Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Zhong Mingcan was overjoyed when he heard Ge Qiao's words.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence knocked him back to his original form from the boundless and wonderful imagination.

Ge Qiao's tone seemed to be abducting children: "The apartment needs to be cleaned, do you want to help?"

Zhong Mingcan's head resting on his shoulder moved slightly, but remained silent.

Ge Qiao didn't know how many shameless thoughts this seemingly simple and innocent little boyfriend had in his heart, and he continued to think of ways to persuade Zhong Mingcan.He was trapped between the tree and Zhong Mingcan, with only half of his face exposed, the wind couldn't get in, his body became warmer and warmer, and his thoughts drifted away. He remembered the New Year's Day plan that was disrupted by overtime. It's so perfect and cozy, if you add another Zhong Mingcan to it, it seems to be quite good.But when he accepted the confession just now, he accepted it in a daze. He wanted to take his boyfriend home immediately for the holidays. It seemed too unreserved to say it directly. He had to find a reasonable excuse.

He stretched out his hand to touch his head in a comforting manner, and rubbed it: "It was not easy for me to say that when we were just friends before, but now we are both in love, your home is my home, and my home is your home... "

The nonsense became smoother and smoother, and the reasons became more and more sufficient: "And that bookshelf, I looked at it, the instructions are so complicated, and I need you to help me assemble it..."

Ge Qiao babbled with a shy face and searched for a bunch of excuses, but Zhong Mingcan still didn't respond as if he was asleep. In the end, his mouth hurt and he said he was tired. He took a rest for a while, sighed, and turned his head on his shoulders , I went around and finally expressed my sincerity: "Anyway, I don't plan to go to work today, and you won't see me at the company. Don't you want to meet on the first day of dating? Don't care if you get your hands on it. I want to be a big girl." Pig trotters?"

Zhong Mingcan finally had a reaction. He took a small step back, stretched out his hand and hugged Ge Qiao tightly in his arms, and helped him pat off the bark debris on the back of his clothes. It’s fine if you don’t, what’s the point of talking so much?”

With the addition of Zhong Mingcan, the music production department now has a total of four people, and it has already begun to take shape.He made an agreement with the colleagues in charge of access control in the A&R group to change the key cards for the offices of himself and those three people, so that no one except the people in this department could get in, lest the absurd thing like last time would happen again in the future.

After saying hello, I went to Zhou Zhouhang's office and walked around.When it was almost noon, he went to the personnel department to ask for leave.

Compared with the tension and haste of the media department on the tenth floor, or the closed and deserted recording studio on the seventh floor, the personnel and administration department on the third floor can be said to be the most nourishing place to live.From the moment I stepped out of the elevator, my ears were filled with non-stop gossip. There is no office area on this floor separated by a screen. The entire lobby is very empty. It is very bright at first glance. There are a few sofas and a few small round tables with high legs. Several people are talking and laughing in front of each table. There are many semi-isolated single rooms similar to coffee shop booths against the wall, which are probably used for small meetings. room, but it seems that such a design only encourages people's enthusiasm for making jokes. A few pots of green plants that grow lush but are messy are lingering in the corner alone.

There are indeed quiet people who sit in front of the computer and type, but in such an environment, their presence is negligible.

Zhong Mingcan found the office of the attendance team, the door was wide open, and he saw several people sitting together, with snack packs piled up on the table as high as a hill. He stood quietly at the door, and one of the women was laughing.

He cleared his throat: "That..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl with her back to him suddenly trembled and yelled: "Oh my god!"

Zhong Mingcan panicked, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just want to ask, who should I ask for approval?"

The girl caressed her heart, glanced at him, with a look of lingering fear after being frightened: "I was scared to death, I thought Brother Xiao came back from a business trip..."

A girl in a yellow sweater next to her looked at her contemptuously: "You can't be afraid of him being like this," she turned her face and smiled at Zhong Mingchan, and instantly changed her tone into a friendly tone, "I'm sorry, today is New Year's Day, so Let's take advantage of the lunch break to celebrate a little bit, don't be offended, it's not like this usually..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't care either: "It doesn't matter."

She continued to ask with a kind smile, "Are you here to ask for leave? How long?"

"Just today."

The frightened girl was a little fussy, while rummaging through the folders for registration and signature under the messy pile of snacks, she muttered softly: "Really, why do you have to go to work today? Holidays are no different…”

Zhong Mingcan listened to this unfriendly complaint, just smiled slightly, and continued: "Are there many people asking for leave today?"

"That's right!" That girl didn't mean anything malicious. She was the one who sent out the overtime notice before. As the "root of all evil", she has been looked down upon these days, but she didn't make the decision to work overtime. It was just being the carrier pigeon of the boss for a while, and she was really wronged in her heart, so she wanted to find someone to confide in, "This overtime work is meaningless, it's better to take a day off and let everyone have a good rest, maybe after coming back More motivated. Today, there are more than 30 people who just sent emails to ask for leave! Especially the media department, good guy, there are more than a dozen people who are not here, even Big Joe asked for leave..."

Knowingly, he asked, "Is he not coming?"

"Well, I asked for sick leave! I was shocked when I saw the email. Brother Da Qiao has never asked for sick leave, has he? Didn't he say that he would come to a meeting with a fever? Once he fainted and was sent to the infirmary to hang up Salt water, woke up halfway through the hang, pulled out the needle and said, "Let me explain to those turtles what the meaning of 8% is"..." As she spoke, she paused and saw the people around her Looking at herself with a confused face, she was surprised, "No way, you don't know? What a famous thing..."

The girl in the yellow sweater heard her gossip from complaints to gossip, and her focus was getting more and more distracted, so she hurriedly ended the topic: "Brother Qiao is the record holder of full attendance in the attendance system. I really didn't expect him to I actually asked for leave because of shoulder pain."

Zhong Mingcan frowned at some point, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Then why do you want to ask for leave?" Seeing that Zhong Mingcan's expression was not quite right, he thought he was disgusted with talking about anecdotes in the company, so he hurriedly got back to the topic, "We have to register a reason here, you can just make up one Okay, but I suggest sick leave, this is the safest reason..."

Zhong Mingcan still lowered his eyebrows and looked coldly, without any hesitation, he said: "My lover is sick, I have to take care of it."

Today, Ge Qiao got up very early.

To be precise, he didn't sleep all night, just tossed and turned in bed.Taking advantage of the silence, he finally had time to calm down and recollect Zhong Mingcan's series of gentle and seductive kisses, as well as the chuckle like scratching his ears.As he thought about it, his ears and neck were burned red, and the blood in his whole body was also burned. From his throat to his toes, he burned inch by inch, gradually became hot, and gradually dried up the water in his body. Feeling extremely thirsty, his body couldn't help curling up, but his brain became clearer. He could even hear the bubbling sound of blood boiling in his body, and he knew clearly which direction the blood filled with desire was flowing. go.

He felt like a small boat, floating in the middle of the sea at about three or four o'clock in the morning, ups and downs, and endured until dawn.After sitting up, he opened the curtains and looked at the misty light outside the window. He was surprised that he didn't feel tired at all, and even felt a little refreshed.

Presumably the power of dopamine.

Anyway, he didn't expect to fall asleep. He sent the company the first sick email in his life, and then walked out of the room lightly, ready to go to the kitchen to find some water to drink.When I got down to the last step, I heard a slight "ding dong" sound from the elevator, and my gaze happened to meet Hu Zhinan who had just come out of the elevator, and the two of them were nailed to the spot at the same time.

Ge Qiao came to his senses first, glanced at the phone screen, and said hello calmly: "It's still 5 minutes to seven, why don't you go to the rooftop to enjoy the scenery so early?"

Hu Zhinan was holding a black square in his hand, the light was too dark to see what it was, he laughed so hard that his nose wrinkled: "Yeah, I can't write a thesis, go to it to blow some air, the air in the morning is the worst. OK, no smog."

Ge Qiao turned his head and glanced at the gray sky outside through the large floor-to-ceiling glass in the living room, and nodded without asking, "Well, doctoral students are really hard." He turned and went straight to the kitchen.

Hu Zhinan slipped into his bedroom and closed the door.

When the sky outside the window was completely bright, Zhu Zan came out of the bedroom yawning, and saw Ge Qiao who was sprawled on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a daze, with a faint shadow under his eyes, as if his soul was out of his body .Zhu Zan didn't immediately go up to talk to him. He walked around the sofa in a daze, went to the glass room and took out the folding ladder he had just bought a few days ago, and placed it in front of the big glass window in the living room. Two old long towels were used as pads, and then a thick stack of old newspapers contributed by Shen Yu was taken out from under the coffee table, ready for today's cleaning project.It wasn't until he finished all this that he sat down at Ge Qiao's feet and cared about his roommate: "What's the matter? Aren't you going to get ready for work?"

"...I won't go," Ge Qiao's reaction was a bit slow, and he said quietly, "It's such a beautiful day, it's so boring to go to work."

Zhu Zan didn't know at this time that Ge Qiao was immersed in the novelty of exploring love for the first time. Of course, Ge Qiao was not a master at hiding emotions, and Zhu Zan would soon notice his strangeness. Hu Zhinan will also know, and after a while, maybe Dong Linzhi, Yao Li, Hu Shiwei, colleagues from all over the company, and fans of Zhong Mingcan will know that this is an unavoidable thing.And no matter whether these people accept it or not, they can't stop Ge Qiao and Zhong Mingcan from being happy with it, so they have to force themselves to digest this matter slowly.

In addition, there are some changes that are invisible to the naked eye, and are subtly eroding everyone's domain.Where you can't see, a butterfly effect that is destined to happen is quietly coming.

You know, this is just the beginning.

In fact, to be fair, Ge Qiao did not join this story voluntarily. After all, he was just "unfortunately" selected.What a naive person, he still thinks that he is just a grassroots person, just an insignificant person, just like you and me.But sooner or later he will know, and like I said, this is just the beginning. On the first day of 2019, he began to get tired of the endless worries and self-sufficiency, began to doubt whether what he had insisted on was still meaningful, began to re-establish the connection with those past times, and began to waver—although I can't say whether this wavering is good or bad.

But there is no need to worry about him, there are only ripples in the wind outside the house.

The streets on New Year's Day are noisy and congested.

It stands to reason that Zhong Mingcan has been to Ge Qiao's house twice, and now he is familiar with the road, but he failed to enter the house on those two visits, so this time is different, no matter his identity or his mood.

When he turned off the heater in the car, his heart suddenly beat a few times, and he found himself a little nervous.

The person who opened the door for him was Zhu Zan. He was wearing a deformed gray short-sleeved T-shirt and black sweatpants. His knees had been scuffed to gray. He still held a bunch of old newspapers in his hand. He laughed whenever he saw him. Get up: "You are really here! Brother Da Qiao said he found a helper for us, I still don't believe it..."

Zhong Mingcan's nerves were soothed by Zhu Zan's familiar and friendly appearance, and he replied lightly while changing his shoes: "I have nothing to do, I'm free, so I'm here."

Zhu Zan continued to laugh foolishly, led Zhong Mingcan inside, and immediately arranged for him in a few words: "Good time, good time! Shen Yan and I are cleaning the glass, and Hu Zhinan is cooking. It just so happens that Brother Qiao is Pack up the books and CDs, and you can help him."

Zhong Mingcan looked around. Ge Qiao lived here. He lived here for five years. For him, this place should be a place full of memories.In fact, just by looking at it from the outside, one could tell that this building must be expensive, but when he entered the inside, he finally saw that it was indeed a place where the elites gathered, and there was a cold and orderly aesthetic feeling everywhere.This shows that Shen Yan's image project was not in vain, at least he successfully planted the label of "exquisite rich man" in Zhong Mingcan's heart.

"Come here?"

Ge Qiao was sitting on the carpet in the living room assembling the bookshelf, the parts were scattered all over the floor, and the iron plates made a crisp sound of clanging. When he saw Zhong Mingcan come in, he raised his face and smiled happily, "Come here, I just built it." Halfway through, please help me pack the rest, and I will organize the books in the house."

As he said, he got up and was about to go to Zhu Zan's room. As soon as he stepped out, he was dragged back by his arm. Zhong Mingcan quickly glanced around. There was no one within ten meters. Don't worry, he whispered in Ge Qiao's ear. Said: "Don't run away, let me ask you, have you not told me that you like me?"

Ge Qiao was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what he meant: "Didn't I just promise you yesterday?"

Zhong Mingcan was reluctant: "But you still didn't say the four words 'I like you', right?"

"Hmm..." Ge Qiao faltered, raising his hand to touch the tip of his nose.Such words are so nasty, he can't say them.

Zhong Mingcan shook his arm: "Hurry up, tell me something quickly and I'll listen."

"Why engage in these formalisms..."

"You don't even want the full attendance record, and you use sick leave as an excuse that you never use to call me over just to work for you?"

Ge Qiao was silent.Full attendance record and sick leave, which turtle gave him the word?

He tried to hide the shyness in his heart, with a grin on his face: "Happy New Year's Day, how meaningful it is for husband and wife to work together, labor is the most glorious, you know? I also want to work with you to build a real society socialist harmonious society..."

Zhong Mingcan didn't wait for him to finish his nonsense, raised his arm, put it on his shoulder, hooked his neck and walked in the direction he was going just now, and said as he walked, "Okay, listen to you, then let's go together first." Harmony, doesn’t it mean husband and wife work hard, don’t leave anyone behind! Let’s go! Go to that room, right?”

As soon as Ge Qiao heard it, he immediately felt that something was wrong. He was lying on the bed last night and all he could think about was pornographic trash. Now that he was surrounded by the words of "language artist" Zhong Mingcan, his imagination immediately came to life.He backed up on his legs, struggling to stop Zhong Mingcan's footsteps, and anxiously said incoherently: "Don't, that's Zhu Zan's room! Go to the second floor, go to the second floor! I live on the second floor!"

Zhong Mingcan held back a smile, changed direction after a pause, and walked towards the stairs leading Ge Qiao.

The author has something to say: don't worry, when the emotional line is completely stabilized, the author will make his debut! !

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