Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

Jian Shaomei walked into a room respectfully.

The room is small, with European-style street lamps hanging on the wall, and the decoration has a retro atmosphere. A bottle of red flowers on the table is bright and eye-catching.

This is an interestingly designed room.Jian Shaomei is not in the mood to look at it now, he can't think of anything else, and all his attention falls on the few people in front of him.

He has more important things to do now.

Sitting to the west is Guo Beilin.

His hair is neatly combed back today.A tight-fitting dark plaid black and white suit showed his tall figure, and his trouser legs were a little high, revealing a pair of purple socks.Seeing Jian Shaomei, he smiled and gestured: "Sit."

Neither close nor distant, his arms retracted and looped around his chest.

Jian Shaomei couldn't see what mood he was in.

He sat down on the only available chair.

Sitting on the east side is a woman.

She has a snow-white complexion, black-rimmed glasses, and long black hair. She is dressed in black, but her lips are bright and eye-catching red.Jian Shaomei couldn't guess how old she was, but felt that this woman was as cold as a popsicle, and seemed to be able to say something that would make people get fucked at any time.

He looked away from her sharp and unfriendly eyes.

The people here are really not easy to mess with.

There were still a few people sitting on the sofa next to her, but Jian Shaomei had no time to look at them, so she just bowed down and said hello respectfully: "Mr. Guo, everyone——"

"En. Let's get started." Guo Beilin waved his hand.

Holding her breath, Jian Shaomei took out the printed sheet music and handed it forward.The woman saw that there was only one copy of the music score, and said sternly: "Why is there only one copy, isn't it well prepared for the interview?"

Jian Shaomei was embarrassed by her scolding: "I'm sorry."

He didn't expect that there were so many people here, and he didn't hear Guo Beilin mention it. How could he know that he wasn't the only one today?really...

Guo Beilin walked out without saying a word.

There was no one who knew him in the room, and it was awkwardly silent.The woman lowered her hair and sent a few text messages, then raised her head to look at him. Jian Shaomei thought it was okay if she didn't look at her, and the time seemed to grow longer.

After several springs and autumns, Guo Beilin finally came back from the door.

He distributed the printed scores to those present one by one.

Jian Shaomei took out the guitar.

Everyone looked down at the music score, and he didn't know what to do at the moment. After waiting for a long time, he thought that it was logical to play now.He tentatively played a few notes, but the woman frowned, and Guo Beilin also made a stop gesture.

Jian Shaomei stopped quickly.

Guo Beilin focused all his attention on the music score and didn't make a sound, but the expression on his face changed like the weather.

From time to time, he whispered softly: "No."

wrong?What's wrong?This is naturally not a good omen, Jian Shaomei was already nervous, but at this moment her heart was twisted into a rope again.

After a long time, several people finally raised their heads and looked at him in unison.Guo Beilin nodded: "Let's start. Sing along with the lyrics."

"I haven't had vocal training, so I can't sing well, please forgive me."

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Jian Shaomei actually loves to sing, but the people present are all professionals, and coupled with the fact that she made several mistakes today, she couldn't help feeling a little nervous.He cleared his throat and plucked a few times with his fingers on the strings of the guitar.He has practiced it many times, and he has already reached the point where he can play it without thinking, but today when it comes to the lyrics, he lost the tune when he uttered it.He cursed inwardly, quickly adjusted back, and sang softly: "...I want to jump on a hot air balloon and travel around the world, I want to shoot basketballs flying all over the sky..."

The whole song is full of youthful atmosphere, enthusiasm and hope for life.It has always been an upward rhythm, but suddenly the lyrics changed, and at the end, I realized that it was just a dream. When I woke up, I didn’t finish my homework, and the various cram schools and courses arranged by my parents were out of sight at a glance. the end.

That's the end of the dream.This is the end of the heartbeat.Re-enter a world without seasons.

The ending of the song is flat, with a little helplessness and sadness.This is the price of maturity, carrying the expectations of the family, forgetting one's own dreams and heartbeats.Or, are you afraid to go after what you want?

A world without dreams is safe.Because there is no dream, there is no disillusionment.

It's the same as love.Without love, there can be no pain.

The room was silent.Guo Beilin put away his documents: "Go out, we still have an interview, you wait outside for news."

Jian Shaomei put away the guitar, bent towards the crowd again, and walked out.

It's all over, and now it's time to wait, when nothing can be done.

There was also a young man sitting in the reception room.

The young man was well dressed, with a black suit jacket, black slender tie, and military green casual trousers, which were novel and not uncomfortable, and his hair was neatly fixed behind his head with hairspray. move.He looked up as soon as he saw him walk in: "You just finished the interview?"

"Ah."

"Oh, then I'm here before you. I'm the one before you."

It turned out to be the case.

Now it's time for the last interview.

The young man asked again: "How was the interview just now?"

"I didn't know there were so many people present, and only one sheet of music was printed, and Mr. Guo had to print it for me on the spot."

A strange expression appeared on the young man's face, and he didn't speak, but for some reason, Jian Shaomei felt stupid and a little uncomfortable.

Jian Shaomei smoothed things over with a smile: "It's a low-level mistake, isn't it?"

The corner of the young man's mouth moved: "My mother printed ten copies of sheet music for me."

"Oh." Jian Shaomei thought why didn't you bring your mother to the interview, and asked, "Your mother is very supportive of your songwriting?"

"It's okay, she's more nervous than me."

Jian Shaomei took out her mobile phone.

"Are you still studying?" the young man asked again.

"Ah."

"Who introduced you? Aunt Yang?"

The icy-scum-like woman in black just now was named Yang, but even with his glasses on, he couldn't tell that she was an aunt, and the word "aunt" was a bit strange.

"Do you know Miss Yang?" Jian Shaomei asked.

"My mother and her are classmates, and her husband works in my father's company." The young man said indifferently.

"So it is."

Everyone is able to stand here today, it is more or less related, otherwise no one can hear even if they shouted at the top of their lungs.A rich and handsome young master once said that talent is like an awl, if you put it in your pocket, it will definitely show its sharp point.But how do you get someone to put you in a pocket?

Mr. Mao Sui seized his opportunity and jumped into his pocket. Unfortunately, many opportunities may not be so obvious.

For example, it is a matter of extreme luck that he can stand here today.

Jian Shaomei was playing with her mobile phone, but she couldn't concentrate on the game. The longer the time, the more restless she became.After waiting for an hour, the door slammed open, and a strange young man walked in.

This is the third interviewer. In other words, Guo Beilin has completed all the tests, and now is the time to decide which one to hire.

None of the three spoke, and waited holding their breath.

Jian Shaomei didn't know if it was the same in other companies, maybe because he had seen so little of the world, it seemed that he had waited a long time.A long time shows that at least two people have good songs, and the company can't make a decision.So whose song do they like?

The long pointer made another full turn on the clock. The first person who came to the interview just now couldn't take it anymore, lowered his head and complained, and took his mobile phone to go to the toilet.Before going out, when the door opened, the girl at the reception quickly walked in, and said to the young man who was about to go out, "Mr. Guo, please go to the conference room to talk, and the others can go back."

Jian Shaomei only felt that the voice was far away from her.The girl's voice was very crisp, the more crisp it was, the more unreal he felt.

What?Really not him?

The girl looked at her watch again: "The company is about to close, you have to go out."

One's own dream is nothing but a sentence in the mouth of others.

Jian Shaomei walked out the door with her head down, and walked into the elevator with soft soles. After pressing for a long time, she realized that she was pressing the button for this floor.He quickly apologized, and the young man in the third interview just now sighed in a low voice: "You don't need to pay too much attention, haven't you heard? His parents have a very close relationship with the producer, and he has taught him all the tricks of the interview. I heard that he even invited a teacher from the industry to teach him to write songs, and it costs 1000 yuan an hour, but he may not have written them himself. How do you compare?"

Jian Shaomei forced a smile: "Really?"

"I suspect it's been decided long ago. No matter how good you are at writing songs, can you have more experience than someone who has written for more than ten years?"

"Not necessarily, maybe I really wrote it myself."

"Being able to write songs for TMR for a long time, where is it difficult to find a job in the future? I will use it if I have a relationship. In fact, such a good thing has nothing to do with us. I thought there was no hope."

The elevator door opened, and Jian Shaomei walked out, waving goodbye to the young man.It gets dark early in winter, and Jian Shaomei walks in a daze on the road, weaving through the crowds coming and going.

He looked at the repairing path surrounded by yellow tape on the opposite side, and stopped.

This is a blocked road and cannot be walked.

In fact, there are other ways to go to the subway station, but he doesn't want to take another way.Even if it was blocked, he still couldn't think of another way.How to do it?

The light turned red and then green, green and then red again, Jian Shaomei stood still.

~

It was 10 o'clock in the evening when Lan Mingsu received the call from Guo Beilin, and it was already past midnight.He went to Jian Shaomei's dormitory, asked his roommates, and even searched the snack bars and supermarkets he went to.

It was already snowing lightly, and it was so cold that people were shivering. Where did he go?

Lan Mingsu calmed himself down, parked the car in the alley beside Guo Beilin's company road, got out of the car, and followed the road step by step to find Jian Shaomei's trace.

Leaving the company at 6 pm, Jian Shaomei must be going to the subway station.There was no one on the street, and only occasional noises could be heard. Lan Mingsu turned right along the road and walked slowly on the thin snow.Jian Shaomei's phone is out of battery, and now he can be anywhere, and he has no way to start.

In fact, Lan Mingsu might not need to look for it.When he feels better, he will naturally contact him. What's the rush?

But he just wanted to find him.

I walked back and forth twice along the way to the subway, but I didn't find anyone. Lan Mingsu thought, it seems that he is not here anymore.

Once on the subway, he couldn't find it even more.

Lan Mingsu walked to his car.

This Jian Shaomei will never know that others will worry about him, right?

Suddenly, there was a slight coughing sound from the bridge across the road, which could not be heard clearly in the distance. Lan Mingsu raised his head and rushed over without thinking.

There were no lights on the abandoned bridge, but a figure leaning against the wall could be vaguely seen in the darkness.Lan Mingsu turned on the light of the phone, and asked from a distance, "Jian Shaomei?"

The figure stood up from the ground and said after a long time, "Mr. Lan?"

The light shone on his face, his eyes were swollen, his lips were dry and cracked, and his face was as white as paper.Lan Mingsu said "Well, don't move", walked up, took off his scarf and put it around his neck without saying a word.

"Mr. Lan, I'm sorry, Mr. Guo decided not to use my song." Jian Shaomei looked at him.

"I know."

Jian Shaomei followed him silently.

If you can't write songs, you won't be able to sit on an equal footing with Lan Ming Su.If he can find a way, he will let Lan Mingsu be his boyfriend. He is so handsome and cute, and he can stalk him. Lan Mingsu is a natural companion, and he will definitely catch him.What now?He couldn't say what he really wanted to say.

Back in the car, Lan Mingsu turned on the heater, took off his coat and threw it on the back seat.

Jian Shaomei forced a smile: "Mr. Lan has been looking for me for a long time?"

"Well, find the present from 10 o'clock." Lan Mingsu pulled off his tie.

"More than 4 hours." Jian Shaomei bit her lip, watched Lan Mingsu unbutton her shirt collar, and couldn't help swallowing.What is he going to do?

Lan Mingsu's lips came up slowly, moving slowly, licking and stroking his chapped lips delicately and gently, and said in a low voice, "The lips are dry."

"Hmm." Jian Shaomei's throat moved up and down, her palms were sweating, and her pants slowly tightened.

"Is it cold just now?"

Jian Shaomei nodded.

"You... are not in a good mood."

It was true that he was in a bad mood just now, but now that Lan Mingsu is like this, he doesn't even have time to think about Guo Beilin.Mr. Lan was afraid that he would be in a bad mood, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he... treated him like this?

Lan Mingsu unbuttoned his shirt, there was some chill in the air, which made him feel empty.At this time, it is time to persuade him to have other opportunities in the future. If this time doesn't work, there will be a next time, but these scenes are just for others to tell. What are you talking about for Jian Shaomei?

Such a good opportunity, everyone knows that it is very difficult to have a second time in this life.

He felt that at this time, he could only give Jian Shaomei some practical comfort.

Lan Mingsu turned off the light, leaned forward, and adjusted the back of the chair.In the dark, Jian Shaomei couldn't see clearly, she just felt that Lan Mingsu moved over and sat on him, lowered her head, her lips were glued to his.

"Mr. Lan, apart from music, I don't know anything else, I don't have any advantages." He hugged Lan Mingsu's waist tightly, his cold hands slipped into his shirt, and stroked his warm back.

"You have. You are very pure and clean." Lan Mingsu's tongue slowly slid on his neck, and said hoarsely, "I like you."

Jian Shaomei's heart stopped for a beat.Like him... Is this comforting him, or the truth?

He pulled Lan Mingsu's belt away, rubbed his lips against his shoulder, and said softly, "What did Mr. Lan say? I didn't hear clearly."

Lan Mingsu frowned, her legs trembled, and she let out a slight panting sound.Jian Shaomei tightened her fingers subconsciously, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Lan, Mingsu...do you know..."

Lan Mingsu buried her head in the socket of his neck, moaning vaguely.

"Mingsu, you are the best thing that happened to me in my life."

Lan Mingsu couldn't hear clearly anymore.He can't think about anything now.

Pain, pain... Lan Mingsu gritted his teeth.