Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

Lan Mingsu tidied up her clothes, put the torn white shirt into the trash can, and went downstairs to buy a cup of coffee as if nothing had happened.There was still a black car parked under the streetlight at the corner. While drinking coffee, he sent a text message to Jian Shaomei.

【I'll go out for a while and come back later. 】

Jian Shaomei's text message was sent immediately.

[I'm fine now, I'm packing my things.Aren't your clothes torn? 】

【Um.Someone came by and I said my clothes were stained and told him to buy me a new shirt. 】

Money is good, nothing to be afraid of.Anyway, it was Qian Yao's money, and he didn't feel bad about spending it.The shirt is only 300 yuan, but the errand fee is [-] yuan. Anyone who hears it will do things for him.

【...I knew you wouldn't just wait. 】

Lan Mingsu smiled.

【Do you want to eat lobster?I'll bring it back to you later. 】

【Just come back to me by yourself. 】

He felt that he couldn't catch Lan Mingsu, whether he was strong, tough, coquettish or gentle, this person could always escape from his hands calmly.He also felt that he couldn't catch up with him, even if he tried his best, Lan Mingsu could still take a step ahead of him calmly.

Jian Shaomei lowered her head and plucked the strings.

His only chance of winning is that Lan Mingsu likes him from the bottom of his heart.But does Lan Mingsu like him or not?

Lan Mingsu has said more than once that he likes him.

This is what worries him the most.

If you like this feeling, you dare not express it easily. Once you express it, you will face the possibility of being rejected.The liking that can be easily expressed is either not deep in liking, or not taking him seriously at all.

Lan Mingsu didn't show at all that she didn't care about his response.

What Lan Mingsu wanted to do, he couldn't stop him at all.

So he can only wait, and wait here.

Lan Mingsu turned and turned the car behind him into the car river after get off work. After a few red lights, he and the car were already half an hour away.He parked the car in front of his house, bought butter lobster at the restaurant along the way, called a taxi, and went straight to Jian Shaomei's recording studio.

When the car catches up, I'm afraid he can only think that he is going home after get off work as usual.

There was no one else in the studio, the lights dimmed, and the night was thick. Jian Shaomei sat by the window and played the piano alone.

He wanted Lan Mingsu to wait for him, but he was the one who waited every time.

Lan Mingsu sat down beside him: "Eat?"

"......"

Lan Mingsu reached for the sheet music beside him, and said casually, "Is this your new song?"

Jian Shaomei blushed and snatched it back: "Don't read it before it's finished." Then he lowered his head and asked, "Where did you go just now?"

"I'll buy you lobster." Lan Mingsu opened the box and placed it in front of him.

Jian Shaomei lowered her head and said nothing.

Lan Mingsu restrained his expression and said seriously: "Mike was in a hurry the night before yesterday, so I sent him home first. I knew you would be unhappy, so I didn't tell the truth."

Jian Shaomei swallowed: "He... looks like the type you like."

When I think of Lan Mingsu personally taking him home, and when I think of the two of them spending time alone late at night, I feel so afraid and jealous that I want to go crazy.

"He's not." Lan Mingsu said briefly, "He's different from you."

Jian Shaomei only felt that her heart was pinched by something, and her eyes were sour.

He leaned forward, took out a disposable knife and fork from the bag, lowered his head and whispered, "I've been impulsive these two days, is Mr. Lan angry with me?"

Lan Mingsu raised her eyebrows: "..."

There was no anger, but quite a few surprises and surprises.Jian Shaomei was so jealous that he was a little caught off guard.

"Mr. Qian is very kind to you? I remember that you really didn't want to do things for him before." Jian Shaomei was a little puzzled for a long time, but she didn't want to question his decision, so she asked tentatively.

"...Well... He called you that night, what did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, it was mostly scene talk, but he asked me if I knew who you were."

Lan Mingsu's face changed slightly.

The two fell silent at the same time.

Jian Shaomei lowered her head again and said, "I didn't understand what he said, who are you... I don't want to know, I just know you are a lawyer."

The higher Lan Mingsu's status was, the more worried he was. He subconsciously didn't want to think about it, and felt a little bored when he thought about it.

The affairs of his own family are kept a secret. Up to now, no one knows his details, whether it is a college classmate or a school tutor.

Could it be that Lan Mingsu is the same as him, what are his difficulties?

Lan Mingsu's identity is so high-handed, could it be more...

Things seemed to be more complicated than he imagined.

Lan Mingsu changed the subject and said, "Are you busy every day?"

"Wake up at 5 in the morning, run, go to the gym to exercise, vocal training at 7:9, breakfast at 3:[-], and prepare to start composing and recording. There are usually promotional activities after [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Write songs." Jian Shaomei turned the spoon in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Lan Mingsu turned his head to look at him, "Isn't that what you like?"

Jian Shaomei smiled dryly: "Recently, I feel that I have no talent, and I can't write any good songs."

He is not talented enough, so he can only rely on his appearance to increase his popularity and attract fans. This is Guo Beilin's plan for him in the next few years.

Everyone wants to make more money while they are young, and doesn't want to care about other things at all, and Guo Beilin's expectations for him are the same.

Lan Mingsu looked at the guitar beside him, lowered his eyes and asked, "New?"

Jian Shaomei brought it in front of him: "It's a gift from fans."

Lan Mingsu caressed the smooth wood: "It doesn't look cheap."

"Thirteen thousand and nine...even the receipt was sent to me." Jian Shaomei's expression was a little strange, "there is no name written on the package, and I don't know who sent it... I asked and no one admitted. I was moved at first, but recently I feel very bad, and I may have to live up to his expectations."

"Is it easy to use? I will send you a receipt together, probably to let you change it when you don't like it."

"Easy to use..." is a feeling of waste.

Lan Mingsu hugged the guitar and plucked the strings lightly with his fingers: "How do you judge whether the guitar is good or not?"

Jian Shaomei became interested: "In various aspects... not to mention the material and workmanship of the piano body, the main thing is the tone and feel. Let me show you the guitar used by Mr. Guo's assistant. You pay attention to the tone and resonance of the piano. .”

As he spoke, he took a guitar and lightly plucked the two strings one after another.Lan Mingsu didn't quite understand it, but she could still hear the obvious difference in timbre, one was pure and consistent, while the other was slightly mixed, completely different grades.

"At what age did you start liking the guitar?"

"Eleven." Jian Shaomei picked up the guitar, "At that time, I was obsessed with the guitar and forgot to study, and announced that I would enter the entertainment industry. My dad smashed my guitar."

"...you forget to eat and sleep while playing?"

Jian Shaomei smiled: "I listened to Hotel California when I was in elementary school, and I thought the guitar in front was so intoxicating. I was listening to music and playing the piano without eating or sleeping, and I felt like I was going crazy."

Speaking of his nimble fingers moving quickly, a string of inexplicably exciting music came out, and he said with a smile: "I was 14 years old and played this piece in front of my parents. song... and my dad smashed my guitar."

"Your father expects a lot from you."

Jian Shaomei smiled dryly: "In short, I'm not the kind of son he wants."

Lan Mingsu was silent for a moment: "You want to write songs, not sing."

"It's not that I don't want to sing, I also want to sing my songs, but... everyone thinks that's all I can do. I should focus on my fans and make money from my face." Jian Shaomei shook her head again, "I It's not that I don't want to rely on my face, it's just that I feel..."

I want to write something eternal, not a cheap work that people will forget once they hear it, just to make money.

"Nowadays, there are formulas for songwriting. As long as you follow certain formulas, people won't hate you. In addition to marketing and selling your face... Mr. Guo made a budget for me. Add up albums, commercials and announcements. By the end of this year, I can There is an income of 1000 million."

Lan Mingsu was deep in thought.

"Actually, I should be very satisfied with my income. I have been singing songs for a few years, maybe filming TV dramas, maybe even movies..." Jian Shaomei smiled, "None of this makes me happy. Mr. Lan thinks I'm very greedy." ,right?"

If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would be unable to fall asleep already.

Lan Mingsu looked at him quietly.

It's not that there are people like Jian Shaomei, but they are quite rare.He is young, but he thinks very long-term, and what he pursues is not common.

What he wants is a little bit of immortality, the feeling of touching the sounds of nature.

He was full of curiosity and longing, and even though he knew that the world would not tolerate it, he couldn't help but want to lift the veil of the gods.

"The songs you write are all written according to Guo Beilin's formula?"

"I can't write amazing works, and I can't find my own style. Mr. Guo said that I must write songs according to his instructions."

There are singers who try to write their own songs. There is one in Lan Mingsu's memory. She was popular all over the country with her touching voice, but since she started writing songs according to her own temperament, she has not been so popular.

Guo Beilin's worry was not unreasonable.Finding a unique and acceptable style is a very risky thing, almost suicidal for newcomers.

In other words, even if you are talented, you don't have the guts to try.

"I remember a song on your Weibo. It was written a long time ago. It's very different from others."

There are many attempts on his Weibo, including Chinese style, country, lyrical, and even rock.There is only one song, and it seems that I have never heard it anywhere else.The lyrics were written by Jian Shaomei himself. The tune of the whole song is not complicated, but it is very moving. There are no repeated lyrics. The song completely tells a sad story from the beginning to the end. It's hard to calm down for a long time.

Jian Shaomei smiled: "Mr. Lan said that I wrote the song in the style of a musical, and said something about a classmate in middle school."

"musical?"

"Ah."

"Why not continue?"

Jian Shaomei was a little dumbfounded: "This... musicals must have stories and scripts, popular songs are different..." He frowned again: "Musicals?"

Lan Mingsu said a little embarrassedly: "I don't understand this, I'm just talking casually, don't take it seriously."

"It's not... um... a musical?" Jian Shaomei said hesitantly, "If there are seven songs in the album, which clearly tell seven different stories, there is indeed a lot of room for imagination...Mr. Lan makes me think Think, let me think again..."

Lan Mingsu was a little scared: "Guo Beilin has already planned this album, you can save this idea first, plan it in the future, and also listen to Guo Beilin's opinion..."

"Musical...Mr. Lan is right, popular songs can also be written in the form of musicals." Jian Shaomei turned around, nodded and said, "You're right, I won't write this album yet, but I want Start preparing this year..."

He took Lan Mingsu's hand, his throat was choked, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, he asked in a low voice after a long time: "Mr. Lan...can you stay by my side when I make an album next year? "

"........."

It's no problem to be able to survive, but now he doesn't know how long he will be entangled with Qian Yao, and it's hard to say what will happen then.

He couldn't think of an answer.

"Mr. Lan?"

Looking at Jian Shaomei's thin shirt, Lan Mingsu's thoughts drifted away, and unconsciously blurted out: "Have you been exercising in the gym often?"

Jian Shaomei pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Mr. Lan... did you hear what I asked?"

"........."

Hey...it's all Qian Yao's fault, polluting his integrity, breaking his arrogance, making him think of things to enjoy from time to time...

but……

No one is spying on this place tonight, and no one knows where he is. If you don't use it now, how many opportunities will you have in the future?

Lan Mingsu turned around and looked at him: "Shaomei, you left me tonight, you really just want to talk to me about the album?"

Jian Shaomei looked down at him, and her voice became deeper: "Did you hear what I said?"

Lan Mingsu put his hand into his shirt, and his heart seemed to be slowly poured with oil, and it became hot little by little.

Hmm... He used to think that he was not a woman, but what is it now?

Jian Shaomei grabbed his hand.

Lan Mingsu sighed inwardly.

He stood up with a dry smile: "It's late at night, or go to Mike, anyway, I've got him too—"

Before he finished speaking, Jian Shaomei turned him over and pressed him to the ground.

Lan Mingsu's shoulder hurt from the fall, and he shouted anxiously in a low voice: "Slow down, my shirt..."

"........."

"This is where you work, you have to clean it up later..."

"........."

"...Jian Shaomei, it's scary when you get angry, you know that?"