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Tang Zhuojian went to the recording studio and bought three small prickly pears and two bouquets of dried flowers.

"Sorry to interrupt, I have nothing to do, so come and sit for a while. Here, put the prickly pear in front of the computer to prevent radiation, let's use dried flowers as a decoration." When Tang Zhuo saw the past, Bie Han was watching a video, which seemed to be about a certain hardware evaluation, And when they learned that Tang Zhuo had come, several other people ran over one after another.

Bie Han pressed pause, sat up slightly, glanced at Tang Zhuojian, then at the prickly pear in front of him, and naturally placed it in front of his computer: "Thank you."

Because Ma Yi and Wen Haishan did not put their computers here, the prickly pear is not practical, it is not as good as an ornament.

Even so, several people were still grateful.

"Hey, brother dei, you are really a little padded jacket." Zhu Qunfei couldn't wait to play with this new little gift, wondering where to put it on the table, or whether he should turn his head to look at his and Tang Moyan and others. What's the difference between the cold ones, Wen Haishan put the dried flowers directly into a washed cup.

"As long as you like it." Tang Zhuojian said with a smile.

It is another large gift receiving scene.

The entire recording studio is not small, and everyone has their own place, so if there is nothing to do, several people will not stay in the same room all the time, except when Tang Zhuojian comes. get together.

Thinking of this, Bie Han raised his head and looked at him: "If you give it away like this again, you may buy all the small ornaments in our recording studio in a short time. Why, do you want to buy shares?"

"No! I just think it's better to bring some small things." Tang Zhuojian immediately denied, "I really don't have any. I want to buy shares or something..."

"Just kidding, don't mind." Bie Han didn't tease him, "Also, what happened to your hand?"

"Huh? What's going on?" Tang Moyan and Wen Haishan also leaned over to look, and opened Tang Zhuojian's hand, and saw that the skin of his palm was torn, with blood still floating on the surface.

Tang Zhuojian withdrew his hand and said flatly, "I accidentally dropped it."

"Accidentally dropped it?" Tang Moyan glanced at his hand, half-believing, "Could it be that you got into a fight at school?"

As soon as he talked about fighting, Wen Haishan became imposing and said confidently: "Who dares to hit our gift little angel? I'll beat him up for you!"

Zhu Qunfei also responded: "Beat him!"

"Don't make trouble, did you really fall?" Bie Han interrupted the group of people, looked at Tang Zhuojian questioningly, and laughed at Tang Zhuojian.

"I didn't lie to you, I fell by accident." Today, when Xiao Hui pushed him like that, he didn't react at all, and he didn't see the threshold under his feet, so it was fine to say that he fell by accident.

"Did you take the medicine?" Bie Han asked again.

Tang Zhuojian shook his head, spread his hands and said relaxedly: "Just break the skin, what's the matter?"

Bie Han was noncommittal, nodded and said, "Well, be more careful in the future."

They didn't ask any more questions, and Tang Zhuojian didn't talk about it anymore.

A few people went to do their own thing, Bie Han said that he wanted to watch this video and asked Tang Zhuojian to sit down for a while.So Tang Zhuojian sat on the sofa, closed his eyes slightly, his mind was still in a mess.

During this period of time, there were too many things, bad things seemed to line up to find him, and everything was constantly cut.

He has always been like this, no matter how turbulent his heart is, he will always be calm on the surface, but that feeling is not good, no one always wants to get stuck in his depressed mood, it's not that he doesn't want to come out, it's because he can't help it.

So Tang Zhuojian said hello to Bie Han, and went to play the piano in the recording studio by himself.

At least for this moment, the world is quiet.

There were no sharp voices telling him how his life should go, no expressions of embarrassment turning to him, scolding him for his unfilial piety.

So be it.

Tang Zhuojian deliberately turned off a few lights in the recording studio to create a depressive atmosphere, and then recorded a new short video by the way.

On the night he received a call from his so-called "parents", he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep anymore. He tossed and turned, and finally got up and sat in front of the electric piano, humming the melody and memorizing the score, and wrote a whole song.

@唐瑟见: Not separate [Video]

The future after being indulged

Inadvertently waiting but waiting to leave easily

The relief of being deceived is a little more sad

Get out of the habit and get into regret

What a naturally magnified torment gradually dissipates

Leaving the gap of self-repetition gradually flattening

as if never existed

I don't separate my dependencies

How helpless, how tired

If love doesn’t come back, it’s numb and hurt

cloudy gray fog

Began to resent the chosen order

Wandering and becoming absurd

But I don’t want to appear miserable and blank euphemism

Tang Zhuojian stayed in the recording studio for a long time, until Bie Han came in, and asked him indifferently: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Tang Zhuo Jian raised his head and denied it: "No."

"No?" Bie Han smiled, not wanting to say how obvious Tang Zhuojian's unhappiness was on his face at this moment, he sat directly next to Tang Zhuojian, shared the same piano bench with him, stretched out his hand and lightly pressed a few keys , After the lingering sound dissipated, he said slowly, "I just saw that you were going to record a video, so I started the project for you by the way. Give me the video later and I will synchronize it for you."

"Thank you!"

"You can come here often if you have nothing to do. You are welcome here, and those few people, Zhu Qunfei, Tang Moyan, Wen Haishan and Ma Yi, have all expressed to me that they like you very much. If you think it is credible, sometimes you can talk to them more. Playing and chatting, the four of us—except for Wen Haishan, who only met after returning to China, and we have been together since college, until now, we are more like family members than partners.”

"Family?" Tang Zhuojian opened his mouth slightly, then buried his head and smiled to himself, he knew it was comforting, "Well, okay, I will come here often, thank you."

Of course he wants to have a family, but it's okay to be alone, he can withstand temptation, torture, and loneliness.

"You can tell me anything, and I will try my best to help you."

Hearing this, Tang Zhuojian turned to look at him, hesitantly said: "I don't think I have recorded any recordings recently, and I don't have any psychological problems to consult. I just want to come and have a sit."

"..."

Bie Han suddenly didn't understand what kind of occupation he was in Tang Zhuojian's heart, he closed his eyes and said, "I didn't say you have a recording to tell me, and I'm not a psychological counselor, I just said that as a friend, you can do whatever you want." Tell me."

"Really? If you say that, I might come to you for anything in the future? For example, to ask you what time you wake up, for example, to ask if you like candy, for example, to ask how long you are, oh~" Tang Zhuo Jian lengthened the ending sound, turned around twice, and then added in satisfaction, "There is a rhyme, is there?"

Bie Han: "..."

Bie Han stood up expressionlessly, and stopped his concern: "Get up at seven, don't like it or hate it, how long is it? Just look at it and you'll know." After speaking, he gestured to unbutton his belt.

Tang Zhuojian felt that he was going to play off, so he pressed his hand, and laughed with him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you, the invincible leader of the universe, knows it even if you don't look at it! You can pierce the sky when you go up, and pierce the center of the earth when you go down. All living beings are in ruins!"

Bie Han: "..."

"Did I treat you too well? I take back what I said just now that you are in a bad mood. I think you are in a good mood." Bie Han said indifferently.

Tang Zhuojian stretched out his hand to pat Bie Han, and said with a fake smile, "It's okay, it's normal to be in a bad mood, I'll adjust myself."

"Okay, then you can adjust it yourself."

"..."

This man doesn't play by the rules.

The atmosphere is relaxed, and the goal is achieved.Tang Zhuojian is not used to other people's comfort, and will definitely choose the fastest way to make others feel that he is fine.

Because of Tang Zhuojian's joke, Bie Han's eyes changed when he saw him, as if he was saying: I care about your mood, but how long do you care about me?

Negative emotions didn't last long in Tang Zhuojian's case. When he came out of the recording studio, Bie Han pointed to the sofa for him to sit on: "I'll tell you something."

"what?"

Bie Han picked up his phone and glanced at the messages he received two days ago: "You should know about "The Birth of a Miracle"?"

Hearing this name, Tang Zhuo saw a cold face: "Yes."

"Are you interested?" Bie Han asked him, but noticed that his expression changed.

"No." Tang Zhuojian still refused.

Bie Han seemed to know what he was thinking, and patted him to make him relax: "I didn't recommend you to go to the audition, I know you don't like it, I just asked if you want to participate, for example, as a judge and mentor in the performance session and voice, or polyphony, or, partner.”

Then Tang Zhuo Jian opened his eyes wide and looked at Bie Han in disbelief: "Really?"

"En." Bie Han nodded, very satisfied with Tang Zhuojian's reaction, "They have invited me to do the sound mixing for the semi-finals and finals, and Ma Yi will be the live sound reinforcement design when he arrives." Originally, he received the call to inquire about I don't know any friends who want to be on the show, but Bie Han thinks of Tang Zhuo Jian and his character, so why not get him a role that can be on stage but not get involved in disputes.

Standing in the spotlight, it was still his instinct as a singer. Tang Zhuojian's repeated rejections and provocations did not mean that he did not want to, but that he was more disappointed than hoped.

Obviously Tang Zhuo Jian was very useful, he stood up at once, looked at Bie Han enthusiastically, and said, "I'll go!"

In the same program, I got two different answers. When Xiao Hui found out about this, he said in shock: "Immortal Banban! I remembered! Isn't Bie Han the mentor of the previous growth path? My day! Grandma Li asked you that day, Are you not going?!"

"I'm not going to be a player." Tang Zhuojian was indifferent.

Xiao Hui covered his face and was about to scream: "Then what are you going to do?!"

"Harmony, tutor accompaniment and so on."

Xiao Hui screamed completely: "Immortal Banban! Grandma Li will kill you if she finds out!!"

"Oh." Tang Zhuojian nodded, not caring, "Don't call him Grandma Li, it always reminds me of the old witch in "Deadbydaylight"."

"Isn't he just an old witch? The one who wants to draw a spell on the ground to curse you?"

"Oh, yes."

After a while, Xiao Hui regained his composure. He stared quietly at Tang Zhuojian, and said in a low tone, "Everyone's harmony has a fixed chorus group, which can get you in...Say it! Have you been tricked by that other guy? "

"..."

"Well, yes, I was caught by the unspoken rules." Tang Zhuo saw a cold expression on his face.

Hearing this, Xiao Hui's old mother was about to burst into tears. He grabbed Tang Zhuo Jian, his voice trembling slightly: "My sugar, my little Nie Nie, after 20 years, Le Tian is finally here, you, you, What step did you take? Are you still, what? Does it hurt? Is he treating you well? You two, who gets on and who gets off?"

"..."

"Well, it doesn't hurt, it's good, it doesn't matter who goes up and who gets off." Tang Zhuo said numbly.

"That's good, that's good, if you can, you can go up, I heard that it hurts down there." Xiao Hui pretended to wipe away his tears.

"Well, okay, I got it, let's step back." Tang Zhuo didn't see Xiao Hui.

Maybe this friend should be lost. If you stay with this kind of person for a long time, your IQ will be lowered.