REMIX

She held the mobile phone to show me the screen, and dragged up and down the homepage of the music network with her pearl-painted nails.

"This is it."

The carousel headlines on the list where our songs and names have appeared before are written in bright orange red: JOAH recruits freelance musicians, original support plan.

"You can prepare before October, apply with your existing account, provide an original demo and a high-definition ID card scan, the review will be completed in December, and some will receive invitations to the New Year's Eve Music Festival oh."

music Festival.

The fluctuating electronic sound in the earphones completely covered up the sentence at the end. I moved the saved song from the discard folder to the desktop so that she could check it at any time. I lay down so that the high electric fan could just hit my face.

——At the beginning of spring at the beginning of the year, I had the idea of ​​growing my hair, and now it has grown to the length I like. I only went to trim the ends of my hair and sideburns last month. I occasionally look at myself in the mirror, and I seem to be less rebellious than before. And hostility, but the forehead is covered and the eyebrows are highlighted, which aggravates the gloom that cannot be shaken off.Never stayed that long.

Just because of Gong Junye's unintentional mention a few years ago: "Although Yangmei's head is also very cute... I want to see your hair grow longer."

So I stayed.

Now the bangs are blown by the wind, and when Gong Junye pulls them back, he puts his cool palm against my forehead, very comfortable.

He asked Fei Na, but his eyes were on me, and the corners of his lips were raised beautifully. "sounds good."

I blinked, my eyelashes poked the outer edge of his palm, the back of my neck rested on the back of the chair at the right height, I looked up at him and said, "Do you want to try?"

Gong Junye fully supports me as a musician, I am very sure of this.He doesn't want me to be a star.It’s true that I can’t take it as one thing, he never laughed at my whimsical ideas, but this was his wish, or request, that he had conveyed to me accurately at the very beginning.His stance is quite firm, as if he has taken care of my affairs that I don’t care about at all, so I can’t help but guess whether he has suffered from a celebrity before—it’s unnecessary for a person like him to have a similar love history Accident.

But Ms. Fei Na, who heard about it, tactfully denied it.

"I don't want to see you being liked by other people."

She snorted coldly, and vividly acted out the scenarios she could imagine, "In case you become popular, I said in case, more and more people like you, every day a group of thirteen or fourteen-year-old loli fans shouted Saying "I want to give birth to you in the summer break", I think he is absolutely angry and kills the whole family every minute. It means that you are careless. I believe he is afraid that you will be tired of your unrestrained love and freedom and be burdened by your reputation... It's jealousy. Men In this way, all think with the rectum.”

"..."

Me: "Sister, why the rectum?"

"...presumably 'straight'?"

I said, let me go back and think about it.

I don't want to express anything conclusive for the time being, Gong Junye and I went home and didn't mention anything about music.

In the gym, he accompanies me to practice muay thai.Since the coldest month of last winter, roads were blocked by heavy snow and it was not convenient to run. He taught me Muay Thai at home. When I first came into contact with him, I asked him if he had any skills or tricks. He shrugged and said no.

I said, to be reasonable, how can you be my training partner?

He thought about it and said, just don't slap your face.

After warming up, he tossed me a pair of old worn-out gloves. He wore protective panels on both hands and stood in front of his face in a standard defensive posture. Two straight eyebrows were exposed above him, and he was moved by the subtle expression when he spoke. Affected, there seemed to be a layer of sweat in the dark pupils, looking at me in the gap of the block: "Why didn't you make up your mind at that time."

"Not yet."

I punched with one hand, monotonously without routine, and hit the target again and again, but I didn't want to hit him really. I thought that if there was another mistake and hit my head and face, I don't know who would feel distressed.

He blocked my horizontal kick, his eyes blinked, and he smiled slightly.

"When is 'the time'?"

I punched again, "When I'm sure of success."

"If you use your method of measurement," he received the punch firmly without moving his heel, "how many years will he be buried in obscurity and obscurity?"

"Then tell me, why do you want to cover and write songs, because you want to test your own strength from the response?"

"I want to be heard." I lowered my hands, sweat dripping from the corners of my brows, "But I always feel that it's not enough."

"Even if I participate, I still run with me. There are always people who I can't surpass. You know... I can't just try my luck forever."

I am not afraid of losing.

I was afraid that knowing that it might not be one in tens of thousands, even if I tried my best, I still had to force Yan Tian to retreat and accept failure.

An hour later, I was so tired that I sat down on the floor, my T-shirt was soaked in sweat and stuck to my back, and I leaned against the wall to breathe for a while. He came over and picked me up, and gave me a bottle of soda.

"Go." I said vaguely, blocking the mouth of the bottle.

"Ok?"

"I mean."

The empty bottle that I drank was twisted into twists in my hands, and the strength that had just been vented seemed to surge back. I tensed up, only moved the corners of my mouth, and stroked my neck flatly with my thumb, toward him Make a "kill" gesture.

"Whether he can do it or not." I said, "Beat him until he dies."

In the first month of my sophomore year, I recorded a song a week and put together the tracks of the mini-album. During the National Day holiday, I got a scanned copy of my ID card and a demo, and sent an email to the JOAH official website. in the application mailbox.

Probably trying to get a good start, I used the song I wrote for Gong Junye, "Confession".

When that album was left out for nearly a week, and when I finally got the first rating and comment, I uninstalled the software from my phone with confidence and focused on writing the next song.

until the end of November.

November coincides with the release of a new album by my favorite singer. The comeback work after two and a half years of silence is so exciting. It received rave reviews as soon as it was released. I didn’t have any obsessions in this regard, and it took me three weeks to be cruel. I bought records for my living expenses, and even replaced them with earphones with better sub-quality sound. Behind this enthusiasm and extravagance must be the Northwest wind that gushes out - I saved the money in the card and did not spend it. After all, its meaning is equivalent to that of my wife. , I don't want to move until the moment of life and death.

After listening to Fei Na and me's new song, "Wife" once again shyly criticized the explicitness of the lyrics, and strongly demanded that it be used as background music when doing bad things.

The garden outside the window withered and turned yellow day by day, Wushuang and Lao Wang began to fall in love with my quilt and Gong Junye's legs, winter is coming again.

Before I forgot about that incident, I found the reply letter lying quietly in my mailbox one night when I stayed up late to compose.