I was as innocent as you

The master's concert is going to start in September, and the preparations are in full swing, and the workload itself is huge.

At the master's request, Qu Shen would go to his place to stay for four or five hours every day. Most of the time, he would finish painting in the afternoon and finish at six or seven o'clock.Most of the time, the master doesn't take special care of him, and works such as composition, choreography, stage design, etc. are going on as usual, and Qu Shen just follows along, often feeling that these people have extraordinary inspiration, which will make him very involved and fascinated.

The master is a perfectionist monster. Everyone in the team has two brushes. Usually, each of them is very good, but once the master gets fussy, they will die as well.The master's arrogance on the spot was very terrifying, and Qu Shen often didn't even dare to show his air.

When designing the opening lighting, the master figured out a particularly complicated and tangled plan by himself. Halfway through the explanation, the lighting had already collapsed.Qu Shen silently watched them quarreling, and in the silence where the master and the light were angry at each other, he suddenly said: "I don't think I can meet your requirements, do you want to think about other people's behavior?" "He regretted it immediately after he finished speaking, according to his past experience, such words would often be exchanged for a burst of education and crusade.Since he was a child, his parents and teachers often felt that his attitude was not positive enough. After working, he often encountered "subjective initiative theory" represented by big bosses. As long as he lamented a little difficulty or inadequacy, he would inevitably be scolded .But I didn't expect that Master and Deng Deng, two uncles in their forties and fifties, who were so fierce just now, now they rushed to comfort and said: "It has nothing to do with you, don't scare you." stop laughing.

The atmosphere eased up a bit, the two discussed a few more words, and made some preliminary adjustments to the lighting. The master took Qu Shen to see some concept drawings of the stage design, and then played some selected songs for Qu Shen to listen to.

Qu Shen liked the master's pieces quite a lot before, but at that time he only knew the sensational pieces of the master's early and mid-term.After getting in touch with it during this period, I gradually realized that the master has been making some quiet music styles in recent years.It was easy for Qu Shen to be immersed in the feeling of tranquility and remoteness. While listening, he looked at the design drawing in front of him with a very focused expression.The master saw it from the side, and kept his face, just teasing him from time to time.

"Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good."

"Really nice?"

"Really." Qu Shen looked serious.

"Come to my house tonight."

"Huh?" Qu Shen was a little nervous again.

"Let's talk about your paintings alone," the master said, reaching out to smooth his hair, "don't be afraid."

Qu Shen gave a vague "Oh".

The master's home is also extraordinary. It is a small single-family villa with a very high floor height, which is simply unimaginable. After entering, there are various musical instruments, such as pianos, drums, saxophones, and rows of guitars and bass.

He took Qu Shen to visit first, and the master was not in a hurry to talk about things, so he took the wine first.

"I'm not very good at drinking." Qu Shen quickly refused.

"It's okay, you can sleep here at night," the master said casually, and had already poured him a glass. "You don't usually drink?"

"Very rarely."

"That's why you don't understand the charm of wine. Then I'll teach you a little about wine tasting first." The master said with a smile.

The master had a rich collection of wines, and he introduced them to Qu Shen one by one, and asked him to taste them all.By the time Qu Shen came to his senses, his whole body was flushed with drunkenness, and his headache was unbearable.

"I really can't taste any more, I drank too much." Qu Shen said softly.

"It's okay to drink more, let me see what you look like when you're drunk," the boss smiled provocatively at the corners of his brows and eyes, "let out everything inside you."

He gently hooked Qu Shen's chin.

"You have everything in your eyes, but your appearance is still so blank."

Qu Shen's whole body tensed up, his brain was at a loss, he didn't understand what he meant, and he didn't know how to answer.If you don't avoid it, you feel uncomfortable, and if you avoid it, you feel awkward.

The master smiled slightly, stroked his hair, got up and turned on the stereo.

The slow tone gradually rose in the room, the master turned on the computer and began to talk about business.

"What kind of effect do you want?" Qu Shen changed from one anxiety to another, "I'm not sure I can do it."

The master pressed his fingers to his lips.

Qu Shen was quiet.

"Nothing needs to be confirmed, and there is no effect I want. This concert is for you. All the songs are sung for you. What do you want it to be like? Whatever you want it to be like , I can make it look like that." The master stopped before finishing speaking.

"Anything is fine?" Qu Shen looked surprised.

"Anything is fine." The master affirmed.

Qu Shen was still very shaken, and said, "I don't think I can figure it out."

"Think slowly, you can tell me anything you think of, it doesn't matter if you don't think of anything." The master sat back.

Qu Shen's mind was in turmoil, coupled with the alcohol, he gradually became unable to sit still, he stood up, walked a few steps to the side, felt his legs and feet go weak, and fell down.

The room was dimly lit, looking at the high ceiling as if looking at the sky, Qu Shen sighed tiredly, and lay down on the floor with his limbs flat.The quiet singing still lingered in my ears, and Qu Shen lay down and fell asleep.

The master picked him up from the floor and gently put him on the sofa. He didn't turn off the lights, and the music didn't stop. He sat beside him and had a drink by himself.

Life is only so long, as if in the process of falling in a dream.Obviously so short, but it seems like it will never end.

Have a good dream first, and then create a life.This is also very good.

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I feel that Qu Shen's weight should not be more than a hundred...Thinking carefully, I'm afraid...