I'm on fire after being hacked

Shi Jiu didn't plan to leave, he moved a stool from the corner and sat beside him.

Among the three demos, although the last one was only a short paragraph, it moved him the most.

The arrangement alone seems to have been immersed in emotion, and something in it has a magical power that can comfort Shi Jiu's inner anxiety.

Therefore, Shi Jiu chose Han Deng.

When he came to Xingyanjing, he wanted to find music that could cure insomnia. A little trouble could cheer him up, and he continued to trace it persistently.

Shi Jiu really wanted to know, what exactly is that?

Once Han Deng started to write songs, it was as if he blocked his five senses, and he didn't care about everything around him, and his sensitivity plummeted.

On the contrary, his ears and heart resonate completely, allowing Han Deng to listen to the flow of music quietly and attentively.

Han Deng pressed his fingers on the piano a few times, then picked up the pencil attached to his ear, quickly drew some crooked symbols on the paper, and soon entered the state of creation.

The afternoon sun gradually turned into an orange color, softly passed through the transparent glass, hit Han Deng's body, and spread around him.

Shi Jiu closed his eyes and listened to the music. When Han Deng started to record, he opened his eyes. After going back and forth a few times, he actually had the urge to fall asleep.

In the line of sight, the fine fluff on Han Deng's face is clearly discernible, his brows are often wrinkled seriously, and under his small chin is an elegant neck with a beautiful collarbone.The slender, white and tender fingers deftly hold the pencil, and the handwriting is neat.

This song is about Han Deng's first love.

Although I have given up, the emotions and touches of that time and place have been preserved until now. As long as I think about it for a while, it will rush over like waves and wet the sand by the sea.

When passing by the window, the figure I glimpsed; occasionally passed by, and couldn't help turning back; when in the dance studio, Han Deng always watched Shi Jiu, watched him practice moves, watched him drink water, watched him casually Pick up a towel and wipe off the sweat.

When Shi Jiu turned his head to look at Han Deng, Han Deng always looked back in a hurry, his heartbeat would be messed up in an instant, and Han Deng could feel the temperature of his blood rising all of a sudden, as if he had caught a cold, and his skin radiated heat , but he himself cannot control it.

Immersed in memories, Han Deng's fingertips popped out notes one after another, and lay down on the blank paper one by one, turning into lead gray marks, shining in the sun, singing in harmony with the fragrance of cherry blossoms outside the house, recording Under the unknown teenager's mind.

later······

Maybe first love will be a journey with no end in sight.

The tune gradually became sad, and those unspoken words eventually rotted in the stomach, like an apple falling from a tree.

Although it has received the most ardent sunshine, met beautiful butterflies, and grew up quietly day and night, but because no one picked the ripe fruit, the apple eventually fell on the grass by itself, waiting to be picked. The end of corruption.

Han Deng closed his eyes, his fingers fluctuated from time to time, the soothing tone gradually became more intense, and the sound of the piano became faster and faster. It was a sudden rainstorm, which wetted the beauty and hope of the past.

Finally, the note stopped abruptly, Han Deng opened his eyes, and finally played a few terminators, and the story ended here.

Shi Jiu stared blankly at his hands, his eyes stained with a bit of sadness that he felt the same way.

"Why didn't you bounce it?"

Han Deng was temporarily unable to come out of his memory, and gave Shi Jiu a cold look: "It's over."

Shi Jiu subconsciously asked, "Is it over?"

"Well, it's over." Han Deng's eyelashes trembled, and he took a deep breath to calm down his emotions: "I have compiled the tune, and you can use it to choreograph."

After finishing speaking, Han Deng finally couldn't sit here calmly, stepped over the stool, opened the door and walked out.

Shi Jiu also turned his head and looked at Han Deng.

Han Deng's back looks a little thin, his black hair hangs down softly, and the dull hair that is always uplifted with high energy is also a little listless.

Seeing too much Han Deng's appearance of not paying much attention to anything, Shi Jiu is a little unaccustomed to this somewhat dejected Han Deng.

Not seeing Han Deng's figure, Shi Jiu took Han Deng's score book and chased after him.

Han Deng walked quickly, Shi Jiu strode across several stairs and walked beside Han Deng, "What's wrong?"

Han Deng glanced at him: "It's nothing, writing such a song will always make people feel a little melancholy."

Shi Jiu looked at Han Deng's side face, and in just a few seconds, the boy who was a little down just now picked himself up again, as if he didn't care.

Shi Jiu's heart also seemed to be grabbed by someone, and the slightest pain spread.Shi Jiu didn't continue to ask, he changed the subject.

"Do you have any suggestions for the choreography of this song?"

Hearing something related to the stage, Han Deng immediately cheered up and thought carefully for a while.

"Would it be better to use a folding fan? This song itself is not particularly ancient, it just needs that kind of clean meaning."

Shi Jiu pondered for a while, then gradually slowed down his pace, and said, "Folding fans are a bit too old-fashioned, how about changing them to silk ribbons?"

"Ribbon?" Han Deng's eyes lit up, but he still wanted to hear Shi Jiu's specific thoughts.

Seeing that Han Deng was interested in this topic, Shi Jiu continued:

"Boys are supposed to be rough, and you don't have to hold the ribbon in your hands. You can make a little detail on the clothes, and when you dance, you will naturally have a sense of elegance. And your song doesn't have to be So modern, isn't it?"

Han Deng listened and imagined the scene, puffed up his cheeks, and nodded unconsciously, "But where do we get that kind of clothes?"

After Han Deng finished speaking, Shi Jiu didn't respond, Han Deng finally realized and turned to look at Shi Jiu.

That's right, he is the prince of Shi Huasher, wouldn't it be easy to want a few sets of performance costumes?

Shi Jiu smiled at Han Deng, the smile broke the silence on that face, weakened the sharpness of the whole person, and his eyebrows and eyes became gentle together.

It was rare for Han Deng to see Shi Jiu laughing like this. For some reason, he felt a little flustered. He quickly turned his head and closed his mouth tightly, like a clam.

Shi Jiu put away his smile, helped to open the door of the building, let Han Deng walk over, and then continued: "Actually, when I heard the arrangement, I had a lot of inspiration, your song is great."

Han Deng still lowered his head and whispered, "Thank you."

After a while, Han Deng continued to ask, "What inspiration?"

"For example, stage lighting, stage design and so on."

"for example?"

Shi Jiu thought for a while and said, "For example... Well, first of all, light up, and it can be a little darker. These are originally needed for lyrical Chinese dance. In addition, we can make a water stage, so that we can Making the other sets simpler can also have that kind of aesthetic feeling."

Han Deng nodded, "You are quite thoughtful."

Shi Jiu didn't know which joke was poked at him, and when Han Deng told him that he had an idea in such a serious manner, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he nodded in agreement.

The two walked towards the dormitory while chatting, talking a lot about the stage.

Spring is coming to an end, the trees are lush and lush, and the path between the trees is still filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Han Deng's mood gradually improves, humming a song, and his steps become brisk.

The sound outside gradually became noisy, and Han Deng gradually heard what the sound was after crossing this path.

"Zheng Chengyan, do you know that you have to eat well in the big star? Don't be hungry! Only when you are full will you have the strength to sing!"

"Mariko, is that you Mariko? Do you think daddy won't recognize you if you wear a hat?"

"Hahahaha...he ran away!"

Han Deng listened for a while, then smiled, it turned out that it was Zhan Jie who was squatting outside the big star.

This kind of shouting culture has become popular recently, because the big stars are fully closed management, and the players cannot go out casually.Fans can only wait for the bi-weekly stage to meet their idols, which inevitably feels like too long.

The outer wall on Daxing’s side is basically made of iron fences, so in some special places, fans can meet idols who are out for activities, sisters come to take beautiful photos, distribute food to fans who are waiting to be fed, and there are also fan meetings I came here from a long distance to say a few words to Idol.

Han Deng sometimes hears some, most of them are heartwarming, and some are very funny, in short, they are all cute.

"Ahhh, Keke, Keke, mom loves you!"

Hearing this sentence, Han Deng couldn't help feeling envious.He always compares, why can Chen Ruke have fans but not him?

But soon, Han Deng dispelled this idea, relying on methods like Chen Ruke's to gain fans is a deception, he does not want to use such means to gain everyone's love.

When Han Deng and Shi Jiu walked out of the woods together, the shouts outside suddenly became louder.

"Oh my God! Shi Jiu! I read it right! I actually saw Shi Jiu here! What kind of shit luck did I have, this one is rare!"

"Wow, this long leg is too handsome!"

"Is that Han Deng next to it? The melon on Douban can't be real, right? Shi Jiu really chose Han Deng?"

"Han Deng! Han Deng! I saw the real Han Deng! Hahahaha..." Among the station sisters, this voice was particularly eye-catching, and Han Deng followed the sound.

It was a petite girl with two low braids, very pretty.

She was blocked behind, and now she is trying to jump up, saying hello: "Han Deng! You have to work hard! Come on!"

The little girl yelled hard, hoping that Han Deng could hear her voice, but because there were too many people standing in the front row, her voice was drowned out in the crowd.

Before Han Deng could find her, another incident interrupted his search.

Among the excited fans, a bottle of mineral water passed through various cameras, was thrown in through the fence, and went straight towards Han Deng's back.

As the bottle was thrown out, an angry voice shouted: "Han Deng, what else do you do besides plagiarism? Stay away from our house!"

Han Deng turned sideways to look for someone, and the surrounding voices were too noisy, so he didn't notice the bottle at all.

When Han Deng found out about this, Shi Jiu was already standing behind him.

In the end, the bottle did not fall on Han Deng, but the result was not much better.

The bottle was not tightened tightly, and when it touched the broad back, the cap fell off, and the water inside spilled out, wet the skirt of the wine dispenser, and finally fell to the ground, turning aside.