14 years time difference

In 2005, the No. [-] super typhoon "Haitang" came violently. Although it is located inland, Jincheng was still cloudy and rainy for days.

Chen Jia hugged her notebook and sat quietly waiting. Her song selection meeting should have started 10 minutes ago. Lin Jiajia, who was in front of her, was still arguing with the music teacher in the meeting room. The door was closed. , When the discussion got heated, she heard the music teacher scold loudly: "I don't know what you are insisting on? How many days have you been practicing this song? It doesn't work out at all, and it's not suitable for you at all. If you don't change it now, you'll be fine later." How many days are left? At that time, you can't change it even if you want to!"

Then Lin Jiajia said with a trembling voice: "Anyway, even if I am eliminated, I don't want to be called someone else! Just leave me alone!"

The sound of chairs slid across the floor, the sound of footsteps, the sound of approaching footsteps, and then the door was suddenly opened. Lin Jiajia almost rushed out of the door, with her head down, before Chen Jia could say hello to her. , then hurried away.

Chen Jia silently watched her disappear into the other end of the corridor.

Since Zhou Zipei described eight to six as a "battle of life and death", the atmosphere among the players has become weird. Lin Jiajia is especially in the center of low pressure. They are all like dialects, but not as good as dialects in every aspect.”

Dialect is the kind of lady in the traditional sense, born in a high-ranking family, always a top student and leader, who wakes up at 07:30 every day to practice voice, and is meticulous in rehearsals until late at night.Whenever Chen Jia and Tao Lexin were sleepy at the rehearsal site, Zhou Zipei simply lay down on several chairs together and fell asleep. At the same time, Fang Yan still stood upright and listened to the opinions of the instructor and director , Du Siren was still alive and kicking on the stage. Every time Chen Jia saw this scene, he felt that these two people were really scary like monsters.

But she wasn't afraid.

The staff came and called her in.

She entered and sat down at the conference table.

The music teacher asked her the first sentence: "Do you want to change the song?"

She was silent for a few seconds, acting as if she didn't hear anything, and said what she had already decided on earlier: "...Teacher, I want to change the opening part to pure human voice accompaniment."

"To be honest, this original song is really immature, and it's not a style familiar to domestic audiences. We've been polishing it since last week. Do you feel satisfied?"

"……Not so satisfied."

"Then do you want to change it?"

"No change."

The music teacher sighed: "Everyone of you is like this. Lin Jiajia said she shouldn't be like others, what about you? You are different enough from others. Why is it harder to persuade each other?"

Chen Jia was silent.The decisions she has made, almost never change.She hates self-doubt, and she doesn't like people negating her decisions.

The meeting was over, it was past lunch time, and the canteen of the TV station had closed meals. It was raining outside, and she had no umbrella to use. She was afraid that the rain would get wet. The inspiration she wrote down in her notebook had to be stuffed under her clothes. The rain was stronger than hers. Expected to be bigger, it hit her forehead, and soon slid down her bangs, dripping on her eyelashes, blocking her vision.

It has been raining for several days, and the fans who usually squatted near the TV station and the hotel did not come.

She raised her head and wiped her eyes. Two people walking towards each other under the same umbrella in the rain were going in the opposite direction to the TV station.

The person holding the umbrella is Du Siren, and the person huddled under the umbrella is Li Miaomiao.

The umbrella was hers, the one taken by Li Miaomiao when it rained in Guangzhou that day.

The Dusi people's meeting time is behind her.

Li Miaomiao called her: "Chen Jia? It's raining so hard, why don't you take an umbrella?"

The Dusi people also called her: "You go with us, and when you get there, you go back with an umbrella."

She suddenly felt unhappy for some reason. Maybe it was because the song selection was not going well, or maybe the low-pressure state of other people these days disturbed her mind. She replied to them: "No need." Then she ran in the rain with her hands He clutched the notebook tightly against his belly.

Running back to the hotel in one breath, the lady at the front desk kindly helped her get a towel.

After the national competition started, the hotel closed the cafe with few customers for fear of causing riots, and only served them for meals.When Chen Jia walked into the coffee shop, it was obvious that something unpleasant was happening inside.

Several players are present.

At the center of the low-pressure storm, Lin Jiajia was questioning Lin Zhique: "The same player, the same champion, why favor one over another?"

Lin Zhique had a calm expression on his face: "If you think it's my fault, you can vent it as much as you want."

Dialect stood up and persuaded: "How about this? If only three people can go to the magazine shoot, I won't go, or we can draw lots to make a new selection."

There was a loud thunder outside, and Chen Jia seemed to see someone's dignity being struck by lightning.

Lin Jiajia's voice suddenly increased: "Dialect, what do you mean? I'm not talking to you, and I don't need you to give it to me. All I want is fair and open competition."

Dialect didn't know how to answer, she had obviously never dealt with such a situation before, her face was red and white alternately, anger and vulnerability intertwined, Tao Lexin pushed her behind her, and said to her impatiently: "Hey, you are not going to a meeting Is it? You go, don't make trouble here."

When she left the coffee shop, she passed Chen Jia who was standing at the entrance. Her expression was tangled, and seeing Chen Jia's wet appearance, she didn't forget to worry: "Why are you so wet? Change clothes quickly, and be careful of catching a cold. "

Dialect is such a person.

Chen Jia walked to the bar and asked the waiter to order a beef rice for her.

The confrontation between Lin Jiajia and Lin Zhique continues.

The coffee shop is not big, and there are not many people there, so you can hear every word clearly.

Lin Zhique asked: "If you were chosen instead of someone else, do you think the result is fair? If five champions go together, will you complain about other people who are not champions?"

"...Miss Bird, please answer my question directly, and don't make assumptions that don't exist."

Since Tao Lexin heard it from Chen Jia, the title "Miss Bird" has been spread among the contestants.

"Okay. Jiajia, listen carefully. The contract with the magazine has been signed, and there are some things that I can't change. You may feel very unwilling, and I'm not going to persuade you to open a little bit. There are always people. One thing that will never give up is not being reconciled. If you feel that not being reconciled can support you to go further, then it’s up to you.”

Lin Jiajia still wanted to argue, but Tao Lexin and Zhou Zipei coaxed and persuaded her, and finally took her away.Lin Zhique sat alone by the window, folded his arms and looked at the fast-flowing rain on the window glass. There was a half cup of cold coffee and a laptop on the table.

The waiter brought a tray with a meal of beef rice.

Chen Jia sat down opposite Lin Zhique.

Lin Zhique glanced at her.

"Wet like this? Didn't you bring an umbrella?"

"...Well, Miaomiao took the umbrella away."

"What's the matter? He looks dissatisfied."

Chen Jia was stunned, "Huh? No." She picked up the peppers on the plate with her chopsticks. "...Isn't the candidate for the magazine shoot determined according to the ranking of the SMS vote?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you just say that?"

In Chen Jia's view, there was clearly no injustice in this.

Lin Zhique replied: "Do you think Lin Jiajia can't guess it?"

"If she guessed it, why lose her temper?"

Chen Jia has always been too lazy to figure out other people's thoughts.

"It's one thing to guess, but it's another to accept it. Forget it, people like you who drenched yourself without an umbrella shouldn't need to understand."

She really didn't care that much, but it was at this point that she remembered to take out the notebook in her clothes, and checked to make sure it wasn't wet. The bookmark made of pink rose petals was clipped to the song she was rejected today. one page.

Chen Jia showed it to Lin Zhique.

"Here are the flowers you gave me."

Lin Zhique recalled it for several seconds.

She skipped the bookmark and glanced at the lyrics and melody in the book.

"Here's your song for Friday."

"Well, but today the teacher advised me to change one."

Lin Zhique said firmly, "No change."

"Ok?"

"This song is good, and many people will like it."

"You know it just by looking at it?"

"I have a hunch."

Chen Jia smiled, she very much agreed with Lin Zhique's idea.

"You just said that people always have one thing that they never give up."

"Ah."

"Then what's yours?"

Lin Zhique picked up her coffee and said with a smile, "I coaxed her to play."

Chen Jia had an itchy nose and sneezed.

The door of the meeting room opened, dialect raised his head, and the Dusi people were coming out of it.

She smiled gently and shook her shoulder: "It's your turn."

Fang Yan got up, and the two of them rubbed shoulders. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and grabbed Du Siren's sleeve.

"Where are you going? The practice room?"

"Hmm." Du Siren looked over, as if she could understand her thoughts just by looking at her, "What's the matter? Do you want me to wait for you?"

"……are you busy?"

She still felt unable to ask for help, the embarrassment that had nowhere to rest.

Du Siren didn't answer her, and sat down on the chair at the door: "I'll wait for you. You go."

Dialect let out a long breath silently.Dusi people are really reassuring companions.

The meeting was brief and smooth. The music teacher was very satisfied with her current practice situation, and only advised her to pay attention to rest and not to tense her nerves all day long.

Dialect and the Dusi people left together, they did not go to the practice room.Except for the coffee shop, the second floor of the TV station is an entire empty lobby. The floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall spreads into a long arc-shaped wall. The heavy rain poured down, and the glass was wiped into glazed glass. Unfortunately, there was no light, and it was gray.They stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the incessant rain.

Dialect and Du Siren narrated what happened in the hotel coffee shop, about Lin Jiajia's hostility towards her recently, and sighed after speaking: "I don't know if Miss Bird will feel embarrassed?"

The man from Dusi said, "She won't. She will take care of it, don't worry."

"Is Jiajia and I really similar?"

"It's not like that."

"Where is it not like? Everyone says it is like."

Du Siren laughed and said, "It's because you are all beautiful, you all like to wear skirts, and you were all class cadres when you were in school, is it similar?"

"You avoid the serious and take the light."

"It's not me who avoids the important ones. You go to bed early and get up early every day, and you don't come when we tell you to eat late at night. You are also extremely picky eaters. You say this is greasy and that is unhealthy every day. You spend half an hour picking out green onions and coriander every day for meals. Jiajia is much more interesting than you. I see that you have no common sense in life. You don’t know the depth of laundry and you have to separate it. Tao Lexin said that she had a stomachache, but you actually told her to drink Banlangen and go to bed early. Do you know? Jiajia Jiajia has everything in her medicine box, and Jiajia has a good memory. Every time she orders meals, she goes to order some spicy and non-spicy ones, and yours without onions and coriander. Jiajia always has hemostatic tape and Sanitary napkins, she will bring an extra umbrella when it rains, do you have one?"

The dialect is dumb.People from Du Si are criticizing her as a rich lady whose form is greater than reality.

"...you are so ruthless."

Du Si showed a nice smile.

"So, you don't need to feel any burden because you won her once. You lost to her a lot. If the audience wants to simply and rudely classify you as the same person, then Jiajia should also have the right to object .”

The dialect was dissatisfied: "Are there so many places where I lost?"

"Yes, I have."

"Go to hell you."

Dusi put his forehead against the glass stupidly, staring at the flowing rain, almost cross-eyed.

"What if it was you? If it was you, you won for more than [-] years, and suddenly someone said that your [-] years were just another person's defective copy, what would you do?"

The dialect is silent, not knowing how to answer.

Dusi said: "So, you don't have to do anything, she is just competing with herself."

Dialect looked at the side face of Du Siren.

"When we first met, I thought you were an optimist with a rough nerve."

Du Siren laughed: "I'm the kind of optimist with a very fine nerve."

The sky is always gray, noon is no different from evening.

The air-conditioning in the coffee shop of the hotel was bitter, Lin Zhique was wrapped in the Dusi shirt, and sat in the business seat by the window all day.This is the only location in the cafe with cable access.

As night approached, Li Miaomiao came and sat across from her, sifting through the letters received by the contestants.

Lin Zhique lightly accused Li Miaomiao: "You are invading their privacy."

"What a serious accusation. These letters were not written to them themselves, but to people imagined by the audience."

Lin Zhique smiled and said nothing, half agreeing, half not caring.

Li Miaomiao divided the letters into two stacks, those that could be handed over to the contestants and those that were withheld without authorization.

Lin Zhique stretched his waist and glanced out of the window. A big dark blue umbrella covered two people. When he approached the gate, the umbrella was closed. That is Dusi people.

Half a minute later, her mobile phone received a text message from Dusiren:

"Excuse me, is anyone hurting their spirits because of work?"

After reading it, she threw it away, and the phone fell into the gap between the cushion and the back of the sofa.

No return.

What a pity, Lin Jiajia has been sent away by her for half an afternoon, why is she still concerned.

Li Miaomiao put a letter alone in the corner.

She picked it up casually and looked at it. The recipient was Chen Jia, an address in Guangzhou, and it said "Qiu Ling sent".

The pages on the computer were loading at a slow speed, and she browsed several forums related to the program every day as usual to monitor the trend of public opinion.

A post appeared on the homepage of Tieba that aroused her interest.

She clicked in and browsed with relish, making her laugh out loud.

Li Miaomiao looked up and asked her what's wrong?

"I saw something very interesting, Zhu He must like it."

She turned the screen and pushed the computer in front of Li Miaomiao.

The title of that post was: [Jia Si Wang Dao!The crackling sparks between the kings made my heart itch so much].