Flames

Leng Leng seldom gets up so early, either he is bored in the shed to catch up with the work all night, or he is nestled in the hut to practice the piano all night, life is upside down.

At this moment, he came out from Dawei's, touched a cigarette and lit it.The sun was slightly exposed, carrying a piano bag on his shoulders, and walking on the path with a group of people of the same age but wrapped in school uniforms, I always felt a little awkward.

He plugged in his earphones and turned up the volume to the maximum. What he recorded in the studio every day was like shit. He had to listen to something nutritious while his ears were awake.

After calling the city pass, I squeezed into the subway along the queue, and found an open space by the door to stay.

The music passed through his ears, allowing him to calm down in his own world, until he raised his head slightly and inadvertently found a girl on the opposite side taking a secret photo with his mobile phone, and then turned his back quickly.But he has his chest up. Although he is often said to be cold, he is actually smug, and he doesn't want to make himself look loose and out of shape in the sneak photo.

The place of work is deep in the old district in the north of the city, called "Zhanpeng Recording Workshop".There are more than a dozen independent recording studios, equipped with a variety of high-end equipment, which can be ranked among the professional studios across the country, and it will make people stunned.It is completely different from the depression in this area.

He went out of the station, bought a pancake at a small stall at the subway entrance, and ate it while walking.

As soon as he stepped into the small courtyard, the music on the phone cut off, and there was a message.He reckoned that either the phone bill was oversubscribed or the traffic oversubscribed, and he would definitely not take care of it in normal times, but at this moment he just finished eating the cake, and his hands were empty.

Swipe open the phone, a message from an unfamiliar number: "I stayed up all night, just want to tell you, it's great to meet again!"

"Stupid!" The "whoring customer" who chased after the door the night before flashed in Leng Lie's mind, and the corner of his mouth slightly grinned.

In fact, there are normal working hours in the shed, and a separate sign was hung next to the bright red signboard at the entrance of the courtyard, which read "Business hours: Monday to Friday, 9:00am-6:00pm".

But he always comes to work whenever he wants, and leaves when he finishes his work, without following the schedule.

"Hey, Xiao Leng, it's so early today?" The recording engineer Lao Zhang sat in the living room with a smile and sipped eight-treasure porridge.

Nodding coldly, he asked, "Are you recording the part of "Little Flower" today?"

Lao Zhang curled his lips, put the eight-treasure porridge aside, beckoned Leng Lie to approach him, and said in a low voice, "Come here today, Boss Wan Er asked you to eat the solo part of the guitar."

He spread his legs coldly, put the piano bag aside, and asked with some doubts: "What wrist?"

He knows that the customers who come to this professional recording studio hidden in the old city generally fall into three categories:

If you have a lot of money and no place to spend it, you can use a shed to be a pure consumer of Shaobao in ktv, call them meat, and just collect the money after the service is done;

I want to take the road of music wholeheartedly, and I don’t want to let go of every minute. I save every little idea and record a demo to pitch to a music company or participate in a competition.They call this kind of person a dish.Basically, there is no need to talk nonsense about them, because they all have "ideas", how to cooperate with customers' requirements, and the works they produce are not marked with the name of the studio.That is, most of the works are not as good as they think they are. It is fate to meet one or two people out of a hundred.

The remaining category is the wrist.The so-called wrist, at least has released albums through formal channels, and has a certain reputation in the industry.However, those who are like the kings and queens may borrow the studio but have their own recording team, and generally do not need the musicians and sound engineers in the studio.

Thinking coldly that this wrist might be a bad wrist, he frowned and looked at Lao Zhang.

"I'm afraid you're too young to know." Old Zhang mysteriously took out a tablet from his satchel beside him, squinted his eyes and searched on Baidu Encyclopedia, "We were the godmothers of disco when we were young."

Leng Leng took the tablet, scrolled up the encyclopedia with his finger, and saw that daubed face, his heart trembled slightly——I am too familiar with this godmother, she has been at my house for more than ten years, Be sure to be a member of the dance of demons!

"What song?" Coldly remembered the past two songs that the godmother could play.

""Neon Girl"." Old Zhang grinned.

"Pfft..." Leng Lie couldn't help laughing, the name was indeed the same as the name in memory.

He got up, picked up the guitar and went to the rehearsal room to tune the piano early.

After the piano was tuned, I moved my fingers as usual and climbed the grid for half an hour.

Boss Wan Er took two newly printed sheet music and knocked on the glass window of the rehearsal room. Seeing that Leng Lie didn't respond, he opened the door and went in.

"Xiao Leng, what a coincidence!" Boss Wan Er turned down the guitar sound a bit, and the two black bars on the upper edge of the glasses perfectly covered the slender eyebrows, "I have a big job for you today."

Leng Lie reached out to take the score, glanced at it casually, and asked, "What time is it recorded?"

"Wait until you're ready?" Boss Wan Er looked around, rolled up his sleeves, leaned closer and said in a low voice, "It's a wrist today, be serious!"

Leng Lie never got up from the chair, looked at the other party with the guitar in his arms and raised his eyebrows, and asked, "When did I not take things seriously?"

"Yes, yes, serious, serious, always at an international level, I mean, today this is the goddess in the hearts of people of our generation, you have to..."

He stood up coldly, flicked the sheet music with his index finger, returned it to the other party, and forced the corner of his mouth to smile: "Then record it now."

Boss Waner was stunned for two seconds, then quickly followed.

The red light on the door of No. 1 recording studio flashed "Working".

In the listening room, Boss Wan Er and Lao Zhang talked to each other, flattering the fine lines at the corners of their eyes, trying to appease the restless godmother and godmother's new manager and producer.

"Xiao Wan, we are old acquaintances, how can we arrange for such a brat to look down on you, sister Mao Mao?" The godmother fanned her thick false eyelashes, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes followed. The red lips opened and closed with fire. The tinkling of metal ornaments.

"Boss Wan, you have to know that in such a big city A, why do other people come to your house without picking them? Isn't this too perfunctory?" The manager's aura is obviously weaker than that of the godmother, but he is still aggressive.

"Sister, good sister, don't be in a hurry, listen to it, listen to it, if you are not satisfied, I will change it for you until you are satisfied..." Boss Waner cupped his fists and arched his chest again. arch.

"Sister, this kid's work is clean and neat, and you are guaranteed to be satisfied!" Old Zhang beat the drums aside.

"Only selling art, not selling yourself!" Inside, the voice coldly squeezed the headset and emphasized coldly, with an imperceptible smile on his face.

The voice was not yet childish, but it contained the maturity and stability of an adult, instantly quieting the noisy listening room.A few seconds later, the godmother and manager laughed at the same time: "Where is this..."

"Xiao Leng, let's go for a while." Lao Zhang said to Mai.

Shaking his head coldly: "Record it directly, I know this song well, don't waste time."

Just now, Leng Lie has already selected a suitable effector for this song based on his memory during the time when those people were making noise outside.It is the sound effect that it should have had more than ten years ago, but it didn't in that era.

Back then, the kid who hung around in the courtyard and listened to music behind the adults all day long had no memory of him from his godmother, but she vaguely recognized him with that piano.

"What's his name?" Godmother asked Boss Wan Er.

"Xiao Leng, Leng Lie!" Boss Wan Er replied with a smile.

"Okay, let's listen to a demo." The godmother raised her chin and stopped the manager's doubts.

In the listening room, four pairs of eyes were staring intently at the inside of the glass window.

Sitting coldly in the shed, his posture is very relaxed and comfortable, holding in his arms the sunset-colored Paul electric guitar that has experienced vicissitudes compared to his age, with earphones on his head, and raised his hand to make an "ok" gesture.

Push the button up, and the four of them listened at the same time. The first "wah" came out, and the godmother's tense forehead was released. She was not afraid of the creases on her face, and she turned around excitedly and held the manager's hand: " This is so Leng Muyang's son!"

Things went well.

Once he guessed that the kid inside was the son of his elder brother Leng Muyang, his godmother Mao Mao immediately put on a beauty filter, and the more he looked at this elder nephew, the more he liked it.At this moment, even if what he popped was a fart, she could happily do it all.

"Xiao Leng?" After the recording, Maomao blocked Leng Lie in the lounge, the metal rings on his body bumping back and forth louder than her shouts.

"Ha," Leng Lie stopped his hand about to smoke his butt, smiled and put the cigarette case back into his trouser pocket, "Sister Mao!"

He was called Mao Mao since he was a child.It's all because his father was only 20 years old when he was born, and the kids who hang out with him are still underage, and at that time, Leng Leng was strictly forbidden to call them uncles and aunts.

Leng Leng thought that he had raised himself for a generation, and called these monsters around his father brothers and sisters.

More than ten years ago, Mao Mao was really popular.No matter according to the level at that time or the current situation, it can be regarded as the wrist of the wrist.It's not for nothing that she is called the Godmother of Disco. The leggings she wears are popular all over the country.

Big earrings dangled, afro hair blown, eye rims painted as pandas...the fashionable dresses at that time were all learned from her.The song "Neon Girl" is all over the street, from the shopping mall to the street, it can be seamlessly connected, and the lyrics don't even contain skipping lines.

It's a pity that Maomao didn't come from a major. After her father Leng Muyang quit his job, she no longer has a big brother who can help her, and she has released a few love songs in a row, which are lukewarm.That was more than ten years ago when the music stars were in full swing.

She became popular for a while, and then quickly disappeared. It is said that she made a foreigner boyfriend and went abroad, and some people said that she became a nun. In short, there is no news.

When we meet again, the young girl who was in the prime of her life has become an old aunt with fine lines around her eyes. She winked with a cold smile and said, "Hello!"

Leng Lie clearly saw that in an instant, Sister Mao's eyes were moist, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. She stood there and looked at Leng Lie from top to bottom without making a sound.

My mother said that the cold temperament is like my father.He guessed that when Mao Mao saw him, he probably thought of others, thinking of his elder brother Leng Muyang who had been hanging out with him.

It turns out he was right.Maomao pushed the false eyelashes with her index finger, and swallowed her tears hard.Seeing the moment when she smiled coldly and winked at her, she really regarded him as her eldest brother.

"You've grown up! How are you doing? Where are you now?" Maomao came to his senses and asked like a cannonball.

"Hehe," Leng Lie turned sideways and pulled out a tissue from the tea table in the rest area and handed it to Maomao, "Didn't I stand in front of you, can't you see?"

"Cut!" Maomao took the tissue and dabbed it under the reddened eye sockets, "It's still the same size as before."

The two stared blankly at each other, but neither of them spoke.Just now, when Leng Lie sneaked into the lounge, she was thinking about whether to ask her father's whereabouts.They used to be so good, they should still keep in touch after all these years.But looking at her now, it's obvious that she doesn't know.

"Where's your dad? Are you okay?" Sure enough, Maomao asked.

With a bitter smile: "That year, I haven't seen him since I moved out of Yangjiao Hutong."

Maomao nodded half-understood, and after a while, raised his hand and patted Leng Lie's thin but solid shoulder twice, took out his mobile phone and shook it: "Come on, leave a number, we, sister and brother, will help each other a little bit in the future." .”

Leng Lie reported the phone number, and Mao Mao wrote it down and called back.

He took out his mobile phone to write down the number, but found that there were two more unread text messages.

The first article: "Male god, add me on WeChat!"

Rule Two: "Can I?"

Leng Lie read through the screen that the other party was trembling, and ignored it with a sneer, only memorizing Mao Mao's number.

Nothing to do in the afternoon, Leng Lie and Dawei who came to the workshop after catching up on sleep were lying sprawled on the wooden floor of the rehearsal room.

"I heard that you recorded a big job this morning?" Dawei rubbed his back until he reached the remote control of the air conditioner and turned on the air conditioner again.

"Well," replied coldly, "Now the whole shed knows that I'm Leng Muyang's son."

Dawei got up with a smirk, and stood directly at the air conditioner to blow the air: "What's the matter, didn't you say it yourself? Your father is your father, and you are you?"

Leng Lie also got up, went to the guitar and put it in the bag, sighed: "That's what I said, I still don't want to live by him."

"What's wrong with living on my father? I'm already in my 20s, and I still spend their money." Dawei patted his chest, looking very heroic, "I'll tell you, some sons are here to collect debts! What the fuck? that is!"

"Hehe," shook his head with a sneer smile, stepped on the piano bag, and said nothing, "Well... I really plan to move out of the house, if you think it's okay, I'll disturb you for a few days first, turn around Move when I find a good house?"

"Do you want to disturb me or not?" Dawei took out a bunch of keys from his bag, two of which were identical, and gave one to Leng Lie, "You go back first, I'm late tonight."

He squeezed the key coldly and nodded.After I really made the decision to move out from home, I realized that I was sick of living with Leng Dasha reluctantly.

"Xiao Leng!"

Leng Lie was walking down from the rehearsal room on the second floor, when a figure passed by on the third floor and stopped him.

He looked up and knew it was Guo Zhanpeng, the big boss, then turned around and walked to the third floor.

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