Fanservice Paradox

Chapter 88: Ambiguous undercurrent

After setting a time for the release of the summer special in July, Caledo was busy with the production of the mini special in the company every day.

Compared to regular albums, the mini album plan contains only one main title and three non-primary titles. The title song is a song purchased by the company from abroad, and one of the three non-primary titles is Fang Juexia's creation.

After all, it is a follow-up mini special, there is not so much pressure, everyone is relatively relaxed, and participate in the production with the mentality of playing music. Summer is a season full of sunshine and romance, so this time the music style is positioned like this. Compared with the previous albums full of strong feelings, this album needs to add more elements about love.

So producer and boss Chen Zhengyun is not as confident as he used to be to let Pei Tingsong write the lyrics of all songs.

"Xiao Pei's writing style is too intense and not gentle enough." Chen Zhengyun discussed at the meeting. "This time I need to have the feeling of a summer love song."

Fang Juexia, who had never raised any objections during the meeting, retorted a little in her heart. Pei Tingsong can actually be very gentle, coaxing people, reading poems for him, and buying flowers and sweets for him.

He is the most qualified person to refute.

Others can only see the sting of Pei Tingsong, only Fang Juexia can touch his soft heart.

"How come I'm not gentle?" Pei Tingsong was very dissatisfied with this comment, and directly patted the table in the meeting room, as usual, calling the boss.

Everyone laughed suddenly, "Are you called gentle?"

He Ziyan smiled and said, "It may be that I love you, you love me, and others. When I came to Xiao Pei, I directly lifted your head to crush the soul."

Ling Yi: "Brothers put fear on the public screen!"

Lu Yuan touched his chin, "The gentleman is gentle and hahahaha!"

Jiang Miao, who has never been involved in the activities of the tyrants, also looked at Pei Ting-song at this time, "Maybe after Xiao Pei is in a relationship, he can write lyrics with a more emotional atmosphere."

Pei Tingsong desperately wants to refute, "No, you ..."

Fang Juexia cleared his throat with his mouth clear, his face looked like a little hamster with a bulging mouth, and all the secrets hidden in his cheek pouches.

Fine. Pei Tingsong gave up, he decided not to be a language giant, he must use his actions to prove that he can indeed write love songs.

"You wait, I can do it."

"Okay," He Ziyan teased him, "Is Xiao Pei still in trouble?"

Pei Tingsong was too lazy to take care of them, and turned dexterously with a pen in his fingers. Chen Zhengyun released all the selected pieces to them, and everyone discussed the appropriate arrangement style.

Fang Jue Xia Yan looked up seriously and listened. Suddenly he felt something touching his calf. He lowered his head in doubt. He even had a foot wearing purple AJ stretched out in front of his leg. He just came out of the practice room and was still dancing Loose sweatpants, this toe has lifted the trouser legs, and touched twice against the skin of the calf.

As soon as he looked up, Fang Juexia saw that Pei Tingsong tilted his head at him, his eyes deep, and the pen was still in his hand.

It was about blaming him for not speaking for him, Fang Juexia thought.

He closed his leg back, not accepting his accusations in disguise.

"We also have talks with some of the episodes of this summer's series. It is possible that one of the non-main titles will be used as an episode of the TV series."

Cheng Qiang was still talking. Fang Juexia tried to concentrate and listen carefully, but he was always unavoidable because once he retreated, Pei Tingsong scored another point.

Pei Tingsong likes to play with fire, teasing him in the face of so many people without blushing.

"So we have to speed up the time recently, and after the demo, we have to send it to the actors to choose songs."

However, Fang Juexia has never been a bully of any kind. He has a particularly strong temper for Pei Tingsong.

With a click, Fang Juexia's elbow pen fell to the ground. He said sorry in a soft voice and bowed to pick it up. He reached the marker pen that hadn't been covered, and directly held the leg extending towards Pei Tingsong, and quickly drew a fork on his exposed ankle.

Then he sat quietly, resting the pen on the table.

No one found the ambiguous undercurrent under the table, except for the small erroneous sign, there was no evidence.

Although everyone ridiculed Pei Tingsong during the meeting, but the demo of the theme song was given, Pei Tingsong took only two days to complete, much faster than the lyrics writers arranged in the same period. Chen Zhengyun carefully compared the two lyrics, or Pei Tingsong was more aura and more poetic. It was not a lot of assembly line lyrics. Singing to the left is just you love me I love you.

The title track is set, and six Kaledo enter the recording studio to record their previous experience. This time, the star chart is very attentive in keeping the demo and the song. I am afraid that I will miss the previous mistakes.

During the period, the official blogs of Xingtu and Caledo also released a notice on Weibo. Although they didn't even have a promotional picture, it was just a sayingsoon, but the excitement of fans was beyond expression.

Everyone had guessed the heat and stamina like "Break Array" before.

Midway Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong will also record "Escape from Birth". The episode's popularity is higher than that of the first issue. Every time when it is broadcast on Saturday, the auditory CP will be steadily searched.

The cost of the program group is getting higher and higher. In the new phase, a small planetarium was built directly. After the recording, several guests gathered for dinner as usual. After the self-study, the couple left beforehand. Continued a night event.

"Hey this time we have to take a group photo and preemptively." Shang Siri joked about the last He Ziyan's gossip. "Otherwise, I'll get my girlfriend out."

Zhai Ying said with a smile, "You want to be beautiful."

Pei Tingsong teased, "Brother Huo now has received many scripts from idol dramas, and he is blessed by misfortune."

Playing and playing, they started to chat, these few people can talk about each other, how much to say something about each party. Fang Juexia is an audience every time. I didn't expect to hear Zhai Ying talk about their Astar this time.

She first mentioned the delay of the combination of sentences, and Shang Siri asked why, before she realized that there was a big conflict between Astar's top management and the two forces were pulling.

Although Fang Juexia is no longer in Astar, he has heard of it during practice. Astar originally made a fortune by relying on several hot singers and groups in the early days. One of the veteran national singer Li Luo also became one of the Astar shareholders, but the boss then backed up to support Jin Xiangcheng, but Jin Xiangcheng's means Although they have promoted many popular groups by their own means, they have made many enemies.

He thought that the Astar's stock that Ling Yi mentioned casually before fell, except that Pei Tingsong's sister played a role in it, and it must have nothing to do with high-level infighting.

Pei Tingsong casually asked, "While the high-level infighting, why should you postpone your return?"

Zhai Ying took a sip of beer, "because we are a group planned by President Li."

Fang Juexia asked, "Li Luo?"

"Yes. There is another key issue." She shrugged. "I am Li Luo's aunt, in other words, he is my brother-in-law."

Shang Siri suddenly realized, "Oh! No wonder you can debut with such short practice time!"

"I am also very strong, okay? Or do you think the female group ACE is so good?"

Fang Juexia realized that Zhai Ying was airborne, no wonder he hadn't seen her when he left. Moreover, knowing that he and Astar had a long-standing relationship with each other, they didn't mind, now everything is reasonable.

She probably doesn't look at Jin Xiangcheng very much.

Fang Juexia analyzed and said: "With Jin Xiangcheng's style, he should not let you return until he is in a stable position. If you have a good performance, it is equivalent to fueling the prestige of President Li. Moreover, your group's popularity is so high, the results should not be difference."

"So I hope I won't return. I'm afraid he deliberately gave us bad songs. He had done such a thing before, which caused us a great deal of tragedy." Zhai Ying sighed. "After all, we are not like you, you can make songs yourself. . "

Fang Juexia smiled, "We are small company, there is no way."

After the party ended, they separated and left. Fang Juexia was still thinking about Astar on the way back. When he entered Astar, one of the interviewers was Li Luo. It can be said that Li Luo was the one who led him into Astar. During the trainee period, Li Luo also gave him a lot of help, so that everyone thought he would definitely debut from the new boy group.

Until Jin Xiangcheng took away the planning and execution power of "Seven Yao" from Li Luo.

Unpredictable, he is no longer a member of Astar, but such open fights still do not stop.

But Fang Juexia always had a bad hunch. He even worried about Liang Ruo. Although he had said that he would not have any problems in the future, he still did not want Liang Ruo to become a victim of the struggle for interests.

In other words, he does not want anyone to become a victim.

In addition to completing their own personal journey, their daily job is to come to the company to prepare the album. Although there is no need to play songs, the following meeting and some variety shows should all need a stage, so Fang Juexia and Lu Yuan still choreographed, this time the style is more casual and natural. After grinding the details of the choreography for an afternoon, Lu Yuan was half hungry and dragged Fang Juexia to dinner.

Thinking of Pei Tingsong still writing lyrics in his small studio, he was absent when eating, and Qiang called Lu Yuan away on a phone call.

"You eat slowly, I will go first."

"Well." Looking at Lu Yuan's departure, Fang Juexia put down her chopsticks, packed a shrimp seed noodle and green bean ice, and went directly to Pei Tingsong.

The studio where he usually writes songs is next door to the piano room, opposite the vocal room. This was originally a small practice room. At the beginning, the star map only occupied the first floor of this large office building. Resources were scarce, so even such a small room was fitted with a mirror. Later, it slowly developed. There are more and more practice rooms under the fifth floor of the star chart. There are almost no people here, and gradually it is abandoned into a storage room.

The little devil quarreled with Chen Zhengyun, saying that he must have a place to write his own things, and this was arranged for him.

Fang Jue Xia came out of the elevator carrying the food he packed, which was the first time he came to his little studio.

When he reached the door, Fang Juexia hesitated again. He knocked on the door and didn't respond, but there was a sound of electronic piano in it.

Can't hear it? Fang Juexia raised his hand again to knock on the door, who suddenly opened the door, his hand dangling, and fell empty.

"Are you here?" Pei Tingsong took his raised hand and pulled him in. His expression became very fast, and there was a kind of impatient disturbed, but when he saw Fang Juexia, he immediately showed a childish 'S smile, changing his face faster than turning a book.

"Let you go to eat but not to go." Fang Juexia carefully pushed the door behind him and handed him the food in his hand. "I just went to eat and brought you up a bit."

This room is really not big, but there is everything in it. The wall to the left of the door is a row of workbenches and musical instruments. On the right is the original large mirror. There are carpets in the back and several lazy sofas. This environment is very consistent with the American casual style of Pei Tingsong.

Seeing that Fang Juexia still remembered to bring him food, Pei Tingsong took it happily, grabbed his waist and kissed his cheek, "It's nice to me." He wore milky white short sleeves and pair of glasses , Hair obedient, looks really a bit like college students.

Fang Juexia pushed his chest, "Don't ..."

"Relax, the monitoring here was dismantled by me." Pei Tingsong said casually, then picked up Fang Juexia, hugged him to his workbench and sat with his hands on the countertop, circled him inside.

Fang Juexia's heart jumped violently. The temperature of the air conditioner in the small room was obviously very low, but he still felt hot. "What are you doing to demolish the monitoring?"

"I would be very uncomfortable with monitoring, and I couldn't concentrate on my work." Pei Tingsong raised the corner of his mouth and took off his glasses with one hand. "But now it seems that I am still very prescient."

After he had finished speaking, he kissed him, and Fang Juexia had nowhere to hide, so he took a vengeful bite, but he was reluctant to exert force, so it caused a counter-effect. In Pei Tingsong's opinion, it was almost teasing.

Like the fork he painted on his ankle.

Fang Juexia's teasing is always unconscious, and he can't even find it himself.

The hot kiss made Fang Juexia dizzy. He couldn't see anything except Pei Tingsong Yingting's eyebrows. The air was sucked into him by mistake, sane and intermittent. He wandered in resistance and obedience, and what he said was covered in hot mist.

He thought of Pei Tingsong's clothes, so white and so clean.

clean.

This gave him a reason to seem to hold water.

"Don't ... I danced, my body was dirty, and my clothes were stained."

Pei Tingsong chuckled slightly and separated from him briefly, but his eyes were still staring at the light spot on his lips. "How many times have I stained you? Just let you come back."

When the meat was opened, Pei Tingsong even spoke more than before. It turned out that Fang Juexia thought he was a guy with no lower limit. Now think about it, it may be lower than the lower limit he imagined.

This short stop made Fang Juexia look up, but as soon as he looked up, he saw a row of mirrors on the opposite wall, saw his red neck and ears, his heart slammed into his chest.

"It's been cold for a while." Fang Juexia pushed him away, came down from the table in a hurry, and brought down a lot of Pei Tingsong's manuscripts, which fell to the ground like snowflakes.

Pei Tingsong saw him squat down to pick it up, and wanted to tug him, "Don't worry, it's all scraps, it wasn't necessary anymore. Come and sit, eat with me."

Fang Juexia refused, "You eat first, I watched these uncomfortable scattered on the ground."

Okay, who made his family Xiaobaihua obsessive-compulsive disorder? But Pei Tingsong didn't listen to him, squatted down and picked it up with him. Fang Juexia collected all the manuscripts, but was afraid that Pei Tingsong would n’t eat well. He grabbed the stack of paper and went to the lazy couch in the corner. Pei Tingsong continued to do what he just did and forced to transfer The topic, "Is this a scrap of writing your lyrics?"

"It's not all right, some just write in a daze and calligraphy." He actually had no appetite, so he poked a mung bean smoothie with a straw, took a drink with a cup in his left hand, and played a few on the electronic piano with his right hand. sound.

Fang Juexia didn't have the habit of reading other people's manuscripts, but simply thought that the uppermost word was very beautiful, beautifully written line by line, and the handwriting was coherent and coherent. At first glance, it was a product of inspiration. Instead, it looks like a modern poem.

So he read it silently in his heart.

[Love turns people into stupid paradoxes

The mind is stunned and self-satisfied, like me

I want to use the safest hug in the world

Wrap your fragile bones and dreams

Sleep well, I am a loyal night watchman

Your beating heart is in my hands

The world is in my hands

But I thought again, in the late night without defense

On your soft coastline

Start the most dangerous battle

The smoke that burned all night