Wildfire Mambo

Jian Zhuo passed the demos of seven songs to the company in early September.

In the previous month, his whole body seemed to be soaked in a sponge that continuously absorbs water, and in the gap, he saw that the world around him was filled more and more with a single thing.Occasionally let Jian Zhuo look back and think about the days when the chapters were revealed, and the memory becomes extremely blurred, as if in retrospect, there is only a screen with white fluorescent light, J.Cole playing under Spotify sorting, and Accompanied by the sound of computer fans running all night.

Rap is his diary, so at the end of the day, he dropped all the themes he had originally imagined, and simply wrote down his mental journey through such ups and downs.About life changes, about the support of lovers, about the attitude of colleagues, about finding clarity in the chaos, when Jian Zhuo finished writing the seventh song, she looked back at the drafts and suddenly realized that what she had made seemed "dull" "A lot.Is this the profound work he wants?Jian Zhuo doesn't know either.

On that morning, Jian Zhuo finally finished recording the last song, but he didn’t feel relieved. The number of fans increased every day, and people said “like” everywhere he clicked. So in his long creative career, Jian Zhuo Involuntarily I started to think for the first time: Will my song be accepted by them.

Yu Jian ran back to the country and asked him to go out for dinner. The first time he saw Jian Zhuo, he uttered a strange cry, and said: "Broken in love?"

At first, Jian Zhuo thought that Yu Jian was just asking him to come out for a casual meal, but when he walked in, he found that there were actually a lot of people in this box, all of whom were friends from all walks of life. The moment he stepped into the door with dark circles under his eyes, many pairs of eyes looked over at once, which made Jian Zhuo suddenly have the desire to turn around and run away.

"Sit down, why are you staring blankly?" Yu Jian said.

"Didn't you fucking say so many people earlier." Jian Zhuo scratched his hair at the screen of the phone with heavy burdens, and was joked by Yu Jian, "I want to stroke it with some tea."

Yu Jian was very dissatisfied with this, "Huozi, did I tell you that you can gain 10 pounds in [-] minutes?"

Jian Zhuo curled his lips speechlessly, but at least he could remember to go out and get a hat.

In fact, he also knows quite a few of those friends of Yujian. In the past, everyone would always meet at dinner parties. There were Yujun’s production partner, the person in charge of the performance venue, and some friends in daily life. Jian Zhuo, who has completely cut off social interaction, is sitting on pins and needles at this moment.

"Little Jane! Before, Brother Bai wanted you to help record a chorus, but I didn't expect you to be in retreat." The girl on the opposite side raised her voice and said to Jian Zhuo who was eating sullenly.

In a vague way, Jian Zhuo remembered this girl. When they got together, they seemed to ask his name every time they saw him. He was still wondering why there was no fixed scene today, but unexpectedly, he was remembered in a panic. .Jian Zhuo replied: "Next time you call me, I will definitely come hahaha."

"It's too hard, little Jane." The girl raised her chin at the addiction half-jokingly, "You still don't want to give someone more meat."

Yu Jian narrowed his eyes and smiled, hugged Jian Zhuo, and pressed his increasingly emaciated shoulder blades: "This may be a big project."

Although it's not a party place, this group of people always have a playful heart, and the wine will be opened wherever they go. Jian Zhuo hasn't touched this thing for a long time, and he can hold a beer glass slowly and sip for a long time , was despised by Yu Jun as a mother, so he had to gulp down manly, cup after cup, the bitter orange drink quickly diffused into his rushing blood, and a large swath of red hit his face. The euphoric lightness of the film seems to carry away a little bit of negativity for a short time.The people around were chatting about some music matters, but they always lived on their laurels for many years, and it seemed that they would not release a new song for half a year, which made Jian Zhuo once feel that the "making music" in their mouths might be similar to most people who go to music. College students sitting in the library and playing with their mobile phones.

Actually it's not very good.Jian Zhuo looked back and forth with squinted eyes, these people were all living relaxedly with a smile on their face, as if the person who would fall into the swamp seemed to have only one muscle, himself.He squinted one eye and flicked the wine bottles lined up horizontally with bone dregs, hitting the glass with a muffled sound, but the double image in his vision made him unable to see which one he was aiming at.

"The best situation is to release a popular song. One song can make you eat for three or four years. But no one knows whether it is popular or not, and chances and coincidences will not make it for you in advance. Forewarning, everything depends on luck." Jian Zhuo heard someone talking in the smoke over there, and then heard his own name, "There are not many people who are as lucky as Huanghuo."

Jian Zhuo looked up from the tortuous world of the emerald wine bottle in some confusion, and the man continued, "People like us have that feeling when we make music. Only when someone tells you that you released this song today' might It's going to explode', but after Huanghuo signed SW, the company released your song, which is to guarantee you that it will definitely explode'."

Then everyone around nodded in agreement, except for Yu Jian who was sitting next to him.Jian Zhuo lay on the table, turned his head to look at Yu Jian, he was finishing a cigarette, the gray smoke drifted from his lips to the lamp.

"Didn't Yu Jun also sign a company?" Jian Zhuo said, recently he felt more and more that everyone looked at him as if they were putting the cart before the horse. Even if he signed a company, he didn't want to be attributed to all the achievements he mentioned every day. company.

There was no further talk over there, Jian Zhuo could probably know that they might not have the concept of "why can I not do it" about addiction, but he will be their target, after all, everyone seems to be similar at a glance , planted in this industry with nothing, no family background, no background, nothing but a momentary fever.

"I don't make songs for money." Jian Zhuo lifted a smoldering face, trying to say the most ridiculous words in a serious tone.

The people over there are a bit superior, and they are a little annoyed when they hear Jian Zhuo's words, which seem to be drawing the line, "We are all ordinary people, but you are an artist. You are here because you are lucky enough to walk Saying such sarcastic remarks arrogantly, you want to concentrate on making songs and don't want to be called 'commercial' by others, how about we change?"

"There are many ways to engage in life, and there is no need to choose the one with the highest risk." Jian Zhuo said, "Of course everyone has lived this kind of life and knows that every part-time job you do is more profitable than this ridiculous 'regular job' Much more, if you are not famous, you have nowhere to go. It is better to deliver food full-time, but you have persisted until now? It is boring to say that we entered this circle because of the same love, and finally wanted different things. No one has the right to judge other people's pursuit. Don't forget the original intention, don't forget the original intention, you and I have never been the same, why do you slander me and forget you?"

"I make songs for my own happiness, no matter how much I earn today, after all, I used to have nothing, no matter how bad it is, I will never fall below the bottom line." Jian Zhuo stood up lightly, with the silver chain dangling on his chest, " Anyway, I'm still young. Let's play."

Everyone stared at Jian Zhuo, each with their own thoughts.Someone who knows how to watch the atmosphere came out in time to smooth things over, trying to restore the crumbling atmosphere of the party, and the laughter was repeated again.

Before recovering from her senses, Jian Zhuo felt that she was being picked up by the back collar, looked up and saw Yu Jian stood up and said in a joking tone to the people at the dinner table: "The family members check the access control tightly, I Send him away first. The bill has been bought, you have fun."

So it was as if he was being hijacked out of the box, and when he got out, Jian Zhuo struggled to get rid of his addiction, walked behind him, and shouted in the corridor, his voice shook the conversations from every box. It stopped abruptly: "Check the access control! The subject is on a business trip!"

Under the shocked gaze of the passing waiter, Yu Jian gritted his molars and turned to help him, "Why is the brat so poor at drinking!"

He called a car for Jian Zhuo. There was a lot of queues in this area at night, and it took a long time to wait.Yu Jian went to buy water and asked Jian Zhuo to wait obediently at the entrance of the convenience store, but when he came out, he didn't catch anyone at all. Looking around, he saw Jian Zhuo running to the front of the walkway alone, sitting softly on a spherical stone pier, His back was arched badly, his eyes were always staring at the hurrying passers-by, but there was no other expression on his face. A subtle sense of decadence seemed to spread on this boy with flames embedded in his name.

"Haven't you had a good rest recently?" Yu Jian walked behind him, asked casually, and pointed to the dark circles under Jian Zhuo's eyes.

After a long pause, Jian Zhuo said in a low voice: "I just don't know what I'm doing."

Yu Yan subconsciously asked him what's the matter, but this time Jian Zhuo didn't seem to be looking for someone to listen to as before, he just raised his head and glanced at Yu Jian, then looked at the changing signal light again, and completely diverted the conversation: " Yu addiction. The last time I saw someone write a novel and put us together. Said I chased you, fuck, I puked on the spot."

"I still want to say, don't fall in love with me, trouble." Yu Yan said casually, the phone vibrated in his pocket, it turned out that the driver had arrived, and he was trying to lead Jian Zhuo to find a car, but Jian Zhuo cared about himself He walked forward with the tide of green light, waved to him, and threw a sentence, "If you don't want to vomit in someone else's car, you have to pay for it."

Jian Zhuo himself doesn't know how to restrain his desire to express himself. Whenever someone speaks and presses his head, he seems to be unable to control himself to defend himself. Sometimes he always wonders if he is actually someone else As he said, it's just that he himself has been deceiving himself and others to define himself as "noble".But this seems to be an unsolvable proposition. After all, people in this business have to open their mouths to speak.

Leaving home here is actually considered the right city, and he doesn't have the courage to walk back on two legs, he just doesn't want to go back there right away for no reason.Without Zhou Shuchen, there would be only his constantly fermenting depressive atmosphere factor left in the house, floating in the air everywhere, sticking to the black wall, and falling into the cup of sweet drink.

He remembered that he couldn't find the hard drive where the original songs were stored. That black hard drive was found in his mother's bag when he was twelve or thirteen years old. It contained some songs he recorded a long time ago, as long as Jane Zhuo couldn't figure out what was going on.Zhou Shuchen probably forgot to pick it up when he was helping him move. He wobbled and turned his head, planning to go back to the old rental house where the lease term had not yet expired to look for it.

The mobile phone was playing songs to 20.00% of the battery, and he yelled in his insecure bluetooth headset, thinking about the speed of this old-fashioned battery drain, so Jian Zhuo was about to make a move to put the mobile phone into airplane mode, but at this time a The call came in very urgently, Jian Zhuo squinted his eyes, and it turned out to be Wen An, whom he had let go of for a long time.

"Hey, Brother Xiaowen. Do you still have to go to work so late?"

"Jian Zhuo, we've heard all the demos you sent." Wen An over there rarely exchanged a few greetings out of procedure, but got straight to the point.

Jian Zhuo heard the strange pause between his sentences, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, failed to hand in the homework?"

Wen An over there paused for a moment again: "Didn't I tell you before that I should discuss with the company the big concepts and themes first, but in the end you just disappeared because of a disagreement. extend."

"Well, so it's unqualified." Jian Zhuo said lightly, the alcohol seemed to have diluted his violent concentration to some extent, leaving only more and more emptiness.

"The company has paved such a long way for you, and the reputation has been established and the foundation has been laid. Of course, you can't do whatever you want." Wen An then brought out his good reason, "Now rap is in an extremely embarrassing period. It's not as good as before. Two years, now the curiosity-seeking gaze has been completely diverted by various exposures, and the extremely fast-growing bubble looks like it will be blown away at any time. The ride is no longer so easy to ride. If you don’t follow the company step by step, it will be difficult to reach a certain height It is difficult to lead Chinese rap to a more positive environment.”

"I used to be willing to lie to me, but now I just say that I must obey the organization's arrangements." Jian Zhuo didn't even have the strength to question, he was still walking, but his thoughts seemed to be gradually frozen.

"I think you still don't understand what people want to hear now, how uncomfortable you are and how entangled you are? You do these deep things to show that you are thoughtful, of course you can, and it is also within our plan , but it doesn’t have to be the whole album? You see, the few successful singers now have a lot in common, and this part of the commonality is what we want to capture, for example, you have to cater to You have to have a brisk, brainwashing 'simple' song that is so popular that passers-by can hum it casually, etc."

On the contrary, he couldn't say anything like "not for money" to Wen An Jian Zhuo, because he could understand that Wen An and the others were fundamentally different from him, they were businessmen, and the moment he chose to sign the contract Since then, it has become a commodity that is constantly being packaged. He used to think that he had enough ability to do both, but now it seems that all this is not as simple as he thought.

He was speechless, leaving Wen An with a long silence.

Wen An seemed to be really agitated by his ambiguous attitude, so he just said to him, "The ticket is booked for you, we will talk about it when we meet."

The autumnal wind made Jian Zhuo tremble, and he blankly put the mobile phone that was calling busy into his pocket.Every time he listens to Wen An’s speech, Jian Zhuo finds it difficult to understand the grand blueprint that SW is really pursuing. He doesn’t know whether SW really wants to make leading progress for Chinese music, or just wants to earn enough gold to be the leader and mine first. .

When Jian Zhuo passed by the hospital, he stopped to look at it for a long time, and seemed to be able to see Zhou Shuchen in and out of the white coat, but that figure disappeared completely when he shook his head. Only at this time could he think of Zhou Shuchen as if He went back to Shenzhen again, saying it was because of work, but Jian Zhuo didn't know what Zhou Shuchen lost. He seemed to never fully understand what Zhou Shuchen was doing every day besides his job as a doctor.

He remembered that the hard drive seemed to be placed on the small shelf behind the stereo, Zhou Shuchen might indeed be easy to miss it.Jian Zhuo took the elevator upstairs and fumbled for the keys in front of the door for a long time before he found the bunch of keys from the side pocket of the wide overalls. He lowered his eyes to look for the keyhole, but heard a rustle behind him. There was a rustling sound, Jian Zhuo looked back a little dullly, but felt a sharp dull pain piercing through his back, heat flowing through his skin from behind his ears, the world seemed to be frozen suddenly, only the continuous Pain spread to his limbs.