Why can't the lead singer control himself

Wan Jingjing's heart softened helplessly.

Holding the heating body on his body, he smoothed his hair, and coaxed him with a subwoofer: "How old are you, Brother Battery? Didn't I come here to find you?"

Zheng Hao's voice was hoarse with grievance: "I never doubted you."

"I know", Wan Jingjing laughed, he wanted to scare him and make him remember.

But not for this matter.

Guessing that this burning head couldn't figure out why, Wan Jingjing could only coax him: "What makes me angry is that you don't tell me what happened to you, what do you think of me? Huh?"

Zheng Hao's rhetoric was a bit down, and he didn't say anything.

Wan Jingjing's rhetoric was the same. He was ready to ask questions, but now that everyone is like this, he can only speak in a soft tone, which seems to be flirting:

"You said you want to owe each other, but when it comes to things, you still have to carry them yourself?"

Zheng Hao leaned softly on the person, and said inconsequentially: "No, you are not my manager anymore, I used to intentionally annoy you, but now I don't want to, I want you to treat your illness steadily, and I can be a good boyfriend. "

Heh, and even cheated out some new information, Wan Jingjing asked, "Did it do it on purpose before?"

"Well", Zheng Hao couldn't turn his head around, so he answered what he had: "I owe you a panic."

"You're quite self-aware." Wan Jingjing smiled, stroked his hair, and said solemnly:

"I don't need you to protect me like this, no matter what happens, as long as you can face it with me.

Also, don't keep making me guess about you.

I am hard enough to guess myself, so I am changing, and I will tell you directly if I have anything to say, I just don’t want to be the same as before, do you understand? "

Zheng Hao made a hoarse "hmm" for a while, relying on his illness, he confidently reprimanded the other party first: "Then you played around with me again last night and ignored me."

Wan Jingjing separated a little distance from him, and said frankly: "What kind of virtue do you not know? I won't scare you, you will never take it to heart all your life."

Zheng Hao died of grievance: "I didn't, am I not caring enough about our affairs?"

"Okay, okay," Wan Jingjing didn't care about him, and pushed his messy head back to his shoulder, "It's because I made a mistake again, shall I continue to change careers in the future?"

"Okay," Zheng Hao reluctantly forgave him, and stuffed his face into his neck.

His lips were chapped and pale, and he happened to touch Wan Jingjing's neck while he was speaking. Maybe he was still a little angry, so he opened his mouth and bit it down.

"Hiss", Wan Jingjing's good temper couldn't last 3 minutes in front of Zheng Hao, so he raised his hand and patted the back of his head lightly: "Don't push your nose on your face, just lie down on the bed when you're almost done, you have a fever."

After venting his anger and being scolded, Zheng Hao became sane.

Family status also returned to normal.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't pretend to be weak, and he slowly climbed into bed and lay down.

Wan Jingjing was speechless for a moment, resigned to his fate, went to the kitchen to boil hot water, and then rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find antipyretics.

Of course, I couldn't find these things at Zheng Hao's house, so in the end I had to take out the medicine and order food by the way.

Passing by the sofa area, he couldn't bear to look at the mess all over the floor, so he lowered his head and cleaned it up again.

Wipe the guitar clean and put it in the box, and stack up the scattered scores one by one.

The above is the new song written by Zheng Hao last night.

Zheng Hao writes very quickly, and his pen can't keep up with his brain, so his first drafts are all ghostly drawn characters, the kind that outsiders will probably throw away as waste paper.

Wan Jingjing used to pretend to be a novice, and with psychological problems, he always stayed away from these things, out of sight and out of mind.

Now the situation is a bit better, he picked it up and looked at it a few times, and found that he could even distinguish those smudges.

Not only can he understand, but his 20-year musical literacy is like instinct. He has already followed the score in his mind and played these melodies automatically, which is completely uncontrollable.

Looking at it from Zheng Hao's point of view, he could see Wan Jingjing holding a stack of papers, his fingers tapping rhythm unconsciously.

There was a burst of sourness in my heart for no reason, but then I thought again, this is a good thing.

Zheng Hao opened his mouth, but the first sound didn't come out, and the second sound came out: "Please copy it for me, I'm bored."

Wan Jingjing turned to look at him, with hesitation in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Zheng Hao felt uneasy, whether he was a little too anxious.

The doorbell rang, it was takeaway, Wan Jingjing took out porridge and soup and put them on the bed table, Zheng Hao was still waiting for his answer.

"You eat your meal first," Wan Jingjing said.

Then he turned and walked out, turned around and brought a pen and paper, spread out a place by the bed, and sat on the ground by himself.

Looking up at Zheng Hao who was lying down: "Do you also copy the lyrics?"

Zheng Hao nodded quickly, and said in a hurry: "Yes, but the lyrics are alone, and I have to change them."

He took out his mobile phone and said, "There are still a few demos I recorded, you can check them out as well."

Wan Jingjing rolled his eyes at him, lowered his head and wrote while writing, "Do you know that I can earn money by turning over sheet music since I was in elementary school?"

Zheng Hao secretly smiled, and readily transferred 520 yuan:

"Behave well, I have plenty of money."

The time went from early morning to morning, the uproar all night, and it was time to wake up with the recovery of the city.

In the room, the two people who were at the center of the conversation did not hear anything outside the window. One was lying on the bed, and the other was sitting on the ground beside the bed.

Tacitly use music to isolate this space, as if everything has nothing to do with them.

The 520 yuan was also a big deal for Zheng Hao. Wan Jingjing not only copied, but also asked him a few questions. His perception and reaction speed to the music score is amazing, and he can see what is not going well at a glance.

Zheng Hao's writing skills are particularly poor for this kind of wild way. Watching Wan Jingjing's fingers flying down, he quickly wrote pages of music scores completely and beautifully.He seemed to feel a little bit of Li Dafu's admiration and unwillingness back then.

But after thinking about it, I was a little proud - such a good person, but my boyfriend.

Seemingly unintentionally, Zheng Hao flipped through the finished sheet music: "You said, can handwriting be identified even by writing sheet music?"

Of course Wan Jingjing understood what he was talking about, and said directly: "It's useless, I threw away all the music scores, I guess Li Dafu won't keep them either."

"Why? Shouldn't he have been holding it as a souvenir?" Zheng Hao took the antipyretics, and his brain began to creak and spin, and he was jealous.

Wan Jingjing raised his head: "Do you want to talk about this?"

Zheng Hao put on a show: "Can you?"

Wan Jingjing put down his pen and couldn't be distracted when making music. This is a rule since he was a child. He put away the score before opening his mouth:

"He and I have known each other since we were in college. I studied classical music, and he studied modern arrangement. There are very few Chinese students in RCM. We are in the same class, and we played together soon."

"What kind of game?" Zheng Hao asked quickly.

Wan Jingjing glanced at him: "It's not your kind anyway."

Zheng Hao didn't dare to speak, Wan Jingjing went on to say: "Actually, I still don't understand whether he really likes me or is it out of some kind of competitiveness...

Anyway, when we first met, he and I were separated by a field, and we didn’t have much in-depth conversations about professional matters. It was also a normal friendship. He took me to the show and gave me science. It was only because of his influence that I became interested in rock music. interest.

Then I started going to rehearsals with him and playing guitar by myself.

Later, he formed a band. For some reason, he insisted on letting me, a half-way monk, play with him.

But at that time, I just wanted to give it a try, and I didn't want to be a serious band, so I refused. "

"And then, you came to see my performance, and you were inspired to rock and roll?" Zheng Hao said narcissistically.

The corners of Wan Jingjing's mouth froze: "You can also understand it this way, anyway, I did have some brain problems because of that sudden blow, and when I went back that winter vacation, I started to make a band with him.

Then... At that time, I also had problems. I was so proud that I couldn't see others. I had the final say on all the songs, and I also asked the band to cooperate with me. I always avoided performing and showing my face.

With Li Dafu's character, asking him to make these concessions is already very accommodating to me.

I shouldn't have done that to him, and our relationship couldn't end later.

The more he wants to prove himself, the more he has to come up with something different from my style, and then keep arguing and belittling each other.

Even in that situation he said he likes me out of the blue, which made the whole band feel weird.

Then, I had a car accident. "

Zheng Hao didn't want to ask about the details before and after the car accident, he just asked: "You gave him the manuscript? Does anyone else know? Where are the others in your band?"

Wan Jingjing shook his head: "Before I proposed to quit the group, the others had already dispersed. Everyone was doing it with the mentality of a campus band, and besides us, none of them were Chinese, so naturally we were separated."

"Yes, there is no evidence or witnesses," Zheng Hao lay back.

"That is, if you want to prove your innocence, the person involved can only say it personally?

Hehe, maybe, he was involved behind the scenes. I think the program crew wanted to clean up his crimes from the very beginning. "

Wan Jingjing shook his head again: "I don't think Li Dafu was involved."

"Hiss", Zheng Hao was unhappy, "You still trust him so much? He was the biggest beneficiary from the beginning to the end of this matter, and do you remember? Before the filming of the show started, he started to hype it during the trial recording Prove yourself and face the rumors, isn't it all made by their company?"

"It's because he has been trying his best to prove himself, insisting on singing his own composition on the show, that I believe he hasn't changed at all, he is still so arrogant and inferior.

It wasn't until the last time we quarreled that I didn't know that his long-standing knot was the fact that I asked him to sign the composition. "

—

Four years ago in London, the rehearsal room.

At that time, Li Dafu was young, and his emotional control was even worse. The other members left one after another, and even Wan Jingjing left on the back foot. He said indiscriminately: "Retire? just go?"

On the opposite side, Wan Jingjing's arm was still wrapped in plaster. He only told the public about the car accident. No one knew about his mother's death, and he didn't want to be treated as an object of sympathy. He never mentioned his possibly permanently damaged hand.

Just said: "Well, I'm injured and can't play the guitar, so I won't delay you."

"Delay me? What are you pretending to be Wan Jingjing?" Li Dafu only thought it was ironic, and said with a sneer

"The songs you wrote, the songs you arranged, and the mixing were all done by you, where did you delay?

"I don't want to quarrel with you." Wan Jingjing frowned, and raised his voice a little: "I'll give you all these manuscripts. I don't want them anymore. What else do you want?"

One sentence hit Li Dafu's sore spot, he laughed back angrily, and finally spoke the truth:

"What do you mean? I'm afraid that no one will write songs after you leave, right?

Do you think that I should thank you for being regarded as a genius because of what you wrote? "

Wan Jingjing was so irritable that he didn't have the patience and energy to appease other people's emotions.

Po Can Po Wai said: "I didn't mean that, these drafts are all for the new album, if you want it, get it, if you don't want it, throw it away, anyway, I'll give it to you."

"But whatever you want to understand, I just want to leave and don't want to play anymore. I won't play anymore."

"Damn", Li Dafu rarely cursed: "What do I want you for? Get out, I'm glad you're finally out. I don't have to feel guilty at all in the future. Even if a song isn't popular, I won't borrow it again." your light."

Wan Jingjing also sneered: "Okay, I was originally, it was counterproductive to everyone."

……

"Wait a minute", Zheng Hao was puzzled after listening.

"If Li Dafu has this backbone, then why would he use your music for his new contradictory album?"

Wan Jingjing was puzzled after hearing this: "Who told you that his new album uses my music?"