Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

The melody flowed out from the computer, and the extremely dynamic rhythm shook the air, dust and mood of some people in the office.

Manager Liu waited endlessly, forcing himself to drink a whole glass of tasteless white water with a smile on his face, and finally waited for the long-awaited signal for peace. Jumping up, he took out his phone and raised his hand to grab Qu Ying who was beside him.

He raised his voice and echoed: "Yes, yes, let's take a photo together, take a photo together, meet new colleagues, hasn't the official blog been posted for a long time? I will upload a group photo in a while, there is no other meaning, Quan Dang The work is to welcome the new leaders in the new workplace, and then give the children to complete the daily business tasks..."

The reconciliation was too smooth, Zhong Mingcan was too cooperative, and Manager Liu became a little out of words when he was excited.

In fact, no matter how you conceal it, your intentions cannot be more obvious.As long as a group photo of Zhong Mingcan and Qu Ying is posted on the official blog, the rumors of discord will be resolved. Fans are already the best at loving houses and black people, and the slanderous words about Zhong Mingcan will gradually disappear by then, and Mr. Zhong will feel better , Lucifer's life will be easier in the future.

What Manager Liu can figure out, Zhong Mingcan can also figure out.

Zhong Mingcan turned around and greeted Zhou Hang: "Xiao Zhou, help me to take some photos."

First, there was a group photo of five people. Lucifer and Manager Liu hugged Zhong Mingcan in the center. Accompanied by Manager Liu's laughter from time to time, he fought alone, trying to make some movement to relieve the embarrassment, trying to let the camera capture the most enjoyable that second.

"One, two..."

"Eggplant!!" Manager Liu suddenly yelled, causing Zhong Mingcan, who was standing on his left, to tremble with fright, and his right ear buzzed.Sui Qiang, who was standing on the other side of Manager Liu, quickly made a correct judgment with his years of training, and softly matched the final sound: "...Zi!"

Half iceberg, half volcano, compared with the two people on the right, Zhong Mingcan's left ear is quiet.

At the end of the group photo, Manager Liu adjusted his glasses and put on a big smile. There was a horizontal line on his cheekbone by the frame of the frame. He tentatively asked, "Either... take a picture of each other?" He said, He pushed Sui Qiang at his side to Zhong Mingcan.

Sui Qiang jumped up and down like a little monkey, his eyes flashed blankly for a moment, but then a hand wrapped around his shoulder.Zhong Mingcan's voice contained a smile and was extremely friendly: "Okay, let's take a photo."

There was a sudden rustling sound from the computer, which seemed to be the noise accidentally mixed in from the recording studio, or like current friction. No matter what kind, it is a bad experience for musicians, and it is easy for people to doubt their professionalism. level.

Zhong Mingcan solemnly apologized for this: "I'm sorry, this is already the best noise reduction effect we can achieve for this song." Before the prelude was played, he let go of the hand on Suiqiang's shoulder, almost Walked to the computer desk, swipe the mouse, "Change to another one."

The new song tuned out by him is obviously much more refined than the one just now.Thirteen versions of the work have been changed, and the quality is no joke.Zhong Mingcan has been used to doing experimental music these years, and always likes to pursue fresh impact. I remember that in order to increase the weirdness of this song, Zhong Mingcan specially borrowed a hand disc from the homeless in front of the old Ximen to record it. Let Kong Qingshan knock and play in the room.

Hearing the familiar melody again after such a long time, I still feel that such a finished product and such creativity will not show off anywhere.

This is the crystallization of inspiration that the two of them have been thinking about day and night. Zhong Mingcan was immersed in the feeling of loneliness, and his smile at the camera couldn't help but warm up several degrees.

Zhou Zhouhang stared at the little people in the camera, saw the master smiling happily, and then grinned, and his attitude towards these guests became warmer, "Hey, you stand here a little bit, right? , a little closer to Mr. Zhong, a little closer! Hey, okay, that's it! Hiss..." Pressed the shutter a few times, lowered his head and played back the camera in his hand, and took a breath.Zhou Zhouhang found something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.It stands to reason that the people in the photos are already very handsome, and his photography skills are also passable. It is impossible to distort the faces, hug the shoulders, shout the eggplant, and smile...why does this person smile so much? Ugly?

Sui Qiang froze the corners of his mouth and forced a smile on his face. He was locked in Zhong Mingcan's arms, like a confused quail.There was beautiful music coming from his ear, but his heart was beating faintly with unease, obviously there was a subtle sense of familiarity, but when he tried to identify where that sense of familiarity came from, he couldn't find it.

According to his professional ability, it is still not enough to distinguish whether the two carefully modified songs use the same music sample, but his intuition is still there, and his mind is very vivid. face, the second thought jumped out of the phrase "my song will be used for the next album, so I will use this song to compete", the third thought jumped out of Zhong Mingcan's phrase "spiritual garbage", and the fourth thought The idea jumped out of a night when the training ended and I ran into the captain humming an unfamiliar tune alone in the storage room of the practice room next door, and the smile when I turned around and saw myself lying on the window peeping.

He put all the clues together randomly, and suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

The kind of unabashed targeting in front of the camera may have nothing to do with the musician's judgment on the level of music, nor is it a script gimmick for the audience to show off, but Zhong Mingcan's contempt and reprimand from the heart.

Sui Qiang only dared to glance at Qu Ying from the corner of his eyes, and he still had a little luck in his heart, that was the talented second brother he got along with day and night, it was impossible for him to do such a thing.But what he saw just confirmed his most terrifying guess.

Quying's face turned black for a while and turned green for a while, and she just stood there in a daze.Considering his cleverness, he is not a god after all. He can't guess that Kong Qingshan has created so much "spiritual garbage" that is ashamed to be seen by others. Raised his hand and hit him in the face.

As for Zhong Mingcan, he sat firmly in the guest seat and quietly watched his jokes for 4 minutes.

Zhong Mingcan has always had a condescending attitude.On the seat in the center of the practice room on the basement floor of Qianli Entertainment, on the first name of the promotional copy of the mysterious guest of the "Brave New World" program, on the guest seat ten meters away from the stage, in the Hertz company In the inner office on the seventh floor, in the group photo of five people just saved in the camera.

He safely enjoys the eye-catching position in the middle, accepts the belittling and praise of the most authoritative music critics, and also gives belittling or praise to others.He can easily bring a past actress to make a comeback, and he can also order an idol member to work alone.He let himself lose to Kong Qingshan again and again, even if he died, he would not be able to get out of his shadow.

He just used a semi-finished song that would never be released, and without any other actions or words, he easily humiliated himself, making him unable to lift his head.

"Qu Ying, come on, raise your head," his voice seemed to float slowly from far away, "We're going to take a photo." He was extremely gentle.

"Smile, your fans, your teammates, so many people are watching you."

He is a devil.

tenth floor.

Ge Qiao tidied up the desk that had nothing on it, and was so busy watering the green plants in the office. He checked with Xiaoyuan twice whether the work that should be handed over was clearly explained, and was about to find Zheng Xixi again. After a few instructions, it suddenly occurred to me that she had brought three groups to visit the set today, so she had no choice but to give up.

Yuan Xiaoyuan went out, and he was left alone in the office again, surprisingly quiet.Ge Qiao took a deep breath, inhaling a big mouthful of the dirty air that is characteristic of the office in a long-term closed state.His two-month vacation can finally begin.

Holding a briefcase full of documents in one hand and a dead laptop in the other, when the elevator door opened, he raised his eyes to meet Shang Yangli's gaze.

Ge Qiao was taken aback.The person in front of him was indeed a bit unrecognizable, his complexion was gray, his cheeks were severely slumped, even the greasy beer belly that had been greasy for thousands of years had disappeared a lot, his whole person was dry and lifeless.On Yangli's left stood a lawyer in a suit and leather shoes and carrying a file bag, and on his right stood a policeman in a dark blue uniform. They were like Yangli's left and right guardians.

Ge Qiao hesitated for a moment, but decided to take this elevator downstairs.

But he didn't intend to speak, but Yangli couldn't bear this short speechless practice, so he took the initiative to speak: "From tomorrow, Qianli will officially belong to your company." His voice was also dry, and his voice was hoarse.

Sorry, I will go home and rest from today.Ge Qiao thought to himself, and said slowly: "Well, I know."

"Today, [-] artists have signed under the name of Hertz. Seven trainees will stay in the company and continue to practice. They will wait for the evaluation at the end of the month to see if they want to sign. Three have terminated their contracts and returned home, and one has gone to another company." Unexpectedly, Yangli, who had fallen into Pingyang, still continued without looking at Ge Qiao as usual.

"Oh." Except for a cold monotone, Ge Qiao couldn't answer anything.

Yangli suddenly turned around to face Ge Qiao, he clasped his hands in front of him, and stood upright, this was already the greatest submission he could make to Ge Qiao at this age at his status and age.He couldn't make a loud voice anymore, so he had to make his tone as solemn as possible: "From now on, we will be colleagues, and I ask Mr. Ge to take care of these children."

Ge Qiao opened his mouth, wanting to explain that he will not be here for the next two months, he asked the wrong person.But in the end he didn't say anything, and responded with a slight "hmm".

"Then thank you." Yangli said.

The elevator reached the first floor, and as soon as the door opened, the policeman quickly pressed the button to open the door, and raised his hand to signal Ge Qiao to go first.

At this time, Yang Li behind him seemed to chuckle lightly, Ge Qiao still wanted to look back to see if it was his own illusion, but he held back.

But he soon realized that this was not his illusion.Yangli's voice was dry and weak, but the words were clear: "Mr. Ge, I always thought that what you sent me was a Fuwa, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be the Great Plague God."

Ge Qiao paused.

He turned around, put the things in his hands on the ground lightly, and stood upright with his back straight, his hands clasped in front of him, as solemn as him, but louder than his voice: "Qingshan is a good man. My child, please express your condolences."

After the group photo was over, he was pestered by Manager Liu to gossip for a while, and Zhong Mingcan accompanied him with a smile the whole time. The original task was delayed for a long time before it was completed.

When he got home, Ge Qiao had already showered and was lying on the sofa watching TV.

There is a white plate on the table, which is sprinkled with fruit pieces of different sizes like a hill, but it knows how to match colors, a circle of red, a circle of white, and a circle of green.

"Pitaya, apple, kiwi!" Ge Qiao saw Zhong Mingcan enter the door, still chewing on a piece of apple, raised the small fork in his hand, and introduced to him one by one, "I cut it all."

Zhong Mingcan leaned over, and Ge Qiao immediately forked a small piece of red and put it into his mouth: "I tasted it all, and the dragon fruit in the middle is the sweetest."

The dragon fruit of this season is just right. "So happy today?" Zhong Mingcan leaned on the back of the sofa, stroking Ge Qiao's cheek with one hand, where there was a small hard lump pushed up by pieces of fruit, but it still felt soft to the touch.

Ge Qiao picked up another piece of fruit for himself, his mouth was full, so he could only vaguely say: "Happy holidays are about to begin, and Ge Qiao's era has ushered in a new era, of course I am happy."

Hearing this, Zhong Mingcan sighed, leaned down, put his cheek close to Ge Qiao's forehead, and rubbed it: "If you really don't plan to work at Hertz, I don't want to stay there either, so I'll go with you."

Put it lightly.

Ge Qiao rubbed his hair, now he knew about the "slave contract" that Zhong Mingcan signed with Boss Ma, and now hearing what he said, he couldn't help but regret it for him.Ge Qiao reprimanded gently: "Silly boy, do you think you are stupid?"

"Not stupid." Zhong Mingcan retorted stubbornly.If he was allowed to go back to that time, he might still choose this deal. He really couldn't think of a more effective way than "airborne" to attract the attention of the workaholic Ge Qiao.Talent is meant to be squandered, and he is making the best use of it.

But Ge Qiao still relentlessly taught this single-minded boyfriend a lesson: "At that time, there was me, and there was Yao Yao. You asked my opinion, and you met her twice. With so many choices, in the end you actually Or did you decide to sell yourself..."

Zhong Mingcan moved his head slightly, stared down at Ge Qiao who was concentrating on feeling sorry for her boyfriend, and asked, "Then tell me, would you fall in love with an artist in the company?"

Ge Qiao shook his head: "Impossible."

"Then would you fall in love with a new employee in the company?"

"Hiss—" Reflecting on himself, "No..." He still has a clear understanding of his lofty heart.

"Then would you fall in love with a vagrant?"

Ge Qiao knew that he had been detoured into the ditch by him, so he chose to remain silent and stuffed two extra kiwis into his mouth, trembling from the sourness.

Even if he refused to continue answering, Zhong Mingcan's three questions still got the answers he wanted, and he smiled very satisfied: "Look, did I know you very well since then!"

Ge Qiao was wronged by what he said, and he couldn't win him with his mouth, so he started to play tricks, he stalked his neck, and turned his face away from Zhong Mingcan's stare: "Then why don't you ask me if I will fall in love with a man? "

Even if he was so shameless, Zhong Mingcan didn't care at all. He couldn't see his face anymore, so he kissed the neck that was exposed outside, and said lightly: "It's okay, just bend it."

Ge Qiao was startled, and turned around suddenly: "I didn't see it! You are this kind of person..."

Zhong Mingcan snorted lightly, and his breath happened to hit Ge Qiao's Adam's apple, which made him turn his face away again.

"I've made up my mind. If you like men too, everyone will be happy. If you don't, I'll brainwash you. If you're straight steel, at worst, I'll be 'Mr. Butterfly'..."

Don't look at his soft voice, every word can make Ge Qiao usher in a wave of fresh shock, he can't help but roar "Wow", the voice has not yet fallen, at this time the Adam's apple is suddenly revealed by this The guy caught it.He didn't dare to move anymore.

"Are you afraid?" Zhong Mingcan was very arrogant and frightened him inarticulately.

He was like a wild wolf meeting his favorite prey, and even let out a few low laughs from his throat, squinting his eyes and carefully nibbling Ge Qiao's unsuspecting Adam's apple, as if he was tasting delicious food.Zhong Mingcan used his teeth to gently grind the outline of the small piece of hard object, and occasionally the tip of his tongue seemed to touch it, making Ge Qiao's scalp numb.

Ge Qiao hated himself for being more and more unbelievable.It must be hard, but if it goes on like this, it will probably be time to ejaculate in a while.

He glanced at the clock on the wall from the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to push Zhong Mingchan's shoulder. The deadly part was restrained, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the wolf in front of him who didn't know whether it was mad or in estrus. .But no matter what, Ge Qiao is also the only wolf trainer here, and it is easy for him to give orders, and he arranges it clearly in a few words: "First lock the door, change your clothes, take a shower, and then carry me in." .”

The author has something to say: [Note] M. Butterfly: A film produced in 1993, written by David Henry Hwang and directed by David Cronenberg.