Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

What does an apartment look like on a typical Friday?

The vicinity is not a downtown area, and of course it can't be considered a remote suburb. It is probably somewhere in between. I heard that many industry tycoons and hidden rich people have gathered in this area.Judging from the color of the sky, it should be an area with a very pleasant environment, far away from the bustling crowds in the downtown area, and far away from the factory chimneys in the suburbs with gray smoke and white gas. The lonely atmosphere of being derailed by the world. For a profession like a media director who has to deal with people every day, occasionally trying to feel derailed from the world is also a way to relieve stress.Ge Qiao and the others are separated by two apartments, and there is an irregularly shaped man-made lake, which is slightly larger than the area of ​​an apartment, and it is filled with green water all the year round. There are sparkling water waves, and the lake is surrounded by a silver-white iron fence to prevent children from falling. It is probably cleaned every day, and no rust can be seen. Metal-specific light spots are shining, but the temperature of these two lights is different from what the naked eye can see. Looking from a distance, there is a sense of coldness in the exuberance.

Although Ge Qiao felt that no one would be dissatisfied with this residential area, it seems that there are not many residents here, and there are deep achievements and fame.

The landlord of the apartment, Professor Shen Yan, has a new refined temperament in his bones, and believes that no matter how simple (for Shen Yan, this apartment can indeed be described as "simple"), it cannot lose elegance, so he equipped the kitchen with The bar counter connects the balcony on the first floor with the small garden and builds a glass room.As for the problem left over from history—the old plumbing on the second floor—maybe it was because he couldn’t bear the harmonious beauty of the apartment to be lost for a period of time, so he didn’t want to start renovations.

"Quandonarriveenville" is playing on the all-black stereo downstairs. Ge Qiao bought this one, which looks cheap at first glance. When he first moved in five years ago, he wanted to cater to the landlord's capitalist taste Buying something for the apartment, and considering my own voice control attributes, I simply bought this stereo with high reputation and high price at the time.

When Ge Qiao came out of the bedroom, he happened to hear the last part of the epilogue vaguely. When he stepped on the ending point and walked to the kitchen, Hu Zhinan was having breakfast. In addition to Shen Yan's art theory class, he had to attend another class. A general education class that happened to be on a Friday morning.So at this time of the week, Hu Zhinan would go out with Zhu Zan and Ge Qiao after breakfast.

Just listening to the repeated drum beats at the end, you can know that it comes from the French musical "Star Fantasy". There are probably not many such people, but Ge Qiao is one of them.

In 1976, France fabricated this "Star Fantasy". In the 20s, Europeans had a particularly pessimistic outlook on the future. They managed to get out of the trauma of World War II, but they ushered in another realistic blow. Terrorism It turned into a more terrifying devil tormenting human beings, and the economic depression destroyed the hope of countless people. Overnight, people all heard that the thriving and prosperous scene in front of them was just an invisible mirage, which blocked people's vision. Their vision prevents them from seeing where the so-called bright future lies.But even in such dark despair, music is still regarded as a source of power to renew people, and it is placed in an equally important position as "love".This power is both invisible and tangible. It was born out of thin air, carved into uneven ripples, reacted with metal needles and electric current, and sang from the throats of a group of talented singers.It can be attached to any particle in the air, stimulating people's eardrums and brain nerves, making them convert, and arousing their joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Ge Qiaoduo likes music.

He appreciates this illusory yet concrete art, and appreciates it with sincerity that even controls people's emotions.It's a pity that he was tone deaf since he was a child, so he couldn't really experience the pleasure of immersing himself in this art, so he chose to take a detour and save the country with a curve. Stepping into the entertainment industry, he became the media director of an entertainment company, naively guarding his original enthusiasm.

At least, in the end he was on a path to protect those lucky enough to have music as his companion.

Hu Zhinan smeared peanut butter on the toasted bread and complained to Zhu Zan: "I also want to watch a musical with you, but next month I have to start a test and have to complete the homework for the audition class..." At this point, he Suddenly thinking that the professor who had the most homework for the audited class lived in this apartment, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes and sighed, "Fucking... I really convinced Professor Shen, there are more than 60 students in the classroom. Students, more than 60! Why can't we let a poor, weak and helpless doctoral student go?"

With Shen Yan not there, he didn't bother to hide it anymore, and the slander directly turned into a verbal slander.

"This shows that Professor Shen is dedicated to his work. Do you think the professor's salary is so easy to get?" Zhu Zan rarely spoke human words.

"Then he still has so much salary anyway!" Hu Zhinan was full of sorrow and had nowhere to confide in. Who told him that drama literature is fun and easy to learn?But hurry up and suffer your death, "I can only get a small three thousand every month if I work hard. If you don't help me with my food expenses and remove the rent, on average, I can't even afford instant noodles every day..."

Ge Qiao felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.

"How much is your monthly rent?"

Hu Zhinan was interrupted to talk, and the sadness on his face was still there. He was stunned for two seconds before answering: "Two thousand and six."

Hey!

Tens of millions couldn't buy a house on this floor, so Comrade Xiao Hu moved in with a monthly rent of [-].

This is a charity project, Professor Shen.

"You're about the same as me, aren't you?"

It hurts, little brother.

"Professor Shen said that this house is his personal property, and he doesn't need to pay anything extra, so a symbolic monthly rent is enough."

Zhu Zan and Ge Qiao were confused at the same time, which is unheard of.Both of them are honest people who pay a monthly rent of [-].

How can this operation be so coquettish?

How did such a double-standard beast become a professor?

Fortunately, when Ge Qiao moved in, he thought the monthly rent in this area was very cheap.

Zhu Zan didn't have so many inner dramas like Ge Qiao, and after he realized it, he laughed "chichichi" aside, looked at Ge Qiao and Hu Zhinan, and there was still a slice of bread left in his hand that was shaking to crumbs All spilled over the plate.

"Yes, Professor Shen is kind and kind," Ge Qiao smiled dignifiedly and kindly, "Meeting this kind of landlord is really a blessing for the three of us in our previous lives."

It was past eight o'clock when they finished breakfast and went out.

Hu Zhinan went to class at nine o'clock and rushed out to catch the subway. Zhu Zan and Ge Qiao, two office workers, took advantage of their positions and followed slowly towards the garage. A Honda Accord and an Audi A8L, opened the front and rear doors.

Before getting into the car, Ge Qiao was really panicked, and the depression he got from Hu Zhinan had to find an outlet to release it.

Whoever is by your side now is the unlucky one.

He said very sincerely to Zhu Zan: "I really hope that Shen Yan will get along with Hu Zhinan sooner."

"Huh?" Zhu Zan casually took out the car keys.

"In this way, you are the only single dog left in our apartment..." He said and opened the car door.

"What's the situation?!" Zhu Zan reacted so quickly, years of experience as a director has also trained his focus speed, the hand holding the car key did not have time to press the button, "Brother Qiao, you, you... there is something wrong ?! Who is it? When did it happen?! Why didn’t you tell us earlier so that everyone can celebrate together!”

"Tsk," seeing Zhu Zan's reaction, Ge Qiao felt that his mood finally got better, stretched his feet into the car, and smiled gratefully at Zhu Zan before closing the car door, "I'm fine, but you can be me It's a person, not a dog."

The unlucky Zhu Zan didn't figure it out until he entered the gate of the TV station, did Ge Qiao's words mean that he was out of the order or not.

Will Ge Qiao still have a long way to go?It is estimated that he himself does not know.

When receiving Zhong Mingcan's new message, Ge Qiao just finished signing a document, and clicked on the voice message while the assistant gently closed the door.

Zhong Mingcan: "Are you still busy? When will it end?"

The noise that was inadvertently picked up made his voice sound a little distorted. It didn't seem like he was speaking against the microphone of the mobile phone, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Ge Qiao poked the phone screen and wrote back: You can go out now, where are you?

Zhong Mingcan: "Downstairs."

Two voice messages in succession made Ge Qiao's palms feel a little hot. It's obviously not a unique voice. It's not low-pitched or clear. It's just the kind of ordinary male voice that you'll forget once you hear it. The ground, across the palm of your hand, across your fingertips, and across your ears.

This person is younger than himself.

Are you really attracted to this little boy?

Why can't you hold your breath?

During the few minutes when he went downstairs, these two thoughts of Ge Qiao came without warning. He stared at the crack of the elevator door, his phantom silhouette was reflected on the wall, one piece was black, the other was white, and there was a small piece of light flesh-colored And a touch of red dots, these color blocks were split in half by the crack of the door, so loose that they couldn't find their original shape.He only wears formal clothes during working hours, and there are several sets of well-matched dark trousers and light-colored shirts in the closet of his room. Such monotonous dressing can create a sense of distance between him and the space in which he is. Putting himself into his comfort zone will make him relax his vigilance, and the media industry is changing rapidly, and the most fearful thing is to let his vigilance go.

However, he never wears a tie. This thing, which should be a symbol of restraint and abstinence, will always change its taste if he wears it.

Until the elevator door opened, Ge Qiao didn't think of an answer to those two question marks.

Zhong Mingcan stood outside the company gate, leaning against the glass wall, with his back facing the direction of the wind, holding something in one hand, and holding a mobile phone in the other hand, pressing the screen to check the time from time to time, and then hanging down arm.

"Why don't you go in and wait? It's a bit cold today."

Ge Qiao's voice rang in his ears, and when he turned around, he saw him looking at him with concern, and his back, which had just been cooled by the wind, gradually returned to the temperature.He responded with a smile: "I have just arrived not too long ago, I plan to stand here for a while before going in."

This place is right next to the gate, and Ge Qiao can see himself as soon as he comes out.

Ge Qiao nodded and raised his chin: "Let's go, it's meal time, I'm a little hungry, let's eat first."

Zhong Mingcan followed him half a step, and handed over to Ge Qiao the things he had been holding in his hand, and touched Ge Qiao's arm with the back of his hand: "I bought it for you, it's a meeting gift."

Ge Qiao raised his hand and picked it up, and said "thank you" without looking at what it was, and suddenly felt a burst of warmth after speaking, only to realize that what he gave himself was a cup of milk tea.

"Huh?" He was a little surprised when he saw the brand of milk tea.

Ge Qiao doesn't drink coffee, and feels that fruit juice is too childish, and colleagues always like to go to coffee shops to exchange feelings, so he only orders milk tea, and drinking it has become a habit over time, and gradually has some research on milk tea. The cup in the cup should be the signature drink of an online celebrity shop that has just become popular in Pingjing City recently. It is said that it is impossible to buy it without queuing for an hour.

So Zhong Mingcan ran to stand for more than an hour to buy him milk tea for a meeting ceremony?

"I met you three times, and you took a cup of milk tea. I thought you would like it, so I went to buy it." Zhong Mingchan smiled and watched Ge Qiao's reaction. He didn't feel like he was asking for credit, but he seemed to be saying, "Help." A friend brought a bottle of mineral water from a convenience store" as natural as it is, an understatement.

The first time was what I thought was the first meeting, the second time was what Ge Qiao thought was the first meeting, and the third time was when I saw him and that Dong Linzhi in the coffee shop.

"Can't drink coffee?" Zhong Mingcan asked.

Ge Qiao never touches coffee, he is allergic to it, his stomach hurts, his heart beats faster and he has some shortness of breath when he touches it, but he never says it, he just prevaricates it by saying "I don't like the taste", he has never felt safe and doesn't want to talk to others People reveal their preferences and habits.

But Zhong Mingcan saw it directly?

"Well, a little allergic."

"Just milk tea?" Zhong Mingcan tilted his head to look at him. The last time he met Ge Qiao in a coffee shop, he ordered milk tea. He vaguely guessed that Ge Qiao might not like the taste of coffee, but he didn't expect it to be such an allergic reaction. Serious reason.

Thinking that Ge Qiao still had such a taboo, Zhong Mingcan frowned, and reminded: "There will also be meth in milk tea. If it is brewed with tea powder, the concentration may be higher than coffee..." As he spoke, he reached out his hand to put Bring back that cup of milk tea.

Hearing this, Ge Qiao laughed, turned slightly sideways and raised his elbow to block it, and said nonchalantly, "Who are you scaring? I may not be allergic to meth. I'm fine after drinking milk tea for so long, which means I'm just physically fit. The coffee just doesn't fit."

Then he deliberately took a sip of the milk tea in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly with a look of satisfaction on his face, and his voice became slightly nasal: "I've always wanted to try the signboard of this store, but I don't have time to buy it, thank you You!"

Zhong Mingcan gave up and continued to take back this meeting gift that took him a whole morning to buy. Seeing that Ge Qiao was drinking happily, he joked: "Drinking so much milk tea, why don't you get fat?"

"How could it be possible not to gain weight?" Ge Qiao thought of something, and flattened his mouth, "When I was just a freshman, I gained ten kilograms in one semester just because I drank milk tea every day. When I came home during the Chinese New Year, my mother went to the airport to pick me up. Me, the two of us are standing at the airport, so many people are watching, she just doesn't want to recognize me, because she thinks I'm ugly with a double chin!"

He turned his head to look at Zhong Mingcan, and came to a conclusion: "This is my real mother!"

Zhong Mingcan laughed "puchi" and nodded: "It seems that Auntie also cherishes her son's beauty."

"Really," Ge Qiao grinned, he didn't have the slightest resistance to the word "beautiful", and it looked like he had experienced many battles, "I cherish this face more than I do. I come back every year She wants to put a bunch of skin care products in my suitcase, and many of them are not just for men, even if I am..." Suddenly the conversation stopped, and a slight pause blurred it out, "Those things that little girls only understand How do you know how to use it?" Although he was not straight since he was a child, the straight male thinking that cannot be changed in his bones still often comes out to cause trouble.

Zhong Mingcan's eyes dimmed indistinctly, he nodded, and said, "This is all natural, you are indeed born good-looking."

"Really? You think so too?"

Ge Qiao got playful again, took a sudden step forward, turned around and put his face under Zhong Mingcan's eyelids, forced to meet Zhong Mingcan's gaze, and walked backwards while bending his eyes and smiling, secretly exuding charm.

"I...I think..." Zhong Mingcan was frightened by his sudden action, and put some distance away from Ge Qiao. This is a street next to the road, and people come and go. Modern people are used to walking low Keeping his head down, he didn't know the danger, he just waited for others to evade himself to avoid collision. Seeing Ge Qiao continue to walk backwards unknowingly, he followed up and pulled his arm, pulling him to his side and turned around , barely avoiding a girl wearing a headset who was swiping her phone with her head down and walking towards this side.

Ge Qiao was dragged a little unsteadily by him, and after he stabilized his figure, he continued to follow: "What?"

"I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks so," Zhong Mingcan let go of his hand on Ge Qiao's arm, and when he lowered his hand, he shook it calmly, "You'd better not be modest about this matter, it will look very hypocritical. "

"No, no, myself, I really think that no one in this world looks better than me."

"Isn't this just for you to affirm me too, will rainbow fart do it?"

The author has something to say: Zhu Zan: Don't talk nonsense!How could my elder brother Qiao call me a dog? !