Lu Chen had a dream, a long, long dream.
The world in the dream is familiar yet unfamiliar, with different characters performing different splendor, but he actually experienced three different lives in this world!
The first part of his life belonged to a singer named Xu Bo, who had a flamboyant personality and loved music crazily. Although he had a good talent, he was never able to become popular and wandered around like duckweed.
In his second life, his name was Mo Ran. He was an actor. His appearance was unassuming, calm and introverted. He had played different roles in many film and television works, but they were all supporting roles. His outstanding acting skills were always a foil to others.
And Fang Mingyi in his last life was a freelance writer who liked music, movies, travel and food. He often wandered around the world with a backpack, relying on his unruly style of laughing and cursing to cheat living expenses online.
It is a wonderful fate that Xu Bo, Mo Ran and Fang Mingyi got to know each other through an accidental meeting. Although they have different personalities, they still have a lot of common topics with each other, so they became true friends.
Later, the three of them traveled together, and suddenly encountered a mudslide on the winding road leading to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain...
When countless mud mixed with rocks broke through the window and rushed into the car, Lu Chen suddenly woke up with a huge sense of fear and suffocation, and suddenly sat up on the bed!
He was panting violently, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes were broken and lost.
It took a long time before Lu Chen managed to regain his senses.
The line of sight slowly focused, and what came into view was the extremely familiar shabby room. The dim light of the small desk lamp barely illuminated this dwelling of less than ten square meters. Except for the bed under him, a set of dilapidated tables and chairs, and a wardrobe, there was nothing else. any other furniture.
But he still couldn't tell whether he was Xu Bo, Mo Ran or Fang Mingyi. The memories of the three were so vivid that they were deeply engraved in his soul and could not be separated.
Lu Chen put on his coat indiscriminately, staggered and rushed to the small bathroom, then quickly turned on the faucet, and splashed the water on his face with both hands.
The intense stimulation brought by the cold tap water instantly woke up his drowsy mind.
What appeared in the mirror was a young face.
The face shape is very upright, with sharp edges and corners, and he is quite handsome. His sword eyebrows are bright and his eyes are deep. His strong nose bridge and thin lips are slightly stubborn, but there is an indescribable depression and haggardness hidden between the brows, revealing Disappointment and gloom in life.
Lu Chen was finally able to confirm that he was still him, the 22-year-old young man who had not graduated from university and had been wandering in the capital for nearly a year!
Didi!
The mobile phone placed by the bed suddenly beeped loudly.
Lu Chen shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to temporarily forget the complicated thoughts in his mind, hurriedly brushed his teeth and washed his hands, and then left the basement of the small house and went to work.
The place where he lives now is Jingming Community near the Third Ring Road of Beijing, one of dozens of rooms separated in the basement of an old building.
The rent for a small room less than 10 square meters is as high as 1,200 yuan, but the advantage is that it has an independent bathroom, and it is not far from where Lu Chen works during the day, and the nearest subway station is only five minutes away.
In Beijing, a super city with a population of more than 30 million, there are many outsiders like Lu Chen, who either work hard for their lives or their dreams.
They are often called "Jingpiao" or "ant clan", and some people laugh at themselves as "piaoants".
As a member of "Drifting Ants", Lu Chen ran out of the community and onto the sidewalk. He broke through the early morning fog and quickly ran towards the place where he worked.
Everything was as usual, and everything seemed different again.
At sunset and dusk, Lu Chen dragged his tired body back to the dark dwelling.
He threw himself heavily on the single bed, closed his eyes and rested for a while, sat up after a bit of refreshment, and took the guitar that was placed in front of the bed.
This veneer guitar is currently the most precious item that Lu Chen owns. The top of the guitar is made of white pine, and the back and sides are made of rosewood plywood. White pine is recognized as one of the best materials for making guitars in the world. The timbre is powerful and the texture is excellent, and after playing for a period of time, it becomes more sensitive to the sound.
Even in the most difficult time, Lu Chen never thought of selling this guitar, because it was Lu Xue's eighteenth birthday present to Lu Chen.
Lu Xue is Lu Chen's younger sister, buying this guitar used up all the pocket money she had saved!
In another three hours, Lu Chen will use this guitar to earn a second wage.
During the day, Lu Chen was an hourly worker at a KFC store. At night, he was a waiter and singer in a bar in Houhai, Beijing. He worked two jobs at the same time, working more than 15 hours a day.
Lu Chen didn't want to fight like this, but the family's heavy debts made him have to fight, otherwise his sister would face the danger of dropping out of school, and many creditors would come to him.
Lu Chen also has an older sister who is struggling to repay the debt just like him. As the only man in the family, what reason does he have to evade his own responsibilities
Holding the guitar, Lu Chen lightly plucked the steel strings, and the melodious sound of the piano poured out like flowing water, filling the small room.
For some reason, he felt that he was more comfortable playing casually today, and his fingering, which was usually a little difficult, became extremely proficient, as if he had experienced thousands of times of practice, and reached the state of doing whatever he wanted.
Lu Chen's heart moved, he straightened his spine, and began to play seriously.
He played and sang "Flying Pigeon".
"Flying Pigeon" is a popular song composed by the famous singer Tan Hong more than ten years ago. It has a beautiful melody and is considered one of the most suitable folk songs for guitar playing and singing. However, it has quite high requirements for fingering and singing.
Lu Chen didn't study music, he was a lover of pop music. He had studied guitar playing for several years, and he could charm many ignorant girls by playing and singing.
To put it bluntly, Lu Chen, who was from a wealthy family at that time, only used guitar playing and singing as a tool to show off.
But to really make a living, his amateurism makes him only a singer in the bar-someone can only sing, and no one can sing at most, which belongs to the bottom of the bar singers.
"Flying Pigeon" Lu Chen had played and sung before, but his skill was insufficient and he couldn't control it. He couldn't play the precise fingering, nor could he sing the artistic conception of the song.
But now playing and singing "Flying Pigeon" again, he found that the difficulties in fingering no longer exist, he opened his breath and sang softly, and the melodious singing echoed in the room, with a unique and charming charm.
"Dreaming, becoming a pigeon flying in the blue sky, la la ah~"
After singing, Lu Chen pressed his fingers on the strings and froze.
How could this be
Is this really a song that I played and sang myself
Snapped! Snapped!
There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.
Lu Chen woke up, put down the guitar and said, "Come in, the door is open!"
The door was quickly pushed open, and a tall, thin man with glasses walked in. With an exaggerated smile on his face, he gave Lu Chen a thumbs up: "Big singer, that's amazing!"
Lu Chen smiled and said: "Then you should hurry up and give a reward, just a few tens of thousands will be enough!"
"Whether you want money or not, you want life!"
The man in glasses howled loudly, with an expression that would rather die than submit, making people want to kick him.
This man with glasses is Lu Chen's neighbor next door. His name is Li Feiyu. He is from southern Shonan. He has been in Beijing for three years and is currently working as a salesperson in a car 4S shop.
The basement space is closed, and the room is separated by fireproof boards. The sound insulation effect is very poor, so Lu Chen practiced playing and singing in the small house, and the neighbors could hear clearly.
"Big Singer" is the nickname Li Feiyu gave to Lu Chen. It's a good-natured joke. Because the two are about the same age and have good tempers, they became friends. The former often came to visit in his free time.
Li Feiyu also loves to sing, but he is tone deaf, and when he sang, he was like howling ghosts and howling, but he has a bit of appreciation for pop songs. Just passing by, he was stunned when he heard Lu Chen playing and singing "Flying Pigeon".
"But seriously, bro..."
After the joke, Li Feiyu said seriously: "You sing this song really well. Although the style is a bit different from Tan Hong's, it is also full of artistic conception. It is at least ten times stronger than the slobbery songs you sang before!"
He spread his hands and fingers, wishing he could raise his feet to count.
Lu Chen smiled and said, "Thank you!"
He knew he hadn't sung very well before.
"It's so weird..."
There was a mysterious expression on Li Feiyu's face. He looked around and said in a low voice, "Brother, you are not possessed by the God of Songs, are you? The young waste wood has made great progress in his cultivation, and since then he has set foot on the pinnacle of his life." Marrying Bai Fumei, singing and singing every night is as good as people... "
Li Feiyu also has a hobby, which is to read online novels on the Internet, which has a very rich imagination.
"Go to hell!"
Lu Chen kicked over dumbfoundedly, interrupting the other party's nonsense.
But the memory of the singer Xu Bo in the dream suddenly appeared in his heart - Xu Bo not only sings very well, but also is good at playing the guitar, whether it is folk guitar or classical guitar, he can play superbly.
"I flash!"
Li Feiyu nimbly jumped to the door, and said with a smile: "Big singer, if you can still create originals, and with your current level of playing and singing, I dare say, you will definitely be popular!"
Must be red
Lu Chen shook his head with a wry smile, stood up and closed the door.
The capital is a place where people gather together, and it is also the cultural center of the country. There are many talented musicians and singers among the tens of thousands of Beijing drifters. How many are really popular
If you want to be popular, you need talent, strength, connections and luck, all of which are indispensable!
What does Lu Chen have
And where is the originality simple...
Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light in Lu Chen's head, which instantly lit up his thoughts.
original? By the way, it is original!
He rushed to the small desk and turned on his old laptop impatiently.
The 50-second boot time was already used to it, but now it feels like years. After finally entering the desktop, Lu Chen immediately moved the mouse and clicked hard on a software icon that he hadn't opened for a long time.
It seems to be opening the door to change fate!