Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong understood Fang Juexia's words almost instantly.

The vast majority of people in this world are looking for true love in the vast sea of ​​people every day. They are paralyzed by a paragraph of stories and mistakenly believe that they can also love someone for a lifetime. Everyone thinks they have obtained honey that will not dilute in their lifetime. In fact, most of them are inferior cans that will soon expire. The poisonous industrial chemicals were fed in one bite. After the sweet hallucinations dissipated, only painful sequelae remained, ranging from a few months to many years, or even a lifetime.

No one can deny the existence of rational numbers, but compared with dense irrational numbers, those sparse points are rarer than meteors.

He suddenly became curious, so he opened his mouth without thinking.

"If I just make a hypothesis," Pei Tingsong asked Fang Juexia's eyes, "If you really fell in love with someone one day, what would you do?"

Fang Juexia looked at him silently, his eyes shaking uncontrollably. He was asked. This problem seems to have been cut apart from his life plan since he was sensible. He never thought of the possibility of who he fell in love with, and he did not make assumptions in advance to deduce in his heart.

"I don't know." He finally said the truth, "This assumption is meaningless. People are a collection of complex physiological mechanisms. You can't even control one of your own nerves, let alone ..."

Moreover, it is to control the emotion of loving someone.

He didn't finish the rest, and I don't know why. When facing Pei Tingsong, he couldn't say anything. He swallowed it back, shrugged his shoulders, and threw the question back, "What about you?"

"Me?" Pei Tingsong thought for a moment. "Although I haven't seen any true love, I don't really want to pursue anything. But if it does appear ..."

"I won't hide." He raised his eyebrows. "Even if I selected an irrational number, it doesn't matter, I will treat him as a rational number. It's a bit idealistic, but I think there are some things that can be done for me Shifted by will. "

Fang Jue Xia Pei convinced him of his guts, saying that from other populations, there are some moths that mean the fire, but Pei Tingsong said that it seemed different.

"The same is true for your mother, waiting with her own will. At least in her heart, she still holds a rational number. Her love is not dead yet."

He said this, Fang Juexia admitted. Deep in the mother's heart, that person will always come back. But Fang Juexia didn't believe it, "but you can see from her that failed love is the overwhelming majority. You haven't even seen a success sample with your own eyes. Are you afraid you will step into failure?"

Facing Fang Juexia's questioning, Pei Tingsong seemed very relaxed, "I'm not afraid of failure, let alone low probability and scarcity. On the contrary, I like it very much."

He said one by one, bold and straightforward, "I want the most scarce thing."

Fang Jue was dumb and speechless. They are the crystallization of a failed family, but one indulges for freedom, the other evades errors precisely, holds diametrically opposed views, and has an extreme attitude towards love. Even so, Fang Juexia had to admit that he was persuaded by Pei Tingsong.

Pei Tingsong's cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting the game of love. After he connected, he simply answered a few words and hung up.

"The boss asked us to go to the company and finish the title song together." He stood up and stretched. Fang Juexia also stood up, put the pot of cactus in a safe corner, picked up a watering can and sprayed some water, observed it, and sprayed a little more. Then he accidentally discovered something, his tone was a little surprised, and said to himself, "Is it going to bloom?"

Pei Tingsong looked at the way he crouched on the ground and carefully pulled the top of the cactus, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Fang Juexia, how about you, just living with your grandfather's shell."

Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant, turned around and looked over, still holding a small watering can in his hand.

"Your dad is a person who sees art as life, and your mom is desperate for love. Are you not science-conscious? The power of genes is very powerful, and you are a child of these two people." Pei Tingsong put his hands in his pockets, mouth corners With a smile, "So you are actually a romantic in your heart."

"You will have to admit one day."

After leaving, he left Fang Juexia alone, froze for a minute, and turned to stare at the cactus.

Romantics, these five words are simply hyperbolic.

When he rushed to the company, the boss Chen Zhengyun was also there. He had already heard Fang Juexia's demo without a lyrics in advance, greatly appreciated it, and found that he was naturally sensitive to the melody. Composition is largely a task of talent, and it is difficult for some people to work hard to learn music theory knowledge to write a catchy high-light melody.

"I've been training you in the direction of the dance burden before, and I think the route is particularly correct. Now I look at the company and almost missed a treasure." Chen Zhengyun himself was a singer-songwriter in the past, and he has transformed into a very good production before starting the company. He wrote a lot of songs, and the other party ’s talents were praised without hesitation. "Since it ’s the main song, we still hope that he does n’t just become a performance-heavy melody song. Can remember. "

Another composer in the company played their modified song with the guitar.

"This is the third edition. We have discussed it for several hours. Zi Yan came back and changed it with us."

Pei Tingsong sat aside, "It's easy to numb if I change my ears, and I can't hear good or bad."

"So call you." Chen Zhengyun began to beat him again, "How about you, how about the lyrics? Can you suppress the concept of this song?"

Pei Tingsong honestly said, "I'm confused in my mind right now. This piece of music is a bit confusing. I have a lot of concepts. It's hard for me to get a core ..."

As he said, the door opened again, and Jiang Miao and Ling Yi also came in. "You are all here."

"I'm late." Jiang Miao moved a chair and sat down. Chen Zhengyun said it was all right, "Xiao Miao, I let them get your piano."

Everyone started the discussion again. Fang Juexia still recalled the tune played by the previous composer. The melody was split in his brain, section by section, or even one note by one note.

While others were discussing, Fang Juexia himself was sitting in front of an electronic organ, a very simple chord popped up, and then tried to hum back to restore the melody of the composer just now, but it would get stuck in the middle, he tried again Once, I found it was still the same.

Pei Tingsong also found that he was trying by himself, so he sneaked over and sat beside him, "Has an idea?"

"I think you were right," Fang Juexia put his hands on the black and white keys. "Our melody is too full and not smooth. In fact, it is not necessary at all. The burning point can be solved by the arranger. The overfull melody is easy to make When people listen, they feel confused and ca n’t remember the tone. "

He tried to cut off a part of the melody and hummed, and he heard a lot of sense at once. Pei Tingsong nodded, "But this strong sense will diminish."

"No." Fang Jue Xia is very sure, "because now I play the simplest chords for you, the arrangement is the soul of dance music. The melody is not much fine, good arrangement can fully reflect the layer, rhythm and song of the song. artistic conception."

Looking at his seriousness, Pei Tingsong suddenly felt that Fang Juexia was particularly good-looking.

Playing, playing, Fang Juexia suddenly remembered the music that Jiang Miao played last night when he practiced the piano, the lute famous song "Ambush in Ten Faces". At that time, he also ran to listen to it. Qu force retreat the momentum of thousands of horses.

A melody appeared in his brain, and he only hummed a few words to draw Pei Tingsong's attention. "This is nice, and several sounds are connected in a Chinese style."

Fang Juexia smiled and popped it on the keyboard again. Others were also attracted. Chen Zhengyun looked at him and asked, "Is this what you just wrote?"

The movement in the hand stopped, Fang Juexia wrote down the score, and then told everyone his thoughts, "We have been adding something to the melody before, and it has become more and more complicated. It may be because I have not participated in the previous composition, only After listening to the arranged demo, it is purely the perspective of the listener. I just heard the piano version of the composition played by the teacher, and I found that we actually put the melody too full, which is difficult to listen to in the high-complexity arrangement. Come out, but it can be found by popping the piano alone. "

He tried to play the main song in the composition, "A good dance music, even if it is matched with the simplest chord, can be very good without plugging in. This is melody. Just when I tried to play, I found this There are a lot of redundant parts in the tune, and some are cut off, and it is good to add repeated ear melody. "

Pei Tingsong listened to the music he popped, suddenly thought of something, and said to Jiang Miao, "Brother Miao, can you play a guzheng?"

Hearing this remark, Fang Juexia couldn't help but be surprised. He hadn't said that Pei Tingsong had already understood what he was thinking, which was incredible.

Jiang Miao sat down next to the piano with a smile and glued her nails, "What do you play?"

"Just sweep the strings. I'll go in with your sweep strings." Fang Juexia's hand also put on the keys, waiting for Jiang Miao's signal. He lowered his head halfway, his fingertips slightly gathered, his wrist flicked and swept the sound, like a sudden wind.

This is the effect of Fang Jue Xia Yao. When he swept out the second sound, the sound of the keyboard went in instead of the main song, and Fang Juexia hummed a transliteration. He Ziyan quickly realized the style he wanted, and took out the pad to strike the rhythm.

The whole cooperation was very simple and temporary, but it was surprisingly blended. Fang Jue Xia continued, "I only gave the elements before, but there is no main concept, it seems very confusing. But yesterday I heard Miao brother practice the piano with the lute, and the first few string sweeps and shakes in ambush are very murderous. .. I think our song can use warriors as a concept. "

He usually talks a little, but when he talks about his understanding of music on the stage, he is full of light. "Like the drums and formations of ancient marching, and the dancing swords, these are the same as singing and dancing performances. We You can take the concept of a warrior and use a strong rhythmic and aggressive arrangement with a composer that carries a sense of sadness and conviction. I believe it can integrate the effect we wanted before. "

He Ziyan suddenly had inspiration and used his midi to pick out an electronic tone, very similar to the sound of a sword. He said to Jiang Miao, "You sweep again."

The sound of Midi's imitation sword and Guzheng's string sweeping are integrated, like a swordsman.

"Okay, this concept is very good." Chen Zhengyun also said, "You can sample the real sword sound at that time, and it has a feeling of being intertwined with the electronic sound. It should be closer to the scene of the sword and sword."

Suddenly, Pei Tingsong was inspired. He seemed to have seen the picture of fighting in the water under ten ambushes, so he wrote a few words and set the tone.

A house of people stayed up all night for a song and didn't feel tired at all. Later, Lu Yuan also came. They sorted out the complete melody. Pei Tingsong gave the first version of the lyrics almost at the moment. They simply Transfer positions, go to the recording studio and record the demo with the words.

When it came out of the recording studio, the sky was completely bright. The six boys collapsed on the big sofa in the recording studio, head to head, being teased by Chen Zhengyun and saying that they looked like a litter of puppies. Fang Juexia feels lucky that although they did not debut in a large resource-rich company, they have more creative freedom.

"In the past few days, we have rushed to work on the arrangement, and everyone practiced and practiced for the next month. No, I will give a preview next month."

"We are finally going to have the second special!" Ling Yi bited He Ziyan's jacket excitedly, and he opened it with a slap. "You are really Chihuahua."

Kaleido's popularity is increasing day by day, and there are more and more jobs coming in, but for the preparation of the second series, the company has pushed away many commercial activities. Except for some variety shows and endorsements signed before, other work has not been arranged, so they Concentrate on practice. After all, Caledo is a men ’s team. The heat and exposure are important, but the foundation of the men ’s team is still the song and the stage. Only when a satisfactory answer is handed in, the heat they now hold will not become one. Foam that bursts on the touch.

At the same time as the song production, they also started a new round of styling and MV planning. Xingtu spent a lot of money to hire a stage costume designer to design costumes specifically for the six of them for MV shooting and singing performances. Before, the company was too poor and had no capital to spend on styling. Now that Caredo is making money, the money must also be used on the blade.

Pei Tingsong has never dyed his hair because of his daily study, but the concept of this return is very aggressive. This is the most consistent with Pei Tingsong. Hair dyeing is a great weapon to attract attention. . The planner and the stylist made many plans. His original hair color was too dark. They first bleached the hair and dyed it silver-white.

Dyeing your hair is a chore. Pei Tingsong was already struggling while going to school while practicing. On the weekends, he couldn't sleep and couldn't sleep. He was picked up early to float his hair. He was sleepy several times and woke up feeling hungry again.

"So sleepy." The hair stylist couldn't help laughing.

"It's too sleepy." Pei Tingsong saw their plan and thought of something, so he asked the hair stylist, "What's the color of Jue Xia this time?"

"Juexia, he might be black this time."

black hair. Pei Tingsong imagined that the color of Fang Juexia's white pupils was also pale, and the original hair color was already brown. But he has too much sense of distance, and his temperament is too cold. The company wants to improve the affinity to facilitate powder absorption. He has always dyed him dark brown hair. Now switching to black hair, the contrast with the skin color will become stronger and should look colder.

"When will he dye?"

"He may be a little late, anyway, he doesn't need to float, try the color first, the color is Ling Yi after you finish."

He thought that Fang Jue Xia would come today. After thinking about it, Pei Tingsong took out his phone and opened WeChat.

After an hour of dancing in the practice room, Fang Juexia's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw Pei Tingsong's news.

[Guide dog: Where are you? What are you doing? I'm starving. ]

What is this, let him give it to food? Fang Juexia thought about it and deliberately pretended not to understand.

[Besides being pretty or pretty: practice room, dancing, ordering takeaway when hungry. ]

After sending it, Fang Juexia felt very happy. He leaned his head on the wall and lightly tapped it. The small clock in his heart walked ten times, and the phone vibrated again.

[Guide dog: Hello, I want a portion of sautéed crab meat and a portion of scallion oil noodles with less oil. ]

He also sent a pleased expression.

Fang Juexia looked at the time, picked up his clothes and stood up to leave the practice room. Their company has a snack bar downstairs for more than a decade. The steamed buns and sauté are a must. The people in the company often send a dozen of them. Fang Juexia also had the boss's phone in his mobile phone, but he went downstairs himself and went to buy it in person with a hat and mask.

He didn't know why, he probably just wanted to stroll around.

"Hey? Jue Xia, you haven't been here for a long time, what do you want to eat?" The boss is a very enthusiastic middle-aged man, with a taste of Shanghai, especially kind.

Fang Juexia ordered what Pei listened to before, and added a cup of soy milk. "Thank you to pack it for me."

"Okay, let's not fry chili sauce, right?" The boss is familiar with his taste.

"Yes." Fang Juexia said immediately, "I want chili sauce."

The boss's busy hand stopped, "Yo, start eating spicy?"

"No ..." Fang Juexia smiled, "Brought to the children in the team."

"Oh ~" The boss laughed, "The relationship between you is really good, like a brother." He had packed all the snacks in the talk and delivered it to Juexia. "Come next time."

"thank you boss."

It is also strange that Pei Tingsong was really sleepy, but after sending the message to Fang Juexia, the whole person was full of energy and could not sleep with his eyes closed. He looked at himself in the mirror and started humming boringly.

"What song is this?" The hair stylist checked him for fading and said casually, "It's pretty good."

This is how Pei Tingsong reacted. He subconsciously hummed the song written by Fang Juexia.

"Just casually ..."

Almost broke the tune for him.

With a guilty conscience, a thin white hand appeared in front of him, carrying the take-out box on the table in front of him. Pei Tingsong raised his head in surprise and saw Fang Juexia, who was only armed with only a pair of eyes and birthmarks.

"You cover it so tightly, it's useless."

It can be recognized by hand alone.

Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant, "Why is it useless?"

Pei listened to the praises and turned to his mouth again, "I mean, what's the use of not covering that birthmark? Is there another person in the world with this birthmark?"

It seems quite reasonable. Fang Juexia turned her head and looked at the mirror, touching the birthmark in the corner of her eye. Then he thought of something and turned to him and said, "Eat fast, and it will not taste good if it is cold."

"I'm really starving." He took a bite of raw frying and asked vaguely, "Don't you eat?"

"I had breakfast." Fang Juexia didn't even sit down. Pei Tingsong suspected that he might really just come and give him something, maybe he would leave soon.

"You have to eat more." Pei Tingsong used the excuse of body management to make Fang Juexia eat it, but Fang Juexia had nothing but him, so he sat next to him and ate a sauté.

Fang Juexia's eating is very gentle, he will habitually lick his lips after each bite. The more Pei Tingsong observed him, the more he felt that Fang Juexia was different from many of the boys he met, but he couldn't tell the difference.

After eating the whole fry, Fang Jue Xia wiped his hands with that paper. Seeing Pei Tingsong keep looking at himself all the time, he also felt strange, "What do you think I am doing?"

"It's nothing." Pei Tingsong withdrew his eyes and quickly opened the subject. "My scalp hurts a little." As soon as he raised his hand, his wrist was held by Fang Juexia.

"Don't catch it." Fang Juexia said, "Floating hair hurts the scalp a bit, don't get the fade cream on your hands."

Pei Tingsong likes this feeling of being ruled by Fang Juexia. He doesn't know why. He clearly is an individual who says that he wants to go west.

"But my scalp is uncomfortable."

"I know." Fang Juexia lowered his head and pinched Pei Tingsong's forearm. Pei Tingsong didn't even think, "What are you doing?"

"This can divert attention." Fang Juexia pinched again, then raised his head and smiled at him.

Pei Tingsong's eyes moved from his smile to the corner of his mouth, and the lips he had just licked lightly. But the other party quickly immersed in the game of continuing to pinch him, did not notice Pei Tingsong's stunned eyes.

The hair stylist brushed the phone and suddenly laughed, "Hey, the last issue of your amusement park complex came out. Hey house special edition."

His voice suddenly pulled back Pei Tingsong's thoughts, and let Fang Juexia release his hand, turning his head and asking, "Is it so fast? I haven't seen it."

"You guys are all hot searches. Go and see!"

Fang Juexia took out his mobile phone, opened the rare Weibo, and after a little search, he saw the familiar name.

"The second and third of the hot search are you Hey."

Hearing the ending and lovely tone of Fang Juexia's speech, Pei Tingsong was quite proud and felt particularly useful, so he cleared his throat and made a hot search of the regular customer Yun Qingfeng's light expression. Hot search. "

"Well." Fang Juexia showed him his mobile phone, his face full of desire to share. "Look."

Pei Tingsong deliberately glanced at it only to be surprised.

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The author has something to say: enter the new copy immediately! The stage is coming

By the way, I recommend that you listen to Snikm's "Zheng", which is a combination of electronic music and Chinese classical musical instruments. Then the electronic sound of the sword feeling that He Ziyan said in the article, if you can't imagine it, you can listen to Borgore's "Magictrick". feel.

[I beg you not to be ky in the comment area of ​​the song, do not come from ..., the name of the article, including the author, do not have anything, and do not send a lot of anti-ky, just report it, the comment area is too much discussion about the song Irrelevant topics are really bad. My intention is to let you feel it intuitively and enjoy the music. Otherwise, I wo n’t push the song next time]