Wildfire Mambo

When Mira found Jian Zhuo, Jian Zhuo was helping Qi Yike to shoot the fashion brand "SHOOTz" for a buyer's show.

The boy walked towards her wearing a black sleeveless embroidered vest, the long hem was tucked into the khaki overalls, he grinned at her without much familiarity, and grabbed Lanyan's Fat, and said, "Beauty, are you looking for me?"

Mira didn't answer this meaningless question, and gestured to Qi Yi Kirby, who was looking at the photo just taken on the monitor with his elbows folded aside, which probably meant that she had to take him away.

Jian Zhuo looked back and forth suspiciously, followed Mira's left, before he could ask the question, Mira spoke first: "Hello, I'm the DJ producer of the OPP label under SoundW**e Man, my name is Mira."

Jian Zhuo stopped in his tracks as if he had been stimulated by something, and stood there looking down at the little girl with short hair in front of him, and murmured in a low voice: "...It's really here."

Unable to hear what Jian Zhuo was muttering, Mira frowned as if in a bad temper: "Wen An will come to Chengdu to see you in a few days, I'll take a look first."

"Who is Wen An?"

"Manager, come over to discuss cooperation with you." Mira raised an eyebrow: "Maybe I will become your manager too."

Jian Zhuo was a little dizzy, staring bluntly at the multiple silver rings on Mira's ears, before she could recover, she was blocked by Mira at the corner of the stairs.The girl got closer and asked, "Did you do the sound mixing yourself? What did you use?"

"Cubase." Jian Zhuo seldom confronts a girl with such a strong aura, and inevitably shows a little embarrassment: "After finishing the arrangement, I will mix it up by the way, it's more convenient."

"The basic skills are not bad, but it's a bit daunting. You may be pursuing a clean vocal, but it's too white. Why don't you dare to give out reverb and delay?" Mira stared straight up at him: "I don't have a systematic study. You can hear it after listening to it. I read the information that you dropped out of high school, right? Didn’t you want to go to a music school?”

"I got a diploma!" Jian Zhuo didn't know where SW collected the news: "I think about it now. But at the time, I thought rap was the simplest form of music to express emotions. I can do it, but I didn’t expect that I would owe my own ideas to every link, and there are indeed a lot of make-up lessons to realize it.”

The golden-blue polarizing glitter shone fiercely on Mira's gray-black eye shadow. She didn't speak any more. Standing under the red no-smoking sign, she took out a pack of cigarettes from the inner bag of her suit jacket, and suddenly seemed to remember something. Turning around and asking Jian Zhuo: "If you don't smoke, I will avoid it."

"Not addictive." Jian Zhuo replied, not to mention that he smokes less second-hand smoke every day when he is with the OSOM group.Not everyone is Zhou Shuchen, who will put out the cigarette when they see him.

As if she didn't care much about his answer, Mira lowered her head and lit the thin cigarette.

"Qi Yike said that I am actually a fast learner, and I can tune the tone beautifully." Jian Zhuo said seriously, "You know I do Old School more often, so I am used to thickening my vocals."

"Adjusting the tone is just a basic skill." Mira looked at Jian Zhuo in the smoke, paused, and then spoke again after a while: "The concept needs to be changed. I know that there is a specialization in art, but I can still learn more when I have the opportunity."

"At that time, Wen'an will definitely give you a guarantee. It doesn't matter if you don't do well in some aspects. After all, you can find the corresponding team to help you with all your strength. You just need to make music with peace of mind." Mira raised her eyebrows and asked again: "Are you excited?"

Jian Zhuo smiled softly, "Sister, you can't be the frontline army to inquire about the situation, right?"

Mira bit the filter, but first grabbed an irrelevant question: "Sister? How old are you?"

"June [-], [-]." Jian Zhuo quickly replied.

"Oh." Mira said nothing more.

Jian Zhuo's unruly factor surged out from the innermost part of his body again, he leaned closer to Mira, and winked mischievously: "I guess my sister is only one month older than me."

She thought she was talking sweet words that would make people happy, but Mira just wanted to punch the person in front of her in the stomach. It was obvious that Jian Zhuo's words fell into her ears as a complete mockery?

"I'm not a frontline soldier." Mira turned slightly sideways, staring at the soot falling on the stone steps, and said softly, "I just want you to think for a while, after all, Wen An is very good at talking, don't believe everything. Music It’s your own thing, and what you want to express is your own idea, don’t forget.”

Another loud roar swallowed Mira's words.This studio seems to be undergoing a complete renovation. The sound of the decoration upstairs is extremely disturbing. Jian Zhuo was really tortured this morning. He finally calmed down a little while the workers were taking their lunch break to eat. He didn't expect it to happen so soon. Work started again.

Jian Zhuo frowned nervously, covered his ears with his palms, and cursed aloud, not sure if he listened to what Mira said just now.

After the sound of the chainsaw subsided slightly, Jian Zhuo spoke to Mira again: "Sister, may I have your contact information? This is the first time I have met such a powerful producer and sound mixer! If there is a chance in the future, I can ask you for advice. Enough."

Sweet words are probably the only tactic Jian Zhuo can use while walking in the rivers and lakes, and in most cases, it is still tried and tested, but he did not expect to meet Mira, the extermination master.In fact, if Jian Zhuo could completely delete that disgusting long attributive sentence when speaking, she would definitely be willing to give her contact information.She was glib, which made her feel that this little boy was looking for a chance to pick him up, because she had seen a lot of rappers who kept talking sweetly to girls.

Mira waved his hand at him, after all, he had finished what he had to say, and made a gesture to leave.

Jian Zhuo pulled Mira's arm at once, "Sister" and "Sister" yelled, sticky like a piece of nougat, making her scalp numb. In order to end this situation, Mira finally gave her contact information and asked He promises not to mess around.

Jian Zhuo always felt that the real reason why Qi Yike insisted on taking everyone downstairs to eat hot pot at noon was to get to know Mira.

Because the staff meal he ate yesterday was three taels of beef noodles, and Qi Yike took away two pieces of meat from his bowl.

Qi Yike seems to like girls who don't like him.Jian Zhuo felt that he was so cheap.So Qi Yike's docile and caring "sweet" and "honey" Yingying Yanyan are all just entertainment?

So when Qi Yike was rejected by Mira and sent back to the hotel, he turned to Jian Zhuo and asked for Mira's contact information. Tell me that her contact information is only for me."

"Sister, you are paralyzed." Qi Yike beat Jian Zhuo angrily, causing Jian Zhuo to yell "child labor abuse" at the door of the hot pot restaurant, which attracted pedestrians to stop for a while.

With a gap, Jian Zhuo ran fast, turned around and made a face with Qi Yi Kebi's middle finger.

Yang Bailao and Qi Yike continued to squeeze them in the afternoon, saying that today's affairs are over today, and asked Jian Zhuo to change clothes to doubt life.Another model sister seems to be Qi Yike's sweetheart, Jian Zhuo winks and dares not hug her, but Qi Yike doesn't care at all, saying that you won't like her.

"Then what if she falls in love with me?" Jian Zhuo said, and then raised his chin to his sister who was sitting drinking water, which was regarded as a kind of greeting, and then Qi Yike immediately smiled like a flower when he saw the girl with his own eyes.

So Qi Yike once again began to doubt life, and kept asking in his heart, don't those girls think that Jian Zhuo is a poor child?She was so thin that she could collapse with just one breath, and she was half a head shorter than him, like a wilting leek.

When Qi Yike was called away by the photographer, Jian Zhuo sat back in his chair like a deflated balloon and waited for the re-shooting notification. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep in a daze. After all, he was caught by Qi Yi too early. Ko caught up in slavery.

What woke him up was really not a reshoot notice, but a sharp pain from his back molars.

A rough boy who can sleep anywhere can be woken up by pain? !Jian Zhuo frowned and touched the side of his face, feeling that this was a bit too magical.Could it be that the gums are inflamed after eating hot pot at noon... But isn’t it a shame that Chengdu people can eat hot pot and get angry?

Jian Zhuo gasped in pain, covered his face and ran to the toilet, opened his mouth in front of the mirror, but didn't see anything.He was so dizzy that he picked up a disposable toothbrush and began to brush his teeth, but the pain was so intense that opening his mouth became an exercise of perseverance, and it was menacing, just like the Qiantang River rising.

Jian Zhuo sat back in a daze. After waiting for a long time in the torment, he was told that there was no need to make up the shot. He walked out angrily, took a taxi and went back to his dilapidated nest.

It was so fucking painful that even the act of falling in love couldn't pop out of his mind in the first place.

He tried to fall asleep again. After all, many things would get better as soon as he woke up. After swallowing a melatonin, Jian Zhuo turned sideways and slowly struggled with English listening for a long time, and finally fell asleep.

And history always repeats the same mistakes. When he woke up again, the alarm clock on the bedside told him that it was only four o'clock in the afternoon.Although the pain on his teeth did not continue to intensify, it turned into a more blunt form, as if it had diffused to other places. At this moment, Jian Zhuo found that his head also started to ache, and the world in front of him was shaking. Shaking slightly.

The phone was on, and Jian Zhuo touched it confusedly, only to see that Zhou Shuchen had called him a lot, even just 1 minute ago, Zhou Shuchen was still calling, but just now he was sleeping and didn't see it at all.

Jian Zhuo sat up with the pillow on his back, and called Zhou Shuchen back, but he couldn't start smoothly because it hurt too much, and he wasn't ready to speak yet.

Zhou Shuchen stayed there for a while before saying: "I don't answer the phone, I thought something happened."

"...Something really happened." Jian Zhuo opened his mouth lukewarmly: "Brother... My teeth hurt so much, and I'm still dizzy."

"Where's the tooth?"

"The one in the back, big teeth." Jian Zhuo's pitiful words were a little funny, vague, as if swallowing a date in his mouth.

Zhou Shuchen at the other end took a light breath, "I told you that your wisdom teeth are going to be pulled out, and yours are impacted teeth."

...So it wasn't gum inflammation, Jian Zhuo suddenly remembered a handful of aged bezoar detoxification pills that he just swallowed from the cabinet.

Wearing a white coat, Zhou Shuchen walked towards the community, only to find that the child was already sitting on the bench in front of the vending machine at the entrance of the community, waiting for him. He was a little cute, like a little patient obediently waiting to be called out.

Jian Zhuo's left cheek is a bit swollen, but because his face is usually very thin, he looks good when swollen, but it's a little asymmetrical.

After he respectfully listened to Jian Zhuo's series of measures to deal with the inflammation of his gums, Zhou Shuchen only thought of this word.

He swiped open the door of the hospital, led Jian Zhuo to the radiation room on the second floor, took a picture and took him to the treatment room.During the whole process, Jian Zhuo lowered his eyes, covered his left cheek with one hand, and pulled the uniform material between his elbows with the other, without saying a word.

As the peak was approaching, there were doctors in the first and second treatment rooms near the door, so Zhou Shuchen had no choice but to take Jian Zhuo to the third consultation room, and only another doctor from the prosthetic department was doing diagnosis and treatment.

"Look." Zhou Shuchen held up the x-ray to Jian Zhuo who was slumped on the dental chair: "Fortunately, it wasn't buried in the bone, it's the impacted wisdom tooth with a slanted mandible."

Jian Zhuo burst into tears in pain: "...I don't want to see it, you should pull it out quickly."

Zhou Shuchen squeezed Jian Zhuo's ears with some reassurance, put on his gloves and used a mouth mirror to open Jian Zhuo's mouth under the dazzling white light on the top of the chair, "I'll pull out the inflammation for you after it subsides."

I don't know if people's thoughts will become erratic like walking on the moon when people are in pain. When Jian Zhuo opened his eyes flickering in the strong light, he could only see Zhou Shuchen's drooping eyelashes, which seemed so long, like butterfly wings.

Zhou Shuchen seemed to have noticed Jian Zhuo's straightforward gaze, and his gaze wandered from his mouth to his eyes, and he laughed. Through the light blue medical mask, Jian Zhuo could only see Zhou Shuchen's eyes bent into crescent moons.

Because he couldn't help closing his teeth, those cold metal utensils always ran over his tongue, and Zhou Shuchen in white uniform was in front of him, Jian Zhuo felt that he must have been hallucinated by the pain, The extreme temperature difference, the subtle pain caused by the inflammation, and the indistinct beautiful thoughts in his mind when he looked at Zhou Shuchen at this moment were all mixed together, and suddenly exploded in the sky above his line of sight, only falling There are a lot of golden excited little stars.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes and hooked Jian Zhuo's mandible with his thumb, his palms warmly covered Jian Zhuo's cheeks, pressed gently with force, and asked him: "Is it better?"

The sporadic remissions had obvious effects at this moment, Jian Zhuo responded vaguely, he stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Shuchen's wrist, pursed his lips, but didn't say anything, just stared at Zhou Shuchen, red first flew to the ear, and then The ends of the eyes spread.

From the corner of his eye, Zhou Shuchen seemed to see Jian Zhuo stepping on the edge of the chair with the soles of his shoes, and bent his legs strangely.

There is a group of patients next to it. The entire consultation room is also surrounded by glass, which is completely transparent. There will be many doctors and patients coming and going in the corridor talking.

"Little friend." Zhou Shuchen used some strength in his hand, squinted his eyes and whispered in Jian Zhuo's ear: "Why are you fucking?"