Fanservice Paradox

After all, it was also a person who had worked together for two years. Fang Jue Xia had been accustomed to Pei Tingsong's jokes. He had no trouble on his face and picked up the coat cage on the ground to leave the practice room.

But Pei Tingsong was not used to his disregard and took his arm, "Hey, how do you treat benefactors like this?"

Fang Jue Xia Dun paused and glanced at him, his tone was not warm, "I don't want to, but you seem to be mocking me as if you are not a benefactor." He pulled Pei Tingsong's hand away and his coat fell to the ground.

"what is that?"

Fang Juexia's eyes were indifferent, "Enk."

After he said he was going to leave, but Pei Tingsong didn't plan to let him go so easily, this time he didn't pull any more, and stepped forward directly, blocking directly in front of Fang Juexia. He almost ran into it.

"When you say this, it really reminds me."

Pei Tingsong lowered his eyes, and there was a trace of evil spirit in the corner of his mouth.

"Neither can I help you in vain."

Fang Juexia raised his eyes calmly, looking directly at this teammate who never stopped stumbling on himself.

"As an gracious guest, I have to ask for something from you?" Pei Tingsong smiled, "Isn't he?"

He originally thought that he had lost his reaction to this kind of joking, but the initiator became Pei Tingsong, and Fang Juexia's emotions began to go beyond the scope of calmness.

"I don't have time to play this kind of boring game with you." He moved away and prepared to go, who knew Pei Tingsong again calmly stopped him.

"Don't worry, I'm not greedy for your body." Pei Tingsong looked up and down, and the disdain on his face was not concealed. "But since there is business, one party must cooperate with the other. Look at your expression ..." He bent down and picked up his coat that fell to the ground and put it on Fang Juexia's shoulder. "It's too fake."

Fang Juexia stared at him and did not speak. He has always been like this, his eyes are cold and direct, as if he never feared or cared.

This made Pei Tingsong think of winter.

He likes the smell of winter, cold, mixed with the last fragrance of dead plants. Although the Atherton where he lives hardly snows, he also likes winter.

Pei Tingsong has had a strange hobby since childhood.

The plane tree in the winter garden was cut by the gardener with half-wilted branches and leaves, and lost its vitality in summer time. This is the happiest time of the year. He will squat on the ground and carefully select the straightest branches, then hold the ends and fold them in half one by one.

These stumps are beautiful and straight, lacking in elasticity, and look like they will not give in. At the moment of breaking, you can feel the stubborn resistance looming under this hardness. But to no avail, they will eventually break and make a crisp noise. The broken section shows the last fresh vitality, the complex atmosphere of plant fragrance and decaying dry branches is diffused, very charming.

The moment of the break will bring him great psychological satisfaction.

At this moment, this familiar satisfaction is approaching.

He seemed to find another favorite dead branch.

"Don't make it so flamboyant. I really don't have any interest in that aspect. But since I promised to do business, I have to do something like business. If you don't know what to do ..." Pei Tingsong smiled and looked Very pure.

He held out his hand and lifted Fang Juexia's wet hair on his forehead. The voice was very low. "Just listen to me, brother Juexia."

For the first time, Fang Juexia heard this guy who was three years younger than himself called his brother.

In two years, their lives seemed to have an intersection, but they actually existed on two straight lines with different coordinates, without any overlap. Fang Juexia's emotions are always very calm. It seems that no matter who meets any troublesome people, he can be calm. Because people always follow the basic laws of animals, are the projection of natural laws.

But Pei Tingsong is an exception.

He is a flammable and explosive uncertainty factor.

Fang Juexia kept his inertial silence, his eyes still looking straight at Pei Tingsong. After a few seconds, he reached out for Pei Tingsong to sort out the collar of the shirt that was accidentally folded, like a competent brother. This beautiful mouth did not reveal any words at the end, just pulled off the corner of the mouth and left.

They spent the next few days in planning meetings and practice rooms, and the concept of the new college is still a bit vague. Until Cheng Qiang made a joke in the middle of the meeting.

"It's really strenuous. It's really impossible for Jiang Miao to play a guzheng, Zi Yan plays a disc, and after a whisper, he feels that Xia Luyuan can dance Xiao Pei to rap."

Originally a joke, everyone laughed. Unexpectedly, it was really heard by the two people on the table.

"Wait a minute." / "I have an idea."

Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong unanimously said that the meeting room was quiet for a moment. Everyone shut their mouths in shock at this groundbreaking tacit understanding, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward situation.

While everyone was waiting for the two of them to continue talking, the two of them stopped talking as if they were vigorous.

Cheng Qiang tapped the table with his knuckles, "You two are so funny. Come on, the fourth son said first."

"Why?"

Knowing that Pei Tingsong would be dissatisfied, Cheng Qiang said, "Then you say it first."

"... I said what I said." Pei Tingsong cleared his throat and turned the pen for several rounds. "The new college allows us to participate in the production."

Rather than being an idea, his tone and expression are better than announcing the results.

Cheng Qiang rolled up his sleeves, "Hey, you kid ..."

"I agree with him."

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at Fang Juexia in the other direction with surprise.

Ling Yi leaned back in her chair and whispered to Lu Yuan, "Do you think it's weird ..."

"Feel." Lu Yuan nodded seriously, his eyes twirling around the two of them, "How do I see them now and how do they match, what's wrong with me?"

Ling Yi rolled his eyes, "You're Gu Gu."

Fang Juexia did not hear the comments of his teammates and said, "Actually, the concept of the two colleges also took a lot of thought, but the effect is average. Of course, it may be that our concept digestion ability is not enough. So I think," he looked to the boss, sincere attitude , "Instead of creating a new concept for everyone to adapt and digest, we might as well ..."

As a mathematics graduate once again, the craze appeared again, and the teammates couldn't help laughing, and Ling Yi directly took the stem. "We might as well set up an X, obviously ..."

Everyone smiled, Pei Tingsong looked at him sideways and saw that his thin white neck was red.

Fang Juexia coughed and tried to drag the topic back, "I mean, simply throw away the past model and participate in the creation. Like Qiang brother said, everyone has their own parts, although there is no guarantee that the effect is simple Accumulation and addition, but the fusion process will always collide with sparks, won't it? "

He rarely said so much, so he seemed more serious.

Chen Zhengyun was a little surprised, but he nodded, "Give a definite idea."

"Chinese classical folk music and electronic music." Pei Tingsong stopped the pen in his hand, "This is not new, but it should not be too flooded in the men's group. Miao's Guzheng can do pluck or lead. Take trap. In other words, the clear sound of bass bass and guzheng should create a good sense of up and down space. Coupled with the drumset of the ear, I think it can make great dance music. "

(Speaking has the term popular science)

His idea was quickly endorsed by the electronic music player He Ziyan, "I thought about this problem before. Seriously, I still have several demos in my hand. I did it according to this idea. There are traps and futurebass. It is definitely cool to make a steam wave at the bottom of a guzheng. Moreover, guzheng's **** is changeable and the rhythm can be very fast.

Jiang Miao smiled, "It's very interesting. If I really want to try, I will make another suggestion." He looked at Ling Yi. "One by one, you can try the drama. You have a high voice. Goose bumps. "

"The captain said that I'm a little bit hey now." Ling Yi touched his arm. "But I haven't tried it yet. How about Juxia? Would you like to try it?"

Before Fang Juexia spoke, he heard Pei Tingsong saying, "His voice comes with a mixing effect, suitable for hooking."

Ling immediately ridiculed and ridiculed, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I found a hook for myself so quickly."

He Ziyan was serious, "Hook is the soul of hip-hop."

"Wow ... soul ~" Lu Yuan also joined in, "I've watched the CP video a bit over the past two days."

"What head?" Cheng Qiang knocked Lu Yuan's head, "What about choreography?"

Ling Yi immediately opened the plastic Northeast dialect show and "stubbornly beat him."

"Rolling the calf, learning and learning is not like a wave of heads, this is the heavenly cover." Lu Yuan looked at him white and serious, "Finally at my home. The choreography of the men's group requires memory and performance tension. Since Everyone has decided on the theme, and I do n’t think traditional choreography can be done on the show. There are two live modes, one is the band version, playing the guzheng on the spot, and the other is singing and dancing live. "

"This is a good idea." Watching everyone's inspiration collide, a smile appeared on Chen Zhengyun's face, "Is there any?"

"I suggest that." Lu Yuan smiled and looked at Jue Xia. "If you remember this, you still have to let Ju Xia get out of it."

Fang Juexia didn't know so, "I?"

"Since there is a collision between tradition and modernity, there must also be a traditional element in choreography. I just flashed a scene in my head, that is, Xia Xia dances a classical dance, and only needs a short solo dance. If the scene can be It ’s definitely a must-have with a mirror in the end ... "

Hearing this, Pei Tingsong's mind automatically showed the picture. Under Guzheng's solo, the all-black stage projected a single beam of chasing light, only hitting him alone, one sleeve at the waist, and a folding fan, the slender body stretched and twisted, and the light felt soft through silk fabric Musculoskeletal texture, moonlight running water.

The straight toes fell to the ground with the last clang, the folding fan spread out instantaneously, and the eyebrows extended a touch of red.

"Little Pei? Pei listen to Song."

Cheng Qiang's voice pulled him out of his imagination, Pei listened to God, and looked up to find that everyone was watching him, "Look at me?"

"What do you want to be so fascinated." He Ziyan had stood up, "Go, let's go."

So fast.

It ’s just a dance time.

"How is it? I just suggested." Lu Yuan grabbed Fang Juexia's shoulder. "I remember you said that you learned classical dance and modern dance when you were young."

Fang Juexia nodded, "skip as a child."

"When I was young?" Ling Yi could insert the topic at any time. "Did Juexia learn dance from childhood? You haven't told us."

Pei Tingsong walked behind with his hands in his pockets, not to say that he was a kid, when did this guy share his experience.

"Hmm." Fang Juexia's eyes dropped unconsciously. The white floor tiles in the corridor were dazzled by the lights. A glowing brick reflected a side stage. The men on the stage danced calmly and relaxedly. Going further, he saw the immature self under the stage, holding his mother's hand and looking up.

[Mom, I will be like Dad in the future! ]

[Okay, our baby will definitely become the most powerful dancer, better than your father ~]

"After studying for a few years, I didn't learn anymore." Fang Juexia raised her head and stared straight ahead, and walked to the elevator with everyone. The tone was calm. It seemed to prevent everyone from continuing to ask. Try it. "

Jiang Miao bowed his head and looked at his hand, "Oh, I also have to do my old business again." Just after he finished, his right hand was grabbed by He Ziyan. He made a rubbing motion, and laughed, "Regain old industry 2.0."

Lu Yuan: "Then you will be a demo, I want to choreograph now!"

Ling Yiba knotted, "Brother Yuan! Dalian City Grass! I want a super handsome part!"

Seeing everyone noisy and noisy, Fang Juexia showed a long-lost warmth in his heart. It seemed that when he returned to the debut, everyone was struggling towards his dream and trying to present the best stage, except someone.

Looking away, the metal inner wall of the elevator mirrored the figure of Pei Tingsong. He lowered his head halfway, like he was fascinated.

In Fang Juexia's memory, when Pei Tingsong came, he was a 17-year-old child. In fact, he didn't have much opinion on airborne. He always belonged to his teammates, and he also got along normally.

But Pei Tingsong at that time was really unconvinced, just because he had a bad attitude when practicing dance, and Fang Juexia, who had never been angry, had a conflict with him. That was the first time there was a conflict between them. The two young guys fought, and the others couldn't pull it.

[Do you think I just want to come here as a love bean? Practice what practice! I do n’t have much to say to you, a person who thinks so hard about it! ]

After hearing this sentence, Fang Juexia realized why Pei Tingsong, who was kind enough to meet for the first time, would change his attitude later.

But he was not angry at the moment and was very calm.

[I heard you want to be a hip-hop singer. ]

As early as the second day of Pei Tingsong's entry into the company, the fact that he was forcibly sent back to China by his parents in his teens in the United States was well known. Everyone has heard that he was taken to the star map by his sister. This kind of small company is probably for him to taste the taste of mixed entertainment.

Both the original intention and the way are different from their hard work.

[Dream like this has no high and low values, only realizable and unrealizable. ]

Fang Juexia let go of his collar.

[I have nothing to say to you, a naive, prejudiced person like you. ]

A rumor-ridden paranoid, and an arrogant arrogant rebel, the trajectory of life should have run counter to each other. But the yin and yang mistakes hit each other hard, and an encounter turned into an accident scene that could not be repaired for two years.

No one disdains to know who, as long as they can maintain a safe distance, they can always maintain superficial peace.

"By Miao brother," Pei listened to the elevator when he got out of the elevator. "You practice first, I have to move."

"Moving?" Ling Yi's eyes lit up, "Is it moving back to the dormitory! Today?"

Pei Tingsong nodded, "Tomorrow, Brother Qiang urged me for a long time.

Fang Juexia stared at his profile, and coincidentally at the same time he turned back and looked at him. Everything is very clever, just like the second formal intersection between them is also related to the "unspoken rules", but he was known by him, but he shot. If it weren't for this reason, they would have no intersection, and it might be the day when the team disbanded.

Pei Tingsong laughed, plainly showing a sense of evil child, "It seems that not every brother welcomes me home."

I heard that many murderers like to look back at the crime scene in search of some kind of pleasure. Strangely, he always thought that Pei Tingsong was such a person, but at this moment, his plain body seemed to secrete some kind of neurotransmitter that stimulates pleasure, as if expecting something.

Once the safety distance is broken.

This accident will repeat itself tragically.

"Welcome back." Fang Juexia smiled.

The author has something to say: This chapter contains some music production terminology, explain it (the half hanging level is not necessarily accurate, you can discuss together ~)

1. Trap: A style of electronic music. The earliest "Trap" originated in Atlanta. In slang, it refers to the place where du products are traded and the hard-to-break living environment. Later it gradually evolved into a hip-hop electronic music style, which is generally more psychedelic, mainly rap or melody rap. The more representative song is "The Hills" by TheWeeknd. I will share it on Weibo, which is also suitable for the atmosphere of this chapter.

2. pluck: A timbre in electronic music production. The timbre here is the various sounds that will appear when we listen to a song (electronic music), then pluck is a plucked instrument timbre (plucking is a A kind of guitar plucking method), this tone is melody and decay, that is, the volume decreases gradually after a sound is emitted.

3. lead: It's the same timbre as pluck, but it's powerful and very prominent. It usually appears at the beginning of the song. (The song shared above has a lead at the beginning)

4. drumset: As the name implies, it is a group of percussion music. Like European and American music, it pays a lot of attention to rhythm. So whether the drumset is good or not can determine whether a song can be sold or not. Every drumset is excellent.

5. Demo: A sample of the song. The songs we heard are all finished with vocal mixes. The demo is actually the predecessor.

6. Futurebass: It's also a kind of music style. It's a hot label now, but there is no good definition at present. But everyone may have heard a lot. For example, "Faded" and "Closer" of the smoker are all futurebass, and there are also some "steam wave" electronic music, so the audience of futurebass is wider.

7. Drop: Everyone must know that many times after a part of the main song, there will be a phrase "DJ pretending to be a drop" (Dropthebeat), in fact, drop is to pave the way when listening to electronic music, you have to wait and wait, and finally Waiting for the high-energy moment that makes you feel super explosive and can't help shaking with the rhythm.

8. Hook: Many people understand it as a chorus, especially a hip-hop song mixed with a chorus. In fact, hook means "hook". It is a melody that often appears at one end of the chorus part, and it is also the most hooked in the whole song. section. (Xiao Pei said that Jue Xia is suitable for hooking because his tone is very special, interspersed in rap is the most catching)

Other terms:

bridge: The foreshadowing before the last chorus. Take the "Thehills" above as an example, "Hillshaveeyes ...... Onlyyou." This is the bridge. Generally, there will be a change in the atmosphere of the bridge song.

One shot to the end: no editing, one shot to the end.