Devil characters can't be collapsed

"It's not me talking about you," Wang Chaowei kept nagging He Lin on the way back, "Do you know how busy you are in the next few days? Where did you find the spare time to make the theme song?"

"know."

He Lin's knowing is the literal meaning, and the deep meaning of these words is "I know but I still want to do this".

"Originally, I planned it very well. Director Xu couldn't find another person. The song Yu Zhuo performed in the third round was what he wanted. Even if Yu Zhuo couldn't make the same type of song, he still had to do it. Find Yu Zhuo. And Yu Zhuo just doesn’t have many things to do, so it’s not a loss, you meddle like this—” Wang Chaowei said angrily, “In addition to letting multiple people make this song, and then exhausting you, There is no other benefit."

"I've seen Xu Xizhe's movie." He Lin's voice sounded very calm, "He is an extreme perfectionist."

If Xu Xizhe didn't know that there were traces of He Lin's movement in this piece, he might have decided to settle for the next best thing and let Yu Zhuo complete it alone, but if Xu Xizhe knew that this person was He Lin, he would spare no effort to find He Lin. Until He Lin agreed.

Wang Chaowei only has a superficial understanding of movies, he is more from the perspective of an artist, and maximizing profits is his purpose of action.However, these artists always have the problem of perfectionism, and Xu Xizhe is the most among them. He once postponed the film for three months in order to wait for an artist's schedule.From this point of view, it is not impossible for Xu Xizhe to do everything possible to pester He Lin for a month.

No wonder He Lin agreed so quickly, Wang Chaowei thought, he dislikes others pestering him the most.

What's more, the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more.

"But Yu Zhuo will be very happy," Wang Chaowei said again, "How many people envy you to write songs with idols. It's really a model of success in chasing stars."

He Lin just closed his eyes, and opened them again when he heard this, "Do you believe it?"

"What do you believe? He said it himself."

He Lin didn't say anything, and said flatly, "Believe it."

The time Xu Xizhe gave was two weeks, not very abundant, but more than enough.

Yu Zhuo seldom cooperates with others to write songs. If he wants to cooperate, he directly divides the work. He chooses one of the two to compose and write lyrics. He has never completed the whole process in cooperation as requested by Director Xu.

After all, it is a two-person project, and it is not good for Yu Zhuo to start work alone.However, He Lin was indeed very busy these two days, running around during the day without seeing anyone, and only able to spare a little time at night.In the past two days, Yu Zhuo downloaded the Jinjiang app and looked at the original work, thinking about finding a chance to find He Lin sometime.

But Yu Zhuo sent him a WeChat message and he didn't reply, and he was afraid of being disturbed when he called, so he could only call Wang Chaowei in the end: "Where is He Lin?"

"He's filming the endorsement here, you want to find him? Or you can come directly," Wang Chaowei reported his address, "Remember to keep a secret, don't be photographed again like Chinese New Year."

He Lin came out after filming the endorsement commercial. At six o'clock in the evening, there was a lot of traffic on the street. He had just taken two steps when a car suddenly stopped in front of him.

The car window was rolled down halfway, Yu Zhuo turned his head slightly, hooked the sunglasses off with his index finger, raised his eyes and smiled at him, "It's not easy to see you, you are a busy man."

Wang Chaowei quickly pulled He Lin into the car.

"What are you going to do about the theme song?" Wang Chaowei knew the purpose of Yu Zhuo's visit, "He Lin is more free at night, so this is more troublesome, you have to find a place..."

"How about I let the company set aside a piece of land to write songs for you?" Wang Chaowei suggested, "Actually, the small corridor in the recording studio is also fine. If you don't mind..."

I want to know He Lin's answer: "I hate it."

It seems that this is not the first time that Wang Chaowei has been rejected by others, and he continued very smoothly: "There is nothing to do about it."

"Actually, there are ways," Yu Zhuo said slowly, rubbing his chin with one hand, with a vague smile on his lips, "It's just a bit out of bounds."

"Hmm?" Wang Chaowei wanted to ask for a long time, "When did you draw the [-]th parallel?"

He Lin looked at Yu Zhuo with doubts in his eyes.

"If you don't mind," Yu Zhuo said jokingly, "you can come to my house."

The two of them didn't speak, Wang Chaowei was thinking about the feasibility, while He Lin's eyes kept wandering around Yu Zhuo's face.

"Too out of bounds?" Yu Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, the small corridor is also good."

He Lin suddenly reminded: "Turn left."

At this intersection, turn left in the direction of Yu Zhuo's house.

Yu Zhuo raised the corners of his lips, "It doesn't mean crossing the line, right?"

Only Wang Chaowei looked confused - when did they get along well enough to know each other's home address?

Yu Zhuo lives alone in this house, and the decoration is done as he likes. There are a row of dolls on the sofa, a handful of dried flowers on the table, and the discs in the cabinet are scattered all over the place. I probably didn’t expect outsiders to come one day when I arranged the house. .

"Master bedroom, second bedroom, and guest room." Yu Zhuo changed his shoes at the entrance, turned on the living room light with a snap, and pointed He Lin in a few directions, "Where do you want to sleep?"

"Sorry, just ask politely." Without waiting for He Lin to make a choice, Yu Zhuo walked to the room closest to his bedroom and opened the door, "I don't have to choose, it's here."

Yu Zhuo took out the quilt and pillows from the cabinet and put them on the bed, helped He Lin make the bed before coming out, and sat on the sofa.

Just after sitting down, Li Chengrui sent a message.

- go out and drink

- out.

-?

-Someone at home.

Li Chengrui on the other end looked at these four words and fell into deep thought.

Everyone in their circle knew that Yu Zhuo never brought anyone home, because it was troublesome and unnecessary.

"Damn it," Dong Yueze shook Li Chengrui's shoulders, "He's really calmed down! It's too embarrassing for us to see everyone after they brought them back!"

Not long after, Yu Zhuo's cell phone rang.The screen lit up, and Li Chengrui's name was written on it.Yu Zhuo stood up and said to He Lin, "You should read the script first", then opened the glass door and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

"Yu Zhuo, is there someone at home? Isn't that meaningless to you?" Li Chengrui's voice was not loud, just listening to the yin and yang, "Where are you playing with the golden house?"

"I said it's a boyfriend?" Yu Zhuo rubbed his eyebrows, "It's just a colleague."

The balcony door was not closed tightly, leaving a narrow gap, Yu Zhuo's word for word on the balcony slipped through the gap and fell into He Lin's ears.

I don't know who I'm explaining to.

Thinking about it carefully, it has been several months since we broke up, and He Lin really doesn't know much about who is around Yu Zhuo.

With the script in hand, He Lin turned over a page in an average of ten seconds. The time interval was very precise, but the memory began to break down, and the sentence groups that didn't match the preface and the afterword were pieced together in his mind. Not right.

Yu Zhuo came back after answering the phone, glanced casually at He Lin on the sofa, and was about to sit down, when he saw He Lin turning over a page of the script in his hand, as if he was studying the script, and asked casually, "Who?" .”

"It's so wide," Yu Zhuo asked half-jokingly, "Your family lives by the sea?"

After he finished speaking, he paused again. He vaguely remembered that He Lin's house seemed to be indeed by the sea, and he could see the sea when he stepped out of the balcony, so he changed his words again and answered his question, "Friend."

He Lin turned the script forward more than ten pages without any trace, trying to connect the plot again.

"The Moment of Silence" is a sci-fi doomsday movie. After reading the script, you can basically understand why Xu Xizhe fell in love with the style of Yu Zhuo's third round of performances.

The feeling that Xu Xizhe wants is not simple to say the least - what he wants is not Algeria surrounded by deserts, nor Siberia where the cold wind blows, what he wants is Murmansk, which is located in the Arctic Circle but is not frozen all year round.

However, not every collision of chemicals will produce results, and sometimes serious accidents may even occur.

After finally holding back a short beginning, just such a short paragraph of irrelevant things, they had a lot of differences of opinion.

The air was quiet for a second, and He Lin spat out two words: "Full reform."

"Can you say that again?"

Yu Zhuo's strong personal style comes from his own experience.Yu Hongde has always been displeased with Yu Zhuo's crooked ways of not doing business properly. Yu Zhuo learned all his skills secretly. While fighting guerrilla warfare with Yu Hongde, he also explored the way of music by himself. After exploring, a unique Yuzhuo style has been formed.

He Lin is different.He has been a music student from the very beginning. He has received systematic study at the Conservatory of Music and has a solid reserve of theoretical knowledge. He has never received a grade below A in any course. A sense of distance at a high level, especially in his most unpopular pieces, the sense of distance is even stronger.

The two of them are taking completely different paths, and it is inevitable that there will be differences. However, both of them are difficult to convince, and they are at a stalemate for a while.

"Get out of my way," Yu Zhuo was heartbroken seeing He Lin's frequent deletions and changes, "This can't be changed here."

He Lin glanced at him, but didn't intend to let go of the pen and paper, "It's even worse if you do this."

"..."

Maybe He Lin and that unknown music student really have some kind of wonderful kinship, even the way of finding faults is so similar - without saying too many words to explain, the word "ugly" can dismiss everything.

Yu Zhuo still remembers the song 43546. The revision process runs through the entire suggestion book. It is a miracle that it was born successfully.

"Tsk, I have a lot of ideas at such a young age." Yu Zhuo flipped through the suggestion book, "Send him a song and pick out so many problems."

The bartender faintly felt that this sounded like the tone of a 99.5 in the exam but was not praised by the parents, but he said while wiping the wine glass, "You still find fault? It would be nice to send him off."

Yu Zhuo didn't hear what the bartender said, and said to himself: "Tsk, wine is sweeter than people."

The bartender said angrily: "It's on purpose, don't send him away, take it back, how can anyone do this."

Yu Zhuo shook his head, closed the suggestion book, "You know, children have to be coaxed."

Where did so much reason come from, the bartender thought inexplicably.He looked up at the clock again, "Hey, it's time for you to go on stage later."

Yu Zhuo picked up the guitar beside the high stool, "Let's go."

The show officially starts at ten o'clock in the evening.

He Lin came very late today. He had just quarreled with his father. He wasn't in a bad mood, but he couldn't say he was in a good mood either.His father was furious at his decision to go abroad to study music without authorization, locked him in the room, and ordered him to reflect.This trick is considered light, He Lin has tried it many times.As soon as the door of the room was closed, he looked at the surrounding layout coldly and made an extraordinary decision.

He jumped out of the window and wandered leisurely, as if attracted by something, to the bar he frequented.

Towards the end, Yu Zhuo hummed a song that no one present had heard before.

At this moment, He Lin raised his head.

Yu Zhuo looked in his direction, but He Lin looked straight into his eyes. Between light and shadow, they seemed to be looking at each other through a crowded crowd. The light is like dancing blue fire.

Some curious people asked what it was and why there were no lyrics.

"Words? No words, I gave them away." Yu Zhuo quickly looked away, thought for a while, and said, "Oh, he might be here today."

"Play it for you," Yu Zhuo looked in a certain direction, as if talking to someone, flicked his fingertips on the guitar, and sighed helplessly, "Don't let me change this passage."

There was a booing sound from the audience, drowning out a shallow and low-pitched laugh hidden in the crowd.

Facts have proved that children really need to be coaxed.After that day, Yu Zhuo went to look through the suggestion book again, and the other party skipped the section he played that night, and no matter how much he suggested revisions, he never moved that section again.

There was an extra line in the suggestion book: I played well that day.

Yu Zhuo recalled the words on the suggestion book, and suddenly looked at He Lin with probing eyes.

He Lin noticed his gaze, "What are you looking at?"

After a while, Yu Zhuo withdrew his gaze and came to a conclusion——

Still not the same.

He Lin was hard to coax at first glance.

They didn't discuss anything, and they fell asleep at two o'clock.

In the morning, He Lin left very early, and there was very little movement, which did not wake Yu Zhuo up.

During the day, Yu Zhuo read the script again, bit the pen and re-edited the short paragraph that he had suffocated yesterday, hoping to use the new melody to convince He Lin that he was right.

It was past three o'clock in the morning when He Lin came back, and Yu Zhuo gave him a key, so he opened the door by himself.

Yu Zhuo wrote a new version, thinking to wait for He Lin to come back to persuade him, but he didn't expect to lie on the sofa without being sleepy, and fell asleep hastily with his pillow in his arms.

A few dolls standing on the back of the sofa fell off and hit Yu Zhuo's back. The scattered papers slipped from his fingertips. He obviously hadn't sensed He Lin's return yet.

He Lin stepped forward, remained silent for a long time, finally bent down, picked up Yu Zhuo, and prepared to carry him to the room and sleep on the bed.

Yu Zhuo was not very conscious, and subconsciously hooked He Lin's neck during the movement, rubbing his face against his neck, "He Lin."

He Lin probably didn't expect that Yu Zhuo would call his name when he fell asleep, and his body became stiff for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Yu Zhuo just buried his face in He Lin's neck, like a wolf resting in the occupied territory, he bared the tip of his teeth in a daze, pressed against He Lin's collarbone, and exerted his strength unceremoniously.

Being bitten suddenly, He Lin let out a muffled snort.

This is not over yet, after Yu Zhuo finished biting, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said impatiently, "...don't change my song randomly, do you understand?"

He Lin didn't bother to argue with him, so he put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

When Yu Zhuo lay down, he seemed to say something vaguely, which sounded like "the bones are still quite hard".

This man really bit down hard, and the teeth marks did not dissipate for a long time.

He Lin walked around to the living room, there were a few pieces of paper scattered on the table, he picked it up and looked at it - sure enough, Yu Zhuo completely negated the things he said he wanted to change yesterday, but he didn't change back to the original idea, but changed a new one instead. tune.

Yu Zhuo may have expected that He Lin would not be able to help changing it, so he specially put a bracket behind it, which read: Do not change the place marked in red.

Then He Lin looked again, basically the whole piece of paper was drawn with red lines, but that line of words became the most dazzling black.

It means, no, promise, change.

He Lin touched his collarbone thoughtfully, there was a shallow tooth mark on it, and it was itchy when he brushed it with his fingertips.He picked up the black pen and scratched out the word "no" in the line "do not change the place marked in red".

Don't change the red line, this line is not red lined.