Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

Jian Shaomei sat in a corner of the classroom with her guitar in her arms.

This is a classroom that few people use, and it is also the place where he usually comes when he doesn't want others to disturb him.He's been here for three days, and he needs inspiration to write a song, and he's looking for it now in desperation.

Everyone has a song in their hearts, but it is the real talent to be able to write high-level works according to the requirements.

Does he have talent?

This was the first time Jian Shaomei doubted her ability.

This strange suspicion frightened him a little.

Being able to write songs under unusually high stress levels is an essential quality for a commercial composer.Whether he can survive in this line of work depends on whether he can survive under pressure.

But he has a lot on his mind right now.

He finally understood how difficult a business it is to be a commercial composer.

This is not taught in school, and no one will tell him what the reality is all about.

Fingers plucked on the strings, and a string of piano sounds flowed out between the fingers.It sounded good, but it couldn't satisfy him anyway.The most important thing is that he can't grasp the keynote of this song, what should it be like, what kind of elements should be integrated?

TMR is a boy group, the singers are all between 22 and [-] years old, their songs are not all about love, ideals, youth and other themes.

The theme of this song is the moment that touches the heartstrings.

A person's life does not live in a vacuum. Many people have been carrying the expectations of their families since childhood.When I was a child, I didn't understand anything, so I always talked in the same way.

"What do you want to do in the future? Be a doctor. You can see how good it is to be a doctor, how stable and profitable it is."

So the concept of "being a doctor" was left in my mind.Over time, I really thought that being a doctor was my ideal.

But after all, there are only so many people who are doctors, after all, not everyone can be a doctor.So I can only settle for the next best thing, and then find another career that can make stable money.

Many parents don't expect their children to be successful, they just want their children to be safe.Poor parents all over the world, how can you let them down?

So I haven't grown up yet, and I haven't tasted the agitation of youth. People have become stable, "mature" and stable.

But is there any moment in this life that can really touch the heartstrings?

Jian Shaomei's fingers plucked the strings.His mind is messed up, the road to pursue ideals has always been full of thorns, his little favorite is writing songs, and now he finally has such an opportunity, if he can't write, he will never recover in the future.

The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

That's what pressure is all about. Being able to generate inspiration under strong pressure is the difference between success and failure.

But Jian Shaomei felt that she would be overwhelmed by pressure and doubts about herself.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated with a beep, and a text message popped up on the screen.

[Lan Mingsu: How is the song writing going? 】

Jian Shaomei immediately grabbed the phone.

【good】

【Um】

[Mr. Lan ever doubted himself? 】

There was a moment of silence, and a text message popped up.

【Have】

【yes? 】

【Um】

【Then what will Mr. Lan do? 】

【I can play games】

Jian Shaomei burst out laughing.That's right, isn't the reason why he and Lan Mingsu knew each other because Lan Mingsu had no one to play games with him?

[Mr. Lan is so cute] Jian Shaomei's heart beats slightly faster.

【...you go write a song】

【Um】

Wanting to write something more, but didn't know what to say, Jian Shaomei put down the guitar, and flipped through the text messages of the two of them.

Lan Mingsu has always been introverted and calm, even text messages are mostly a few words, he doesn't like to talk, but when he does things, he makes people feel hot all over his body.

Every contact made him want to get closer, and get closer.Even with that intimate relationship, I still feel it is not enough and want to see him all the time.

What does heartbeat feel like, isn't it this?

Jian Shaomei's heart skipped a beat, she suddenly sat up straight, and picked up the guitar on the ground.

He shouldn't have doubted himself in the first place, he'd always known what it was to be emotional.

~

Lan Mingsu looked down at the documents on the table.The boss is talking on the stage. Recently, they have a new client, and there are more than a dozen boxes of materials brought in. The boss has to assign tasks.

The phone spun and vibrated on the table, and Lan Mingsu picked it up.

[Jian Shaomei: Mr. Lan, I miss you. 】

His throat couldn't help but move.

Jian Shaomei has been writing a song for two weeks, and he has not contacted him, and he has not sent text messages on his own initiative. Today is the first time.

He didn't know what to say, so he replied with [um].

【Does Mr. Lan miss me? 】

Sometimes I think about it, but I don’t dare to think about it often.Knowing that it is not good to send text messages during a meeting, Lan Mingsu still presses [um].

It was quiet there for a long time, and suddenly, a picture was posted.

It was a close-up, a close-up of a special part of a man, and it was a close-up that teenagers below that could not see.

I only felt pain that night, but now I look at the pictures and realize that it was really long...very...

Lan Mingsu's body felt a little uncomfortable, his face flooded with heat, and he subconsciously looked at his colleagues around him.

Everyone was reading the material and no one noticed what he was doing.

This is very simple.

【Mr. Lan, do you remember how I felt when XX? 】

Those two XX were the letters that were automatically filtered in his mind, and the original two characters were too shameful to look at directly.

There was obviously something strange in his lower abdomen, as if he was drawn into the memory of that day by the text message, Lan Mingsu sat motionless, his body stiff.Suddenly the boss's voice came from the stage: "...Mingsu, you are in charge of this."

Lan Mingsu raised his head suddenly.This is the first time he has deserted a meeting.

The boss looked at him with a strange look: "Did you hear that?"

Lan Mingsu nodded, and his face returned to normal: "Understood."

He adjusted his mood and refocused on the information.

XX... the feeling during XX... Jian Shaomei, that bastard.

The phone vibrated again.

【Mr. Lan, I miss you. 】

Lan Mingsu couldn't take it anymore.He felt that Jian Shaomei was sitting next to him, quietly touching his leg under the table.

【Mr. Lan, do you remember when I was XX in your body? 】

Even automatic filtering is useless, Lan Mingsu stood up without saying a word, and gestured to the boss, meaning to go to the toilet.The boss nodded in satisfaction, and Lan Mingsu walked out with his head down.

This Jian Shaomei, when I see him next time, I must teach him a lesson——

He stopped suddenly at the door.

A familiar young man was sitting on the sofa opposite the reception desk, playing with his mobile phone. When he saw him appear, he immediately stood up with a surprised look on his face.

"Mr. Lan..."

The little girl at the reception quickly said: "Mr. Lan, this Mr. Jian said he wanted to see you. I said you were in a meeting, so he waited here."

Lan Mingsu looked at him expressionlessly.

Jian Shaomei came up, her voice lowered slightly: "Mr. Lan, I finished writing my song, and I'll show it to you today..."

Lan Mingsu turned around and left, Jian Shaomei smiled awkwardly at the younger sister, and hurriedly followed.

Back in his office, when the door was closed, Lan Mingsu looked at him with a gloomy expression.

"Mr. Lan, I'm sorry. I knew you were in a meeting..." Jian Shaomei's voice was hoarse, "But I couldn't bear it when I thought of you here, Mr. Lan, listen to me..."

He took Lan Mingsu's hand and stuck it up to his pants.

"Mr. Lan..." Jian Shaomei hugged his waist, put him on the desk, and untied his belt anxiously, "Mr. Lan..."

Tongue eagerly burrowed into his mouth.

Lan Mingsu put his hands on the table, and Jian Shaomei pulled down his pants.He is still in a meeting, and he can't do this kind of thing during working hours, Lan Mingsu thought hard, but couldn't help but put his arms around his neck.

"Does Mr. Lan miss me too? Miss me treating you like this?"

Jian Shaomei put him on the table, pressed her body down, and the two kissed deeply, thinking that they wanted to rub all his emotions into his body.

Lan Mingsu felt that he was going crazy.

He gasped for breath.

Enthusiasm flooded his heart, thinking that it was time to go to a meeting, but somehow he couldn't control it, so he pulled away Jian Shaomei's slender tie.

Jian Shaomei is also going crazy.

He has already reached his limit, but he also knows that he can't do this kind of thing when he is working, but how can he resist with Lan Mingsu's appearance?

The strings in Jian Shaomei's mind broke: "Mr. Lan, I can't help it."

~

"Mingsu, are you there?" The office door opened, and the boss poked his head in.

Lan Mingsu sat behind the table, holding a glass of water in his hand: "Sorry, I may be sick. I felt dizzy just now, so I didn't go back to the meeting."

His face was a little red, and he seemed to be in a bad mood. The boss said in a good temper, "Are you sick? I asked you to go back early last night. What time did you stay in the company until 11 o'clock?"

Lan Mingsu still didn't get up: "I'll just rest for a while, thank you boss for your concern."

"Go back early if you are sick." The boss waved his hand.

He understands the way of employing people. Some subordinates want the appreciation of their superiors, and they die for their confidants. Some subordinates like material rewards, and die for money and food.He knows how to handle these people.

But Lan Mingsu is a relatively rare kind.

Lan Mingsu did her best, but not for these reasons.In fact, he still doesn't understand what Lan Mingsu wants in his career. The reason why he values ​​Lan Mingsu is because Lan Mingsu is a very reliable person.

He is meticulous in doing things, calm and gentle, and will not be emotional. When he is needed, he never refuses and works hard without complaint.Lan Mingsu is born with a sense of responsibility, and has a quality that is increasingly rare these days: a little nostalgia.

This little bit of nostalgia caused him to stay in this place quietly even if there were people poaching people with high salaries everywhere.

It's just that this kind of tacit understanding is mutual, if he treats Lan Mingsu badly, then he still has to leave.

The door was gently closed, and Jian Shaomei poked her head out from under the table, laying her face on Lan Ming Su Guang's bare legs: "Mr. Lan, your boss is so kind to you."

These words made Lan Mingsu feel guilty again.

During working hours, under the blue sky and daylight, this is something he never dared to think about before.He picked up his suit pants from behind the chair, and Jian Shaomei lowered her head and rubbed against his waist, and whispered, "I'm going to see Mr. Guo later."

"Want to give him a tune?"

"Well, he found three people to write the music, and today he will decide who to use." Jian Shaomei looked up at him.

Lan Mingsu freezes his movements.He turned around and stroked his face with his fingers: "Are you afraid?"

Jian Shaomei took a deep breath.This is his Lan Mingsu, who can see through what he is thinking at any time.From childhood to adulthood, who really took the trouble to understand him, know what he wants, what he likes, and what he fears?

After many years of persistence, what I fear most is this moment. Even if I try my best, even if I have a rare opportunity, I still don't have enough talent to do what I want to do.If he is really not as good as he imagined, then what is his hard work and persistence?

What is left of him?

"I'm not afraid now." He whispered, with his face on his lap.

I'm not afraid to see you... Mingsu.