After all, he has been working together for two years. Fang Juexia has long been used to Pei Tingsong's jokes. He has no trouble on his face, and he picked up the coat on the ground and cage it on his body to leave the practice room.

But Pei Tingsong was not used to his ignorance and grabbed his arm, "Hey, this is how you treat your benefactor?"

Fang Jueshadon stopped and glanced at him, his tone was not warm, "I don't want to, but you don't seem to treat yourself as your benefactor when you teased me." He pulled Pei Tingsong's hand away and landed on the ground.

"What is that?"

Fang Juexia's eyes were indifferent, "Enke."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but Pei Tingsong did not intend to let him go so easily. This time he did not pull him anymore, and took a step forward and blocked directly in front of Fang Juexia. He almost bumped into him.

"You said this, really reminded me."

Pei Tingsong lowered his eyes, and there was a trace of evil spirit in the curve of the corners of his mouth.

"I can't help you for nothing, either."

Fang Juexia raised her eyes calmly and looked directly at her teammate who never stopped stumbling on her.

"As an enk, you have to ask for something from you?" Pei Tingsong laughed, "Isn't it?"

He originally thought that he had lost his reaction to this kind of joke, but the initiator turned into Pei Tingsong, and Fang Juexia's emotions began to go beyond the scope of calmness.

"I don't have time to play such boring games with you." He moved away and prepared to leave, but Pei Tingsong once again calmly blocked him.

"Don't worry, I'm not greedy for you." Pei Tingsong looked up and down, with the slight on his face uncovered. "But since it's going to be open, there is always one party to cooperate with the other party. Look at your expression..." He bent down and picked up the coat that fell on the ground and put it on Fang Juexia's shoulder. "It's too fake."

Fang Juexia stared at him without saying anything. He always did this, his eyes were cold and direct, as if he never feared or cared.

This reminded Pei Tingsong of winter.

He likes the smell of winter, cold, mixed with the last bit of fragrance of dead plants. Although it hardly snows in the atherton where he lives, he also likes winter.

Pei Tingsong has had a strange hobby since he was a child.

The sycamore trees in the winter garden were cut off half of the withered branches and leaves, and they lost their vitality in summer. This was the happiest time of the year. He would squat on the ground carefully select the straightest branches, then hold the ends and fold them one by one.

These remaining branches are beautiful and straight, lack elasticity, and look like they will not surrender. When you break it, you can feel the stubborn resistance under this hardness. But it is useless, they will eventually break and make a crisp sound. The broken section shows the final fresh vitality, and the complex atmosphere of the fragrance of the plant and the rotten dead branches spread out, which is very charming.

The moment it breaks will bring him great psychological satisfaction.

At this moment, this familiar feeling of satisfaction is approaching.

He seemed to have found another dead branch he liked.

"Don't make it so incompatible. I really don't have that interest in you. But since you agree to open business, you have to look like you open business. If you don't know what to do..." Pei Tingsong's smile looked very pure.

He stretched out his hand and pushed away the wet hair that Fang Juexia had put on his forehead, his voice was very low, "Just listen to me well, Brother Juexia."

This is the first time. Fang Juexia heard the guy in front of him, who was three years younger than him, call him brother in person.

Their lives seem to have intersections over the past two years, but in fact they exist in two straight lines with different coordinates without overlapping at all. Fang Juexia's emotions are always very calm, as if he can calmly deal with them no matter what troublesome people encounter. Because animals that always follow basic laws are projections of natural laws.

But Pei Tingsong is an exception.

He is a flammable and explosive uncertainty factor.

Fang Juexia maintained inertial silence, and his eyes were still staring at Pei Tingsong straight. After a few seconds, he reached out to tidy up the collar of his shirt that had been accidentally folded up, like a competent brother. In the end, this beautiful mouth did not reveal any words, but just pulled the corner of his mouth and left.

They spent the next few days in planning meetings and practice rooms, and the concept of the new major is still a little blurred until now. Until Cheng Qiang made a joke midway through the meeting.

"It's really hard. If it really doesn't work, let Jiang Miao play the guzheng, Zi Yan plays the CD, and after that, he screams, Xiao Pei can dance in the long distance."

It was originally a joke, but everyone was laughing happily. Unexpectedly, the two people on the table heard it in.

"Wait a minute."/"I have an idea."

Fang Juexia and Pei Tingsong spoke in unison, and the conference room was instantly quiet. Everyone was shocked by this unprecedented tacit understanding, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward situation.

Just as everyone was waiting for them to continue talking, the two of them stopped talking as if they were competing.

Cheng Qiang knocked on the table with his knuckles, "You two are so funny. OK, the fourth brother said first."

"Why?"

Knowing that Pei Tingsong would definitely be dissatisfied, Cheng Qiang said with the flow, "Then you talk first."

"...I said it just me." Pei Tingsong cleared his throat and turned the pen in his hand several times, "We will participate in the production ourselves."

Rather than thinking, his tone and expression are more like an announcement of the result.

Cheng Qiang rolled up his sleeves and said, "Hey, you kid..."

"I agree with him, too."

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at Fang Juexia in surprise in the other direction.

Ling Yi leaned back with his chair up and whispered to Lu Yuan, "Do you think it's strange..."

"I think." Lu Yuan nodded seriously, his eyes turned around on the two of them, "How do I see how they match now? What's wrong with me?"

Ling Yi rolled his eyes, "You have been raped."

Fang Juexia did not hear the comments from his teammates and said, "Actually, the concepts of the two specialties were also put in a lot of effort, but the effect was average. Of course, it may be that our concept digestion ability is not enough. So I think," he looked at the boss with a sincere attitude, "Instead of creating another new concept for everyone to adapt and digest, we might as well..."

As a graduate of the mathematics department, the oral habit appeared again, and the teammates couldn't help laughing. Ling Yi directly answered the joke, "We might as well set an x, obviously..."

Everyone smiled, Pei Tingsong looked at him sideways and saw that his thin white neck began to turn red.

Fang Juxia coughed and tried hard to pull the topic back, "I mean, just throw away the past model completely and participate in the creation. As Brother Qiang said, everyone has their own good parts. Although it is not guaranteed that the effect is a simple accumulation and addition, the fusion process will always cause sparks, right?"

He rarely says so much, so he seems more serious.

Chen Zhengyun was a little surprised, but nodded, "Give me a clear idea."

"Chinese classical national music and electronic music." Pei Tingsong stopped his pen, "This is not new, but it should not be overflowing in the boy group. Brother Miao's guzheng can be used as pluck or lead. Take trap for example. The bass bass and guzheng's clear tone should create a good sense of up and down space. With the ear-catching drumset, I think it can make great dance music."

(There are terms and popular science)

His idea was quickly approved by the electronic music player He Ziyan. "I have thought about this question before. To be honest, I still have a few des in my hands. It is done according to this idea, including trap and futurebass. It is definitely cool to create a steam wave with a guzheng base. Moreover, the guzheng fingering is varied and the rhythm can be very fast, which is very suitable for laying the groundwork before drop." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Miao, "What do you think?"

Jiang Miao smiled, "It's quite interesting. If you really want to try it, I'll give me another suggestion." He looked at Ling Yi, "You can try the opera style. If you have a high voice, you should feel goosebumps when you hang it up with the folk music music."

"I'm a little bit like this when the captain said this." Ling Yi touched his arm, "But I've never tried it. Where is Juexia? Why don't you try it too?"

Before Fang Juexia could speak, he heard Pei Tingsong say, "He has a mixing sound effect, which is suitable for hooks."

Ling Yi immediately joked, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I'll find a hook for myself so soon."

He Ziyan was serious, "hook is the soul of hip-hop."

"Wow...soul~" Lu Yuan also joined in, "I'm a little bit awkward when watching the CP videos these two days."

"What's the head?" Cheng Qiang knocked Lu Yuan's head, "Where is the choreographer?"

Ling Yi immediately started the plastic Northeast dialect imitation show, "Hit up his head."

"Get out of here, I don't learn it like a skeleton. This is the spiritual cap of the sky." Lu Yuan glanced and became serious. "I finally arrived at my home. What the choreography of the boy group is memory points and performance tension. Since everyone has set the theme, I think you can do not use traditional choreography in performance. You can use two live modes, one is the band version, playing the guzheng and playing the disc on the spot, and the other is singing and dancing live."

"This idea is good." Seeing everyone's inspiration collide, a smile appeared on Chen Zhengyun's face, "Is there any?"

"I suggest you." Lu Yuan looked at Juexia with a smile, "I still have to remember this part of my life."

Fang Juexia didn't understand why, "Me?"

"Since it's a collision between tradition and modernity, there must be traditional elements in choreography. A scene flashed through my mind, that is, Juexia dances classical dance, only a small piece of solo dance, placed in the bridge in the middle. If the scene can be equipped with a one-shot mirror to the end, it will definitely be amazing..."

Hearing this, Pei Tingsong's mind automatically appeared in his mind. Under the solo of the Guzheng, a single beam of chasing light was cast on the entire black stage, hitting him alone, putting his waist and sleeves, and then a folding fan. The slender figure stretched and twisted. The light fuzzed through the silk fabric to find the flexible muscle and bone texture, and the moonlight chased the flowing water.

The straight toes fell to the ground in the last roar of sound, the folding fan instantly spread, and a touch of redness appeared on the eyebrows and eyes.

"Little Pei? Pei Tingsong."

Cheng Qiang's voice pulled him out of his imagination. Pei Tingsong came back to his senses and looked up and found that everyone was looking at him, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"What do you think? You're so fascinated." He Ziyan had already stood up, "Let's go, we'll have a break."

So fast.

It's only a dance time.

"How is it? My suggestion just now." Lu Yuan held Fang Juexia's shoulder, "I remember you said before that you learned classical and modern dance when you were a child."

Fang Juexia nodded, "Skip when she was a kid."

"When I was a kid?" Ling Yi could get into the topic at any time. "Juexia, have you learned to dance since you were a child? You have never told us."

Pei Tingsong walked behind with his hands in his pockets, saying goodbye to me when he was a child. When did this guy share his experience?

"Yeah." Fang Juexia's eyes were unconsciously hanging down, and the snow-white floor tiles in the corridor were dazzlingly illuminated by the lights. A shiny brick reflected a stage. The man on the stage danced calmly and had a wide range of moods. Walking forward, he saw his tender self under the stage, holding his mother's hand and looking up.

[Mom, I will be like my dad in the future!]

[Okay, our baby will definitely become the most powerful dancer, even better than your dad~]

"I studied for a few years, but then I didn't." Fang Juexia looked up and looked straight ahead, and walked to the elevator with everyone. His tone was calm, as if to prevent everyone from continuing to ask questions. He quickly continued, "The foundation should be still there, I can try it."

Jiang Miao looked down at his hand, "Oh, I have to work on my old job again." As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand was caught by He Ziyan. He made a move to rub the plate and smiled, "Winning the old job again 2.0."

Lu Yuan: "Then you guys are going to do something, I want to choreograph now!"

Ling flattered, "Brother Yuan! Dalian City Grass! I want a super handsome part!"

Seeing everyone making noise, Fang Juexia felt a long-lost warmth in her heart. It seemed that when she was back at her debut, everyone was working hard to move towards their dreams and presenting the best stage, except for someone.
To be continued...