Perfect Superstar

Lu Chen had a dream, a long, long dream.

The world of dreams is familiar and strange. Different characters represent different wonders, and he has experienced three different lives in this world!

The first part of his life belongs to a singer named Xu Bo, his personality jumped off, he loved music madly, and although he possessed good talent, he was never able to make a big red and purple, like floating around.

In the second period of his life, his name is Moran, the actor, his appearance is not steady and restrained, he has played different characters in many films and television works, but it is all about the character, and he has always been a companion to others.

On the other hand, the last stage of life is a freelance writer who likes music, movies, travel and food, often with a backpack wave, relying on the unbridled style of laughter to cheat the cost of living online.

Fate is amazing, an accidental gathering that allows Xu Bo, Wan and Mingyi to get to know each other. Despite their different personalities, they still have a lot in common with each other, so they become true friends.

Later, the three of us traveled together and suddenly encountered a mudslide on the Panshan road leading to Yulong Snow Mountain...

When countless pieces of mud mixed with mountain stones rushed into the car's windows, the immense sense of fear and choking woke Lu Chen up suddenly and rose up on the bed!

He gasped violently, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes broke and his soul fell apart.

After a long time, Lu Chen barely returned to his soul.

The gaze slowly focuses on the familiar abyss, the dim light of the small table lights barely illuminate this less than ten square meters volcano, with no furniture other than the beds beneath it, a dilapidated set of tables and chairs and wardrobes.

But he was still a little confused. Whether he was Xu Bo, Maran or Fang Mingyi, their memories were so vivid that they were so deeply engraved in the divine soul that they could not be separated.

Lu Chen tucked his coat on indiscriminately and flushed it into the small bathroom. Then he quickly untied the faucet and threw the water directly in his face with his hands.

The intense irritation of cold tap water awakens his faint mind instantly.

Appearing in the mirror is a young face.

The face is very positive, the corners are quite handsome, the eyebrows of the sword are bright and deep, the strong nose beams and thin lips are slightly stubborn, but there is just an indescribable sense of frustration and darkness between the eyebrows, revealing disappointment in life and gray.

Lu Chen was finally able to determine whether he was still him or the 22-year-old who had not graduated from the university and had been drifting in Beijing for almost a year!

Didi!

Suddenly the phone resting on the bed made a loud noise.

Lu Chen shook his head forcefully, forcing himself to forget the confusion in his mind for a while, brushed his teeth and washed, then left the basement of the volute to run to work.

He now lives in a scenic neighborhood near the third ring of the capital, one of dozens of rooms separated in an old building basement.

A small room of less than 10 square meters rents up to $1,200, but it is preferable to have a private bathroom, not far from where you will be working during the daytime hours of the morning, and just five minutes from the nearest MRT station.

In a super city with a population of over 30 million, there are many outsiders like Lu Chen, either for life or for dreams.

They are often referred to as "floats” or “ants," and some people mock themselves as "floats.”

As a member of the "floating ants", Lu Chen ran out of the community and onto the sidewalk. He broke through the fog in the morning and rushed towards the working place.

Everything seems to be different again, as usual.

At dusk, Lu Chen dragged his tired body back into the dark snail house.

He left himself heavily in a single bed, closed his eyes for a moment, cheered up and sat up, grabbed his guitar resting in front of the bed.

This single-board guitar is the most precious item Lu Chen currently owns. The guitar panel is made of white pine wood, the back panel is made of rosewood triple plywood. White pine is one of the best materials in the world recognized for making guitars, the tone is excellent and the sound is more sensitive after playing for some time.

Even at the most difficult times, Lu Chen never thought of selling this guitar because it was a gift for Lu Chen's 18th birthday.

Lu Xue is Lu Chen's sister. Buy this guitar and use all the change she has saved!

In three hours, Lu Chen will use this guitar to make a second wage.

During the day, Lu Chen was an hourly worker at the Kentucky store. At night, he was also a waiter and singer at a bar in the rear of the capital, working two jobs each day for more than 15 hours.

Lu Chen did not want to do this, but the heavy debts of the family forced him to do so, otherwise his sister would be in danger of losing school and many debtors would come to the door.

Lu Chen also has a sister, like him, who is fighting to pay his debts. As the only man in the family, what other reason does he have to evade his responsibilities?

Holding the guitar, Lu Chen gently dialed the steel string, and the song poured out like running water, sprinkling the small room.

Somehow, he felt comfortable playing casually today. The usual slightly harsh fingers became incredibly skilled, as if he had gone through millions of exercises to reach whatever he wanted.

Lu Chen's heart moved and straightened his spine. He began to play seriously.

He played "Flying Pigeons."

Flying Pigeons is a popular song written more than a decade ago by famous singer Tan Hung. It has a beautiful melody and is considered one of the most suitable folk songs for guitar playing, although there are quite high requirements for fingering and singing.

Lu Chen is not a musician, he is a popular music enthusiast. He has learned to play guitar for several years, and self-singing can attract many ignorant young girls.

To be honest, the wealthy Lu Chen only used guitar playing as a tool to show off.

And to earn a living, his amateur makes him the only singer in the bar - someone who sings, nobody at most is the mattress, the lowest of the bar singers.

"Flying Pigeons" has been played before Lu Chen, insufficient power to manage, can't play that precise finger, can't sing the scenario in the song, the eastern effectors make people laugh.

But now that he plays "Flying Pigeons" again, he finds that the finger difficulties no longer exist, opens the breath and sings shallow, the loud song echoes in the room, with different charm.

“Dream of being a pigeon flying in the blue sky, la-la-la-la-la-la"

After singing, Lu Chen pressed his finger on the string and stunned.

How did that happen?

Is this really a song you sing yourself?

Bang, bang!

The door of the room was suddenly knocked.

Lu Chen woke up and let go of Ji. He said: "Come in, the door is open! ”

The door was swiftly pushed open and a skinny, tall glasses man walked in with an exaggerated smile on his face and raised his thumb towards Lu Chen: “Big singer, awesome! ”

Lu Chen chuckled: “Then you should hurry and reward them. Just give them tens of millions! ”

“Want money or not, kill one! ”

The glasses man screamed loudly, a face that preferred to die, and looked like he could not help but kick his foot.

The glasses man is Lu Chen's next door neighbor, his name is Li Feiyu, and he is from Xiangnan. He has been in Beijing for three years and is currently selling in a 4S car store.

The basement space is enclosed, the room is separated by a fireboard, the sound insulation effect is poor, so Lu Chen practiced playing in the snail house, and the left and right adjacent houses can hear clearly.

Big Singer is the nickname Li Feiyu gave Lu Chen. It is a kind tone. Because they are about the same age and have a good temper, they become friends. The former often come to the door in their leisure time.

Li Feiyu also loves to sing, but he has five incomplete sounds. Singing is like a ghost wolf howling. He has a certain ability to appreciate popular songs. He just passed by and heard Lu Chen play "The Flying Pigeon", all stunned.

“But seriously, brother...”

After the joke, Li Feiyu said very seriously: “You sing really well, although the style is a little different from Tan Hong's, but you are also full of meaning, at least ten times better than those saliva songs you used to sing! ”

He opened his fingers and hated that his feet could not be raised.

Lu Chen chuckled: "Thank you! ”

He knew he used to sing really badly.

“It's weird...”

Li Feiyu had a mysterious look on his face. He glanced around and lowered his voice and said: "Dude, you're not possessed by the god of songs, are you? Juvenile waste firewood has been curiously cultivated into great progress, and from now on, at the height of his life, he marries rich and white, and sings at night...”

Li Feiyu also has a hobby, is to read online novels, very imaginative.

“Die! ”

Lu Chen couldn't help but laugh and kick over, interrupting each other's nonsense.

But the memory of Xu Bo, the singer in the dream, flashed in his mind - Xu Bo not only sang very well, but was also good at playing guitar, whether it was a folk guitar or a classical guitar, all of which played divine evolution.

“I'm out! ”

Li Feiyu jumped flexibly to the door and laughed: "Big Singer, if you can still do the original work, then with your current standard of playing, I'm sure you can do it red! ”

Must be red?

Lu Chen grinned and shook his head. He stood up and closed the door.

Jingcheng is a place of human metaphor and the cultural center of the country. There are many talented musicians and singers in the thousands of Beijing floats. How many can it really be red?

If you want red, talent, strength, connectivity and luck, you need one!

What does Lu Chen have?

And where is the original simple...

All of a sudden, Lu Chen's head seemed like a spiritual flash and instantly lit up his thoughts.

Original?

He jumped in front of the little desk and couldn't wait to turn on his old laptop.

The 50-second boot time was already used to, but now it feels year-on-year. After getting to the desktop, Lu Chen immediately moved his mouse and clicked on a software icon that hadn't been opened in a long time.

It's like opening doors to change fate!