Rebirth of the Aspirations of Choucheng

Lu Xiaoyan never imagined that before he was disturbed by the guitar in the window, almost half an hour later, Ling Xi had stood in the same position and stared silently at the window of the musical instrument store for a long time.

As long as she passes nearby, Ling Xi will always stop by to take a look at her "old friend" who has been with her for more than 300 days, and secretly hopes that the "old friend" will not be taken away until she saves enough money to take it away. Take it home that day.

Ling Xi was sent out to buy lunch. Teacher Wu was picky about the delivered meals, so she ordered spaghetti bolognese and frozen milk tea from a restaurant on this street, and fresh organic fruit salad after the meal.It is said that Ling Xi signed a contract to be a singer, and handling music-related matters for Teacher Wu is considered a help. There is also a female assistant named "Baomei" in the studio who is responsible for taking care of Teacher Wu's basic necessities.Unfortunately, Baomei was sent out to do some errands today, and she didn't return until noon, so the task of running errands and odd jobs naturally fell on Ling Xi.

It wasn't until Ling Xi returned to the studio with big and small bags of soup that Baomei rushed back sweating profusely. Once she entered the door, she kept explaining that she couldn't get a car on the way and was delayed, and Ling Xi had to pay extra. I'm sorry for work.Ling Xi didn't care about these trivial matters, and didn't bother to spend much time talking, just nodded slightly, and then started to clear the table and arrange the meals.

There was a small TV hanging in the corner of the restaurant. Teacher Wu didn't like a quiet environment, so he changed the channel as soon as he walked in.The picture kept jumping, and suddenly a familiar face appeared on the screen. Teacher Wu put down the remote control with great interest, and started watching while eating.

It was a parent-child talk show, and the guests were the musician Ye Ming and his 15-year-old son Ye Yitong, whom Mr. Wu met some time ago.There are many pictures and videos of father and son getting along in the program, which is warm and touching everywhere. There are fathers holding their newborn sons and kissing constantly, some fathers helping their sons who have not yet grown teeth to toddle, and some fathers holding their sons’ hands to teach He knew the piano keys, and his father hid behind the scenes before his son performed on stage, quietly pumping his fists to encourage him...

Ling Xi looked at it silently for a while, holding the chopsticks in her hand without moving.

Ye Yitong recently won a prize in a piano competition. The host made no secret of his love for him. He always praised him as a musical prodigy and praised Ye Ming for being a good teacher.Talking about his son, Ye Ming was full of pride inside and out. He said that Ye Yitong was extremely sensitive to music since he was a child. Sometimes, my son will always stagger to the side, dancing and beating to the melody.Facing the camera, Ye Ming said emotionally: "Father should be the most powerful existence, like a mountain, which can carry your child and let the child step on his shoulders to touch the stars in the sky..."

Ling Xi vaguely remembers that when he was a child, he also had a mini version of a toy grand piano, which was not much larger than a desktop computer. The shell was made of plastic, and the keys felt untouchable when pressed down. Almost none of the notes were accurate, but he liked that toy very much. , I like it so much that others don't touch it.The first piece he learned was "Little Star", twinkling and twinkling, and the sky was full of little stars... At that time, he didn't know what musical notes were, and no one taught him the corresponding keys. Just listening, knocking and knocking, I discovered the mystery.Being able to play "world famous music" with one finger made little Lingxi, who was not as tall as a chair, feel excited and proud. Unfortunately, he had no one to show off to, and no one praised him as a genius.

Most of the memories about childhood are blurred, leaving only some sporadic fragments.Ling Xi was five years old when he was sent back to his grandfather's house. He seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing. He was at a loss for the future life, and he was full of curiosity about everything far away from the city.Behind the village house where my grandfather lived was a large pond, and there were frogs jumping around in the grass by the pond.Ling Xi was digging mud by the pond with a small bucket and a small shovel. He was so focused on digging that it was getting dark and the moon was rising. On a windless night, the water surface was as stable as a mirror, clearly reflecting the entire night sky, full of stars. Little by little, it seems like silver powder is scattered on the water... Ling Xi thought he had discovered the big secret, he ran back to the house like a gust of wind: "Dad, Dad, come and see, there is a sea in the backyard, and the sea is full of stars... "

But the father who sent him was gone, and only grandpa was left in the room. Grandpa took his hand and smiled kindly: "Little Maotou, your mother ran outside to play alone and lost her way. It will take a long, long time to recover." Going home, grandpa is so lonely by himself, will you stay with grandpa in the future, okay?"

Ling Xi thought about it for a while, then nodded vigorously: "Okay." At the same time, she laughed with a big dimple.

At that time, he didn't think he was abandoned, so he didn't feel sad at all.Regarding the night that changed the trajectory of his life, he only remembered that there were many giant mosquitoes around the chandelier, flying around and bumping into people's faces from time to time, which made him very irritable, and the herbal tea taken out of the refrigerator was very bitter, and he had to frown and hold his breath I can only drink it down, and my grandfather's palms are very rough, with blue veins bulging on the back of his hands, as if covered with earthworms, and the old songs that my grandfather sang when he coaxed him to sleep are very pleasant... Unfortunately, it has been too long. I can't remember what song it is...

At the end of the show, Teacher Wu was very emotional: "So it is useless to believe in Buddha or God. It is the most unfair to be a genius. People have been different since they were born. For example, my father is in music, and my son Playing the piano in elementary school, he may also be an artist when he grows up. What if dad is a fisherman? My son dried salted fish and shrimp paste from elementary school, and at most he can be a small owner of an aquatic product shop when he grows up..."

Baomei also nodded in agreement: "It's like my dad, who has sold gossip magazines for half his life at the roadside newsstand. It makes me see a lot of people in the industry are weird.” Seeing that Ling Xi was fascinated by watching TV before, she couldn’t help displaying the spirit of gossip inherited from her father, “By the way, Ling Xi , I never heard you mention it, what does your father do?"

Ling Xi pouted: "I don't have a father."

Baomei was very embarrassed, and regretted that she should have spoken quickly: "I'm sorry, Lingxi, I don't know..."

"Without a father, I can do what I like, and maybe I can do it better." Ling Xi looked calm, lowered his head and ate his food.

The dishes were cold and the taste was not very good, but this did not affect his appetite in the slightest.Grandpa said that a person has to eat two bowls of rice every meal outside, and he will be alone in the future, so he has to work hard to eat two bowls of rice every meal.Not only to eat well, but also to sing well, to be the most popular singer, to win the Golden Melody Award, to go on a concert tour around the world... I hope to see my mother one day, because my grandpa and grandpa miss her very much...

After dinner, Mr. Wu took out the itinerary and flipped through it. He was going to fly to other places to attend an important event in the afternoon, but the work schedule was too full, and there was still a music piece for publicity that was not finished. He was still stuffing the last bite Fan's Baomei: "Go and pull out the few pieces of material I asked you to sort out yesterday."

"Oh, it's here." Baomei hurriedly raised the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, and ran to open her backpack to search for it.

Teacher Wu looked at his watch, and couldn't help feeling a little impatient: "What are you going to do with the package if you are asked to adjust the materials? Don't dawdle, Miss, if you delay the flight, you won't wait for anyone."

Baomei glanced at Teacher Wu, and replied timidly: "Yes... that... my computer has a virus, so I copied all the materials and saved them in a USB flash drive last night. I clearly remember that they were put in this bag , why can't I find it..." She was also so anxious that she simply lifted the backpack upside down, and all the things inside were piled up on the table, searching one by one.

"Tell me what the hell you're doing! It's just adding to the chaos!" Teacher Wu's voice was raised several times in an instant, and the spit was almost sprayed on Ling Xi's face.

Ling Xi has no interest in irrelevant things, and he doesn't want to be affected by Teacher Wu's anger, so he has been huddling in the chair and keeping his presence as low as possible.

Baomei became more and more anxious and confused. She rummaged in the backpack to no avail. She began to open the drawers one by one and took out all the bits and pieces inside. Oh, did it fall in a drawer..."

Teacher Wu paced back and forth, tapping his palms constantly, exhausted his patience a little bit: "Have you found it? How much more time? Please, you are paid to do things, can you be more serious? Can I ask you to come back?" Is it to hold you back?"

Baomei rummaged through all the large and small drawers on the desk, and had already begun to search for pen holders, file folders, tissue boxes, and other places where it was impossible to hide the USB drive.Her hair was disheveled and fell down, covering half of her face, but Ling Xi could still clearly see a few tears falling from her chin, and splashing on the table.If she couldn't find it again, she would definitely cry out.

Seeing Teacher Wu's anger soaring a little bit, and he was about to explode, Ling Xi struggled with himself for a long time, and took the initiative to ask Ying: "Teacher, if you are in a hurry, you can go there first. I remember what you said yesterday, and I know what to do." How to make it up, why don't I make it for you, and I will send it to you online later."

Time waits for no one, so Teacher Wu had no choice but to do as he said: "Then you hurry up, I guess you won't be free until after dinner, I hope you don't delay the serious business."

As soon as Teacher Wu left, Baomei breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands together and waved towards Ling Xi: "Thank you, Ling Xi, thank you so much, I thought I would lose this job."

Ling Xi actually didn't like this kind of muddle-headed attitude, but looking at Baomei's red-eyed, frightened look, it was pitiful, so she didn't say anything more: "Hurry up and look for it, I'm also in a hurry."

Baomei repeated the previous rummaging behavior several times, and finally sat down on the chair discouraged: "It's over, it's over, I must have left it in a taxi just now, I knew it! When I got out of the car, I heard 'Bada' One sound, I didn't see anything when I looked back, and I didn't pay much attention, what should I do?"

"What should I do?" Ling Xi looked at her incredulously, "There is no other way, you can call and explain to Teacher Wu yourself."

Seeing that the disaster was serious, Baomei sat downcast for a while, and couldn't help sobbing and crying again, tears fell down like beans, and soon wet the front of her clothes.She also knew that hiding was impossible, so after dawdling for a while, she still reluctantly picked up the phone, intending to take the initiative to apologize to Teacher Wu.

Watching her pick up and put down the phone, put it down and pick it up again, Ling Xi still couldn't hold back her own heart after all: "Forget it, let's work overtime together at night, I'll help you out."

Baomei grabbed a tissue and blew her nose hard, and muttered dejectedly: "The material is gone, and you can't help. Forget it, thank you."

Ling Xi gave a "tsk" in disgust, raised her finger and pointed her forehead: "Who said it's gone? They all exist here."

Baomei didn't react for a while, she stared blankly for a few seconds, and smiled funnyly: "You remember it? You can remember it after hearing it? Lingxi, you are really my idol! You are so capable! You He's a nice guy! The biggest, biggest nice guy!"

She was so excited that she wanted to hug Ling Xi's arm subconsciously, but Ling Xi dodged it quickly. Only then did she realize that the relationship between the two was not very familiar, so she scratched her head and laughed, "What should I do?" Thank you? Shall I treat you to afternoon tea?"

"Don't drink." Ling Xi continued to keep a distance.

Baomei feels sorry, and always feels that she can't take advantage of Ling Xi for nothing: "Then what work do you have in hand, I will help you."

"No need." Ling Xi turned around and left.

He has tall legs and long legs, and his steps are big and fast. Baomei trots behind and chases with some difficulty: "How about... How about I choose a gift for you after I get paid?"

Ling Xi neither answered nor looked at her, just silently took out the earphones from her pocket and put them on her ears, the music played, and the world became quiet...

"Bright Star" is a contest for newcomers jointly organized by the TV station and several performing arts companies. The judges include popular singers, well-known producers, stylists, senior DJs and other people from various fields. A professional competition for authority and popularity.

From the audience's point of view, this is completely an entertainment program. Many young people come here with their dreams in mind. Through this stage, they bravely show their charm and talent, and then embark on the road of performing arts and become rising stars of tomorrow.In fact, there are often various forces behind similar competitions. Of course, some people want to use this to discover a group of newcomers with potential and audience popularity, but most of them want to use the opportunity to push out the newcomers they like. , Swipe up popularity, hype hype news, expand and expand popularity...

Going back more than 20 or [-] years, those who are engaged in music can still play the tricks of high and low, claiming that the wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and as long as the works are excellent, they are not afraid of being bought by others.But now is the era of entertainment for all, where gimmicks and packaging are required for everything, facing so many dazzling choices, who has the patience to find a vague face that is buried in the crowd every minute?Being an artist is most afraid of being unknown, and even more afraid of being forgotten.

The threshold for the primary election is not high. Basically, those who look good, sing well, and behave normally have a chance to pass.On the day of the competition, Lu Xiaoyan accompanied Mu Xia. He always had to do the show to the end. In addition to cheering, he also took Mu Xia to meet some familiar friends on the TV station, politely asking them to help and "take care" Mu Xia.No matter how poor Lu Xiaoyan is, he is still Lu Yuanteng's son, and he is backed by a Tianhua International in Nuoda, so if he comes to talk in person, someone will always give him three points.As for how far to "take care of", it depends on the future operation and Mu Xia's fortune.

It just so happened that Lu Xiaoyan was not the only one who made this idea, but also his ex-wife Sheng Kuang who had no relationship in his previous life.Sheng Kuang also had a sunny and handsome boy with him. He was in his twenties and dressed in trendy and fashionable clothes. It seemed that he was not a newcomer that Jinding planned to launch, or a potential stock that he was paying attention to recently. He was also looking for someone to say hello.

At this time, Sheng Kuang didn't know Lu Xiaoyan, or he should have heard of the name, but they didn't know much about each other.In Lu Xiaoyan's plan, Sheng Kuang is a very important No. [-] figure, even if he didn't meet this chance, he would take the initiative to meet Sheng Kuang for a while.We all hang out in the same circle, so naturally there will be many friends who are the same, so before Lu Xiaoyan brought it up, someone has already taken the initiative to introduce them.

While exchanging polite words with Sheng Kuang, Lu Xiaoyan accidentally found Ling Xi walking down the other side of the stairs with a guitar on his back.Because of the relationship between height and proportion, Ling Xi is always very conspicuous in the crowd, coupled with his unique stride walking posture, all kinds of familiar small movements, Lu Xiaoyan can't even ignore him, it's almost impossible for him to glance at him out of the corner of his eye. recognized.

Ling Xi obviously also saw Lu Xiaoyan, he raised his arm slightly as if he wanted to say hello, but soon his eyes caught on to Sheng Kuang next to him, and he retracted his hand again, pretending that he didn't see anything, just striding like that gone.

Lu Xiaoyan slapped his forehead, secretly blaming himself for being too careless, unexpectedly, Ling Xi would also be attracted by this competition.In his heart, he certainly didn't want Ling Xi to get involved, it had nothing to do with Mu Xia, he just didn't want Ling Xi to be on the cusp of the storm and be affected by some negative and dark things.The entertainment industry is a vanity fair, with highs and lows and red tops and whites, those who have gone far, who has not experienced fighting all the way, the so-called competition, of course depends on strength, talent, and audience popularity in the early stage, but in the end, Connections, means, and ambition are indispensable.

He can't see Ling Xi's hard work, he doesn't want Ling Xi to be wronged, and he doesn't want Ling Xi to bear too much pressure. Anyway, one day he will win Tenghua International and firmly control all kinds of resources. It is not easy to win Ling Xi ?He even hoped that Ling Xi would always be that comfortable appearance of Lai Yangyang sitting beside the floor-standing fish tank, playing and singing with his guitar in his arms.

After a few more brief chats, Lu Xiaoyan hurriedly ended his conversation with Sheng Kuang, and drove to chase Ling Xi in the direction he left.Fortunately, Ling Xi didn't go very far, Lu Xiaoyan quickly spotted him, honked his horn several times from behind, and finally managed to stop him.

Seeing that it was Lu Xiaoyan when he turned around, Ling Xi wasn't too surprised, he didn't say hello immediately, but carefully aimed at the back seat through the car window.

Lu Xiaoyan parked the car on the side of the road steadily, opened the car door and asked Ling Xi: "What are you looking at?"

Ling Xi answered truthfully: "That female guest just now."

"What guest?" Lu Xiaoyan raised his eyebrows in confusion, and it took him a long time to finally realize what Ling Xi was referring to. He was so angry, "Where is the guest? A female guest! Really think I'm out to sell Is it?"

Ling Xi was so fiercely confused: "No, I know that none of you will come out."

"Are you stupid? Really..." The swear words came to his lips, but Lu Xiaoyan swallowed them back. He really couldn't figure out why Ling Xi believed that he was a "young master".Are you blind?Won't you look at his face?Don't you want to see his temperament?Why don't you see how many cowherd shops he wears enough to buy?In the final analysis, it was Lin Guangle who caused this trouble. It seems that it is hard to get rid of Lin Guangle's anger if he doesn't give Lin Guangle a good beating.

Afraid that he couldn't help cursing out harsh words, Lu Xiao exhaled heavily, and asked Ling Xi patiently, "Why are you here today?"

Ling Xi replied confidently: "Here comes the champion."

Lu Xiaoyan didn't understand again: "What kind of championship will you win? This is just the beginning of the preliminary round, where will the champion come from?"

Ling Xi pursed her lips confidently, her dimples looked a little obedient and mischievous: "Compared to it, there will be more!"

Lu Xiaoyan was deeply puzzled: "Is winning a championship so important?"

Ling Xi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yeah."

If the conversation continues like this, Lu Xiaoyan will only feel that he is an idiot, he waved his hand decisively: "Listen to me, quit, don't focus on these messy things."

Ling Xi didn't speak, but frowned obviously, with big question marks in his eyes.

Lu Xiaoyan knew that Ling Xi was brainless, and explained to him with his fingers: "You like music, so you can make your music with peace of mind, how happy you are, as for whether you are famous or popular, that's not something you should worry about. Otherwise, why do you need the agent and the company? Listen to me, don't go to the muddy water of the competition, wait patiently for two years, then I can help you, you will have everything you want, and there will be things you can't think of, Whether you like to be a champion or win big prizes, as long as you have money and connections, you can buy as much as you want..."

At first Ling Xi was still listening seriously, but gradually he lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Lu Xiaoyan. As he spoke, he simply turned around and walked away silently without saying hello.He naturally has his reasons for what he wants to do, and these reasons don't need to be explained to others, because others are not him, and they may not understand if they explain it.

As soon as Lu Xiaoyan finished speaking, Ling Xiren ran away, but he couldn't call back after saying "hey hey" several times, so he quickly got out of the car and chased after Ling Xi, explaining earnestly behind Ling Xi's back: " I'm not saying that you can't sing well, and I don't mean to underestimate you. I just want to tell you that many things are not as simple as they appear on the outside. New talents who have no chance to make their debut need to give it a go. You can obviously go further It's easier and more stable, and there's no need to expend that effort..."

To put it bluntly, Ling Xi still didn't respond, and walked forward without looking sideways, so Lu Xiaoyan had no choice but to swallow his breath and follow behind: "Okay, it's really boring to explain this specially, but I'm really not the young master of the Cowherd's shop, I'm totally You misunderstood, plus Ale likes to joke. Actually, I live pretty well. I have a little capital and a little background. At least I have the ability to fulfill the promises I made. So... Ling Xi, you are listening Is it Ling Xi?"

Lu Xiaoyan was deeply ashamed of his soft-spoken and deceitful behavior, but he made an exception and bowed his head. Ling Xi still didn't show face, and his little patience was worn out, so he simply grabbed Ling Xi by the shoulders. He pulled it back: "Hey! You..."

Ling Xi didn't know when he put on the earphones. Facing Lu Xiaoyan's sudden appearance, he seemed at a loss. He froze for a moment, and stared at Lu Xiaoyan with his big black and white eyes, his eyes were clear and bright: "Hey, are you still here?" Didn't leave?"

"You...you..." Lu Xiaoyan's fire was instantly turned off by Ling Xi's gaze, his mouth was parched, and he couldn't help stammering, "You...what song are you listening to?"

Ling Xi generously took off half of the earphones and stuffed them into Lu Xiaoyan's ears.It was a guitar solo, the melody was very simple, and there were no special tricks or techniques.Lu Xiaoyan listened intently, everything around him disappeared unknowingly, as if a huge glass fell from the sky and held him in it, the air, sunlight, and noisy crowd were all isolated from his world...

After listening to a piece of music, Ling Xi asked Lu Xiaoyan: "How do you feel?"

Lu Xiaoyan lowered his head and thought for a moment: "I can't say it... I just feel faint, astringent, a little sad..."

Ling Xi was very happy after hearing this: "That's it, that's right, this is the effect I want."

Seeing that Ling Xi didn't take the previous matter to heart at all, Lu Xiaoyan's mood became clear: "Is this the song you wrote?"

"The studio took over a film soundtrack project. The producer teacher asked me to try to write one of the episodes. The movie is called "The Islander", and the director is the famous Feng An." Ling Xi said with a tone A little bit excited, "By the way, are you free?"

Lu Xiaoyan nodded hurriedly: "I'm free, I'm free."

Ling Xi curled the corners of his mouth in high spirits, and showed his white teeth in a smile: "Then let me sing it to you, and you can give me some advice." Before Lu Xiaoyan agreed, he added, "Anyway, you are a layman, too professional I don’t understand what I’m talking about, and the opinions I give are more in line with the general audience’s level.”

Lu Xiaoyan's expression froze for a moment, and he smacked his lips twice, really not knowing how to answer these words.But Ling Xi couldn't take care of this, he had already walked a long way towards the direction where the car was parked, and kept urging Lu Xiaoyan back: "Let's go, what are you thinking about?"

The two sat back in the car, Ling Xi put the guitar on his lap, cleared his throat and said, "Before I sing, let me tell you about this movie... This is a story that happened in the 60s of the last century. The poet was sent to a remote island for political reasons, far away from his wife and daughter, and had to repeat heavy physical labor every day. The island has inconvenient transportation and scarce resources. In order to seek spiritual comfort, he spent all his little living expenses on He bought paper and ink, and the poet insisted on writing letters to his family every night, but the letters he wrote could not be sent. On the island, he met a friend who had a similar experience. The friend was luckier than him and could leave first. Xiaodao, before parting, the poet gave all the letters he wrote to his friend, and asked his friend to help him bring them to his wife in the distance. After many, many years, the poet finally regained his freedom. When he returned home, he realized that his wife had died He unilaterally announced his divorce many years ago, and remarried to a friend who helped bring the letter. When he left home, his daughter who was only two years old didn’t know him at all. The poet couldn’t bear to see that his wife and daughter were living well. Disturbing them, I told my daughter that I was just an uncle who stopped by to visit them, and then returned to the small island alone without stopping for a while, and continued to write letters every night but could not send them, until the day I died of old age... ..." After the story was told, Ling Xi lightly plucked the strings a few times, and sang in a low voice: "My heart is on a deserted island, and the island is in the middle of the water. , I can't see my hometown..."

In Ling Xi's peaceful and soothing singing, Lu Xiaoyan slowly closed his eyes, feeling the tide rushing from all around, submerging the ground under his feet.For a moment, he felt that he was on a dark isolated island, where the end of the ocean was connected to the sky. He couldn't see any hope or future, so he could only wait day and night for someone to appear and accompany him to live hard on the desolate island. Go down... Opening his eyes again, he saw Ling Xi bathed in the sun.

After singing the song, Ling Xi asked Lu Xiaoyan expectantly: "Does it sound good?"

Lu Xiaoyan was silent for a long time, and finally laughed at himself: "I don't know why, when I heard you sing just now, I suddenly felt very lonely, as if I was abandoned by the whole world..."

Ling Xi puffed up her mouth and made a funny expression, leaned over and hooked her arm on Lu Xiaoyan's shoulder: "What about now?"

Lu Xiaoyan nodded happily: "Well, I'm not so lonely now... but I feel a little dependent." Looking at Ling Xi's guitar, Lu Xiaoyan's intuition was different from what he remembered, "Hey, Ling Xi, Where's your guitar?"

Ling Xi shook the guitar puzzledly: "Aren't you here?"

Lu Xiaoyan was not quite sure what he thought: "Is this your guitar?" He definitely didn't understand the tone and sound quality, but the workmanship of this guitar was obviously poor, and it looked very new, it didn't look like it had been used for a while of.

"Of course it's mine, isn't it written on it!" Ling Xi turned over the back of the guitar and pointed it out to him. There was a small sticker stuck to the corner, with two words written crookedly on it—Ling C.