After setting the date for the release of the summer album in July, Kaledo was busy in the company every day.
Compared to the regular album, the mini album plan only included one main song and three non-main songs. The main song was a song the company bought from abroad, and one of the three non-main songs was a previous composition by Fang Juexia.
After all, it was a follow-up mini album, so there was not much pressure. Everyone was relatively relaxed and participated in the production with the mentality of playing music. Summer was a season full of sunshine and romance, so the style of the music this time was also targeted. Compared to the previous albums, which were full of strong feelings, this album needed to add more elements of love.
Therefore, the producer and boss, Chen Zhengyun, did not let Pei Tingsong write the lyrics of all the songs as he did in the past.
"Xiao Pei's style of writing is too intense. It's not gentle enough." Chen Zhengyun discussed during the meeting. "This time, it needs to have the feeling of a summer love song."
Fang Juexia, who usually did not raise any objections during meetings, refuted in his heart. Pei Tingsong could be very gentle. He could coax people, read poems to him, and even buy him flowers and candies.
He was the most qualified person in the world to refute.
Others could only see Pei Tingsong's thorns. Only Fang Juexia could touch his soft heart.
"How am I not gentle?" Pei Tingsong was very unconvinced when he heard this evaluation. He directly slammed the table in the conference room and challenged his boss as usual.
Everyone laughed. "You call this gentle?"
He Ziyan smiled and said, "Other people might write love songs like 'I love you, you love me' or something like that. When it comes to Xiao Pei, he will directly crush your head."
Ling Yi: "Brothers, let's be afraid of the public chat!"
Lu Yuan touched his chin. "Fierce men are gentle, hahahaha!"
Jiang Miao, who had never participated in the activities of fighting against tyrants, also glanced at Pei Tingsong. "Maybe after Xiao Pei falls in love, he can write more lyrics with a more romantic atmosphere."
Pei Tingsong desperately wanted to refute, "No, you guys …"
Fang Juexia pursed his lips and cleared his throat. His expression was like a little hamster with a pouty mouth. His cheeks were full of secrets.
Alright. Pei Tingsong gave up. He decided not to be a giant with words. He wanted to use his actions to prove that he could write love songs.
"Just you wait. I can definitely do it."
He Ziyan teased him. "Is there anything Xiao Pei can't do?"
Pei Tingsong could not be bothered with them. His fingers twirled the pen nimbly. Chen Zhengyun played the selected songs one by one for them to listen to, and everyone discussed the appropriate style of arrangement.
Fang Juexia looked up and listened attentively. Suddenly, he felt something touch his calf. He lowered his head in confusion and saw a foot in a purple AJ stretched out in front of his leg. He had just come out of the practice room and was still wearing loose dance pants. The tip of the foot had lifted up his pants and touched his calf twice.
When Fang Juexia looked up, he saw Pei Tingsong tilting his head at him. His eyes were full of meaning and he was twirling the pen in his hand.
Fang Juexia thought that Pei Tingsong was probably blaming him for not speaking up for him.
He retracted his leg and did not accept Pei Tingsong's disguised reprimand.
"We are also talking about collaborating with some TV series this summer. There is a possibility that one of the songs will be used as an interlude song for the TV series."
Cheng Qiang was still talking. Fang Juexia tried to focus and listen carefully, but it was inevitable that he would be distracted. Because every time he retreated, Pei Tingsong would advance another point.
Pei Tingsong liked to play with fire. In front of so many people, he teased him without blushing.
"So we have to speed up. After the demo, we have to send it to the producers to choose the song."
However, Fang Juexia was never a little white rabbit that could be bullied by others. He was especially angry when it came to Pei Tingsong.
With a clatter, the pen by Fang Juexia's elbow fell to the ground. He apologized softly and bent down to pick it up. His hand reached for the uncapped marker. He directly grabbed Pei Tingsong's leg and quickly drew a cross on his exposed ankle.
Then he sat up quietly and put the pen on the table.
No one noticed the ambiguous undercurrent under the table. Except for the small wrong mark, there was no evidence.
Although everyone made fun of Pei Tingsong during the meeting, when the demo of the theme song was given, it only took two days for Pei Tingsong to complete it. It was much faster than the lyricist arranged for the same period. With the two sets of lyrics in hand, Chen Zhengyun carefully compared them. Pei Tingsong's lyrics were more spiritual and more poetic. It was not an assembly line of lyrics that could be found everywhere. It was just "you love me, I love you".
After the theme song was decided, Kaledo and the other five went into the recording studio to record. Learning from their previous experience, Xingtu was very careful in keeping the demo and the finished song. They were afraid that the previous mistakes would happen again.
During this time, Xingtu and Kaledo's official Weibo also released a trailer. Although there was not even a promotional picture and only a short sentence, the fans' excitement was indescribable. The number of reposts and comments soared.
Everyone had guessed that with the popularity of "Breaking the Formation", Xingtu would definitely strike while the iron was hot and withdraw from the follow-up program. They did not expect it to happen so soon.
In the middle of the program, Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong would go to record "Escape". The popularity of the program increased with each episode. Every Saturday, when it was broadcast, the aural couple would be on the hot search list.
The cost of the program was also increasing. For the new episode, they built a small planetarium. After the recording, the guests gathered for dinner as usual. After dinner, the self-study couple left because they had something to do. Shang Sirui insisted on going to the KTV, so they continued with the night activities.
"Hey, this time we have to take a picture to gain the initiative." Shang Sirui joked about He Ziyan's scandal. "Otherwise, I'll get a girlfriend."
Zhai Ying laughed and said, "You wish."
Pei Tingsong teased, "Huo Ge has received so many idol drama scripts now. It's a blessing in disguise."
As they played, they began to chat. These few people got along well with each other. Every time they gathered, they would talk about themselves more or less. Fang Juexia was always a listener. He did not expect to hear Zhai Ying talk about astar this time.
She first mentioned that the group's return was delayed. Shang Sirui asked why, and only then did he know that there was a big conflict between the top management of astar. There were two factions pulling at each other.
Although Fang Juexia was no longer in astar, he had more or less heard about it when he was practicing. Astar originally relied on a few popular singers and groups in the early days to make a fortune. One of the veteran national singers, Li Luo, also became one of the shareholders of astar. However, after the boss retired, he supported Kim Hyangcheng. However, Kim Hyangcheng used underhanded methods. Although he used his own methods to promote many popular groups, he made many enemies.
He remembered that Ling Yi had casually mentioned that astar's stock had fallen. Besides Pei Tingsong's sister causing trouble, the internal strife among the top management must have something to do with it.
Pei Tingsong asked casually, "Internal strife among the top management? Why did they delay your return?"
Zhai Ying took a sip of her beer. "Because we are a group planned by Mr. Li."
Fang Juexia asked, "Li Luo?"
"That's right. There's also a more important question. "She shrugged." I'm Li Luo's sister-in-law. In other words, he's my brother-in-law. "
Shang Sirui suddenly understood. "Oh! No wonder you can debut in such a short time! "
"I'm very capable myself, okay? Otherwise, do you think it's so easy to be in the girl group ACE? "
Fang Juexia finally understood. Zhai Ying came from nowhere. No wonder he did not see her when he left. She did not mind his past relationship with astar even though she knew about it. Now, everything made sense.
She probably did not like Kim Hyangcheng.
Fang Juexia analyzed, "Based on Kim Hyangcheng's style, before he stabilizes his position, he probably won't let you return. If your results are good, it's equivalent to helping Mr. Li's prestige. Besides, your group is so popular, your results shouldn't be bad. "
"That's why I hope we don't return. I'm afraid that he'll deliberately give us bad songs. He's already done this once before and caused our group to suffer a lot. "Zhai Ying sighed." After all, we're not like you guys who can compose our own songs. "
Fang Juexia smiled. "Our company is small, so we can't do anything about it."
After the gathering ended, they left separately. Fang Juexia was still thinking about astar on his way back. When he first entered astar, one of the interviewers was Li Luo. It could be said that Li Luo was the one who led him into astar. When he was a trainee, Li Luo also gave him a lot of help. So much so that everyone thought that he would definitely debut in a new boy group.
Until Kim Hyangcheng snatched the planning and execution rights of "Seven Luminaries" from Li Luo.
Things were unpredictable. He was no longer a member of astar, but such open and secret strife still did not stop.
However, Fang Juexia always had a bad feeling. He was even a little worried about Liang Ruo. Although they had already said that they would have nothing to do with each other in the future, he still didn't want Liang Ruo to become a victim of the struggle for interests.
Or rather, he didn't want anyone to become a victim.
In addition to completing their personal schedules, their daily work was to come to the company to prepare the album. Although they didn't have to record songs, there should be a stage for the subsequent fan meetings and some variety shows. Therefore, Fang Juexia and Lu Yuan still choreographed the dance. This time, the style was more casual and natural. After grinding on the choreography details for the whole afternoon, Lu Yuan was half starving. He dragged Fang Juexia to eat.
Thinking that Pei Tingsong was still writing the lyrics in his small studio and was absent-minded during the meal, Chang Ge called Lu Yuan away.
"Take your time. I'll go over first."
"Okay." Watching Lu Yuan leave, Fang Juexia put down his chopsticks, packed a bowl of shrimp seed noodles and mung bean ice, and went directly to Pei Tingsong.
The studio where he usually wrote songs was next to the piano room, and opposite was the vocal room. It was originally a small practice room. At first, the Star Map only occupied one floor of this large office building. Resources were scarce, so even such a small room was equipped with a mirror. Later, it slowly developed, and there were more and more practice rooms on the bottom five floors of the Star Map. Almost no one used it, and gradually it was abandoned and became a storage room.
The Little Devil kept pestering Chen Zhengyun, saying that he needed a place to write his own songs. Only then did he arrange it for him.
Fang Juexia came out of the elevator with his packed food. Speaking of which, this was the first time he came to his small studio.
When he walked to the door, Fang Juexia was a little hesitant. He knocked on the door. There was no response, but there was clearly the sound of an electronic piano inside.
Can't you hear it? Fang Juexia raised his hand and was about to knock on the door again. Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened. His hand hung in the air.
"You're here?" Pei Tingsong took his raised hand and pulled him in. His expression changed very quickly. Originally, he was impatient to be disturbed, but when he saw that it was Fang Juexia, he immediately revealed a childish smile. His expression changed faster than flipping a book.
"I asked you to eat, but you didn't want to." Fang Juexia cautiously pushed the door behind him and handed the food in his hand to him. "I was just going to eat, so I brought some up for you."
This room was indeed not big, but it had everything. After entering the room, there was a row of workstations and musical instruments against the wall. On the right was the original large mirror, and there was a carpet in the room. There were also several lounging sofas. This environment was very suitable for Pei Tingsong's American style of leisure.
Seeing that Fang Juexia still remembered to bring food for him, Pei Tingsong happily took it. He hugged his waist and kissed his cheek. "You're so good to me." He was wearing a milky white short-sleeved shirt, a pair of glasses, and his hair was obedient. He really did look like a college student.
Fang Juexia pushed his chest. "Don't …"
"Don't worry, I removed the surveillance cameras here." Pei Tingsong said casually. He picked up Fang Juexia and carried him to sit on his workstation. He held the workstation with both hands and encircled him.
Fang Juexia's heart pounded violently. The small room's air-conditioning temperature was obviously very low, but he still felt hot. "Why did you remove the surveillance cameras?"
"I feel very uncomfortable with the surveillance cameras. I can't concentrate on my work." Pei Tingsong curled the corners of his mouth and took off his glasses with one hand. "But now it seems that I still have a lot of foresight."
After saying that, he kissed him. Fang Juexia had nowhere to hide, so he retaliated by biting him. However, he couldn't bear to use too much force, so it had the opposite effect. In Pei Tingsong's eyes, it was simply teasing.
Just like the cross he drew on his ankle.
Fang Juexia's teasing was always unconscious, and even he didn't realize it.
The hot kiss made Fang Juexia dizzy. He couldn't see anything except Pei Tingsong's handsome face. He breathed in the air intermittently, and his rationality was intermittent. He was wandering between resistance and obedience, and the words he said were covered with a hot fog.
He thought of Pei Tingsong's clothes. They were so white and so clean.
So clean.
This gave him a reason that seemed to hold water.
"Don't … I danced, and I'm very dirty. I've dirtied your clothes."
Pei Tingsong chuckled and separated from him briefly. His eyes were still staring at the moist light spots on his lips. "How many times have I dirtied you? You can pay me back. "
Pei Tingsong was even more vulgar than before now that he had tasted meat. Originally, Fang Juexia thought that he was a guy with no bottom line. Now that he thought about it, he might be even more shameless than he thought.
This short pause made Fang Juexia look up, but when he looked up, he saw a row of mirrors on the opposite wall. He saw his red neck and ears, and his heart thumped hard against his chest.
"The noodles will be cold soon." Fang Juexia pushed him away and got down from the table. His movements were hurried, and Xiao Pei's manuscripts fluttered to the ground like snowflakes.
Pei Tingsong saw him squatting down to pick them up and wanted to tug at him. "Don't worry about it. They're all rubbish manuscripts. I didn't want them in the first place. Come and sit down. Eat with me. "
Fang Juexia refused. "You eat first. I feel bad looking at these scattered on the ground."
Alright, who asked his little white flower to have OCD? However, Pei Tingsong did not listen to him. He squatted down to pick them up with him. Fang Juexia put away all the rubbish manuscripts. He was afraid that Pei Tingsong would make a fuss and refuse to eat properly, so he grabbed the stack of papers and went to the couch in the corner. To prevent Pei Tingsong from continuing, he forcibly changed the topic. "Are these the rubbish manuscripts you wrote for the lyrics?"
"Not all of them. Some of them are just random things I wrote while I was in a daze." He actually did not have much of an appetite, so he took a straw and poked the mung bean smoothie. He took a sip from the cup in his left hand and casually played a few notes on the electronic piano with his right hand.
Fang Juexia did not have the habit of flipping through other people's manuscripts. He simply felt that the words on the topmost page were very beautiful. The lines were beautifully written, and the handwriting was flowing smoothly. At first glance, he could tell that it was the product of abundant inspiration. It did not look like a rubbish manuscript at all, but more like a poem.
So he silently recited it in his heart.
[Love turns people into stupid contradictions.
Their minds are muddled, and they give up on themselves.
Want to use the safest embrace in the world.
Wrap up your fragile bones and dreams.
Sleep peacefully, I am the loyal watchman of the night.
Your gently beating heart is in my hands.
The whole world is in my hands.
But I also think, in the unguarded late at night.
On your soft coastline.
Start the most dangerous battle.
Burn the smoke of gunpowder all night long.
Destined to be defeated, I will put the last bullet in your body.
Into your body.]
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