Wildfire Mambo

For some reason, Jian Zhuo felt that the enthusiasm in his bosom was being stripped away every time he set foot on this land.

When he arrived in Shanghai for the first time, he thought that he had successfully taken off the plaque of "Getting ahead" from this moment. For this reason, he took a photo of the first step of stepping off the plane quite ceremonially, and wrote it in the memo. Write down a stupid sentence "Save money to buy mom a BMW".

At that time, he never thought that he would feel anxious because of the act of chasing his dream, and even ooze secret pain, because he clearly understood what was waiting for him ahead, and it was Wen An who frowned and said earnestly. , It was an announcement full of hype, it was him being held by people again and again to write down the lyrics those people wanted.

Wen An was driving to the airport to pick him up, and he stood in front of the car window and smiled at Wen An, but Wen An rarely responded, but showed a somewhat helpless tangled expression when Jian Zhuo got into the car, saying, " Little Jane, you have your persistence, but I hope you don't make it too difficult for me."

Jian Zhuo stared blankly at Wen An reflected in the rearview mirror, saw the tiredness on his face that belonged to an adult, and a tendon in his mind seemed to be snapped off suddenly. Really put yourself in Wen An's perspective to experience this job, both sides are putting pressure on, and they are doing the so-called persistence, and it seems to be the person caught in the middle that is the most difficult to deal with.Only then did he realize that from the moment he signed his name on that piece of paper, it was decided that he could not keep these inexplicable stubbornness, because it would affect too many people around him, far away. Will not stop at his own interests.

What's more, it's not a big deal, maybe it's just changing the order of those works with a heavy heart to a more mature timing point. Is it not necessary for a hard-working person to have such a small thing? so difficult?Jian Zhuo sat in the bumpy back seat and thought in a daze.

Wen An seemed to have discovered his gauze-wrapped neck just now, and asked him why he was injured. Jian Zhuo felt troublesome and didn't want to explain everything from the beginning, so he casually said that he accidentally fell down, and finally got a sentence "pay more attention to your body" in response.He half-closed his eyes to see everything in the night flying outside the window. The lights and shadows were dragged by the speed-lapse photography for a long time, as if something was completely left behind.

When he arrived at the company, many staff members had already arrived here to wait for him, sitting in the conference room discussing something with each other, when they saw him coming in, Qiqi cast his eyes on him, Jian Zhuo's eyes restlessly looked at those gazes He was free, but he did not dare to respond for some reason, he straightened his back stiffly, as if he had done something wrong.

Only then did he truly understand why Wen An was so anxious about his own way of playing and creating. It turned out that one project after another had already been decided, closely linked, but he was the protagonist, and he would not follow the established route. It will make it all unconnected.

Someone said that the theme of the collaboration song with a popular traffic star in the album suddenly had to be changed. After all, this was a good opportunity to attract fans, so it had to be changed from the previous "growth with tenacity" to "sour first love", and had to Finish the preparations before this Friday, because the idol's schedule is unbelievably tight, and only Friday night is free to come to Shanghai to record songs.

Then the producer on the other side asked Jian Zhuo if he could write it before tomorrow night, because he had to set aside a few more days for them to prepare.When Jian Zhuo bluntly put forward the request to "give him a few more days", the whole room fell into a strange dullness, because of course the formation of a song cannot completely let both sides talk to themselves, the production The meaning of the person is obviously to let Jian Zhuo communicate with them first, and then they will carefully create a perfect paragraph for the idol on this basis.

Wen An came out to smooth things over, promising "no problem".Jian Zhuo frowned in confusion, and almost subconsciously blurted out "Are you kidding me", but the moment he saw those sharp and self-interested eyes, he swallowed the sentence completely back down his throat.

"I hardly ever write love songs, I don't know if I can write well in such a short period of time..." Jian Zhuo whispered to Wen An helplessly.

Wen An seemed to think of something suddenly, "Didn't you sing a love song at the music festival last time? After all, there is no source of pronunciation, so I put it into this song."

Jian Zhuo didn't open his mouth, he didn't want any so-called popular star to be mixed into that song, no matter whether that person's singing was a natural sound or not.Because in the final analysis, that song should only be about two people: him and Zhou Shuchen.He was innocent and selfish, and he didn't want any other factors to get into his whole and only mind.

"Everyone is very busy." The music director who was rarely seen before said to him sitting opposite him, "Jian Zhuo, you should take responsibility for your self-assertion, this is work, not play .”

It was the first time that Jian Zhuo began to doubt whether his choice was correct after the collaboration in "Order to Cut the Mountain". Should the so-called high official position of "pioneering and leading Chinese hip-hop into the mainstream" be held to someone like him who always does whatever he wants and just wants to keep his head down? On the person who made the song?Seeing the hero in his boyhood who was involuntarily and numbly moving forward, seeing the staff in SW who had insight into the trend of the market like robbing treasure, he suddenly felt a kind of unexplainable fear, which made him want to escape from everything, So he chose to go back to Chengdu, and chose to close the door to make music. He naively thought that everything would be the same as before, but he didn't expect that what he was waiting for was exhaustion day after day and the company's denial in the end.

All kinds of tasks came one after another, saying that it was to build a brighter future, but his enthusiasm had already been gradually worn away by the non-stop output. In the increasingly fast-paced entertainment industry, no one would give He said "I don't want to do it" and "give me some more time" every opportunity. Not following the rules is selfish, ignorant of the world, and harming everyone around him.

Everyone at the table advocated the same idea, saying that if he insisted on doing his own things, no one would buy it, and any wrong step would bring more losses to the company.On a smaller level, people who work together may lose their jobs because of his willfulness.

His mind was empty for a long time, and the fierce arguments around him accumulated more and more in his ears, getting heavier and heavier. Gradually, after reaching a critical threshold, everything suddenly fell into complete silence.Jian Zhuo frowned and fixed his eyes on the world again, his voice was gathered again, faintly, he heard Wen An's voice asking him "is this okay" in a trance, Jian Zhuo blinked slowly, and said very gently No matter what requests those people made, he just sat behind Wen An and listened to the sweet promises he made, without saying a word.

The meeting finally created a slightly relaxed atmosphere through his blind compromise, and after the end, only the densely packed schedule was left for Jian Zhuo.He even had to wait two more nights in the recording studio just for that star, because of the vague answers given by the manager there, so even if Jian Zhuo didn't know him before, he had to settle for one by one.

When he walked out of the company, his stomach began to throb again. It was not the first time that his stomach hurt, but it seemed that the number of times that bothered him had intensified recently. Jian Zhuo began to wonder if it was because he had been on an empty stomach for too long, so He walked into a 24-hour convenience store with a strong desire to survive, and took a piece of bread that was placed on the steel rack at the door. Maybe it was on the verge of expiration, so he put it there. He looked up and asked the clerk to make him a cup of hot milk.

The song playing in the earphones was very loud, and he was still listening to "Helicopter" written by 22-year-old Ou Sheng, but everything seemed to have changed, and Jian Zhuo couldn't even write the song about himself written by Ou Sheng at that time. Connecting with Ou Sheng now, it's as if that's not a person at all.

"Sir." "Sir!"

The clerk yelled several times in a row, and Jian Zhuo heard it between sentences in the song. He reached for the cardboard cup handed over by the clerk, but saw a brown drink swaying inside, which seemed to be cocoa or something like that. s things.

"Did I make a mistake?" Jian Zhuo pushed back the quilt, "I want milk."

The part-time college student yawned sleepily, and then showed a embarrassed expression to Jian Zhuo, "I'm sorry, sir, we have no milk, so I replaced it with hot cocoa for you, I hope you can understand."

Jian Zhuo subconsciously frowned and nodded, the glass door opened automatically, as if urging him to accept this small mistake quickly, he stood under the eaves for a long time, the hand holding the paper cup began to tremble slightly, As if being pushed to a critical point by various trivial matters, Jian Zhuo inhaled and exhaled blankly, a feeling of helplessness and grievance surged up from his chest and abdomen, and he put the steaming hot The drink fell into the trash can by the door, and the rolling liquid splashed everywhere, embellishing the front of his clean white sweater with flowers.

Jian Zhuo took another deep breath, covered his face and squatted backwards on the side of the street as if he almost fell, he didn't understand that everyone has their own difficulties, but why did he have to come and accommodate them one by one?Why does everything require him to take a step back, be a mute and a puppet, what's the point of getting more gold.

He broke down inexplicably to the point of crying, the cowardly scorching liquid swirled up and down in his sockets, he clenched his molars, but in the end he still didn't let the tears fall, in his normal life he rarely chooses to use it for anything. Crying is the solution, so when all the emotions are pulled out at once, it makes people feel more and more that a big hole has been dug out of the chest, as if every part of the body is starting to ache, the wound on the neck, the hidden convulsion of the stomach , and his empty and numb heart.

The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket like a holy bell before salvation, and Zhou Shuchen suddenly sent him a message.Only then did Jian Zhuo realize that he hadn't received the calls from Zhou Shuchen just now, and that he was almost at the gate of SW, and asked Jian Zhuo if he was in the company.

The blurred water in his mouth made Jian Zhuo feel that the screen was melted and he couldn't see clearly. He raised his head and blinked again, as if all the sourness could flow back to the deepest part of his body.He knew that Zhou Shuchen would definitely meet him as soon as possible, but he didn't expect Zhou Shuchen to find this place directly, and he came here as if playing mysticism before calling him out, and he was not afraid of making a trip in vain.

Jian Zhuo covered his face with his palms indiscriminately again, took a deep breath and dialed the phone to ask where Zhou Shuchen was.The moment Zhou Shuchen asked the driver where he was with a smile, Jian Zhuo felt his heart throb like a convulsion, as if he had been injected with a tube of adrenaline.

Jian Zhuo misses Zhou Shuchen very much, but at this moment he doesn't want to see him at all, because he doesn't know whether he can hide these negative emotions well, and he doesn't have the confidence to hide from Zhou Shuchen, who is as delicate as Zhou Shuchen.He clearly understands that sharing is not an option to solve the pain, it will only make the people who care about you more troubled.

Zhou Shuchen at the other end seemed to get off the car, but he didn't let him hang up the phone at all, and said softly that he was standing at the gate of the park, and there was a big sweet-scented osmanthus tree here.

Jian Zhuo heard the vague music coming from there, and realized that Zhou Shuchen seemed to be driven by a driver to a community park not far from SW. He asked Zhou Shuchen to wait for him there, and then ran to the park, as if thinking of something Yes, Jian Zhuo stretched out his hand to pull up the hood of the sweater and tightened it, praying that Zhou Shuchen could be completely hidden from it.

It turned out that there really was a big sweet-scented osmanthus tree there, with golden star dots embedded in the dark green, and soft pistils dancing in the wind, falling on Zhou Shuchen's hair, on his shoulders, and on the black buttons on his waist edge.Jian Zhuo ran all the way, but stopped at the moment he saw Zhou Shuchen's figure, just stood there in a daze, and the scent of osmanthus sent by the west wind pulled him towards Zhou Shuchen.

Zhou Shuchen met his eyes, and his slack eyes bent into a moon hanging in the night, and he said softly to the sound hole: "Did you see the sweet-scented osmanthus tree?"

Jian Zhuo only felt that his heart had turned into a crushed lime, and the sour and swollen factor followed the blood and escaped all over his body, and suddenly there was a busy voice in his ear: Zhou Shuchen hung up the phone and walked towards him Coming here, there was no extra movement, just stretched out his arms and hugged him into his arms, as if realizing the "hug" sent to him on the chat interface early in the morning the day before yesterday.

Jian Zhuo buried himself in the socket of his shoulder, and smelled the fragrance of the few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers falling on the tip of his shoulder.