Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

As soon as the band and DJ booth on the stage were evacuated, the on-site director took away the voting machines in their hands one by one.

After returning to silence, only a few seconds passed, and the ears were filled with restless noises again.

The audience leaves.

Hu Shiwei moved his neck and stretched his waist: "To be honest, there is no suspense about the outcome of this match."

Hu Zhinan also stretched, and even yawned, echoing: "Yes, there is no suspense."

Ge Qiao was still a little dazed. He couldn't extricate himself for a long time from Dong Linzhi's unreserved show off in the 4 minutes just now. He had always known that this person was probably a very good singer, but he didn't have any other opinions up.

It was the first time that he heard the hearty pleasure in her voice, as well as the deeper and more indescribable sorrow than the melody.This woman was suddenly possessed by a monster like a siren, and the live stage was even more shocking than the audio version I heard at Zhong Mingcan's home last time.

"Even if the three of us don't vote for Handsome Zhong, they will definitely win." Hu Shiwei looked like a nympho, "This song is so well adapted, it makes me want to listen to Peking Opera... ..."

Hu Zhinan learned a little about opera art in the auditing class, and it just came in handy at this time. He took this opportunity to secretly pretend to be aggressive: "But he seems to have changed the entire artistic conception of "Suo Lin Nang". It is a rare comedy in Chengpai Peking Opera, but when I heard it just now, it was very sad from the beginning to the end."

Hu Shiwei shrugged: "The second creation of art, I didn't say that it must be completely in accordance with the original song."

"Okay, just blow hard anyway! I didn't expect Brother Da Qiao to have such an awesome character! It's so annoying, I signed a non-disclosure agreement, otherwise I really want to post on Weibo..."

"That's right, hey, you should pay attention to the 'Zhong Mingcan Fan Support Club' first, we are short of male fans, you come to support us."

Hu Zhinan took out his mobile phone with a smile: "Okay..."

Ge Qiao kept silent. He knew that if this song could get the first place, Dong Linzhi would actually be the one who deserved the credit.

The phone rang suddenly, it was Zhong Mingcan's call.

"Are you coming?"

Ge Qiao followed Hu Shiwei and Hu Zhinan, and walked out in the direction of the crowd: "Here we are, congratulations in advance, you are sure to win."

Zhong Mingcan was smiling: "What? Did you bring a lot of people to vote for me?"

It's not that Ge Qiao didn't think about it before he came, but it's a pity that only three people came.He felt a little ashamed for no reason, and said falteringly: "No...you deserve your name, even if you don't have our few votes, you must have won."

"Then let me borrow your good words." Zhong Mingcan said indifferently, "Let's have supper together after the end, and sister Dong will also join me."

At this time, Hu Shiwei bluffed in front again: "I'm so thirsty, Brother Da Qiao, are you going to go home directly in a while? Hu Zhinan and I are going to the coffee shop to buy a drink, together?"

Ge Qiao nodded and followed them.

He said to Zhong Mingcan on the phone: "Then let's meet at the door of Starbucks downstairs."

The business in the coffee shop next to the TV station building is very hot, the waiters are too busy to turn their heads, and the checkout machines at the cash register are clanging, but this does not bring them the happiness of making money at all.In fact, they really hate the days when viewers are required to come to the TV station to record programs. After all, they can only get such a dead salary, but they have to receive more than ten times more customers than usual.

Ge Qiao told Hu Shiwei that he could order any hot cup besides coffee, and he went to help them reserve a seat.

"Brother Georg?"

Ge Qiao suddenly heard someone call his name, followed the direction of the voice and saw a tall and thin figure.This figure is somewhat familiar, but it is still quite different from the image in memory.

He frowned, still a bit afraid to confirm: "Kong Qingshan?"

The figure walked towards him, pretending to be exaggeratedly relieved: "Fortunately, you can still recognize me."

Ge Qiao looked up and down at the person in front of him. He hadn't seen him for three years. He had grown a lot and matured a lot. He no longer looked like a young boy, and his eyes were still full of warm smiles from time to time. Thin and almost out of shape.

He hesitated and opened his mouth: "You..."

Seeing his troubled expression, Kong Qingshan probably guessed what he wanted to ask, and answered with a smile: "How did I lose so much weight? Many people have said that, it's okay, I'm healthy, just to look good on TV, the only one It's a pity that the dimples are much shallower."

Ge Qiao was robbed of the only line that could be used for greetings, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly, no matter how good their relationship was before, they looked down and saw each other every day, but three years have passed since that time, the overlapping life trajectories have long since been washed away, and the intimate and familiar relationship has finally faded , neither of them could find a common topic that could break the silence.

But Kong Qingshan still stood in front of Ge Qiao's table with a calm expression, without any intention of leaving.

Obviously, neither of them wanted to start with "how are you doing recently?"

"Why are you here?"

Kong Qingshan answered concisely: "There is a radio program, and Lucifer is the guest. What about you?"

"Ah, I'm here to participate in the recording of a friend's program."

Kong Qingshan nodded and said, "Yes."

There was another silence.Even if there is a lively atmosphere all around, it can't shake the embarrassment caused by this silence.

However, someone will always break the ice.

"Ah... Ah Qing?!"

Hu Shiwei was holding two large cups in his hands, and suddenly his eyes widened, he stopped, and stood two meters away.Hu Zhinan, who was following her, didn't brake in time, and almost spilled the drink in his hand on Hu Shiwei's body. He turned quickly, retracted his arm, and the coffee in the cup shook out with his large movements, and splashed on him. on his sleeve.Hu Zhinan also felt a little lucky, if these few drops of water fell on Hu Shiwei, he might not be able to go back to see Shen Yan alive today.

And Hu Shiwei doesn't have the life and death of the air traffic control cousin now, she just feels that her life has finally reached its peak.

Isn't the person standing in front of her the little idol she has been chasing for more than half a year with sincerity?

She said "Fuck", recovering from the shock, followed by the roaring excitement in her body that couldn't be stopped: "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck..." This series of "Fuck" There is no way to express one-tenth of the excitement in her heart.

Kong Qingshan turned his head and saw Hu Shiwei with "I'm your brain fan" written all over his face, obviously froze.

Ge Qiao looked at Hu Shiwei and then at Kong Qingshan. For some reason, he suddenly felt that this scene was more dangerous than the two people's mutual gaze and silence just now. The suffocating atmosphere, by the way, gags Hu Shiwei's mouth, in case she suddenly asks some unpleasant questions on impulse, it will be troublesome.

But before he could open his mouth, Kong Qingshan suddenly spoke, speaking quickly: "The rest time is almost over, I have to go back quickly, you two talk slowly."

He turned his head and smiled at Ge Qiao again, leaving a light "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" before leaving in a hurry without looking back.

Hu Shiwei was frightened by this sudden change and was stunned again, his expression became blank, and he asked doubtfully, "Why did he leave?"

Ge Qiao wanted to laugh at her lack of prospects: "Kong Qingshan has just debuted and is very busy. There will be a radio program to be recorded later, how can I have time to watch a little fan of yours commit an nympho here?"

Hu Shi curled his lips slightly, snorted softly, and slammed the hot grapefruit tea in front of Ge Qiao with a "bang" as a small revenge for this person's blindness and honesty.

The three of them sat in the coffee shop, blowing on the heater, drinking hot drinks, and discussing the surprise or disappointment of the stage performance just now.But Ge Qiao was a little distracted because of the brief encounter with Kong Qingshan, and his mood seemed to be more complicated than imagined.

It was really gratifying, because I saw Kong Qingshan's mature temperament on his own, because I knew that he had finally made it through, because it proved that his judgment back then was not wrong.

But on the other hand, he was a little lost.It stands to reason that people should not be greedy. On the day when they each arranged their future way out back then, they should have thought that they would be strangers for many years. I should not regret or regret this. It seems worthwhile to exchange for a position of director of a large company with no relationship.But after all, he still couldn't control his sensitive nerves. Once he started to have thoughts of self-doubt, it was difficult to stop, so he had to watch himself being locked in a cramped and lonely room, suffering little by little. The negative emotions that emerged made him more and more at a loss.

He suddenly felt tired for a few seconds, but it was only for a moment, and it disappeared quickly.

Hu Shiwei's chirping voice lingered in his ears: "...the final champion is going to hold a concert, are you going?"

Hu Zhinan is keen to join in the fun and is interested in this: "Want to go, do you have free tickets again?"

Hu Shiwei rolled his eyes at him as soon as he heard it: "Can you respect art a little bit, why is it free or not? Fortunately, you are still a doctor with a high degree, so it is so difficult for you to spend money to watch a concert?"

Hu Zhinan innocently acted as a venting bucket, and was very wronged: "I didn't say that I didn't want to spend money..." Of course it's better not to spend money if you can.

Hu Shiwei has always had no sympathy for her cousin, and continued to be enthusiastic: "Hey, although I don't have a free ticket yet, maybe I can really get it in a while. I know that this time the show in cooperation with Pingjing TV Who owns the company? It’s our company’s new stalwart! Long-term partner! Tsk tsk tsk, our small broken company has finally gotten rich after so many years. This relationship is layered. Maybe when Our company can also establish a relationship with the TV station..."

"Then you are awesome," Hu Zhinan gave her a thumbs up, sneering, "Just because you are a partner, you can get free tickets? You started the company? You have the final say? What? How awesome is it?"

Hu Shiwei slapped him on the forehead, and his cheap mouth didn't deserve her sympathy at all: "Shut up, you, it's because there are my classmates in that performance company!"

"Your classmate?" Hu Zhinan rubbed his forehead, which was so hot and painful from Hu Shiwei's slap, and froze when he heard this, "Yingcheng No. [-] Middle School?"

Hu Shiwei shook his head triumphantly, proud of his alma mater: "Yeah, is it a coincidence? Yingcheng No. [-] Middle School is really talented!"

Hu Zhinan was still not to be outdone after being beaten up, with pride in his doctoral status: "Didn't you just meet a few high school classmates in Pingjing City who were working for others like you? They are also talented... those who don't know think you are so talented. Money has power."

Hu Shiwei simply ignored the existence of this "little slut", and calmly talked to Ge Qiao: "Hasn't Zhu Zan told you? He should know too. Wow, the two are still in the same class, and they go out together every day. , the relationship is very good."

Hearing this, Ge Qiao quietly took a sip of the drink, the hotness made his palate tingle, the sweetness made his throat itchy, he was jolted, and his sixth sense came.

What a coincidence?

He asked casually, "What's your classmate's name?"

"Deng Weiyi, the maintenance of Wei, the only one."

What a coincidence.

Ge Qiao didn't know if Zhu Zan knew about it. Anyway, since he accidentally exposed his scar last time, this name has never appeared in the apartment again.Ge Qiao didn't dare to say, nor did he dare to ask.

"Hey, isn't that handsome Zhong?" Hu Shiwei's eyes drifted to the outside of the gate. She has always been keen on the radar of handsome guys.

Ge Qiao followed her gaze, and saw Zhong Mingcan holding the doorknob, talking sideways to the person next to him.

He turned around and asked the two cousins: "Do you want to eat supper?"

Hu Shiwei wants to go, the opportunity to have dinner with a handsome guy is so honorable, but she still has to face the bleak real life: "I have to go home and continue to make year-end reports, and I sneaked out to watch the show today..."

Hu Zhinan also shook his head and refused: "I have to go home..."

"You go back by yourself?" Hu Zhinan lived with him, why did he have to go back by himself.

It was rare for Hu Zhinan to falter, and he hesitated for a long time before saying vaguely: "I'll discuss something with the professor..." As if he didn't think it was convincing enough, he added, "It's related to my homework. It's too difficult to teach the homework he assigned!"

Ge Qiao was too lazy to care about the difficulty of Hu Zhinan's homework, nodded, and told him like a child: "Then you will call Zhu Zan later, and wait for him to get off work together. If you go back by bus or subway, you will get home Remember to send a message."

Hu Zhinan replied slowly: "Oh."

"Then I'll go first."

He swallowed the last sip of yuzu tea, picked up the coat on the back of the chair, and walked outside.Since everyone has seen Zhong Mingcan standing outside, there is no need to call. Ge Qiao was afraid that he would frighten him by pushing the door suddenly, so he was about to reach out and knock on the door to remind him that Zhong Mingcan just finished talking with the person next to him outside. He opened the door without even turning his head back. Ge Qiao couldn't dodge in time, and directly bumped into the oncoming shoulder.

Zhong Mingcan reacted quickly, and before he could see who was bumping into him, he immediately raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's arm to stabilize him: "Sorry!"

Ge Qiao was so embarrassed by his timely and polite apology that he said "Ouch", swallowed the whispers from his mouth back into his stomach, and raised his hand to rub his painful chin. The bump was not light, and he felt I was almost concussed, and finally managed to choke out a sentence: "...It's okay."

Zhong Mingcan listened to the sound and identified people, and then focused his eyes on Ge Qiao's face: "Why did you come out?"

He saw Hu Shiwei from outside the door, and recognized Ge Qiao's back at once, but when he was about to enter the door, Xue Tao stopped him and said a few words, and within a minute or two, Ge Qiao had disappeared up.

Dare to run directly into his arms.

"Who are you talking to outside?"

"A friend who recorded the show together," Zhong Mingcan leaned over and pushed Ge Qiao's hand away. He was getting more and more courageous now, anyway, Ge Qiao would not have any reaction to this level of intimacy, "Have you knocked your chin?"

Sure enough, Ge Qiao didn't think there was anything strange, and shook his head: "It's okay, let's go, you guys are tired all night, go eat something. Where is Dong Linzhi?"

"She has already booked the restaurant seats for us, so she went straight over."

Ge Qiao asked as he walked out: "By the way, when will you know the ranking of this competition?"

"It will be next month, when the show airs."

Ge Qiao glanced at him: "Don't worry too much, I think you must be number one."

Zhong Mingcan smiled: "Well, I know, Sister Dong also said so."

Seeing his flattering and humiliating reaction, Ge Qiao felt more and more novelty: "You really don't care about your grades at all, hey, I'm surprised, you are a person, what do you care about... "

Zhong Mingcan suddenly turned his head to meet Ge Qiao's gaze, but smiled without saying a word.The darkness completely swallowed up the tenderness in his eyes like water, but it couldn't hide the tiny light in his eyes.

What he was interested in in the past is not important at all, and no one wants to know.

What is he caring about now, needless to say?