Root sound

seven years ago.

When Xie Xian first met Yin Zhezhi, the other party was still a pretty boy who didn't like to talk.

That summer vacation, he was bored at the front desk of the record company playing with his mobile phone. The weather was sultry and the cicadas were singing loudly.

After a long vacation, he was going to soak in the rehearsal room that had just been pasted with sound-absorbing cotton, but his parents greeted him and brought him here to experience life.

He searched for playing videos of several top guitarists and couldn't wait to give it a try, but there were two hours and 45 minutes left before the end of get off work.

Hot, annoying, boring, wasted time.

Buzz, his buddy sent him a photo that had been retouched at least five times.

Untie the strings slowly and open wide, the Omega on the screen has thin skin and tender flesh, looks timid, and is the type that can easily arouse Alpha's desire for protection.

But these Alphas don't include Untangling himself.

He frowned, took out his earphones and plugged it in, and his good brother said meanly in the voice: "The little Omega threw himself into your arms again, and this time it still doesn't feel like it?"

Xie Xian didn't understand the other party's obsession with matchmaking.

He has liked the strong since he was a child, whether it is the naturally weak Omega or the non-existent Beta, none of them can fall into his eyes.

Before the secondary sexual characteristics matured, he still longed for a sparking AA relationship, but unfortunately, this wish died when he first smelled other Alphas.

According to the words of the brothers, to untie the string is to waste everything.

He pursed his lips tightly, and clicked a sentence: No, I'm allergic to Omega.

He quit the chat software and clicked on the singing app.

Recently, Jiexian found a treasure in the app.

A faceless newcomer releases two songs in a row, without marketing, and instantly rushes to the top of the rankings with his personal strength, and his voice is quite young.

The voice of the mysterious character has the unique etherealness of a teenager, the bass is mellow, and the treble is solid, and these moving notes are still his original creation.

Maybe the hardware equipment is insufficient, the songs recorded by newcomers will inevitably have noise, and the electronically synthesized sound effects are not tense enough.

Even so, the song is still moving.

The unstringing single looped for a whole week, and he couldn't help but feel itchy. He really wanted to bring this person into the company, and told him overbearingly to use the recording studio at will, you only need to record the song well.

The crown prince is usually like an ostrich walking with his head held high, so it is inevitable that he will be whispered behind his back. This is the first time he has given birth to the heart of bole.

Bole played a song he couldn't get tired of listening to, and began to open the private message for the one hundred and first time.

String: You can sing very well, but the recording equipment is too bad.Jieyu records are opened by my family, and I can lend you the hardcover recording studio for free.

String: If you receive a message, give me a contact information.

This time, "unread" has become "read", but the dialog box still only has two solitary inquiries.

Staring at the small gray characters, Xie Xian tasted the kindness of being a donkey's liver and lungs.

The prince always cherishes talents, but most people don't deserve the word "talent" in his eyes. This time he finally met, but the other party just sneered at him.

He took a deep breath and cut off the original song that had been circulating for a whole week. Before he could take off his earphones, he heard a cold voice from above his head: "Hello, who should I contact for the demo?"

The voice is so recognizable, it is exactly the same as the singing voice that was just closed after unwinding.

The faint scent of mint wafted into his nostrils, his bones were crisp, and his heart beat like a drum when he raised his head.

The young man has jet-black hair, with fluffy hair and slightly curly tail, which contrasts with his fair and delicate appearance. It seems that he is not used to Alpha's hot eyes.

A very romantic guess formed in his mind, Jiexian quickly clicked on the singing app, and found an account from the special attention.

He stretched out his arms, brought the screen close to the young boy's eyes and asked jokingly, "Peppermint?"

The boy's slightly cold eyes turned cramped in an instant, he let out an "ah", and watched the narrowness of the other's eyes vigilantly.

The toe of the shoe involuntarily rubbed against the floor, and the young man was clutching the demo, his knuckles turning white, like a rabbit desperately trying to escape.

Untying the string was like a hunter slowly tightening the trapping rope. He opened the dialog box that he could not read back, and shook it in front of the boy a few times: "You didn't give me the contact information, so you wanted to take the initiative to find him?"

The boy's pupils were slightly open, full of surprise, and his half-step back stopped abruptly. He explained with some confidence: "Sorry...I...I thought it was a liar..."

The reddish roots of the ears well soothed Alpha's resentment.

After untying the strings, he leaned on the back of the chair and shook it a few times, and said with a smirk: "It's late, Omega. You don't know who you accidentally offended."

The young man's face turned red and white, and the corners of his lips were tensed, hesitant to speak, Jie Xian smelled his unstable mint-flavored pheromone.

Before the boy turned around and left, Jie Xian poked his head at the screen and said with a low smile, "But I'm a generous person. If you give me your contact information, I'll forgive you."

While waiting for Omega's response, he sent a message to his good brother with his fingers flying: I take back what I just said.

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Untie the strings and pull away from the memory.

The Yin Zhezhi in front of him has not changed much from the 17-year-old. The years have not been able to carve into Omega's perfect face, but have honed that slender body and bones to become more resilient.

His dark eyes gradually softened.

Except for the composer Yin Zhezhi who seldom touches the guitar, the scores he can memorize are only a few introductory songs.

He was not interested in putting the electric guitar on the piano stand, but when he untie the strings, he circled behind him, startling him.

Jie Xian's calloused left hand was attached to the back of the opponent's hand, and he grabbed the opponent's left hand and pressed a large horizontal press.

His chin rested on Yin Zhezhi's shoulder, and his fiery breath sprayed towards the earlobe of Yin Zhezhi. He coaxed: "F major seventh chord, yes, C chord, F major seventh chord, G chord..."

Yin Zhezhi's fingers were stiff, and he was gently pulled to the right level by untwisting the strings. Alpha was too close. Even if he deliberately restrained the pheromone, the inadvertently released strawberry flavor was enough for Omega to find his way.

Yin Zhezhi was in a daze, the opponent's palm was so warm that his fingertips that were pressing on the strings felt a little itchy.

Untie the strings with his right hand to pluck the strings for him, and the familiar melody pours out from the piano box.

This is Yin Zhezhi's famous work at the age of 17.

It's been so long that he can't remember the guitar score that he picked up for him back then, but he didn't expect that the other party could play it so skillfully.

Yin Zhezhi was hugged in the arms of his old lover, and when he sang this song baptized by the torrent of time, his eyes gradually became moist.

Music is the most widely spread memory carrier.

When a song flies out of the creator's skylight, it is no longer the story of the creator himself. Everyone related to the song will integrate different scenes into the notes.

When the time is right, people will be able to dig out the mottled memories through the songs of their youth, for them to chew on the past when they grow up.

Tears silently dripped down on the side of the guitar, and the precious guitar that Jiexian wished to hide in the sterile room was stained with the salty tears of the person in his arms.

Xie Xian continued to induce Yin Zhezhi to finish playing the song as if he didn't see it. His trembling chest was pressed against Yin Zhezhi's back, and the boundless warmth spread to his skin through his clothes.

Yin Zhezhi seems to have returned to the days when he was learning the guitar for the first time, and was forced to practice chords by the other party.

At that time, Yin Zhezhi frowned and said sullenly: "It hurts."

At that time, Jie Xian lightly grasped Yin Zhezhi's left hand, kissed Yin Zhezhi's round fingernails, and coaxed: "Hey, it will be fine when the cocoon is born."

It's good to have a cocoon.

In the future, when Yin Zhezhi's heart became cocooned, he remembered to call the other party a "liar".

Sometimes, calluses still hurt.

Because the memories are too beautiful and unforgettable, so I dare not look back.

"December is coming soon! The deadline for applications for the Golden Melody Awards is early January next year. I'm afraid it will be too late to wait for the new album."

Sister Pei tapped her knuckles on the table, and said distressedly: "Xiao Yin joined the orchestra at the end of last year and released the songs, which are not included in this year's review."

"Didn't the lead singer just finish writing songs for a few heavenly kings? The responses to those songs are good, and the chances of winning the award should be quite high." Jiang Gu suggested.

"No," Cheng Bei shook his head and said, "Those are commercial songs written by Xiao Yin in cooperation with the other company, right? It doesn't meet the taste of the Golden Melody Award judges."

"Tsk, in short, I advise you to be careful in choosing songs, netizens are waiting to watch the show." Dongji, who was playing on his phone in silence, interrupted suddenly.

"Will it be full-fledged or bald? Let's talk about Yin Zhezhi's last stand for the Golden Melody Awards... Fuck, awesome." He smiled while reading the title of the post, "I think they deserve the Golden Melody Awards."

He was in a hurry to untie the strings more than anyone else, he didn't bother to pay attention to Jiji, and interrupted: "Those few songs are indeed not hard enough, the lead singer didn't think of participating in it at the time, did he?"

Yin Zhezhi nodded helplessly.

"If it weren't for the netizens looking for trouble, I would have waited for the new album to come out next year, and let the company nominate the best orchestra, the best Mandarin album, and the best lyricist." Sister Pei rubbed her brows and sighed. You can only drive ducks to the shelves. Regardless of whether you win an award or not, you can’t even have no nominations, so how can you allow people who create public opinion to talk nonsense?"

Untwisting is a bit irritating.

He took out a cigarette and twisted it in his hand. Yin Zhezhi thought that there was a lady in the meeting room, so he quickly glanced at the leader.

Jie Xian had no choice but to rub the cigarette butt in a daze, but did not light it.

The person involved, Yin Zhezhi, did not show any anxiety. He pondered for a moment, and stars of confidence rose from his eyes.

Before the next round of turmoil broke out, he said loudly: "There is still one month left before the deadline, I just need to write another song."

"Yo! A young expert at dragging manuscripts can still say such things!" Donji exclaimed, "It's amazing and has backbone."

Donji wanted to praise from the bottom of his heart. After getting along for a long time, you can still hear whether the members of the group speak with good intentions.

It's just that he doesn't know how he learns to speak, he can conjure up indescribable choking energy with any words that come out of his mouth.

Jiexian took two deep breaths, and stopped the urge to stuff the cigarette butt into the opponent's mouth.

As the head of the orchestra and the prince of the record company, he declared the result of the meeting arbitrarily: "Okay, let's do it like this."

"Then I'd like to trouble Miss Pei to stop contacting you recently. The three of you should be careful when you post on Weibo, and don't get caught by the media." He buried his head and stuffed the cigarette back into the case.

Donji couldn't help but yawned: "We are usually very quiet, and it is you, the leader, who should pay attention to our words and deeds."

"I've been more disciplined than anyone else lately...forget it." Jie Xian miraculously didn't get annoyed, and he stood up on the table, "I have to be busy finding inspiration for our lead singer, it's not like you are busy all day, open a Will also surf the web."

He turned his head to greet Yin Zhezhi: "Go, go home and write songs."