High mountain water

Action.1

The sun shines on the face of a 20-year-old young man through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Boya feels that the sweat on his back has completely cooled down. He is very uncomfortable being blown by the indoor air conditioner. He was hugging his qin, with a slightly nervous look on his handsome face.

Nicole Wang, the manager of ●● Company in City D, is undoubtedly the source of his tension.

"That's it." Nicole Wang, who was wearing leggings, said suddenly, he raised his delicate orchid fingers, and his supple long hair that had been highlighted and dyed almost fell on Boya's face, "But the name Boya is not fashionable enough, yours The stage name can be changed to Boya."

In the corner of the office, Nicole Wang's assistant was looking up and down at this handsome newcomer with joy and enjoyment, and gently put the freshly brewed coffee on the coffee table.

Boya calmed down and tried to communicate with the other party, at least playing a piece of music in front of King Nicole to show off his talents: "I don't want to change my name. I have been learning guqin since I was five years old. My dream is..."

Nicole Wang shook his head, his orchid fingers raised almost as high as his chin, and his tone was very cold: "You can play anything you want, as long as you are red enough."

Boya felt his heart sinking, and a feeling of indigestion came from his stomach at the same time. He wanted to fight for his rights as much as possible. In the end, the only progress was to keep his original name. The face of Nicole Wang is still worried that he will give the mace a mace with the solid wood banjo of about ten kilograms in his hand.

Stepping on the high heels, the little assistant graciously sent Boya to the elevator.

Boya couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice: "Did he not know that Nicole is usually used as a female name?"

The little assistant looked at the newcomer sympathetically: "He knows." After a pause, he added, "But this is a fashion——his name was Simon last year, and it was Wang Dazhu when he first joined the company 12 years ago. "

Boya: "..."

He suspects that the reason why Nicole Wang did not dismiss the assistant is to limit the spread of his name within the company.

Action.2

Boya sent the guqin to the piano store for maintenance.

City C in July, from the workplace to the weather reveals a kind of tireless enthusiasm, the maemies on the tree are sizzling crazily, his sweat has evenly coated the surface of the skin since he went out A layer of salt grains, just a handful of cumin away from the roast.

Boya involuntarily pushed open the door of the milk tea shop opposite the piano shop. While enjoying the air-conditioning, he ordered a cup of cheap black tea at the lowest unit price of the drink. Looking at the other customers in the shop, he suspected that this cup of drink would still be available in summer. A special nickname for "cracking air conditioners".

"Please use it slowly."

The one who served him the drink was a boy with a baby face and fair skin. The name plate on his chest read "Ziqi Zhong" in two lines.

Boya was a little surprised: "School is on holiday today?"

From the looks of it, the waiter in front of him should not have graduated from college.

Zhong Ziqi gave him a cheerful and frank smile: "Temporarily suspending school to work, if all goes well, you can return to campus next year."

Boya: "...Sorry."

Zhong Ziqi didn't seem to care. When he smiled, there were cute dimples on his face: "I'm still in the trial period. When I made black tea just now, I added a little more coconut and pearl beans to the guests."

Boya finally shifted his attention to the cup of black tea in front of him whose form was greater than its content, and the moment he saw the quantity of its contents, he almost lost control of his expression—if any lovelorn girl wants to use it to splash ruthless For the ex-boyfriend, the physical attack received by the other party will definitely be more serious than the mental attack.

Zhong Ziqi is very good at communicating with others, although from Boya's point of view, the waiter's acquaintance is full of innocence that has never experienced social whipping, especially that of a vicious boss like King Nicole.

"I like guqin very much, and I hope that one day, everyone can hear my qin."

Unknowingly, the topic turned to the area where Boya has the deepest obsession, but now he is unwilling to mention it to others easily.

"You will surely realize your dream." Zhong Ziqi said earnestly a somewhat clichéd blessing, looking at Boya with shining eyes, "I really hope that one day, I can hear you playing the piano with my own ears."

"Have the opportunity……"

Perhaps it was because the air-conditioning in the store was cooler than that in the company, or maybe it was because the black tea was full of sincerity exuding sweet aroma, Boya withdrew his perfunctory promise and nodded in agreement:

"it is good."

Action.3

Being an entertainer is a job that is infinitely close to that of a freelancer—at any time and any place, the person concerned may be suddenly called by a phone call, and then be packaged and delivered to a certain area, and be thrown into the next round of excitement without any buffer in the midst of work.

Boya looked at his makeup in the mirror, which was both post-modern magicism, surreal impressionism and retro British style, and felt that every teacher Tony was a Picasso with broken wings in the art world.

This is a music-related job that Nicole Wang found for him.

Boya didn’t understand King Nicole’s aesthetics, but at least he believed in his honest attitude towards work—this point of view lasted until the seventh hour of recording the MV. In the lyrics that people want to pay tribute to the cultural literacy of the lyricist, they are completely defeated.

Another young artist was chatting with Boya full of regret: "What a pity, we can only sing one sentence each."

It was difficult for Boya to agree with this point of view.

The executive director may be an environmental enthusiast. He is waving his arms up and down, trying to make every penny wasted on the scene worthy of the price of garbage recycling: "When singing, you have to put your emotions into it, understand, you have to put your emotions into it!"

The chaotic melody is like a pot of thick soup with all the seasonings in the world. Boya suspects that it is not created by any composer, but a random result generated by a computer. Compared with music, it is closer to noise.

The new MV did not cause any splashes. In the information age, there are too many things to complain about on the Internet. Even if it is bad, it will not attract the attention of others. But what is more sad than shooting this kind of MV is that Boya is not even qualified to own it. No, I can only brush a faint sense of presence in the forwarding.

There is nothing worth browsing on Boya's Weibo. He understands very well that those two-digit messages have nothing to do with his popularity, but are just a casual gift for the company's navy to perform normal business. Most of the time, He would just glance over casually——

"Working every day to save tuition: three minutes and eight seconds, I heard the voice of the mountain."

"..."

As if the most secret corner of his heart was suddenly exposed in front of others, Boya thought in a trance that when he was filming the MV, for a moment, he really recalled standing on the top of Mount Tai and shouting out his own words to the sunrise. dream moment.