equal loudness curve

But Tang Zhuojian didn't speak for a long time. For him, Li Shirui has the grace of teaching. No matter for various purposes, he didn't want to bite back. Secondly, he didn't care so much about Li Shirui's cynicism. When he was angry, he turned around and turned the page. If he didn't care about something, he really didn't care that much.

Tang Zhuo saw that he was not a soft-hearted person, and he was very principled. Li Shirui knew he couldn't talk to him, so he waved his hand and said impatiently: "Forget it, you can go, just come to the final exam, I won't make things difficult You, how many points will be given to you if you sing."

Tang Zhuojian didn't say much, bowed to him, turned around and left.

Li Shirui looked at the leaving figure, his eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, and he even looked forward to Tang Zhuojian's next fate.

You have no studies, no career, no family, how long can you refuse?

Sometimes Li Zhirui himself wonders whether his persistence is worth it. Tang Zhuojian is like a failure, but he can't tell whether he failed because he met him or left him.

Waiting for Tang Zhuo to see were two not unfamiliar figures at the school gate.

He walked over, paused for a moment, then continued walking outside as if he hadn't seen it. "Tang Zhuojian!" The sharp female voice attracted a lot of attention. Many people in the school had heard of Tang Zhuojian, and they all turned their heads when they were called out.

Tang Zhuojian took a deep breath and rolled his eyes countless times. He stopped and watched two middle-aged men and women approaching. The whole person was dumbfounded.

"Fuck..."

"what's going on?"

"Scare me."

Someone was whispering nearby.

The woman walked up to Tang Zhuoming, pointed at him angrily and scolded: "How many years have you not been home? Do you still have this parent in your eyes? You still hang up on the phone?! Are you a human being?"

Tang Zhuo saw that he was in a daze of true feelings and his face was burning with pain. After a moment, he calmed down and said calmly: "Aren't I going home? Or is someone not letting me go home?"

He didn't care about the surrounding environment, whether there were many eyes gathered, he just thought it was quite funny.

For six years, maybe seven years, from the moment he was kicked out, he had no intention of going back.

"What did you say? Who didn't let you go back? Do you think we don't know what you're doing outside? It's embarrassing to the family!" The woman scolded him angrily, "I thought you were learning music because you didn't do well The things you said are already disgusting enough, did you think you could do something even more disgusting?"

Tang Zhuo laughed when he heard this. This is the Conservatory of Music. There are many students around. This sentence is like a large-scale injury. It hurts everyone indiscriminately. The students who originally had the mentality of watching a movie were also very angry when they heard this sentence. .

"You can still laugh?" The woman raised her hand and was about to make a move, but was stopped by the man. He said blankly, "Forget it, this kind of person has never been born."

Tang Zhuowian was still very curious, he folded his hands in front of his chest, and asked as if staying out of the way: "I'm sorry, uncle and aunt, I want to ask, what heinous thing did I do?"

This name changed the faces of both of them. The woman's lips trembled with anger, and it took a long time before she said, "What shameless things have you done that you don't know about? You still have the guts to ask me?"

"Well, I don't know, please tell me." Tang Zhuojian said lightly.

"What have you done to become famous?! Sure enough, who are the people in this circle?"

"Oh, what have I done to be famous?"

"Are you being taken care of by a rich woman?! How much do you pay for a month?!"

Tang Zhuojian: "..."

Tang Zhuojian: "Well, about a hundred thousand a month, but she is not a rich woman, she is a man, quite old, and has a wife who is not at home all the year round, but he has money and connections, and can help me become famous, that's enough , I don't care about the rest."

Seeing that Tang Zhuo had avoided the slap that was thrown back again, he smiled indifferently, turned around and left, regardless of the loud slander behind him.

Some people really did anything to punish him, even thinking of such a thing as a rich woman.

He knows who it is, and he doesn't bother to think about it, so he can say whatever he likes, anyway, he never wants to be a good person.

It is impossible to say that the mood will not be affected at all, Tang Zhuojian's first reaction was to find Bie Han.

The road is still the familiar road, but Tang Zhuojian, who was walking on the road, stopped suddenly, and looked at the crowds of people and cars around him in a daze, and the roads criss-crossed without end. He was stunned for a few seconds and forced himself to After calming down, he turned around and went back the same way with a cold face.

I really want to go to the recording studio to see what those people are doing, even though Zhu Qunfei is being silly every day, even though Wen Haishan is making trouble every day, even though Tang Moyan is collapsing every day, even though Ma Yi stays at the mixer every day Before, although don't be cold...

Although don't be cold, although...

Thinking of this, Tang Zhuo laughed.

What's wrong?If someone treats him well, does he get used to being soft-hearted?

Desiring something is the deadliest thing.

Passing by an old lady who was sitting on the ground begging, and a skinny dog ​​was sitting next to her. Tang Zhuo saw that he had more than ten yuan in cash all over his body, and gave it all to her. The old lady kowtowed gratefully and said the same blessings : "Young man, good people are rewarded with good rewards. I wish you good health, good luck, and wishful thinking!"

"Thank you."

In the end, Tang Zhuojian still went to the recording studio.

Then there were five more finger biscuits on the table in the recording studio.

This is Tang Zhuojian's arrival.

Wen Haishan hadn't seen Tang Zhuo yet, so he rushed towards the pancakes, and shouted: "Thank you, brother, for the pancakes!"

He used to be reserved, but now, it's impossible.

Wen Haishan ate as it should, and gave Tang Zhuojian a thankful look, and said sadly, "You haven't been here for a long time!"

"I was in Beijing before, and I have to go to class later." Tang Zhuojian stroked his hair, like taking care of his little brother.

"Then you will come here often in the future, come to play after school and when there is no class." Wen Haishan said, and happened to be heard by Zhu Qunfei who came out.

"Oh my god, just watch it, thinking about people buying you food all day long, it's really shocking!" Zhu Qunfei rolled his eyes, and Wen Haishan turned his back.

"It's not you who bought it, why do you talk so much?"

"It's just too much talk!"

"Rubbish!"

The two quarreled again, Tang Zhuojian watched silently with a smile in his eyes.

In fact, this kind of noisy life is quite enviable.

Exiting their room, Tang Zhuojian went to Bie Han's side, and happened to see Bie Han closing a project file.

"Are you done with your work today?" Tang Zhuojian asked.

Hearing this, Bie Han turned his head, saw that it was Tang Zhuojian, and agreed: "Well, finally remembered to come and sit for a while?"

Tang Zhuojian laughed and laughed: "I've been wandering around for a month, and I have to make up my lessons when I go back!"

"Yeah." Bie Han felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed the acupuncture points around his eyes.

"Are you tired?" Tang Zhuojian looked at him, feeling that his face was full of exhaustion.

Bie Han stood up, walked to the back and sat down on the sofa: "It's okay, the mix of the performance over there has just been finished and there is another album, we will continue tomorrow." neck.

"Why are you becoming a workaholic again... Do you want me to give you a massage? I can give you a little massage." Tang Zhuojian asked, his eyes so hard that Bie Han couldn't refuse.

"it is good."

Bie Han was lying on the sofa, Tang Zhuojian bent down slightly, one leg curled up on the edge of the sofa to stabilize his figure for massage, and then covered Bie Han's neck with his hands.

"Are your hands cold?" Tang Zhuojian asked.

Bie Han shook his head: "It's not cold."

Tang Zhuojian had learned some massage skills before. When he was younger, he couldn’t come out to make money by himself. He secretly lived at the house of his grandparents. The elderly always like massage, so he tried to learn it, for the sake of happiness for the elderly, and for the sake of making the elderly happy. I feel more at ease living by myself.

He was fairly accurate in finding the meridians and acupuncture points. Some places hurt and he couldn't press the painful place. Maybe he had to press a more partial position to relieve the pain in that place.

Tang Zhuo saw that he was afraid that his hands would be heavy, so he pressed very carefully, seeing that Bie Han didn't respond, he slowly increased the pressure.

From the Baihui point on the head, move down all the way to the six points of the four meridians on the back of the neck, and gradually reach the shoulders.The technique is mellow and mature, with moderate strength.

Amid all kinds of soreness or distending pain, Bie Han frowned slightly, feeling that he was about to fall asleep, he experienced what pain is and was happy.

"The tendons are very hard. After sitting for a while, you should stand up and move around. Don't sit all the time." Tang Zhuojian lowered his head and said seriously, fingering the tendons next to his shoulder blades. " means, "Listen to yourself, this means that you are overworked, and you should pay more attention to rest."

Tang Zhuojian's voice was very low and soft, lingering softly above Bie Han's ears, making him feel a little numb.

"I basically sing while standing up and can move around. Sometimes I even go to the gym. You guys sit all day for post-mixing, and Tang Moyan does the arrangement. You have to remind him to stand up more. Walk around, don't sit all day long."

"Yes—" Bie Han laughed helplessly, and even prolonged the end of his answer, almost calling "Mom".

"Don't be impatient, I'm telling the truth, many of my friends died like this." Tang Zhuo Jian spoke seriously, amused Bie Han.

"Don't laugh! Relax!" Tang Zhuojian reprimanded.

"Feel sorry."

Singing is beautiful, it turns out that speaking in a low voice is also fatal.

Bie Han slightly closed his eyes.

Half an hour later, Tang Zhuo saw that his hands were sore, he stood up and shook them twice, and asked him, "Is it better?"

Basically, the problems of people who sit and work for a long time come from the neck, shoulders, waist and back, so he only focuses on these places.

"Yeah." Bie Han responded, a bit wanting to continue, but in the end he didn't say it, moved a bit, and found that his whole body was really relaxed, "It's much better, thank you, you've worked hard."