Ansel said, "Oh, nothing, just learning."
"Where do you study?" Sheng Canyang said casually, "The library closes at 5:30."
Ansel: "Well, are you taking the wrong lane? Don't you turn right?"
Ansel: "Are you going to the company? I'm not convenient today."
"Huh?" Sheng Canyang glanced casually and said, "Do you know where my company is?"
Ansel: "..."
Sheng Canyang casually helped him out and said, "Passing by?"
"Yes," said Ansel, "passing by."
Sheng Canyang nodded, took out the Bluetooth headset and put it on, and while waiting for the red light, he turned on his phone and replied a message, and then said: "I forgot to occupy the road, forget it, just find one."
Ansel: "..."
Ansel was cursing in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face. He could only look out the window and took a deep breath.
Sheng Canyang glanced at him from the rearview mirror and asked, "How old are you?"
Ansel: "26."
"26 years old for postgraduate entrance examination?" Sheng Canyang said.
Ansel gave a "hmm" and said, "The unit allows the exam, and you can study with pay."
Sheng Canyang said calmly, "It's pretty good."
Ansel: "It's okay."
The two of them said nothing.
After a while, Sheng Canyang parked the car on the side of the road, took his mobile phone, put on his hat and mask, and said, "Let's go."
Ansel got out of the car, then stopped at the spot and glanced at Sheng Canyang, Sheng Canyang: "?"
Ansel: "Is this what you usually do?"
Sheng Canyang: "What?"
"Ego," Ansel said, "so... Ego?"
He searched for an adjective for a long time, but couldn't find a more suitable one.
Sheng Canyang: "Yes."
Ansel: "..."
Sheng Canyang: "Can we go?"
Ansel had to keep up.
Sheng Canyang occasionally comes to this coffee shop. This is a small shop under the overpass. It is built on a slope. In summer, the top of the wall will be covered with moss and creepers, and only a signboard is exposed. Looking out from the window here, you can see the bridge hole. All kinds of people came out, this is a residential area, most people are dressed casually, riding bicycles, or walking, passing by with shopping bags from the supermarket.
Sheng Canyang doesn't need to write songs here, he doesn't need to go to a certain place to write his songs, it's the same everywhere. He usually comes back when he is in a good mood, sits for an afternoon and then leaves.
Sometimes his fans would stay here, hoping to meet him, and Sheng Canyang didn't stop coming because of this, and if anyone wanted an autograph, he would give it. Mostly by himself.
Ansel and Sheng Canyang sat down by the window, Ansel said, "What do you want to say?"
Sheng Canyang said to the waiter who came over: "Strawberry milk tea. How about you?"
Ansel was stunned for a moment, and asked, "The menu?"
The waiter brought him the menu, and Sheng Canyang said, "Caramel Macchiato is delicious."
Ansel: "... no thanks, I don't like too sweet."
Sheng Canyang raised his eyebrows, signaling casually.
The waiter brought the menu and struggled to find a more normal iced Americano among a lot of lace. Ansel said: "One shot is fine."
Waiter: "What do you mean?"
Sheng Canyang: "Take it easy."
Waiter: "Oh, I see."
Ansel: "..."
"What are you going to talk about?" Ansel was a little impatient.
Sheng Canyang looked at his face calmly, then tilted his head, and said in a strange way: "Have we met?"
Ansel: "No."
Sheng Canyang: "I always feel like I've seen it before."
Ansel: "Isn't it just because of this? You said you want to sign me because of this kind of thing?"
"That's right," Sheng Canyang said frankly, "It's my instinct to do this."
Ansel: "What do you mean?"
Sheng Canyang spread his hands and said, "I often do things by intuition."
Ansel: "Oh."
Sheng Canyang still frowned, looking at him intently.
Ansel felt a little unnatural, and said, "If you have nothing else..."
"Sit for a while," Sheng Canyang sat back, nestled into the furry seat back a little leisurely, and said, "Wait for your drink."
Ansel thought for a while, then sat down again.
Sheng Canyang looked out the window and said nothing.
Ansel said, "You come here often?"
"Occasionally," Sheng Canyang replied after a while, and then changed his words, "I can't come twice a year."
Ansel said casually, "Why?"
Sheng Canyang: "Are you curious about this kind of thing?"
"?"
"Why did I come here," Sheng Canyang said, "Do you really care about other people's trivial matters?"
Ansel said with some displeasure, "What do you mean?"
Sheng Canyang shook his hand, signaling to forget it.
When the drink came, Sheng Canyang took it and put it in the palm of his hand, still looking out of the window.
Ansel took a sip of the iced Americano, which was light in color and tasteless. It seemed that the waiter still didn't understand what he meant.
What's so cool about this place? Ansel was not very interested, and Sheng Canyang had no intention of talking to him. I had to pick up the phone in boredom.
Sheng Canyang seemed to think of him after a while, then put down the drink and said, "Did you finish?"
Ansel took only two sips of the drink on the table, Sheng Canyang stood up and said, "I'll take you back."
Ansel stood up following him in a daze, Sheng Canyang picked up the car keys and mobile phone, and walked out with long legs.
Ansel could only keep up. Sheng Canyang opened the car door and started the car without caring whether he was following or not. Ansel quickly got into the co-driver. Sheng Canyang said, "Where are you going? Home or the library?"
Ansel looked at the time, and it was less than forty minutes since he came out. He said, "Let's go to the library."
Sheng Canyang turned the steering wheel, turned the car around, and said nothing.
Ansel said, "You have a nice car."
"It's not mine," Sheng Canyang said casually, "otherwise I can borrow it from you."
Sheng Canyang: "I'm sorry to disturb you today."
"It's okay." Ansel had to say.
Sheng Canyang: "Next time you come out to eat when you have time, it's an apology."
Ansel: "No need, no need."
Sheng Canyang smiled and said, "Order whatever you want."
Ansel refused, "It's really unnecessary."
Sheng Canyang nodded and did not insist on inviting.
Sheng Canyang sent him downstairs to the library, and Ansel said, "Let's go."
Sheng Canyang waved to him, Ansel got off the car and ran into the library gate.
Sheng Canyang parked the car on the spot and waited for a while, but still felt that it was difficult to calm down. He made a sudden turn and drove the car back on the same road. The car was speeding on the road, and when it was about to reach the coffee shop under the overpass, the bell rang .
Sheng Canyang picked it up, and the agent said, "What did you ask?"
Only then did Sheng Canyang remember that he hadn't told him the result, so he said, "It's not Shanyu, I have to solve this matter myself."
"You can do whatever you want," the manager said, "I support you, don't be impulsive."
Sheng Canyang's suicide left a psychological shadow on everyone. The agent didn't dare to say anything, so he could only calm down carefully. In the eyes of the agent, Sheng Canyang probably still had Shanyu in his heart, but he couldn't ask for it, so he committed suicide.
Sheng Canyang didn't explain much, hung up the phone, thought about it, parked the car in a parking space on the side of the road, then turned on the phone, clicked on Weibo, typed a few lines without hesitation, checked the typos, clicked sent.
After a while, the manager called and said, "It's better to let Shanyu say a few words for you, aren't you two friends now?"
Sheng Canyang said: "It's for me, why bother him?"
The manager held back for a while, then said, "You love deeply."
"Don't make up stories," Sheng Canyang said, "You can handle the rest."
Agent: "The whole company is waiting for you to say something, don't worry."
Sheng Canyang: "There are eight people in the whole company, are you embarrassed to say?"
"Exaggerated," said the broker. "Where are you now?"
Sheng Canyang pointed the steering wheel, decided not to go to the coffee shop, and said, "Go home."
"I'll go find you for a drink after I'm done working at night," the manager said, "Is that okay?"
Sheng Canyang said while reversing the car: "Come on."
He glanced at the coffee shop behind him in the rearview mirror. It was actually very close, but he was in no mood again.
When people forget the troubles in front of them, they are considered happy. And as long as people have a moment of happiness, that moment can be connected into eternity. Whenever Sheng Canyang has such thoughts, he is in the mood to find a place to sit by himself.
When I do nothing by myself, I don't fall into fantasy and fascination, I don't fall into the fear and anxiety of death, I don't want money, I don't worry about popularity, I don't have anything, just sit in one place for a while , can be regarded as pure loose freedom.
This state is fleeting, and when you catch it again, it is gone.
Sheng Canyang arrived home at five o'clock, opened a bottle of beer and drank it down, then put on the earphones, and began to listen to the song he changed yesterday. He hasn't come up with a good word yet.
When the agent came, he lay on the bed and fell into the abyss of no thought.
The manager opened the door with a key, carried a bag of beer and snacks, lifted Sheng Canyang from the bed, and said, "Wake up."
Sheng Canyang opened his hand, pulled off the earphones, and said, "I didn't sleep."
The manager is familiar with the road: "Writing songs."
Sheng Canyang casually took out a can of beer from the bag he brought, then pulled the tab and drank it gulp, the manager sat by the bed and said, "I listened to the tune, it was very slow, you want to write a love song? "
Sheng Canyang was too lazy to take care of his unprofessionalism, lying on the bed in a "big" shape, and said, "I don't know."
Agent: "It's really hard to get you to write something, I still have to find a shooter."
Sheng Canyang ignored him.
Manager: "A kid just came to the company, and he's assigned to me. He's a pop music student. Let him try it out for you?"
Sheng Canyang said, "I didn't study music? Is it useful?"
The manager said "Hi", opened a bottle of wine, and said, "Aren't you not talented?"
Sheng Canyang has nothing to say.
Sheng Canyang finally started to release songs this year. He wrote two songs in half a year, but only released two. The response was not very good. Only fans tried their best to recommend them. In fact, the market has not yet opened up, and there are some small audiences.
Sheng Canyang sings very well and has a good set. He also catches people by humming casually in composing, but the only problem is that he can't write lyrics.
If other people are fine, just find someone else to do it, but Sheng Canyang is a little stubborn, insisting on dying here.
Sheng Canyang said: "I really have no idea."
"Then what should I do," said the manager, "If I knew how to write, I would have already written it for you."
Sheng Canyang: "How did others write it?"
Manager: "When people look at your face, they also think in their hearts, 'How does this person grow'? Is there an answer? No, it's natural."
"Do you still want to be the next lyricist king," said the agent, "don't be too greedy."
Sheng Canyang suddenly said, "My inspiration is dead."
broker:"?"
Sheng Canyang pointed to his heart and said, "There is nothing here."
The agent touched his chest, startled, and said, "I'm really fucking drunk, it scared me to death. Isn't this good?"
With a pile of soda cans under their feet, Sheng Canyang leaned on the head of the bed and said, "I have no life."
"You're a big star," said the manager, "what do you want to live? Can't you just pretend to be|forced like other people write songs, and sell them badly? It's so simple, I can write 'I'm the best| Forced, I am the best|forced'."
Sheng Canyang laughed, and the agent said, "Oh, you are too difficult to take care of."
Sheng Canyang didn't speak, and the agent said, "The new boy looks okay, but he's a bit old."
"How old is it?" Sheng Canyang asked casually.
Manager: "Same age as you, good-looking, but with a broken mouth, he's from Tianjin."
Sheng Canyang said, "Is this your new hope?"
"Yes," the agent clinked glasses with him, and then said, "When you fail, I'll go to praise him and grab your resources."
Sheng Canyang drank the wine from the bottom of the bottle and said, "I wish you success."
Agent: "Wish me success."
Early the next morning, Sheng Canyang was woken up by the alarm clock.
The manager was sleeping at the end of the bed, and looked up blankly. Sheng Canyang turned off the alarm clock, then got up, almost tripped over the beer bottle under the bed, and quickly helped him out of bed.
The manager said, "Go to work, go to work, go to work."
He sat up in a mess, then went to the bathroom, Sheng Canyang rubbed his hair, the two of them tidied up in a hurry, Sheng Canyang was going to the recording studio to record songs, and the agent went to work, the two of them drove a car to catch up with the morning rush hour Set off.
The manager looked like he was about to throw up, Sheng Canyang opened the window for him, and the manager said, "I really don't want to drink anymore."
Sheng Canyang said casually, "Quit beer? What about your prospects?"
"You didn't know how to drink before," the manager retched for a long time, turned around resentfully, and said, "You have changed."
Sheng Canyang: "I don't know how to do it now either."
"That's right," said the agent, "You should put on a mask for your face now, it will be bad if you are photographed."
Sheng Canyang took out a black mask from his pocket, put it on, held the steering wheel with one hand, and said, "Which new artist you mentioned, introduce it to me."
The manager was stunned for a moment, and said ecstatically, "No problem."
Sheng Canyang said: "It's not about asking him to write lyrics for me, it's about communicating."
The agent said boringly: "Can't you communicate with Fang Jingchu?"
"No." Sheng Canyang said blankly, "He wants to sleep with me."
The agent said: "He wants to be slept by you."
Sheng Canyang: "One meaning."
Agent: "I actually have a good impression of him."
Sheng Canyang glanced at him, and he stopped talking.
Last winter, when he bought a house, Fang Jingchu gave him a three-door refrigerator, and he completely surrendered to the enemy.
Sheng Canyang said: "I didn't settle accounts with you, don't challenge my bottom line."
"Understood," the manager said obediently, as quietly as a chicken, and couldn't help asking after a while, "Then you don't intend to agree?"
Sheng Canyang said, "It's none of your business."
The agent said quietly: "It's very hurtful for you to talk like that."
Sheng Canyang: "I did it on purpose."
Broker: "..."
"I'm sorry," the agent wailed, "I didn't mean to accept it! He delivered the stuff to my door. The installer begged me to let him in, or he'd be deducted!"
Sheng Canyang took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll ask the installer to move out, return it to him?"
The agent immediately said, "Why?"
"Isn't it okay for us to live our own lives?" the manager said, "Give each other some freedom."
Sheng Canyang sneered, and the manager quietly buckled the phone case.
When he arrived at the downstairs of the company, Sheng Canyang parked his car in the parking lot. The agent quickly returned to the profile of an elite person. He swiped his card coldly and passed the gate. Her hair was messed up, and wearing this mask made her look a bit sluggish.
A boy ran over, pressed the elevator for them cordially, bowed his head and said hello: "Good morning, Brother Yang."
"Oh," said the agent, "good morning."
"Let me introduce you," said the manager. "This is a new trainee. I haven't decided on my future direction yet. I'll follow the training first. It's called 'Ling Sheng'. You should know this, right? Sheng Canyang."
Ling Sheng smiled and said, "Yes, I saw it on TV."
Sheng Canyang looked at him in a blink of an eye, and stretched out his hand. Ling Sheng was a little flattered, and quickly reached out to shake his hand.
Just when the elevator arrived, the three of them walked in together, and the sound of Ling didn't dare to come out, and minimized his sense of existence. He felt that Sheng Canyang's aura was too strong.
Sheng Canyang turned around and said, "When do you have time?"
Ling Sheng: "?"
"Anytime?" Ling Sheng said, "Oh no, I want to practice..."
The manager said: "Go with him, there's no need to go. If you want to be a singer in the future, dancing is useless."
Ling Sheng said: "Oh, yes, that, what are you going to do?"
The elevator arrived with a ding, and Sheng Canyang directly pressed his neck to bring him out, then asked him to bow goodbye to the manager, and then walked away with him.
Lingsheng: "..."
"That," Ling Sheng said, "don't pull my collar, I'll go, I'll go."
Sheng Canyang let go of the back collar of his clothes, then opened the door of a practice room, and said, "Come in."
Ling Sheng walked in cautiously, the curtains of the practice room were all drawn, and there was no light at all. Sheng Canyang turned on the light, then took off his coat, threw it on the ground, and closed the door.
Lingsheng: "..."
Sheng Canyang said, "Do you not take off your coat?"
"I'm well dressed," Ling Sheng said quickly, "What's the matter?"
Sheng Canyang: "Sit down."
Ling Sheng sat down far away.
Sheng Canyang dragged his chair over, and it was less than ten centimeters away from his face. He asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Ling Sheng: "I feel, bro, are you going to eat people?"
Sheng Canyang: "?"
Sheng Canyang took a look at his appearance, he was indeed handsome, his hair was clean after shaved, huh? Sheng Canyang suddenly frowned, why did he shave his hair clean
Sheng Canyang said: "Discuss music with you."
Ling Sheng was puzzled, as if he had heard a joke, pointed at himself, and said, "Me?"
"Me?" Ling Sheng said, "with you? Discussion? Music?"
Sheng Canyang: "Which word did you not understand?"
Ling Sheng: "It feels like I don't understand much."
"Do you write songs?" Sheng Canyang asked.
"Write." Ling Sheng said.
Sheng Canyang: "Where are the words?"
Lingsheng felt that he was messing with himself: "Can you write songs without writing lyrics!"
Sheng Canyang: "How did you write it?"
Lingsheng: "..."
Ling Sheng originally wanted to write by hand, but he still didn't dare to joke about it, and said, "Well, just see what genre it is, and then fill it in casually."
Sheng Canyang took out his mobile phone, played yesterday's song, and asked, "How is it?"
Ling Sheng hummed a few words, and then said, "Very good."
"Wait," Ling Sheng covered his ears and said in disbelief, "It's not a new song, is it?"
Sheng Canyang: "No."
Lingsheng felt a little regretful, Sheng Canyang said, "It will be here soon."
Lingsheng: "!!!"
Sheng Canyang: "Do you have any ideas?"
"Ci?" Ling Sheng said, "...you don't want to discuss this with me, do you? Oh my god, am I worthy?"
Before Sheng Canyang could speak, Lingsheng immediately interrupted him: "I have!"
"Have an idea," Ling Sheng said, "a ballad, right?!"
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Sheng Canyang said, "Calm down."
Ling Sheng: "I'm very calm, so you just say it's a ballad?"
Sheng Canyang: "I have no idea."
Ling Sheng: "Do you need me to be a shooter? I know I don't deserve it. I can let you edit my manuscript. Just take the part you like."
Sheng Canyang: "..."
Ling Sheng said: "Take everything you want, turn your memories into nothingness, don't care about feelings, keep the decent ones—"
"Shut up." Sheng Canyang couldn't take it anymore.
Lingsheng quickly closed his mouth like a zipper.
Sheng Canyang said: "If it were you, how would you write it?"
Ling Sheng said cautiously: "Uh, maybe I will write about feelings."
"Think about my previous feelings," Ling Sheng said, "maybe it's not love, but some feelings. There are still some parts with strong rhythm in your song. I think these parts are like parts that I can't bear, and then we will It will break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly. You see, inspiration comes."
Sheng Canyang was thoughtful, Ling Sheng watched his expression carefully, and then said, "Can I ask a question?"
Sheng Canyang: "Ask."
"Why do you ask me?" Ling Sheng said.
Sheng Canyang answered irrelevantly, and said, "I feel like I've seen you before."
Ling Sheng said with a smile: "No, I haven't seen you. If I see you, I will let the whole world know."
Sheng Canyang said, "Can you show me your old photos?"
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