Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Like every ordinary working day, Zhong Mingcan has gotten used to this kind of work and rest: wake up at 25:35, have breakfast at [-]:[-], leave the house at [-]:[-], arrive at the entrance of the Hertz company building at [-]:[-], and sit in the office at [-]:[-].

Sometimes, Zhou Hang is already waiting in the office, opening a new audio editing file to practice the arrangement knowledge he has learned.More often, he would turn on the computer slowly by himself, clean up the dust from the guitar bag and the keyboard of the electric piano, and then sit in the soft swivel chair and click the mouse a few times to warm up his wrists.

On a normal Thursday morning, the clouds are the color of rosacea, and it can rain at any time, with the possibility of clearing at any time.

"Master..." Zhou Yihang called out timidly, looking at Zhong Mingcan's face, seeing that there was no special expression, he boldly continued, "Is there no need to use the recording studio today? If not... I will go Tell brother Zhao Xu to cancel the two days we booked..." Seeing that Zhong Mingcan didn't respond, he added in a panic, "Well... if you don't use the reservation, it's not good to be seen by others..."

Zhong Mingcan glanced at him lightly, and Zhou Hang retracted his neck with a shiver. He is a good and understanding apprentice, and he deeply understands Master's bad mood at this time, and he is determined not to disturb him any more.

After all, not everyone can have this luck. When everything is ready and the recording session is left, the singer commits suicide.

"Cancel it." Zhong Mingcan said lightly.

"Okay..." Responding, Zhou Yihang fled.

"Wait a minute!" Zhong Mingcan suddenly stopped him, "I'll talk about it myself." After speaking, he brushed Zhou Hang's shoulder and went straight out of the office.

Up and down Hertz, although there are many employees, but it is a big family in the entertainment industry in the new era. At this time, like Zhou Zhouhang, he was carefully observing Zhong Mingcan's face, "You, you don't need to come here in person, it's not a big deal, and it won't affect your personal evaluation... "

Zhong Mingcan didn't care about bullshit personal evaluation, he asked: "Then this recording studio will be vacant in these two days?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Xu thought about it seriously.

Before he could answer, Zhong Mingcan continued: "May I return it tomorrow, but borrow it for a day today."

Zhao Xu was taken aback: "Why?"

"Yes." Zhong Mingcan smiled, with gentle eyebrows and eyes curled up, and answered simply.

Zhao Xu has always liked this talented and polite young man. Seeing him smiling so harmlessly, he was worried about him at first, but now it seems that he has not been affected too much by this incident, so rest assured. , Immediately agreed: "Okay, you can stay here today, anyway, you were the one who made the appointment."

Zhong Mingcan nodded: "Thank you."

After the people left, he closed the door and locked it, and sent a message to Zhou Yihang saying that he was not going back to the office due to business, then took out the MP3 player he was carrying with him, and copied the files in it to the computer.

Click on the first file, and the familiar melody flows out. The sound quality is really ordinary, with rustling noises. It is a reprinted version, but different from the original song, there is a slightly hoarse male voice in this song.Zhong Mingcan is a qualified bole, he is not mistaken, this voice and the melodious violin melody are simply too good to match, complementing each other, making this plain melody a million times more charming.

Kong Qingshan still used his mobile phone to record the way he sang this song, every word was heartfelt, his voice was emotional, neither rushed nor slow, restrained to the point, and burst out with enough energy, but this time, Zhong Mingcan couldn't understand it.

"...If I were blind, I could have endured the darkness, but you say I'm just a child in sorrow..."

How did he feel about finishing this song?Had he already thought about it then?Is these 3 minutes redemption for him, or is it a farewell ceremony?

"...if you love me, please tell me quickly; before it's too late, please say you love me..."

The song ended without incident, and silence returned to the studio.

Zhong Mingcan stayed where he was, holding the mouse unchanged, dazed for a long time, and finally exhaled slowly from his chest, but it didn't relieve the symptoms like a hard stone in his chest. He raised his forehead and pinched his temples hard , until he felt the pulsating nerves.

He closed his eyes and sat quietly, and after a few seconds, he suddenly opened them again.

The mouse clicked on the vocal track that had just been successfully identified, and he hesitated for a while. He took a few deep breaths, and after calming down, he slightly twisted his wrist a few times to turn up the volume of the vocal track.

Zhong Mingcan glanced at the time display on the computer, it was a little over 09:30.

Noise removal will be a labor-intensive job.

There are still 23 hours until work tomorrow, but only this one vocal track needs repairing, enough time.fine.

This morning, Zhong Mingcan was lying in front of the computer and burying his head in repairing his music. Because he was too focused, he missed lunch time, but his stomach was not as sensible as his brain, and he protested.

He stretched, stood up, and planned to go out to see the sunshine and fresh air first, and then continue to fix the rest after returning later.

Zhong Mingcan was about to take the elevator downstairs, walked through the long corridor, looked down at the soft bohemian-style carpet, and walked quietly, step by step, slowly.

The door of one of the recording studios was not closed, and Zhao Xu's voice came from inside: "...I haven't done much repairing, let's listen to the effect first."

Zhong Mingcan continued to walk forward.At this time, music also flowed out through the crack of the door, immediately nailing his footsteps in place.

Those fluttering notes made his heart sink, he turned and rushed towards the recording studio, and pushed open the door.

Because of the absurdity, he couldn't control his voice, and even trembled slightly: "What are you doing?"

Only then did he see clearly who was in the recording studio. Boss Ma was sitting on the sofa with a slightly greasy middle-aged man, Zhao Xu was sitting in front of the computer, and beside him stood a beautiful and delicate thin woman. After hearing the movement, the four of them looked at the door together.

The atmosphere became eerie.

Boss Ma was the first to break the deadlock. He smiled, like a stable Maitreya Buddha: "Old Yang, let me introduce you, this is the No. [-] treasure of our company! Zhong Mingcan, the producer of Zhong, we are listening now This one, he wrote it for the company!"

"I have admired your name for a long time." The man called "Lao Yang" blushed and nodded at Zhong Mingcan, "A good work is a good work!"

Zhong Mingcan stared into Boss Ma's eyes, and asked every word as gently and politely as possible: "Excuse me, why are you listening to this song?"

Boss Ma also couldn't react: "What's the matter? We are choosing the title song for Kehao..."

"I want to ask, why is the song I just heard in it?"

Boss Ma was completely confused: "It was sent by your department." He stopped and thought for a while, "Hey, didn't I call you last time to tell you? I will choose a few of your demos and sell them to others. Hey, you said you didn’t mind at the time, but you can’t go back on your word now!” There was a smile in the last words, and it was obvious that it was a joke.

Even if Zhong Mingcan wanted to mind, where did he have the qualifications?After signing a contract, all the works in the past seven years will no longer belong to him.He was just wondering why this song was in the demo he sent out.

"I know," he didn't have time to think about it, the most urgent thing is to get this song back first, "Can you remove the song just now and replace it with something else? It already has an owner..."

Hearing this, Boss Ma rarely frowned.

Yangli on the side spoke first: "There is already someone? Who sang?"

"Kong Qingshan," Zhong Mingcan hurriedly turned to face Yangli, respectfully, "This is Kong Qingshan's song, which has been selected as the main title of the second album of the 'Music Laboratory' project..."

"Aqing..." Yangli moved his body, and the sofa creaked along with him, his expression looked a bit embarrassed, "But Aqing has already..."

"I know," Zhong Mingcan hurriedly took over the words, "but the lyrics and arrangement have been prepared, this song is very suitable for him..."

"Has the sound been recorded yet?" Boss Ma interjected.

Zhong Mingcan choked up, but still answered honestly: "No, but there is a guide version, and I can fix the sound quality, so there is absolutely no need to worry about the quality of the work." At the end, he also emphasized a special sentence.

"The dead come to sing?" Boss Ma didn't seem to hear his promise, he seemed sullen for a moment, but when he took a closer look, he still had the smiling face of Maitreya Buddha who can save the world.

The atmosphere suddenly became worse.

On the other hand, Yangli suddenly laughed, and that laughter seemed to make the air tingle with oil. He was used to being the boss, and the words he said couldn't help being tough: "That's just right! Let's use this song as the main song! The lyrics are also good. I already have it, and I also have an arrangement, so I can sing it, and when the time comes to give A Qing a name in the lyrics column, it can be regarded as living up to his hard work..." The tone was extremely relaxed, and he had already thought of a countermeasure in such a short period of time. In a few words, the positions of these people were properly arranged.

"But..." Zhong Mingcan wanted to continue to say something, but he slightly stretched his hand forward, but because of Boss Ma's cold final word, he was suspended in mid-air, unable to get up or down.

"That's it, Ming Char, go and copy the arrangement and lyrics."

Zhong Mingcan didn't move, just opened his mouth, and said stiffly: "You can listen to this version of Kong Qingshan first, I have already repaired more than half of it, the effect is no different from the actual recording, really, I can play it for you Listen."

"Mr. Zhong!" Boss Ma actually slapped the table and stood up, his huge belly trembled three times, his smile was still on his face, and he lost his sense of oppression because of his natural smiling face, but when he spoke Sometimes, it can teach people to really feel the aura of being a high-ranking person, "Ming Can, don't be self-willed, Mr. Yang and Mr. Yang are both busy people, it's not easy to come here once, be obedient, go and get the documents Copy it over!"

Zhong Mingcan turned a deaf ear to this comforting and threatening words, his voice was still dry and mechanical, and he said again: "You can listen to it before making a decision. Kong Qingshan spent a lot of effort on this song, although he passed away for some reason, But he can still sing the last song for everyone..."

Boss Ma raised a hand and waved it. He interrupted Zhong Mingcan's "sympathy card" decisively and resolutely: "Hertz doesn't need to use the dead as a gimmick. Since the person is leaving by himself, let him be quiet. go."

This sentence made Zhong Mingcan completely stunned. His persistence was originally personal, and he had no confidence in the face of such a huge company.The feeling of powerlessness spread all over his body in an instant. He stood there for a moment, staring at Boss Ma, and finally bowed his head and said softly, "Please wait a moment, I'll get the USB flash drive." Then he turned and left the room.

Back in his recording studio, he unplugged the MP3 that was plugged into the computer. This small object seemed to weigh a thousand catties at the moment. It was in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't lift it. Knock on the table, "pong" sound.

"Hiss—" a voice came from the door, "It hurts to look at it..."

Zhong Mingcan raised his eyes, turned his face back when he saw the person coming, and said weakly, "Brother Xu, you are here, I will take it easy, and I will pass in a while..." He thought Zhao Xu was sent by Boss Ma to urge him of.

Zhao Xu was just worried, so he made an excuse to go to the bathroom to follow.At this moment, he was leaning on the door frame, with his feet against the door, watching Zhong Mingcan's drooping head, waiting patiently for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed: "Now? Have you recovered?"

Zhong Mingjia said nothing and didn't move, as if he was angry.

Zhao Xu didn't mind the young man's childish temper. He stood up straight and didn't come in. He just leaned his back against the door frame and used another leg to reach the door. That's right, if you and Kong Qingshan really started preparing this song first, although there must have been some misunderstanding in the middle that caused the overlap of song selections, but in the end it's first come, first served, and they have to delete it and replace it with a new song."

"Then why didn't they delete it?" Zhong Mingcan asked with his head down.

"Because it's Boss Ma," Zhao Xu sighed, and then glanced at Zhong Mingcan's figure, "Boss Ma believes in ghosts and gods, he can't make money from a dead person..."

"That's the reason?!" Zhong Mingcan was horrified, he suddenly turned to look at Zhao Xu, his feet trembled and slipped in fright, and the door closed automatically, almost hitting his nose.

"What, what's wrong with this reason?" Zhao Xu hurriedly supported the door with his hands, stabilized his figure, and continued, "You can say that he is fake compassion and really pedantic, but when you meet someone who can't even do fake compassion businessman, when the time comes you will understand that it is respect for Kong Qingshan not to let you send it."

Seeing Zhong Mingcan opened his mouth to retort, Zhao Xu stretched out his hand to tell him to listen carefully: "I know you want to do him one last favor, and I understand what you mean by 'sing the last song for everyone', but the casino In the world inside, 'for entertainment' is more terrifying than 'forgetting', and what they did was actually a disguised form of protection for Kong Qingshan."

This argument was really logical and seamless, and Zhao Xu was a little proud, but what responded to him was only an unbearable silence.

Just when Zhao Xu thought that Zhong Mingcan had been shaken, and began to think seriously about his words, and was about to turn his head and leave gracefully like an unnamed hero in the past, Zhong Mingcan suddenly spoke.

"Brother Xu, have you ever seen a person who wishes to disappear completely, leaving his last words in the form of lyrics and a self-composed song?"

Zhao Xu stopped suddenly, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"The lyrics of this song are Kong Qingshan's last words. He said it to let everyone hear it," Zhong Mingcan finally moved. He moved his fingers. The knuckles on the table were still red. Holding the MP3 tightly, he walked towards Zhao Xu, the light gathered slowly, Zhao Xu finally saw Zhong Mingcan's face clearly, his eyes were full of indifference, "I'm fine, after all, I signed a contract with Boss Ma , all songs belong to Hertz within seven years. I don't have the copyright of this song, so it has nothing to do with me who sings it. Boss Ma believes in ghosts and gods, and I don't know if Boss Yang and Miss Sun believe it or not. As long as they If you can bear this weight, let them sing as you please."