Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Ge Qiao's idol is Zhong Mingcan.

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So, many years later, when they recalled the penultimate weekend of the last month of 2018, Ge Qiao still felt that the situation at that time was unbelievable, and still wanted to peel off Zhong Mingchan's brain to see what was inside. But Zhong Mingcan was still unaware of this, and instead took advantage of Ge Qiao's unconsciousness to ask for credit like a child.

After making an appointment to meet on Sunday, Zhong Mingcan asked Ge Qiao to stay at home and drove to pick him up by himself.In fact, Ge Qiao already had a premonition at this time, and it was only because he believed too much in Zhong Mingcan's innocent and pure face that he didn't stick to his intuition.Later, he thought about it, even if he insisted on his own opinion at the beginning and proposed to spend a day shopping in a shopping mall or driving from Pingjing to Shanghai, it would save time and effort compared to Zhong Mingcan's whimsical idea back then.

The two even quarreled over it.

Ge Qiao always seizes the opportunity to turn over old scores: "I almost died of exhaustion in that crappy house!"

Zhong Mingcan just felt helpless: "Why are you so unromantic!"

Even so, in this matter, the two of them had a tacit understanding.Ge Qiao has a tough mouth and a thin skin. He never said that when he looked at the disgraced Zhong Mingcan, his heart was indeed moved to lightning and thunder in an instant. Fortunately, Zhong Mingcan is an excellent boyfriend and he will never disappoint. The act of picking up the incident and talking about it for a while revealed the unspeakable love of this person.

Later, Ge Qiao's duplicity became the interest in life between the young couple.

But that was a long, long time ago.

At nine o'clock in the morning on Sunday, the sun was just right.

There was silence in the apartment, Ge Qiao stayed at home obediently, waiting for Zhong Mingcan to pick him up on the road.

Zhong Mingcan was very thoughtful, knowing that Ge Qiao didn't like to move, so before taking him on a full-day wonderful journey, he needed something to divert his attention.Zhong Mingcan has been busy since [-] o'clock in the morning. When he finished making a pot of Keemun black tea, the sky was just dawning, and the cold darkness could not be dissipated. The corners of the mouth curled up unconsciously, and the quiet room was also warmed by the aroma of the pot of hot tea.

Serving a cup of handmade milk tea full of sincerity will probably make Ge Qiao endure for a few more hours.

Naturally, Ge Qiao didn't know the small plan that Zhong Mingcan had in mind, so happily holding a thermos cup in his left hand and a piece of Dong Rong Cake in his right hand, he got into Zhong Mingcan's thief car without any doubt.

The car had already driven onto the main road, and Ge Qiao remembered to ask, "Where are you going?"

In order to fulfill the wish won by the claw machine, Zhong Mingcan took Ge Qiao to a hidden and desolate alley on Hongxing Road.

Ge Qiao looked at the slightly dark and dilapidated courtyard in front of him, and nailed his feet on the spot: "Are you really planning to sell me?"

Zhong Mingcan looked back at him and laughed, then pointed inside with his fingers: "This is a wood art studio. I come here often. I will take this opportunity to show you."

Ge Qiao listened carefully to the last word, then turned around and left.

Zhong Mingcan had expected Ge Qiao's reaction a long time ago, he raised his hand to stop him, grabbed Ge Qiao's arm and dragged him inside.Ge Qiao had seen Zhong Mingcan's strength before, and knew that it was impossible for him to break free, so he had to settle for the next best thing and win with his mouth.

"Dare you prepared the 'Last Supper' just now?! You just want to catch me as a coolie?! No wonder you are so considerate, and you even mixed the milk tea yourself! I knew it, you are a thorough 'White cuts black'..."

Before he finished yelling, he saw a silver-haired old man about 70 to [-] years old coming out of the yard, pacing leisurely with his hands behind his back, with a sharp expression and a hale and hearty look.

Ge Qiao suddenly fell silent.

The old man's eyes swept over him lightly, and seeing Zhong Mingcan in a blink of an eye, he immediately smiled, and the vicissitudes of wrinkles left by the years instantly wore away the sharp aura that he had just wrapped around his body.

The old man's voice was full of anger: "Little Maotou is here!"

Usually, Ming Can was used to being called that, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but today Ge Qiao was standing beside him, he suddenly felt a little shy, and turned around to explain to Ge Qiao that this was actually just a Shanghai dialect, not his baby name.

But Ge Qiao didn't seem to be curious about the title, and asked in a low voice, "Are you familiar with each other?"

Zhong Mingcan replied: "Well, my carpenter, I have known him since I was a child, and I am as close as my grandfather."

Ge Qiao understood and nodded.

At this time, the old man glanced at Ge Qiao again, his smile subsided slightly, and his words were still wary: "Bringing friends?"

"Yes, this is Ge Qiao, my friend. This is Master Wan, the owner of this studio."

When Ge Qiao heard this, it turned out that this was his "buyer"—no, the owner of this studio—immediately raised a smiling face, his eyes curled up, and he looked very cute: "Grandpa, you are also from Shanghai. ?”

The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his smile was obviously much more sincere than before: "Hey, you are also from Shanghai?"

"Yeah, I'm from there too."

"How long has the kid been here?"

"More than five years, I came here as soon as I graduated from university..."

"Hey, it's not short, I have been here for more than 40 years! I almost forgot all the words of my hometown..."

Ge Qiao followed Master Wan for half a step, using the Shanghai dialect to get close, and the two of them, Wu Nong, softly talked to each other, walking towards the backyard while talking, leaving Zhong Mingcan alone behind, what they said The words of Zhong Mingcan, a native of Pingjing, sounded like a bible, which made him confused.However, he was a little relieved. He didn't expect Ge Qiao to adapt to this place so quickly. Before that, he was very worried about what would happen if Ge Qiao and Grandpa Wan couldn't get along.

Just now he was relieved, but when he entered the main hall, Ge Qiao froze in place again.

There are wood wastes all over the floor, and several large machines next to them are shining with an unfriendly metallic luster under the lights. There are a few finished wooden boards that have been polished by the corner of the wall. Judging from the quantity and size, they should be used to make large pieces. furniture.

Everything seems to be clamoring for a sentence: Today is destined to be the good day of Ge Qiao, an otaku in the late stage of lazy cancer.

He couldn't get angry in front of the old man, he pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, and secretly gritted his teeth at Zhong Mingcan: "Do you want to make a bench or a table?! Tell me clearly! Let me understand!"

Seeing Ge Qiao's reaction, Zhong Mingcan found it very interesting, and unconsciously became playful, wanting to tease him again: "Which one do you think is easier to do?"

"I think it's easier to be you." Ge Qiao rolled his eyes.

Zhong Mingcan held back his laughter until his shoulders began to shake, he kicked the wood chips and chainsaw cables to the side, turned around and grabbed Ge Qiao's cuff, and said softly: "Follow me, be careful not to step on these. "

Ge Qiao felt that he was a fish on the chopping board and had no freedom at all, but he didn't have time to feel sorry for himself, only to hear Master Wan say to Zhong Mingcan: "Continue to be your guitar?"

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

The old man waved his hand coolly: "Hey, why are you being polite to me, have you figured it out? Don't use mahogany this time, use Sapele instead?"

"Think about it, just use this."

"You little brother, the instruments you play are getting more and more expensive!"

Zhong Mingcan Pidianpidian followed Master Wan to the side of the red wood that had been cut, glanced at the discarded materials piled up on the ground, and turned his gaze away to flirt with Master Wan: "If you buy it, it will be better. Expensive, fortunately I have your grandfather, you are highly skilled, and the instruments you make are better than those of big names!"

"You are sweet..."

Ge Qiao hid himself in a corner, quickly analyzing the current situation in his mind, he was one hundred thousand unwilling to help Zhong Mingcan make tables and benches, but if it was to help him make something like a guitar, it was not impossible.

He cleared his throat, and inserted into the conversation between their father and son a little awkwardly: "Well... can I help you?"

Zhong Mingcan replied without any hesitation: "You can't help anything."

Ge Qiao choked up and cursed wildly, so you took me here to go shopping?

Master Wan looked at Zhong Mingcan, then at Ge Qiao, stood by the side and laughed, and waved at Zhong Mingcan, meaning to let him "bring friends to relax", took a few pieces of wood, turned around and entered the backyard.Only then did Zhong Mingcan wave to Ge Qiao: "Come with me, we have other things to do."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the dozen or so long wooden sticks on the ground, hugged them in his arms, raised his chin to Ge Qiao, and directed his gaze to the table beside him: "There are gloves over there, you put them on first. "

Ge Qiao sighed and completely compromised, anyway, it's already like this, why don't you listen to him and see what kind of medicine is sold in this person's gourd.He found a pair of gloves that looked clean and put them on for himself, and continued to pick and choose a pair that was clean enough to hold in his hand.

Zhong Mingcan hugged the pile of wooden sticks and walked to a table full of all kinds of equipment and tools. After thinking for a while, he spread the wooden sticks on the table, supported the edge of the table with his hands, and fell into deep thought.

Ge Qiao poked him with his elbow, handed the gloves over, still thinking about luck: "I don't think there is anything else going on here, or you can help Master Wan, I'll just stroll around here..."

Zhong Mingcan directly interrupted his fantasy: "We can't use electric tools, for fear of hurting you, here is a hand saw, you take it, and help me saw these wooden strips into the same length, be careful with your hands."

As soon as he heard that he was really about to start working, and he couldn't avoid it, Ge Qiao froze in an instant. He looked at the silver weapon in his hand, and took those pieces of wood as objects to vent his anger. Pushing and pulling back and forth, thinking that from now on, I will never bet with others, let alone touch that broken claw machine again.

What the hell, it's just a big scam.

Even though he was forced to work as a coolie, he still did the work he should do seriously. After sawing the dozen wooden sticks, he was already sweating a lot.Ge Qiao took off his coat and was about to throw it away, when Zhong Mingcan suddenly stopped his hands, grabbed the thick clothes that were about to be in close contact with the earth, and put them on the other side of the table, away from the scattered clothes. The scum and crumbs were neatly stacked.

Watching Zhong Mingcan walk around the table, Ge Qiao grinned.

Not to mention, it's really cool to do this kind of mindless work.

Ge Qiao suddenly felt that his mood had subtly improved. He seemed to understand why many people like boxing, running and other methods of decompression that torture their bodies. These mechanical exercises that do not require brains at all seem to have the effect of relaxing the mood. .

After comprehending this point, there was still a little excitement in the voice when he spoke: "Hurry up, hurry up, what else do I need to saw?"

Zhong Mingcan had been burying his head in planing wood chips, but he quickly noticed the change in Ge Qiao's mood. He laughed out loud, happy that Ge Qiao finally experienced the fun of carpentry, and said: "There is nothing to saw. There is a white jar, check to see if there is white latex written on it, after I finish cutting the surface, you can put these wooden strips together to form a wooden board and stick it together with glue."

Ge Qiao: "..."

He felt that the enthusiasm he had just ignited from the sawing work was about to be extinguished again, and he began to cheat: "What are you going to do? If you don't tell me, I won't do it."

After Zhong Mingcan finished planing the sawdust, he carefully gathered them into a ball. Looking sideways, he saw Ge Qiao put down his hand saw, with his hips akimbo, with "I want an explanation" written all over his face.

He didn't pay attention to Ge Qiao's shamelessness, and just asked back: "Do you know how music is made?"

Although Ge Qiao was puzzled, he felt that this question was not difficult to answer: "Use musical instruments and computers?"

"anything else?"

"And...uh, love and passion?" It can't be such a hypocritical answer.

Zhong Mingcan just smiled and shook his head: "Did you know? In fact, there are many sounds that ordinary musical instruments and computers cannot make."

"for example?"

"There was once a singer who wanted to create a song, and hoped that people would think of it whenever it rained, so she waited until a rainy day and stood outside with an umbrella to record a sound of rain without any processing or processing. , put it directly into the music, as a prelude. Later, she really succeeded, people will always think of that song when it rains, whether standing on the bus or walking on the road, whether sitting in the office Here, stay at home."

"In fact, the essence of music is not melody, but empathy. Music producers always try to put the details of their lives into the music. They don't want to show off, but they hope that a second person can hear their voice. , hear what they want to say, and get empathy from it, and finally really love your own life. That’s the essence of music.”

"Music only has sound, and what we can change is people's five senses."

Zhong Mingcan suddenly looked at Ge Qiao, and his smile became very gentle. He leaned over and took the can of white latex, put it in Ge Qiao's hand, and continued without haste: "That singer is lucky, she thought of a The most effective way is to let people hear her life directly. However, not everyone has the sensitive and delicate emotions, and not everyone has the time to wait for a perfect opportunity. Therefore, we need other A substitute, a substitute that confuses your senses."

Ge Qiao still half understood. He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, as if thinking about Zhong Mingcan's words. As if he lost control of his hand, he silently grabbed the can of glue and unscrewed the lid.

Zhong Mingcan was still reassuring him: "Be obedient, your task is to glue them into a wooden board, and leave the rest to me. You can chat with Master Wan later."

In order to set the shape of the wooden strips, Zhong Mingcan hugged the wooden strips that Ge Qiao had cut to the table saw, sizzled, slashed, and cut the surface. After a pause, he bent down and pulled out the surface. With a few small thorns protruding from the top, he carried the pile of wood back to Ge Qiao.

Gluing wooden strips is a laborious work that requires patience. Ge Qiao stared at the wooden strips in his hand intently. After being trimmed by Zhong Mingchan, they finally had a uniform appearance.He carefully applied glue to each cut surface, twisting his fingertips not to let go, for fear of accidentally sticking his hand.As soon as they finished the fight, before they had time to show off the results to Zhong Mingcan, a black paint pen suddenly appeared in front of them.

Zhong Mingcan's voice was flat and flat: "You did a good job. To prove that you did all of this, choose a piece of wood and sign it."

Ge Qiao reached out to take the pen, without saying a word, buried his head in writing his name on the wood, so he wouldn't be so stingy, with a wave of the pen, three huge "Ge Qiao" appeared on the screen just spliced ​​together. , Glue has not yet dried on the surface of the board.

Sonorous and powerful, very domineering.

He stood quietly, admiring his handwriting for a while, and when he raised his head again, a cunning flashed in his eyes, and he said quietly: "If you didn't bring this thing to me, you will die. "

Zhong Mingcan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and then he took a step forward without any trace, and deftly bent the wooden board, rolled it into a cylinder, and hid Ge Qiao's signature inside.

Although Zhong Mingcan had promised that his mission would end here and that he could go to the backyard to have fun now, Ge Qiao still chose to stand aside, staring at Zhong Mingcan and continuing to toss the cylinder in his hand.Zhong Mingcan ran back and forth, shuttling between various machines that were big enough to swallow people, and the harsh noise of rumbling and booming filled the entire room, and even echoed.

Ge Qiao couldn't talk to Zhong Mingcan in this situation, and he didn't dare to speak, for fear that Zhong Mingcan's distraction would hurt himself, so he could only quietly load the wood, only his eyes turned back and forth following the moving figure.

The cylinder gradually took shape amidst the endless noise, it was polished extremely smooth, and the left and right sides were sealed with round wooden blocks.

Holding the turned wooden cylinder, Zhong Mingcan drilled countless small holes on it, and they wound around the cylinder to form a line. Then, he blocked the small holes with some thin wooden strips, and put the A big hole was made in the seal, and the sawdust planed before was poured in.

The long silence made Ge Qiao a little impatient, and he asked again: "Now can you tell me what this thing is?"

Zhong Mingcan was very busy, and it was still severe winter outside, but his forehead and temples were already wet with sweat.Ge Qiao saw it in his eyes, thinking that he must have caught a cold when he went out like this, he couldn't help frowning, and raised his hand with his cuff to wipe away the drop of sweat that was about to fall into his eyes.

Zhong Mingcan is obsessed with carpentry and seems to be unaware of the outside world.After a while, he let out a sigh of relief, and it was almost finished. While finishing the final polishing work on the cylinder, he asked Ge Qiao: "You said last time that you don't like rain, but you like to listen to it. sound?"

Ge Qiao thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes, I did."

There was another buzzing sound, mixed with the collision and friction of various instruments, interrupting the conversation.

When the noise disappeared, the momentary silence made Ge Qiao a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help breaking the silence quickly: "So?"

Another sentence without beginning and end: "Come and try?"

Zhong Mingcan handed the polished cylinder to Ge Qiao and repeated: "Stand it up, try it."

Ge Qiao complied.

Rustle, rustle.

It was the sound of rain, almost exactly the same.

It took hours and it turned out to be just for this sound.

Ge Qiao was just surprised at first, but then found it funny.After the sound from the cylinder stopped, he burst into a "puchi" laugh, and then he couldn't stop, giggling non-stop, and finally almost burst into tears.

Even the words were incoherent: "You...you made...a toy just because of a word I said casually?"

Zhong Mingcan was not annoyed either, and after being influenced by him, he also smiled: "To be precise, this is a rain sounder, not a toy, but a musical instrument."

Ge Qiao's laughter suddenly became smaller.

He continued: "You said that you like music and the sound of rain. I think you should be very suitable for this instrument."

Zhong Mingcan stretched out his finger and tapped the freshly baked wooden product in Ge Qiao's hand, making a slight "bang bang" sound.

"Give it to you, hold it."

[Note] Sapele (NATO): A kind of wood similar to mahogany, with a wood color and texture similar to mahogany.It is mainly used to make high-grade electric guitar body and neck, and is also widely used as neck material and body material of acoustic guitar.

The author has something to say: This level is already 50%... In fact, the percentage is meaningless... They need the most critical blow! 【Next, I am about to enter the final quarter, and the update will be very irregular~ Sorry~ I will resume the daily update immediately after my thesis and exams on the 24th are all over~】