14 years time difference

Chapter 75 17-6

Half a month has passed.

Du Zhian has never been away from home for so long.Of course, grandpa and grandma's house is also good, except that it is not so spacious (to her), except for grandpa's face getting darker day by day, except for uncle's slightly artificial kindness, except for the little cousin who suddenly asked her loudly, when will you go back to your home go?The adults are always talking about something behind her back. She accompanied her grandma downstairs for a walk, and the neighbor she ran into said, "Oh, Mrs. Tang, your daughter has been here for so long this time. Your son-in-law has no objections. Grandma just smiled, and the next I didn't go out for a walk for several days.

Grandpa and grandma came to the house several times, and when her aunt took her and her little cousin out, she only caught up to eat the snacks and fruit baskets they brought.

Everything seemed normal and abnormal, and then, one day in August, she woke up and her mother had packed her things and said to her, Ann, get up and wash up, we're going home.

They went home, nothing changed, Mrs. Ding kept her room spotless, brought out eight of her favorite dishes for lunch, her father gave her the latest model LG mobile phone with 500 megapixels, After lunch, the manager of the jewelry store her mother frequented most often came to the door with two bodyguards, and opened two small safes with her, dazzling gold, and the adults sat in the living room to choose.She thought the gold ornaments were old-fashioned, so she went upstairs and hid in her room, not knowing what to do, she took down the set of "Doraemon" that her aunt Du Siren gave her from the bookcase to read.

She felt very, very, very powerless. Amidst all this "normality", she was like a doll on a string, unable to understand or understand, and never made a sound.

She has no one to tell. Since the fight with Lin Zhique at school, her mother has banned her from talking about the family affairs with any outsiders. She used to be able to call the Dusi people, but now the Dusi people are closing their doors. Competition, no time to take care of her.

Someone must be wrong, someone must be wrong to cause such normal and abnormal.

In her mind, that person could only be Lin Zhique.

"This year's record industry is very beautiful. You only see the scenery, but you don't see the dangers behind it. Now that the Internet is so developed, music phones, mp3s, etc. have come out and can be downloaded for free. Will you still buy records? Free music on the Internet is listened to by tens of millions of people, do musicians earn a penny? You are related to Love Music.com, how many free resources on this website are copyrighted? To be honest, I don't want to come today..."

The speaker raises his glass.

"It was Ms. Zhu who told me on the phone that the future of the recording industry lies in stars, idol effects, and the fan economy. I don't accept it. Ms. Zhu, I think you are threatening me, so I have to come and meet you for a while. "

Zhu He also raised his wine glass, his eyes twitching, "My threat is very sincere."

The two clinked glasses with smiles, and Lin Zhique and Li Miaomiao, who were by the side, exchanged glances, asking with one look: Are they drinking a cup of wine?Another look answered: Just get used to it.

Zhu He entertained the very well-known record producer and his team in front of him. It took him three visits to the thatched cottage to make his wish come true. The restaurant meals he ordered were also quite upscale, with silver spoons and glazed cups, and shark fin and bird's nest served in turn. A small corner is on the turntable, and no one cares about it until it cools down. It's talking about music, talking about business.

Under Zhu He's persuasion, the producer drank more and more happily. At this moment, he was three-pointed drunk and said: "Bullshit Internet, someday music will die, it will be caused by this Internet, our entire industry should unite to boycott this thing ..."

Lin Zhique said: "Music will not die. Even if the record dies, the music will choose the next carrier, just like the tape before the record. Before the tape, there were dance halls, concerts, and wandering poets."

"Oh? Miss Lin thinks, what is the next carrier?"

"Internet."

The other party mocked a little: "Are you using the Internet like a rogue? Music is released for free, and all musicians will starve to death."

She laughed: "It is people who are out of order, not the carrier. The situation in China is like this, but it is not the case in the world. The era of paying for copyright must belong to the era of the Internet."

"Then if you buy my records and I make money, wouldn't it be simpler and more straightforward?"

"How much does it cost to make a record? The cost of recording a song with a radio at home and uploading it to the Internet is much lower than this. The progress of the times will only make more people who love music, and make more niche content available. Opportunity to be heard, to find one's audience..."

"Recording a song at home? What kind of good song can that be? Once the threshold is lowered, all monsters and monsters will enter the arena? Fortunately, the record industry is still very hot. I think, if there is what you said, what can't enter the palace? In the era when everything is popular, then I would rather die drunk tonight. Do you think so, Miss Zhu, let's have another drink..."

It seemed that the other party didn't like to listen to her, so Lin Zhique didn't say any more. To a certain extent, she understood the other party's unintentional words very well.

After the meal, it was the second half. When they left the restaurant, Zhu He and the producer were already hugging shoulders and waists. Lin Zhique suspected that if they had a few more drinks, they would kiss in the street.They were waiting for a taxi from a restaurant on the side of the street. Li Miaomiao answered the phone on the sidelines. Lin Zhique looked sideways at her displeasure. She approached her and heard her say, "What is the condolence banquet for the leaders? There are two more." The sky is four and three, and to arrange this kind of thing at this time, are you sick? It’s just a meal? It’s really that simple, why didn’t you tell me beforehand, why did you cut it first and then play it?”

After hanging up the phone, she said to her: "It is said that the old director and some old leaders have been arranged to come to condolences tonight. They are eating and drinking. Damn, a group of old men are condolences to a few young girls. Fortunately, they can figure it out. "

"Who arranged it?"

"I don't know. He said the old man insisted on coming."

Even though they were unhappy, they knew in their hearts that big troubles would never happen. No matter how dark the circle was, they wouldn't ruin the pot of porridge they carefully cooked when it was about to boil.

Lin Zhique shrugged, "Let's just go and have a drink or two with the old man."

She went up to whisper to Zhu He, Zhu He listened, didn't say a word, didn't even look back, just took out his car keys to her, and waved to her.

It means to let them go.

She was driving, and Li Miaomiao was sitting in the co-pilot. On the way, Li Miaomiao suddenly said: "You just said that the carrier of music in the future will be the Internet. No matter how niche music is, you can find your audience through the Internet. This idea is very interesting. "

At that time, their car was driving on a very brand new eight-lane road.

Lin Zhique's heart skipped a beat.She knew that in the future, Li Miaomiao would become one of the founders of Whale Star Music.

"Well, I think there will be a day when there will be a dedicated music platform, and the algorithm of the Internet will recommend more music with similar styles to the listener based on his historical preferences."

"Algorithm? But we can't just sit in front of the computer and listen to music, right? Like now we are in the car, or we can only listen to records."

"If one day, our speakers can also access the Internet? Can our mobile phones also access the Internet? Bluetooth can connect two devices through signals. Isn't it already available now?"

"Some mobile phones can access the Internet, but they are slow and have small screens. I don't know about Bluetooth. It seems that no one uses it."

"Then make it faster, make the screen bigger, and let everyone use Bluetooth."

Li Miaomiao was thoughtful.

"Why? You think it's impossible?"

"No. It's possible. I'm just imagining how we'll live when that happens."

"In short, music cannot die."

Li Miaomiao smiled, "That's good. If music dies, I don't think some people will be able to survive."

The waiter in the restaurant brought a jug of wine to refill the glasses, walked up to Du Siren, and she waved: "It's Coke."

The waiter then asked Zhou Zipei who was sitting next to her, "What about this one?"

The man from Dusi said, "I don't want it either."

Zhou Zipei was giggling, already completely high: "Why don't you? Yes! Give me full!"

Du Siren and Fang Yan looked at each other across the round table, and Chen Jia sat beside Fang Yan with a blank face, and seemed to have begun to wander.The old director laughed and praised Zipei for his forthrightness. The two seemed to be close friends, the old and the young had been talking eagerly for half the night.After sunset, they were called from the vocal music class. As soon as they walked into the box, a sumptuous dish was already laid out on the table, except for the big director, the producer, a few familiar staff members, and a few people they had never seen before. The leader, who was sitting in the main seat, said that he was the old director of the TV station. He knew that they had worked hard in the competition, so he specially hosted a banquet to express his condolences.

The atmosphere at the banquet was quite relaxed, they hadn't had such a big meal for a long time, only dialect was afraid that getting fat would affect their photogenic appearance, so they pretended to be reserved for a long time.The old director is an amiable elder, talkative, and talks about many old events in the industry in a lively and interesting way. He and Zhou Zipei both came from the art troupe, so they talked very well. After drinking a few more glasses, They also wanted to sing a few military songs together. Zhou Zipei ignored the dissuasion of the dialect and clamored that there is wine and drunk today, and the dialect helped his forehead. Seeing this, the old director said: "When you are tired, go back to your room and rest. It's all yours." People, don't give me face."

Zipei also said loudly: "Yes, yes, you can go to bed quickly, don't spoil the fun here! I will have a few more drinks with the old director."

The old head of the station objected: "One mouthful of one old head, more births! I think you look like my daughter, otherwise, you all call me godfather."

Zhou Zipei laughed loudly: "What, you can be our grandfather now, you are talking nonsense!"

Du Siren clearly saw a trace of displeasure flashing across the face of the old director.

Fang Yan smiled awkwardly, picked up Chen Jia and walked first.She turned her head and winked at Dusi, asking her to follow quickly.There were a lot of people at the banquet, and a staff member got up to set up the banquet. She wanted to help Zhou Zipei go back to rest, so she quickly reached out and grabbed her, but she couldn't move her. Everyone coaxed and persuaded, and they made a fuss for a while, and drank several more glasses.

The veteran choreographer in the stage came over to coax the old head of the stage, one by one master, saying that the master’s wife called, it was time to rest and take the three high medicines, the banquet finally came to an end, Zhou Zipei staggered up, shouting to go to the bathroom, Du Siren asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?" She waved her hand and answered no, she ran faster than anyone else, Du Siren took their belongings, and Zhou Zipei had disappeared without a trace.

So she had no choice but to walk out of the box alone, into the porch, without seeing anyone in front or behind, and out of the restaurant, Fang Yan and Chen Jia were still sitting on the sofa in the small hall outside the elevator.

She greeted: "Didn't you go up?"

The dialect was full of anger: "Who can rest assured? What about people?"

"I said I was going to the bathroom, but I ran so fast, I don't know where to go to the bathroom."

Chen Jia leaned her head on the back of the sofa: "Waste of time."

Dialect sternly criticized: "That also has to wait!"

Chen Jia was helpless: "I said it's a waste of time to have dinner with them."

They waited left and right, and only waited for a few groups of staff to come. They all said that they had not seen Zhou Zipei, and before leaving, they told them to go upstairs to rest quickly, so as not to delay the rehearsal the next day, but Du Si had no choice but to go back to the restroom of the restaurant I searched, but the restroom was under repair, and the passing waiter said, "It's not open all day today. No one else uses this restaurant except you. Did you go upstairs to the guest room to use the restroom?"

They went upstairs to look for it, swiped their card in dialect to open the door, and the room was pitch black.Du Siren opened Zhou Zipei's pocket, and the room card was inside.

The three went downstairs again, and there was no one in the restaurant box.The hotel above the third floor is full of guest rooms, and there is no public toilet. They went to the lobby on the first floor to look for it, but found nothing. They asked the lobby manager, and then went to the western restaurant on the other floor to look for it.

The western restaurant was closed, no one was eating, and there was no waiter, so he opened the door and went in, only a few ambient chandeliers were turned on, it was a little dark, and the dialect panicked, shouting Zipei's name loudly, Chen Jia looked up and looked around for the toilet. The guide sign, Du Siren looked at his watch, 15 minutes had passed.

The western restaurant was very deep, and it was even more empty without anyone. Du Si went around between the small dining tables covered with clean white tablecloths. After walking a few steps, she stopped, held her breath, and listened attentively.

Chen Jia walked far ahead, turned around and asked her what was wrong.

Very subtle, very subtle.

She recognized the direction, taking small steps.

Finally, at a certain dining table, in a blind spot of vision, she saw a mass of dark, trembling shadows.

It was Zhou Zipei who huddled under the dining table, grabbed the tablecloth behind him, hugged himself, and breathed heavily.

Du Siren ran to her side, squatted down, and asked her, "Zipei? Are you okay? What happened?"

When the other two heard the sound, they also walked towards them, saying in dialect: "Have you found it?"

Zhou Zipei looked up at her, his eyes were wide open, he was still taking deep breaths, the moonlight was slanted, Du Siren could see her face clearly, his eyes were trembling, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Dusi held her shoulders, trying to help her calm her panic.

Fang Yan and Chen Jia also walked to them, Fang Yan was startled, and kept asking: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Siren knelt on the ground, hugged her, and kept rubbing her arms and back.

Chen Jia said, "There's a phone at the bar. I'm going to call the police."

Zhou Zipei finally spoke. She raised her hand and grabbed Du Siren's arm violently, pinching Du Siren in pain. Her voice trembled: "Don't call the police, don't call the police."

People from Dusi looked carefully, her clothes were intact, and there were no visible scars on her face, only her hair was a little messed up.She asked her softly: "What happened? It's okay, we are here, don't be afraid. "

Her lips trembled, and she choked out a few words for a long time: "Toilet...toilet."

"Toilet?" Chen Jia turned to look for it.

Zhou Zipei staggered and finally stood up with the help of Du Siren: "I will take you there, you accompany me. I dare not...I don't know what happened to him...I didn't do anything..."

The four of them huddled together, moved carefully on high alert, walked to the deepest part of the western restaurant, turned a corner, and walked through a porch with boxes on both sides. The restroom of the western restaurant is at the end of this porch.

Chen Jia walked in the front, she stretched out her hand cautiously, and pushed open the bathroom door.

A silence.

Chen Jia turned around.

Zhou Zipei pointed to a certain cubicle in the bathroom.

Chen Jia went over to check.

After only one glance, she stepped back a few steps and turned around with a complicated look on her face.

The Dusi people also approached.

The old director closed his eyes, motionless, and collapsed in the cubicle.

Fang Yan also saw it, and she covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Zhou Zipei stammered and explained: "I...he...I don't know..."

Du Siren comforted her: "Speak slowly."

She tried her best to complete the sentence: "I came to the bathroom, and he came too. He suddenly asked me if I wanted to win the championship, and then hugged me, and I scolded him, saying you are crazy, you old man is wishful thinking, " Tears welled up from her eyes, "I hit him with that potted fake plant over there, pushed him, and he fell down, with a loud bang, as if his head was stuck on that water tank I called him, but he didn't respond..."

Du Si took a deep breath.

Anger and fear hit her heart at the same time.

Dialect said in a low voice: "...He couldn't be dead, right? He's old, maybe he died suddenly."

All four stopped talking.They held their breath and stood quietly for 2 minutes.Zhou Zipei covered his mouth and kept crying.In the silence, there were more than one sound of dripping water, hitting their ears very clearly.

Then suddenly there was a turbid phlegm sound.

Everyone was startled.

Chen Jia turned to look at the old man who collapsed in the cubicle.

The old man's chest rose and fell, and he began to snore extremely regularly.They were dumbfounded.Chen Jia scolded: "Damn it." He stepped forward and kicked in the air.

Kicked the old man and shook him, then fell on the partition in another direction, and the snoring continued.

Dialect said: "Let's call the police."

Zhou Zipei stopped crying. She held Du Siren in one hand and dialect in the other, and was silent for a while.

Then, he shook his head very resolutely.

"Don't call the police. Let's go. Nothing happened."

Du Siren exchanged glances with Chen Jia.

They all understood what Zhou Zipei was thinking. She wanted to keep their hard work in the past few months, whitewash the peace, and let the future they were looking forward to come as scheduled.

Before they could refute, she said again as if mustering up all her courage: "Let's go. Listen to me. Nothing happened in the first place. We are already artists, and you all know it. Didn't you hear that Have you said that? There are many bad people in this circle, but there are still many good people along the way, right? We will meet many good people in the future."

She turned and dragged them away.

Dusi stood motionless.

Zhou Zipei turned his head.Her tears stained her eye makeup and left a black streak on her face.She is not the kind of particularly beautiful girl, with a dark complexion and plump lips, but she has a bright and open appearance, which makes people approachable.

"Listen to me," she repeated.

The man from Dusi replied, "Wait."

She wandered around in the bathroom, opened the secret door on the wall, found a broom from the tool room behind the door, and bolted the old man from the door.

Fang Yan found the pot of green plants from the floor, frowned and took a closer look. There was a little black and red stain on the bottom of the pot, maybe it was blood.

They left the bathroom, left the western restaurant, and threw the green plants into the trash can.

Back in the room, Du Siren tossed and turned all night unable to sleep.

The next day, everything was business as usual.Zhou Zipei was unbelievably normal, but still cheerful.

They didn't hear any news about the old director. Except for the four of them, no one knew what happened in the western restaurant last night.Seeing Fang Yan, the Dusi people whispered to her, "She woke up early this morning and said that she was broken last night and didn't remember anything."

Chen Jia seemed to have forgotten all of this.

Everything is normal and abnormal.The Dusi people never mentioned it again.

Therefore, Lin Zhique was always ignorant of this matter.

When she and Li Miaomiao returned to the hotel, the seats had already dispersed for a long time, and the contestants were in their respective rooms, so they also dispersed. As for Zhu He, it wasn't until the next day at noon that she called her leisurely from which room in some hotel. Call and ask her where her car is parked.

It really is a drunken dream to die tonight.

After they had a weekly meeting with the program group, during rehearsals, the staff told them that the old director had called to get angry for some reason, and he didn't know what he was unhappy about. In the end, he said that they would ignore their program and let them choose. Whoever chooses who, just put the phone down.

Li Miaomiao said from the side: "Is the old man in menopause?"

The staff member replied: "I don't know. But it's all right now, we are almost worried to death, it's too much trouble to do tricks and feet to protect people."

Lin Zhique looked up and watched Du Siren walking across the stage with his head down and a microphone in hand.

In short, the national finals went four to three and everything went on as usual.

On the day of the live broadcast, Du Zhian watched it with the whole family.

There are sweet and red watermelons cut into small pieces on the coffee table. Grandpa bought a lot of fluorescent sticks somewhere. She and grandpa have aunt’s badges all over their bodies. The two of them huddled on the sofa and yelled non-stop.Only her father didn't join in, and he read the newspaper in the restaurant.

There was also an unexpected guest.

It was Lin Zhique who sat beside grandma with a cold face the whole time.

Du Zhian didn't bother to argue with Lin Zhique, this was the last game before the finals, she watched it attentively, when her aunt advanced, she and grandpa shouted so that grandma covered her ears and scolded them: "The ceiling is going to collapse! "

The program has come to an end, and the host announced enthusiastically: "Dear audience friends, the top three in 2005 who love female voices in China have been born, and they are - No. 02 Du Siren, No. 05 Dialect, and No. 07 Chen Jia! I am very happy It is hard to describe the excitement I feel at this moment. I can only say that I am so honored to witness this summer, the rising of the morning star, the birth of the extraordinary out of the ordinary, and the final blooming of dreams belonging to our era. At the same time next week, we I will bring you the live broadcast of the national finals, let us witness together the moment when the national champion is crowned—"

Du Zhian screamed excitedly, jumped up desperately, and even shed tears.

Grandpa put his arms around her hard and rocked her happily.

"How about going back to Jincheng with grandparents? Let's go to the finals!"

Grandpa stood up, walked to the restaurant, and shouted: "Hey, Shen, did you hear that? Your sister is the top three in the country! Hurry up and book a ticket, we will definitely go to the finals, our whole family will go together, and Queer will go too ,How about it?"

Du Zhian was screaming and jumping, but when he heard what his grandfather said, he immediately stopped and lowered his face.

Lin Zhique was still sitting on the sofa, his face full of indifference.

While the adults were chatting and discussing, while the ending theme song started on TV, Du Zhian moved closer, stared at Lin Zhique, lowered his voice, and said to her viciously: "What do you want to do? You don't want to go."

Lin Zhique looked at her for a few seconds.

Then, he turned his head and said loudly to the adults, "I'm going too."