Perfect Life

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

A car sped past.

Driving on such a road is either boring to the extreme, or self-satisfied to the extreme.

Zhou Ai is very hi.

In addition to the trunk, in one morning, she had turned over the things in Li Qian's car like a naughty little girl.

All the tapes are brought and read one by one.

I've heard this too. He has a very good voice, don't you know? In fact, many of his songs are written and composed by himself. He is a very famous singer-songwriter in the circle. He is very talented. , and the wine is said to be extremely poor.

This, ah, your taste is really low, you listen to all her songs

Hey, you are really my fans. Among my several albums, I am most satisfied with this dreamer.

Oh, Liao Liao, it is said that this girl has become quite popular in the past two years

Well, this is Runqing's album. At that time, a bunch of reporters in the media were hyping up my feud with her. In fact, we didn't talk to her at all. What's the difference? I hate those newspapers and magazines all day long. Nonsense.

Hey, why am I the only one with three tapes? Aren't you a die-hard fan? Well, for the sake of you drinking with me, I don't care about you anymore. When you come back, give me the address and I'll send you a set. .

She was just like that. Li Qian always drove seriously and never replied, but she herself was so excited that she sat in the passenger seat and kept talking.

The first day, said tape. rap. Speaking of music.

the next day. She talked about how she started singing when she was a child, said that she was in the courtyard of Shuntian Mansion, and that she couldn't remember the address of her own house, so she deliberately turned out her small book and copied the address to Li Qian on the cigarette case. Stuffed into Li Qian's glove box, euphemistically called it. Now college students have nothing to do all day, you can go to me for a drink. When she said this, she didn't even know if Li Qian was going to go to college in Shuntian.

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 one was already full of words, and it was all stapled with a stapler. On the first page was the words Xiaoao Jianghu written in large characters. The second stack is a bit messy, and it seems that the order has been sorted out at the beginning. But there's still white paper behind it, and something that's clearly written and scribbled. It can be seen that it has not been written yet, but the name has already been chosen, it is called Tianlong Babu.

Well, they are all carefully handwritten pen strokes, stroke by stroke.

When she first found out, she was full of surprise, "Yeah, you can still write something"

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

Li Qian said to her, "I just entered the Shuntian Film Academy this year, the Department of Photography." Zhou Ai was excited. Even though her body was tied to the seat belt, she still struggled to pull it over and put it on Li Qian's shoulder. After taking a photo, he said, "If I need to shoot a v for an album in the future, I will definitely ask you to be the photographer." After that, Li Qian didn't respond, but she laughed out loud.

Then, when she started reading the script, the world finally cleared up.

she laughed, she laughed, she laughed, she was nervous, she was surprised, she was worried, she was angry, she laughed, she cried, she cried, she cried

She seems to be like that.

If she feels that you are not the same as her, if she is wary of you, then what you see will always be the her behind the mask, the one with the sunglasses, and don't care how you save it in the future, she is there There is no change in life. And if she feels that you are with her, if she feels that she can trust you, that's fine, then, without any slow process, it's very direct, you can see all the most real her.

Even if it was just a simple trip, she never even remembered to ask Li Qian's name, but she felt familiar enough to talk about it, so she could just copy the address of her home to Li Qian and let her Going to find herself for a drink, 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 face. Seeing that Li Qian ignored her for a long time, she just concentrated on driving, and she exhausted her; Li Qian had no idea what was going on.

Then, after reading the entire Xiaoao Jianghu script, she was satisfied, she hugged the script, smiled, sighed, and was happy. And then, after reading half of the book, she cried bitterly and begged bitterly, "Can you not let Aju die like this, I like her so much?"

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

Finally, Qinghai Lake arrived.

Ever since he walked out of the Hexi Corridor and started to turn towards the plateau, the sun seemed to be hot all of a sudden. After Li Qian bought this off-road vehicle, although he also treated the front windshield so that the glass can block a large part of the ultraviolet rays, But still no, the higher the altitude, the lower the temperature, but the stronger the UV rays.

Before the car passed Xining Mansion, the straw hat that Li Qian bought in the countryside of Hanzhong Mansion had already returned to Zhou Concubine.

Qinghai Lake, 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 extremely rare in China.

Li Qian chose a flat place to turn off the driveway and stopped near Qinghai Lake.

The two got out of the car and stood by the lake, looking out from afar.

In the past half a day, Zhou Hao was very unhappy, because of the fact that Azhu was written to death, she has been losing her temper all the time.

Of course, it's just a petty temper.

Let her drink porridge, she will eat porridge obediently, and let her eat boiled eggs, although she is reluctant, she also eats boiled eggs obediently. Well, Li Qian's alcohol intake was also slowly controlled to the level of half a catty per day.

So, you can say she is too naive, but definitely not stupid.

She knows who is good to her and who is not good to her.

Even her stubbornness. That is also treated differently.

then. Don't look at it for three or four days. Her face had already started to turn a lot rosy.

No one can know better than her how her body is. Now, she found that she was slowly starting to become sad and angry, and she was stronger than before. When the car stopped in Xining, she actually No coercion and inducement. I took the initiative to eat a small bowl of rice.

There was a flock of birds flying on the lake. She stared at it for a long time, but still didn't recognize it, she turned her head and asked Li Qian, "Hey, what kind of bird is this, do you know it?"

Li Qian shook his head, "I don't know. Why should I know?"

Zhou Ai was very serious, but she said in surprise: "You said, you have to brag to your friends when you go back. If your friends ask, there are animals there. I can't just say there are birds. People think I really are. bragging"

Li Qian nodded and thought about it for a long time. Ask her: "Do you know any birds on the seashore"

This does not need to be considered, Zhou Ai replied directly: "Seagull, this must be there"

Li Qian said, "Then tell them when you go back, there are lake gulls here."

Zhou Hao blinked, and for a while, she didn't understand what Li Qian meant. Li Qian explained: "You think, sea gulls are called sea gulls. Such a big lake is a salt water lake, so it is called lake gulls."

Zhou Hao blinked her eyes and thought for a while, but she nodded her head in agreement, and said, "Okay."

The two changed several places to look at the lake and birds.

Seeing that the sun had passed, Li Qian proposed to go back, and Zhou Ai said, "I want to stay for a while."

Li Qian nodded and stayed with her.

Perhaps for Li Qian, coming to Qinghai Lake simply wanted to have a look, but for Zhou Hao, the meaning is likely to be very different.

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

Er, the cloud is coming.

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

But Zhou Ai stood, walked, stopped, and Li Qian didn't rush her and stood by her side.

At about 1:30 in the afternoon, it was already cloudy.

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

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

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

Li Qian took out the blankets and clothes he had brought, and distributed the blankets to Zhou Hao, while he put on a coat.

Zhou Hao was still stunned, staring at the crackling rain-obscured car window without focus. Occasionally, she would smile, and occasionally, she would frown again, as if she had fallen into a long-term memory. Seems to be making a difficult choice.

About forty minutes later, the rain started to lighten. Li Qian wanted to go back here, but he turned his head to look at Zhou Ai several times, and finally decided to wait for a lifetime.

Then, in the midst of such a cold and heavy rain, Li Qian was half lying on the seat, and he rarely thought about some things.

The studio is about to be established, and the hardware can be obtained slowly, but it is really impossible to afford it. It doesn't matter if you rent from other companies first, but you have to start thinking about software, such as distribution.

Publishing this thing has always been the most profitable part of the literary and artistic career, but it has always been the most difficult part. At least as far as Li Qian himself is concerned, he does not feel that he has the ability to distribute this part. If you do it directly, even if the studio has been in business for a few years and its reputation has gradually grown, the distribution channels are still not easily accessible.

Therefore, whether the studio will make an album for Liao Liao in the future, or sign another singer to make an album, it will definitely go through the distribution channels of other companies. It is also an unavoidable thing. By making an album by yourself, you can earn and get the part that belongs to the singer and creator. For Li Qian, it is really quite content, even if he has to work hard, even if he has a huge amount of money. Advantages, but he is still very self-aware, he knows that he can't be a super genius who is caught by commercial art.

So. All right. Just sign the contract on behalf of the issuer. As for who to choose, um, go back and think about it carefully.

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 snipe Wuxing Wusu and Huage Records, A: The four songs for Chen Changsheng should also be cashed as soon as possible. This is also ready-made, A; when he was, he had basically considered which songs to give. .

Then, um, it is estimated that Huage should be in a hurry, and they must not be willing to let Wuxing Wusu collapse, so. What's the price for the next album?

Combine; still have to combine; yes. There is no need to talk about human relationships, anyway, there are a lot of songs in hand, and the studio needs so much money to build a studio, how is it possible that you can't make money without making money? , but at the same time, the price must be so high that Huage Records hurts

Li Qian was thinking wildly, and suddenly felt that someone pushed him, so he woke up suddenly.

But at first glance, he saw Zhou Ai burst into tears.

Li Qian was startled, and hurriedly sat up, looked at her, and asked, "What's the matter, why is it uncomfortable, or something sad?"

But Zhou Ai pouted and said, "I'm hungry"

Li Qian was stunned.

After a while, he asked, "I'm hungry and crying"

Zhou Hao 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 from hunger."

Li Qian turned his head and looked out the window. It was only three or four o'clock, but it was dark and cloudy outside.

The heavy rain seemed to be lighter just now, but now, it has become heavier.

The windows and the car were cracked by the heavy rain.

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

Li Qian thought about it and asked, "What do you want to eat most now?"

Zhou Hao thought about it and said, "My mother made braised pork"

Li Qian nodded and asked again, "Then what do you want to eat next?"

So Zhou Ai thought about it again, and said, "The lion head made by my mother." After a while, Li Qian didn't need to ask again. It seemed that the memories of eating in her memory were suddenly opened, and she hurried again. Said: "And the braised pork ribs my mother made, it's very delicious."

With a "pop", Li Qian snapped his fingers

"This can be," he said.

Zhou Hao looked surprised.

I saw Li Qian turned over, climbed back from the driver's seat, and after reaching the back seat, he put down a seat, put his hand into the trunk, and fumbled around. After half a minute, a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face. With a look on his face, seeing that Zhou Hao was always looking at himself in confusion, he took out the things and shook them in front of Zhou Hao.

“Hey, braised pork ribs noodles”

When buying a car, Li Qian had already considered that he might have to get something to eat in the wild, so he not only chose this model with a 220v power socket in the car, but also kept one in the trunk. A small electric cooker, a bag of salt, a pair of chopsticks, a box of instant noodles and dozens of bottles of mineral water.

So, ten minutes later, at the lakeside of Qinghai Lake, in the midst of the heavy rain, the two of them hid in the car, each holding a bowl of instant noodles, and they were devoured.

Zhou Hao even felt that this was the best meal she had ever eaten in her life.

While eating, she looked at the pouring rain outside the window, inexplicably felt that she was living a poetic life, chewing instant noodles in her mouth, she turned her head and asked Li Qian, "Hey, you can write scripts, you will definitely write poems, write Listen to a poem."

Li Qian shook his head, "No." After a pause, he looked at Zhou Ai's face and said, "No."

Zhou Ai 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 when she was drunk, and she said, "It's okay, you can write, I hate so-called geniuses, 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 serious face, Zhou Hao put down the instant noodle bowl in her hand, looked at him seriously, and waited for something seriously.

After pondering for a long time, when the hot soup in his hand gradually became warm, Li Qian held the instant noodle bowl and read it slowly.

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

Sister, it's just me tonight

At the end of the grassland, my hands are empty

Can't hold a teardrop in grief

Sister, I am in Qinghai Lake tonight

This is a desolate me in the rain

Except for those who pass by and live

Qinghai Lake, flock of birds, off-road vehicle

and me tonight

This is the only, last, lyrical.

This is the only, last, steppe.

I give the stone back to the stone

make victory victory

Tonight the highland barley belongs only to him

everything is growing

Tonight I only have the beautiful Qinghai Lake~www.wuxiaspot.com~empty

Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I just want you. "

It is estimated that some people will scold me for pouring poetry into water

To be honest, it’s only about a hundred words. I really can’t make much money. The extra words in any chapter I have are enough for these words. If it wasn’t for the fact that I felt that the poem had to be written in all, it would give off the atmosphere. I really don't want to talk shit

To be honest, every time I see you discussing so tit-for-tat in the book review area, I feel a little scared when I write the book.

In short, one sentence: ask for understanding to be continued

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