pheromone trapping

Chapter 69 Epilogue

I seem to have forgotten to feel the breeze

I seem to have forgotten to feel the sunshine

I seem to have forgotten to feel the streets

I seem to forget to feel people

I seem to have forgotten to feel life

Oh

I really forgot to feel life

I really forgot to feel everything

Including myself

……

"And then?" Zhang Yongyuan asked.

"And then it's gone." Jian Xiwen said, taking a sip of coffee.

Zhang Yongyuan looked at the lyrics sent by Jian Xiwen on his mobile phone, thought about it and said, "It seems interesting, but it doesn't seem interesting..."

Jian Xiwen stared: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yongyuan tapped on the screen of the mobile phone: "You continue to write, there is only one paragraph of lyrics for people to say? If there is only one paragraph, it will be too simple, too simple, and it will seem a bit monotonous. You have to write down, the second paragraph and the third paragraph Duan, heighten your emotions, understand?"

Jian Xiwen's eyes were dull.

Zhang Yongyuan shook his head: "Where is the song? Is it finished?"

Jian Xiwen drank the remaining half cup of coffee in one go, took a deep breath, and then said, "No."

Zhang Yongyuan couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Jian Xiwen scratched her hair frantically: "The homework is due in one week!!! I won't be unable to write it?! Help! This is linked to the final grade! My God! What should I do?!"

Zhang Yongyuan ate the cake slowly: "Just hand in the score? All the big homework, the music, lyrics, and arrangement, can't be finished until the next semester."

Jian Xiwen frowned: "I can't write the song now, I don't seem to know how to compose. I'm done, I'm exhausted, I can't graduate, I will become the biggest joke in the entertainment industry! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhang Yongyuan raised his index finger: "Shhhhh!! Don't shout so loudly! I want people to notice you!"

Jian Xiwen looked at the empty store, and then at Zhang Yongyuan.

"We came too early." Zhang Yongyuan said, "There is only business in the store at night, and there are a lot of people, especially in summer nights, everyone likes to sit on the terrace outside, listen to music and chat. See that?"

Zhang Yongyuan pointed to a small wooden stage outside the window. It was no more than four meters long and wide. It was not at the same level as the professional stage that Jian Xiwen performed in the past.

"Just play there."

Zhang Yongyuan looked at Jian Xiwen's expression and said, "Anyway, you have nothing to do during the summer vacation, so why don't you just help out? Who knew that the guitarist would break his own bone and he would have to take care of him for three months. Please, Xixi, we all Talked to the boss, after this summer vacation, I have enough money to buy a new synthesizer! Oh my god! Please! My MoogOne! The lingering sound is endless! The timbre is too strong, and you can peck out an ambient music for you by throwing a handful of rice on it!"

Jane Xiwen: "..."

Zhang Yongyuan beamed with joy: "When I get my synthesizer, how about I arrange a song for you for free? The song you wrote last time was about the color of the forest. It wasn't atmospheric enough or bold enough!"

"Do you know who made the arrangement for my song?" Jian Xiwen raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Yongyuan didn't take it seriously: "I know, Zhang Ningran. After listening to it for ten seconds, I realized that he made it up. What's wrong with Zhang Ningran? He has no soul. Let me tell you, he has no soul."

"Just that arrangement, it took this amount." Jian Xiwen gestured with his fingers.

Zhang Yongyuan shook his head straight after hearing this: "The big wronged species, the living big wronged species! The exact same routine, Zhang Ningran may have made up a hundred songs for you big wronged species!"

As soon as Jian Xiwen mentioned this, he became angry: "Guan Jiamao insisted on inviting him, saying that he is famous and has made albums for the kings and queens! Forget it, let's not talk about it, Zhang Ningran is indeed very good, but—"

"But there is a lack of change." Zhang Yongyuan continued, "It's boring to do the same thing for 30 years."

Jane Xiwen nodded frantically.

Zhang Yongyuan smiled: "So I said, you must come to be this guitarist, come to our band to see, it is very interesting to do live! Although it is only a bar performance, we will discuss how to make new arrangements during rehearsals. It’s very interesting! Everyone will discuss the songs they wrote and think about arranging them together, which is very interesting! Really! Often new things will be made!”

Zhang Yongyuan is extremely introverted, he doesn't even dare to stand on stage and sing, in order to make money he works part-time as a keyboard player, wishing he could be invisible on stage, wearing a baseball cap and keeping his head down.

But when it comes to music, he talks endlessly, and he is completely different from his usual stupid appearance.

"Besides, if you want to continue making music, I think it is necessary to accumulate live experience. Also, it is also very helpful for you to come out and listen to how other people make music."

"Okay." Jian Xiwen finally nodded, "But the stage is so small, I won't be recognized, right?"

"You can wear a mask, and stand a little behind! At most, don't expose you. If anyone recognizes you, they will say that you have a star face, and you look like Jian Xiwen. How about it? You don't need makeup, you don't make up." When they appear on camera, people will say, oh, there is no Jian Xiwen handsome."

Jian Xiwen was furious: "I'm absolutely handsome without makeup!"

Zhang Yongyuan shook his head: "Is this the point?"

Jian Xiwen got up and wanted to hit him: "This is the point!"

Ren He attended the two rehearsals before the performance.Afraid of affecting their rehearsal, they waited outside the rehearsal all night.Zhang Yongyuan was amazed, but it was difficult to speak directly in the rehearsal room, the lead singer and drummer were both present.Ren He was dressed in black, with a cropped head and a thin figure. He looked like he had been trained, and he was driving a second-hand car. Both of them thought that Ren He was Jian Xiwen's bodyguard.

Those who hang out with Zhang Yongyuan have no better brain circuits than Zhang Yongyuan, and the two even secretly asked Zhang Yongyuan, does this kind of big star with bodyguards anytime, anywhere really want to perform with them?

After the rehearsal was over, Zhang Yongyuan saw the lead singer and drummer packing their things, so he approached Jian Xiwen secretly and asked, "Is it necessary for your Alpha to follow so closely?"

Jian Xiwen suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, pretending not to care: "He himself said that he would send me here."

Zhang Yongyuan walked around him: "You are an adult with hands and feet, and you still need someone to pick you up every time you rehearse?"

Jian Xiwen pretended to be helpless: "He insists on sending it, what can I do?"

Zhang Yongyuan was stimulated by the sour smell of love so he hurriedly fled the scene.

What Zhang Yongyuan didn't expect was that Ren He would be there almost every night for the performance throughout the summer vacation.Even if there is no time, Jane Xiwen will be picked up.

The level was so outrageous that the lead singer and drummer had no doubts about Ren He's identity at all a month ago, because only bodyguards would accompany them almost every night, sitting alone in a corner, waiting for the employer to get off work.

There will be times when boyfriends are busy and don’t want to pick them up.

Bodyguards don't.

The drummer even asked Zhang Yongyuan, is Jian Xiwen's part-time job enough to pay the salary of the bodyguard?

Zhang Yongyuan had no choice but to say that he came to play music, not to make money.

The four people who formed the band temporarily, Jian Xiwen is an unemployed vagrant who is continuing his studies, Zhang Yongyuan is a teacher on summer vacation, and the lead singer and drummer are college students on summer vacation.The four of them hit it off when they were free every day, and they got together almost every day to rehearse and discuss arrangement.

Jian Xiwen gradually became acquainted with them. The lead singer took him and Zhang Yongyuan to visit the broken guitarist. He listened to the guitarist boasting about his great ambition to change Chinese music, and watched him turn on the arrangement software and show his greatness tenaciously with one hand. creation.The three of them staggered with laughter.

Jian Xiwen played his 30-yuan guitar for them, and generously asked the guitarist to play a song. The guitarist cried bitterly, and was overwhelmed by the 30-yuan timbre.

These few people all knew about Jian Xiwen, they had watched the entertainment news, and they had more or less eaten melons.But no one asked Jian Xiwen about any related topics, and no one asked him why he didn't return to the entertainment industry, but performed in bars with amateurs like them, and became an unknown guitarist.

Apart from music, they have no other topics to talk about when they get together.

But very happy, very happy.

Sometimes, Jian Xiwen felt as if she was back in middle school.Although he had no friends in middle school, he played guitar and sang at that time, and he was as pure and free of distractions as he is now.

If you want to write a song, you write it; if you want to sing, you sing it.

Not for red, not for popularity, not for click-through rate.

Zhang Yongyuan is right, the experience gained from live performances is really important, and the communication with other musicians is also very important.Two months later, Jian Xiwen felt as if his head had been washed by water, and he became sober. It seemed that he had regained the sensitive sense of touch he had in middle school, and everything around him became clear again.

In the past five years, he has been too close to the spotlight and too far away from life.

The night before handing in the music production assignment, Jian Xiwen finally finished writing the song.

He is not an inexperienced novice, nor is he a newcomer to the entertainment industry.He has released singles, made albums, and cooperated with many well-known musicians in the circle, and knows their working methods and status.

He has held concerts with tens of thousands of people, and sang his own creations in front of tens of thousands of people.

He's good at it.

But he worked on this homework for several months before he finally finished it.

In front of the professional teacher, Jian Xiwen was uneasy.The teacher looked at the music score first and asked him, "Do you compose music with guitar?"

Jane Xiwen replied yes.

The teacher looked at it and asked, "What chords do you like to use?"

Jian Xiwen was uneasy: "Let's do it in the key of A, this song is composed in the key of D."

The teacher listened to the finished product of the arrangement, but did not comment immediately after listening.Jian Xiwen felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Jian Xiwen's singing echoed in the recording room.

I seem to have forgotten to feel the breeze

I seem to have forgotten to feel the sunshine

I seem to have forgotten to feel the streets

I seem to forget to feel people

I seem to have forgotten to feel life

Oh

I really forgot to feel life

i really forgot to feel everything

Including myself

what covers my eyes and ears

what blinded my heart

The scorching spotlight is too close to me

And the truth is too far away from me

Vanity's desire is too close to me

And life is too far away from me

tout, show off, money, suitor

it's not what we need

air, wind, rain, forest, friend, lover

simple things in life

it's all simple

everything we need

"Feeling..." The teacher read the title of the song softly, "It's very well written."

Hearing the word "very good", Jian Xiwen instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was so nervous that he was about to pass out.

The teacher looked at him with a smile, and said word by word: "Jian Xiwen, when you entered school, you were the rising star of our college. At that time, several of our teachers were very optimistic about you. In terms of singing skills, dancing, and appearance, you are definitely a At the top, you can make your own way in the music world. It is a waste, a huge waste, to use your talent on a single melody that pleases the ears of the audience, and you could have done more.”

Jian Xiwen stared blankly at the teacher.

Since his debut, he has never received any recognition from music critics or music award judges.

In addition to saying that he is handsome and dances well.

"Don't mention what happened again. I'm very glad that you chose to go back to school to complete your studies. I'm also very happy to see that you have not been slumped in the past six months, but have studied hard and made progress again."

"I hope you can keep going on the road of music."

When get out of class was over, Jian Xiwen walked out of the classroom in a daze, as if drunk.

Ren He was waiting for him outside, leaning against the car, answering emails with his mobile phone.Ren He is very busy, but he has been trying to find time to pick him up because he is worried about him.

After seeing Ren He, Jian Xiwen burst into tears suddenly.

"Ren He!" Jian Xiwen shouted.

Ren He was taken aback, and when he looked up to see Jian Xiwen who was crying, cracks appeared on his usually calm expression.

Jian Xiwen rushed towards Ren He, ignoring the sight of her surroundings, hugged Ren He tightly, and cried bitterly in Ren He's arms.

"Wow! The teacher said, the teacher said—"

"The teacher criticized you?!" Ren He was in a hurry.

"——The teacher said that I wrote very well! Praise me for my progress!" Jian Xiwen burst into tears.

Ren He was stunned, then heaved a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Jian Xiwen was sobbing: "The teacher said I was talented and that I was a rising star."

Ren He smiled, kissed his forehead, and said, "What the teacher said is the truth."

It wasn't until this moment that Jian Xiwen realized how much he liked music and how much he needed people to affirm his music.At this moment, the long nightmare finally came to an end.

He knew he could go on.

Still making music.

Jian Xiwen hugged Ren He tightly.

Hold his lover, his forest, his rain, his soil.

Everything he needs.