Pei Tingsong understood Fang Juexia's words almost instantly.
The vast majority of people in this world, looking for true love in the vast sea of people every day, are paralyzed by a period of good stories to the point that they will be able to love someone for a lifetime. Everyone thinks that what they get is honey that will not be diluted for a lifetime. In fact, most of them are inferior canned food that expires quickly. The poisonous industrial chemicals are fed by mouthfuls, and after the sweet hallucinations dissipate, only painful sequelae remain, ranging from several months to several years, or even a lifetime.
No one can deny the existence of rational numbers, but compared to dense irrational numbers, those sparse points are rarer than meteors.
He suddenly became curious, so he spoke without hesitation.
"Suppose, I'm just making a hypothesis," Pei Tingsong asked, looking into Fang Juexia's eyes, "If you really fall in love with someone one day, what will happen to you?"
Fang Juexia looked at each other in silence, her eyes swaying uncontrollably. He was questioned. This question seems to have been separated from his life plan since he became sensible. He never thought about the possibility of who he fell in love with, let alone make assumptions in advance in his mind.
"I don't know." He finally said the truth. "This assumption is meaningless. Humans are a collection of complex physiological mechanisms. You can hardly control even a single nerve of your own, let alone..."
What's more, it is to control the emotion of loving someone.
He didn't finish the rest of the words, don't know why, facing Pei Tingsong, he couldn't say it, so he swallowed it back, shrugged, and threw the question back, "What about you?"
"Me?" Pei Tingsong thought for a while, "Although I haven't seen any true love, I don't want to pursue anything. But if it does appear..."
"I won't hide." He raised his eyebrows. "Even if I choose an irrational number, it doesn't matter. I will treat him as a rational number. It sounds a bit idealistic, but I think some things can be done for me. Transferred by will."
Fang Juexia admired his courage. If he said this from other populations, there was a sense of moth fighting the fire, but Pei Tingsong said it seemed different.
"The same is true of your mother, waiting with her own will. At least in her heart, what she holds is still a rational number. Her love is not dead yet."
He said this, Fang Juexia admitted. Deep down in the mother's heart, that person will always come back. But Fang Juexia didn't believe it, "But you can see from her that failed love is the overwhelming majority. You haven't even seen a successful sample with your own eyes. Don't you fear that you will step into failure?"
Facing Fang Juexia’s questioning, Pei Tingsong seemed very relaxed, “I am not afraid of failure, let alone low probability and scarcity. On the contrary, I like it very much.”
He said word by word, boldly and bluntly, "I want the most scarce things."
Fang Juexia was speechless. They are the crystallization of failed families, but one indulges only for freedom, the other precisely avoids mistakes, holds diametrically opposite concepts, and is also an extreme attitude towards love. But even so, Fang Juexia had to admit that she was persuaded by Pei Tingsong.
Pei Tingsong's cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting the game of love. After he connected, he simply replied a few words and then hung up.
"The boss asked us to go to the company and finish the title song together." He stood up and stretched. Fang Juexia also stood up, put the pot of cactus in a safe corner, took the watering can and sprayed some water, observed it, and sprayed it again. Then he discovered something unexpectedly, his tone was a little surprised, and he muttered to himself, "Is it about to bloom?"
Pei Tingsong looked at him squatting on the ground earnestly pulling the top of the cactus, and couldn't help but laugh again.
"Fang Juexia, as for you, you just live with your grandfather's shell."
Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant, turned around and looked over, still holding a small watering can in his hand.
"Your dad is a person who regards art as his life, and your mother is desperate for love. Don't you pay attention to science? The power of genes is very powerful. You are the child of these two people." Pei Tingsong puts his hands in his pockets, his mouth corners. With a smile, "So you are actually a romantic in your heart."
"You have to admit it one day."
After speaking, he left, leaving Fang Juexia alone, froze for a minute, then turned and stared at the cactus.
Romantics, these five words have a hyperbolic relationship with him.
The boss Chen Zhengyun was also there when he rushed to the company. He had heard Fang Juexia's demo without lyrics beforehand, and he admired him greatly, and found that he was naturally sensitive to melody. To a large extent, composing is a talented job, and it is difficult for some people to write a high-light melody that grasps the ears even if they work hard to learn the knowledge of music theory.
"I have been training you in the direction of the dance shoulder, and I feel that the route is particularly correct. Looking at the company now, I really almost missed a treasure." Chen Zhengyun himself was also a singer-songwriter in the past, and has transformed into a very good production before starting the company. People, wrote a lot of songs, and the other party Jue Xia's talent is not hesitating to praise, "Since he is the main hit, we still hope that he will not only become a performance song that is more melody, but should be sung so that people can listen to it once. Can remember."
Another composer in the company played their modified song on the guitar.
"This is the third edition. We have been discussing it for a few hours, and Ziyan will work with us when he comes back."
Pei Tingsong sat aside, "If you change too much, your ears will become numb, and you can't tell whether it's good or bad."
"So I called you over." Chen Zhengyun began to beat him again, "How about you, how about the lyrics? Can you suppress the concept of this song?"
Pei Tingsong tells the truth, "I'm quite confused now, this song is a bit mixed, and there are so many concepts that I can hardly figure out a core..."
As he said, the door opened again, and Jiang Miao and Ling Yi also came in, "You are all here."
"I'm late." Jiang Miao moved a chair and sat down. Chen Zhengyun said it was okay, "Xiao Miao, I asked them to bring your piano."
Everyone started the discussion again. Fang Juexia was still recalling the melody played by the composer before, and the melody was split in his mind, one by one, even one by one.
While others were discussing, Fang Juexia himself sat in front of an electronic piano, played a very simple chord, and then tried to hum and restore the melody of the composer, but he would get stuck every time he reached the middle, and he tried again. Once, it was still the case.
Pei Tingsong also found that he was trying on his own, so he sneaked over and sat next to him, "Have an idea?"
"I think you were right." Fang Juexia put his hands on the black and white keys. "Our melody is too full and not smooth. In fact, it is completely unnecessary. Randian can be solved with an arrangement. Overfull melody is easy to make. When people listen, they feel confused and can't remember the tone."
He tried to chop off a part of the melody and then hum, and the sense of hearing suddenly improved. Pei Tingsong nodded, "But this will reduce the intensity."
"No." Fang Juexia was affirmative, "because what I play for you now is the simplest chord. Arrangement is the soul of dance music. The melody is not too refined, and a good arrangement can fully reflect the level, rhythm and rhythm of the song. artistic conception."
Seeing his serious look, Pei Tingsong suddenly felt that Fang Juexia was particularly good-looking.
As he strummed, Fang Juexia suddenly remembered the tune Jiang Miao played when he was practicing the piano last night, the famous pipa song "Ambush on Ten Sides". At that time, he even ran to listen to it. The imposing manner of retreating thousands of horses.
There was a melody in his mind, and only a few humming words caught Pei Tingsong's attention, "This is nice, and the connection of several transposes has a Chinese-style feeling."
Fang Juexia smiled and played on the keyboard again. Others were also attracted. Chen Zhengyun looked at him and asked, "Is this what you just wrote?"
The movement stopped, Fang Juexia memorized the score, and then explained his thoughts to everyone, "We have been adding things to the melody before, and the more and more complicated. It may be because I have not participated in the previous composition, only After listening to the well-arranged demo, it can be regarded as a pure listener's point of view. I just heard the piano version of the composition played by the teacher, and I found that we actually filled the melody too full, and it was hard to listen to the high-complex arrangement. Come out, but you can find it with the piano alone."
He tried to play the main song in the composition, "A good dance music, even with the simplest chords, can be heard well without plugging in. This is melody. I just tried to play it and found this There are a lot of redundant parts in the song. Cut some and add a repetitive ear-grabbing melody."
Listening to the tune he played, Pei Tingsong suddenly thought of something and said to Jiang Miao, "Brother Miao, can you play a piece of Guzheng?"
Fang Juexia couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard him say this. Before he said it, Pei Tingsong had already understood what he was thinking in his heart, which was unbelievable.
Jiang Miao smiled and sat beside the piano, glued his nails, "What to play?"
"Just strumming. I'll go in with your strumming." Fang Juexia's hand also placed the keyboard, waiting for Jiang Miao's signal. He half-downed his head, his fingertips gathered slightly, his wrist flicked and a sound was swept, like a killing wind.
This is the effect Fang Juexia wants. When he swept the second sound, the timbre of the electronic piano went in instead of the main song, and Fang Juexia hummed out the transmutation. He Ziyan quickly realized the style he wanted and took out the pad to beat the rhythm.
The entire cooperation was very simple and temporary, but it was surprisingly blended. Fang Juexia continued, "Only the elements were given before, but there was no main concept. It seemed very confusing. But yesterday I heard Brother Miao practice the piano with pipa music. I think our song this time can be based on the concept of warriors."
He usually doesn't talk very much, but when he talks about his understanding of music and stage, he is full of eyes. "It's like the war drums and formations of the ancient marching, and the sword dance. These are the same as singing and dancing. We are the same. We. You can take the concept of a fighter and use a strong rhythmic and aggressive arrangement with a composition that brings a sense of sadness and conviction. I believe that we can well integrate the effects we wanted before."
He Ziyan suddenly got inspiration and used his midi to pick out an electronic sound on the spot, which was very similar to the sound of a sword. He said to Jiang Miao, "Sweep it again."
Midi's sword-like sound and guzheng strumming are integrated, just like a swordsman.
"Okay, this concept is very good." Chen Zhengyun said again, "At that time, the real sword sound can be sampled, and when combined with the electronic sound, there is a feeling of interlacing between reality and reality. It should be closer to the sense of the scene of the sword and the shadow of the sword."
Suddenly, Pei Tingsong was inspired. He seemed to have seen the scene of a fight against the water, so he immersed himself in writing a few words to set the tone.
People in a room stayed through the whole night for a song without feeling tired at all. Later, Lu Yuan also came, and they sorted out the complete melody. Pei Tingsong gave the first version of the lyrics almost immediately, and they simply Move to the recording studio and record the demo with words.
When I came out of the recording studio, the sky was completely bright. The six boys collapsed on the big sofa in the recording studio, head to head, and Chen Zhengyun teased that they were like a litter of puppies. Fang Juexia feels lucky that although they did not debut in a large resource-rich company, they have more creative freedom.
"In the past few days, we have rushed to work out the arrangement. Everyone practiced and strived for the next month. No, the notice will be issued next month."
"We finally have a second major!" Ling Yi bit on He Ziyan's jacket excitedly, and was slapped open by him. "You really are a Chihuahua."
Kaleido's popularity is increasing day by day, and more and more work is coming to contact, but in preparation for the second series, the company has pushed down a lot of commercial activities. Except for some variety shows and endorsements signed before, no other work has been arranged, so that they can Practice attentively. In the final analysis, Caledo is a boy group, and popularity and exposure are important, but the foundation of the boy group is still the song and stage. Only by handing in a satisfactory answer, their current popularity will not become one. A bubble that bursts when touched.
While the song was being produced, they also started a new round of modeling planning and MV planning. Star Chart paid a lot of money to hire a stage costume designer to design costumes for the six of them for MV shooting and singing performances. The company used to be too poor and didn't have much money to put on styling. Now Caledo is starting to make money, and the money is also used on the blade.
Pei Tingsong has never dyed his hair because of his daily studies, but the concept of this return is very aggressive. This is the most consistent with Pei Tingsong. Hair dyeing is a great tool to attract attention. . The planner and stylist made many plans. His original hair color was too dark. They bleached the hair and dyed it silver.
Dyeing your hair is a chore. Pei Tingsong was already working hard while going to school and practicing. He couldn't sleep late on weekends. He was picked up and bleached early, so sleepy he slept several times, and woke up feeling hungry.
"So sleepy." The hair dyer couldn't help laughing.
"Too sleepy." Pei Tingsong saw their plan and thought of something, so he asked the hair dyer, "What is Xia's hair color this time?"
"Jexia, he may be dyed black this time."
black hair. Pei Tingsong imagined that Fang Juexia's skin was white and his pupils were pale, and his original hair color was already brown. However, his sense of distance is too heavy and his temperament is too cold. The company wants to increase his affinity to absorb powder, so he has always dyed his dark brown hair. Now change to black hair, the contrast with the skin color will become stronger, and it should look colder.
"Then when did he get it?"
"He may be a little late, anyway, he doesn't need to drift. For the colored ones, let's try the colors first. After you're done, it will be Ling Yi."
He thought Fang Juexia would come today. Pei Tingsong thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat.
After an hour of dancing in the practice room, Fang Juexia's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was news from Pei Tingsong.
[Guide dog: Where are you? What are you doing? I am starving. ]
What's this, let him give it to me? Fang Juexia thought for a while, deliberately pretending to not understand.
[Besides being pretty or pretty: practice room, dancing, order takeaway when you are hungry. ]
After sending the message, Fang Juexia still felt very happy. She leaned her head on the wall and lightly tapped, the small clock in her heart moved ten times, and the phone vibrated again.
[Guide dog: Hello, I want a fried crab roe, a scallion noodles and less oil. ]
He also sent a look of please.
Fang Juexia checked the time, picked up her clothes, stood up and left the practice room. There is a snack bar downstairs in their company that has been open for more than ten years. The steamed dumplings and pan-fried dumplings in it are unique. People in the company often deliver more than a dozen baskets. Fang Juexia's phone also had the boss's phone number, but he went downstairs by himself, wearing a hat and mask and went to buy it in person.
He didn't know why, maybe he just wanted to take a stroll.
"Huh? I feel like Xia, you haven't been here for a long time, what can you eat?" The boss is a very enthusiastic middle-aged man with a little Shanghai taste, so he is very kind.
Fang Juexia ordered what Pei Tingsong asked for, and added a cup of soy milk, "Thank you for me, please pack it."
"Okay, okay, you don't need chili sauce for frying, right?" The boss is familiar with his taste.
"Yes." Fang Juexia said immediately, "I want chili sauce."
The boss's busy hands stopped, "Oh, have you started eating spicy food?"
"No..." Fang Juexia smiled, "I brought it to the kids in the team."
"Oh~" The boss also laughed, "You guys have a really good relationship, just like brothers." While talking, he had already packed all the snacks and handed them to Juexia, "Come back next time."
"thank you boss."
It is also strange that Pei Tingsong was originally too sleepy, but after sending Fang Juoxia's message, the whole person regained his energy and couldn't sleep with his eyes closed. He looked at himself in the mirror and started humming boredly.
"What song is this?" The hair dyer checked the fading for him, and said casually, "It's pretty good."
Only then did Pei Tingsong react, what he subconsciously hummed was the song written by Fang Juexia.
"Just hum..."
Almost vented for him.
With a guilty conscience, a thin white hand appeared in front of him, carrying the takeaway box and placing it on the table in front of him. Pei Tingsong raised his head in surprise and saw Fang Juexia, who was fully armed with only one pair of eyes and birthmarks exposed.
"You are so tightly covered, it's useless at all."
You can recognize it just by your hands.
Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant, "Why is it useless?"
Hearing the words of the song, Pei turned his mouth again, "I mean, what's the use of you not covering that birthmark? Is there a second person in the world with such a birthmark?"
It seems to make sense. Fang Juexia turned to look in the mirror, and touched the birthmark at the corner of her eye. Then he thought of something and turned to him and said, "Hurry up, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"I'm really starving to death." He took a bite of a pan-fried dish, and asked vaguely, "Aren't you going to eat it?"
"I had breakfast." Fang Juexia didn't even sit down. Pei Tingsong suspected that he might really just come to give him something, maybe he was leaving soon.
"You can eat more." Pei Tingsong excuses his body management and must let Fang Juexia eat too. Fang Juexia couldn't help him, so he had to sit next to him and eat a pan-fry.
Fang Juexia looked very gentle when eating, and habitually licked her lips after taking a bite. The more Pei Tingsong observed him, the more he felt that Fang Juexia was different from many of the boys he met, but he couldn't tell the difference.
After eating the whole pan-fry, Fang Juexia wiped her hands clean with the paper. Seeing Pei Tingsong keep looking at him, he still feels strange, "What are you looking at me for?"
"It's nothing." Pei Tingsong retracted his eyes and quickly pulled away from the subject, "My scalp hurts a bit." As soon as he raised his hand, Fang Juexia's wrist was held.
"Don't catch it." Fang Juexia said, "It hurts your scalp a bit to bleach your hair. Don't get the fading cream on your hands."
Pei Tingsong kind of liked the feeling of being controlled by Fang Juexia. He didn't know why. He was obviously someone who said he wanted to go to the west.
"But my scalp just feels bad."
"I know." Fang Juexia lowered her head and pinched Pei Tingsong's forearm. Pei Tingsong never expected, "What are you doing?"
"This can divert attention." Fang Juexia pinched again, then raised her head and smiled at him.
Pei Tingsong's gaze shifted from his smiling eyes to the corners of his mouth, as well as the lips he had just licked lightly. But the opponent quickly became immersed in the game of continuing to pinch him, and did not notice Pei Tingsong's stunned eyes.
The hair dyer swiped his cell phone and suddenly laughed, "Hey, your amusement park tuanzong came out last issue. Hey. Haunted house special."
His voice suddenly pulled Pei Tingsong's thoughts back, and also made Fang Juexia let go of her hand, turned her head and asked, "Is it so fast? I didn't even see it."
"You are all on hot search. Go and see!"
Fang Juexia took out her cell phone, opened Weibo, which was rarely seen last time, and found a familiar name when she entered the hot search.
"The second and third most popular searches are you."
Hearing Fang Juexia’s final tone and lovely tone, Pei Tingsong was quite proud and found it particularly useful, so he cleared his throat and made a breezy expression of a frequent searcher, "Really? Why are you on it again? Hot search."
"Yeah." Fang Juexia showed him the phone, her face full of desire to share, "Look."
Pei Tingsong deliberately only glanced at it, but he was shocked.
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By the way, I recommend everyone to listen to Snikm's "Zheng", which is a combination of electronic music and classical Chinese musical instruments. Then in the text, He Ziyan said that the electronic sound of the sword-like feeling, if it is difficult for everyone to imagine, you can listen to Borgore's "Magic trick", the drop in the middle of the song (the electronic sound that starts at 00:50) is this Kind of feeling.
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