distorted impression

The record company was in downtown Ningcheng, and the place where they met Jiang Chengyue was their company's office.

Consistent with the information found online, this record company is very large, and all procedures seem to be very formal.Jiang Chengyue was stopped by the security guard, and after explaining his purpose, the front desk asked him to wait in a room.

Half an hour after the appointed time, the person in charge he contacted was late.

"No surprise, I'm late." The other party's attitude was very good, "I'll take you to see the manager."

broker?

Jiang Chengyue was puzzled for a moment, he only wanted to collaborate on the album, why did he need to meet his manager?

He thought about it, and for safety reasons, he sent a message to Lu Xu and several friends in the band, explaining his itinerary.

Lu Xu, who was checking his urban clothing boutique, rang his phone and received a message from Jiang Chengyue.

[Bamboo shoots]: hello, I'm meeting the manager of a record company~[positioning]

Lu Xu was teaching others about the sales attitude of his store SA. When he saw this news, the corners of his mouth, which had been tense, slightly curved, and the words of lecture came to his lips, and he rarely forgot his words.

He knew that he had to report when he went out. As the landlord, he still had weight in Jiang Chengyue's heart.

"Go to work, it's not an example." Lu Xu said, "Every customer who enters the store must be treated politely."

SA narrowly escaped death, nodded frequently, put up a work badge and went to the door to wait for customers with a smile on his face.

The manager, surnamed Lin, was sitting at his desk, surrounded by a few people from the company. When he saw Jiang Chengyue entering, he raised his eyes, lowered them, then raised them again, his eyes resting on Jiang Chengyue's face. Moved: "Not bad."

"Hello." Jiang Chengyue said politely, "I'm the drummer of the Dream Plated Band, and I want to collaborate on an album. I contacted you before, and I explained the situation to you on WeChat."

"Meng Pai." Manager Lin surnamed Lin considered a few words, "So far, you have only performed that one performance."

"Yes, we have just been established." Jiang Chengyue said truthfully, "Actually, this is the first album we want to make."

He was a little apprehensive and uncertain, because there were still many imperfections in this song.

"Your name is...Jiang Chengyue?" The other party asked his name.

"Yes."

"17 years old?" Manager Lin turned the page, raised his head and asked, "A little younger."

"At the age of 17, Xu Sui is already an adult." Jiang Chengyue said.

"Can you dance?" the other party asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Chengyue was taken aback by his question, "Dancing?"

He only jumps twice at the end of a live, does that count?

"I won't." Jiang Chengyue said.

You don’t need to dance to record an album, do you?

"How about flexibility?" The other party asked again, "Try?"

"Very good..." Jiang Chengyue didn't know what to try, and stood there, dazed, a little at a loss.

From the moment he entered the room, the few people sitting next to the broker started whispering, as if they were discussing some product, and occasionally there were a few malicious laughs.

Jiang Chengyue felt uncomfortable, but for the sake of the album, he didn't say anything.

The people here all wear makeup on their faces, and their clothes are neatly arranged, which makes him look a bit out of date and rustic.

"That's right." The manager of the record company put down the pen he had been playing with, "I listened to your song, the lyrics are simple, the music has no memory, it can be said to be mediocre, and the album has no sales potential."

Jiang Chengyue put her right hand on her back, and pressed her palm with her fingertips.

Rock music and pop music are two concepts. Pop music played in the streets will desperately pursue memory points, but rock music is not.

He can accept being picky about the lyrics, but he can't accept that the other party compares their songs with bad street pop music.

If you can't cooperate, forget it.

Jiang Chengyue wanted to leave.

"But." The other party suddenly changed the subject again, "You and the lead singer are both good. The good time for the band's development has passed. Since you want to record an album, it means you want to do it well. Why don't you sign a company and package it well? The conditions are good, you are not afraid of not being able to find someone to support you, and the subsequent development will definitely be better than this band."

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

After arguing for a long time, he had prepared so many materials, but the other party wanted them to break up and work alone.

"I'm sorry, I just want to collaborate on a band album, and I don't have any plans to develop alone." Jiang Chengyue smiled, "Meng Pai plays rock, not pop music. I don't accept your denial. I will return the information to you." Me, I'm leaving."

Seeing that he was young, the other party wanted to be fooled, and wanted to sign him in as a money-making tool, and the conditions offered were considered good, but Jiang Chengyue didn't expect him to disagree.

"You can look it up yourself. Our company is not small. It is a flattery to find you. After you leave this door, it is impossible for a company of the same size to sign you in the future." Manager Lin said, "The band has long been out of date. The environment also determines that the band cannot develop. After more than ten years, there are very few surviving bands. will abandon you."

"Now is the era of fast food. People are willing to spend hours memorizing the melody of a pop song rather than five minutes listening to a rock."

"They don't listen to songs, they only look at the singers. They have good faces and traffic. People will buy it when they are filming or singing. Who cares about making music? We can't spend money to make an album that can't make money. Don't waste it. A pretty face."

Jiang Chengyue turned and left with the band information in hand.

He knew that what the manager surnamed Lin said was not unreasonable, too many bands died in the middle of chasing their dreams.

But he still wanted to hit the south wall.

Jiang Chengyue stood outside the building with a file bag in his hand, feeling a sense of melancholy with nowhere to go. The materials he had prepared for several days seemed to have all been turned into waste paper. The lingering, buzzing sound is somewhat annoying.

The scorching sun in midsummer gave him some headaches, so he found the nearest shopping mall near the urban area, wanting to use the free air conditioner for a while.

The level of this shopping mall ranks first in the province. It has seven floors and gathers all kinds of luxury and light luxury boutiques. The lower the floor, the higher the luxury level. Even many people from other places will come here by car to buy. thing.

But Jiang Chengyue didn't know this. Sitting on a stool on the first floor, he only felt that the perfume on the people around him was a bit pungent. Everyone would reveal their bags intentionally or unintentionally when walking.

He seems to be a little firefly flying out of the countryside. He obviously only wants to look at the stars, but strays into the steel forest of the city. He is a bit out of place.

The sound of high heels stepped on, Jiang Chengyue looked up and saw the name of the boutique opposite——

Nancy Deer

deer and nancy

Huh?

He suddenly realized that Lu Xu was actually an existence beyond his reach.

Aside from the old house and yard they lived together, Lu Xu and him are actually people from two worlds.

"Are you free? Didn't you say you were meeting some manager? They all came to my place?" Someone tapped his face lightly with two fingers, and a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Huh? Brother Lu?" Jiang Chengyue looked up, "Why are you here?"

"I've been here every Monday during this time." Lu Xu said, "We need to change the design of the store and change the style. The previous decorations are too ugly to see, so let them throw them all away."

Jiang Chengyue looked in the direction of the boutique, and she saw Lu Xu's design assistant Wang Xue. Wang Xue took advantage of Lu Xu's going out and was loafing, talking to her boyfriend at random, just in time to meet his gaze, and quickly pointed the way Looking at Xu's back, he made a silent gesture to him.

"What's the matter?" Lu Xu knew from his appearance that the album was not going well, "Little boy, do people think your singing is ugly?"

"That's not true." Jiang Chengyue told Lu Xu what happened just now, "He said that I don't know how to compliment... Bai has a pretty face."

"That's because he's stupid and short-sighted." Lu Xu said without thinking.

These words are familiar, and Lu Xu also said the same about Jiang Chengyue, but his face didn't hurt.

"Brother Lu." After all, Jiang Chengyue was unhappy because of the frustration of the album, "What would you do if someone ridiculed your carefully designed works?"

These words are also familiar, Lu Xu just asked Chen Andy a while ago.

But he couldn't answer this question, Jiang Chengyue was the only one who dared to mock him face to face.

Jiang Chengyue is currently living a good life, playing wildly on his aesthetic point every day.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Lu Xu said, "Your songs are not bad, and the live effect is so good, someone will appreciate it."

Compared with the torrential rain that came out of the poisonous milk on the day of the Dream Plating live, Lu Xu's mouth seemed to be opened today.

That night, just after Jiang Chengyue took a shower, he answered a call from an unfamiliar number.The other party claims to be the record producer of the Barometer company and hopes to cooperate with him on a band album.

When Jiang Chengyue was choosing a partner, he directly skipped this company.

Because Barometer can be regarded as the top record maker in the southern region, compared with Barometer, the scale and production of the company in the afternoon are not worth mentioning.

From the very beginning, Jiang Chengyue didn't think Barometer would take a fancy to their small band with only 2000 fans.

But now, the other party took the initiative to call him.

"To be honest, our company has focused on pop music in the past five years and produced many songs, but none of them can be called a timeless classic." The person in charge of the other party said, "After seeing the video of your performance, I'm surprised that there are still young people in China who are willing to play rock and roll, and can really sink their hearts into making music."

"I will provide you with a rehearsal venue and a recording space, and I hope we can make something different."

The other party asked for Jiang Chengyue's WeChat account, and without further ado, pushed a contract directly.

Jiang Chengyue stood on the spot with her mobile phone in her hand, disoriented by the pie that fell from the sky, and knocked her head on Lu Xu's body.

The discarded drawings that Lu Xu was holding were scattered all over the floor.

"Regdichnichtauf (don't get excited)!" Lu Xu snapped, "Go and pick it up."

Jiang Chengyue obediently knelt on the ground, bowing her head to pick up Lu Xu's paintings.

He bought Jiang Chengyue's summer pajamas several years ago. The clothes were a bit small, and the top was especially short. When he half-kneeled on the ground to help Lu Xu pick up the design draft, the clothes were rolled up a lot above the waist, revealing the youthful Thin loins and dimples above the caudal spine.

"Forget it, put it there." It took Lu Xu a long time to look away, and ordered, "I'll pick it up myself."

"I picked up half of it." Jiang Chengyue said, "Then here you are."

Most of these discarded sketches were sketched out with pencils when Lu Xu was inspired.Some are clothes, some are elements.

But Jiang Chengyue still saw something different.

For example, a little bird named nancy rests in the palm of a person.

And the old house where they lived, Lu Xu drew the glass swing in the yard, outlined the rain, and the blurred figure lying sideways on the swing.

Lu Xu grabbed Jiang Chengyue's hand and pulled him to stand up, while he knelt down to sort out the drawings.

Jiang Chengyue sat back at the table, checked the contract sent by Barometer Records, and discovered something new.

The person in charge of this company and Song Jun, the manager of Xingcai Livehouse, are brothers.

And Song Jun, Jiang Chengyue remembered, was Lu Xu's close friend.

"Brother Lu?" Jiang Chengyue turned to look for someone.

Lu Xu was picking up the sketches, but he didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "Huh?"

"Did you help me with the album?" Jiang Chengyue asked.

After the excitement passed, he knew very well that without Lu Xu's help, it would be impossible for a big company like Barometer to find a little-known drummer like him.

What's more, the conditions offered by the other party are exceptionally favorable.

Meng Zhe said that such a big company, if no one introduced them, they would never see a small band like them.

Lu Xu was willing to help him, and he was very grateful.

Lu Xu knew that he couldn't hide it, so he didn't intend to hide it: "It's not considered a help, I just sent a live recording and asked him if it was really ugly."

Lu Xu: "Everyone who engages in creation is the same. They don't really appreciate things, and they dismiss them. So he chose you to cooperate because of your talent. It has nothing to do with me. Everyone is essentially a businessman. , it is impossible to let yourself suffer."

Before Lu Xu could finish his sentence, Jiang Chengyue, who was rushing over from behind, hugged his neck. He froze, and the sketches he had just picked up scattered all over the floor again, and this time it seemed to be even more chaotic.

"Brother Lu, you are too kind." Jiang Chengyue gently rubbed his cheek against his ear, "Thank you, I will not let you down."

Jiang Chengyue had never been so close to him before, the soft hair gently scratched his ears a few times, through a thin layer of clothing, Lu Xu could feel Jiang Chengyue's body temperature on his back, It was warm, and it was clearly midsummer, but he had no intention of pushing people away.

Jiang Chengyue's hand rested on his cuff, and because of excitement, she pulled it a few times, creating a few small folds for him.

Jiang Chengyue hugged him too tightly. When he pushed the person away, Jiang Chengyue's cheek lightly brushed against the dandelion tattoo on his back. An unknown wildfire rolled towards the swaying dandelion, and the heat wave swept across, even the stars and the moon were eclipsed.

It seems that only the rain or nectar falling from the sky can completely extinguish the fire.

"Holding me so tightly, I can't bear to let go, does he like me a little bit?" Lu Xu thought to himself.

But what to do, he is a straight man and cannot have that worldly desire.

But if Jiang Chengyue really likes it... It seems that he can bend over.