Wildfire Mambo

Jian Zhuo collapsed on the back of the chair and opened his eyes in the darkness to look at the bright blue screen, vaguely counting the time Wen An left for him, even in such a situation, he would still subconsciously think about it, If he failed to complete the task smoothly, what kind of anxious expression would Wen An show on his face.

Probably because he felt tired, or because of the disease, he rarely slept for a long time, and he was not woken up by the cold until the afternoon.Zhou Shuchen wasn't there when he woke up, probably he had returned to Chengdu, after all, he had work to do.The body that alternates endlessly between hot and cold, seems to be inhabited by two monsters pulling each other. Jian Zhuo walked to the community hospital with his head in a daze. His senses became dull. All he could think of was the middle-aged woman on duty. The doctor asked him if he would like an infusion, and after getting his hasty refusal, he seemed to say something to him before taking any medicine when the temperature is above 39 degrees. Jian Zhuo couldn't remember the details, but he just returned to the hotel with a transparent bag.

Creation, like his body, has become more and more difficult. Every time Jian Zhuo writes two sentences, he will stop like a nervous reflex.Before making a smooth passage, he has to push everything away and start over again, as if he is reminded all the time and asked to remember that he is the one posted on the Internet that "represents the latest rap power exported from China" ", it turns out that he is the "shinning rap star after the millennium" on the hot search, no matter what, he must be worthy of these flaming titles, and he must write something worthy of these labels. OK, until those self-doubts run deep.

In fact, in terms of entertainment, martial arts is probably the only thing that can really become China's cultural export until now, but soundW**E has secretly issued the "export to the world" to everyone on their label. The task, although most singers can actually complete it very well, the company's marketing seems to be able to turn all this into a natural process, but it does not include the "closed-eyed" Jian Zhuo, and it does not mean that he can Willing to choose to lie dormant and wait for a more free tomorrow.

What I am writing is not what I really want to write, and there are too many aspects of what I really want to write that cannot be mentioned. Some straightforward parts of previous songs have also been forcibly taken off the shelf.Jian Zhuo sat by the window where the light was just beginning to shine, and began to think, did he make this decision that has already let down his music?

He couldn't sleep all night and all night, his body let him rest, but his brain didn't let him. Lying on the bed, his thoughts were chaotic and complicated, repeating the nightmare in the waking state over and over again.Jian Zhuo lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. He leaned up to inhale the smoke, but was so choked that he coughed out tears. The ash danced uncomfortably at his fingertips. The burning feeling was everywhere, but he finally I finished smoking this cigarette completely, and pressed the cigarette butt on the waste paper on which the lyrics were written, and the charred color spread out.

After a few months, Jian Zhuo began to spend more time thinking, but it was often fruitless, and the confusion and confusion would only double.

Walking along this established track, what will be at the end?It sounds like a very beautiful topic, but Jian Zhuo can only think of Ou Sheng's indifferent attitude towards everything.

He has made many copies of decent things, scraped together a few so-called love songs, and piled them all on the bedside table, but Jian Zhuo didn't want to hand them over at all.

Although he remembered that he had to go back to the company at night, as if escaping, he went to MODERNSKYLAB in the afternoon.Because he saw Lin Yansheng's message in Moments, it seems that the niche band that used to have a good relationship with the time-out moment went on a variety show and became popular, and the first stop tour was in Shanghai, so he asked to make a movie here Lin Yansheng from OST was the guest.

He has always had a good impression of this musician brother, from the last time when Lin Yansheng sang a hook for him and passed on nine versions for him to choose, it really shocked him who was a semi-amateur at the time.Although there is probably no way to watch the performance completely, Jian Zhuo still wants to meet acquaintances. If there is a chance, it would be even better if he could treat Lin Yansheng to a meal as a favor.

Lin Yansheng has always been very tolerant towards younger brothers and sisters from all walks of life, of course he promised "yes" to Jian Zhuo, and when Jian Zhuo arrived, Lin Yansheng specially came out from the backstage to pick him up, wearing a short leather jacket, standing in front of the livehouse door under the cold blue light In the next moment, his complexion became paler and sicker, but Jian Zhuo felt that Lin Yansheng seemed to be much more energetic than his initial impression.

In the long and narrow corridor backstage, various staff members hurriedly ran. Jian Zhuo followed Lin Yansheng. He had already walked to the lounge. The moment he opened the door, Lin Yansheng reached out to grab Jian Zhuo back, and brought him back to the waiting room. Useless powder room.

Jian Zhuo asked him what was the matter in a daze, Lin Yansheng only said lightly, someone was smoking inside.

He glanced at Jian Zhuo again: "Quit smoking."

Probably I can't understand that the good kid who didn't get nicotine in the bar is now actively trying it.

Jian Zhuo didn't expect this brother to have such a good sense of smell, not to mention that he just ordered a few cigarettes in the past two days in a daze, and he didn't have any addiction, but he didn't say anything to explain, and said casually: "Brother Lin, don't you smoke too?"

As if remembering something, Lin Yansheng paused for a while before speaking: "I have a bad voice, stop it."

Lin Yansheng used to be not a talkative person, once Jian Zhuo didn't speak, they would end up in a situation where they would look at each other in dismay.But unexpectedly, Lin Yansheng seemed to be able to perceive the emotion entangled in Jian Zhuo's body, which was more than what he said in the past.Talking about the recent situation, Jian Zhuo subconsciously wanted to use vague sentences to prevaricate, but when he saw Lin Yansheng's calm eyes, Jian Zhuo was unable to lie to him, "I can't write anything."

Lin Yansheng slightly raised his eyelids to look at him, and said, "SW treats you badly?"

"No." Jian Zhuo stared at the sparkling marble tiles, "It's just... what everyone wants is different, I don't think I can get along well."

"What were you doing when you signed the contract?" Lin Yansheng raised an eyebrow and said in a serious tone, "Haven't you read it?"

"I didn't think about it that much..." Jian Zhuo said, "I just thought it would be good if my songs could be heard by more people through this method."

"But now the song heard by more people is no longer 'your song'." Lin Yansheng probably understood Jian Zhuo's meaning.

The Adam's apple slipped dryly, Jian Zhuo seemed very unwilling to give that word of approval.

Lin Yansheng seemed to be smiling, and raised the tails of his raised eyes even higher: "Isn't it good? You don't need to use your brain to make money. I remember that when you came to work every evening, you would sit at the bar and complain to Xie Rui, saying that you hope you can Lie down and make money."

"Don't laugh, Brother Lin." It's hard for Jian Zhuo to tell others about these things, but characters who are too close can't do it, so Qi Yike can't do it, and Zhou Shuchen can't do it, people who are not too close and understand the situation are also real in his life Very little.

A bold word flashed through his mind, and the person in front of him seemed to have actually practiced it.Jian Zhuo frowned, "Brother Lin, why did you terminate the contract?"

Leaning back on the back of the sofa, Lin Yansheng smiled slightly, blinked slowly, "There is no reason to go any further."

"It's that simple?"

Lin Yansheng just said: "I will do my best to let myself live with peace of mind."

Jian Zhuo heard what Lin Yansheng said, and instantly remembered what Zhou Shuchen said to him, "willfulness is more precious than money", and this truth does not need to make him suddenly realize it at this moment, because it is the same as when he gave up going to school. Isn't it the same feeling you have when you come to be a rapper?Reckless and naive, full of eyes and only what he wants.

"Jian Zhuo, call." Seemingly too engrossed in thinking about things, Jian Zhuo didn't even hear his cell phone ringing. It wasn't until Lin Yansheng called him that he came back to his senses, and hurriedly answered the phone.

Lin Yansheng shook his slightly long hair lightly, wanting to leave the room for Jian Zhuo to have a private space, but the speakers were being moved outside the corridor, so he had no choice but to sit farther away.

No one on the other end spoke for a long time, only some faint quarreling sounds, Jian Zhuo looked down at the caller ID again in a daze, "Qi Yike?"

"Jian Zhuo, are you in Shanghai now?"

Jane Zhuo responded.

Qi Yike paused for another moment, "Do you know about this?"

"What's up……?"

"Almost half of OSOM's songs have been taken off the shelves, and the whole network has been taken off the shelves." Qi Yike is much calmer than the others. With such a large area covering the whole area, even a little bit of outrageous lyrics in the song will be removed from the shelves, and many of them will not even touch the warning line of normal censorship.

OSOM is a local label that has been playing underground all year round. It has members of various types and never puts too much constraints on its creation. Therefore, from time to time, there will be songs that are not very positive. Most of the time, they are released directly without the lyrics. But now no one took advantage of the loopholes, and even played a lot of songs.In the end, there are only a few songs left on OSOM's huge homepage, which can barely fill up a page.

Jian Zhuo held the phone in a daze, and heard Qi Yike say again: "Then your manager called my elder brother this morning, saying that it was because they were about to promote your second album vigorously, but they had asked for I have passed your opinion, but you are still unwilling to quit OSOM. For the sake of personal image, I communicated with the music platform and concealed the unscrupulous background. It was all the original words, and Liu Zhi was angry at that time. As a result, that person He also said that you will go higher and higher in the future, and you are fully capable of going back to help OSOM, everything is temporary patience, and there will be greater rewards in the future."

"My mother! You boy went to explain clearly to your company that we are ours and have nothing to do with you!" Jian Zhuo heard a voice from behind Qi Yike again, and it was so hot that his ears hurt. .

In fact, Qi Yike didn't want to ask Jian Zhuo for a solution, he wanted Jian Zhuo to withdraw from OSOM on the bright side, anyway, the title doesn't matter, just like the time when Jian Zhuo was a fledgling, as long as It doesn't matter if the members approve, but he thought about it later, if it is really for the so-called "personal image considerations", no matter whether to retreat or not, the previous choice will still be printed there, but Jian Zhuo just repeated it twice on the phone "I'll handle it," the tone was extremely tough, which inexplicably made Qi Yike dispel the idea of ​​comforting him instead.

Too many things happened recently, making Jian Zhuo feel a little overwhelmed, but at this moment he finally broke free from the confusion that has troubled him for a long time, and what reoccupied his world became outright anger, which was intertwined with pain and confusion. Burn more and more.

Lin Yansheng was forced to listen to the whole thing, and he rarely showed a helpless expression in front of Jian Zhuo.

"...Sometimes I really don't understand what kind of image the compass of pop music they talk about." Jian Zhuo whispered, "Perfect, can it really be done? What's more, this 'good' standard, and Who should decide?"

Lin Yansheng sat beside Jian Zhuo, like a kind of secret consolation and companionship, and raised his eyebrows a little willfully. He said that Zheng Jun hadn't said earlier that pop music culture in China has always been a dwarf, whether it is rock music or music. Folk songs and hip-hop, shoulder all kinds of burdens from birth, have to support the family at the age of three or five, get married and have children, endorsement era, there is no childhood, no teenagers, directly counterproductive, grow the filth of an adult, but only have the fragile body of a baby.

Without asking any more questions, Jian Zhuo began to realize that what was more important to him was actually on the spiritual level.In the past, he escaped from home and lived a life of material deprivation in a rented house, but at that time he was far less miserable than he is now, because at that time he clearly understood that as long as he took it step by step, one day he would go to He wanted to be successful, but after he was kidnapped and became the so-called "leader", this kind of spiritual defeat made him tortured, and even destroyed all enthusiasm, self-confidence, and dreams.

He probably understood what he really wanted.

Jian Zhuo sat on the dressing table with his back hooked, staring at the scorching incandescent tube for a long time. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and said to Lin Yansheng, his eyes flashed with sporadic firmness in the prolonged depression: "Lin Yansheng Brother, do you know a reliable lawyer?"

Lin Yansheng looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

"I want to terminate the contract."