Chapter 37:

Ji Qinyang and Wen Tao signed a five-year contract. Within five years, Ji Qinyang acted as the consultant and behind-the-scenes of the band, responsible for the style direction and surroundings of the song. Wen Tao requested that the band use the name of the band. This means that everyone's name will be attached in the future.
"I'm also a member of the band. Even behind the scenes, I have to let people know that I am one." Ji Qinyang's attitude was unwilling to give in: "This actually has no effect on the band."
Wen Tao thought about it and compromised: "Well, then we will have 4 songs per month, and we will release a disc in three months."
Ji Qinyang: "If you can't make a disc, you have to look at your own strength, and the entertainment company you are attached to must think about it."
"You don't need to worry about this." Wen Tao smiled, and he pointed at the drummer: "The uncle of the biscuit is the senior inside, we just borrow a name, and they will not care about everything."
Ji Qinyang hesitated a moment: "Are there any contracts signed?"
Biscuit shook his head: "No sign, just verbally said."
"It's a little easy to do," Wen Tao proudly said. "Sometimes I can give a propaganda, and there are also record companies."
Ji Qinyang made an uncomfortable hum.
Qian Mo looked at Ji Qinyang and offered to invite: "To celebrate tonight?"
"No." Ji Qinyang kept a copy of the contract himself, put on a headset and smiled at him: "I have an appointment at night, you play."
Xie Meng looked at the bowl in front of Baby Bear, and it swept at a different speed than the crazy dogs in the past. Baby Bear ate very little this time.
"Not comfortable?" Xie Meng asked with a frown.
Baby Bear was depressed: "I have been hit by both psychological and physical critiques today."
Xie Meng: "..." He decided to shift the topic: "What about your micro-dot video?"
"That's it." Baby Bear sighed. "Can't find a good actor."
Xie Meng: "Don't you mean to find Zheng Ming?"
Baby Bear: "I thought about it. As a result, he gave me a support as soon as he met today. I forgot to make him a movie."
Xie Meng: "..."
"Taller is wayward." Baby Bear was angry. "Get a book, the methods are fancy!"
Xie Meng: "..."
After finishing the phone call with Ji Qinyang, Xie Meng saw the baby bear staring at himself as soon as he turned back.
"Is that the handsome guy that day?" Baby Bear asked.
Xie Meng smiled: "His name is Ji Qinyang."
Baby Bear nodded: "Oh, the Central Conservatory of Music, it's a shame he's not an artist."
Xie Meng didn't speak. He unzipped the canned pickles from Zhai Lin and dug it out for the baby bear.
"That's not the same." Baby Bear chewed Cai Cai: "Height is a bruise. I can only perform comedy if I really want to act."
"Besides, being a director can still command a tall person." Baby bear shook his chopsticks. "I let them squat, they can only squat."
Xie Meng: "... play bad guys?"
"No," Baby Bear said solemnly, "play a stone."
When Ji Qinyang arrived, he had a scarf in his hand, Xie Meng saw something strange.
"It's windy outside." After the eleventh holiday, Beijing quickly cooled down. As long as you eat outside at night, Ji Qinyang will go back home to get his clothes.
Baby bear's eyes glanced around them: "Do you live together?"
Xie Meng didn't think much: "Yeah."
Oh, the bear babble thoughtfully.
Ji Qinyang was more concerned about how much he ate: "Who pays for this meal?"
Baby bear is very injured: "Hello dig ..."
"We still have to pay the rent." Ji Qinyang sat next to Xie Meng, and he signaled the waiter to take the beer: "Don't you know Beijing rent ... Do you treat me? Don't ask me to eat less."
Baby bear: "..."
The three people ate very quickly. Ji Qinyang and Baby Bear actually had a rare common topic. Baby Bear took his own work and showed them to them. A half-hour video was posted on station b, even with a barrage. No, cold loneliness is like snow.
Originally Xie Meng just looked at it casually, but within a minute, he was immersed in the video screen.
In half an hour, I ca n’t tell a big story. Baby Bear ’s shooting method is very simple, but the shooting is very clever. It ’s about a hard father who sent his daughter to study, but he could n’t even buy shoes. Delivering meals and books, the last pair of shoes broke and her daughter was admitted to college. At the end of the scene, the daughter bought a new pair of shoes for her father, and squatted in the yard to put on his father.
"I made this to go to the advertising agency." Baby Bear supported his chin and watched the video he took: "Footwear ads."
After watching Xie Meng, he was a little bit interested: "It's a good shot."
Baby Bear pursed his lips: "The advertising company said it was too warm and had no impact and could not attract buyers' eyes."
Ji Qinyang drank his wine and said, "Well, it really looks like a public welfare advertisement that respects the old and the young."
"..." Baby Bear rolled his eyes. "Can you shut up?"
Xie Mengla looked at the progress bar of the video, and looked at some particularly beautiful, meaningful and touching places again. He still did not believe that the advertiser did not want this idea.
"Just like a classmate said." Baby Bear is quite piercing. "I shoot too literary, like public documentary, there is no gimmick like the advertising company, so don't be normal."
Ji Qinyang has almost reached the end of a bottle of wine: "Then what ideas did they have in the end?"
Baby Bear recalled it slowly and said slowly: "They finally set up an advertisement for running shoes that would rush out like a rocket, and let Bolt endorse."
"..." Xie Meng: "Who dares to wear these shoes?"
Ji Qinyang laughed with joy: "Everyone is Bolt."
When I finally left, the wind really turned out. Baby Bear was very prescient and brought a thick coat. Xie Meng shook off the scarf and wrapped himself and Ji Qinyang. Baby Bear stretched out his hands and made a similar shot than Ba ​​Zi Actions.
"This picture is good."
Ji Qinyang joked Xie Meng and joked, "I want to collect money."
"That meal was not enough." Baby Bear was going crazy. "Let's talk about art! Don't talk about money!"
Ji Qinyang smiled and said, "Okay, don't talk about money."
Baby Bear: "I'm serious. I'll make a big movie in the future. How about you make music?"
Ji Qinyang froze for a while, he really did not think of such a thing.
"Don't underestimate me." Baby Bear raised his chin. Although he was short, his body was always straight, as if there were spirit in his spine. Many people see it. "
Xie Meng thought of the advertisement of the shoe just now and suddenly said seriously: "I think so too."
Ji Qinyang glanced at him and said to Baby Bear: "There will definitely be opportunities for cooperation in the future."
Baby bear shook his finger cheerfully: "Relax, you won't lose money following me."
After sending away the baby bear, Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang returned around the big scarf. When they were about to go home, Ji Qinyang took Xie Meng's hand and shoved it into his jacket pocket.
He told Xie Meng about joining Qianmo. The boy was silent for a while.
"Why don't you talk?" Ji Qinyang said easily. "You don't have to worry about rent in the future, everything will be stable."
Half of Xie Meng's face was blocked by a scarf, and his voice was dull: "... I feel like I have done nothing."
Ji Qinyang: "What do you want to do? Quit the tutor?"
Xie Meng frowned: "How is that possible."
Ji Qinyang: "You said that you didn't do anything. The daily expenses are up to you. Did I shoot you?"
"You can't say that." Xie Meng sighed, and finally smiled: "Forget it, don't argue with you."
Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow. He opened the door of the room and hugged people from behind while changing shoes in Xie Meng, dragging it all the way to the room and pressing on the bed.
Xie Meng wore only one slipper, and one was still in the living room. He was stripped off his jacket and pants by Ji Qinyang, and tucked into the bed.
Xie Meng held the quilt in tears and laughed: "What are you doing?"
"Sleep." Ji Qinyang got in from the other end and kissed Xie Meng Banbo through his underwear. He said: "Make / love."
When Xie Meng woke up in the middle of the night, Ji Qinyang was not with him. He touched the quilt and found it was cold.
The sound insulation effect in the small room was not bad, but the sound of the electronic piano was still faintly heard. Xie Meng put on a piece of clothing and looked at the mobile phone to find it was 3 am.
Ji Qinyang, wearing headphones, lay on the piano to write music, occasionally stopped playing a note or two, and then wrote again.
There is an empty beer can in the corner, and Ji Qinyang has not finished drinking.
Xie Meng looked at the door for a long time, but finally did nothing, but lay back on the bed lightly.
In the darkness, he closed his eyes with his head closed, and all his ears were full of beautiful and touching piano notes under the fingertips of Ji Qinyang.