Wildfire Mambo

Wildfire sang.

Fans refreshed their Weibo, and suddenly saw Jian Zhuo's new post: @野火2Flaming: Without further ado, get up and listen to the music.

After clicking in and out of that Weibo repeatedly, they suspected that they were dazzled.

Because yesterday Jian Zhuo was still counting down 30 days.

- There are still 31 days until the release of the song by the great musician doubleH, and we are entering the final competition, cheer up.

- There are still 32 days until the big artist JZ releases a song, a great choice for handsome men and beautiful women.

-I'm done, my first mixtape went live at 0201, 40 days left.I will post on Weibo every day to promote "I'm going to release a song", if you scroll through your screen and don't listen to it, you have no conscience.Because the popular ones are too expensive and I can’t afford them, I don’t want Weibo to hinder my progress, so I plan to do it manually and send one every day to remind you.

Isn't there a full 30 days left?How to cut corners half of the game?While thinking, the fans obediently opened the link posted by Jian Zhuo.

But Jian Zhuo himself did not decide to define this behavior as brain twitching.

He can post his songs whenever he wants, can't he rush home for the New Year?

"Jane Zhuo!"

Jian Zhuo was trying out the sound of the synthesizer at the screen with big glasses, when he was interrupted by a loud door opening.

As soon as the light poured in, the room wrapped in black soundproof cotton was brightened.

"Hurry up for the funeral!" Jian Zhuo threw the earphones on the table, and turned to look at Qi Yike who rushed in.

"It's not February [-]st, what are you doing now?"

"That's it?" Jian Zhuo turned the chair around, "New Year's surprise, can't you?"

"You haven't contacted the promotion yet, why are you crazy?" Qi Yike walked into this small room and felt the degree of clutter. There was really no place to stay. He tiptoed to Jian Zhuo: Let’s not talk about this, I will fill out your entry form.”

Jian Zhuo was startled, "What? What kind of competition?"

"This year's Blaze of Glory." Qi Yike leaned over to meet his gaze, "You must go."

The Blaze of Glory competition, referred to as BOG, started from the underground in Taiwan. After more than ten years of holding experience, it has become an authoritative competition in the national rap industry.It is undeniable that he is helpful, without exception, every winner will have a place in this circle.

Qi Yike was one of them, the champion two years ago when he was 20 years old.

"Fuck me..." Jian Zhuo stood up in shock, "Why didn't you ask me first when you did these things?! Are you addicted to being a guardian?"

"Otherwise, do you want to participate in the TV audition?" Qi Yike pinched Jian Zhuo's face, patted it again, thoughtfully: "If you go, maybe it's really possible, and you will be popular, little girl? Everyone likes good-looking people? If you have traffic, you will have money. If you have traffic, people will listen to your songs. If you become famous, remember to bring us OSOM, and the tour ticket price can be tripled."

"If you don't want to die, why don't you go up and shame yourself. Isn't our Young Master Qi a handsome guy? Chen Guanxi from Qingyang District." Jian Zhuo peeled off a piece of milk, and then said lightly: "Except for the fact that the legs are a little loopy."

Qi Yike scolded him and pushed him back, Jian Zhuo stood still and said seriously: "I'm really not good at battle, it's so embarrassing. And I have a bad temper, I might be really angry to beat someone."

"If you can't do it, practice. Everyone in OSOM will be willing to help you. If you want to beat someone, go there. The worst thing is to run away from the police after beating someone. As long as you really want to do things well, these are never problems." Qi Yike looked at him , "Jian Zhuo, what did you tell me when you found me before? Now you just stay in the recording studio every day? No label, no relationship, no performances."

He frowned, "If you are ambitious, do it. I don't care how you fall. You can die. It's better than being timid now."

Why does Jian Zhuo not want to be on a bigger stage, but he has too many worries. That experience almost became his nightmare, causing him to fall into a vortex, worried that his inexperience would be laughed at by others, and worried that his grades would affect him forever. Qi Yike, who helped him, was actually responsible for his own spinelessness in the final analysis.

"You don't care, and I don't care. The big deal is to lose face together. If you go up and say that I am from OSOM, your sign will be smashed." Jian Zhuo didn't let that silence last for a long time. It would not have taken so much time to make this decision. .

Qi Yike's eyes lit up, and he seemed a little excited: "Our signboard will be smashed."

Emphasis on "we".

Jian Zhuo pretended to be nonchalant and lowered her head to clean up her desk, freeing the scattered snack packages from the messy charging cables.

The narrow room covered with black sound-proof cotton seemed so dark, only the screen was bright, and the blue light projected on Jian Zhuo's twinkling eyes made Qi Yike laugh, "You live like a fucking a mouse."

Jian Zhuo gritted his teeth, picked out a piece of milk and stuffed it into his mouth, watching Qi Yike as if he had been fed Hedinghong, and jumped up with a "bass", and then spit that thing at the rubbish at his feet bucket.Jian Zhuo said directly: "My day, if you don't eat it, give it back to me!"

"So you should admit that people call you a little brat... how old you are, you still eat milk tablets every day."

"Go away." Jian Zhuo was impatient, "Let's say first, don't disturb me during the Spring Festival, and don't arrange things at that time. I want to go out with my friends during the Spring Festival!"

With a dazed head on his face, Qi Yike was decisively kicked out of the house by Jian Zhuo, until he stumbled into the carriage and couldn't turn the corner: Where did Jian Zhuo find any friends who could travel together?

Jian Zhuo chewed the original milk tablets and walked to the window, the clinic could be seen from this small window.

He pursed his lips, turned around and found a business card from under a pile of messy data cables on the work table, smiled with a taste of milk in his mouth, and dialed the landline.

"Hello, this is a private dental clinic, what can I do for you?"

Jian Zhuo leaned against the window, opened his mouth and said nonsense: "I have a toothache, and it hurts so much that I can't walk."

"Where is the pain..."

"I can't tell. It hurts too much, and I'm blurred. Call Dr. Zhou. I'm his patient. I'm dying. The pain is so painful that I started to roll over in bed three and a half weeks ago."

The front desk had obviously never seen this kind of battle, and it was too late to confirm whether Zhou Shuchen was still in the hospital: "First, may I ask your address..."

"You tell Zhou Shuchen directly that I am Jian Zhuo, and he will know." Jian Zhuo said.

In less than 4 minutes, Zhou Shuchen's figure appeared in the elevator room.

Seeing this, Jian Zhuo was about to put his protruding head back, but was caught by Zhou Shuchen.

Zhou Shuchen walked over in three steps, pinched Jian Zhuo's cheek who pretended to open the door just now, "What are you tricking me into here for?"

"Why do you think I'm lying to you?" Jian Zhuo muttered.

"Come and flip one? Roll forward." Zhou Shuchen felt funny, "Little ancestor, I am an orthodontist, did you call the wrong department?"

"Remove the braid?" Zhou Shuchen turned his head slightly to look at him, raised his eyebrows, and reached out to rub the top of his hairy head: "It feels much better."

Jian Zhuo was dissatisfied with his evasiveness, and waved away Zhou Shuchen's troublesome hand, "I really hurt!"

He still insisted on the word "self", his face wrinkled in a natural way, and he jumped up to the shoe box on the side, narrowing the height difference with Zhou Shuchen.

Before the words finished, Zhou Shuchen's face froze for an instant, and he moved closer to press Jian Zhuo's mouth, but Jian Zhuo covered his face with a bear's paw tied with gauze, preventing Zhou Shuchen from escaping his sight.

"you listen to me."

Zhou Shuchen didn't stop his movements, and motioned him to continue.

Jian Zhuo said stickily: "I want to go, Iceland."

Zhou Shuchen blinked lightly in Jian Zhuo's palm, his eyelashes scratched his palm, causing a burst of tenderness.

After waiting for a while, Jian Zhuo didn't get any response, he was a little dissatisfied: "Why don't you speak."

"I'm waiting for you to say 'but'." Zhou Shuchen said.

Jian Zhuo was startled, and pursed her lips: "...There is no 'but'."

Gently pulling Jian Zhuo's hand away from his eyes, Zhou Shuchen looked up at him without speaking.

Inexplicably, Jian Zhuo felt that the whole person felt a little weightless, and began to subconsciously turn away his eyes to avoid Zhou Shuchen's sight.He didn't understand, since when did he fail to face Zhou Shuchen seriously.

Zhou Shuchen's white coat was ironed meticulously, but the front lapel was pulled out of wrinkles by Jian Zhuo's left hand.

Jian Zhuo tried his best to get rid of those weird emotions, and pulled his eyes back to meet the person in front of him: "You will take me away, Zhou Shuchen."

Every time Jian Zhuo called people, because of his pronunciation habit, he would prolong the end of the sound, which brought some unexpected coquettish meaning.

What about Zhou Shuchen?Zhou Shuchen always speaks standard Mandarin without any local accent.

Because of his work at home, he has followed his father in many cities since he was a child, such as Suzhou, Beijing, Shenzhen, and later Hong Kong, Phoenix, Aarhus, and Chengdu.

Nowhere, no city has ever brought him a sense of belonging

So Zhou Shuchen especially likes to listen to Jian Zhuo's speech, including those dialect raps he wrote.I just feel that Jian Zhuo's Chengdu accent with a warm and soft ending is sweet even when speaking Mandarin.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes and smiled: "What's the rush, there are still many procedures to go through."

Jian Zhuo put his hands on his shoulders, brows filled with joy, "I'll get all the materials for you later. I saw that Iceland seems to be a Schengen country. I seem to have applied for a Schengen visa when I went to Germany in junior high school... I don't know the validity period Have you passed?"

As soon as the words were finished, the cardboard box under Jian Zhuo's feet suddenly deflated and sagged straight down.He kicked the shoe box away, and suddenly he could only look up at Zhou Shuchen. He suddenly remembered: "I'm a gangster and no one cares about me. I can go out to play at any time, and you are not like me."

"I'm the boss, no one cares about me." Zhou Shuchen blinked at him frankly.

OK, you are still a cow.Jian Zhuo was speechless.

"But didn't you say you were going to compete?" Zhou Shuchen recalled this, "Isn't the preliminaries at the end of the month?"

Only then did Jian Zhuo realize, "Then just wait."

Although he didn't have any ideas, maybe it was a day trip.

He suddenly remembered Zhou Shuchen's phrase "the future will be long" the night before, and he raised his face and grinned at Zhou Shuchen: "Anyway, the future will be long."