Wildfire Mambo

Jian Zhuo was extremely guilty of being in the limelight, and she didn't feel at ease until she saw Li Xin's figure disappearing at the corner of the street while leaning against the window.Looking back, I still feel goosebumps, big stars may not hire so many private doctors, Zhou Shuchen really has no sense of deceiving people.

"Jane Zhuo." Zhou Shuchen flipped through Jian Zhuo's oral X-ray, the child was a little bit crowded, and pitifully had two wisdom teeth.

After shouting for a long time without getting a response, I looked up and saw that little mop spirit was immersed in making teeth molding.

— To have a tooth pulled.

The moment Jian Zhuo got this information, he blurted out and asked: Does it hurt?

"I will take anesthesia. After surgery, it depends on the individual's physique." Zhou Shuchen turned his pen, laughed again, and pointed to his dreadlocks with his eyes: "Dreadlocks dare to do it, and tooth extraction should be okay."

Not good, really not good.

Jian Zhuo thinks that braiding is probably similar to girls doing liposuction for beauty.

He braided 18 pieces of [-]cm. In the few days just after weaving, he was so painful that he couldn’t sleep. His scalp seemed to be pulled up, which caused him to run to the mirror repeatedly to check whether his eyebrows were pulled to the top of his head. In the middle of the night, I wanted to turn over and grab the scissors to end the source of evil at once.

The reason why she stopped in the end was because it cost Jian Zhuo nearly three thousand to edit once.Who the hell has trouble with money.

"Today, you can pull out No. 4 on the left." Zhou Shuchen said it calmly, but it made Jian Zhuo anxious.

He leaned over and grasped Jian Zhuo's mandible, without using much force with his fingers, he easily pried open his mouth, "Open wide."

Jian Zhuo's face was sullen, until she heard Zhou Shuchen's "Ah—" and she became completely annoyed, "You treat me as a child...do you!"

Zhou Shuchen lowered his eyes, "Don't drink so much Coke, and you won't be able to drink so much during correction."

"...Then I'll go buy it now, and have a good time before I die."

Zhou Shuchen squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to push him back to his original position, and pinched his cheek again, "Be good. Tooth decay is very troublesome."

Jian Zhuo was terrified all of a sudden, and wanted to reach out and wave Zhou Shuchen's hand, which was obviously out of bounds, but at that moment, he realized that he shouldn't use his usual street tricks on serious people.

Although Zhou Shuchen said so, Jian Zhuo still believed in seeing is believing, and did not pour the doctor's advice into his ears, "Why don't you just drink water."

"Don't give up yet?" Zhou Shuchen took out a photo of the sugar abuse case during the correction period from the desk information booklet and spread it in front of Jian Zhuo.

"Okay, it's fine." Jian Zhuo hurriedly looked away, "Don't drink the doctor."

He didn't dare to look at the dental treatment chair beside him, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, "Will it be possible to speak after pulling out your teeth?! I can't..."

Zhou Shuchen thought for a while, looked at the film carefully, and said that Jian Zhuo's teeth are actually not buckled, and it doesn't affect the occlusion too much. If you really don't want to do orthodontics, you don't have to.

"Anyway, little tiger teeth are cute." Zhou Shuchen raised his eyebrows and said lightly.

"But the wisdom teeth have to be extracted."

Jian Zhuo reluctantly accepted the doctor's advice, but still insisted on staying healthy this week, so Zhou Shuchen asked Jian Zhuo to tell him when he planned to have his teeth pulled. Anyway, wechat is available, isn't it equivalent to one-click appointment registration .

For a moment, Jian Zhuo thought of Zhou Shuchen's expression of refusing the female patient's request to add WeChat, and felt weird.

Jian Zhuo saw boxes of Mitsubishi needle pens piled up next to Zhou Shuchen's desk, at least twenty boxes: "You are a wholesaler."

Zhou Shuchen raised his eyebrows, "I've been dropping pens since the beginning of the internship, and one will drop out in a day or two. If you buy more, you won't be afraid of dropping them."

Jian Zhuo felt it was funny, thinking that he had never owned a pen in his entire study life, and he really relied on his deskmate for relief during the decades of compulsory education.

If only Zhou Shuchen was his deskmate, he wouldn't have to be at a loss as soon as the exam came, Jian Zhuo thought vaguely.

Suddenly remembering just now, Jian Zhuo said with emotion: "You can also deceive people."

"What makes you think I can't?" Zhou Shuchen said, "I have a lot of lies."

"For example?" Jian Zhuo jumped in front of Zhou Shuchen.

Zhou Shuchen blinked slightly, looked at Jian Zhuo, and for a moment could only say: "...Nurse Li fell in love with you."

Jian Zhuo was a little surprised that his introductory words didn't match his introductory words, so he grabbed his rare dullness and smiled mischievously: "I'm so good, of course I deserve to be favored by everyone."

After speaking, he blew mischievously at him, watching his forehead hair rise and fall like fluff.

Before Zhou Shuchen could speak again, Jian Zhuo turned his eyes away and jumped away again, waving his hand at him: "I have something to do today, I have to go first."

Zhou Shuchen grabbed him, "Take you to dinner."

"Your brother, I have enough people to treat me to dinner." Jian Zhuo pouted at him, and the silver ring was shining: "Next time you want to eat with me, make an appointment first, Xiao Zhou."

Zhou Shuchen was not angry when he heard this tone, "Call me when you don't have a schedule, and I will take care of the meal whenever you come."

Jian Zhuo felt confused, "What's the matter with you, aren't you afraid that I have some kind of liver?"

"Didn't you have your blood drawn just now?" Zhou Shuchen was still smiling, "If necessary, send it for a hepatitis B two-and-a-half pair?"

"I'm very busy." Jian Zhuo quickly threw out these words in a daze, and hurried out of the hospital without seeing Zhou Shuchen's expression.

The cold wind scorched his face, making him feel clear-headed.

Hastily put on the earphones, J. Cole sang "Pouralil'gas, spark your lighter" in his ear, Zhou Shuchen's words seemed to have a little stamina, and unexpectedly began to replay in his mind somehow.He thought it would be better if someone said such a sentence to him because of his song next time.

Jian Zhuo quickly passed through the unpacked passage during the rush hour, and just stepped on the subway when he received a conversation initiated by Li Xin through the class group. He simply apologized and informed him that there was a class reunion this weekend, saying Did you invite all the teachers this time, or do you want him to come.

Although he still didn't reply anything.

Jian Zhuo particularly dislikes the class reunion, and has never been to it once after graduation, and only thinks it is a battlefield of yin and yang.

When he was seventeen or eighteen, the school became a long and narrow abyss for him.

In fact, I didn’t teach him any principles of how to behave in the world. I only told him that he had to abandon everyone and step on them to climb up. I don’t know if “strive to the top” really meant that.

But those people still hypocritically say, "The classmates around you are all companions, and we must help each other."

Jian Zhuo doesn't understand, they are all fighting for the same broad road, and how do people define the limit of "generosity", isn't this a paradox?

When he was in the third year of high school, Jian Zhuo's grades collapsed very badly. He remembered that his head teacher showed his adult wisdom and explained to him, do you know why you failed.Because compared with others, you just lack energy.

Then dragged Jian Zhuo who looked like a freak in the top science class to the back door, and let him see what his classmates were like when they were in self-study.

Jian Zhuo felt at a loss.

It turned out that he failed.

It turned out that he lacked such strength.

For a long time since then, he has become more and more unable to attend class, always sitting in the last position on the balcony to sleep, at first he piled up a pile of books to cover it, but then he stopped.Although the enthusiastic physics teacher still doesn't give up, he always asks him to answer in class, even if he still ends up speechless every time.

The countdown calendar next to the blackboard was torn page by page, Jian Zhuo never paid attention to it, and only measured the time for the first time when he heard the constant sound of cicadas among the luxuriant branches and leaves outside the window.

Everyone made a heartbroken look when they saw him, saying that he was a typical example of delaying themselves.

But no one can understand his situation, he is just trapped in the peculiar complacency of adolescence.He can't get out, and no one can get in.There is no huge family change, and there is no plot of broken love. Jian Zhuo just gradually felt that in this day-to-day copying life, he couldn't find any reason to do his best.

Only when he was writing songs in the middle of the night, did he sporadically feel his enthusiasm that was about to be extinguished, and his lonely courage to do one thing well.

He didn't want to become a complete waste, so he wanted to catch the enthusiasm that was only showing tiny signs, learn more music theory, and write more songs like crazy.

Jian Zhuo applied for the musician interface, and the first uploaded song was the cover of EverybodyDiedInTheirNightmare by XXX.

As if to fill the gap, Jian Zhuo changed the hook, and verse2 also wrote the Chinese lyrics by herself.Being recommended by the platform, at first a small number of people heard his voice and gave him encouraging or questioning feedback. In fact, his success was not smooth, but all this gave Jian Zhuo that hypocritical "sense of existence".

This is also the opportunity for him and Qi Yike to get to know each other.

On the night after the second-model exam, he bought a reader from the front desk during the evening self-study to pass the time, and saw Lu Xun's sentence "The infinite distance, the endless people are all related to me" in the small column.

Jian Zhuo can't put himself in the situation to understand the original meaning, but for him, this sentence is enough to become his morning bell and evening drum.

"Jian Zhuo, your trap song is good." Qi Yike looked up at Jian Zhuo after listening to the demo, "You've been playing oldschool, I thought you couldn't do this well."

"Trap is too slobbery, it's boring to write." Jian Zhuo sat cross-legged on the stool, pinching his own fingers to play.

Qi Yike was about to say something, but a phone call interrupted him, and he put the words back in his mouth and hurriedly shot out of his seat, and when he came back, he brought two bags of takeaway.

"I'm convinced. It turns out that what Young Master Qi said about inviting you to eat is to invite you to eat takeaway." Jian Zhuo criticized.

"Don't be shameless, seven meat and one vegetarian, do you know that I usually order noodles?" Qi Yike piled those two heavy takeout bags on the table, and got back to business: "To be honest, I I think this trap is the best of your entire mixtape."

Qi Yike said again, clapping his hands in admiration: "Sure enough, you are a child who can only stimulate his potential through injury, and you are the only one who can write diss mother's songs."

Jian Zhuo didn't bother to answer, and talked nonsense: "I didn't really want to talk about her. It was obviously a reflection of the phenomenon that the public's recognition of this profession is too low, expressing the voice of hip-hop youth. See the big from the small, You know a hammer."

"Your song is absolutely popular, it's too brainwashed, and now my mind is full of 'FamilyMart is the destination ofMyHeart'. The prelude is also fun, sampling the line in "Mother", 'Oh, this person is my mother, this person is my mother', you What do you think?!" Qi Yike was very excited, and approached Jian Zhuo: "How long?"

"Maybe in the next year, it's not finished yet." Jian Zhuo looked up, "There is another song, Lin Yansheng sang a hook for me."

"... Lin Yansheng? The one at the pause time?" Qi Yike was a little surprised. He often saw Lin Yansheng at music festivals. He was not familiar with him, but he occasionally greeted him when they met. "How do you know each other?"

"I met from part-time workers in the bar. He seems to be one of the bosses." Jian Zhuo replied, thinking for a while: "There was no one in the bar during the day, so I secretly sang and played on the stage by myself, and he caught him. He had a cold face I thought he wanted me to pack up my things and leave, but he said that I sang very well, and asked me if I wrote the song myself, and then I became familiar with it after chatting often. He told me that I could ask him for help, so I asked He sang the hook for that song for me."

"Damn it, it turns out that Lin Yansheng is so good at hooking up?" Qi Yike touched his chin, unexpectedly, an autistic child like Jian Zhuo can do this, and he is also planning to bump into it at the backstage of the next music festival. Go up to find the ice beauty to make friends with sincerity.

When Jian Zhuo mentioned Lin Yansheng, he remembered the scene of that day again, and suddenly became angry for no reason.How could it be, his pure and clean musician brother.The key is not the gender, but the person chosen.Lin Yansheng was actually with an idol.He looked down on the little boy the most in his life.

"Really, come to OSOM." Qi Yike brought up this incident again, but Jian Zhuo couldn't make it through, the shadow brought to him a year ago was really not light. "Show them this, and no one will say anything."

"I still fucking want to sign a company, what a fart." Jian Zhuo began to play Tai Chi again to avoid the topic.

"No, your grandson, you prostitute us every day in our recording studio, but you still refuse to admit your identity." Qi Yike stretched his legs and kicked Jian Zhuo's transfer, pushing him far away.

Jian Zhuo stuck out his tongue at him, "Brother is just using it to trick you."

Qi Yike thought of something: "It's late at night today, I'll show you some buddies, do you want to go or not?"

"Don't go."

"Jian Zhuo, if you continue like this, no one will praise you." Qi Yike frowned, "Do you really want to go further? Knowing a few more people is definitely beneficial and not harmful."

Jian Zhuo lowered his head for a while, and finally agreed.He knew that Qi Yike had always wanted to help him win contacts, and wanted to drag him into the circle, but he thought highly of himself and didn't appreciate it.

What is he pretending to put here, a girl from the Tianshan Mountains in the rap world?