After setting a time for the release of the summer album in July, Caledo was busy making mini albums in the company every day.
Compared to regular albums, the mini album’s planning includes only one title and three non-title songs. The title song is a song purchased by the company from abroad, and one of the three non-title songs is created by Fang Juexia.
After all, it is a follow-up mini project, there is not so much pressure, everyone is relatively relaxed, and participate in the production with the mentality of playing music. Summer is a season full of sunshine and romance, so this time the music style is also positioned like this. Compared with the previous albums full of strong feelings, this album needs to add more elements of love.
Therefore, the producer and owner Chen Zhengyun is not like he used to be, so he can safely and boldly let Pei Tingsong write the lyrics of all the songs.
"Xiao Pei's style of writing lyrics is too intense, not gentle enough." Chen Zhengyun discussed during a meeting, "I need to have the feeling of summer love music this time."
Fang Juexia, who has never raised objections in meetings, refuted it in her heart. Pei Tingsong can actually be very gentle, can coax people, read poems to him, and buy flowers and sweets for him.
He is the most qualified person in the world to refute.
Others can only see Pei Tingsong's thorns, and only Fang Juexia can touch his soft heart.
"Why am I not gentle?" Hearing this evaluation, Pei Tingsong was very unconvinced, and directly patted the table in the meeting room, as he always did to challenge the boss.
Everyone suddenly laughed, "Are you called gentle like that?"
He Ziyan smiled and said, "People may write love songs because I love you, you love me or something. When I get to Xiao Pei, I will just mention your head to pieces."
Ling Yi: "Brothers put your fear on the public screen!"
Lu Yuan touched his chin, "The fierce man is gentle hahahaha!"
Jiang Miao, who has never participated in the activities of Tuanba, also glanced at Pei Tingsong at this time, "Maybe after Xiao Pei has a relationship, he can write lyrics with a more love song atmosphere."
Pei Tingsong desperately wanted to refute, "No, you guys..."
Fang Jue Xia pursed her mouth and cleared her throat, her expression looked like a puffy little hamster, and her cheek pouch was full of secrets.
alright. Pei Tingsong gave up. He decided not to be a giant of language. He wanted to prove that he could indeed write love songs.
"You wait, I can definitely do it."
"Okay," He Ziyan teased him, "Does Xiao Pei still have trouble?"
Pei Tingsong didn't bother to pay attention to them, and turned dexterously while holding the pen with his fingers. Chen Zhengyun showed them all the selected songs one by one, and everyone discussed the appropriate arrangement style.
Fang Juexia seriously raised her head and listened. Suddenly she felt something touching his calf, and she lowered her head in doubt. There was a foot wearing a purple AJ stretched out in front of his leg. He just came out of the practice room and was still wearing dancing. Loose sweatpants, the toes have lifted the trouser legs, and they touched the skin of the calf twice.
As soon as he raised his head, Fang Juexia saw Pei Tingsong tilted his head towards him, his eyes were quite meaningful, and the pen was still turning in his hand.
Maybe he was blaming him for not speaking for him, Fang Juexia thought.
He closed his legs later, not accepting his disguised accusation.
"We are also discussing cooperation with some episodes of this year's summer vacation. It is possible that one of the non-mainstream episodes will be used as an episode of the TV series."
Cheng Qiang was still talking, Fang Juexia tried to concentrate and listen carefully, but it was unavoidable to lose his mind, because as soon as he retreated, Pei Tingsong would make another point.
Pei Tingsong likes to play with fire, teasing him without blushing in front of so many people.
"So we have to speed up the time recently, and after the demo is made, we will send it to the show party to select the song."
However, Fang Juexia was never a little white rabbit who was bullied. He had a particularly strong temper with Pei Tingsong.
With a click, Fang Juexia's pen on his elbow fell to the ground, he whispered apologize, and bowed to pick it up. When he reached the marker that was not covered, he directly held the leg stretched toward Pei Tingsong, and quickly drew a cross on his exposed ankle.
Then he sat up quietly and put the pen on the table.
No one found the ambiguous undercurrent under the table, except for the small mislabeling, there was no evidence.
Although everyone ridiculed Pei Tingsong during the meeting, the demo of the theme song was given down. It took Pei Tingsong only two days to complete it, much faster than the lyricist arranged at the same time. After getting the two lyrics, Chen Zhengyun made a careful comparison, or Pei Tingsong is more aura and poetic. It's not a lot of pipeline lyrics. Singing and singing to the left is just that you love me and I love you.
The title song was finalized, and the six Caledo went into the studio to record, learning from previous experience. This time, the star map was very attentive in keeping the demo and the song, for fear that the previous mistakes would come out again.
During the period, Star Chart and Caledo’s official blogs also released notices on Weibo. Although there were no promotional pictures, just a sentence coming soon, the fans’ excitement was beyond words, and the reposting and comments were soaring.
Everyone guessed before that with the heat and stamina like "Broken Array", Star Atlas will definitely quit the follow-up project while the iron is hot, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.
Halfway through, Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong will also record "Escape from Birth". The popularity of the program is higher than that of the first. Every Saturday when it is broadcast, the auditory CP will be steadily searched.
The cost of the program group is also getting higher and higher. A small planetarium will be built directly in the new phase. After the recording, a few guests will gather for dinner as usual. After eating and studying, they will leave beforehand. Shang Sirui has to go to KTV, so they again Continued an evening event.
"Hey, this time we have to take a group photo to preemptively." Shang Sirui joked about He Ziyan's scandal last time, "Otherwise, get me some girlfriend."
Zhai Ying smiled and said, "You want to be beautiful."
Pei Tingsong teased, "Brother Huo has received many scripts for idol dramas now, and it is a blessing in disguise."
After playing, they started chatting. These few people can talk about each other, and they have to say something about themselves every time they have a party. Fang Juexia was always a listener, but he didn't expect to hear Zhai Ying talk about their Astar this time.
She first mentioned a delay in the return of the combination, and Shang Sirui asked why, only to realize that there was a lot of contradiction between the top Astar and the two factions.
Although Fang Juexia is no longer at Astar, she had heard of it when she was practicing. Astar originally relied on several popular singers and groups in the early days to make a fortune. One of the veteran-level national singer Li Luo also became one of Astar shareholders, but the boss at the time retreated to a high position and supported Jin Xiangcheng, but Jin Xiangcheng used the means. Although he has promoted many popular groups by his own means, he has made many enemies.
He thought of the drop in Astar's stock that Lingyi had mentioned casually before, except that Pei Tingsong's sister had troubled it, and it must have been related to high-level infighting.
Pei Tingsong asked casually, "High-level internal fighting, why postpone your return?"
Zhai Ying took a sip of beer, "Because we are a group planned by President Li."
Fang Juexia asked, "Li Luo?"
"Yes. There is one more critical question." She shrugged, "I am Li Luo's sister-in-law, in other words, he is my brother-in-law."
Shang Sirui suddenly realized, "Oh! No wonder you can debut in such a short practice time!"
"Am I very strong myself? Or do you think the women's team ACE is so good?"
Fang Juexia realized that Zhai Ying was parachuting. No wonder he hadn't seen her when he left. And knowing that he and Astar's relationship and hatred didn't mind, everything is reasonable now.
She must not be used to Jin Xiangcheng too much.
Fang Juexia analyzed: "With Jin Xiangcheng's style, he should not let you return until he is firmly established. If your performance is good, it is equivalent to contributing to President Li's prestige. Besides, your group’s popularity is so high, and the performance should not be good. Difference."
"So I hope not to come back. I'm afraid he deliberately gave us bad songs. He has done such a thing before, and it hurt our group's vitality." Zhai Ying sighed, "After all, we are not like you, so we can make our own songs. ."
Fang Juexia smiled, "We are a small company and there is no way."
After the party, they left separately. Fang Juexia was still thinking about Astar on the way back. When he entered Astar, one of the interviewers was Li Luo. It can be said that Li Luo was the one who led him to Astar. During the trainee period, Li Luo also gave him a lot of help, so that everyone thought that he would definitely make his debut from the new boy group.
Until Jin Xiangcheng snatched the planning and execution power of "Qiyao" from Li Luo's hands.
The world is unpredictable, he is no longer a member of Astar, but such open and secret battles still continue.
But Fang Juexia always had a bad premonition. He even worried about Liang Ruo. Although he had already said that he would have nothing to do with him, he still didn't want Liang Ruo to become a victim of the struggle for interests.
In other words, he does not want anyone to be a victim.
In addition to completing their personal itinerary, their daily work is to come to the company to prepare albums. Although there is no need to play songs, there should be a stage for the subsequent meetups and some variety shows, so Fang Juexia and Lu Yuan still performed choreography, this time the style is more casual and natural. After grinding the choreography details for an afternoon, Lu Yuan was half hungry and dragged Fang Juexia to dinner.
Thinking that Pei Tingsong was still writing lyrics in his small studio, and was absent-minded during the meal, Brother Qiang called Lu Yuan away.
"You eat slowly, I'll go there first."
"Yeah." Watching Lu Yuan leave, Fang Juexia put down her chopsticks, packed a portion of shrimp noodles and mung bean ice, and went directly to Pei Tingsong.
The studio where he usually writes songs is next to the piano room, and the vocal room is opposite. This was originally a small practice room. At the beginning, the star map only occupies the first floor of this large office building. Resources are scarce, so even such small rooms are equipped with mirrors. Later, it slowly developed. There were more and more practice rooms on the lower five floors of the star chart. There were hardly any people here, and it gradually became a storage room.
The little devil quarreled Chen Zhengyun alive, saying that he must have a place to write things by himself, so he arranged it for him.
Fang Juexia came out of the elevator carrying the food she had packed. It was the first time he came to his small studio.
When he reached the door, Fang Juexia hesitated again. He knocked on the door and did not respond, but there was clearly the sound of an electronic piano inside.
Can't you hear it? Fang Juexia raised his hand again and was about to knock on the door, but the door suddenly opened, and his hand was hanging, and he was lost.
"Are you here?" Pei Tingsong took his raised hand and pulled him in. His expression became very fast. There was originally a kind of disturbed impatience, but when he saw Fang Juexia, he immediately showed a childish look. Smile, change his face faster than flipping a book.
"Let you go and eat, don't you go." Fang Juexia cautiously pushed the door behind her, and handed him the food in her handle, "I'm just going to eat and bring you some up."
This room is indeed not big, but it has everything inside. The wall on the left side of the door is a whole row of workbenches and musical instruments, the right side is the original large mirror, the backside is covered with carpet, and there are several lazy sofas. This environment is very much in line with Pei Tingsong's American casual style.
Seeing that Fang Juexia still remembered to bring him food, Pei Tingsong happily took it, took his waist and kissed his cheek, "It's nice to me." He wore creamy white short sleeves and a pair of glasses. , My hair is good-looking, it looks a bit like a college student.
Fang Juexia pushed his chest, "Don't you..."
"Don't worry, the monitoring here was taken down by me." Pei Tingsong said casually and picked up Fang Juexia, carried him to sit on his workbench, held him on the table with both hands, and circled him inside.
Fang Juexia's heart jumped violently. The air conditioner in the small room was obviously very low, but he still felt hot, "What are you doing with the monitoring removed?"
"I will be very uncomfortable with monitoring, and I can't concentrate on work." Pei Tingsong raised the corner of his mouth and took off his glasses with one hand. "But now it seems that I am still very prescient."
After speaking, he kissed him. Fang Juexia had nowhere to hide, so he took a retaliatory bite, but he couldn't bear to use force, so it had a counterproductive effect, which seemed to be a tease in Pei Tingsong's eyes.
It's like the cross he drew on his ankle.
Fang Juexia's teasing is always unconscious, and he can't even notice it.
The hot kiss made Fang Juexia dizzy, and he couldn't see anything except Pei Ting Songying's straight brows. The air was sucked in by him by mistake, and his reason was intermittent. He lingered in resistance and obedience, and his words were covered with heat.
He thought of Pei Tingsong's clothes, so white and so clean.
clean.
This gave him a reason that seemed tenable.
"Don't... I danced, I was very dirty and stained your clothes."
Pei Tingsong chuckled and separated from him briefly, but stared at the moist light spots on his lips intently, "How many times have I soiled you? Just in time for you to come back."
After opening the meat, Pei Tingsong even said more meat than before. It turned out that Fang Juexia thought he was a guy with no lower limit, but thinking about it now, it might be lower than the lower limit he had imagined.
This brief pause caused Fang Juexia to raise his head, but as soon as he raised his head, he saw a whole row of mirrors on the opposite wall. Seeing his red neck and ears, his heart slammed into his chest.
"The noodles will be cold for a while." Fang Juexia pushed him away, got off the table, hurriedly, and brought down a lot of Pei Tingsong's manuscripts, which floated to the ground like snowflakes.
Pei heard that he squatted down and picked it up, trying to drag him, "Don't worry, they are all scraps, which were originally unnecessary. Come and sit and eat with me."
Fang Juexia refused, "You eat first. I see these scattered on the ground and feel uncomfortable."
Okay, who made his Xiaobaihua have obsessive-compulsive disorder. But Pei Tingsong didn't listen to him either, so he squatted down and picked it up with him. Fang Juexia collected all the scraps, and was afraid that Pei Tingsong would make him unwilling to eat well, so he grabbed the stack of paper and went to the lazy couch in the corner. It would have been Pei Tingsong to continue the matter just now and forcibly transfer it. The topic, "Is this a scrap manuscript of your lyrics?"
"Isn't it all? Some of them are just writing in a daze." He actually didn't have any appetite, so he took a straw to poke the mung bean smoothie, took a sip with the cup in his left hand, and played a few casually on the electronic piano with his right hand. sound.
Fang Juexia did not have the habit of looking through other people’s manuscripts, but simply felt that the words on the top sheet were beautiful. They were beautifully written line by line, and the handwriting was flying and coherent. At first glance, it was a product of inspiration, not like a scrapped lyrics at all. On the contrary, it is like a modern poem.
So he read it silently in his heart.
[Love turns people into stupid contradictions
Be dizzy, willing to fall, like me
I want to use the safest hug in the world
Wrap your fragile bones and dreams
Sleep well, I am a loyal night watchman
Your smooth beating heart is in my hands
The world is in my hands
But I thought again, in the unsuspecting night
On your soft coastline
Start the most dangerous battle
Burning gunpowder all night
Destined to be defeated, I will put the last bullet
Shot into your body]
The author has something to say: It’s not the lyrics, but the poems written by him.
I'm sorry to be a little uncomfortable today, I wrote a little bit less