What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

There was once a young singer who was so poor that he only had dreams.

He can't say whether he sings well or not, and he can't say whether he has talent.

He was born in a major and graduated from a prestigious school. When he walked out of the school, he thought that there was a golden road in front of him.

But if he is really talented, why would he hit the wall everywhere for so many years and still be unknown, but if he is not talented, why would the company sign him and why would he make an album and spend resources to praise him.

He couldn't say it, and he didn't have to think about it. Before it was too painful, he died. He died to relieve all his worries. What's more, his death gave him a name.

The songs he composed, the words he composed, and the songs he wrote in his crumbling dreams were all named after his death. He couldn’t remember whether the friends he knew stepped on his corpse and touched the stars he could only look up to. , and the last fragment of his memory is the door plate of No. [-] ward with a corner missing, and his name written by the nurse below.

The nurse in charge of him didn't write very well, and his name was crooked and connected into a black thread like a ball of wool, which surged from the name tag into every corner of the room, passing by endlessly, only the house number marked [-] The number is clear.

Eight Zero Three has no intention of mentioning his name again. It was a small life that was as insignificant as a drop in the ocean. He looked back on everything that pushed him to death and had no intention of revenge. The past was like a river flowing along a predetermined path. The boat drifted on the river, capsized and drowned.

But how could he only complain about the rush of his own river when so many people went ashore in dilapidated boats.

"I want to hold a concert." Sitting in front of Banxi, [-] spoke without confidence.

But all ghosts have obsessions.

What is obsessive is often what you ask for.

His savings are about zero, but he wants a concert. The fans he didn't have after he died for several years are even more about zero, but he fantasizes that the audience will be full of audience.

And that old friend he wanted to invite.

He didn't know whether he should call him an old friend. They only met once in the company before they were alive. Maybe the one who died would be more familiar with him. In the album, every song in it is a song written by him.

Although he didn't have his name in the end.

Now the other party can be called a teacher even if he is not big or small in the circle, and it seems that it is not easy to invite someone inexplicably.

If his name was used, it might be considered as a lingering ghost seeking his life, even if Ba Lingsan had no intention of seeking revenge on him.

Killing is so dirty, that's not his obsession.After death, people will think about things that are not obsessions. Eight Zero Three just wants to invite the other party to listen to him sing, sing the song he originally wrote for himself.

He can sing very well, better than anyone.

It’s just that a concert needs a venue, equipment, and staff, in other words, money and resources. Unfortunately, [-] doesn’t have these. The wealth of the mysterious world is not available in the human world, and his savings are pitifully small .

Most of his friends are willing to help him, but he is unwilling to open his mouth to his friends - he promised Fendra's agent, so after completing this obsession, he may set off to a far away place, It may take a long time to come back, and this time may be the last time they meet in these tens or hundreds of years.

He wanted to invite his friends to listen to him sing, but he couldn't ask for help.

In the end, [-] sat opposite Bansi.

Uther told him that even though Bansy is an official wizard, sometimes he will accept private commissions, and the payment method is not clearly marked. In the end, he is left to try his luck. If he happens to have what Bansy needs, then everyone Mr. Wizard, a big business man, is happy to pay for his concerts.

"Uther should be happy to help you," Bancy said.

The voice of [-] is undoubtedly the one that Uther likes. With the character of the sea witch, he is absolutely happy to give a concert to his favorite voice, and then enjoy the music in the best position - that is for the sea witch It's like a gluttonous feast.

The kind that will be given to him if the money is paid.

On the contrary, it is strange to find him here, after all, he is the same with music.

[-] shook his head, "Mr. Uther wants me to sing a song he wrote."

He admits that the songs he's written suck compared to what Uther has written, and Uther is even willing to write songs just for him. Pie, he can be said to have a broken brain or he can be said to be stubborn and paranoid, but he just wants to sing his own song.

A song that will probably never be sung again.

So Banci is the one most likely to help him.

This is the candidate he rejected Uther, who Uther took the initiative to tell him.

"Okay." Bancy has always been very self-aware of his artistic accomplishments. When he was a teenager, he clearly realized that he hadn't inherited the artist's unique sensibility from his father, so he gave up reading and understanding [-]. Absolutely very artistic way of thinking, straight into the philistine vulgar bargaining link.

He has no shortage of money to hold the small concert that [-] wants, and he also has a way to fill an empty venue with people. The only question is why he wants to do it. In other words, he can dig out from [-]. The biggest benefit is whether it is worth his extra overtime work.

The value of [-] itself is not worth it.

Add Gao Minghong...

Can consider it.

Bansi is very brotherly and remembers that his cousin is still in the so-called "unrequited love", humming "Moonlight in the Deep Sea" in his head for a single loop to the wrong voice.

Banxi himself has entrusted [-] with a long-term entrustment, hoping that Gao Minghong will have a good dream from time to time to relieve the pain of lovesickness, but now that [-] is going to follow Fendra to develop outward, the wandering Obviously, the future cannot be dreamed stably for a long time.

"The concert will reserve a seat for me." Banxi changed his sitting position, ready to ask for a lot of money, "I still want your past... Anyway, you don't seem to want to stay very much."

Past memories, past experiences, and half of the long river of time constitute a part of the existence of "[-]".

Bancy didn't lie about [-], and made the disadvantages clear, "There won't be too much impact on the memory, but some things will not be remembered, and the soul will be not so stable. After all, this is almost equivalent to A small part of the soul is divided, you can rest assured that the divided part will not have its own consciousness, I can provide you with a medicine to stabilize the soul, and you will recover after drinking it for a while."

He gestured to the proportion of the divided part in the soul. The detailed proportion varies from person to person, but because of the shock before death and amnesia after death, and that Eight Zero Three does not intend to return to the identity he remembered , "the past" is not too important in the existence of "[-]".

Of course, it is impossible to completely harm the soul, but the ghost has good self-healing ability and will not cause permanent damage.

As for whether the voice will be affected after the division, no one has verified it. It may or may not be. For ghosts like [-] who still want to sing in the future, there is a certain risk.

Eight Zero Three didn't spend a long time thinking, and he didn't bargain as Bancy expected. He just went through the memories of his life in silence, and confirmed it with Bancy again.

Those things in the past were boring, dull and full of dust, so depressing that he would feel a little suffocated when he thought about it after his death. If he exchanged it for a concert with shining lights, he himself felt that it was too cost-effective to take advantage of the business.

When he was alive, he probably never imagined that the shit that got him into a mental hospital was worth a concert.

Eight Zero Three looked at Bancy, and Bancy looked at him, there was no hint of a joke in the wizard's eyes.

"Okay." Hearing himself say this, Ba Osan agreed briskly and calmly, as if he was about to throw away a heavy burden and clean up a dirty corner full of dust.

The person who used his words and his songs repeatedly repeated the hardships and pains of the past in the interview, as if there were shouts and blood tears in every line of the lyrics and every note.

But his voice and his music clearly do not have his past.

Never.