[Korean Entertainment] The years between me and Mr. G

After confirming that the comics were uploaded successfully, Xilin turned off the computer and tidied up the odds and ends on the desk, put on his coat and carried his bag, turned off the lights, and locked the door of the office.

I caught a glimpse of a lamp on a desk, and it was more than half an hour before the off-duty time. It stands to reason that there was no one in the studio by this time.

She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, and recognized that it was the intern in the morning. If I remembered correctly, it was called Vivi. She had a good foundation in painting, spirituality and her own style, but her processing skills were not mature enough and she occasionally made some low-level mistakes. For example, the wrong content of color matching is too conservative.

When she took a few steps forward to persuade her to get off work early, the phone in her bag suddenly rang, and the person at the desk looked up. Xilin took out the phone and saw the number on the screen, and picked it up with a smile on her lips, and put it away. With the kind intention of persuading others, he turned and pushed open the door of the studio and strode away, "What's wrong?"

"I miss you." The person on the other end of the phone said frivolously, "You don't even call me."

"You're working, I'm afraid I'll disturb you."

"Lying, lying to me again. Are you off work?"

"Well, I just left the studio. How about you, when will it end?"

"I don't understand, I'm so tired..." She coquettishly complained about the heavy itinerary, "Going out for supper at night? How about going to the barbecue restaurant near your house?"

"No, it's early in the morning at that time." After walking out of the office building, the chilly wind came oncoming, and Xilin shivered.Looking up, I saw that the huge LED display in the opposite building was showing advertisements, "It is reported that the idol group g-dragon will continue to cooperate with the planning company for the bigbang world tour concert this year, and conduct a world tour..."

Looking at the people on the screen, Xilin couldn't help widening the arc of her mouth. She can still clearly remember the scene where Quan Zhilong met them.

...

On a sunny morning on weekends, in the park, happy and coquettish children holding the hands of their parents, students running and flying kites in groups of threes and twos, couples strolling hand in hand on the winding path, coming and going, warm and lively.

"Zhilong..." Sitting on the grass with a drawing board and sketching from life, Xilin called out to the person next to him wearing a baseball cap who was scribbling on a notebook, hesitating, "yg..."

"What's wrong? What's wrong with YG?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to go some time ago?"

"I'm still struggling. In fact, I haven't told my mother yet, because I'm afraid she won't agree. After all, SM company seems to have a much bigger advantage than YG."

As if he had made up his mind, Xilin took a deep breath and grinned, "Go!"

"?" When I said it last time, I obviously still had the expression that I can't bear to let you go, don't go, if you go, I'll show you to death, how can I change it?

"I went back and checked a lot of information about that company. It is a trustworthy company... Like you said, hip-hop is better than SM company, and artists have more room for their own creation. Don't you want to be hip Don't -hop want to sing the songs I wrote, then, let's take a gamble."

"Pfft, what if that company goes bankrupt? It seems very likely, after all hip-hop is not that popular in Korea."

"Shouldn't be such a failure..." Xilin bit his lips with a look of doubt on his face, "If it goes bankrupt...then..."

If it goes bankrupt, there will be nothing left, and the bamboo basket will be empty, and there will be nothing left.

"Thank you, Xilin." The boy smiled brightly in the sun, "Thank you very much, it doesn't matter if you go bankrupt, because I chose it myself. Besides, there is no way out for the artist, right?"

"Well refueling!"

"Well, I will definitely work hard!" She smiled confidently, "Tell my mother when I get back, I'm going to yg! yg..."

As they were talking, the sound of music from a corner of the park interrupted their words, and the two turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.Probably someone is performing. Now is the time when the park has a high flow of people, and the scene is very lively.

"Come on, let's go and see."

"Well, what about the drawing boards?"

"It's okay, no one stole from you!"

"No, I finally got my mother to buy it, just in case..."

With a helpless smile, Quan Zhilong bent down to help her put away her things and carried the painting bag on her back, and took her hand very naturally and walked towards the crowd. If he could look back at this time, he would definitely see Xilin's pink cheek.

The two got into the crowd and squeezed to the front with the huge advantage brought by the drawing board. Only then did they see clearly that it was a band performing. The lead singer's voice was very rough and his body was even rougher.

"Wow, this fat man's rap is very good, even better than an artist."

"That's right, it's an underground band."

"Probably, otherwise why would I come to the park to perform... The rap is really great, and the voice is completely charming!"

"Didn't there be a kid named gd who read rap a while ago? You see, these people are also very young, and they are much better than him!"

"Yeah, what about a genius rapper..."

Xilin was stunned and glanced at the people who were talking loudly around him. If you praise someone, you can praise him. If you compare, you can compare. Why did you say it in front of the person involved?His eyes shifted to Quan Zhilong who was motionless with his lips pursed. He must have heard it, and his heart was hurt.It must have hurt!

Stretching out his hand to pull the corner of the boy's cotton clothes, Quan Zhilong tilted his body slightly according to her height, and his eyes still stayed on the band.Xilin tiptoed and leaned into his ear and said, "You've done a good job too, there's nothing to look at, let's go."

"?" The boy turned his head and looked at her puzzled, "What did you say?"

"I said." He covered his mouth and continued to comfort, "You have done much better than them, don't take what those people say to heart."

"What?" The sound of the music overshadowed Xilin's words, Quan Zhilong frowned, so he didn't understand, so he asked loudly, "Why don't you take it to heart?"

"I said!" Raising his voice, "You are doing much better than them!"

After the end of the song, in the environment that finally calmed down, the sentence "You are doing much better than them" jumped out of the crowd and jumped into the sky above the park, echoing for a long time...

"Much better than what we did?" What's the situation?Came to provoke?The bass player sneered and shouted at them, "Since it's better than ours, let's play a song."

Xilin pulled Quan Zhilong's clothes corner and stood in place to accept the baptism of everyone's eyes. He felt that the temperature of his whole body was rising, and he was embarrassed and ashamed. He was too involved in comforting and couldn't control the volume for a while.Unfortunately, the other party doesn't seem to be a good person.So the facial features were tangled and bitter, and he turned his head to the band and the people around him and made an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... made a slip of the tongue... You guys are the best!"

Then slowly took two steps back to prepare for retreat, and said in a low voice, "Zhilong, let's go."

"Ah, why go! Didn't you say that you are doing better than us? Then come!" The drummer said with a smile while holding the drum stick, "So that we can see the world."

"Yeah, don't be humble!"

"Yeah, it's almost over." The rapper held the microphone with his fat hand to signal his teammates not to speak, looked at them with a mocking smile in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

"It's nothing to dare to say or not to do."

"Yeah, who wouldn't brag!"

Naturally, the onlookers were unwilling to let go of the opportunity to watch a good show, and started booing one after another.Xilin had never seen such a scene before, her face was so red that it was almost bleeding.

"Come as soon as you come." Quan Zhilong unloaded the painting bag and handed it to her, patted her head with a smile, "It's okay, Xilin, wait for me here for a while."

Then he walked out of the crowd and took the rapper's microphone, and the contrast between the two people's bodies was instantly obvious.Said to the band, "Trouble, wu-tang's cream, thank you."

"...

whoexplaineardmayhelpyoumaintain

(She once told me hard work will pay off)

to learn noveretheheartachesandpain

(Learn to overcome worries and pain)

we got stick up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks

(There are bad kids in this world, there are bad cops, there are drugs that make people bad)

and stray shots, all the block that stay shot

(and bullets, these are too common in the ghetto)

leave up me while iliving proof

(I'm the living proof of it all)

tokick the truth the...."

wu-tang is a well-known group in the black hip-hop world, and Quan Zhilong’s voice is completely different from the black’s hoarse and magnetic voice, with a childish voice that has not changed yet with a little milky voice, but full of confidence The aura and voice rap, I thought it would be a bad match, but he abruptly sang his own style and taste.

At the end of the song, the crowd burst into applause.The voices of him and the band's rappers belong to completely different types, but the level and aura of rap are absolutely not inferior in the slightest.Returning the microphone to the lead singer, the brown pupils under the boy's baseball cap showed a gleam of joy. It turned out that this is what it feels like to be an underground band.

"Yeah, my name is Cui Shengxian, what's your name?" Jian Mei frowned, Cui Shengxian looked down at the half of his face exposed under the baseball cap, and he had never seen this kid before in the circle, "You, do you want to join us?"

"Thank you, no need." He took off his baseball cap and bowed to the crowd, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "Hello everyone, I am g-dragon, and I will join YG company in the future. Please support me a lot, thank you."

Then he put on his baseball cap and walked back into the crowd, holding Xilin's hand and leaving.

Xilin carried the painting bag and walked faster and faster with him, and then she rushed out of the park like she was pulling Quan Zhilong for a [-]-meter sprint.

"Why do you want to run?" After finally stopping, looking at Xilin who was also panting, he couldn't laugh or cry, "We didn't do anything wrong. Also, Xilin, your physical strength is really good. You can still run with a drawing board and me." So fast..."

Xilin panted and looked into the park, but luckily no one was chasing him, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said with lingering fear, "They all look so fierce...especially that rapper looks like a bad guy...scary kill me..."