equal loudness curve

Tang Moyan strongly recommended a pizzeria upstairs in IFS, which is next to a huge giant panda statue in the landmark building of Chengdu IFS.

From the moment he sat there, Tang Moyan frowned and typed quickly on the phone.

"What?" Bie Han glanced at him.

Tang Moyan sighed, and said irritably, "Zhu Qunfei is mentally handicapped, he knew we were going to eat pizza, so we blamed us for not bringing him."

"What are you taking him for?" Bie Han said indifferently, "Pigs will be poisoned if they eat pizza."

"Yo huh? All right, I'll just tell him that." Tang Moyan rarely felt that Bie Han's sloppy mouth was so comfortable.

Seeing that Tang Zhuo sat obediently and didn't play with his mobile phone and didn't make a sound, he waited for the two people on the opposite side to finish ordering what he wanted to eat before looking at it himself, and brought himself a durian pizza.

In fact, Tang Zhuojian has never been used to going out to have an official meal with people at work. He is not very good at talking, and he doesn't know what to say on such occasions.

Fortunately, Tang Moyan was good at communicating, so he took off his coat and asked Tang Zhuojian, "How old are you?"

"Third year."

"Singing since elementary school?"

"Ah."

"It's a good song."

"Thank you."

"Who introduced you to this song during your rehearsal these two days?"

"Professional teacher."

"Do you often take on some commercial performances or recordings?"

"Occasionally."

"I have a song here, which suits you very well, do you want to try it?"

"can."

"Okay, send me back and listen."

"Thank you."

Si Tai Si respect, impeccable, in a few words, Tang Moyan has finished the main purpose of today's meal.

After a long while, Tang Moyan couldn't help it anymore, he waved his hand: "Don't, I just heard you sing, I really think it's good, so I just want to treat you to a meal, why don't you talk to the leader, come and relax Point, look at you, your name is Tang Zhuojian, my name is Tang Moyan, what a classic charm, what a matching name, the same surname is Tang, maybe they were brothers in the previous life."

"Well, yes." Tang Zhuojian replied solemnly, without revealing anything wrong on the surface.

Bie Han glanced at Tang Moyan silently, but didn't make a sound, so Tang Moyan didn't know how what he said today would be heard again in the future.

The atmosphere took a breather, and the voices and strong aroma from the pizzeria surged in.

In September at [-] o'clock in the evening, the sky has not yet completely darkened, and the air is always filled with the smell of sticky dust. Once it is covered by the food that is served quickly, it becomes less important.

Pizza, chicken wings, French fries, mashed potatoes, sparkling water...

delicious food.

"I heard that you are going to record this song. It's the theme song of a movie, right? It seems that the production cost is quite high." Tang Moyan cut open the pizza and got a piece for himself, "Your teacher is capable of helping you receive such a song." Song, why didn't you consider pushing you to some talent show?"

This... Tang Zhuo Jian looked up at Bie Han inadvertently, and said embarrassingly: "I have participated in some, but I was not selected."

Tang Moyan showed a surprised expression: "You sing so well that you haven't been selected yet? Hey, Biehan has also been a judge of a show? Why do you think he was not selected? From the perspective of your professional judges?"

Tang Zhuojian had reason to suspect that he asked this question on purpose, how could anyone poke the pain spot accurately?

Bie Han, who hadn't spoken since they came out, turned his eyes back to the meal at this moment, and said after a two-second silence: "That show, why do you think I only participated in one season?" He wanted him to answer, but he Another question was raised.

Tang Moyan knew about these things at that time. The four of them had just returned from the United States at that time, and the recording studio was still under design. It is unknown who heard the news of Bie Han's return to China, and hurried to find out his contact information. After being invited for more than half a month in a row, Bie Han felt that he had to wait for the recording studio anyway, so he just went.Tang Moyan still wondered why the crew was thinking that although Bie Han already had a complete circle abroad, after all, the domestic public still had a blank impression of him.

In the end, he didn't get an answer, and Bie Han didn't say anything, as if he had gone out for a stroll, and came back after participating in a season.

"Why? Let me think about it, isn't it to your liking? The recording studio is finished? Have you played enough? Who messed with you?" To be honest, he really didn't think about it carefully at the time.

Bie Han tapped the plate lightly with the knife, and said flatly: "Fake."

It is said to be looking for amateurs with potential, but in fact, it is just to make money and satisfy investors' desire to push people. They forcibly thought of an IP and then made exquisite packaging. In the end, the people who stayed in the end were all hand-picked by the sponsor without exception. The beautiful woman, which boss spends money to win over a famous relative, he couldn't accept this kind of thing at first, but since he agreed, he should understand the current development model of the domestic entertainment industry until Tang Zhuo Jian appeared.

"Where is it fake?" Tang Moyan asked.

"It's all fake, since it's already been decided by default who will be left in the end, why bother to hire someone to be a judge, it's better to congratulate the champion at the beginning of the show, treat the audience as fools, and one day the audience will treat them as fools. "Bie Han downplayed it without being too harsh, as if it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Hearing this, Tang Zhuojian suddenly raised his head, just in time to meet Bie Han's gaze that he had inadvertently looked over.

Like a cloud of thick black smoke, when someone tried to touch it, it exploded with a "bang".

Tang Zhuojian seemed to know why he was nervous when facing Bie Han while singing.

It seemed to be a kind of pure appreciation without prejudice at all, so the eyes were more harsh and tolerant, tearing away the skin, and let him express the emotions he wanted to express with his whole body, because it was too essential, so he became nervous instead .

Artistic temperament is a disease that afflicts amateurs.

Tang Moyan agreed with Bie Han, nodded slowly and said, "Well, I've heard about the way the show is made here, so it's really a pity for you, singing so well." Tang Zhuo saw him.

"Thank you, I didn't think about becoming famous, I just kept singing." Although Tang Zhuojian was answering Tang Moyan, he was already thinking about other things.

"It's just the truth, tsk, you are too good-looking, you are a good-looking baby student in school?" Every time I come to the recording studio, I also bring a small gift, and besides singing, I just sit quietly, saying everything is thank you and smiling. It's just a shy and obedient baby who was taught well at home.

"En." Tang Zhuo replied with a guilty conscience, intending to really pretend to be a good baby.

The West Coast rap music was playing in the store, making everyone's hearts hot.

I don’t know how the topic changed from inviting Tang Zhuojian to participate in a song to attacking domestic talent shows, and then talked about Tang Zhuojian himself, but Tang Zhuojian seldom talked to people he didn’t know well, and was always quiet. Only answer when you have a question, don't be less harsh, you may not be able to answer if you have a question, but Tang Moyan kept talking between the two of them like a conciliator, and finally he sighed: "I think I feel like Born to speak."

"Well, except for the mouth, there is no need to be born in other places." Don't be cold and lonely.

Tang Moyan scolded in a low voice: "Are you a fucking jerk?"

"Yes, how?"

But Tang Zhuojian didn't hear the last conversation between the two of them, so he went silently thinking about life.

A meal is over, eight o'clock sharp.

Coming down from the IFS and taking two steps, Tang Moyan couldn't bear it, turned his head and asked Bie Han: "Do you feel..."

"No."

"I love you..."

Tang Moyan gave himself a sigh of relief, and continued to say calmly: "Forget it, I have felt it since I just came out, as if someone has been staring at us?"

Speaking of this, Bie Han seemed to have sensed it, and nodded slightly.

At first he thought it was an illusion, until he saw someone secretly taking pictures, Bie Han stopped, frowned and looked around, and then a girl walked over.

"Hi! Tang Zhuojian?"

The visitor was dressed very trendy, and she graciously walked up to Tang Zhuo and greeted him.

The two people around thought that Tang Zhuojian met an acquaintance, but Tang Zhuojian said: "Well, hello." The voice was very calm, unlike meeting an acquaintance, there was no surprise at all.

"It's really me? Wow, I just watched your video this morning, and I met you in person tonight! I like you so much! You sing so beautifully!" She was so excited that she attracted the attention of many people around her. There were even a few people gathered around, their eyes shining.

"Thank you." Tang Zhuojian smiled politely at him.

Tang Moyan looked at Bie Han blankly, who shook his head slightly, expressing that he didn't know what was going on.

The girl continued: "Will you post singing videos in the future?"

Tang Zhuojian thought for a while: "Well, it should be."

At first, I thought it was almost the same, but unexpectedly, the girl turned her eyes to the other two men standing with Tang Zhuo Jian, looked at them, and asked carefully, "Here, which one is your husband?"

"..."

"No." Tang Zhuo said awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The girl smiled at Bie Han and Tang Moyan, said something to Tang Zhuojian, and left contentedly.

After leaving, I realized that I forgot to take a photo.

"Is this your little fan?" Tang Moyan asked in disbelief.

"Probably." Tang Zhuojian said truthfully, "I posted a video of playing and singing on Weibo, and they should like my singing."

Tang Moyan nodded thoughtfully: "I think they really like you for being handsome. These days, little girls like handsome, they only look at your face."

Hearing this, Tang Zhuo froze for a moment, and asked in a daze, "Really?"

"uh-huh!"

So do you like him because he is good-looking or because he sings well?

He's not that—so handsome, it should be because of singing, um, it's because of singing.

Knowing the reason, Bie Han ignored those gazes, glanced not far away, turned his head and said to Tang Zhuojian, "Where do you live? I'll drive you back."

"Huh? I live, it's not far away, so it's not a problem." Tang Zhuo Jian shook his head, not wanting to trouble anyone.

Bie Han didn't give him too many chances to refuse, he directly gestured to the side and said, "It's okay, let's go."

"……OK, thanks."

Leaving Tang Moyan standing in place, he raised his finger stiffly and pointed at himself: "What about me?"

"You live so close, you can walk back by yourself, you need to exercise more when you grow old." Bie Han said in a dignified manner.

"WTF?" Tang Moyan was dumbfounded.

Tang Moyan glanced at Bie Han and Tang Zhuojian's direction leisurely, his eyes full of sadness, he is actually only 38 years old, isn't he old?