Why can't the lead singer control himself

"I'm going to make a phone call," Zheng Hao said to the overwhelmed people in the rehearsal room, and then asked the photographer who stayed with them for two whole nights: "Take a break too, brother, don't shoot me."

Regardless of whether he agrees or not, Zheng Hao definitely won't let him be photographed, so he went to the corridor entrance in no time.

Make a video call to Wan Jingjing.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked.

It was already past 5 o'clock in the morning. Three minutes ago, they were struggling with a variation in the rehearsal room. The phone lit up. When they clicked on it, it turned out to be an invitation for a video call from Wan Jingjing.

So Zheng Hao interrupted the quarrel without saying a word.

"Waiting to show you the sunrise, isn't this your regret?" From the dark end of the screen, Wan Jingjing's low voice came, with the unique hoarseness of the morning, all of a sudden Zheng Hao's anxiety Iron flat.

He smiled with dark circles under his eyes, and asked the opposite: "Then how do you know that I'm not asleep, or just wake me up regardless of whether I'm asleep or not."

Wan Jingjing turned the camera around and took a picture of the light blue sea level. The voice came from the back of the camera: "Three days of creation period, tomorrow is the performance, right? How can you not be an eagle."

"Oh, no, it's killing me, and I never imagined how it would be so difficult to mix punk and flowrap."

Zheng Hao looked at the sea view on his mobile phone, and sat on the window sill in the corridor. At this moment, the suburbs of Beijing were also shimmering in the dark night. He couldn't help complaining to Wan Jingjing:

"This is still a propositional composition. The theme is "cheap". Human rappers are different. As soon as they hear this, they open their mouths-cheap salted fish is worthless, and I don't care about cheap background..."

Zheng Hao imitated the salted fish and rapped a few words with style, and Wan Jingjing's phone was shaking with a smile.

"It's not good, the rhythm is there," he said.

"But it's a bit different from our style, right?" Zheng Hao retorted, "We were all stupid at the time, how do I have to write this word to match him, and Gu Yao didn't listen to anything. I don't understand, but I still praise him for being great.

It's too difficult, and it's good to listen to alone, but now I'm getting more and more lost, a little tired, and deviated from what I want. "

Wan Jingjing listened to him quietly, neither agreeing nor interrupting.

The phone was still taking photos of the sunrise, and a gleam of orange light gradually appeared on the sea. He still said at the time: "Isn't this what you want to challenge? It would be nice to have more collisions. Don't be stressed, just treat it like you were in the past." Playing on the street, the more free you are, the more inspired you will be."

Just now in the rehearsal room, several people were tense, and they were arguing, and their spirits were highly concentrated.

At this moment, Zheng Hao and Wan Jingjing chatted a few words, the irritability faded away, and the sleepiness swept over.

He was a little dizzy, and he dragged his voice when he spoke:

"Oh yes, it's not like everyone wants to do well, it's just this one time."

"What? Is there something wrong with you?" Wan Jingjing was so clear-headed that he caught what he blurted out.

"Ham, it's nothing, I'll tell you later," Zheng Hao responded casually.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of worrying.

Perhaps subconsciously, I feel that I am a bit ugly in this state.

He still didn't tell Wan Jingjing about the elimination, and he didn't want to mention it for the time being.

Fortunately, Wan Jingjing didn't ask too much. In fact, if he wanted to find out, he could ask Maggie or Lin Zhangzhang or anyone in the band. But Zheng Hao didn't want to talk about it at the moment, so talking more would only increase the pressure.

The two looked at each other's sunrise in silence for a while, and when the red light had covered most of the sea and sky, Zheng Hao felt that the delay was a bit long, and it was time to go back and continue to endure, and finally said: "Turn the camera over, I think look at you".

Wan Jingjing turned around according to his words, revealing himself and the tent next to him. The morning glow coated him with a layer of orange, and his whole body was enveloped in a gentle and vigorous spirit.

His tone was also gentle: "Go ahead, sing what you want, don't think too much."

"Hey", after Zheng Hao heard this sentence, he left in a hurry, and asked him: "You used to scold me for not thinking about anything, why do you always persuade me not to care so much now?"

"Hmm...maybe it's different now." Wan Jingjing said

"What's the difference?" Zheng Hao asked, meaning that the two of them have been together for so many years, no matter how their relationship changes, whether they were ambiguous in the past or are now formally together, it should not have any impact on music and self issues Bar.

Wan Jingjing looked at the phone, as if thinking about how to express it.

"I used to always want you to mature and take care of yourself.

Now, maybe it feels good to complement each other. "

He said that a few words shook Zheng Hao's military spirit:

"It's lucky to be able to maintain myself all the time. When I'm alone, I can't help it. I have to compromise.

But when the two of us are together, there is no need to consume talents at the same time. "

"Fuck! Fuck them."

Zheng Hao hung up the phone, and returned to the rehearsal room as if he had been beaten, and opened the door with this sentence.

Fortunately, the cameraman has already withdrawn, otherwise Xiaojie would have to communicate with the director team to delete it.

The salted fish just squatted on the table for a while, and these days it was almost dried up into salted fish. Hearing this movement, he was excited, and his voice rang out with a "wow".

Zheng Hao is always the villain who complains first: "What's the name of the ghost? Did you stab your prostate?"

The person being scolded didn't react, Chen Xiyue couldn't listen anymore: "Why are you so gay when you scold someone?"

"I'm sorry, I blurted it out," Zheng Hao said shamelessly.

He anxiously expressed his thoughts: "But I just figured it out a little bit. Let's not worry about this deep conception. This state can't be worked out anyway. It's better to sing what you want to sing."

He repeated Wan Jingjing's original words: "The more free you are, the more inspired you are."

"What do you mean?" Li Minghui asked listlessly.

"It means to fuck it," Zheng Hao said, "we just sing about our current mood, cheap, what is cheap? This stupid show plays us like this, just to make music cheap, we just sing about this intention, Eliminate them however they want."

"Please keep your voice down," Chen Xiyue advised.

Zheng Hao was in high spirits, so he ignored this, and just glanced at the four people.

Ask: "How is it? Do you want to do it?"

Li Minghui has always been Zheng Hao's loyal supporter: "No problem, once the lyrics are changed, the energy will be there."

Gu Yao took a while to digest the Chinese, and then excitedly said: "Cool, this is PunkRock!"

Xianyu was holding the phone, and just now he kept his head down and fiddled with it without saying a word.

Zheng Hao respected the only outsider, and asked specially: "Salted fish is fine, what do you think?"

It was only at this moment that the other party opened his mouth and stretched out his mobile phone: "Look at the battery, I just wrote the lyrics, see how this goes with our beat, I'll sing it for you to try..."

"Hold on hold on", Zheng Hao interrupted him in a rapper way unconsciously: "Let's talk later".

He looked at Chen Xiyue: "Hua Shan, what do you think?"

Chen Xiyue pushed his glasses: "Okay, let's sing, I've had enough."

Both Zheng Hao and Li Minghui nodded tacitly. They knew Chen Xiyue well, and they knew that this meant they were very supportive.

A few people got rid of their tiredness, and began to reform in full swing.

Only Xianyu was a little worried, and leaned over to ask Chen Xiyue alone: ​​"Brother Huashan, if you don't want to say it, don't let something happen, you can settle the score later."

Chen Xiyue looked at him in surprise, thinking that he was so insidious in other people's hearts.

But he didn't care what a little kid thought, so he said even more irrelevantly: "It's okay, it's a big deal for you, and they are blocked. I didn't show my face, and I can go back to work."

Xianyu immediately opened his mouth as if he had eaten a cymbal, unable to speak.

Chen Xiyue smirked, and patted him on the shoulder like a big-tailed wolf: "Worry about yourself, brother."

It was dawn soon outside the window, but the spirits of the few people who hadn't slept all night were extremely hale and hearty.

With the attitude of letting go and letting him go, both the band and Xianyu have reached a high degree of agreement on the theme of the song, and several minor problems in the arrangement have also been easily resolved.

They negotiated not to disclose the lyrics of the finished product to the director for the time being, and not to let others know, so they wanted to catch everyone by surprise.

When other bands and staff members gathered, they simply stopped rehearsing and rested to recharge their batteries.

It's a good song, everyone is satisfied with the writing, but it's like a thief.

However, Zheng Hao felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart, as if he had returned to the mood he had when he finally got on stage.

Looking forward to seeing the audience's reaction, the judges' reaction, even those who are a bit malicious and vindictive, I want to see the director's reaction, but I don't have to look forward and backward.

He couldn't sit still and didn't want to rest, so he had to run to "Scream" in a hurry, but no one was there. He asked the makeup artist in the room and found out that the band had just gone out to shoot a pre-production video.

When the program is broadcast, there will be a lot of interview screens, some of which are performance reflections, and some are preparation experience and so on.They all record a section before the performance, and record a section after the performance.

Zheng Hao flinched, and forgot to bring his mobile phone, so he turned his head and strolled back.

The Encounter Road is narrow, and I ran into Li Dafu head-on, who seemed to be with the band and had just returned from the interview room.

Now that Zheng Hao has returned home with the beauty in his arms, seeing his former rival in love, his head no longer hurts and his heart is no longer annoyed, and he said hello in high spirits:

"Yo, where are you?"

The other people who were "contradictory" nodded to Zheng Hao, but Li Dafu didn't even want to be demeanor, as if he had never heard of it.

Zheng Hao completely forgot what Wan Jingjing said, so he wanted to provoke him: "Why is Dave not looking well, is it because he has worked too hard these days?"

The other members of the band were not surprised by the grievances between the two of them, so they skipped them and went back. Li Dafu was left staring at Zheng Hao who was not pumping, wanting to scold him or not.

"Hey, you are a real person. I was not angry with you when you insisted on one-on-one with me on the stage. Why can't you make it through? I couldn't be angry. I sang a song for him and made everyone clap Hello, did you steal your limelight?" Zheng Hao asked hypocritically knowingly.

"I didn't," Li Dafu said coldly, "Whatever you want, I just wanted to sing my own."

"Okay, okay," Zheng Hao pretended not to argue with him, "To be honest, your song is pretty good, but music and people can't be confused. In terms of music, it's no fun for us to compete, but people..."

He paused, but still couldn't control his vanity, and shook his bangs: "I have already given my heart, so don't worry about it. Let's not talk about peaceful coexistence in the future, at least don't provoke each other, okay?"

Li Dafu looked at him, there didn't seem to be much surprise in his eyes, nor was there any jealousy or anger, but a kind of "so it was" understanding.

Zheng Hao didn't see the effect he wanted, and was somewhat disappointed, but the words were clear, and it was a bit boring to touch Ci'er again: "Go ahead, that's it, I'm waiting for your performance."

After speaking, he planned to bypass the other party and leave.

"Battery, let's talk," Li Dafu stopped him.

"What else is there to talk about?" Zheng Hao asked, but still followed him to the remote corridor entrance, with a look of "You still want to open some grass where there is no grass in the end of the world".

"When did you two get together, does anyone else know?" Li Dafu asked.

"Well, it has nothing to do with you, don't worry about these useless things, people have to look forward, you both happened four years ago..." Zheng Hao didn't answer, but comforted him first.

Li Dafu couldn't stand it, and pointed it out directly: "Just now we were recording and preparing for the interview. I think it's a bit strange. The topics of interviews with reporters always lead to things about the former band and teammates, and even talked about my plagiarism."

Zheng Hao stopped, and finally showed a little displeasure: "Isn't this all arranged by you? You don't want to use this to whitewash, just right."

Li Dafu was taken aback by the question: "I didn't arrange it, my explanation has already been said in the camera, and even if I arrange it, I won't say Jing's name."

This time it was Zheng Hao who was stunned: "What do you mean? Who mentioned him?"

"I hope it's because I'm overthinking, but their questions always revolve around the ex-teammate, the guitarist, that is, Jing, and they also ask about the relationship, asking if the personal grudge between me and you is a love rival..." Li Dafu gritted his teeth , it seems a bit ashamed to say this word, or to be compared with Zheng Hao.

He paused, and then said: "I just felt wrong just now, but seeing you being so high-profile, I'm a little worried."

"You mean, the program team asked these questions on purpose, and they might use it to hype it up later?" Zheng Hao understood.

Li Dafu was noncommittal, and only said: "In short, Jing never wanted to expose himself, if he was dug out about the StableSort band, and... the relationship between the two of you, it may hurt him a lot, I hope you restrain yourself. "

Zheng Hao thought to himself that you don't know anything at all, his heart disease is so simple.

But I'm not in the mood to argue with him anymore, I just nodded with a serious look on my face: "Okay, I understand."

"Thank you," Zheng Hao added.

Li Dafu was about to leave, but he stopped when he heard this sentence, glanced sideways at Zheng Hao, raised his neck and said: "It's not your turn to say these things, the debt between me and him has nothing to do with you."

Zheng Hao's soft heart just now was disturbed again, and he snorted after hearing this: "I don't want to be polite to you either, it was our old Wan who told me to treat you better and pay him back."