star chaser poem

The music information platform behind "Spades News" regularly holds a large platter live every other quarter, the purpose of which is to increase the popularity of the platform and to let more bands emerge.

After the announcement of the performance is released, a promotional video of the event will be attached, which will be recorded separately by each participating band in the background, telling the highlights of the live, what makes them different, as well as the recent release and relevant information about the live.

The task of filming the video fell to Taoguo, but she herself showed little interest—because the lineup of performances did not arouse her interest.

And after the actual shooting, she became even more unhappy.There are a lot of bands, and Taoguo has to interview and watch the camera all by himself, which is really too busy.It is said that the division of labor has always been between two people. This time, it happened that someone resigned temporarily, and it turned into the current situation as a last resort.

She was complaining to everyone that day, and Xiang Shi raised her hand to express her willingness to help without any payment.But in exchange, I hope Taoguo can do two things for him.

The first thing is to find out all the issues of "Spades News" in which J appeared.As for the second matter, it was about the doll he saw at Fu Jing's house.

"Do you know anyone who sent J a handmade non-woven doll?"

"Baby?" Taoguo repeated it quite unexpectedly, and decisively gave a negative answer: "I haven't heard of it, and you didn't ask Miaomiao?"

"She said she doesn't like dealing with colleagues, so she doesn't know." Xiang Shi paused, then added in a low voice: "She was a little angry after I asked her."

"Actually, it shouldn't be hard to find." Taoguo rolled her eyes, and her gaze stayed on Xiang Shi, "Why do you want to know this?"

Xiang Shi felt that his skin had thickened a lot since he successfully infiltrated Sariel's fan base, and he replied without changing his face, "Because it's cute, I want one too."

The other party frowned, looked at him strangely for a moment, and finally chose not to ask any more questions, just said: "Okay, leave it to me."

At noon on the shooting day, everyone gathered at the nearest station and followed the person in charge to the performance venue.This is one of the most prestigious downtown areas in the entire Kure City, and it is also known as the culture medium for underground subculture.Along the way, young people dressed boldly and perversely can be seen everywhere, as if any strange behavior can be understood here, which is comparable to an extraterritorial place independent of the normal world.

The livehouse is built on a slope, and it takes a long uphill road to climb, plus the weight of photographic equipment—so the work has not yet started, and the group of people are already out of breath just standing at the door.

When we arrived, we could already faintly hear the sound of rehearsal.They first greeted the relevant staff, then learned about the process and precautions of the day, and then received their pass.In order not to affect the progress of the performance, it is necessary to take advantage of the gap between the time when the band puts on makeup and before going on stage to complete the task.

Xiang Shi hasn't worked part-time since graduating from university, and it's been a long time since she started working with these physical activities, and she finds it very fresh and interesting.

After adjusting the camera and the microphone, it was confirmed that the camera lens just framed two-thirds of the interviewer's upper body; next, he only needed to press the shooting button, quietly hide behind the equipment, and quietly pass through the viewfinder. Just observe the screen where this side is cut off.

When it was time for a break, Xiang Shi was going to drink some water and take a break.Due to the large number of bands participating in the performance, the backstage personnel were messy, some were practicing piano, some were eating, some were chatting, and there was a chaotic mess.

When he was about to walk into the house, he suddenly caught a long-lost name from the voices coming from the room.

"Do you want to go?" followed by a burst of laughter, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Well, do you think he doesn't like me, it's like taking gunpowder every day, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't hate people."

"Let me tell you, it's not true. He treats everyone like this. In his eyes, everyone around him is a fool."

"If you can't take it, run away quickly, I ran away one before."

"That Sariel? What's the matter with him."

"It's about the same as you. Anyway, Lao Ji hopes to find someone who has no opinion and is obedient. After all, this band belongs to him, and the backbone can only be himself. So other people, especially the lead singer, can't be too big, otherwise it will be difficult to control , you understand."

Xiang Shi judged that she should not continue listening.He turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect that there was a person hiding in the corner not far behind, apparently standing there for a while.The man was not embarrassed, and said as he walked forward, "You heard it all."

If he hadn't seen the photo before, he couldn't remember who the man was gradually approaching him from the shadows.

"you remember me."

"Of course. I have a good memory."

The other party's eyes fell on the staff card hanging on Xiang Shi's chest.This glance can explain many things, such as why after many years, he suddenly got involved with the livehouse.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this look that prompted him to say the following: "Don't listen to those idiots talking nonsense, I made an early appearance today, and we're going to have a drink together after we're done."

·

"Do you think I'm pitiful?" Ji Yin was already drunk when he asked this question.His eyes were a little bloodshot, and his gaze was chaotic and out of focus.

The lip nails were removed, leaving only two shallow pits on the skin, which are hard to distinguish unless you look carefully.The corners of the lips that always showed an upward arc in memory are now drooping in frustration, as if they have lost the strength to smile.

His hair was dyed black, and the prosthetic eye ring was gone—those personal labels that belonged to him in the past seemed to have been wiped clean.Sitting in this noisy izakaya, he looks inconspicuous, and he has long been integrated with the group of passers-by with blurred faces around him.

Xiang Shi felt that the current Ji Yin was completely different from the person who remained vividly in his memory.He is no longer shrouded in a powerful halo, no longer exudes an aggressive aura, and no longer possesses arrogant self-confidence.It seemed that what appeared in front of his eyes was just a frustrated, tired, ordinary person with nothing special about him.

It was Ji Yin like this who asked a weak question that didn't seem to come out of his mouth at all.

Xiang Shi's first reaction was to take the opportunity to scold him, after all, poor people must have something to hate.But after thinking about it, everyone is an adult, and many things cannot be explained clearly in a few words, so he softened his tone: "Why didn't you say that I was very pitiful back then."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yin smiled wryly and shook his head, then picked up the paper sleeve containing the disposable chopsticks, propped his elbows on the table, and casually folded them, "Is his throat better?"

In the context where two people overlap, this "he" refers to only one person.Seeing that Xiang Shi was silent, Ji Yin's mouth twitched ironically, "It seems that he didn't tell you."

This provocative gesture left a faint shadow of his domineering past.If it was a few years ago, Xiang Shi would be so angry that he would directly shake his face, but now, instead of being provoked, he calmly filled the empty wine glass for the other party.

"It's not a child, why do you have to let others know everything."

He drank the wine in the glass in one breath, and there was a rare trace of fragile helplessness on the corner of his mouth that was branded with scars, "Forget it, I'll be a good person once in a while."

The paper case seemed to be folded, because in his palm was a small and exquisite red paper crane.

·

three years ago.

The lights in the small meeting room were not turned on. If it were someone else, they would definitely think that the room was empty, but Ji Yin knew that Fu Jing was here.

He should have gone to the bathroom. The computer was unlocked, and it was laid openly on the table in the conference room.The screen is split-screen, the interface on the left is exporting the project, and the interface on the right is his cloud disk.

Ji Yin was full of blame for why he would forget such basic common sense as chain screens, but when he noticed the file names listed in the cloud disk, he realized that things were not that simple.

Fu Jing is writing songs behind her back.

The content in the cloud disk is very messy, including old songs that have been screened out before, and new songs that Ji Yin has never seen before.On weekdays, just dealing with the demos handed over to the company is already very exhausting. He never imagined that Fu Jing would still have the energy to write so many things. It is almost doubtful whether he has time to sleep.

But on the other hand, it may be precisely because of the compromises and restrictions on distribution that he compensatoryly vented his long-standing creative desire in invisible places.

Although he knew that doing so would make him angry, Ji Yin still chose to put on the earphones, and just clicked on one of the songs to listen.He suddenly realized that Fu Jing might not have forgotten to lock the computer, but that he didn't care about being seen by other people at all. After all, those obscure and hysterical songs were absolutely impossible to be used, and he was giving up on himself.

The degree of completion of the song is unexpectedly high, and it is not at the level of idle time. It can be heard that the producer is taking this matter seriously.The music in the earphones is like a thick quilt, covering the ambient sound, Ji Yin's attention, and all the annoying mediocrity and boredom in the real world.

It wasn't until Fu Jing stretched out her knuckles and knocked hard on the table a few times that he opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream.

"Have you heard enough?" asked the person next to him.There was no emotion or anger in the tone without ups and downs, like a cup of tea that had completely cooled down.

Taking off the earphones, Ji Yin stood up leisurely, there was no embarrassment on his face, but instead he stared into the other's eyes, "You have time to toss these crap things that can't be released, why don't you spend more time thinking about it?" The song that should be handed in next time, don't be wiped out by then."

He still doesn't understand, since when did Fu Jing's eyes look at him like this, as if two clusters of pitch-black flames were ignited deep in his pupils, burning quietly and cruelly.

You know, in the past, there was always sparkling longing in his eyes.Don't say it's a trick to hide from the people around you, but whenever you write a motive casually, you have to come over excitedly and say with anticipation: "Listen and see."

At this moment, the pair of eyes that looked the same looked dull, with indifference and rejection that repulsed people thousands of miles away.

Fu Jing didn't speak, and the film-like sullenness stretched tightly on his face, blurring his facial features——Ji Yin realized that it wasn't just the eyes, but Fu Jing himself, which made him feel Unprecedented strangeness.

The songs stored in the cloud disk were not for Moonquake, nor did they take other jobs, nor did they seem to be written for fun—then there is only one answer, he wrote it for his future self, and he wanted to leave.

When he finally woke up, the door was already closed.Ji Yin was the only one left in the dark and narrow meeting room, and those melodies that no one cared about were still playing in the earphones, and the gray notes seemed to be trapped in the dark airtight box, and it was difficult to break free.

·

Pressing the fire, Fu Jing rushed to the smoking booth downstairs of the company.He was in a bad mood, and he was very noisy when he walked, so before anyone approached, the teasing voice rang out first: "Look at your posture, are you arguing with Ji Yin again?"

Fu Jing immediately recognized that it was another guitarist from Moonquake who was speaking.This person is not as good at playing the piano as Ji Yin, and his appearance is not as good as him. He is in the same position, but his popularity is very different, so he has always been jealous behind his back.

In the past few years, the relationship between Fu Jing and Ji Yin has become worse and worse, and it has reached the point where everyone in the company knows it.The so-called enemy of an enemy is a friend, and the one in front of him puts all his energy into winning over the lead singer, and likes to say some weird irony in front of him when he has nothing to do, trying to find ways to disgust people.

There was no one else in the smoking booth, so Fu Jing picked a corner farthest from him, didn't say much, started touching the lighter with the filter in her mouth.Unexpectedly, the other party didn't give up, so he followed him with a straight face, tapped his arm with the back of his hand, and asked for an answer.

Frowning, Fu Jing stepped back a few steps impatiently, and cursed: "Don't bother me so much." He took a deep breath like revenge, and all the nicotine was squeezed into the lobes of his lungs.

"No matter why you are arguing, I have long wanted to persuade you, Xiao Ji is right."

Fu Jing lazily raised her eyelids and looked at him for a while, then sneered, then turned half of her face to one side in a bored manner, and sprayed out a thin and long mouthful of white mist.

"It's because you are too serious. It's just for making a living. Why do you put so much emotion into it. You treat yourself like an assembly line worker who does repetitive labor. Writing songs depends entirely on muscle memory. You only use your hands without using your brain, let alone your heart. Otherwise, you will be the one who suffers in the end.”

After hearing these words, he neither agreed nor refuted.Fearing that the tar would get on his fingers, he pinched the cigarette two-thirds of the way through.Just when Fu Jing was about to knock out the next one from the carton, she was suddenly stopped by the person next to her, "Hey, hey, that's enough, enough is enough, you don't even realize that your throat is not in good condition?"

"Go away." The tone of the speech was very rough. Seeing his uneasy expression, the person who was attacked had to withdraw his hand angrily, and changed the topic instead.

"If you want me to say, don't torment yourself, torment others. I have a problem this week, do you want to go out and have fun together?"

Staring blankly at the guitarist for a while, Fu Jing suddenly showed a harmless smile. He raised his voice on purpose, changed into an evil boyish voice, and said slowly and clearly: "Who knows where you people come from?" Yes, I think it's dirty."

Putting out the remaining half of the cigarette on the ash column, he took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing irritably as he walked back, the fruit flavor gradually released was mixed with the residual smoke flavor and stirred in his mouth , mixed into a weird bitterness.

The intake of nicotine did not bring the expected relaxation and pleasure.The unhappiness with Ji Yin, and the words that idiot told him just now, I don't know which is more disappointing.

The author has something to say:

Smoking is harmful to health.