Pei Tingsong understood Fang Juexia's words almost instantly.
Most people in the world were looking for true love in the vast sea of people every day. They were so paralyzed by the stories that they mistakenly believed that they could love someone for the rest of their life. Everyone thought that they had obtained honey that would never be diluted in a lifetime, but in fact, most of them were inferior cans that would soon expire. After the poisonous industrial chemical was fed mouthfuls, the sweet illusion would dissipate, leaving only the painful sequelae. It would take at least a few months, at most a few years, or even a lifetime.
No one could deny the existence of rational numbers, but compared to the continuous and dense irrational numbers, those discrete points were rarer than meteors.
He suddenly became curious, so he spoke without hesitation.
"Let's say, I'm just making a hypothesis," Pei Tingsong looked into Fang Juexia's eyes and asked, "If you really fell in love with someone one day, what would you do?"
Fang Juexia looked at him silently, his eyes uncontrollably shaking. He was stumped by the question. This question seemed to have been cut out of his life plan since he could remember. He had never thought about the possibility of falling in love with someone, let alone making hypotheses in advance to deduce in his heart.
"I don't know." He finally told the truth, "This hypothesis is meaningless. People are a collection of complex physiological mechanisms. It's difficult for you to control even one of your nerves, let alone …"
Let alone control the emotions of loving someone.
He didn't finish the rest of his sentence. He didn't know why, but he couldn't say anything in the face of Pei Tingsong. He could only swallow his words, shrug, and throw the question back, "What about you?"
"Me?" Pei Tingsong thought for a moment, "Although I haven't seen true love, and I don't want to pursue it. But if it really appears … "
"I won't hide." He raised his eyebrows, "Even if I choose an irrational number, it doesn't matter. I'll treat it as a rational number. It's a bit idealistic, but I feel that some things can be changed by my will. "
Fang Juexia admired his courage. If these words were said by other people, it would be more or less like a moth to a flame, but it seemed different for Pei Tingsong.
"Your mother is the same, using her own will to wait. At least in her heart, she was still holding onto a rational number. Her love is not dead yet. "
Fang Juexia agreed with what he said. In the depths of his mother's heart, that person would always return. But Fang Juexia didn't believe it. "But you've seen it from her. Most of the relationships that fail are failures. You haven't even seen a successful example with your own eyes. Aren't you afraid of stepping into failure? "
In the face of Fang Juexia's questioning, Pei Tingsong seemed very relaxed. "I'm not afraid of failure, nor am I afraid of low probability and scarcity. On the contrary, I really like it. "
He said boldly and straightforwardly, "What I want is the most scarce thing in the world."
Fang Juexia was speechless. They were both the product of failed families, but one was indulgent and only sought freedom, while the other was precise and avoided mistakes. They held diametrically opposite views and had extreme attitudes towards love. But even so, Fang Juexia had to admit that he was convinced by Pei Tingsong.
Pei Tingsong's cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting the game of love views. After he picked up, he simply replied a few words and hung up.
"The boss asked us to go to the company and finish the title song." He stood up and stretched. Fang Juexia also stood up and put the pot of cactus in a safe corner. He picked up the spray bottle and sprayed some water. After observing for a while, he sprayed some more. Then he unexpectedly discovered something. With a tone of surprise, he said to himself, "Is it going to bloom?"
Pei Tingsong looked at him squatting on the ground and seriously pulling the top of the cactus. He couldn't help but laugh again.
"Fang Juexia, you're living in your grandfather's shell," Fang Juexia said.
Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant. He turned around and looked at him, still holding the small spray bottle in his hand.
"Your father is a person who values art as his life, and your mother is willing to sacrifice herself for love. Aren't you particular about science? The power of genes is very strong. You're the child of these two people. " Pei Tingsong put his hands in his pockets and smiled. "So you're actually a romantic in your bones."
"You'll have to admit it one day."
After saying that, he left, leaving Fang Juexia alone. He was stunned for a minute, then turned around and stared at the cactus.
He was a romantic. This word had a hyperbolic relationship with him.
When he rushed to the company, the boss, Chen Zhengyun, was also there. He had already heard Fang Juexia's lyricless demo and praised him greatly. He found that he was naturally sensitive to melodies. To a large extent, composing was a job that depended on talent. Some people couldn't write a catchy melody no matter how hard they studied music theory.
"I've been training you to be a dancer before, and I thought that the path was particularly correct. Now it seems that the company almost missed a treasure. " Chen Zhengyun used to be a singer-songwriter himself. Before he started the company, he had already transformed into an excellent producer and wrote many songs. He was generous with his praise for Fang Juexia's talent. "Since it's the main song, we still hope that it's not just a song that's more about performance than melody. It has to be popular, so that people can remember it after listening to it once."
Another composer in the company strummed their altered composition on the guitar.
"This is the third version. We've been discussing it for hours. When Ziyan comes back, she'll change it with us."
Pei Tingsong sat on the side. "If you change it too much, your ears will get numb and you won't be able to tell if it's good or bad."
"That's why I called you guys over." Chen Zhengyun began to beat him up again. "What about you? How about the lyrics? Can you handle the concept of this song? "
Pei Tingsong told the truth. "My mind is in a mess. This song is a bit complicated, and there are many concepts. It's hard for me to sort out the core …"
As he spoke, the door opened again. Jiang Miao and Ling Yi also came in.
"I'm late." Jiang Miao moved a chair and sat down. Chen Zhengyun said it was fine. "Xiao Miao, I asked them to bring your piano over."
Everyone started to discuss again. Fang Juexia was still recalling the song played by the composer. The melody was broken down in his mind, section by section, and even note by note.
While others were discussing, Fang Juexia sat in front of an electronic piano. He played a very simple harmony and then tried to hum the melody. However, he got stuck in the middle. He tried again and found that it was the same.
Pei Tingsong also found that he was trying alone, so he sneaked over and sat next to him. "Have you thought of something?"
"I think you're right." Fang Juexia put his hands on the black and white keys. "Our melody is too full. In fact, it's not necessary. The burning point can be solved with the arrangement. If the melody is too full, it's easy for people to get confused when listening to it and not remember the key."
He tried to hum after cutting out part of the melody, and it sounded much better. Pei Tingsong nodded. "But this will reduce the intensity of the melody."
"It won't." Fang Juexia was very sure. "Because I'm playing the simplest chords for you now. The arrangement is the soul of dance music. The melody is fine, not the quantity. A good arrangement can completely reflect the layers, rhythm, and artistic conception of the song. "
Looking at his serious face, Pei Tingsong suddenly felt that Fang Juexia was very handsome.
As he played, Fang Juexia suddenly remembered the song Jiang Miao played when she was practicing the piano last night. It was the famous pipa song "Ambush on All Sides." At that time, he deliberately went to listen to it. At the beginning, the sweeping of the strings was full of murderous intent. It was like the song of Kongcheng that forced thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers to retreat.
A melody appeared in his mind. He only hummed a few lines and it attracted Pei Tingsong's attention. "This is good. When a few turns are connected, it has a Chinese style feeling."
Fang Juexia smiled and played on the keyboard again. The others were also attracted. Chen Zhengyun looked at him and asked, "Did you just write this?"
His hands stopped moving. Fang Juexia memorized the score and then told everyone his thoughts. "We've been adding things to the melody before, and the more complicated it gets, the more complicated it becomes. Maybe it's because I didn't participate in the composition and only listened to the arranged demo. Just now, when I heard the piano version of the composition played by the teacher, I realized that we've actually filled up the melody too much. It's hard to tell when it's placed in a complicated arrangement, but it can be seen when it's played by the piano alone."
He tried to talk about the main song in the composition. "A good dance music, even if it's matched with the simplest chords, can be very good without plugging in. This is the melody. When I tried to play it just now, I realized that this song has a lot of redundant parts. It's good to cut some parts and add in a repetitive melody. "
Pei Tingsong listened to the song he played and suddenly thought of something. He said to Jiang Miao, "Miao Ge, can you play the zither?"
Hearing this, Fang Juexia couldn't help but be a little surprised. He hadn't said anything yet, but Pei Tingsong had already understood what he was thinking. It was a little unbelievable.
Jiang Miao smiled and sat down beside the piano. She glued her nails and asked, "What do you want to play?"
"Just sweep the strings. I'll follow your sweep. "Fang Juexia put his hands on the piano keys and waited for Jiang Miao's signal. He lowered his head and slightly gathered his fingertips. He shook his wrist and swept down a note, like a gust of cold wind.
This was the effect Fang Juexia wanted. When he swept the second note, the sound of the keyboard went in to replace the main song, and Fang Juexia hummed a tune. He Ziyan quickly realized the style he wanted and took out a percussion pad to hit the rhythm.
The whole collaboration was very simple and temporary, but it was strangely mixed. Fang Juexia continued, "Previously, only the elements were given, but there was no main concept, so it was very confusing. But yesterday, I heard Miao Ge practicing the zither with a pipa song. The first few sweep and sweep of Ambush from All Sides were very murderous. I was wondering if we could use the concept of a warrior for this song. "
He was usually a man of few words, but when he talked about his understanding of music and the stage, his eyes were full of light. "Just like the drums and formations of ancient marching armies, as well as the sword dance, these are all of the same origin as singing and dancing. We can use the concept of a warrior and use a strong rhythm and aggressive arrangement with a composition with a sense of sadness and faith. I believe that we can combine the effect we want before very well. "
He Ziyan suddenly had an idea. He used his midi to pick out a sound that was very similar to the sound of a sword. He said to Jiang Miao, "Sweep it again."
The midi sound of a sword and a zither swept into one, like a swordsman fighting.
"Good, this concept is very good." Chen Zhengyun added, "When the time comes, we can sample the real sword sound and put it together with the electronic sound. It should be more similar to the scene of a sword."
Pei Tingsong suddenly had an idea. He seemed to have seen the scene of a desperate battle under Ambush from All Sides, so he buried his head and wrote a few lines to set the tone.
The room of people stayed up all night for a song, but they didn't feel tired at all. Later, Lu Yuan also came. They sorted out the complete melody, and Pei Tingsong gave the first version of the lyrics almost immediately. They simply changed their position and went to the recording studio to record the demo with lyrics.
When they came out of the recording studio, the sky was completely bright. The six boys collapsed on the big sofa in the recording studio, their heads touching each other. Chen Zhengyun jokingly said that they looked like a litter of puppies. Fang Juexia felt lucky. Although they didn't debut in a big company with rich resources, they had more creative freedom.
"In the next few days, we'll rush to come up with the arrangement. Everyone, practice and strive for next month, no, next month, we'll release the trailer."
"We're finally going to have a second job!" Ling Yi excitedly bit He Ziyan's jacket, but he slapped her away. "You're really a Chihuahua."
Kaleido's popularity was increasing day by day, and more and more jobs came to them. However, in order to prepare for the second season, the company pushed back a lot of commercial activities. Except for some variety shows and endorsements that they had signed before, there was no other work arranged, so they could concentrate on practicing. Kaleido was a boy group, after all. Although popularity and exposure were important, the foundation of a boy group was still songs and stage. Only by delivering a satisfactory answer sheet, their current popularity would not become a bubble that could burst at any time.
While the song was being produced, they also began a new round of styling and MV planning. Xingtu spent a lot of money to hire a stage costume designer to design costumes for the six of them for the MV shooting and singing performances. In the past, the company was too poor to spend money on styling. Now that Kaleido was starting to make money, the money had to be used wisely.
Pei Tingsong had not dyed his hair much since his debut because of his daily studies. However, this time, the concept of his comeback was very aggressive, which was the most consistent with Pei Tingsong. Dyeing his hair was a great tool to attract attention. The planner and stylist made a lot of plans. His original hair color was too dark, so they bleached his hair and dyed it silver-white.
Dyeing his hair was a tough job. Pei Tingsong had to go to school and practice at the same time. He couldn't sleep in on weekends, so he was pulled up early to bleach his hair. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep several times, but when he woke up, he felt hungry.
"You're so sleepy." The hairstylist couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm too sleepy." Pei Tingsong looked at their plans and thought of something, so he asked the hairstylist, "What hair color is Juexia this time?"
"Juexia. He might be dyed black this time."
Black hair. Pei Tingsong thought about it. Fang Juexia's skin was fair, and his pupils were light. His original hair color was already brown. However, he was too distant, and his temperament was too cold. The company wanted to improve his friendliness and make it easier for him to attract fans, so they had always dyed his hair dark brown. Now that he was dyed black, the contrast with his skin color would be stronger, so he should look colder.
"When will he dye it?"
"He might be a little late. Anyway, he doesn't need to bleach his hair. The colored one will try the color first. After you, it will be Ling Yi's turn."
He thought that Fang Juexia would come today. Pei Tingsong thought about it, then took out his phone and opened WeChat.
After an hour of dancing in the practice room, Fang Juexia's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Pei Tingsong.
[Guide Dog: Where are you? What are you doing? I'm starving.]
What was this, asking him to send food? Fang Juexia thought about it and pretended that he didn't understand.
[Other than being pretty, it's still pretty: Practice room, dance, order takeout when you're hungry.]
After sending the message, Fang Juexia was still very happy. He leaned his head against the wall and tapped lightly. The little clock in his heart ticked ten times, and his phone vibrated again.
[Guide Dog: Hello, I'd like a crab roe pan fry and a scallion oil noodles with less oil.]
He even sent a begging emoji.
Fang Juexia looked at the time, picked up his clothes, stood up, and left the practice room. There was a snack bar downstairs that had been open for more than ten years. The soup dumplings inside were the best. The people in the company often sent more than ten steamers up. Fang Juexia also had the boss's number in his phone, but he still went downstairs and bought it in person.
He didn't know why, but he probably just wanted to take a walk.
"Hey? Juexia, you haven't been here for a long time. What would you like to eat? "The boss was a very warm-hearted middle-aged man. He had a Shanghai flavor and was very friendly.
Fang Juexia ordered what Pei Tingsong had ordered before and added a cup of soy milk. "Please pack it up for me."
"Okay, okay. You don't want chili sauce for the pan-fried dumplings, right?" The boss was very familiar with his taste.
"Yes," Fang Juexia immediately said, "I want chili sauce."
The boss's hands stopped moving. "Oh, you're eating spicy food?"
"No …" Fang Juexia smiled. "It's for the kids in the team."
"Oh …" The boss also smiled. "You guys are really close, like brothers." As he spoke, he had already packed the snacks and handed them to Juexia. "Come again next time."
"Thank you, boss."
It was also strange. Pei Tingsong was originally very sleepy, but after sending the message to Fang Juexia, he was energized and couldn't fall asleep even with his eyes closed. He looked at himself in the mirror and began to hum out of boredom.
"What song is this?" The hairstylist checked the fading of his hair and said casually, "It's quite nice."
Pei Tingsong then realized that he had subconsciously hummed the song written by Fang Juexia.
"I just hummed it casually …"
He almost let the song out for him.
Just as he was feeling guilty, a slender and fair hand appeared in front of him, carrying a takeout box and placing it on the counter in front of him. Pei Tingsong looked up in surprise and saw Fang Juexia fully clothed, revealing only a pair of eyes and a birthmark.
"You're covered so tightly, but it's useless."
He could recognize him just by his hands.
Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant. "Why is it useless?"
Pei Tingsong changed his mind. "What I mean is, what's the use of not covering that birthmark? Is there another person in the world with a birthmark like that?"
What he said seemed to make sense. Fang Juexia turned his head to look at the mirror and touched the birthmark at the corner of his eye. Then he thought of something and turned to him. "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"I'm really starving." He picked up a pan-fried bun and took a bite. "Aren't you eating?" he asked in a muffled voice.
"I've had breakfast." Fang Juexia didn't even sit down. Pei Tingsong suspected that he was really just here to give him something and might leave immediately.
"Eat some more." Pei Tingsong used his figure as an excuse and insisted that Fang Juexia eat as well. Fang Juexia couldn't persuade him, so he sat beside him and ate a pan-fried bun.
Fang Juexia ate in a very refined manner. Every time he ate, he would lick his lips out of habit. The more Pei Tingsong observed him, the more he felt that Fang Juexia was different from many of the boys he had met, but he couldn't tell what was different about him.
After finishing the pan-fried bun, Fang Juexia wiped his hands clean with a tissue. Seeing that Pei Tingsong kept looking at him, he felt strange. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Nothing." Pei Tingsong looked away and quickly changed the topic. "My scalp hurts." He raised his hand, but Fang Juexia grabbed his wrist.
"Don't scratch it," Fang Juexia said. "Bleaching your hair hurts your scalp. Don't get the fading cream on your hand."
Pei Tingsong liked the feeling of being controlled by Fang Juexia. He didn't know why, but he was the kind of person who would listen to what others said.
"But my scalp hurts."
"I know." Fang Juexia lowered his head and pinched Pei Tingsong's forearm. Pei Tingsong didn't expect this at all. "What are you doing?"
"This can divert your attention." Fang Juexia pinched him again, then raised his head and smiled at him.
Pei Tingsong's gaze moved from his smiling eyes to the corner of his mouth and the lips that he had just licked. However, the other party was soon immersed in the game of pinching him and didn't notice Pei Tingsong's dazed gaze.
The hair dyer was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly laughed. "Hey, the last episode of your amusement park show came out. The haunted house special. "
His voice pulled Pei Tingsong back from his thoughts and made Fang Juexia let go of his hand. He turned his head and asked, "So soon? I didn't see it. "
"You're all on the hot search list. Go take a look! "
Fang Juexia took out his phone and opened Weibo, which he rarely used. He clicked on the hot search list and saw the familiar name.
"The second and third hot search list are yours."
Hearing Fang Juexia's tone and cute tone, Pei Tingsong felt quite proud. He felt very comfortable, so he cleared his throat and put on a casual expression. "Really? Why are you on the hot search list again? "
"Yes." Fang Juexia showed him his phone, his face full of desire to share. "Look."
Pei Tingsong deliberately glanced at it and was surprised.
# Pei Tingsong Haunted House #
# Pei Tingsong #
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