Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Zhou Zhouhang has been very skeptical of life recently. He always feels that his master Zhong Mingcan is not as good to him as before. He has become a wild child whose father does not love his mother.

Zhong Mingcan was very helpless to this clingy apprentice, and explained: "There will be guests coming later, you go to the next door today and chat with Tiantian and Master Jiang."

Zhou Zhouhang snorted and said, "Master, you have changed."

Zhong Mingcan said along the way: "OK, OK, it's changed."

Zhou Yihang continued to feel wronged: "Usually when Brother Da Qiao came to see you, you wouldn't say that you wanted to drive me away..."

Zhong Ming smiled and asked: "Isn't that because you have always been very self-conscious?"

Zhou Yihang was startled. It turned out that Mr. Zhong, who didn't hear anything outside the window, knew that he had already guessed his relationship with Ge Qiao. He didn't say "yes" or "no", so he didn't dare to dig a hole for himself. Jumping in, he snorted again in bewilderment, then turned around and closed the door.

After Zhong Mingcan waited for him to leave, he began to slowly tidy up the sundries on the table. The draft paper left over from yesterday was thrown into the trash can in a ball, and then put the few ballpoint pens scattered on the table back into the pen holder, and opened the window for ventilation. , The spring breeze swayed, slapping on the window glass, rubbing against it to make a subtle noise.

He had just moved the sofa closer to the table when the phone rang.

It was the reception lady at the front desk, "Mr. Zhong, a man named A Qing came to you downstairs and said he has an appointment with you."

"Please let him in, on the seventh floor, I'll wait at the elevator door."

"Okay." The receptionist at the front desk hung up the phone.

Zhong Mingcan was waiting at the elevator entrance, holding a bottle of calcium milk drink in his hand. He brought it out from home this morning. Ge Qiao bought it in the supermarket last time. This person seemed to have forgotten it as soon as he bought it. I didn't look at it again after it was in the refrigerator, but it has been kept until now.His fingers rubbed the plastic bottle unconsciously, and he felt a little pain from the rough and sharp wrapping paper. He stared at the elevator door in a daze, probably still thinking about something on his mind.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened, and Kong Qingshan walked out of the elevator with his head down.

He was wearing a light blue long-sleeved sweater today, black jeans, and white sneakers on his feet, which were spotless and clean.

Kong Qingshan felt a person standing in front of him, looked up, and just saw Zhong Mingcan's bright smiling face, he handed over a bottle of drink and said, "Here, as a gift for you."

Kong Qingshan was stupefied for a second, and then he squeezed his chest in his hands and said, "Thank you." He looked a little tired, his smile was not as precise as usual, and the curve of the corner of his mouth was precarious.

But in the next second, as if nothing had happened, his perfect smile came back again, and he looked up at Zhong Mingcan, his pupils shining brightly in the dimly lit corridor, and he said: "I It’s decided, I’m willing to write lyrics,” paused, and then said, “But I have one condition.”

"What conditions?"

"There are two songs for this album, this one of yours, and my own composition."

Kong Qingshan seems to be very obsessed with composing his own music. Zhong Mingcan can't figure it out, but after thinking about it, he thinks it's not a bad thing. Besides, he still has more than a month to accompany him, which is enough to teach him how to compose music and lyrics. He thinks about it and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Hearing this, Kong Qingshan's smile became sincere, and his dimple became more obvious: "Thank you."

"In this case, your workload will increase." Zhong Mingcan glanced at him, "Idols have a lot of schedules, right? Can you handle it?"

Kong Qingshan lowered his head slightly and did not answer, as if he was seriously thinking about this issue. After a few seconds, he said, "Don't worry, I can do it."

Zhong Mingcan took him into the office, and when he turned around to close the door, he saw Zhou Hang's head popping out from the opposite side. He was taken aback by the resentful little eyes, and he smiled at Zhou Hang. This apprentice may have been spoiled at ordinary times. He was helpless.

"Your office is so quiet." Kong Qingshan's voice came.

"Do you like quiet?" Zhong Mingcan closed the window that was just opened for ventilation, "Or do you want some music?"

Kong Qingshan said: "Don't bother, this is fine." He sat on the sofa.

Zhong Mingcan pulled the swivel chair in front of Kong Qingshan and sat down facing him. He stared at Kong Qingshan's bangs on his forehead, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "How have you been recently?"

Kong Qingshan was taken aback, he didn't understand why he suddenly started asking about his health, but he still answered honestly: "It's okay."

"How many meals do you eat every day?" Zhong Mingcan looked at his knuckle fingers and said, "You are too thin."

"Mr. Zhong, can't you find something to talk about?" Kong Qingshan suddenly smiled, and he said, "You can just start talking about music, don't force yourself."

"I'm really curious, why are you so thin?" Zhong Mingcan said calmly, without mentioning the word "music". He was still concerned about Kong Qingshan's daily life, "Do you usually have any hobbies?"

Seeing that Kong Qingshan pursed his lips and said nothing, he added: "Before we officially start working, we have to get to know each other. Last time I said that I want to get closer to you when we meet next time. I'm not joking. I really want to Make friends with you." After a pause, he suddenly introduced himself first, "I usually like to cook, and every time I successfully cook a delicious dish, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I can do other things, such as reading, walking backwards, or doing woodworking." He grinned at Kong Qingshan, "What about you? Just chat, just say what you want."

"I don't have any hobbies," Kong Qingshan said. "I have a lot of schedules, and I live in a dormitory. I have a manager to take care of everything."

"You live in a dormitory?" Zhong Mingcan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Wow, I live alone, and I'm quite curious about what life in a dormitory is like. Do you have a good relationship with your roommates?"

Kong Qingshan was taken aback again, his fingers curled up slightly, resting on his thighs stiffly, but his expression remained the same, with a standard smile that never changes.

He said: "My roommates are the members, they all came together from the trainees, and we are very familiar with each other."

Zhong Mingcan said "Yes", "That's right, I should be familiar with it after so long." He nodded slightly, silently chewing the words in Kong Qingshan's dialect, he only said that he was familiar, but he didn't care whether it was good or not.

"If you live in a dormitory, is there any inconvenience at ordinary times?"

"No, just get used to it," Kong Qingshan said lightly, "We have a room each, and we won't disturb each other."

"Oh——" Zhong Ming said clearly, "This is very good. I think the dormitories in the school are all bunk beds. At least you can guarantee the quality of sleep!"

Kong Qingshan smiled: "That's right."

"Recently, the weather has been getting warmer. I'm sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and napping in summer. Idols are so tired every day. I really need to ensure the quality of sleep. Hey, by the way, how many hours do you usually sleep? Can you have five hours?"

Kong Qingshan seemed to finally be unable to stand Zhong Mingcan's more and more homely and trivial questions. He moved his body, with a little impatience between his brows, crossed his fingers, crossed his knees, squinted his eyes and curled up his back, bowed his head and made a stiff gesture. yawn.

Zhong Mingcan was very witty, knew that this was a signal of polite refusal, and also knew how to accept it when he saw it. He immediately looked away, pulled the edge of the table and pushed it back together with the person and the chair, and moved the mouse a few times to call up the song shared with Kong Qingshan before. Press play.

"It seems that you are just like me. You are not good at chatting, but you are a workaholic..." Without turning his head, he stared at the computer screen and said, "Then let's get down to business. After listening to your voice last time, I found that Compared with bass, you are more suitable for violin, so I made a modification on the basis of the original song, listen to it, is it more atmospheric than before?"

Kong Qingshan quietly admired the modified finished product, so engrossed that he tilted his head unconsciously.

After the second chorus ended, Zhong Mingcan paused and asked, "How is it?"

"It sounds good." Kong Qingshan's comment was simple and short.

Zhong Mingcan was stunned, but he didn't show any emotion. He deliberately pouted his lips to express his displeasure: "Your evaluation is the same as if you didn't say it."

Kong Qingshan blurted out almost reflexively: "I'm sorry."

This sentence is only one more word than before, but the emotions mixed in it are much more obvious than before. It should be because the incident happened suddenly, so I didn't have time to control it. There are majestic, nervous, and cramped. They are like gaining momentum It has been waiting for a long time, but anyone who finds a crack, even if it is a tiny crack, can make them pour out suddenly.

Zhong Mingcan stretched his long legs forward, punching Kong Qingshan with a leisurely and relaxed attitude, and raised his lips, "Hey, why are you apologizing, I was joking!"

Kong Qingshan imitated his example and stretched his legs. He suddenly reached out and took the dark red pillow on the sofa and hugged him in his arms. On his lap, the pillow was merely enclosed in the space formed by his body and arms, crooked against his chest, and his hands and arms didn't even touch it.

Zhong Mingcan knew that this was neither a posture of dependence or warmth, nor a feeling of comfort, but more like opening a wall between himself and the other party, which usually meant that he was trying to hide himself in the wall.

Kong Qingshan's situation was more complicated than he imagined.

But he didn't say anything, and suddenly turned his chair to face the work table, leaned over and rummaged through something in the drawer, after a burst of clattering noises, he took out a black hard leather notebook, and took out another from the pen holder. Pen, pass it to Kong Qingshan.

Zhong Mingcan said to him: "Actually, we don't have a lot of time, and there are still many things to do, so let's not waste time, let's start learning lyrics today."

Kong Qingshan took the notebook and pen, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

"In fact, writing lyrics is very simple," Zhong Mingcan turned back and pressed the play button on the computer again, and the melody that both of them were already familiar with flowed out again. He explained to Kong Qingshan while listening, "This is the verse of the first section. Next comes the chorus of the first measure, which is the interlude...then the verse of the second measure, the lyrics of the second measure and the first measure should be the same, and then comes the intermission...after the intermission Repeat the chorus part again... so you need to write a total of four verses, get it?"

Kong Qingshan listened carefully, then nodded.He looked down at the notebook in his hand, then looked up at the computer in front of Zhong Mingchan, and finally asked, "Do you want me to write it here by hand?"

"Yes, inspiration will come faster when you write by hand." Zhong Mingcan manipulated the mouse and keyboard skillfully, quickly opened a few files, and then said, "Don't rush to start writing lyrics now, we don't even have a theme yet It’s settled, you just need to write down your inspiration at the moment, no matter what it is, words, sentences, objects, even paintings, as long as it’s what comes to mind.”

Kong Qingshan understood, nodded, picked up the pen, opened the notebook and put it on his lap, hunched over and stared at the blank page and began to ponder.

Zhong Mingcan glanced at him, and suddenly a light and beautiful mazurka dance music played on the computer. Forming an inherent thinking will instead limit your performance. I will play some inspiring music for you, you write first, and just call me if you have anything to do."

Kong Qingshan nodded lightly and said nothing.

This mazurka dance was played in a loop mode for a while. Zhong Mingcan watched Kong Qingshan concentrate on writing and drawing until a piece of paper was used up. When he turned a page, he also changed the music. This time it was a song with a quiet atmosphere. The cool, poetic Moonlight Song, Kong Qingshan always buried his head in memorizing the small inspirations that passed by, and did not notice that someone thoughtfully changed the background music for him. He listened to Zhong Mingcan's words very much, in order to write Better lyrics, even if it's just a meaningless thought that flashes in my mind, I dare not let it go.

Except for the faint background music, the surroundings were completely silent, and he was completely immersed in his own world.

When turning another page, Zhong Mingcan changed another piece of music, this time it was the intense and tragic "Requiem". Sad emotions are mixed in it.It is not hard to imagine how fearful and confused Mozart was when he wrote this piece of music that terrified him hundreds of years ago. This is the last work in his life.

Kong Qingshan's pen was still writing something rapidly, Zhong Mingcan turned on his phone and sent a message, only a few minutes later, when he cast his gaze again, he saw that Kong Qingshan's hand holding the pen was shaking slightly, blurring on the part of the paper that was not covered by his hand There is a very small wet mark which is very inconspicuous.

The sound of the music was not loud, and it couldn't cover the other sounds in the room at all. However, Zhong Mingcan held his breath and concentrated, but he couldn't hear any strange sounds, no disordered breathing, no choking or sobbing, and it could even be said that there was no movement.

He quickly turned off the background music, and switched back to the song he wrote for Kong Qingshan.

I don't know how long it took before Kong Qingshan finally raised his head. His expression remained the same as when he first entered the door. He was still so gentle, with a sweet smile. He closed the notebook and handed it back to Zhong Mingcan. He asked in a consulting tone. Said: "I'm a little tired from writing, can I take a rest first?"

"Let's come here first today." Zhong Mingcan took the notebook, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said, "It's past five o'clock, let's have dinner together."

"No, I still have something to do today..." Before Kong Qingshan finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

Ge Qiao came in in a hurry, and his bright and bright eyes were bent with a smile. As soon as he saw Kong Qingshan, he raised his arms and said a loud hello: "Hi, our little mountain cub!"

Kong Qingshan didn't have time to think about why Ge Qiao was not surprised when he saw him in Zhong Mingcan's office in Hertz.

He was a little dazed because he was thinking about another thing.

Kong Qingshan has not heard of the name "Xiaoshan Cub" for a long time. This is the nickname Ge Qiao gave him many years ago. Whether it is Xiaodiwo or Aqing, they are already well-known nicknames by the public, and they are not friendly enough. Not special enough, until one day, Ge Qiao improvised and bestowed the title of "Xiaoshan Cub", which symbolized the sacred friendship between the two of them that was different from outsiders.

But that was a long time ago.

Kong Qingshan smiled back and said, "Good afternoon, Brother Ge Qiao."

"It just so happens that you are all here. Let's go eat now? I'm so hungry." Ge Qiao asked very directly, as if he didn't consider the possibility of being rejected at all.

"Okay." Kong Qingshan said obediently.

Taking advantage of the rustling sound of Kong Qingshan putting on his coat, Zhong Mingcan secretly tore off the three sheets of paper from the notebook, folded them and stuffed them into his coat pocket. He didn't think about rejecting his invitation, but he agreed to Ge Qiao's same invitation without hesitation for a second.With his new friend on one side and his boyfriend on the other, he's a bit confused and doesn't know who to be jealous of first.

After much deliberation, he planned to start with the people close to him first. With Kong Qingshan walking in front behind his back, he lightly poked Ge Qiao's lower back, and said in a very small voice, "Did you find it? He especially listens." As for you, he refused to have dinner with me just now, as soon as you asked, he immediately agreed..."

Ge Qiao answered as a matter of course, "I am seven or eight years older than him, and he regards me as his own brother, so of course he is obedient." He glanced at Zhong Mingchan, smiled sarcastically and pointed his finger on his cheek, "What do you care about with children? Woolen cloth?"

Whether Kong Qingshan regards Ge Qiao as his own brother, Zhong Mingcan doesn't know, but he can hear the obedience and flattery revealed in Kong Qingshan's tone.This is very strange, when he is with me, he is both "teacher" and "you", but he has never felt like this before.

"What do you want to eat? I'll go and order." Ge Qiao asked.

"I can do it, there is no taboo, you can order it for me." Kong Qingshan said.

Ge Qiao was familiar with Zhong Mingcan's taste, so he didn't need to ask him any more, and went directly to the ordering counter. While he was leaving, Zhong Mingcan set the chopsticks and spoons for them. When he handed over Kong Qingshan's portion, he said with a smile : "You guys knew each other before? I'm quite curious about the story between you and Ge Qiao."

Kong Qingshan took the chopsticks and spoons with both hands, said "thank you", and then smiled: "Do you really want to know?"

Zhong Mingcan didn't expect him to react like this, and for a moment didn't know whether to answer "I want to know".

Kong Qingshan took out a paper towel, picked up the chopsticks in his hand, and wiped them again and again. He thought for a while, and said unhurriedly: "My family is in Rongcheng. In summer, it rains almost every day there. When I was a child, every day I am praying to God that the next day will be sunny, because only when the sky is sunny, I am allowed to go out to play, otherwise I can only stay at home to do my homework or help my mother sew clothes with thread balls. It’s boring.” He finally wiped his chopsticks clean, then took out a new paper towel and began to wipe the spoon, “The sunny days in Rongcheng are very rare, prayer alone won’t work, Brother Ge Qiao is the sunny day I begged for.”

Zhong Mingcan did not speak.

"You can't understand." Kong Qingshan glanced at Zhong Mingcan and smiled, "There are too many sunny days in Pingjing, which are not special at all. They are as boring as the rainy days in Rongcheng, aren't they?"

Zhong Mingcan tried his best to calm his mind. Although he knew that he shouldn't focus on this, and he also knew that he should at least give his partners the most basic respect and Ge Qiao the most basic trust, but he has always been from the bottom of his heart. I didn't think about it, and before I could figure it out, I blurted out: "Do you like Ge Qiao?"

In fact, he was already mentally prepared to compete with his love rival and reveal his identity, but as soon as he said this, Kong Qingshan's face immediately turned into a look of disgust, and his old firm smile disappeared. He stopped wiping the spoon in his hand He moved, frowning, staring at Zhong Mingcan's eyes revealing contempt and cruelty unabashedly.

To Zhong Mingcan's deep irony, this turned out to be the most vivid expression he had ever seen on Kong Qingshan's face since he met him.

Kong Qingshan's tone was cold and distant: "It's disgusting, please don't insult my feelings for Brother Ge Qiao, I'm not that perverted."

Zhong Mingcan was still about to speak, but when he saw that Ge Qiao had already rushed over, he had no choice but to swallow the words on his lips and reorganize his words: "I'm sorry, I was reckless, please forgive me."

"It's okay." After finishing speaking, Kong Qingshan regained his calm expression in an instant, and rearmed his indestructible smile.

The quick change of face was jaw-dropping, Zhong Mingcan pretended to be calm and pretended not to notice, and Ge Qiao had just sat down, so he had no idea what happened between the two of them.

During a meal, the three seem to be in harmony with each other, each with a ghost.

Ge Qiao is innocent and innocent. He promised to build a bridge between Zhong Mingcan and Kong Qingshan to get closer, so he tried his best to find common topics, from classical music to commercial music, from the discussion of the changes of idol groups to the future of idol groups, Finally, he sighed again: "Xiaoshan cub, you work hard, according to my sixth sense, Lucifer will definitely be popular abroad within three years!"

"Is your sixth sense that accurate?" Zhong Mingchan laughed at him.

"Of course." Ge Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Anyone I like is definitely a rare treasure. Ben Bole will never miss him."

Kong Qingshan also smiled: "Yes, that's the sentence, exactly the same as what he said four years ago, if it wasn't because Brother Ge Qiao swears when he said this sentence, and was so excited that he spit on my face, I might not be convinced Keep being an idol."

Ge Qiao smiled triumphantly: "How is it? Listen to it again now, how does it feel?"

Kong Qingshan joked: "Well, it really still feels like being cheated..."

Outside the window, it was getting darker and later. At five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the purple-red sunset glow hung in the sky, and the afterglow of the pale red sun twisted the blue-black night. This strange color blurred the silhouettes of passers-by , the air that has lost its temperature has precipitated the flying dust of a busy day. Today's curtain falls, and everything should rest and go home.

At the dining table in the restaurant, the pictures of these three people are extremely harmonious, as if they are old friends with each other, and they know each other's temperament well, so they also know how to cater to each other according to the atmosphere.They talked about common topics that only those who understand can understand. Among them, one is very happy, one is accommodating, and one is just obeying.

After eating, Zhong Mingcan went to the front desk to check out, while Kong Qingshan and Ge Qiao were sitting in their seats chatting.

"Brother Ge Qiao, have you listened to the song Teacher Zhong gave me?"

"I heard it, what's the matter?"

Kong Qingshan asked, "How do you feel?"

"Very good, very good." Ge Qiao looked at him, "Don't you like it?"

"No, I like it too," Kong Qingshan smiled. After thinking for a while, he added, "I will be the lyricist of this song."

With faint pride and showing off.

Ge Qiao couldn't help touching the top of his head with a smile, and said, "This song belongs to you, not only the lyricist, but also the singer."

"There will also be a song of my own composition."

"Whoa! That's great!"

"You said, I wrote the lyrics and the music. When this album is released in the future, will people immediately remember my name when they hear the melodies of these songs?"

"Of course, this will be your solo masterpiece from now on!"

Kong Qingshan smiled and exhaled slowly, as if his heart had finally settled down. He murmured softly, in a voice that no one else could hear: "That's enough, enough..."

Zhong Mingcan played the "inspiration" song for Kong Qingshan——

The first piece: Chopin's "Mazurka No.43 "Notretemps" OP.67-2", which is "Mazurka Dance", No. 67.2.

The second piece: Debussy's "Moonlight".

The third song: Mozart's "Requiem InDMinor K.626-Lacrimosa", which is "Requiem".