The drizzle that had drizzled here has completely stopped, and the slightly humid air feels very comfortable to breathe.
The recording ended early today and we didn't catch the rush hour during rush hour. There were not many cars on the road, but Jiang Ji's driving speed was obviously slower than usual.
Compared to his previous residence, Qin Qingzhuo's new home is much closer to the program recording building. Even though Jiang Ji intentionally slowed down the car, he still arrived at his destination after twenty minutes.
Qin Qingzhuo stepped down from the car, took off the guitar on his back and handed it to Jiang Ji: "I heard that you chose City Collapse as your opponent?"
Jiang Ji took the guitar: "Yeah."
"Do we have to choose city collapse?" Qin Qingzhuo asked again.
Jiang Ji looked at Qin Qingzhuo and thought of the conversation between Qin Qingzhuo and Shi Yao - was he trying to persuade him not to choose the collapse of the city
He then thought of the conversation between the people who had collapsed the city in the afternoon, and a feeling of irritability began to surge in his body. In the past, no matter who tried to persuade him, he would definitely ignore them, but now facing Qin Qingzhuo, he began to hesitate.
After a moment of silence, he asked back, "What's the matter? Do you have any objection to this?"
I thought Qin Qingzhuo would continue to persuade me, but he only said: "It's not easy to fight a city collapse..."
After a brief pause, Qin Qingzhuo continued, "Originally the production team asked me to persuade you, but I'm not good at being a peacemaker. Since you've decided to fight, then fight beautifully. Do you have the music you're going to play with you? Let me see it?"
Jiang Ji was a little surprised and didn't move at first. After a while, he slowly took out the music score from the inside of the guitar bag and handed it to Qin Qingzhuo.
Qin Qingzhuo took it and looked through it. There were three songs written on the three sheets of music, and there were many traces of revisions on each sheet. Thinking about the fact that every time he went to Honglu Street in the past few days, he heard that the upstairs didn't seem to be rehearsing the same song, he became more and more certain that the rehearsal of Rough Cloud was not going well.
"Of these three," Qin Qingzhuo asked, flipping through some sheet music, "which one is your final piece?"
"The song at the top, that's also the song we submitted to the program team, but..." Jiang Ji didn't continue.
"Feeling dissatisfied?" Qin Qingzhuo took over Jiang Ji's words and looked at him. "Indeed, no matter how agitated the music is, the creation process must always be peaceful. Songs written when the mind is not peaceful are always unsatisfactory."
Jiang Ji was silent again. Qin Qingzhuo was right. In the past, he had always had a keen sense of music. He could tell which song would achieve what kind of performance effect after just one glance. But this time, he knew that something was wrong with him. Jiang Keyuan's thoughts kept popping up in his mind and interfering with his thoughts, so that he couldn't focus on writing songs.
"Are you going back to the bar to sing later?" Qin Qingzhuo asked again.
"Um."
"Then would you mind if I take these three sheets of music back and make some copies to see if there's anything I can do to help?"
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Ji said, "If you are willing."
Qin Qingzhuo smiled and held a few pieces of music in his hand: "It's rare that you don't resist accepting my kindness, so as a teacher, I have to study it carefully and not embarrass myself. Do you want to go into the house and wait?"