Chapter 163 Rain, Poetry

Among the thousands of hectares of yellow sand, there is a straight road.

A car speeds by.

Driving on such a road is either extremely boring or self-excited to the extreme.

Zhou Mo is very happy.

Except for the trunk, in one morning, like a naughty little girl, she turned over everything in Li Qian's car.

Bring all the tapes and watch them one by one.

This, I’ve heard it too, his voice is very good, you don’t know, in fact, many of his songs are composed by himself, a very famous singer-songwriter in the circle, very talented, but it’s said that he can’t drink , and it is said that the wine is extremely poor.

This, ah, you have really low taste, do you listen to all her songs?

Huh? You are really my fan. Among my several albums, the one I am most satisfied with is "Dreamer".

Oh, Liao... Liao... It is said that this girl has been very popular in the past two years?

Well, this is Runqing's album. At that time, a bunch of reporters in the media were hyping that I had a quarrel with her. In fact, we had talked at all, so why is there any quarrel? I hate those newspapers and magazines the most, watching the wind and talking nonsense all day long.

Hey, why do I only have three tapes? Isn't it a die-hard fan? ... Well, for the sake of drinking with me, I don't care about it with you. You can give me the address later, and I will send you a set.

... ... ...

She was so blah blah blah, Li Qian drove seriously all the time, and never replied, but she herself was so excited, sitting in the passenger seat, she couldn't stop talking.

On the first day, we talked about tapes, rap songs, and music circles.

The next day, she talked about how she started singing when she was a child, that she was in the courtyard of Shuntian Mansion, and that she couldn't remember the address of her home, so she dug out her small book and gave the address to Li Qian. On the cigarette case, it was stuffed into Li Qian's glove box. It's a beautiful name, now that college students are idle all day long, you can come and drink with me. When she said this, she didn't even know whether Li Qian was going to Shuntian Mansion to go to university.

In the end, he turned out two big books.

It is said to be a big book, but it is actually a lot of manuscript paper.

The first stack was already filled with words, and they were all stapled together. On the first page, there were "Swordsman" written in big characters. The second stack is a bit messy. It seems that the order has been sorted out at the beginning, but there is still a blank sheet of paper at the back, and some obviously messy writing. It can be seen that the writing is not finished, but the name has already been given. It's called "Dragon Ba Bu".

Well, it's all written with a pen and pen seriously, one stroke at a time.

When she first found out, she was surprised, "Ah, you can still write?"

Thinking it was a novel, she opened it and read two paragraphs, and she was surprised to find that it was actually a script.

Li Qian said to her: "I just got into Suncheon Film Academy this year, Department of Photography." Zhou Mo looked excited, even though she was tied to the seat belt, she still struggled to pull it over Li Qian's shoulder. He patted and said, "If I need to shoot an MV for an album in the future, I will definitely find you as a photographer!" After speaking, Li Qian didn't respond, but she laughed happily.

Then, when she started reading the script, the world finally became clear.

She laughs, she laughs, she laughs, she is nervous, she is surprised, she is worried, she is angry, she laughs, she cries, she cries, she cries...

That's what she seems to be.

If she feels that you are not the same as her, if she is wary of you, then what you see will always be her behind the mask, the one wearing sunglasses, and don't care about how you restore it in the future. All life without change. And if she feels that you are on the same side as her, if she feels that she can trust you, that's fine, then, without any slow process, it's very direct, and you can meet all the most real her.

Even if it was just a simple meeting on the road, she never even remembered to ask Li Qian's name, but she felt that she was familiar enough to talk about everything, and she could directly copy the home address to Li Qian, so that she could Going to drink by herself, she can already cry and laugh wantonly in front of Li Qian.

Seeing that someone died in the story, she stared at Li Qian with a miserable expression on her face. Seeing that Li Qian ignored her for a long time and just concentrated on driving, she tried her best to pull over and beat Li Qian. Li Qian couldn't figure out what happened at all.

Then, after reading the whole script of "Swordsman", she was satisfied, holding the script, smiling, sighing, happy. And then, after reading half of "Dragon and Ba Bu", she cried bitterly and pleaded, "Can you not let Ah Zhu die like this? I like her so much..."

Li Qian glanced at her coldly, and she huddled on the seat and hugged her legs, sulking.

Finally, Qinghai Lake arrived.

... ... ...

Since walking out of the Hexi Corridor and starting to turn to the plateau, the sun seems to have become vicious all of a sudden. After Li Qian bought this off-road vehicle, although he also treated the front windshield, the glass can block a large part of ultraviolet rays. But still not, the higher the altitude, the lower the temperature, but the stronger the ultraviolet rays.

Before the car passed Xining Mansion, Li Qian's straw hat bought in the countryside of Hanzhong Mansion had already belonged to Zhou Mo.

By the Qinghai Lake, there is a cool breeze.

Driving along the road around the lake, you can see people parking and camping from time to time, and even occasionally see a few RVs that are still extremely rare in China.

Li Qian chose a flat place and turned down the driveway, approaching Qinghai Lake and stopped the car.

The two got out of the car and stood by the lake, watching from a distance.

For most of the past half a day, Zhou Mo was very unhappy, because of the matter of Ah Zhu being written to death, she kept losing her temper.

Of course, it's just a petty temper.

If she is asked to drink porridge, she will obediently eat the porridge, and if she is asked to eat a boiled egg, although she is reluctant, she will obediently eat a boiled egg. Well, the amount of alcohol was also slowly controlled by Li Qian to the level of half a catty per day.

Therefore, you can say that she is too naive, but you must not say that she is stupid.

She knew who was good to her and who was bad to her.

Even her stubbornness is treated differently.

So, don't look at it in just three or four days, her complexion has already started to become a lot ruddy.

No one can know better than herself how her body is. Like now, she found that she gradually began to feel sad and lose her temper. She had more strength than before. When the car stopped in Xining, she unexpectedly Without coercion or temptation, I ate half a bowl of rice on my own initiative.

... ... ...

There were birds flying around the lake, she stared at it for a long time, but she still didn't recognize it, so she turned to Li Qian and asked, "Hey, what kind of bird is this, do you know it?"

Li Qian shook his head, "I don't know. Why do you want to know?"

Zhou Mo was very serious, but said in surprise: "You said it, I want to brag to my friends when I go back. If a friend asks, what kind of animals are there, I can't just say that there are birds? People think I What a bragging!"

Li Qian nodded, thought for a long time, and asked her: "Do you know any birds by the sea?"

There is no need to think about this, Zhou Mo replied directly: "Seagull, there must be this!"

Li Qian said: "Then you go back and tell them that there are lake gulls here!"

Zhou Mo blinked, and for a while, didn't understand what Li Qian meant. Li Qian explained: "Think about it, seagulls are called seagulls, and such a big lake is still a saltwater lake, so they are called lake gulls!"

Zhou Mo blinked her eyes and thought for a while, then nodded, with a look of approval, and said, "Okay!"

... ... ...

The two changed several places to watch the lake and the birds.

Seeing that the day was over, Li Qian proposed to go back, and Zhou Mo said, "I want to stay a little longer."

Li Qian nodded and stayed with her.

Perhaps for Li Qian, he came to Qinghai Lake simply to take a look, but for Zhou Mo, the meaning might be very different.

She just stood there, not talking, not making noise, not crying, not laughing, just staring blankly at the distant lake, watching the flock of birds flying by, alone in a daze, in a daze, in a daze.

Er, the cloud came suddenly.

Li Qian looked at the sky with some concern. At this time, on the asphalt road not far from the lake, he could see the car going east quickly from time to time. Obviously, the people who came to play noticed that the sky was about to rain, so they hurried back to Xining Mansion go.

But when Zhou Mo stood, walked, and stopped, Li Qian didn't urge her, and stood beside her.

It was about 1:30 in the afternoon, and the city was already overcast.

In the blink of an eye, thunder and lightning flashed, and heavy rain poured down.

The two hid back in the car, closed the windows, put the back of the seat back to the end, half-lying, watching the pouring rain outside the window.

The cold rain knocked on the window, and I didn't notice it at first, but after only twenty minutes passed, the people in the car began to feel very cold.

Li Qian took out the blanket and clothes he had brought, distributed the blanket to Zhou Mo, and put on a coat himself.

Zhou Mo was still in a daze, staring unfocusedly at the car window blurred by the crackling rain. Occasionally, she would smile, and occasionally, she would frown again, as if she had fallen into a long and distant memory, and again It seems to be making a difficult choice.

After about forty minutes, the rain gradually subsided. Li Qian wanted to go back here, but turned his head to look at Zhou Mo several times, and finally decided to wait a little longer. .

Then, in such a cold and heavy rain, Li Qian half-lyed on the seat, and unexpectedly thought about something——

The studio is about to be established, and the hardware can be acquired slowly. If it is impossible to afford it, it doesn’t matter if you rent it from other companies first, but you have to start thinking about the software, for example, distribution.

Publishing this thing has always been the most profitable part of the literary and art industry, but it has always been the most difficult part. At least as far as Li Qian himself is concerned, he does not think he has the ability to make the publishing part Do it directly, even if the studio has been working for a few years and its reputation is gradually increasing, the distribution channel is still not easy to touch.

Therefore, whether the studio will make an album for Liao Liao in the future, or sign another singer to make an album, it must go through the distribution channels of other companies. It is also an unavoidable thing. For Li Qian, making an album by himself and being able to earn and get the part that belongs to singers and songwriters is really quite content—even if he has to work hard, even if he has Huge advantages, but he is still very self-aware. He knows that he cannot be a super talented person who is caught by commercial art.

Well, well, let's sign the distribution contract. As for who to choose, well, you have to think carefully when you go back.

Then, for the work in the second half of this year, um, one is to prepare a new album for Liao Liao, this is for sure, and then, in order to attack Wuxingwusu and Huage Records, the four songs promised to Chen Changsheng should also be done as soon as possible Going to cash it out, this is also ready-made, when I promised him, I had already basically considered which songs to give to him.

Then, um, I guess Hua Ge should be in a hurry, they are definitely not willing to let Wu Xing Wu Su collapse, so, what should be the price for the next album?

Cooperation still requires cooperation, not to mention personal relationships, anyway, there are a lot of songs in hand, and the studio needs so much money to set up, how can it be possible to leave the money and not earn? Therefore, we can't call out a sky-high price in one breath and really drive people away, but at the same time, the price must be so high that it hurts Huage Records...

... ... ...

Li Qian was thinking wildly, when he suddenly felt someone pushing him, he woke up in a jerk.

But at the first glance, he saw Zhou Mo bursting into tears.

Li Qian was taken aback, sat up quickly, looked at her, and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did you think of something sad?"

But Zhou Mo curled her lips and said, "I'm hungry!"

Li Qian was stunned.

After a while, he asked, "Crying from hunger?"

Zhou Mo nodded.

Then, she wiped her tears and said, "I haven't felt hungry for a long time, but just now, I suddenly felt hungry, and my stomach hurts!"

Li Qian turned his head and looked out the window, it was clearly only three or four o'clock, but the outside was covered with dark clouds and it was as dark as ink.

The heavy rain seemed to be a little lighter just now, but now it has become heavy again.

The windows and roof of the car were crackling by the heavy rain.

It's not impossible to drive back in such weather, but it's obviously not safe.

Li Qian thought for a while and asked, "Now... what do you want to eat the most?"

Zhou Mo thought for a while and said, "My mother made braised pork!"

Li Qian nodded, and asked again: "Then, what's the second thing you want to eat?"

So Zhou Mo thought about it again, and said: "My mother made the lion head!" After a pause, it was useless. Li Qian asked again, it seemed that the memories about eating in her memory had been opened all of a sudden, and she hurried on again. He said: "There are also braised pork ribs! The braised pork ribs made by my mother are very delicious!"

With a "snap", Li Qian snapped his fingers!

"This can be!" he said.

Zhou Mo was surprised.

Li Qian turned over and climbed back from the driver's seat. After reaching the back seat, he put down a seat, put his hand into the trunk, and fumbled for it. Half a minute later, a pleasant surprise appeared on his face. Seeing Zhou Mo looking at him in puzzlement, he took out the things all at once and waved them in front of Zhou Mo.

"Hey, braised pork ribs...noodles!"

... ... ...

When buying a car, Li Qian already considered that he might have to get something to eat in the wild, so not only did he choose this car with a 220V power outlet, but he also kept a small battery in the trunk. A pot, a bag of salt, a pair of chopsticks, a box of instant noodles and dozens of bottles of mineral water.

So, ten minutes later, by the lakeside of Qinghai Lake, in the heavy rain, the two hid in the car, each holding a bowl of instant noodles, eating very well.

Zhou Mo even felt that this was the best meal he had ever eaten in his life.

While eating, she was also looking at the pouring rain outside the window. She somehow felt that she was living a poetic life. She was still chewing instant noodles, so she turned to Li Qian and asked, "Hey, you can write scripts, and you must also be able to write poems. Listen to a poem."

Li Qian shook his head, "I won't write." After a pause, he looked at Zhou Mo's face and said, "No."

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head for a moment, and when she raised her head again, her smile was as pure and bright as that of a drunk, and she said: "It's okay, you can write, I hate so-called wits, but you are an exception! "

Hearing this, Li Qian looked up at her seriously for a moment, then put down the instant noodle spoon and nodded.

Perhaps seeing Li Qian's solemn expression, Zhou Mo actually put down the instant noodle bowl in his hand, looked at him seriously, and waited for something seriously.

After pondering for a long time, when the hot soup in his hand had gradually become warm, Li Qian held a bowl of instant noodles and read slowly——

"Sister, tonight I am in Qinghai Lake, the night is shrouded

sister, i have only me tonight

At the end of the grassland, my hands are empty

Can't hold a single teardrop in grief

Sister, tonight I am at Qinghai Lake

This is a desolate me in the rain

except those who pass and live

Qinghai Lake, flock of birds, off-road vehicles

and me... tonight

This is the only, the last, lyrical.

This is the only, the last, steppe.

i give stone back stone

let victory win

Tonight the highland barley belongs only to him

everything is growing

Tonight I only have the beautiful Qinghai Lake, empty

Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I only want you. "

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It is estimated that someone will scold me for pouring poetry into water?

To be honest, it’s only about a hundred words, and I really can’t make much money. I can add enough words to any chapter. If it weren’t for the fact that I feel that I really have to write all the poems to create an atmosphere, I really don't want to talk about it...

Let me be honest again, every time I see the tit-for-tat discussions between you guys in the book review area, I feel a little terrified when I write the book.

In short, one word: please understand!