Wildfire Mambo

The so-called success seems to be in the past six months, Jian Zhuo's naive and small world has suddenly flooded with too many voices and desires: seeing his fans grow to the number after Qi Yike's painstaking efforts, hearing his singing The song was played in major theaters, and he received cooperation intentions from his colleagues who had clearly looked down on him. Everything seemed to be what he had dreamed of wandering in the rented room.

This response made him appear in a popular event in the circle with his personal image for the first time. After all, the public likes to watch the excitement, so beef will become the fastest shortcut to gain a foothold in the circle.As a result, more people said "like" to him, and Jian Zhuo would wonder why he was liked by so many people, but at the same time, he couldn't resist believing in other people's praise.

But Zhou Shuchen didn't seem to understand that rappers seem to need stayhumble, and would only chime in and say "I like you too" whenever Jian Zhuo mentioned such a topic.

This kind of life is too unreal, Jian Zhuo feels like he has been completely submerged in a sugar bowl, no matter whether it is Shanghai or Chengdu, there is only swaying sweetness to wrap him.

The only bad thing about cohabitation is that he has to bother to hide things.

For example, every time Zhou Shuchen had to wait until he fell asleep before tiptoeing to the recording room opposite the door. After all, he has always been a nocturnal creature, and his inspiration seems to burst out in quiet nights.But Zhou Shuchen always sleeps very lightly, this trick has not been successful for the third time, Zhou Shuchen has already seen through it completely, although he did not tie Jian Zhuo to force him to sleep, he just sat up with Jian Zhuo expressionlessly, and then turned on the computer to work .Jian Zhuo asked him what he was doing, and Zhou Shuchen replied very freely, "I will be busy as long as you are", one sentence completely blocked Jian Zhuo's way, how dare he let the big doctor lack of sleep, in case he was sleepy tomorrow Blurred consciousness is a good thing if two screws are missing.

Jian Zhuo's sleeping appearance is extremely bad, to the extent that Zhou Shuchen can find that Jian Zhuo is lying sideways on his body when he opens his eyes sometimes, and Jian Zhuo is very thin, and the bones all over his body are stiff, hugging him is not only warm. Nothing else good experience.

Jian Zhuo expressed her dissatisfaction with this, saying that I don't even think that you insist on dragging me up and kissing me every morning before leaving to disturb my sleep. We have been in love for so long, and we still value peace.

It's so funny, a social person covered in gaudy tattoos sleepily taught him "peace is the most important", Zhou Shuchen said that he was very considerate of you if he didn't pull you up every morning to do it.Jian Zhuo bit him bitterly, then fell back to sleep, and softly kicked Zhou Shuchen's abdomen with her bare soles, as if pushing him to go to work quickly.

Happiness is a cloud-like emotion, just like dopamine always has a deactivation moment.In the past two weeks, Jian Zhuo has no plans to go out, and he is bored at home doing so-called creations. His day usually starts at two o'clock in the afternoon, but he doesn't know how long the night lasts. It seems to be caught in an infinite loop. He didn't really want to express something, he just felt that he should write something, and blindly applied the vulgar general idea. He kept producing, but kept being disappointed with himself.

His creation often needs a "point", such as responding to diss, such as recalling the summer, in short, what is needed in life to stimulate him.The height of the temple is too high to feel the distance of the rivers and lakes. At this moment, Jian Zhuo will feel that his thinking is dulled by such a comfortable life.

The company asked him for an album, saying that it must be released before September.He has never had such an experience before, and he often creates when he is inspired, rather than being set a good limit.

Wen An told Jian Zhuo that the overall concept of the album needs to be discussed with him first, but Jian Zhuo has not been able to come up with a satisfactory solution so far, let alone hand it over to the company.

In fact, he has too many songs in his hands that have not been released, and he can already put together another mixtape, but Jian Zhuo will be reminded all the time that "he has signed a big company" and "now there are many eyes watching him"" He is being liked by many people", which made him more and more harsh on himself. He listened to the past works repeatedly and realized that those songs were immature and could be better. He always felt that the current self might be able to write more It turned out to be something better.

He enjoys the roughness of the pen tip on the paper, so even in today's electronic rampant, he still prefers to choose to write his ideas on paper, which can give him a sense of realism that the ideas have actually landed.

He sank into the large gaming chair in a little confusion, looking at the half-palm-high stack of waste manuscripts in his hand. Zhou Shuchen Hospital's draft books were two hundred pages each, and he seemed to have used up three of them.How could he write more than 600 pages for a few songs of an album like he is now, but still can't get a satisfactory answer.

In the past, when he wrote a trap, he always thought of a flow suddenly, and then put a short-lived sentence into this rhythm, and then filled in other flesh and blood according to the center of this sentence. At that time, he It takes less than three hours to make a song, write and record it together.

These anxieties about his abilities will even be reflected on the physical level, which always makes Jian Zhuo feel headaches but can't sleep.He began to suffer from insomnia, lying on the bed and often his head would continue to think about things for three or four hours. He was afraid that his state would affect Zhou Shuchen, so he said to move to the next room to sleep.After Jian Zhuo became serious, Zhou Shuchen would never speak out to persuade him again, because Zhou Shuchen clearly understood that in Jian Zhuo's world, the best way to get along with music was a truce, and he had to pay for this short-lived peace. Double the effort.

Seeing the pile of waste manuscripts on his right hand getting higher and higher, when Jian Zhuo was wearily lying on the table, the pile of papers was already higher than his eyebrows, and there were a lot of annoying noises in the earphones, it was because of the pressure. To the small keyboard on the table.Jian Zhuo pulled himself up from the chair, the phone was vibrating but he could know where the news would come from, probably it would only be news from the company.He lightly tapped the pitch-black screen of the phone with his finger, and only the coldness of metal could be heard. It was inevitable that the phone that turned off all the notifications on the public social platforms seemed a bit indifferent.

In the past, he liked to read private messages or comments on music software. He often met people who had never met before and shared their stories with him through such a channel. These colorful life materials can pile up fertilizer for his creation, indescribable inspiration Maybe it will burst out in a certain listening session.

He lowered his eyes and clicked on the comment section of the song in the EP that he posted last month. Since he signed SW, all the likes, comments and private messages have doubled like crazy, and thousands of compliments and likes flooded towards him. The sugar-coated bullets made him gradually numb, and now he is not able to get complete satisfaction from these positive comments, but the complaint of "how did this song get blacklisted" among thousands of compliments can be straight It stared blankly into his eyes, inexplicably rippling dull pain.

Everyone can understand the truth that radish and green vegetables have their own love, and Jian Zhuo in the past could also understand it, but now he is increasingly unable to adjust himself to get out of the inexplicable self-doubt.He also wants to be as calm and confident as he responded in his dissback some time ago, but he still feels that his self-confidence has become a crumbling tower of cards under the pressure of many parties, as if someone blows it with slight malice. In one breath, the tower will collapse in an instant.

Zhou Shuchen is very busy recently, and Jian Zhuo took a nap for several days before seeing Zhou Shuchen returned home.He felt that Zhou Shuchen was very tired, but Zhou Shuchen would always give him a hug the first time he saw him.They often hug each other by the door for several minutes, like a poor Viennese double sculpture, but only at such delicate moments can Jane break away from her restless self for a moment.

"Don't push yourself too hard." This is the first time Zhou Shuchen said this in two weeks, "If we can't write it, we will go out to play."

Jian Zhuo felt sore in his heart, he tried his best to avoid these problems, and he didn't want to share his troubles with Zhou Shuchen who was already busy with work.He only used the phrase "You don't understand if you tell me" as a prevarication, and he buried his face in Zhou Shuchen's shoulder socket, and subconsciously rubbed the warm skin with his canine teeth.

"Brother, don't work too hard." Jian Zhuo looked at Zhou Shuchen seriously again, and suddenly realized what they were cohabiting with. This seemed to be the first time he had seriously talked to Zhou Shuchen these days.Jian Zhuo said again, "I can afford you even if you're not so busy."

Zhou Shuchen smiled, and lightly stroked Jian Zhuo's fingers, seeing that he obediently put on the entire nine platinum rings, but left his ring finger free.