Why can't the lead singer control himself

"No, why add so many effectors?"

"What's the point of you wanting to solo for a while here? Apart from showing off your skills."

"I don't think it helps emotionally..."

From Zheng Hao's insistence on singing Stable's song, to finally choosing a song, until now.

There are 9 members in two bands in the room, and they haven't gone through it all.

Zheng Hao sat on the equipment box with his guitar in his arms. He didn't think he was deliberately finding fault, but just contradicted these people. The messy arrangement really made him unbearable.

The accompanying director of their group is a young boy with purple hair dyed. He carefully persuaded him once, saying that this is just a trial filming, and the adapted version will not be broadcast. Effect.

But these people ignored him, they all understood the reason, but when it comes to the debate about music concept, no one is willing to give in, and they all think their own idea is better.

Those who are familiar with Zheng Hao know that he is like this when he is serious, he is not as glib as usual, and shoots unconditionally, but he is not targeting anyone.

But the other band didn't think so. After all, they just choked on a few words, and the faces of several people were not very good.

The inch-headed keyboard player finally couldn't help it, and said: "Why are you in a bad mood, you are not the original author."

Li Dafu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he begged him in his heart to stop lifting any pot. Seeing that Zheng Hao was about to utter wild words again, he quickly stopped him and said, "Don't make noise, Battery, let's go out for a cigarette?"

Li Dafu doesn't smoke, but there are not many people who play in the band who don't leave their hands with cigarettes and alcohol. To say that we want to smoke basically means that we have a private chat.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Hao doesn't smoke, it's not that he is too clean, he is just afraid of yellow teeth, and he is afraid of ruining his throat.

"No", she refused simply and neatly.

When the accompanying director heard this, he kind of wanted them to go, and filmed a section of "Arguing endlessly, two lead singers talk privately", so that they could see the real relationship between the two people, which is more interesting than the endless professional issues .

He also said, "Why don't you take a break and get some air?"

Zheng Hao thought that there was something interesting, but after checking the time, he got up and went to the balcony. He wanted to call Wan Jingjing.

But no one followed like a dog's plaster, followed by the photographer.

"Why are you so angry today?" Li Dafu asked, as if they knew each other very well.

Zheng Hao didn't want to talk to him, but the camera was on the side, he didn't want to appear too emotional, so he pretended to say: "No, I'm a bit of a horny guy when it comes to songwriting and rehearsal, so don't take it personally."

Unexpectedly, Li Dafu asked directly: "Because you don't think I wrote these songs?"

Zheng Hao was a little surprised. He raised his eyelids to confirm that the green light of the camera was still on. What was the trouble?

Li Dafu could see his doubts, but this doubts seemed like a kind of ridicule to him: "You think I'm afraid? So many people in the circle say that I plagiarized but I didn't know it? I didn't mention it because I didn't want others to Being involved, I stop you from telling others, do you think it's for me?"

"Not for yourself or for whom?"

Zheng Hao didn't believe it, could it be that Wan Jingjing held his song in both hands, please take it away, don't say he wrote it?

But I regretted it when I asked about it. No matter what happened in the past, it is certain that Wan Jingjing doesn't want to be mentioned by others. Zheng Hao didn't even tell Li Minghui and Chen Xiyue, but he casually brought up the topic in front of the camera.

Li Dafu also seemed to know the seriousness, he snorted, did not answer, just said: "Anyway, I did not plagiarize, I know what you say about me behind my back, but I have a clear conscience, I am here to prove my true level .”

Zheng Hao didn't care if he proved himself or not, he was just confused.

Li Dafu was further annoyed by his disbelief, he turned around and talked to the photographer, the other party turned off the machine and left, leaving only the two of them on the balcony.

Li Dafu: "What else have you heard? What did Wan Jingjing tell you about me? It's better to explain it in one breath."

"Wan Jingjing is not someone who talks about people behind their backs," Zheng Hao first declared for others, "I'm not interested in asking about you either."

Li Dafu snorted again: "I know if you don't tell me. Let me tell you, Wan Jingjing's withdrawal from the group was his own decision, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Is this how you fucking help people keep secrets?" Zheng Hao didn't ask why, but felt unhappy first.

"Others? To him now I am someone else, are you one of us?" Li Dafu himself was angry, "It was not my fault that he was injured in a car accident. I can only start over by myself when he quit the group. I have to bear the name of him for him, and I have to bear your eyes, I don't owe him..."

Zheng Hao didn't take into account what was said later, he interrupted and said, "Injured hand?"

"What? You don't know?" Li Dafu asked in astonishment, and then turned his anger into joy.

"It seems that he didn't tell you anything. Then I won't tell you. There's a lot going on here..."

Zheng Hao didn't want to ask him to tell him at first, he wanted to know, but he wanted Wan Jingjing to tell him with his own heart.

But the impact of this incident was too great.

In his cognition, other external factors only made him angry and wronged. Wan Jingjing was already high-spirited, so it was normal that he couldn't move forward, and it would be too late when he recovered.

But if the hand is injured and you have to say goodbye to the music, it will completely block this road, which in Zheng Hao's view is almost tantamount to despair.Not to mention Wan Jingjing, who is also a "music family" and a top student at the conservatory of music...

Whether Li Dafu plagiarized or not doesn't seem to be that important in front of this matter.

Zheng Hao turned his head and left, found the accompanying director and asked, "How long do we have to record?"

The young director was a little scared of him: "The daily material is almost done, and then we have to wait for you to discuss it. It's fine to shoot an ensemble."

In the past, Zheng Hao might really have left, but he is reforming himself recently, so he just nodded and said to a few people in the rehearsal room: "Let's just sing the original song without changing it? I'm in a hurry, I'm really sorry, I'll invite everyone to dinner later."

There was nothing wrong with his own band, and the few people who were in conflict couldn't bear to say no when they saw that he gave in first.

Li Dafu was enjoying himself, so he didn't make things difficult for him.

Zheng Hao wanted to make a quick decision, but he was not perfunctory. It took a while to rehearse and shoot. At the end, it was less than two hours before Wan Jingjing took off.

I don't know if it will be too late, Zheng Haoqin confiscated them all, took a taxi and ran to the studio, and called Wan Jingjing in the car, telling him to wait for me.

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam on the road, and when he ran into the terminal wheezing, there was still an hour before takeoff.

Zheng Hao was searching, and at the same time, he thought of the idol drama plots that he joked about in the past.

I didn't expect that one day I would also be staged.

There was a long queue at the security check, and Zheng Hao stretched his neck to look around because of his height, but he never saw another tall figure.I went back to the hall to look for it, and ran around in the rest area.

In fact, Wan Jingjing only thought that he was crazy on the phone just now, and he would definitely wait for him if he didn't agree. Now that he is about to board the plane, it is very likely that he has already entered.

Zheng Hao had no idea at all, but he didn't dare to stop at all.Until I saw the person I wanted to see, carrying a backpack and wearing loose sweatpants, I sat up from the massage chair and looked at him.

"You, you didn't leave?"

Look at what he was talking about, he was only in a hurry on the road, and Zheng Hao had no idea what to say when he saw him.

Wan Jingjing is used to him like this, so he still replied in a familiar tone: "Didn't you ask me to wait for you?"

"Hmm," Zheng Hao walked over and looked at him with a schoolbag in one hand and a bag of Daoxiangcun in the other.

I didn't know which hand was injured, so I took everything in his hand.

Looking up, still didn't mention the injury, just asked him: "Will you come back?"

Wan Jingjing smiled: "I must be coming back, Beijing is my home."

"When? Half a year? One year? Or three to five years?" Zheng Hao asked.

"What hypocrisy are you doing?" Wan Jingjing scolded him, but still replied: "I don't know, it depends on my dad's state, my own mood, or work or something."

Zheng Hao looked at him: "If you don't come back, I will visit you every once in a while."

"Don't talk about the future, go to the security check with me first, or I will miss the plane soon." Wan Jingjing walked forward slowly with empty hands.

Zheng Hao looked at his back and felt uncomfortable. Such a good person, with top-notch talent, education, and appearance, shouldn't be living worse than anyone else, but why did he leave empty-handed like this.

When he came back from abroad, when he left Stable, when he threw out all the manuscripts, was he also so free and easy?

I also thought that I was empty-handed and didn't grab anything.

A rush of hot blood came to his head, and he stopped him:

"Wan Jingjing", Zheng Hao changed everything into one hand, and ran over with the other hand to grab Wan Jingjing's right hand

"Why don't you leave."

Wan Jingjing didn't speak, but looked at him with a little searching eyes.

When Zheng Hao was nervous, his grasping hand was also a little bit hard, but he relaxed again when he remembered the injury.Looked at him and said: "You stay, I want to be with you, I, I used to, some things I took for granted, but now I don't think so, I will slowly change, I will understand you more...

is there time? "

Wan Jingjing looked down at his held right hand:

"Did Li Dafu tell you something?"

Before Zheng Hao could answer, he pulled out his hand and held it in front of the two of them.

Zheng Hao didn't realize before that when he raised his hand like this, his fingers would tremble slightly involuntarily.

Wan Jingjing withdrew his hand and said:

"But these are not excuses, who I am, what injuries I have suffered, what we have in the past, none of this should be an excuse.

I have been standing by your side for three years. I have always been like this. I have a bad temper and are difficult to serve.

This has been the case for the past three years, and it will continue to do so in the future.

I'm not playing hard to get, I said let you figure it out, have you figured it out? "