Wildfire Mambo

"Signing me can make SW money?" Jian Zhuo turned the key ring in his hand, and said lightly.

"It can also bring your music to the stage. Take what you want."

Jian Zhuo raised her eyebrows: "I never thought about being a star, and I don't have that ability."

"Hahaha, do you have a little misunderstanding of SW's operating model?" Wen An laughed at his concerns: "We don't have the ability to make you a star, it's just an ordinary record company. Unless your standard of defining a star is running around Music festivals, if there is more exposure then than now.”

"Didn't you have a good relationship with S!CK? Then you should know why he participated in the TV show at that time." Wen An said, "There are many ways to become famous, black and red, and works are all things. The most important thing is you You have to let others know that there are people like you in this world."

Jian Zhuo clearly knows that even though Yu Jian often jokes about his being on the show, he will still make the same choice if he goes back thousands of times.After all, it is a very painful thing for no one to listen to the song. If something made wholeheartedly does not receive sporadic responses, no matter how great the enthusiasm is, it will be wiped out.At that time, Yu Jian was in an embarrassing transitional period of changing styles. What he was doing was too niche, and the future direction had not been explored well, so he went on the show with his own unique labels, and after passing the test, he was indifferent to the world. Withdrew from the competition, but the unintentional move of God's nagging attracted more gimmicks, and since then it has been what outsiders call "smooth success".

"Do you think his choice is wrong?" Wen An asked him.

Jian Zhuo didn't look at Wen An, nor did he answer.

For self-made people like them, it is really not easy to find a balance. On the one hand, Jian Zhuo is not very willing to get involved in business, and on the other hand, he knows that he cannot always be a spiritual artist.In fact, there is nothing to think about. This so-called "shortcut" is laid out in front of him. He asks himself that he is not the most talented and outstanding one, but he also feels that his long-term dedication and hard work are indeed worth it. Take this opportunity.

"SW tries to connect a complete network as much as possible. The company's purpose and music policy are all 'to find new things'. 'New wave', this word is so beautiful, so SoundW**e prefers to put itself Advertise it as a creative company." Wen An continued, "You often see various collaborations in SW, right? For example, some time ago, Ou Sheng and the Chinese quintessence inheritor Kang Liyi's movie promotional song, or NANCI and Nordic The concept song by the Viking band, and we are also in contact with first-class Mongolian female rap singers. What many people don’t know is that Mongolian rap has developed very well. And if we don’t make this kind of effort, that kind of When will the rap music that fights against the social system, finds the lost nation, and is full of true self enter the public eye?"

"We can see too much from the details of your mixtape, and you also like to 'try to perfection'. Like the special arrangement you put on each intro, the beat that is biased towards NEWW**E, and The cooperation of rock singers, and the song SORRYMOM is not simple, the drums in it are not simulated, they are actually sampled by yourself.”

"SW is really trying its best to give more colors to niche music, trying to twist out a brand new and beautiful music pattern." Wen Anping looked at Jian Zhuo calmly, "Now, we hope you can join us work together."

"So? You agreed?" Qi Yike picked up the ball under the basket and threw it to Jian Zhuo.

"What position can I stand on to say no?" Jian Zhuo said lightly. He thought about it all day yesterday and still couldn't find a reason to convince himself that he must refuse.He pursed his lips and spun the ball again, watching the basketball twirling rapidly on his fingertips: "He said the hype. It will make you feel that this is playing hip-hop, or playing music. Without you, there is no way at all. The earth is less You will also stop, you are the savior and Rukawa Kaede."

"Ha, they are all good people." Qi Yike took advantage of the situation and sat down on the wooden floor, "But it shouldn't be bragging, the SW family has a big career, and what achievements they have can be seen by others."

"I know all of this." Jian Zhuo stood on the three-point line and shot the ball: "My point is that they can find the things I really put my heart into, and feel good and meaningful. They have never done this before, never No. Too many people would just say "Oh, wild fire, you made a song and diss your own mother", and let it go with a smile. As for a small thing, few people know that I recorded the drum by myself, of course , other people would not care about such trivial things. But I will insist, because the drum track will never have the swing effect of the real strike, just a dry percussion sound. Because in my case The work is always more important than the singer himself. The singer eats, drinks, whores and gambles, and the three views are messy. It’s okay, I can do whatever I want, but his work can’t handle it. He has to respect his work wholeheartedly. So I will treat what I make well .Maybe these small details have a very small impact on the overall music, but I think I have to do it, even if it takes three or five more nights."

"Appreciation is too important to me." Jian Zhuo looked straight at the ball entering the frame and said softly, "At that moment when I heard what he said, I was thinking, is it because I have been making songs for so long just to hear Other people's words."

Qi Yike didn't speak, he understood Jian Zhuo too well, when Jian Zhuo went to the OSOM recording studio to record songs with unfamiliar people, he could let the producer Xiaomeng sit in the tuning room without looking at him at all. I recorded with him for a whole night in front of the stage. He ran back and forth inside and outside the glass window, listening to it over and over again.

Jian Zhuo is always more restrained than she looks.Qi Yike spoke back and forth in his chest, and finally he became helpless. He pulled Jian Zhuo to his side, and the two of them fell down on the bright floor with sweat like water, and then he said to him Jian Zhuo said, do whatever you want.

Jian Zhuo giggled next to him, saying be careful about overtaking on curves.

"I wish you could be super." Qi Yike pulled up his clothes to wipe his sweat, "I picked you up to make money for me."

Jian Zhuo stretched out his legs to kick him, "What if I don't have that ability."

Qi Yike clamped his legs to pull out his shoes, "Then take these barbs for me."

"Fuck off, you'd better sell me to a trafficker." Jian Zhuo stood up, protecting his shoes like protecting his wife.

This pair of barbs is a birthday present that Yu Yan mailed back to him in advance. The reason for giving it is that Jian Zhuo has small feet and the size is easy to buy.Last month, Jian Zhuo squatted to grab shoes, as if his mother was robbing toilet paper on Double Eleven every year. When she saw the pages that were not drawn, her eyes went dark, and then the scalpers fired the barbs to almost 1 that night. It really taught him to appreciate that "if the hook is reversed, the family will go bankrupt".He numbly said to himself that the barb color scheme is really ugly, and then warned himself, Jian Zhuo, why are you so cheap, haven't you gotten tired of wearing the AJ[-]?

But when she actually received it, Jian Zhuo still wore it and slept for three days, and decided to laugh away all grievances with classmate Yu Jun.

"Don't talk to you anymore, I have to go back and take a shower to pick up someone. I was dragged by you to play ball all afternoon for no reason, and I forgot about the business." Qi Yike stood up and walked out with the ball, suddenly like As if thinking of something, he suddenly turned his head and said, "How long did it take for you kid to sign the contract? If you need it, send it to me."

Jian Zhuo impatiently gestured to him to let him go, sat cross-legged in the middle of the arena for a while, looked up and counted how many long steel bars there were on the ceiling.He didn't understand what he was struggling with now, what he was secretly afraid of, it seemed that everything he had longed for all this time was within easy reach.

It's really hard to get out of your comfort zone.Jian Zhuo was thinking blankly, stood up in distress and walked back, rubbing shoulders with college students in twos and threes, and someone asked him, "Do your classmates do fitness, [-]% off for students in this school".

"Is there a discount for the students of our school?" Jian Zhuo approached the male student wearing glasses with his pocket in his pocket.

The boy's hand holding the flyer froze in the air, and then he heard Jian Zhuo say: "Huaxi's mouth is so awesome, so why don't you give me a discount?"

"This..." The boy looked blankly at the fierce fluorescent man in front of him, wondering which goddess fell in love with the little gangster.

Jian Zhuo chewed the milk tablet in his mouth, took the flyer and walked out of the school, seriously thinking about whether he should go to the gym to correct his body.Standing on the bus platform, the carriage of the passing bus reflected Jian Zhuo's appearance, the clothes were loose, and the person was slack, with a slightly bowed back, as if it would take ten times more effort to straighten it.

He rarely realized the age difference between Zhou Shuchen and himself. After all, Zhou Shuchen didn't seem to grow up, and he would scold his teammates with him when playing games.But he knew that if Zhou Shuchen stood beside him at this moment, he would subconsciously hold his shoulder blade with one hand, reminding him to straighten his back.

It's night, the street lights on both roads are on, Jian Zhuo slightly straightens his back, watching the traffic, suddenly misses Zhou Shuchen.He and Zhou Shuchen haven't talked since yesterday morning. In fact, they didn't feel angry at all, they just couldn't bear to reconcile.

As if telepathically, Zhou Shuchen sent him a text message with only a few words on it.

"want to see you.

I don't want to quarrel with you. "

Jian Zhuo's heart became numb, and he felt that the next step he stepped on was a cloud.

Zhou Shuchen probably never had any serious relationship, but he actually defined their disagreement over tooth extraction as "quarrel".Jian Zhuo pursed her lips, and replied a text message asking if he was in the hospital.

The wait for the reply this time was a bit longer, and it took Zhou Shuchen a while to reply: "At your home".

Jian Zhuo pedaled his bicycle and ran home, completely forgetting about Zhou Shuchen's teasing him.This is probably the trouble in falling in love. It is clear that he and Zhou Shuchen have only seen each other for a day, so he can be so unprincipled.

Different preferences, Jian Zhuo doesn't like living in a bright environment, the lights are turned off all year round, but Zhou Shuchen is different, so whenever Jian Zhuo stands downstairs and sees the tail of his room lit up like a firefly, he will know Zhou Shuchen was already at his home, but today was a bit abnormal, because his windows were not brightened by Zhou Shuchen's arrival.

Jian Zhuo turned open the door, walked through the long corridor, and saw Zhou Shuchen leaning against his bedside, because of the noise he made when he came back, he opened his eyes and looked at him lightly, his eyebrows were brightened by the blue light from the window .

The changed white coat was laid casually on the ground, but Zhou Shuchen remained indifferent, closed his eyes slightly and took Jian Zhuo's hand, without saying a word.

Jian Zhuo leaned on the side of the bed, holding Zhou Shuchen's hand instead, watching his closed eyes: "You look very tired."

Zhou Shuchen closed his eyes and squeezed Jian Zhuo's fingers, his palms were hot: "Well, I'm really tired."

"Why don't you go home and rest." Jian Zhuo lay on the side of the bed, gently twisting the thread of Zhou Shuchen's cuff: "I don't have many quilts here."

Zhou Shuchen moved closer and spoke slowly: "But I really want to see you, so I sent you a text message. I want to hug you, hold your hand, and want you to stay by my side."

He gently opened his eyes and looked at Jian Zhuo steadily, his long eyelashes cast thin shadows under his eyes, and said softly: "Wait for me for twelve minutes, okay?"

"... Twelve minutes?" Jian Zhuo couldn't understand the meaning of Zhou Shuchen's words for a while.

"The alarm at nine o'clock, I'll sleep." Zhou Shuchen closed his eyes again: "I can spend time with you later."

He unconsciously stretched out his hand to hook Jian Zhuo's little finger bone again, his movements became slow and clingy due to exhaustion, and the heat from him made Jian Zhuo's heart tremble.