Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

The back door of the Pingjing TV station is connected to a long street, and the long street is full of small business residents. Several breakfast shops have opened their doors. At this moment, they are surrounded by the gentle and lazy light of the early morning. The bursts of fragrance came along the white mist.A pagoda tree on the side of the road also seemed to be unable to bear the cold wind in November. It shook its body and shook off several broken leaves. Their remains floated in the air with the cold wind, just falling If you don't come to the ground, it seems to be chained by time maliciously.

Seven forty-seven, how does time pass so slowly?

Zhong Mingcan glanced at the phone in a hurry, and felt the cold wind cut his hands in less than two seconds. He hurriedly put his hands back into his pockets, couldn't help stamping his feet, and then rubbed the area where the sun could shine. Standing still, he continued to look curiously at this strange street hidden behind the tall TV station building.

The email informed that today's recording time is 08:30. He originally only wanted to come half an hour earlier to get familiar with the environment and buy a breakfast by the way, but he overestimated the road congestion in Pingjing City at [-]:[-] a.m. , obviously the driving speed along the way was not too fast, but he still found the gate of the TV station nearly an hour earlier.

At this time, even the security guard at the gate was not on duty, so he had no way to go in and park the car, so he had to go around the back door and squeeze the car into a nearby residential area.

"Here, your bun." The owner of the bun shop handed him a white plastic bag, still steaming.

"Thank you." Zhong Mingcan was so cold that he couldn't open his mouth, thanked him, took the bun, and held it in his hand as a hand warmer.He went back to the big locust tree, looked at the buildings inside carefully through the rusted iron gate, his eyes narrowed slightly due to too much concentration or the strong cold wind .

This is the Pingjing City TV station, and it looks really impressive.Zhong Mingcan raised his neck to count the floors, sixteen, seventeen, ten... there must be more than twenty floors, right?His neck was thrown back too far, and his head was a little dizzy. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. He quickly stabilized his body, not daring to raise his head to stare at the tall building again.

Ten past eight.

Zhu Zan's iconic A8L stopped at the main entrance of the TV station's office building in a hurry, put it in gear and turned off the engine.He got out of the car wearing a pair of huge sunglasses with a clean short hair that had been repaired not long ago, looking cool, and walked straight into the building.

The main stage and lights had already been set up for the recording site three days ago. Originally, according to Zhu Zan's work habits, he should have gone to see the stage layout first.However, today's recording didn't use this competition venue, so Zhu Zan went straight to the office as soon as he got off the car.

"Qin Wen! Lu Yao! Lei Zi! Where is he?"

"Hey, hey, hey, here he is, Director Zhu!" A loud male voice sounded from a corner of the huge collective office.

"Have you gone through the process of recording today?" Zhu Zan went straight into his office without looking after him. His speech was so fast that there was almost no time for anyone to react. "When will the guests come?" ? Several interns have been arranged? One person watches a group, and a group has two cameras, right?"

"That's right, that's right," Lei Zi just rushed into Zhu Zan's office, and was bombarded by a bunch of questions that rushed head-on. Let’s get things straightened out. Everyone knows that Director Zhu will disown his relatives as soon as he enters the working state. He really doesn’t dare to provoke him at this time, so he answered clearly and with a straight voice, “Qingwen and the others have gone through the process. After a while, Lu Yao is responsible for repeating the competition rules to the guests. The guests have agreed to arrive at about 08:30, and the recording will start at [-]:[-]. The venue is the six waiting rooms in the backstage and the interview booth on the fourth floor, all of which have been arranged."

"Okay," Zhu Zan was tidying up the scattered documents on the table, he hurriedly glanced at Lei Zi from a pile of white papers, and nodded, "Go and check the battery of 'Little Bee[Note]', don't follow The same time, the battery ran out in the middle of the recording, and I asked Director Zhang to hold the radio for a whole day[Note], how old are you and you don’t know how old you are? How dare you order others? It’s because Director Zhang has a good temper , if it were me..."

The mistake in that recording was indeed Lei Zi's negligence. He actually felt very embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, quickly cut off Zhu Zan's nagging, and apologized without saying a word: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Dear Director Zhu, last time it was really just an accident, I have a long memory, you see I haven't made any mistakes since that time, right..."

"Yeah," Zhu Zan didn't like him, and didn't want to talk nonsense with him here, so he hurriedly drove him out, "Hurry up and pack up your things, wash your face, and come with me to receive our distinguished guests later. .”

Zhong Mingcan felt that his legs were almost numb from the cold, so he walked into the main entrance of the TV station with a stiff body.

Take out your phone and press the screen to turn on, it's [-]:[-].

When Zhong Mingcan was wrapped in the cold wind from outside the building, and walked around into the backstage corridor of the film and television building, he happened to see Zhu Zan leaning against the wall, looking down at the process outline in his hand.There was no one in the entire corridor except him, and this person seemed to be different from the last time I saw him, with a powerful aura lingering around him that made one unable to help but feel nervous.

"Hi, how are you?" Zhong Mingcan didn't know how to address Zhu Zan on this occasion, he paused, and decided to go forward to ask a question.

Zhu Zan raised his head upon hearing the sound, and seemed a little surprised to see Zhong Mingcan. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Hey, why are you here so early?"

Zhong Mingcan nodded slightly, smiled a little shyly, and said honestly: "This is the first time I come to this kind of place, I just want to come here early to get familiar with the familiar environment."

"You have a good attitude, comrade!" Zhu Zan reached out and patted Zhong Mingcan on the shoulder. He regarded Zhong Mingcan as a friend, although now he is the host, Zhong Mingcan is the guest, he is the director, and Zhong Mingcan is one of the guests, but this This situation of disparity in status still couldn't stop his enthusiasm for making friends, "Okay, you can go inside and rest first, and then you can start recording when everyone comes. Brother Big Qiao asked me to take care of you... I don't have anything to tell you right now, so just...Come on!" After finishing speaking, he clenched his fist and punched Zhong Mingcan's chest, as if he was playing with an old friend he had known for many years, and he was especially out of touch. It became exactly the same as the last time we met at the musical theater.

Zhong Mingcan raised his eyebrows, and the anxiety caused by the unfamiliar environment disappeared because of the sudden return of familiarity from Zhu Zan.He nodded gratefully to Zhu Zan, and went to the lounge where his name was written.

Although Ge Qiao had told himself before that he would be in the same group as Dong Linzhi on the show, he still needed to be superficial, and everything had to be treated as "unknowns" before the lottery was drawn.

Zhong Mingcan found a lounge marked "Music Producer Group", opened the door and entered, there was no one inside, the makeup mirror and makeup table surrounded the room, and the chairs were scattered here and there, he counted them , exactly six.Zhong Mingcan walked to the innermost part of the room and sat down.

Even if he was the only one waiting here, he was not idle and kept looking around every corner of the room.Before coming here, Zhong Mingcan also did some homework. She found some similar variety shows and watched a few episodes, both domestic and foreign. They all have similar routines, and they usually start recording from the moment they enter the lounge.So in fact, he had already made mental preparations the moment he stepped into this building, but now it seems that there is no camera or anything like that in the room, and when he talked to Zhu Zan just now, he didn't tell himself to Be careful with the cameras in the room or something.

Knowing that he is still free now, Zhong Mingcan slightly relaxed his tense body.He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Ge Qiao: I went to the TV station, and I saw Zhu Zan, and I am on standby...

This time, Ge Qiao replied faster than before. Zhong Mingcan paid special attention to the time. At 22:[-], Ge Qiao was probably eating breakfast and playing with his mobile phone.

Ge Qiao: "It's really early enough. I'm driving. I'll talk to you when I get to the company."

It was the first time Zhong Mingcan received a voice message from Ge Qiao, thinking of Ge Qiao who was driving the car and taking time to respond to him, he suddenly chuckled.

The door was pushed open at this moment, and a man walked in.

"Hello." Zhong Mingcan stood up and said hello.

The man also looked very young, with a camel-colored windbreaker wrapped around his body, short curly hair, disheveled by the wind but not yet taken care of, with a baby face, red lips, naturally slightly pouty.He came in in a hurry, pulled a chair and sat down, stretched his legs forward, this position was diagonal to Zhong Mingcan, far away.After completing this series of actions, the man raised his face and met Shang Zhong's charming gaze: "Oh, hello." Lukewarm.

"My name is Zhong Mingcan, and I'm also here to participate in this show." Zhong Mingcan continued to stand, seemingly not caring about the man's attitude, and was just completing his self-introduction.

"Xue Tao." The man still cherished his words like gold, and didn't get up, just nodded to Zhong Mingcan.

"Good name," Zhong Mingcan laughed, his eyes soft and gentle, "flowers bloom differently, and flowers fall differently. There was also a poet named Xue Tao in the Tang Dynasty. She was just a woman, but the name conveyed a sense of talent. .”

Xue Tao was nearly confused by Zhong Mingcan's sudden appearance. He smiled coyly, and finally said a few more words: "I'm sorry, I'm not good at Chinese, so I don't know who you're talking about." After speaking, he felt that he might be too But I didn't know the fun, and added, "I only know that there are tens of thousands of people named Xue Tao in the whole country, and it's not a rare name."

Now Zhong Mingcan had nothing to say, so he nodded with a smile, sat down again, and played with his mobile phone with his head down.Extremely bored, he retreated and re-entered the chat interface with Ge Qiao, entered and retreated, back and forth more than a dozen times, and finally waited for Ge Qiao's new news.

Ge Qiao: How is it?Did Zhu Zan tell you anything?

Zhong Mingcan: Just go to the lounge to rest first, did you really tell him to take care of me?

Ge Qiao: I said it.

Zhong Mingcan: What can I take care of?

Ge Qiao: Just to comfort you, don’t feel burdened, Zhu Zan is very focused when he starts working, and he probably won’t take the initiative to take care of you when the time comes, anyway, if you have something to do, you can go to him, even Dong Linzhi , are old foxes who have been in the society for a long time, and they will definitely be able to help.

Zhong Mingcan: Why do I always feel that you raised me as a child?

Ge Qiao: Aren't you just a child...

Zhong Mingcan: ...?Although I call you brother, you are only two years older than me!

Ge Qiao: Hahahaha To be precise, you are three years younger than me... But maybe it's because you just walked out of school not long ago, I always feel that you are much younger than me.

Zhong Mingcan: July 1993, 7, do you remember?

Ge Qiao: Huh?You and I have the same birthday in the same month!My date of July 7th, 28 years, look, it is exactly three years old.

Zhong Mingcan: Fate! !

Ge Qiao: No way! !

Ge Qiao: Are you about to start?Don't you need to prepare something now?Like hair and makeup?

Zhong Mingcan: This seems to be a dressing room, but we probably don’t need it...

Ge Qiao: Yes, yes, we are famous and beautiful!

Zhong Mingcan: That's not what it means...

Zhong Mingcan: I mean those of us who are not celebrities should not need to engage in styling...

Ge Qiao: Hahaha, why are you so anxious to explain, I'm just kidding.

Ge Qiao: But what I said is true, you are indeed naturally beautiful, you don’t never hear others praise you for being handsome, do you?

When Zhong Mingcan raised his head inadvertently, he saw that there were four more people sitting in the room, all of them were silent, and he didn't even notice it at all while chatting with Ge Qiao.He felt that his words had been considered few, but now it seemed that there were a group of social phobia patients sitting in this room, each of them was so silent that the surrounding air became suffocating.

But Zhong Mingcan didn't want to be the atmosphere maker anymore, so he lowered his head and continued to chat with Ge Qiao.Nothing is as interesting as talking to Gejoo.

Zhong Mingcan: Not really, you are the first one.

Ge Qiao: No way?Do the people around you have bad eyesight? How can they not see your handsomeness!

Zhong Mingcan bit his lower lip to hold back his laughter, and Ge Qiao started having fun online again?

Zhong Mingcan: It’s okay, as long as you see it.

Before the string of characters being typed under his hand was sent, there was a sudden ping-pong-pong sound outside the door, which seemed to be the sound made by the wheels of a trolley rubbing against the ground in the supermarket.A room of "social phobia patients" and Zhong Mingchan stared at the door vigilantly.The next second, someone knocked on the door.

"Hello, hello, I'm the assistant director of this show, you can just call me Lei Zi," the person standing outside opened the door and opened his mouth, which seemed to be a long-prepared opening speech, and he spoke smoothly and Quickly, "Welcome to our show as a guest. I see that all the music producers have arrived. Don't be impatient, everyone. There is still one person missing next door. I guess we will have to wait a while before we can start recording. Let's take a break first. Here we have prepared some snacks and drinks for everyone, let’s chat and get to know each other first..."

To put it bluntly, Zhong Mingcan glanced at the people in the room from the corner of his eye without any trace, including himself, there were exactly six people, it seemed that no one had the intention of "familiar with each other".Zhong Mingcan felt that this scene should be similar to those talent shows. Anyway, they are all competitors on stage, so why pretend to be intimate outside the camera?

He felt a little bit disillusioned, but he soon realized that this kind of thing is different from person to person. There will always be people who think that friendship is the first and competition is the second. .

Since that unpleasant recording of the ending song of the web drama, he hasn't contacted that college roommate named Duan Fei again, but in the previous cooperation with Duan Fei, Zhong Mingcan deeply felt the power of connections. Regardless of the level of strength, rich contacts can bring more and better opportunities.He's also not that stagnant.He also wants to broaden his network and get to know a few more friends in the same industry, preferably with similar interests, especially those who can chat.

Well, probably like Ge Qiao?

It's a pity that I probably won't know each other from this room.

"Director Lei, when will we start and end?" Xue Tao's voice was still lukewarm, with no emotion.

"Well, it's hard to say when it will start and end. It's because everyone hasn't arrived yet... It will be recorded for about six hours, three hours for individual interviews with guests, three hours for group recording, and one hour for lunch in the middle. Seven hours, our colleagues will come to explain the process to you in detail later.”

"Then do you have to ask you to remind the guests over there? If you want to record for six hours, you should hurry up and start now?" These words sounded unhurried, but the meaning was very clear. Zhong Mingcan looked at The nervous and anxious feeling in the heart of the hip-hop man in black who said this resurfaced again.

"A reminder..." The assistant director named Lei Zi seems to be a very good-tempered person. He doesn't care about the smugness in this question, but seems to be immersed in this tempting proposal. In the middle, his eyes gradually drifted away, a helpless wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice became softer, "I want to urge you too, who would dare..."

The author has something to say: [Note] Little Bee: The wireless microphone worn by the guests is used to collect sound. The host is usually attached to the back of the trousers, the microphone cable passes through the clothes, and the microphone is attached to the collar.Musical actors usually pin the microphone on their hair, because if it is not on their clothes, if the action is violent, it will affect the sound reception.

[Note] Steering Pole: A kind of radio microphone, which needs to be held by off-site personnel who will not be seen in the camera. It is the furry thing, mainly used in movies and TV dramas.