Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

In just a few days we'll be in the midsummer rainy season, when it cools the city down.But now, it was the sweltering heat before the storm.

Because of Dong Linzhi's words, Zhong Mingcan once again stood in front of the familiar film and television building after four months.

He couldn't help sighing, stood still, the automatic door in front of him slowly opened, the timing was just right, and he was not given a chance to turn around and run away.

He stood there for a few seconds, and the door quietly waited for him to make a decision. Finally, he entered the door and walked to the backstage of the studio along his usual route.There was a person blocking the entrance of the backstage corridor, and I don't know how long he had been standing there.This scene is slightly similar to the first time he came to the TV station to record a program. At that time, he just arrived and had a few words with Zhu Zan in this corridor.

The man looked to be only 23 or [-] years old, with a solid figure. He might have just started working not long ago, but he already had a sleek and smooth face, but this kind of smoothness was not the same as that of Zhu Zan. The familiarity in the memory is withdrawn.

The man came up to him with a smile on his face, grabbed Zhong Mingcan's right hand and shook it twice: "Oh, hello, hello, you are Mr. Zhong Mingcan, right? You have heard your name for a long time! This It is really an honor for our show to invite you as a guest for the first time." Before he let go of his hand, the man gave him a hand, "I will take you to the waiting room."

The so-called first-time familiarity and second-time familiarity are all familiar operations. After Zhong Mingcan experienced it once, he didn't feel nervous anymore. He silently followed that person inside.

In fact, it's not his turn to feel nervous, that person has been chattering, he is really a "self-acquaintance".He walked a few steps and stopped suddenly, took out something from the shoulder bag he was carrying, turned around and groped for Zhong Mingcan, and skillfully put the "little bee" microphone on him.After going back and forth, even if Zhong Mingcan was a little cautious and coy when he first came in, it has been completely shattered by the Tang monk's nagging like chanting sutras.

"...You've done us a big favor by coming back. You don't know how difficult it is to invite guests to the current talent show. Please invite singers who sing too professionally. Either look down on singing and dancing idols, or There is not much popularity, please ask a singer with a lot of traffic but not professional enough. Maybe the players on the stage have not debuted for a long time, and the players and the audience are not happy. Originally, we wanted to invite you to be a judge mentor. You are professional and popular. High! But you don’t have Weibo, you don’t have an agent, and it’s not easy for us to get in touch,” the man turned around and glanced at Zhong Mingcan, and said with a smile, “But you see, we really have a good relationship, and you have become a special guest Guests! Not bad, not bad..."

That person probably has a position similar to that of Lei Zi, probably a director assistant or something, but he can say more than Lei Zi, Zhong Mingcan was dazed, and while echoing, he followed into a room. There are two plain white plates with several kinds of fruits on them, and the colorful colors are very beautiful under the light of the mirror lamp.

Zhong Mingcan wanted to enter, but was stopped by the guide.

He lowered his voice, whispered in Zhong Mingcan's ear, and said quickly: "When you enter this door, there will be a camera following you. Let me remind you first, it is..." He paused, as if Looking for words, no matter how Zhong Mingcan is, he is not an old fritter with rich program recording experience. He may not understand some trivial matters, so he needs to be straightforward.

So, he said it very straightforwardly: "That is, after you go in, it is best not to do some small actions, such as picking your nose or shaking your legs. Although it is not a bad habit, it is more or less unsightly. Well, the microphone on your body is very good at picking up sound. If you need to exhaust, go to the toilet or say something private, you can turn it off, or say something into the microphone that needs to be edited, and we will help you deal with it .”

Zhong Mingcan was very embarrassed by these meticulous instructions, but he knew that the other party was not malicious, so he smiled a few times and nodded: "Okay, I will remember." Then he entered the room.

The man made an "OK" gesture and bowed respectfully, "Please rest for a while, and I will visit you later." After speaking, he took a half step back and closed the door for him.

After this set of VIP treatment, Zhong Mingcan felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.It’s so different from the last recording. Whether it’s the layout of the lounge or the attitude of the staff, they are much more lively and mature than Zhu Zan’s show. In fact, he didn’t feel that he was treated badly before. It’s just that now he can feel every show. There also seem to be levels and distances between groups.

But fortunately, at least those who participated in the show together were old friends.

When Dong Linzhi floated in in a white dress, Zhong Mingcan was staring at the fruit plate in a daze. He was debating whether to take a bite. After all, the staff worked hard to prepare it. It's a pity that the good food is just a display.

Dong Linzhi walked in, glanced at his dumbfounded face, and immediately picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, with a puff on his cheek, he greeted Zhong Mingcan with a bright smile.

The mission of the fruit plate was completed, and he didn't need to do it himself. Zhong Mingcan heaved a sigh of relief and returned with a gentle smile.

Dong Linzhi's voice was also very happy: "We're working together again, old partner!"

"Yes." Zhong Mingcan answered very briefly.

"Wow, I finally made up for the regrets from last time. I feel so sorry for you," Dong Linzhi sighed, his expression gradually getting lonely, "I wanted to fight with you to the end, but it's a pity that my body can't hold it anymore, and it hurts you. Retire together..."

"Don't say that..." Of course Zhong Mingcan knew what Dong Linzhi meant by saying such nonsense, but he still felt it was unnecessary, frowned slightly, and wanted to say something to change the topic.

But was interrupted by Dong Linzhi: "You are a person who is too affectionate. In fact, it is completely unnecessary. It would be great to have another person inherit my 'legacy'. In the end, you just retired from the competition without saying a word. Alas, you let me How can I repay my kindness..."

Zhong Ming was at a loss for words, and his train of thought could not keep up with Dong Linzhi's script, so he had to remain silent.

"So, I have to perform well this time, and I will never let you down!" Dong Linzhi said firmly, and slapped Zhong Mingcan on the shoulder by the way.

Pat him awake.Zhong Mingcan straightened his back in a jerk, and said nonchalantly: "No, you are the judge's mentor, and I'm just a special guest. It's just this one time. I should not let you lose the chain."

"My God, don't be too gentle with me, it's hard for my sister not to be tempted!"

"Sister, uh, you are the one who is going to get married, so don't talk nonsense..." Zhong Mingcan's voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan. Dong Lin knew that he had announced the good news of his getting married not long ago, and now he has to use the CP tricks on him in front of the audience. If it is a set, Zhong Mingcan is not very willing.

Dong Linzhi laughed loudly, and she naturally changed the subject: "Hey, today is the audition, I was too hasty when I invited you back then, and you were unreasonable, and you agreed before you even explained what you were doing. I have submitted two documents, there are program rules and player resumes, let's take a look together..." As he spoke, he took two crimson file folders from the table in front of the vanity mirror, which had actually been there for a long time , Zhong Mingcan saw it when he first entered the room, but the staff didn't explain it. He didn't know if it was a decoration or a prop, so he didn't dare to act rashly, so he ignored it.

How did Dong Linzhi know that it contained player information? !

Zhong Mingcan was deeply shocked. He just heard from Ge Qiao that Dong Linzhi was an "old Jianghu" who had been in the entertainment industry for many years. Even though he had seen this woman so many times, he still only felt that this woman was easy-going, interesting, and generous. She really wanted to eat this bowl. It's food, but she has never really seen her powerful ability to control the field like today.

None of her words are nonsense, and almost none of her words are true, but it seems that every word comes from the heart, with an aura that makes it impossible to question.

Zhong Mingcan suddenly felt that his heart was lost. This feeling was like stepping on an ice floe and floating in the middle of the sea. The ice was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, but people could only watch and feel fear.

Dong Lin knew that the sense of security that this old friend brought him was like a piece of ice that gradually dissipated under the scorching cameras.

He felt a little out of breath, and unconsciously wanted to turn on his phone to send a message to Ge Qiao, wanting to find a sense of belonging to chat with, but suddenly remembered that the surrounding cameras might capture his phone screen, or even Expose their relationship.

Of course Zhong Mingcan knew that he would never care about disclosing his sexuality and love to millions of viewers and netizens. He could kiss Ge Qiao in public, bless him or insult him, and he didn't even blink his eyes. Instead, he just felt refreshed.But now he doesn't dare to do that at all.

Ge Qiao is his true love, the most real existence in this world that he can perceive, and he doesn't want to drag his only support into this dark sea.

Zhong Mingcan's hand that touched the phone seemed to be scalded, and he suddenly retracted.

After taking his seat at the guest table, Zhong Mingcan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the cameras were aimed at the exquisite main stage in front, and Zhong Mingcan sat in only a few seats, all placed directly in front, no longer shooting in all directions like in the waiting room.What's more, the eight guests gathered together, talking and laughing, and he is not the protagonist, so he can secretly hide behind and keep silent.

Dong Linzhi was different, she had done her homework before she came, and she was the oldest person in this group of guests, so she had to concentrate and skillfully receive the courtesies and flattery thrown by these children.If you go too far, you will be said to rely on the old and sell the old, and if you are indifferent, you will be called defiant.

It was too energy-consuming, one or two were okay, now six or seven "bazookas" came at once, the firepower was so fierce that her scalp was numb, and she had no time to care about Zhong Mingcan.

Of course Zhong Mingcan was happy, Dong Linzhi blocked all sight for him, and he just leisurely observed the surrounding environment.

I have to say that compared to Zhu Zan's show, this show looks like a big production that spent a lot of money.Before entering the waiting room, it seems that the enthusiastic and long-winded staff member mentioned that the director of this show is a pillar of Pingjing TV. All his works are very popular, especially topical, so the station dialed There is also a lot of funds, the program schedule is good, and there is still money left over to buy more snacks for the guests.

Just as he said with emotion that "Zhu Zan still has a long way to go", the lights on the main stage suddenly came on, and the spotlight flickered mercilessly, causing Zhong Mingcan to squint his eyes.

"Welcome to Brave New World, a cruel and vivid large-scale collective reality show competition program tailored for idols!"

The host's exaggerated voice floated over, and the guest seats were suddenly silent. Zhong Mingcan's ears instantly calmed down, and he glanced at Dong Linzhi's side from the corner of his eye. They all had professional big smiles on their faces, comparable to the scrambling and dancing just now. Much more stable.Dong Linzhi seemed to sense the sight, turned his face to look back at him, stuck out his tongue and smiled, which was much more playful than the calm and composed look just now.

After going through a cutscene with the script, the audition officially started.

There are four mentors and judges, and four are special guests. They are all acquaintances of the mentors and judges who contacted and negotiated on their own. Zhong Mingcan is the special guest invited by Dong Linzhi. He is not clear about his position, whether to help or serve the mentors and judges , so he seldom spoke, and only said a few words when Dong Linzhi asked for opinions.

Dong Lin knew that the guest on the other side saw it. He was an actor, dressed in fashionable clothes, and was invited by his friends to experience the feeling of being a talent show judge.He suddenly asked, "Is Teacher Zhong in a bad mood?"

Zhong Mingcan shook his head: "No, I just don't know what to do."

"Seeing that you don't talk much, I thought it was because these children were too weak, which made you feel bad."

"I usually don't talk much." Zhong Mingcan said.

"I'm sorry," the actor smiled, "Because I saw you and Sister Dong on TV before, talking and laughing, I thought you would be very close after changing the show..."

The camera was on, and the word "intimacy" was very delicate. Zhong Mingcan couldn't figure out how much of a joke or sarcasm there was in this sentence.

Dong Linzhi just kept a decent smile, changed the topic for him in a timely manner, paused his hands, and stared at the information paper with a little surprise: "Lucifer is also here to participate in the competition?"

Zhong Mingcan hurriedly turned back a few pages after hearing the sound, and indeed saw several familiar names.

"That's right," whoever's head was poked over there, and said, "If that hadn't happened, they would have returned in a while, hey, it's not as good as God..."

What "that thing" refers to, everyone knows.

Also because of this sentence, when seeing Quying, Sui Qiang, and Kale come on stage one by one, Zhong Mingcan's heart suddenly jumped softly, wrapped in water vapor, and bumped into his eye sockets a few times.

He quickly propped his elbows on the table, raised his cheek with one hand, pressed the tips of his ring fingers to the corners of his eyes, and put on a look of interest in the people on the stage. In front of those dark and cold machines, he could barely conceal Live the bitterness in my heart.

"Hello, judges, we are Lucifer, I am the lead singer Qu Ying... I am the lead dancer Suiqiang... I am Maknae Kale... Please take care of me!"

"These three people look quite harmonious standing together." I don't know who it is, said such a sentence.

"Well, and each has their own responsibilities, which is quite even, without any major loopholes." Others echoed.

"What was the role of Ah Qing in it before?" the third person asked.

"Captain, it seems to be the lead singer."

"Ah, that's no wonder, it doesn't seem to be a serious problem now..."

"Don't say that, being the captain is very tiring. The captain of our group is very hard. He is the mouthpiece between the members and the manager before and after the run. If the members make mistakes, the captain will be punished. It's hard to be complained by the members every day like this. It's not nice!"

His special guest is also a member of the group, and he said: "You know how hard it is to be the captain, and you still make mistakes every day!"

The man laughed and laughed: "Oh, I often invite the captain to eat to apologize!"

Dong Linzhi didn't mix in the small talk, she picked up the microphone, and asked the three people who were a bit cramped on the stage, "Why did you come to this show?"

Quying lowered her head halfway, and replied, "Because I don't want to give up my dream of being an idol."

"Most of our shows are amateurs or trainees who haven't debuted before, but you are idols."

Qu Ying never raised his head, his eyes were fixed on the green tape stuck on the ground, which was used to confirm the position of the center of the stage, he looked at it in a daze, and the tone of his words seemed to be floating in the air: "Lucifer has only debuted for less than a year. It is really an honor for us to gain so many fans. We are grateful to everyone from the bottom of our hearts. Today, we stand on this stage to tell everyone that Lucifer is still there. And it will continue forever, we are still working hard, never less enthusiastic than any amateur or trainee..."

Sui Qiang also raised the microphone and took the conversation. Compared with Qu Ying, he still couldn't control his emotions well, and his voice even trembled, "Everyone knows that the recent period has been very difficult for the three of us. What a torment, actually the manager and the boss didn't let us bring up that matter on stage, for fear of disturbing him... We really cherish this opportunity very much, and we are very grateful..." The voice trembled too much, He couldn't go on.

Kale was still the same as last time I saw him, submissive, with his neck bent and his head deeply buried, looking over from the guest seats, he couldn't see his face at all.

It is rare for Zhong Mingcan to take the initiative to raise the microphone in front of him. The distance is too far, and he can only see the appearance of each of them clearly through the large LED screen on the wall. , when you are ready, start your stage."

"You are preparing a self-composed song, right?" Dong Linzhi glanced at the information in his hand and asked.

"Yes, it's my own composition." Qu Ying said.

"Courage is admirable," one of the mentor judges laughed. "It's a risky move to choose your own self-composed music on the talent show. If you don't succeed, you will succeed."

"If we want to continue to be mediocre idols, we won't come here." Qu Ying replied calmly.

The judge beamed: "Very good! Well said! Old... I just like young people like you! Good! Then start your performance!"

A girl ran up to the stage, handed Qu Ying a guitar, and a few more people came up and set up three Limai. It seemed that this was a singing-based performance, and Sui Qiang could only honestly be the sub-vocalist.

The guitar strings sounded, the male voice played, the melody was faint, accompanied by beautiful lyrics.

Kale is still in charge of the rap part. Although his psychological quality is not strong, he can still make people shine after he really stands on the stage.

Sui Qiang tied his hands and feet and lost his trump card, but after all, he is also a trained idol who has debuted, and the cleverness revealed in his eyebrows can still win him a great sense of presence.

But Zhong Mingcan just stared at the guitar and the hand holding the string, lost in thought.

After the song was over, the piano was collected, and the three bowed together.

When it came to the judging session, "I have a question," Dong Linzhi still started, "Where did the inspiration for your self-composed song come from?"

"Actually, it's not such an inspiration worth mentioning. I read a poem before, by Borges, called "Mystery." After the performance, Quying finally relaxed, and she didn't speak like she did when she sang. So clear, after that, he began to recite the poem, "I am still singing here today, and tomorrow I will die, without knowing where to go, living on a wonderful and desolate planet, without time, without before and after. This Mystic assertion. I am convinced that I shall not go to heaven, but I shall not go to hell. But I do not prophesy. Our history is as changeable as the shape of Proteus. When this adventure is over, put me When handed over to the strange experience of death, what wandering labyrinth will I encounter, what dazzling white light will I see? I will drink your crystal clear oblivion, forever, but nothing like the past[Note]. I think this The poem is beautiful, life is full of surprises, on the contrary, life is full of surprises, and it is precisely because of the intertwining of these surprises and surprises that the stories of each of us are created."

"Wow, you are really talented, you can say such profound words at such a young age!" The actor leaned forward and praised Qu Ying, it was obvious that he admired Qu Ying very much.

"Yeah, it's really good, the arrangement is smooth, and the timbre is special." The member of the idol group who always invited the captain to dinner also nodded in agreement.

"I don't think there is any other problem, either..."

At this time, Zhong Mingcan suddenly snorted softly, which sounded like a sneer. Dong Linzhi was sitting next to him. When he heard it, he subconsciously looked over, let alone a sneer. He was staring at Qu Ying's face on the big LED screen.

Dong Linzhi asked him, "Ming Can, what do you think?"

"This song is simply mental garbage," he said with a deadpan expression, without laughing or anger, and very calmly, "it is also a blasphemy against this poem."

If the camera was close enough, it could capture the sudden constriction of the pupils of the three people on the stage, but it reacted too slowly to seize this half-second opportunity.

The judges also did not dare to breathe. You know, they just praised this group of performances, and they were suddenly belittled as "spiritual garbage" by professional music producers. I couldn't help muttering in my heart.

"Why do you say that?" Dong Linzhi had never seen Zhong Mingcan say such heavy words before, it was completely different from the refined and gentle boy she knew.Although she didn't show it on the surface, she was actually tense in her heart. If Zhong Mingcan didn't give a reasonable explanation now, I don't know what the cut of today's show will be.This director is not Zhu Zan, he will neither protect him nor consider his thoughts.

"I have heard your self-composed music, I have heard your self-composed music," Zhong Mingcan did answer obediently, but he ignored Dong Linzhi. He was staring at Qu Ying on the stage, but he was so far away that he didn't even know the song. Yingzhi didn't know that she was talking to him.Zhong Mingcan suppressed the urge to frown, and because he was holding back his energy, he couldn't help clenching his fists. In order to cover up this movement, he had to pick up the information paper and squeeze it into his hands. In the microphone, he instantly became the focus of the audience.But Zhong Mingcan didn't notice it, and continued, "You are obviously good at using minor keys, and you are also very good at using portamento. You are already very professional and proficient in technique and music theory, and the arrangement is also generous. Why are you so careful this time? Even Changed this song to the '4536251' of the bad street, and it became a mediocre and uninteresting love song. The lyrics are only about love and love. Does it have anything to do with the theme of the "Mystery" you memorized? "

This unquestionable tone led everyone in the jury to form a strange circle of silence. Among the people present, except for Dong Linzhi, no one was qualified to question the music producer with a professional background, and Dong Linzhi listened quietly, As if sensing something, he frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.

She pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, took out the three carefully written and full resume papers, and pressed them back under the folder. Dong Linzhi's voice was soft and touching, and it belonged to a singer: "Okay." , Everyone’s attitude has been expressed, let’s announce the results next, our group has unified opinions and chose to be eliminated, I’m sorry.”

"I also chose to be eliminated. Unfortunately, because you are idols, you have a relatively high starting point compared to other players, so your expectations and requirements for you will also increase. Sorry, you did not meet our expectations..."

"Sorry, we thought so too..."

In the end, except for the group of actors who chose to pass because they liked the poem, all other groups chose to be eliminated.

Watching the backs of the three of them leaving, Kale's footsteps were a little unsteady, and he followed the other two alone, stumbling a few times before walking off the stage. Zhong Mingcan saw in his eyes, he...maybe crying again.

This kid who grew up in the greenhouse used to have an umbrella to protect him from the wind and rain, so he could be carefree and ignorant of worldly affairs. Now that the umbrella is lost, he can only let him follow the remaining brothers well in the future. up.

Dong Linzhi's smiling voice came from beside him: "I understand the pursuit of excellence in music and high demands on active idols, but why are you so rude when you speak?"

"No, I've said it very politely," Zhong Mingcan's hand slowly slid down as if he had let go of his strength, and touched his waist. His voice was very soft and gentle, completely gone from the coldness just now, "This song song……"

He turned off the radio microphone attached to his body.

"It was written by Kong Qingshan."

[Note] This poem is "Mystery" in Borges' "Another, Same".

[Note] 4536251: An extremely commonly used chord combination, also known as "universal chord", as long as you know this set of chords, you can play and sing basically all love songs in the world.

The author has something to say: This chapter has almost completely written the characters of Zhong Mingcan and Dong Linzhi~ I don’t know if the story after that is considered cool or not...Anyway, it’s right if I write it well~

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