Wildfire Mambo

Probably because the sunlight was too dazzling, the world in front of Zhou Shuchen's eyes suddenly became a little flickering, as if he was completely immersed in an incandescent light bulb that was about to explode.

Nuo Da played, Jian Zhuo's love words diffused into every corner with the melody, and the air seemed to be completely dyed peachy.Zhou Shuchen took a deep breath, subconsciously covered his face with the back of his hand, the difference in temperature between the two skins caused by the scorching heat made him more embarrassed.He frowned slightly and looked at Jian Zhuo on the stage, but his mind was occupied by blankness, and he didn't know what kind of response he should give now was the most appropriate.

Jian Zhuo seemed to be trying his best to hide his physical discomfort on stage, even though the microphone was held far away, his rapid breathing could be faintly heard.He fell back slightly, then fell to the ground with exhaustion, so he moved forward and sat on the edge of the stage by mistake.Jian Zhuo laughed, made a gesture of "wait for me for a minute", and took out the mobile phone from the bag, so he began to make a call under the gaze of hundreds of thousands.

Zhou Shuchen's mobile phone kept vibrating in his trouser pocket. He reached out to take it, but found that there seemed to be something on the back shell of his mobile phone. When he turned it over, he saw three pieces of chewed bubble gum stuck to it, blue, pink and white, in turn. Arranged into a rustic: "i??u".

Dirty kid.Zhou Shuchen thought dizzily.

The screen was on, and the avatar that jumped out was a grinning Stitch.

He raised his eyes to see Jian Zhuo who was sitting on the stage dangling his legs, and saw that he was holding the phone and staring at himself as if he was ready to make a call.Zhou Shuchen pursed his lips and picked up the phone, but he was not the only one, there were many audience around him who made jokes and pretended to hold their mobile phones, shouting something, "Yeah, I know Huanghuo, I love you too ", although he is the only one who can hear Jian Zhuo's breathing.

"Do you like it?" Jian Zhuo asked with a smile, her breathing was still chaotic, and she felt that the child was deliberately playing cool, so she tried her best to keep her voice low.

"I don't like it." Zhou Shuchen replied, and he smiled softly again: "Why does my song have to be heard by so many people, it's better to come back at night and sing slowly."

Jian Zhuo said "cut": "It is great love for an artist to serve the lovers and the public at the same time."

Zhou Shuchen smiled, but didn't speak any more.

"I just want you to know that at least I still love you until the end." Jane on the other end paused for a while before speaking again, "Just like you once made me understand."

"Brother, I'm really super happy today, so I want to share half with you." He smiled brightly, "I will share your happiness tomorrow, and I will share half of it with you tomorrow."

After saying this sentence, Jian Zhuo stood up unsteadily as if completely satisfied, hung up the phone and shouted "bye" to the audience, and the audience in the audience also replied "bye".In the middle of the run, he turned around as if thinking of something, contrary to the image of Kazakhs, he made a super big heart on top of his head, and jumped off the stage like a rabbit, probably because he finally showed shame after using the fans Heart.

Zhou Shuchen gently closed his eyes, suddenly a continuous soreness appeared in his throat, which made him even more speechless.It is clear that he always speaks those sweet words at his fingertips on weekdays, but at this moment, he can't connect those scattered words into a sentence.

On Jian Zhuo's body, Zhou Shuchen seems to never see the traces of the flow of time, as if no matter how the years change, Jian Zhuo will always be a young boy with a youthful dream and a golden heart.The world is running as usual, everyone is swimming like a jellyfish, but only Jian Zhuo is still, the most beautiful branch of coral in the reef.

When she came back to the backstage, Jian Zhuo originally thought that she would be educated by Wen An, but Wen An just said, "It's very good, it can bring a topic again."

Sometimes Jian Zhuo can't stand the words that pop out of Wen An's mouth, just like a shop owner who counts money all the time.He collapsed on the chair, not even wiping the sweat off his face one by one, like a deep-sea fish caught ashore.

"Huanghuo, you may have to start exercising more physically." Wen An adjusted his glasses, "In the future, you have to follow the whole process of the SW music festival, and you won't just let you stand on stage for 10 minutes and then go off. "

Jian Zhuo nodded her head several times perfunctorily: "I know, I know, Jian Zhuo wants to work out and practice oral English, what else is there to do? The makeup artist called me skin care in the morning! He said my face would peel off when I touched it. Please. I'm not an idol who relies on my face to make a living."

"Maybe one-fifth of your bowl of rice really depends on your face." Wen An said objectively.

Jian Zhuo's face was completely wrinkled into a bitter gourd, he didn't know, probably he and Yu Jun had the most younger sisters under Weibo, all of them were due to Yu Jun, and at least half of the younger sisters were attracted to him by Yu Jun.

"The U.S. visa has not been issued." Wen An said again.

"I knew that the visa interview would be rejected!" Jian Zhuo sat up, "That visa officer is more fucking fierce than Qi Yike, he scared all the answers you asked me to prepare. Then I had to ask him What do I answer... I use my 'imfine' level of English. The look of 'Are you going to live in America for a long time' makes me angry."

Wen An sighed and said, "I still need to contact the staff over there to deal with the follow-up."

Jian Zhuo raised his eyebrows. He originally felt that he was a newcomer who didn't have many works and couldn't travel around the world with SW's label music festival: "But in fact, the people there don't know me very well. I don't know if I go or not." What does it matter?"

"You will ask NANCI to prepare one more song." Wen An hugged his elbows and said.

Jian Zhuo grimaced helplessly, and then heard Wen An say, "These two weeks can really be a good vacation, but you have to think about the next album. You first decide on a certain theme, the general content of the song, Then talk to me later to see which plan is better."

Jian Zhuo was a little dazed: "...Isn't it my responsibility to decide the theme of my mixtape?"

"The company has pressed suitable tracks, just to see if you have any better plans." Wen An said very freely, "We are a team."

Jian Zhuo frowned slightly, "I can't see the human team?"

"Everyone is very busy." Wen An said lightly, "Your album must be released before mid-August. It doesn't matter if you don't have any inspiration, the company will help you."

He seemed to remember something, "The EP you released last time, the song made by S!CK has better results, have you ever thought about the reason? You have such a good relationship with him, you can ask him to find out how to make the current song People are more willing to listen to songs, will your favorite boombap limit the spread? And say hello before the next release, you have already signed the company.”

"Then just go back and post the demos of your songs. I'll record them tomorrow, and we'll post them in three days, okay? What exactly do you want? After all, with my salary, I should do as you say." Jian Zhuo's voice became a little heavy, he stood up unsteadily, and took a step towards Wen'an.

"That's not what I meant." Wen An closed his eyes and made an apologetic expression: "Of course you should be at the helm of your work, we just want to make it perfect, don't go into a dead end."

Seeing such an expression, Jian Zhuo will start to wonder if he is too extreme, and he has been working hard to make himself easy to get along with, but he never thought that he still can't do it well.What's more, this matter has little to do with Wen'an, it's always related to the company's planning, others are just notifying according to their duties, and judging from Wen'an's attitude, SW is not a company that is not easy to talk about.

"I'm sorry, brother Xiaowen." He said after a long while, "I've said too much, let's talk about everything in the future."

Wen An smiled at him, and half-jokingly said that it doesn't matter, you are much easier to get along with than Ou Sheng back then.

"I think the current Qi Yike should be more difficult to get along with than Master AU." Jian Zhuo said.

Wen An looked at the time, "Is there any arrangement later? Do you go by yourself or should we call a car to take you?"

Jian Zhuo shook his head and said that he should not be bothered.

He just wanted to remember that today, he did everything he expected in the dim rental room, and he managed to play cool in front of his brother who had always been super cool.

So when Jian Zhuo fled from the back door to Zhou Shuchen's car with his baseball cap on, he was about to reach out to enter the address of Lao Feng's studio in the navigation, but just as he got in the car, he was dragged by the silver chain hanging around his neck with one hand , leading him to fall towards the driver's seat, and fell into Zhou Shuchen's arms at once.

"Little friend, did you enjoy playing cool today?"

As soon as Jian Zhuo raised his head, he saw Zhou Shuchen's eyes looking at him, which made half of his body go limp. He slightly turned his eyes and said provocatively, "Enjoy yourself, 2flamingganggang."

As if realizing something, he supported Zhou Shuchen's shoulders and straightened up, pulled Zhou Shuchen's collar, and pouted his mouth in dissatisfaction: "No, no, it's not fun at all. I thought I could see You were moved to tears, put your hands on your heart and shouted 'Jian Zhuo, I love you'!"

"There is everything in the dream." Zhou Shuchen said in a calm tone.

Jian Zhuo was really shocked, he frowned: "...Zhou Shuchen, you really didn't react at all."

Getting into the horns again, Jian Zhuo lightly opened the hand that was holding Zhou Shuchen's collar: "I thought you would like it..." He raised his face and smiled again, as if he really didn't let go On the heart: "Next time I will think about whether there is any other way to express my love!"

Zhou Shuchen stretched out his left hand to take out the side of Jian Zhuo's face, caressing gently as if sorry: "No... I just..."

The face of the person in front of him turned red at a visible speed, Jian Zhuo saw that the beautiful powder even stained the tip of Zhou Shuchen's eyes, and even the mole at the end of the eyebrow became soft.

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes to look at Jian Zhuo, and kissed his brow lightly again. This kiss was hot, soaking in the undercurrent magma under the earth's crust: "...how could I not like it. You know how much you are on stage. Beautiful, shining and free, I heard the people next to me say they love you, but in this way, you only see me, and you only say love to me. I am going crazy, I just wanted to rush to the stage Go hug you."

As if he was afraid that his sincerity would not be conveyed, Zhou Shuchen went to find Jian Zhuo's hand again, and clasped it tenderly. His expression was unexpectedly soft, and there was a hint of begging for forgiveness at a disadvantage, and he opened his mouth two centimeters in front of his lips. Said: "Xiao Zhuo, I love you."

Goosebumps appeared on Jian Zhuo's body. With a flushed face, he pushed away two hands wearing complicated silver rings to cover Zhou Shuchen's face. He was afraid that if he took another look, he would get a nosebleed.

He leaned back hastily, honked the horn, and crawled back to the co-pilot guiltily, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Zhou Shuchen was amused by his reaction, and lowered his eyes to see where he lost: "Get tattooed?"

Jian Zhuo turned to look at him: "Will you not like it?"

"Your body is your decision, and I like your decision." Zhou Shuchen smiled slightly.

Jian Zhuo gritted her back molars, buried her whole red head in her thigh, and muttered as if she was complaining about something.As if remembering something, he suddenly raised his head and said to Zhou Shuchen: "Just throw me there later, and I'll go home when I'm done."

Zhou Shuchen couldn't molested the child any more, so he nodded and obeyed his opinion.

Jian Zhuo finally realized that every time he went to Lao Feng's studio, Lao Feng was never free!

Lao Feng put away his tools and was about to do a girl's dreadlocks. He raised his head and said to him, "Obviously you don't say hello in advance every time you come."

Jian Zhuo cut his teeth and said that the things he made were basically so simple, and he could design pictures and texts on the spot.He also choked on Lao Feng and said, just be your dreadlocks every day, and next year the position of the first brother will be replaced by Zhong Ci.

Sitting next to him, Zhong Ci seemed to smile, his eyes curled up into black streaks.

Jian Zhuo turned around and asked, "You don't have class today?"

"Today is Sunday." Zhong Ci's voice was surprisingly cold, so wooden that Jian Zhuo even felt a bit like a robot.

Old Feng on the side said: "Xiao Zhong is a veteran of skipping school, and he will skip a week next week to go to the United States to play!"

"—Huh?" Jian Zhuo sat up, "You have signed in person!"

"Just ask and answer." Zhong Ci blinked, and through the black mask Jian Zhuo could feel that he really didn't understand.

"Don't think that you shouldn't have passed everyone if you haven't passed them." Old Feng said.

"Fuck! How did you know that I was rejected?? I didn't know until now!" Jian Zhuo gave him a middle finger from a distance, then approached Zhong Ci and asked: "Tell him what are you going to do?"

Zhong Ci was slightly startled at first, and said, I'm going to see a friend's performance.

Yu Chang is the guest of the SW Summer Small Music Festival in Los Angeles, Boston and New York, and next Friday night will be the first stop in New York, at terminal5.

Originally, Zhong Ci felt that he shouldn't waste money like this, after all, he would be able to go to those places after saving enough money, but he really wanted to see this city in advance, where Yu Chen spent half of his life, and wanted to feel him. The air he has breathed, wanting to go to the place where he has walked, so that he can still see the addiction of a night in this way, there is nothing wrong with it.