Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

People can not escape from doing wrong.

The discussion about Zhong Mingcan's stage mistakes only lasted for a day or two, and soon, people found new topics of concern, such as who broke up with whom, who was with whom, who released new stills, and who posted new photos. Taking a selfie is much more interesting than the mere famous "Nightmare 4 Minutes".

It was supposed to be spring in Pingjing City, but the weather was still bitterly cold, people were still wrapped up like rice dumplings, and the new shoots on the trees beside the street shrank back again.After March, it actually snowed again in Pingjing City.

That day was a working day, Zhong Mingcan and Ge Qiao sneaked in and made an appointment to have dinner together at noon.Ge Qiao originally wanted to avoid Zheng Xixi's kind invitation to order takeaway, but this girl seemed to have finally opened up, her mouth became more and more slick and her face became thicker day by day. After paying the takeaway fee, I managed to escape.

Zhong Mingcan was already waiting downstairs, and when Ge Qiao went out the gate, he found that the ground had already been covered with a thin layer of white snow.

Ge Qiao rolled up his collar and complained about the weather in the north, "It's already March, why is it still so cold?"

"It's cold in the spring, isn't there any in the south?"

Ge Qiao thought for a while, "Yes." After finishing speaking, he was not very sure, "It should be, I haven't noticed it."

Zhong Mingcan was not surprised, "Well, it's your style."

Ge Qiao laughed, "When I was in the south, no one would be bored to discuss with me whether there is a cold spring in the south."

Zhong Mingcan didn't care if he was teased, he pointed to a tree not far away, and said, "You missed watching the snow last time, so this is the first snow this year."

On that tree, white snow was pressed down on the branches, and a few scattered snowflakes were picked up by the wind and swirled around the trunk.Ge Qiao buried himself in his collar, giggled, and nodded.

"Before you came to Pingjing, did you often see snow?"

"It's not very common. When I was in junior high school, I liked snow the most. My classmates and teachers were not in the mood to go to class. Sometimes everyone couldn't help running out and rolling on the ground before class was over. Although this kind of situation was rare," Ge Qiao recalled Sparse memory fragments, "I only found out later that snowmen can be piled as high as people."

He tilted his head to glance at Zhong Mingcan. The man lowered his head and was distracted. He paused and continued, "It has been very annoying to snow after college. There is no heavy snow in Shanghai, so I only hold back a little bit every time, but like this It’s even more troublesome, as long as you see snowflakes, you can’t engage in outdoor activities, every time you think about Plan B, you get a headache, the roads are slippery, and when you ride a bicycle to the teaching building, you always feel like you’re going to fall and eat shit.”

He said slowly, he almost never digs out these memories, let alone tell others, the past is the past, he has no habit of recording life fragments, and there is no time to hurt the spring and autumn.But he suddenly discovered that he clearly remembered these little things that he thought would leave no traces. He still remembered the price of the bicycle he rode in college, and the little snowman the size of a thumb that he secretly squatted by the playground. I remember the first snowfall I encountered after I went to Shanghai. The host’s voice on a radio station sounded very excited that day, and even broke the sound.

He smiled, and thought it was funny that he could suddenly remember these useless things.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, gradually blocking the line of sight, and the eyes were white.

Zhong Mingcan trampled on a dead leaf at his feet, and there was a crisp sound. He kept silent, a little absent-minded.

Ge Qiao asked: "What's the matter? What are you thinking?"

Zhong Mingcan heard his voice and came back to his senses. He asked, "Tell me, how many songs can I write in seven years?"

Ge Qiao was puzzled: "Why do you ask me such a question?"

"Just asking," Zhong Mingcan smiled, raised his hand to help him pat the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders, and flicked his bangs lightly, brushing off a few snowflakes, and it was full again in a few seconds. "I set a rule for myself, write [-] demos a year, and [-] finished songs, all written for you, and then engraved into a CD, and given to you as a gift on our seventh anniversary."

"So suddenly?" Ge Qiao also flicked his own bangs, accidentally pinching the snow, and the bangs became a little wet.

"I just thought of it suddenly, how about it, do you want it?"

"You don't have to push yourself so hard. I'm your boyfriend, not the boss who accepts your results."

Zhong Mingcan suddenly turned his eyes away, stared at the main road, and said lightly: "If you don't want it, forget it."

Of course Ge Qiao wanted it, but he felt that he could not accept such a great gift from Zhong Mingcan in vain. He didn't nod immediately, but thought for a while, pondered for a moment, and suddenly thought of a perfect plan.

He grinned, "Of course I want such a cool gift, so what should I give you? What should I do? I can't give you anything good, so why don't I give it to you?" He paused For a moment, he turned his head and approached Zhong Mingcan's ear, exhaled white air on his neck, and deliberately lowered his voice, "In the future, when you write a song, once you finish writing a song, I'll give it to you once, is that okay? "

Zhong Mingcan shuddered, and he didn't know if it was because of the return gift he gave, or because of the hot air on his neck.

Ge Qiao was very proud when he saw that his scheme had succeeded. The boyfriend is just there to tease him.

This heavy snowfall lasted for a full day and night, and brought Pingjing back to the cold winter.

Zhu Zan finally couldn't stand the torment in his heart, and was going to have a showdown with Dong Linzhi and Zhong Mingcan.

He called and asked Dong Linzhi and Zhong Mingcan to have a hot pot. He planned carefully and deliberately chose such a warm atmosphere for the showdown.

Dong Linzhi came here with makeup just after finishing her trip. She patiently listened to Zhu Zan's faltering excuses without saying a word. She asked the waiter to bring two bottles of beer, and they opened them all with a spoon. He filled a glass for himself, and filled another for Zhu Zan, then clinked the glass gently to himself, and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, she pointed to the cup in front of Zhu Zan, and then said, "Director Zhu, after drinking this cup, this matter is over."

Zhu Zan was stunned, he raised his head abruptly, and met Dong Linzhi's gaze, there was not a single wave, the sea was calm.

"You've apologized so sincerely, what else should I care about?" Dong Linzhi laughed seeing his stunned look, filled herself another glass of wine, and said leisurely, "Have you been troubled by this for a long time? See When you are recording, you often lose your mind, and you always misread the content of the script. You have always been serious about your work before. In fact, I have already seen that you must have troubles, but I didn’t expect it to be for such a little thing.”

Such a thing?Zhu Zan has been thinking about this terrible thing all the time these days, and every time he gets into the horns, he can't sleep at night, he can't eat peacefully, which makes him miserable.

Dong Linzhi picked up a piece of beef brisket and put it into her mouth. She really didn't care: "I've been in this circle for so long, and there are too many more than this. With all due respect, I really don't care about it just for such a small thing." Your apologies."

Zhu Zan lowered his head and remained motionless.After a while, he suddenly reached out, grabbed the wine glass in front of him, and drank it down in one gulp.

Dong Linzhi grinned, showing Bai Jie's white teeth. She patted Zhong Mingcan's shoulder who was always silent beside her, "You don't have to worry about me, worry about this one."

Zhu Zan looked away with difficulty, he had been afraid to look at Zhong Mingcan's face just now.

Compared with Dong Linzhi, he is closer to Zhong Mingcan. They are both of the same age. Apart from his status on the show, he could have become very good friends, but now, he doesn't even have the face to meet Zhong Mingcan's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Mingcan broke the deadlock first.

"I'm retiring," he said.

Zhu Zan was amazed, the words were concise and to the point, without beginning or end, it was obviously an angry remark, he was so frightened that his heart trembled, and he didn't know how to answer the words for a while.

Zhong Mingcan thought it was because of the noisy surroundings, but Zhu Zan didn't hear clearly, so he repeated: "I want to retire."

Zhu Zan cheered up again, and he said anxiously: "I know this is difficult for you to accept, but there is only the last game left, I promise, you will definitely get No.2, such a result is not bad, If you really want to hold a concert, I can help you contact the performance company..." He originally wanted to enlighten Zhong Mingcan, but because he was anxious and didn't know how to do it, he unknowingly broke it into a deal.

Dong Linzhi was also surprised, "Are you being angry?"

Zhong Mingcan didn't think his words were worthy of their nervousness. He looked at Zhu Zan and then at Dong Linzhi, "This can't be regarded as a competition anymore, shouldn't it be regarded as a show?" He looked serious, not like In a fit of anger, it seems that after a careful analysis, we have come to a conclusion, "Since it is a show, we each get what we need. For the audience, seeing me retire is far more interesting than watching me become the champion. The program group uses me to create The last gimmick, and the title of champion will naturally be given to Feng Lan and the others, isn't it good?"

Zhu Zan and Dong Linzhi were stunned. They didn't expect that such words would come from the usually docile and obedient Zhong Mingcan.

"You don't need to be like this..." Zhu Zan said in an extremely difficult manner, the bubbling sound of the hot pot in front of him seemed to get louder and louder, almost overshadowing his words.

Dong Linzhi was also in a complicated mood. She let out a sigh slowly. This sigh was well hidden and no one noticed it. When she spoke again, she was as casual and unrestrained as before, "This is indeed more interesting. In fact, I also think that winning the second place Means nothing."

Hearing this, Zhu Zan was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Then what reason do you want to use? You need to give the audience a reason."

Zhong Mingcan said: "It can be said that I won the bottom one and couldn't afford to lose, or I couldn't adapt to the high-intensity competition. It doesn't matter what I say."

"These are all personal reasons. Besides, you have just experienced a stage mistake, and the audience will not let you go easily."

"Isn't that good? A gimmick is for eyeballs."

Isn't this forcing yourself to die?

This time even Dong Linzhi couldn't understand his thoughts, she said in surprise: "Then your reputation will be completely ruined!"

Zhong Mingchan laughed, as gentle as ever, he just said, "It's okay, as long as I can retire from the race."

Since the last stage mistake, Zhong Mingcan began to write songs crazily, as if to prove something.

In fact, in the Vietnamese restaurant, when he got the script handed over by the screenwriter, he had the idea of ​​quitting. In the final analysis, this is his own work and his own competition, and he can do whatever he wants.Maybe it was really a stage mistake that hit him too hard, or maybe it was more than that.

He suddenly felt that everything he was experiencing now was really boring, and it was the first time in his life that he had this thought—music is such a boring thing.

Music becomes a task.It is necessary to draw lots to decide what the next work will be, and it is necessary to follow the scriptwriter's command to arrange the stage performance, and the only value of his name Zhong Mingcan is to please the audience who are eager to watch in front of the TV and the audience.

It made him feel guilty.

This sense of guilt is like the nightmare of a betrayer who betrayed his family in the middle of the night, making him sit on pins and needles.

Therefore, when he was sitting in the hot pot restaurant and heard Zhu Zan say "sorry" to himself, it was as if a big stone had fallen from his heart, and he felt unprecedentedly at ease.

Look, there are variables in everything, the show can be manipulated by anyone, the stage can become one's own black history, and fans can change from admiration to insult overnight. Because of this, he doesn't need to care about these variables at all.With this time, he would rather research a new delicious and non-greasy dish for Ge Qiao, or write three or four more new demos and send them to Boss Ma.

Probably everyone regards "New Voice Against the Current" as a milestone in Zhong Mingcan's life. This show has brought countless fame and fortune to this talented newcomer and paved the way for his acting career.But what is unexpected is that Zhong Mingcan has no idea of ​​entering the entertainment industry at all. For him, this show only left him a few new works and two friends Zhu Zan and Dong Linzhi. In addition, it is full of increasing pressure.

He didn't bother to find a high-sounding excuse for himself.

Wanting to retire from the competition can probably be simply understood as - he doesn't want to continue to play with the program crew, screenwriter, and audience.