I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, Xinhua Bookstore.

Chen Feng appeared in the reference book section of the bookstore.

When he went to work during the day, he had already checked on the Internet to find out which books he should read to learn music creation from scratch with a completely zero-based pure and new.

He has to learn from scratch.

To learn composition, an ordinary person needs to have a considerable degree of research on the theory of music, harmony, rhythm and musical style, etc., and form a cognition of intertwined rationality and sensibility in one's mind, so as to deep in one's Only when the heart has an understanding of music, it is possible to write a complete work.

With cognition, feelings, rhythm and structure...

The latter realm are too far away for Chen Feng, and he doesn’t even know the spectrum now. , There are million miles apart from independent creation.

But he is not in a hurry, and the ten thousand zhang high building rises on the ground, and things have to be done step by step.

He didn't intend to be a real creator. He used standard answers to reverse the problem-solving process, which was much simpler than real creation.

He doesn't need inspiration, he just needs to be a porter.

After spending two hours in the bookstore, until the salesman reminded him that he was leaving work, Chen Feng took "Basic Music Theory", "Learning Creation from Sanxian", "Learning Guitar with Zero Basics", " Reading Music and other reference books to consolidate basic knowledge left the bookstore.

He also bought a low-quality guitar for three hundred yuan on the Internet, and it will take about two or three days to arrive.

It was past nine o'clock in the night when I returned home, and Zhong Lei upstairs had already left.

Chen Feng temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​continuing to approach Zhong Lei. Anyway, he couldn't post it. It's better to be self-reliant.

unconsciously, a month passed.

At 8:30 that night, Chen Feng gnashing teeth was playing the guitar strings in the room.

Boom boom boom, the sound is intermittent, completely out of tune, and there is no rhythm at all.

The big drops of sweat came out from the top of Chen Feng's head, sliding down his cheeks, tickly falling on the floor.

He is gnashing teeth, his expression is slightly hideous.

He really didn't expect to learn musical instruments so hard.

He can basically recognize the notes on the basic score, and he can barely memorize it in the heart, but it's unbelievable to play.

Hold on for a few more minutes, Chen Feng threw the guitar on the bed, tilted his head up on the bed, his eyes dull, and his mood was down.

This is the fiftieth time he wants to give up in the past 30 days.

The adult's thinking mode has become a fixed pattern, without the sense of smell of artistic cells, it is too difficult to learn music from scratch.

If you don’t have innate talent, even if your eyes understand it and your ears remember, you still think you will, but you can’t do it well.

These days, Chen Feng only sleeps almost four or five hours a day.

He has to go to work during the day, and he has no money to hire a teacher. He can only reluctantly study with extremely low efficiency in his spare time at night.

Sleep time is too short, making him sluggish for a long time during the day.

Chen Feng feels that if he continues like this, he may not copy the song, for fear that he will be overworked first.

What's even more frustrating is that over time, the classic melodies and lyrics that he barely memorized are gradually being forgotten.

Except for "Bored", which has written a few lyrics, he can't remember almost a complete lyrics for other songs.

What's even more painful is that even the song "Bored", he still can't remember the whole song, only the catchy part of the chorus.

Memory is like sand in your hand, the harder you hold it, the more it will slip through your fingers.

The more he deliberated, the more he found nothing.

It’s only to blame when he listened to songs in his dream, he never thought that he would have to copy these songs one day.

Otherwise, at that time, he might just hum a little more.

"Ai, I'm afraid I have forgotten thoroughly before I learn it, right?"

If you can turn back time, give him another chance to "dream", Chen Feng I feel I will cherish it.

From the very beginning, you have to study hard and practice hard, and strive to spend a year, even if it is rote memorization, somehow copy his songs.

Unfortunately, now the dream is not only awake, but also broken.

Chen Feng gave a wry smile, muttering to himself: "Counting the ball, fate sometimes has to be there, and there is no time to force it, no more practice!"

He fiercely Sit up straight, grabbed a crackle of the guitar, and wanted to break the strings.

Anyway, Zhong Lei is definitely not at home now, and no one will be bothered by him.

If the two biological clocks were not completely staggered, Chen Feng would really not dare to practice in the room.

Unexpectedly, thirty seconds later, I heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs from outside the door.

dong dong dong.

Chen Feng's door was knocked hard.

Open the door, Zhong Lei, wearing light blue pajamas, stands at the door of the room with his hair messed up, and his beautiful big eyes are staring at Chen Feng angrily.

The neckline of her pajamas is a little bit lower, but Chen Feng, who is a guilty conscience, doesn't dare to look at it.

Damn, why is she still at home?

"What the hell are you going to do in the big night! Have you let people sleep?"

Chen Feng waved his hand awkwardly, "I...I'm learning to play the guitar."

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"You learn a ghost! I can tell you clearly, I only listen to you for five minutes to know that you have no sense of music! If you put it bluntly, you are a person who sings with incomplete tone and a messy sense of rhythm!"

After this month of hard work, Chen Feng is very self-aware. He knows what Zhong Lei said is right.

Although Zhong Lei is telling the truth, it is too irritating to hit people without slapping them in the face.

He wants to say something to save his face.

Zhong Lei said again: "I beg you, don't play, I can't easily take a vacation and sleep full, please let me go."

See you Her tone improved slightly. Chen Feng was about to respond, but he was going to give up anyway.

I don’t want her to say again: "I beg you for your guitar too, don’t play it. Although it’s just a bargain, it’s too miserable to be played like this. Why don’t you just use it? If it burns as firewood, just treat it as a relief, okay?"

Wori...

Chen Feng almost didn't mention it in one breath, "Wh... Huh..."

These words are too vicious.

Even if he knew that the other party could become a contemporary Beethoven, Chen Feng wanted to confuse her.

Zhong Lei didn't give him a chance to go crazy, and turned around and walked upstairs, "Anyway, don't blame me for not saying hello. If you want me to hear that noise again, I will definitely complain to you!"

She banged the door shut again.

Chen Feng downstairs is so angry, that hatred in his heart.

But he really can’t help it. After all, his own job is the apartment steward. It’s his own business to deal with the noise in the neighborhood and disturbing the people. Even more how the noise is his steward. Myself.

If Zhong Lei complains, he will deduct his half a month performance bonus if he says less.

Chen Feng wanted to say something, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, do not bully extremely the youngster. Sooner or later, you will beg me.

But he turned to think of his miserable self-study experience in the past month, and he felt frustrated.

It seems that there is no chance to be ashamed.

Forget it, so be it.

This night, Chen Feng tossed and turned in bed for nearly two hours before falling asleep very hard.

……

"Pvtman Chen Feng! Get out!"

Chen Feng opened his eyes sharply.

The hazy sunlight is a bit strangely dazzling.

Looking around all around, this is an endless giant Grand Plaza.

In the sky in the distance, some cone-shaped aircrafts are flying into the air at a fast and time slow.

In the vicinity, there is a face that is unfamiliar and familiar with Chinese characters.

The owner of this square face is glaring at him with a look of cannibalism.

The same place, the same person, the same eyes wide staring angrily.

It is exactly the same as at the beginning of the dream a month ago.

Chen Feng lost his mind again in a daze.

I... Am I dreaming again?

After 1 month later, did I enter that dream again?

And still a reserve soldier?

Even the first sentence of the instructor Ding Hu to wake him up is exactly the same!

This...what's the situation!

"Still in a daze? Go and run ten laps around the playground!"

Ding Hu's deafening roar sounded in Chen Feng's ears.

Chen Feng made a shivered, and even the lines that asked him to run the lap were the same.

When he dreamed last time, Chen Feng didn't immediately go to run the lap, but dumbly asked who I am, where I am, what am I doing, and why should I run the lap?

As a result, ten laps became twenty laps, and he was almost exhausted on the playground.

This time Chen Feng learned to be clever, and made a military salute quickly, then turned his head and threw his legs on the playground track.

At the same time, he glanced at the electronic clock on the tower in the distance.

October 26, 3019 AD, eight o'clock in the morning.

It's really this day again, and it's back to the beginning of the dream.

He is still at a loss as to what the hell is going on.

Why did you have the same dream exactly 1 month later?

Why are the beginnings of the two dreams exactly the same?

What is the meaning of this dream?

The existence of Zhong Lei has proved that the dream is a real world, so what does it mean that everyone is dead in the end?

Am I really dreaming?

Or is it that my soul has crossed a thousand years and has come here?

Why can I go back again?

Why is the second dream a fresh start?

Is the time going back again?

There are still hundreds of thousands of reasons why I can’t figure it out, but it does not prevent Chen Feng from quickly clearing his thoughts.

Don't think about things you can't figure out, just grab the key points before you.

At least this shows that I can really do it again, this time I will not lose the time!

When he is in a good mood, he runs laps much lighter.

Yes, this time he wants to learn music!

After a month of hard training, he is still a scum.

What about a year of hard training?

Mini-guarantees don’t have to go to work, so they can do their own thing without any distractions!

And he can also check the original songs for comparison at any time.

This dream came in a timely manner.