equal loudness curve

Several people gathered around to see the photos.

Tang Zhuo Jian suddenly realized another thing, he looked at Bie Han fixedly, and asked, "Where's your gift?"

Bie Han smiled and said, "I am a gift to you, what more do you want?"

"Cut, if you don't have it, you don't have it, and you say it so confidently." Tang Zhuojian rolled his eyes, but laughed again when he looked at him.

The presents he received today were too expensive for him, at least he had never been so magnanimous to himself, and the sum might be worth tens of thousands.Tang Zhuojian put them all together carefully for fear of bumping into each other.

"Actually... yes, but I'm not sure if this is a gift for you." Bie Han paused before saying, then he took out a stack of papers from his bag and placed it in front of Tang Zhuojian.

"What?" Tang Zhuo saw that he took it by hand, but didn't understand it. After looking through it for a long time, he finally understood what it was, and he froze there for a moment.

……contract?

The artist's contract with the company?

It was the last thing he ever wanted to face.

Bie Han sat beside him, with one arm around his waist, and said softly: "Well... I've been working on this for the past few months, if you think it's acceptable, I'll be your boss from now on, um... It’s better to be my husband, my husband is better to listen to. In the future, everything about you, from album creation and distribution, promotion, and packaging activities, will be managed by our company. Now the scale is small, and I have to ask others for advice and cooperation on many things. However, tolerance You alone are enough."

"I think, from now on, the whole company will only praise you."

"Any aspect."

A few people turned on the lights and started cutting the cake, and they started arguing about who should eat which piece.

Seeing being hugged by Bie Han, Tang Zhuo was silent for a long time. He took a deep breath, and began to read the regulations of these contracts one by one, word by word, and finally saw the contract period: ten years.

He refused to sign even a five-year contract, Tang Zhuojian suddenly wanted to laugh, turned these pages over and over again, and finally raised his head and asked Bie Han: "What about liquidated damages?"

"I'm afraid you won't sign it, and you haven't written it."

"Are you cheating me or yourself? Write it down and then give it to me." Tang Zhuojian handed the contract back, his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

Enough is enough, he thinks that Bie Han has done enough for him, and he can get whatever he wants, and if he does this again, he is afraid that he will be proud of being favored.

"So...?" Bie Han asked tentatively.

Tang Zhuojian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've already said that, so what's the matter? I'll go back and take a closer look at night."

"Oh, go back tonight and watch it on the bed, okay?" Bie Han blinked.

Tang Zhuojian: "...um."

As far as Tang Zhuo saw the word "um", his birthday party didn't last very late. It was almost nine o'clock, and everyone went back to their respective homes.

Everything he said was fart, why did he watch it on the bed?Who watches that in bed?

The contract was not shown until the end, and it was replaced by a gift from Wen Haishan that was opened.

Does it feel good to use?so that...

At noon the next day, Tang Moyan violently sent the new contract to Bie Han's house.

He was very angry. He was woken up by several serial messages from Biehan in the middle of the night, asking him to reprint the contract and send it over at dawn. I lost the money. I saw that the balance on WeChat and Alipay was 0, and finally called Zhu Qunfei to send him the money quickly. When leaving, the driver was delayed for a long time and scolded me to walk without money, and it was not far away.

Fuck!Who has no money!

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

Tang Zhuo saw Bie Han who pushed him and was still pressing him, tried to sit up, frowned and said, "Someone knocked on the door."

"Leave him alone." Bie Han whispered.

"Dong dong dong dong-"

Tang Zhuojian was about to die of sleepiness. Although it was eight hours in total, he always felt that he had only slept for two or three hours, and he couldn't even open his eyes. It was fine if he was tired, but Bie Han seemed to like Wen Haishan's gift , he was even more sleepy.

"You, you're almost there. Last night, it took so long." Tang Zhuojian closed his eyes slightly, in a state of being completely dominated.

And Bie Han smiled: "Long? Don't you think I can't do it? It's only... ten minutes?"

"What more than ten..." Halfway through the sentence, Tang Zhuojian shut up. He remembered that at that time, he mistold a rumor in the guild that "Cold can only last more than ten minutes" in order to give Xiao a kickback song, and now it's not bad. The retribution is upon oneself.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

The door was so smashed that it hurt my hand, but the person outside the door must have kicked it with their feet.

The knock on the door was timely rain for Tang Zhuojian who was sleepy, but Bie Han was extremely irritable, he followed Tang Zhuojian and forcefully prevented him from opening the door.

"Don't mess with it, open the door!" Tang Zhuojian roared.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!"

"What the hell, who is it? The door is kicked down later, you go open it first!" Tang Zhuo became angry when he saw it, but he couldn't use his strength at all.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

"Check the water meter, check the water meter, open the door!" Zhu Qunfei shouted from outside.

"Dong dong dong dong!" Continue to knock on the door continuously and quickly.

"dong dong dong dong dong dong..."

"Fuck!" Bie Han was also angry, and he stood up to get his clothes.

"Hiss..." Tang Zhuojian closed his eyes and curled up under the quilt, feeling the pain.

Knowing that he was in a hurry, Bie Han hurriedly hugged him: "Sorry, did it hurt?"

Tang Zhuojian shook his head, muffled himself under the quilt and said, "No, go and drive."

"it is good."

The door opened, and Bie Han was wearing a nightgown with a gloomy expression on his face. Zhu Qunfei walked in swaggeringly, glanced at Bie Han, looked around, and said unhappily, "Gaha, it took so long to open the door? Make a baby?"

Bie Han's face was extremely ugly, he cursed coldly: "Fuck you!"

"Damn it!" Zhu Qunfei was stunned, Bie Han seldom swears, he just slapped others coldly, Zhu Qunfei was horrified, looking around, not understanding why Bie Han was so angry.

Tang Moyan put the new contract on the coffee table, looked at Bie Han, and said calmly, "Just transfer the taxi fare to me." After speaking, he dragged Zhu Qunfei to leave.

Zhu Qunfei struggled for a while but was still unwilling: "Ghaha, gaha? I just arrived, can you let me sit for a while and have a glass of water?"

"Don't drink what to drink! You owe it to me!" Tang Moyan grabbed Zhu Qunfei and pushed him out of the door, "I asked you to rewrite the melody for me, have you finished writing it?"

"Fuck, do you have human rights? Ouch, my pimple hurts!" Zhu Qunfei didn't understand, but Tang Moyan was too tough, so tough that he suddenly smelled a hint of conspiracy, so he obediently left, kicking A kick at the gate of Biehan's house.

"Huh? Are you in such a hurry to get me away?" Standing at the elevator entrance, Zhu Qunfei asked.

Tang Moyan rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't you see that Bie Han was still wearing pajamas and looked so angry?"

"I saw it! Hey, you fucking scold me!"

"Call you? If you want me, I'll beat you! Tang Zhuojian didn't come out, you have such a loud voice, if he hasn't woken up, Bie Han will definitely tell you to shut up! He didn't say it, which means Tang Zhuojian is awake, he woke up Look, Bie Han is still wearing a nightgown, scolding you fucking, and moving your seemingly wise head full of shit, what does that mean?" Tang · Soul Translator · Great Detective · Mo Yan successfully reasoned.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Qunfei really moved his seemingly intelligent but full of shit head, suddenly realized, suddenly realized, and exclaimed, "Damn it! Why didn't the boss kill me!"

"I can help him kill you!"

"Pooh!"

Tang Zhuojian was already so hungry when he got up from the bed, he got out of bed slowly, his legs were still a little weak, he walked tremblingly on slippers and went to the kitchen to search for food to fill his stomach, rummaged through the refrigerator, and finally Take a piece of steak out.

"Go and rest, I'll help you." Bie Han walked in, took the steak in his hand, and pushed him out of the kitchen.

Tang Zhuojian glanced at him lightly and snorted coldly.

"What are you doing?" Bie Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Scumbag." Tang Zhuojian scolded, and lay down on the sofa with peace of mind, Bie Han came out, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then went back to the kitchen and closed the door.

Seven ripe, broccoli, mashed potatoes, tableware with gray plaid and white stripes, it looks mouth watering at first sight.Tang Zhuojian felt that Bie Han could not only be a sound mixer, but also play professional e-sports and be a chef.

"How is it?" Bie Han sat next to him and asked him.

Tang Zhuo Jian first cut all the steaks into pieces, and then ate them bit by bit: "I think it's okay." After speaking, he forked a piece to feed Bie Han.

"Who did you learn to cook steak from?" Tang Zhuojian asked.

"Ma Yi, when he lived abroad, he liked to cook us steak and pasta. He said he wanted us to test the poison, and when we were satisfied, he could cook for other girls," Bie Han said. Talking and laughing, "At that time, I watched him cook and learned from the side, but later I learned, they all said that my cooking was delicious, and Ma Yi made it still dark food."

"...so miserable." Tang Zhuojian wanted to laugh at him.

"His seductive means are limited to words."

Tang Zhuojian was curious: "For example?"

"For example..." Bie Han thought for a while, "One time we went to the supermarket to buy vegetables and took a few packs of Salame. I don't know how to translate this in Chinese. It's like sliced ​​sausage. It's very salty. A girl came over and asked Ma Yi asked her if she knew the smell of tears? The girl said yes, and then he said, this is the smell, but if you tell me your number, I swear that I will never do it again for the rest of my life. Let you taste the tears."

"..."

Tang Zhuojian: [smiling].

Tang Zhuojian: "Oh."

Bie Han went to wash the dishes, Tang Zhuo Jian took the newly brought contract, opened it carefully, and read it carefully from beginning to end again, he sat there alone, and thought for a long, long time, until Bie Han packed up the kitchen and came back, he finally picked up a pen and rewrote his name and stamped his handprint.

In fact, he thought about this day, whether it was because he gave up living, smashed the cans, and lived a life like a walking corpse. He imagined a hundred endings, but none of them was like this.

He understood, but he didn't seem to understand why Bie Han did this. He was grateful, but he didn't find any breakthrough for those surging emotions.

He knows that there is someone in this world who is doing things for him that he doesn't know. He knows that there is someone in this world who is willing to shelter him from wind and rain, even if the umbrella is not big enough and the journey is far away.

They haven't been together long enough, but he hopes that time will grow until it disappears.

"Don't be cold." Tang Zhuojian turned his head and saw him sitting lazily beside him at the moment.

It's this, the name that can cause an uproar in my heart just by saying it lightly.

"What?" He asked, but saw Tang Zhuojian approaching suddenly, hugged his neck, and pressed his face into his neck, "What's the matter? Don't make trouble, itches."

Tang Zhuojian just hugged him, pressed his lips to his neck, kissed him slowly, and said, "I just like you very much, very special."

"Okay, I got it." Bie Han smiled, pushed him up, hugged him into his arms, rubbed his hands on his skin, and whispered softly in his ear, "You can, too. Like me a little bit."

"Tang Zhuo Jian..."

"Like me all the time, okay?" That begging, smiling and expectant tone came from the person who was willing to listen to his true emotions back then.

At that time, I had the illusion that he was very difficult to contact and cold, but after all, I never thought that he could be so gentle, so gentle that he was like a scourge, completely submerging his heart, and the whole heart was beating for him.

Tang Zhuo Jian leaned his chin on his shoulder and said without hesitation: "Of course, I am very happy."

What he is about to face may be a more extreme world, darker or better, but don't be cold, no matter whether it is good or bad, at least it is what he wants.

After all, finding someone who understands you is more difficult than finding someone who loves you.

Tang Zhuojian's Weibo personal certification has been changed from "Weibo Musician" to "ELC Studio Signed Musician Tang Zhuojian".

Some clever netizens immediately picked up a bunch of information on Biehan's Facebook, one of which was the establishment of the Equalloudnesscontour (ELC) recording studio.

Tang Zhuojian appeared on Weibo for the first time since Hu Chiyu's incident, and he responded to fans' questions as soon as he appeared.

So the sugary cp fans exploded again, and asked Tang Zhuojian if he signed the contract, or if he signed it for his husband, the sugary cp super chat became sour.

@唐瑞见v: The phone was confiscated by someone before.Yes, when a husband and wife are of the same heart, their benefits can cut gold.

comment:

@跨块女孩李小杰: The male god, the male god, look at me! ! !

@二九必萌: Wow the return of missing persons~

@四大都空: It’s husband and wife, husband and wife!Who is the wife hahahaha!

@爱的Montage: If the goddamn husband and wife are of the same heart, their benefits will cut through gold.

……

It's not too much to watch a play.The official blog of NightLight, the music label of the record company to which Nightlight belongs, directly posted that the exclusive music program of Nightlight will be launched soon, and the guest invited for the first episode is Tang Zhuojian and the partner ELC.

"Well, it's a musician, not just a singer, let alone a traffic artist."

The cp fans who were fed dog food on Weibo made a big fuss, and they wished to give everyone a comfort: "Sugar cp, as the name suggests, contains sugar, super polysaccharides, sweet to greasy, do you want to consider joining the religion?"

When they were having fun, NightLight and ELC were having a happy dinner together.More than a dozen people chatted around Tang Zhuojian, and finally joked that he was very ambitious, and it was difficult to be alone in this circle.

But Bie Han did so much just to let him be alone, Tang Zhuojian didn't say anything about it, he just smiled and didn't refute, time will find the best answer.

"When you get in touch with a few more celebrities, you will find that there are countless gunmen in the circle. Do you really think that how many songs are written by those talented musicians? They all signed contracts to buy out the copyright! For example... ...Hu Chiyu? Hahahaha!" Wei Qing laughed loudly, and the people next to him obviously felt that they also dismissed Hu Chiyu, and laughed along with him.

"I've heard a certain superstar sing. The pitch is so accurate. It's a hard job for the sound mixer. It's not for nothing that his songs always like to make electronic electronic sounds. If there are too many out-of-tune tunes, it will be electronic sounds after repairing. It's better to just go straight to the whole song. , still a style."

"That's right, his vocal range is only eight degrees, at most nine degrees!"

"Don't talk nonsense, people randomly post tens of millions of Weibo reposts, and our night lights only have a few thousand. Think about the misery Tang Zhuo saw a while ago."

"I have to say that the fans are really powerful now, swiping songs, swiping charts and voting, etc., in the data age, it can't be compared!"

"Why are our fans so Buddha? Last time I met one, she asked me if I had eaten, I said no, she said anyway, she ate, you must be hungry."

"Hahahahaha! Some fans are super cute, fans of a superstar..."

"They still have illegitimate fans. I hate those fans who disturb their lives. We can't wait to live broadcast 24 hours hahahahaha!"

Obviously, Hu Chiyu, who is so popular, and his fans have not been appreciated by many seniors.

Enough laughing, Wei Qing patted Tang Zhuojian on the shoulder, and said: "Your starting point is different from theirs, and your destination is also different. Remember that you want to be a musician, not just a singer, let alone a traffic artist! Calm down and slow down." Make your own stuff slowly, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have many fans, someone is always listening carefully, even if the road is difficult, never betray yourself!”

Tang Zhuojian nodded, raised his wine glass to respect him.

Tang Moyan clinked glasses with Tang Zhuojian in the air, patted his chest and proudly said: "Finally I'm going to debut, your boss has already given me a death order, and from tomorrow onwards, you will learn how to arrange music with me systematically! No How can it be made?"

"it is good."

The general environment is already like this, but it cannot stop him from finding another way.

Some roads are quite difficult, but he always remembers a sentence he has seen: Don't doubt your own strength, every test is God wants you to get closer to the real you.