Baiyunshan has already had an idea for the song "Wolf Flute".
After all, since we want the under group to stand up and gain a sense of presence, how can we do it without a guarantee of good works? Therefore, the appearance of this song is inevitable, and it must be specified in the current under to ensure that it will have a real effect.
With the completion of the first single, according to his understanding of the operation team, he will definitely start the progress of the second single non-stop, expanding and consolidating the results obtained from the debut single. At that time, there will be another personnel change in the selection group and the under group, and this song is prepared for the members who have fallen from the selection group this time, and is used to stabilize people's hearts.
Of course, there are so many ideas, but from Baiyunshan’s point of view, it’s actually not very complicated, just write it!
As long as there are enough resources, whether it is selection or under, the gap will not be huge, it is more just a thought and a goal to achieve.
By then, no matter what happens, everyone's mentality will obviously be more relaxed.
At least it won't bring tears to the studio every time - although these things are needed by the operation team and are also a great tool to attract audiences and fans, but for him, he would rather attract less popularity than have such a scene. , after all, I still can’t see the girls crying.
After taking a long breath, Baiyunshan walked out of Yoshio Konno's office and opened the window in the corridor. He held the window edge with both hands and took a deep breath in the fresh air after the rain.
The colorful neon lights at night appeared chaotic and complex under the refraction of water droplets, and the reflection on his face was uncertain.
His eyes were not cold, but the air was condensed because of it.
But how could he not cry?
He couldn't help but think to himself that the members were all girls of normal age. Parting and disparity often brought about alienation and sadness. In this case, how could they not cry sadly? This is inevitable, just like the pains that are inevitable in growing up in life, there is no way to avoid it.
All I can say is try your best...
Baiyunshan stared at this corner of the night scene for a long time. It wasn't until the raindrops hit the back of his hand again that he came to his senses, closed the window, and then turned around and left.
...
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The night comes wind and rain, Whispering Colour.
There was a heavy rain at the beginning of March, catching everyone off guard, and Baiyun Mountain couldn't help but think of this poem.
He still remembered the meaning of the poem, but that was not important. The important point was that in his opinion, Meng Haoran supported the flower and bird market and had no choice but to run away. He was excited when he thought that there were people in Baiyun Mountain who had the same position as him more than a thousand years ago. I can't sleep, I wish I could travel back to the Tang Dynasty to discuss it with him——
Okay, the above are all made up. He just remembered this poem accidentally, and there were not so many weird thoughts coming out.
The rainy day didn't last long, and he wasn't too busy at work lately, so the next day, he started to fulfill his promise.
This promise, of course, refers to the barbecue and sashimi that Baiyun Mountain promised Hashimoto Nanami. The sashimi may take some time, but the barbecue is much simpler. During this time, he has already found a restaurant with a good reputation. It's not too expensive a barbecue restaurant, so I picked a good time and made an appointment.
It's sunny after the rain.
Not many flower buds fell off the branches in the spring rain. Now that the weather is getting warmer, they begin to bloom. Pink or white flowers are crowded among the green branches and leaves. The colors are fresh and pleasant, which makes people feel happy.
There seems to be a faint floral fragrance in the air, but it is something that many people with pollen allergies avoid, and they can often be seen walking around in the crowd wearing masks.
The sky is blue, the vast clouds and mist are rolling in, and under the beautiful spring light, people's mood is also high. It feels like the shackles of winter fatigue have faded away, and the whole body is relaxed and at ease.
Baiyun Mountain is waiting at the intersection.
Next to him stands a convex reflector, and crude graffiti can be seen on the low wall behind him, probably made by children living nearby. The things painted are very irregular. There are flowers, people, blue sky and white clouds, piled up randomly, like a platter cut out of paper and put together, it looks very messy.
Baiyunshan felt happy.
When he looked at these graffiti, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and his eyes seemed a little clearer under the spring breeze.
Maybe it's because of the painting, maybe it's because of the weather, maybe it's because of something else.
what is it? Baiyun Mountain couldn't think clearly for a while.
"Host, because you are tempted." The system suddenly said coldly.
"Do you know this about the system?" Baiyunshan raised his eyebrows and said amusedly.
"No, the system doesn't understand. It's just that the system is supported by a huge database. After counting all the data, the host's performance should be in line with the following situations: feeling proud, being named on the gold list, surviving the disaster, and being proud. And. According to the information currently obtained, the last situation has the highest probability, so the system judges it this way."
Baiyunshan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "System, your calculation is not accurate. People's emotions are ever-changing and unpredictable. It's too general for you to use four situations to summarize my current performance, isn't it?"
The system calmly replied: "The system only makes conclusions based on the data. It doesn't matter whether it is general or not. It just gives the answer and allows the host to judge."
"Of course, if the host feels that it is too perfunctory, here is a separate piece of data that can prove it: if a normal person meets the person he likes when he is in love, there is an 80% chance that he will forget to breathe for a moment."
Bai Yunshan retorted in his mind: "Is there something wrong with this probability? Are you sure you didn't include patients with dyspnea? This is the first time I have heard this statement in my life, and I have never encountered it in more than 20 years. What about the situation you mentioned, am I the 20%?"
"The system said that everything is just a reminder based on data. Whether you believe it or not depends on the host."
"It's like a fortune teller!"
Baiyunshan complained in his heart, smiled helplessly, and then continued to admire the graffiti.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly reached his ears.
"Bai Yunsang, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."
"Oh no-"
Baiyunshan knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived, so he casually moved his gaze back from the low wall to look at the other person, only to see Nana Hashimoto standing there quietly and calmly with her hands folded in front of her.
The girl is slim and tall. She wears an off-white thin silk sweater on the outside of her upper body, which is matched with a black top. Underneath, there is a long sky-blue skirt that stretches along the body and covers her legs straightly. Only half of her round and strong calves were exposed, looking gentle and elegant.
Ling Li's short hair seemed to be longer than two months ago, spreading over her shoulder blades and slightly covering her slender and white neck. The baby fat on her cheeks still remains, but it is gradually fading away. Her facial features are three-dimensional and unique, with a faint bookish air flowing between her eyes, and she is quiet and natural.
The spring breeze suddenly started to flow, the green leaves were swaying, and the newly bloomed petals on the branches were spinning and falling.
The girl's continuous skirt swayed randomly in the wind, and white petals fell on it, like white clouds in the blue sky, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint fragrance.
The sun shone down from high in the sky, and the ground that had not dried up shone with sparkling golden light, blurring the edges of the girl's figure into one piece. There is no distinction between reality and reality, and the figure seems to have stepped out of the painting, exuding an elusive beauty, and a halo of light envelopes it, making people dazzled.
Baiyunshan was stunned.
"What's wrong?"
Hashimoto Nana tilted her head to greet him and stared into his eyes doubtfully.
At this moment, Baiyun Mountain forgot to breathe.
