equal loudness curve

A pot of red oil is placed on the stove, and it is full of hot red peppers floating on it. Vegetables, desserts, and wine are all served together.

At the very beginning, Tang Zhuo was a little restrained when meeting Bie Han.He has always been like this. People who are not familiar with him can't learn Zhu Qunfei's familiarity no matter what. No matter how good the other party is, he can only smile politely. The first impression is: quiet, cold.

Actually...

"Cheers!" There are friends when there is wine, and friends are friends after drinking. Tang Zhuojian always thought so, so he clinked glasses with Bie Han openly and continued to happily wash his belly.

In fact, the two of them got along quite happily in the past two days. At least Tang Zhuo Jian felt that Bie Han was pretty good. After getting in touch with each other slowly, the feeling of unfamiliarity and fear in the draft was gone, and even the nervousness of the previous two days was digested. Pretty much.

Communicating with people who are more familiar can let go a lot.

Tang Zhuo Jian, who let go, will not give people the feeling of aloofness.

Compared to Tang Zhuojian, Bie Han ate much more slowly, basically holding two chopsticks and stopping for a while, halfway through eating, he suddenly remembered something and raised his head to ask him: "Did I give you the song Tang Moyan said he wanted to sing to you? "

Tang Zhuo Jian pulled himself out of the delicious food: "Not yet, why?"

"I heard from him that it is urgent, and told me this morning that the final version of the arrangement has been revised."

"Oh, he will give it to me when he thinks about it. Come on, cheers." Tang Zhuojian didn't care, because he actually knew too many people who could create. I wrote the songs and sang them to him, but most of them had no beginning and no end. After a long time, he just listened to many similar words.

Both of them blew on the bottle, and soon the bottle ran out, and neither of them responded.

"Is there anything I need to improve in my singing?" Tang Zhuojian suddenly asked, how can I say that the other party is a sound engineer who has seen the world more than him, and must have seen many sales-level stars. Even if he is not a singer, he doesn't know much about singing. Will be less than the singer himself.

In the past two days, I have experienced it deeply. If I can know more about my own situation, it will also be very helpful for professional improvement.

"You're fine." Bie Han didn't speak loudly, and even in such a noisy environment, he wouldn't deliberately raise the volume, making people feel that he was always in the fall. It’s just a little, it’s different from the scene, you don’t need to perform in it, as long as you sing into the microphone in a peaceful manner.”

Tang Zhuojian thought for a while: "Will it have a big impact if I move?"

"Well, the condenser microphones used in general recording are directional, cardioid or supercardioid. If you change the angle, the frequency band may be different, but you don't have to worry. It is very good today. There is no problem. There is a chance. Sing it a few more times and you will get used to it.”

"Okay, thank you!" Tang Zhuo Jian thanked him, and then clinked glasses with him to thank him for the two days of guidance.

The two chatted without saying a word, and they talked about the draft.

"Because I used to be very fond of various talent shows. Everyone said that I could sing well. I thought that if I had the strength, I would win the championship if there was a show, and then I would become famous overnight." Tang Zhuojian said As he said that, he laughed, and took a few sips of wine, "I didn't know that there were so many shady scenes in these shows at that time, and I thought that at least it would not be too different from what the audience saw, but I didn't expect this circle to have such a bottom line. "

"Yeah." Bie Han was noncommittal, and didn't stop Tang Zhuojian from drinking beer as a drink. After a while, he asked, "Want to be a star?"

"Think about it, give up." Tang Zhuo shrugged. Wanting to be a star has almost become the basic quality of entering their profession, but it's just thinking about it. Maybe it will be many years before a family with money and resources will come out. People who have been popular for a year or two and then disappeared. This road is inherently difficult, and it is also mixed with countless impossibilities.

"Why?" Bie Han asked.

"Didn't you just see it last time? I don't want to compromise, but it's impossible for me alone to overthrow this forming circle, so let's give up." Tang Zhuojian shook the second wine bottle in his hand, and then He continued, "Well... just giving up on being a star by drafting is too unrealistic. Don't you give up your dreams, or your beliefs?"

Dreams are things that cannot be given up no matter what, and they are priceless treasures in his heart, reminding him not to live like those people who say "dreams are worthless".

"So, is it because of this general environment?" Bie Han asked, but watched as Tang Zhuojian opened the third bottle of wine, and coveted one of the bottles in front of Bie Han, Bie Han reluctantly handed it to him, and reminded him by the way , "If you feel a little dizzy, don't drink it."

"How could it be dizzy?" Tang Zhuojian waved his hand, only had two bottles, felt nothing at all, and continued to answer the previous question, "Yes, no, my ex-boyfriend didn't even want me to continue singing, and advised me to give up many times. I came here, I talked about a lot of reasoning, and I understand all the reasons, but thanks to him, I figured out how to give up being a star, but I can't figure out why he persuaded me to find a stable job and become a civil servant , I couldn’t figure it out, so I kicked him.” Just kidding, when he heard for the first time that his boyfriend at the time asked him to find a stable job and give up singing, his whole body exploded, no one You can persuade him to do something he doesn't want to do, and if he does, it's his own will.

Falling in love after graduation, having a boring but stable job, then getting married and having children, this kind of life, at least Tang Zhuojian doesn’t like it, it is tantamount to death for him, he is willing to try a life of ups and downs, experience the bone-chilling cold of winter, He was also willing to enjoy the hot summer sun, so he chose to walk out of the hut of his grandparents, even though there was no one behind him.

Rarely, Bie Han frowned slightly, which was immediately wiped off. Tang Zhuojian caught this expression, and suddenly felt that he was talking too much. After all, he is also a first-line sound mixer, and he knows a lot of resources. It was regarded as a complete set, so he immediately changed the subject and talked about football.

"Which team do you like?"

The topic changed too quickly, Bie Han was stunned for a moment, wondering why Tang Zhuojian would suddenly bring up football, but he didn't think much about it: "Real Madrid."

Tang Zhuojian's eyes lit up: "Then have you ever been to the Bernabéu to watch football?"

"Ah."

"That's great, I only went to San Siro to watch Inter Milan vs. Juventus."

"Italian derby is also good."

Tang Zhuojian followed football farther and farther, which games he played, which countries he visited, and finally life.

"Do you usually go with tour groups?" Bie Han asked him.

Tang Zhuo laughed when he heard that, shook his head and said, "It's not with a tour group, but it's almost with a group, the school's benefits, top students have a free trip for a week every semester, so I have gone out with the school four times .”

"Good."

"Whether reading or traveling, the body or the spirit, one must always be on the way."

After eating the last piece of fat beef roll, Tang Zhuojian ordered another dry chili, touched the bottle with Bie Han, and continued to ask, "Aren't you in the United States? Or Germany? Why do you want to come back?"

"I'll come back if I want to." Bie Han kept answering along with him, without showing any impatience, Tang Zhuojian just pretended that this person was willing to chat, and kept talking to him.

At that time, I thought Tang Zhuojian was a quiet person, but I didn't realize that this person became talkative after drinking a little wine.

Four bottles down and another half a dozen were called. The two sat and chatted all the time, talking about the unsolved historical and political mysteries. In the end, the bottom of the hot pot was all condensed, and the hot pot restaurant changed from full to full. A few sparse tables are still there.

Bie Han finally supported his head and listened to him all the time.

The waiter opened the window next to them, and the cold air of the early morning rushed in.

Seeing that Tang Zhuo woke up, he stood up and sat down again, looked at Bie Han in a daze and asked, "Wait, what time is it?"

"Twelve o'clock."

"……I want to go back."

Seven of the ten bottles were killed by Tang Zhuojian. Now he sat on the stool in a daze, turned his head to look outside, and suddenly didn't know what he was doing.

Bie Han settled the bill and came back: "Are you okay?"

Bie Han didn't look good when he drank, after a few bottles, only the smell of alcohol on his body reminded him that he had just had a drink and was a little dizzy, but it didn't affect his normal actions.

Tang Zhuowian stood up and shook his head: "A man can't say no."

He drank too much.

Bie Han said indifferently: "Let's go."

The amount of alcohol has really dropped. Tang Zhuojian clearly felt that it was only seven bottles. He had never been so dizzy before. He tried his best to control his body not to be so shaky, but he couldn't control it until he staggered to the ground. After leaving the hot pot restaurant, I squatted next to the trash can and vomited after walking a few steps.

……

It's over, it's embarrassing, who just said that?

Bie Han was a little speechless, and lightly patted him on the back a few times: "I'll take you back."

Seeing that Tang Zhuo stretched his hand back and tried to shake it to refuse, it just happened to get stuck in Bie Han's unretracted palm. The warm touch was instantly transmitted to his brain, and the hand bounced back immediately as if electrocuted. He coughed a few times and said: "No, no, no, I'm not drunk, just, just dizzy, you should live quite far away, don't, don't bother, hey, I'll take the car by myself, just go back."

Bie Han pointed behind him indifferently: "I live here."

This hot pot restaurant is just downstairs from his house, and every night you can smell the hot pot fragrance.

"Ah? Then, that's okay!" Tang Zhuojian didn't bother to push back and forth, so he gave it away if he wanted to.

When getting in the taxi, Tang Zhuo saw that his whole body was jumping, every blood vessel was jumping violently, he lay down on the window in a daze, using the glass to cool himself down, and pasted it into a sheet from Looking at the ugly face outside, he shook his head back after a while, and his head fell back.

"Don't be cold, I wish you, there is a light in the dark, and there is no light."

"...?" Bie Han sat comfortably, without saying a word, when Tang Zhuo saw him stab him.

"May you always win the game and disconnect."

"..."

"May you have a good day, light bulb."

"..."

"May you..."

"Take your medicine on time." Bie Han opened his mouth and replied coldly.

"Sorry, did I say something I shouldn't have said?" Tang Zhuo Jian suddenly sat up straight, "I think you are so cool, young and promising, and handsome, well, I wish you, love and career, both harvests !"

"……thanks."

"Thank you for your kindness." Tang Zhuo saw that he closed his eyes slightly and his head hurt a little, so he lowered his voice, "To be honest with you, it's great to meet you. My professional teacher and I have different opinions. I, and him Communicating, it’s very uncomfortable, but it’s not like you, it’s a bit like the feeling of the soul finding a confidant, do you understand? It should, I don’t understand it, forget it, this kind of thing can’t be forced.”

Even though Bie Han didn't say a word, Tang Zhuojian still talked all the way alone.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question." Tang Zhuojian suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Bie Han. His face was slightly red and his eyes were a little blurred. Apart from that, there was nothing wrong. He even felt that his face was just hot. reddish.

"Huh?" Bie Han didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing his serious expression, he still answered, and then he regretted it.

Because Tang Zhuojian asked him clearly word by word: "I've always wanted to know, your name is Bie Han, don't hold back, don't hold back what? What do you want to hold?"

"..."

Bie Han folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and said nothing, but the driver in front laughed loudly: "Oh, hahahaha, it's so interesting that your friend drank too much!"

"Really? Why don't you two leave a phone call and exchange souls?" Bie Han opened his eyes and looked coldly at the young-looking driver.

So the driver shut up, and the rest of the way was as quiet as a chicken, even though Tang Zhuojian kept talking nonsense in the back row, he didn't dare to pick it up.

After getting off the car, he helped Tang Zhuo Jian from downstairs all the way up, Bie Han only felt tired.

Tang Zhuojian's home is very clean and tidy, and the whole has a simple feeling. When Bie Han sent Tang Zhuojian back, the floor lamp beside his desk was still on. Lamp, I don’t know about the landlord, have you seen it.” After speaking, he sat directly on the carpet beside the bed.

"Thank you for taking me back. Do you want to sit down for a while?" Tang Zhuojian looked at Bie Han with mist in his eyes.

Bie Han didn't intend to stay longer, shook his head slightly, glanced at the room that was so small that only one person could fit in, and the neatly folded bed, and asked, "Landlord? You live with the landlord ?”

"How is it possible, it's, it's on the opposite side." Tang Zhuo Jian raised his finger and pointed to his window, "She is a woman who has fallen into the eyes of money. Although I pay for water and electricity, she always thinks that I will break it. Her furniture sometimes comes up suddenly to check whether I have broken the furniture. Oh, two days ago, I just had a fight with her. She said that I didn't mop the floor after taking a shower, and the bathroom floor was soaked. Well, it was obviously broken when I moved in."

Tang Zhuojian was born with an indifferent attitude towards such unreasonable people. At that time, no matter how angry the landlord was, he just looked at the other party coldly, didn't bother to say a word, and left before the other party finished speaking.

"If I didn't like this small single room better, I would have moved out."

It's actually cheaper.

"Well, can you still stand up? If you can, go take a shower and go to bed early." Bie Han interrupted the tirade he seemed to want to come again, he had heard enough in the taxi, and originally wanted to help him up , but on second thought, forget it.

"Rest early, it doesn't exist. I'll play games for a while, and lost the guild group today. This CD can only fight against the wild group." Tang Zhuojian said to himself, suddenly thought of something, and put his hands together One shot, "Hey, I can start a group by myself!"

"Playing in a group?" Bie Han frowned.

"Playing Warcraft." Tang Zhuojian turned his head and pointed at himself, "Full-time nurse, invincible, wild boss."

"...Hmm." For Bie Han, he didn't know any profession that was invincible, and the field bosses generally existed in the field, and the Discipline Priest was the same, even two of them were the same, and they went far away when they met Cold.

Bie Han didn't expect Tang Zhuojian to be so eloquent after drinking, he was usually quiet and steady most of the time, it seemed that he was overwhelmed.

"Let's go, I'm still a little dizzy, just take it easy." Tang Zhuowian waved his hand at him, raised his head with difficulty and smiled at him, "Thank you for taking me back."

Bie Han hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"By the way, you, what's your phone number?" Tang Zhuojian asked, winking at Bie Han, then took out his phone and handed it to him.

Bie Han took it with a blank face, entered his number and pressed the call button until his phone rang, took out his phone, lightly pressed answer, then pressed Hei Tangzhuojian's phone and threw it back for him, Did not press hang up.

"It's getting late, you still, go back and rest."

"Ah."

Tang Zhuojian didn't know how long he had been sitting on the ground with his back against the bed, and countless pictures overlapped and spread in his mind like a horse watching flowers.

He is too used to "staying out of things". Passing by a street, there is a group of people gathered together. He walks away silently. There are shocking gossips around him. He has no interest. Some people in the class are jealous of him, and he still goes to class as usual. With a little emotion, in the face of bad words, without even looking back, for him, everything is due to: it doesn't matter.

It even includes the love when he was just in college. In fact, he liked the other party at that time, and he loved someone who was better than him. Many things chose his favorite music, cold war for a long time, he was also sad for a while, even if no one saw what happened to him, he was happy when he should be happy, laughed when he should be, even Xiao Hui, who gets along day and night, didn't notice at all that Tang Zhuo Jian had a quarrel with his boyfriend.

Until Tang Zhuo saw that his patience had reached its limit, he made a phone call and said coldly: "Okay, if I don't contact you, you won't contact me? You want to pretend to be cool in front of me? I'm cooler than you!" Immediately one shot and two scattered.

Even if that person came back later to beg, even if he still liked it at that time.

For him, he only needs to remind himself one sentence at all times: Hold the microphone in your hand tightly.

Everyone thinks that Tang Zhuojian's mentality is so good that it explodes, he doesn't like things but doesn't feel sorry for himself, and he's so cool that he has no friends.

But he still has countless troubles, but he has learned how to ignore them.

Because there are many things that can’t be helped. You can’t change the outside world, but you can change yourself. When you don’t care about the outside world, all changes in the outside world will no longer be changes.

I don't know how long I sat, but I sat enough, Tang Zhuojian didn't feel so dizzy before he stood up, and then he realized that Bie Han had left early, and the small room was as empty as ever.

He turned off the floor lamp, went to the bathroom to take a shower in the dark, and lay on the bed with weak limbs, thinking at the moment before falling asleep: I have to practice drinking again.

In fact, Bie Han walked more than two kilometers to the hospital, went to the emergency department to buy sober medicine, and then returned to Tang Zhuojian's place, but from downstairs, his window was already pitch black, it seems that the floor lamp should be Turned it off, took out his mobile phone, the call was still in progress, close to his ear, he didn't hear a sound, so he stood downstairs for a few minutes, the cold wind blew for a few minutes, he realized that he didn't know what he was doing What, so I hailed a taxi and left.

Tang Zhuowian is attractive enough, he doesn't know it, it doesn't mean others are not attracted to him.

Thinking of this, Bie Han looked at the sober medicine he had brought back after returning home, and was so helpless that he wanted to laugh for a while.

What is he doing to buy sober medicine for Tang Zhuo Jian?

I can't figure it out, and I don't bother to think about it.

When Tang Zhuojian woke up the next day, the phone was out of battery and turned off. After finally turning it on, he received a message that he was shutting down. After searching for the reason for a long time, he found a six-hour call log of an unfamiliar number in the call log.

"What... what?" Tang Zhuojian cursed to himself.

It seems to belong to Bie Han, did you ask him for his cell phone number yesterday?Tang Zhuojian's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he accidentally dialed out while falling asleep, and the other party answered the call but didn't hear the sound, but he didn't hang up because of politeness?

It’s over.

Did you drink too much last night?Shame, really shame.

Fortunately, there was no contact between the two of them for the next few days, Tang Zhuojian felt very ashamed, he didn't have any fragments, he knew what he said and did, and he also knew that he just drank too much and talked too much, and he didn't do anything excessive , except for saying a few words to Bie Han, but still inexplicably feel ashamed, after all, just before drinking, I just talked nonsense, and I didn't even blink my eyes when I poured a dozen beers.

Fortunately, Tang Zhuojian is not free every day. He can always find a lot of things to do for himself, such as classes, singing, piano, library, fitness... Occasionally, he will be surrounded by a group of girls asking him when he will post the next video .