Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

"Master, I'm sorry..." Zhou Hang was terrified. He had pecked at these three words countless times since just now, but seeing Zhong Mingcan frowning and staring at the computer screen in a daze, he knew that this person had neither calmed down nor I didn't listen to my apology.

In fact, they are all responsible for this matter, and no one can blame anyone.

A few weeks ago, Zhong Mingcan just arranged for him the simplest job, packing and sending the newly made demos in the computer to Boss Ma according to the number, but Zhong Mingcan was so busy that he was dizzy and didn't explain clearly what was on the computer desktop. Don’t move any of the files. Monday’s Aerospace is not afraid of anything. I didn’t ask any questions. I just started to sort out all the audio sources with “demo” written in the title of the files in the computer. That’s it, this song "A Child in Sadness" "The original demo was also included.

Since it is so rare that composers can regard it as a treasure, how can experienced professionals not notice it?

Yangli and Boss Ma were sitting in that small dark and closed room, and there was no room for others to interrupt. "A Child in Sadness" just changed hands. Singer Sun Kehao, lyricist Kong Qingshan, and The singer was pushed behind the scenes, but no one could stand up and fight for him to get back the chance.

At this moment, Zhong Mingcan simply stopped talking, and he didn't need to go to the recording studio to finish the rest of the vocal track in the morning. It was useless anyway. He stayed in the office all afternoon, looping in his ears. Seeing Zhou Hang's noisy "I'm sorry" over and over again, although his eyes were fixed on the computer screen, what he saw were just large and small meaningless color blocks, but he didn't pay attention to those handwriting and ripples at all. go.

Everything he could and couldn't say had already been said.Originally, his position as the director was invincible, but he couldn't get enough confidence to fight head-on with Boss Ma, and finally squeezed a soft persimmon, and even got into an awkward fight with the innocent Zhao Xu who was caught in the middle, and said anything as long as they If you can eat this steamed bun full of human blood, you can eat as much as you want. In fact, this is just to vent your anger. After thinking about it calmly, they did nothing wrong. If it wasn't for the carelessness of myself and Zhou Hang, nothing more would happen. On my mind, this "curse" can be said to have no power at all. Of course Zhao Xu understood, so he just smiled and didn't bother with him.

He also lost his temper, said vicious words, and tried his best to benevolent, but the result was like this, and no one could do anything about it.

In the end, as long as he stays in this company, Zhong Mingcan can only be obedient, but there is nothing he can do.

In the half-sized office room, the most eye-catching thing is probably this computer desk full of composing equipment. There is a golden lock on the third drawer at the bottom right. The small one can be opened with a single click. It's just a symbolic expression that visitors should not come here.

In this drawer, it was empty, with only a few pieces of thin paper lying there, which Zhong Mingchan put in on the day he joined the job. It was evidence of the transaction. To outsiders, this transaction was shady, but to him, this Trading means finding the light.

His thinking was biased to Xishan from the very beginning. He had no experience to refer to, and no friends to advise him. If you give up the relationship between Bole and the horse, you can quickly understand and integrate into his elite life, and you can have a common topic and catch up with your sweetheart smoothly.This is indeed a shortcut to achieve a certain purpose, but it has nothing to do with fame and fortune, but with that person named Ge Qiao.

Not for fame or profit, but for one person, this is also a crime of selfishness.This crime is not serious, although it is not enough to sell the soul, but it still made him pay the price.

Boss Ma is a very shrewd businessman with compassion in mind. He is well versed in the way of doing business and knows how to use all the resources at hand, whether it is turning waste into treasure or icing on the cake.In short, he agreed with Zhong Mingcan that within seven years, 200 finished songs and [-] melody demos with quality assurance will be released every year. private use.And Party B is famous and can enjoy the status and benefits of the director level.

He gave up the right to sign the thousands of works he created, gave up the right to speak in this company, and gave up the little bit of dignity when facing Boss Ma, but he got the right to open the innermost room on the tenth floor. keys to the office.He thinks it's a good deal.

Just like any rumor circulating in this magnificent high-rise building, the fact that the cooperation with Kong Qingshan was changed to cooperation with Sun Kehao soon spread to the tenth floor, and it also reached Ge Qiao's ears.But he didn't immediately reveal all his emotions like Zhong Mingchan did. He just frowned slightly, glanced at Yuan Xiaoyuan who came to report the letter, and said calmly: "Understood, let's rearrange the schedule later."

"Okay." Yuan Xiaoyuan immediately turned around and left. When the door closed, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart. The people in this company are really calmer than the other. People died, and their bones are still not cold. It's only been a few days, and the cooperation will be withdrawn. Withdrawal, if you say a replacement, you will be replaced.

Business, it is too business!

Cold-blooded, really cold-blooded!

She was wearing a pair of red shiny leather shoes, stepping on the off-white steps in the emergency passage, and holding the golden handrail beside her from time to time, the heels kicked with a crisp sound, echoing in the corridor.

Yuan Xiaoyuan looked down at the materials in the black folder, and wailed inwardly. The complete plan that was almost completed took the media department nearly a month, but Kong Qingshan's audience was completely different from Sun Kehao's audience. Now we have to go back to the original shape and start all over again.

Just thinking about it made her feel desperate for Zheng Xixi and the others.

Turning a corner under your feet, your thoughts also turn.This Kong Qingshan is also true, isn't it good to be alive?I have to die to make myself happy, what did we living people do wrong, and we have to suffer for him.

When getting off work, Ge Qiao left the building earlier than Zhong Mingcan for the first time, and stood by the small flower bed in front of the building and waited for a while. As soon as he saw Zhong Mingcan's half-black and half-white figure, he stepped forward to meet him.

Zhong Mingcan didn't like black and white at first, and he didn't like suits either. The color was dull and boring, and the fabric was inelastic, and it was tightly worn around the body. His identity as a director may have changed his aesthetics, and he gradually began to learn to work in suits and leather shoes. He has a white shirt and black trousers, is serious, not easy to make mistakes, and has no meaning. Put an indifferent distance away.

Walking side by side to the side of the main road, the hustle and bustle of the city hits, and both sides of the street are almost overcrowded during rush hour.Ge Qiao spoke suddenly.

"I want to take annual leave," he said.

"Huh?" Zhong Mingcan was a little surprised. Although he also found that Ge Qiao was becoming more and more relaxed and more like a "human being", he did not expect the progress to be so fast. After losing his full attendance record, Ge Qiao It's time for annual leave.

"I have been employed for more than three years and almost four years, and I haven't taken annual leave yet. I can take it for more than two months." Ge Qiao just lowered his head slightly, carefully calculating.

"I'm on annual leave, where do you want to go?" Zhong Mingcan stretched out his hand and secretly hooked Ge Qiao's little finger. This is the most intimate gesture he can do when he is out in broad daylight. Of course, he can also continue to hook the two brothers together. , it seems that the distance will be closer, but he wants to pursue the small intimacy between lovers rather than blindly touching each other.

"Travel around the country, and then travel around the world." Ge Qiao pursed his lips, his little finger tightened slightly, and also hooked Zhong Mingcan's little finger.

"More than two months..." Zhong Mingcan believed it was true, touched his chin, and was about to analyze and analyze the itinerary for him, "Time is a bit tight, traveling around the country is okay, traveling around the world is not easy, and flying to Australia will cost more than a dozen What about hours, and you still have to apply for a visa, or do you go to a visa-free country first?..."

"I'm just kidding," Ge Qiao tapped Zhong Mingcan's shoulder lightly, and laughed out louder than he was serious, "It's only been two months, how come it's too late, too late," the voice became light and ethereal, It's all blurred, like an echo, "It's too late..."

Zhong Mingcan couldn't really hear his voice, his left ear was filled with the roar of the bustling traffic on the road, and his right ear was polluted by the mental noise from the shops on the street with very poor sound quality. I feel like my head is going to explode.He tried his best to calm down his anxiety caused by the noise around him. Ge Qiao's business was his business, so he carefully planned his annual leave plan: "I just joined the job not long ago, and I can't take a few days of annual leave, or I can ask if I can Advance payment? You definitely can't go out alone..." He paused, and suddenly his eyes looked strange, "You don't mean to go out with others, do you?"

Ge Qiao was helpless: "No, who am I looking for, I only have this idea now."

"That's fine," Zhong Mingcan sipped a small dish of vinegar. After eating enough, he returned to serious thinking. He was still trying to balance the time between himself and Ge Qiao, "Well, we can go out during the Chinese New Year next year. If it’s the Spring Festival, I can ask for a few more days off, to go back to your home first, and then go to other places..."

"Why go back to my house?" Ge Qiao looked at him sideways, his eyes narrowed with a smile, "Do you want to see my parents?"

"Well, meet our parents," Zhong Mingcan said confidently, "At worst, he will be kicked out, but he still needs to be sincere to see the old man..."

Ge Qiao thought it was funny, he was just talking casually at first, somehow, Zhong Mingcan opened up the topic so much that he even talked about meeting his parents: "What kind of messed up TV series did you watch? My people, how could my parents drive you out?" He stepped on a small stone, the sole of his shoe was scratched, looked back, and continued, "I don't need to see them, I want to go to the inland area to play , blowing the sea breeze in the coastal area every day, it’s uncomfortable.” He made a bad excuse nonsense.

"This is an attitude, do you know? If we can't spend the nine yuan, we can save money to buy Melatonin for our father-in-law and mother-in-law."

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine for melatonin, you have really good business acumen." Ge Qiao glanced at him and smiled, "Since when did you become so poor-mouthed?"

Zhong Mingcan shook his arm, hooked Ge Qiao's finger and shook it coquettishly: "I've always been like this, responsible for making you happy, by whatever means."

He said it lightly, but when these words entered Ge Qiao's heart, he felt warm and hot. He quietly opened his palm, stretched out his thumb and slowly groped for Zhong Mingcan's raised little finger, and his voice was soft and slow. Di: "They also have their own lives. They are very happy to meet friends every day, play cards and drink tea. It will be troublesome for us to go, and we have to deal with those seven aunts and eight aunts. Forget it."

"Okay, listen to you." Ge Qiao touched him a little itchy, and his heart was numb. He also stretched out his thumb and pressed it on Ge Qiao's thumb, preventing him from teasing him at will. He suddenly asked Get up, "Why do you suddenly want to take annual leave?"

"What's wrong? I can't rest?"

"No, it's just not like you."

"Isn't it you who taught/taught me?" Ge Qiao said angrily, "From the day my full attendance record disappeared, I have been broken."

"Feel a loss now?" Zhong Mingcan gave a small look of resentment.

"No, how can it be?" Ge Qiao arched his fingers, slid his backhand, and got into Zhong Mingcan's palm directly. The two of them cooperated tacitly, and they were calm on the surface. They moved a few times underneath, and they were firmly stuck in the palm. Together, "Just use that record-breaking and year-end bonus in exchange for such a good boyfriend, no matter how you look at it, I am taking advantage."

Zhong Ming was smiling: "I found that you can speak better than before."

Ge Qiao was weird when he heard this, and stared: "What happened to me before?"

"You used to be very awkward, and you didn't say it directly when you had something to say. It took a lot of effort to tell you that you love me." Zhong Mingcan said.

Ge Qiao didn't expect that this person didn't care about big and small things, but he remembered "I love you" a few days late. He knew that Zhong Mingcan lacked love since he was a child, and what he needed most was a sense of security. Treat him well, buy him the best things, or put him in the most comfortable posture, he thought, turning all love into material things, and seeing and touching things will bring more peace of mind .But for a person like Zhong Mingcan, his so-called "sense of security" is actually worthless at all, not worth an expensive gift, nor worth a night of spring dinner. It has nothing to do with those things. What he is thinking about is only Ge Qiao Looking at him, just say "I love you" to him.

Knowing this and wanting to understand this, Ge Qiao knew what to do. There were some confessions he couldn't say before, but in fact, what stood in front of him was just the accumulation of his sensitive nature and the psychological shadow of college. It's just shame, I lifted my foot a little and crossed this low threshold. I usually do whatever I want with women who can't be tempted, as well as relatives and friends, but now I'm just a little more obvious with the person next to my pillow. .

So, Ge Qiao replied sincerely and indifferently: "Then I have to thank you for your meticulous training, see, don't you dare to say anything after you push me on the bed a few times?"

Zhong Mingcan was at a loss for words, turned his face to look at Ge Qiao, and met his sincere eyes. He was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help grinning, and asked while smiling: "Then have you made up your mind? Are you really going to Take annual leave? I feel very good, relax and relax, and I will be with you when the time comes."

"Think about it, take a break, and leave for a few days. Anyway, Zheng Xixi is a little bit alone now, and I can rest assured that I will leave the matter to her..." After finishing speaking, Ge Qiao thought for a while, lowered his head and paid attention, and there was another A small stone, he took a little big step, stepped over, finally did not hurt himself, he continued, "some things, it changes too fast, I can't catch up, feel a little tired, just want to Stop and rest."

"It's pretty good, really." For some unknown reason, this section of the road is full of large or small gravel, which makes people uncomfortable to step on. He kicked away the two or three gravels at his feet in the distance, and then returned to his side, "If you are tired, you need to rest. We are not robots, so there is no need to dedicate ourselves to work."

Without those few unsightly stones, the road in front of Ge Qiao was very smooth. He continued to walk leisurely, looking left and right to find a restaurant where they could have their dinner, and he didn't have to worry about getting stuck under his feet again. He smiled obediently Nod her head: "Yes, listen to my husband."