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

The world in the dream is familiar and unfamiliar, different characters perform different wonderful, and he actually experienced three different lives in this world!

The first period of life belongs to a singer named Xu Bo, who has a flamboyant personality and likes music madly, although he has a good talent, he has never been able to become popular, and he wanders around like duckweed.

In the second period of his life, his name is Mo Ran, an actor, his appearance is not good, calm and introverted, he has played different roles in many film and television works, but all of them are supporting roles, and his acting skills are excellent, but he has always been a foil for others.

Fang Mingyi, who spent the last part of his life, was a freelance writer who liked music, movies, travel and food, and often wandered the world with a backpack, relying on the uninhibited style of laughter and scolding to cheat living expenses on the Internet.

As fate would have it, a chance gathering allowed Xu Bo, Mo Ran and Fang Mingyi to get to know each other, and although they had different personalities, they still had a lot of common topics with each other, so they became true best friends.

Later, the three of them traveled together and suddenly encountered a mudslide on the winding mountain road leading to the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain

When countless mud mixed with mountain rocks broke through the car window and rushed into the car, the huge fear and suffocation made Lu Chen wake up suddenly, and he suddenly sat up on the bed!

He gasped violently, his forehead covered with fine sweat, and his eyes were disillusioned.

After a long time, Lu Chen barely came back to his senses.

The gaze slowly focused, and the familiar humble room was greeted by the dim light of the small table lamp, which barely illuminated the dwelling of less than ten square meters, with no furniture other than the bed, a set of dilapidated tables, chairs, and wardrobes underneath.

But he still couldn't tell whether he was Xu Bo, Mo Ran or Fang Mingyi, the memories of the three of them were so vivid and vivid that they were deeply engraved in the soul and could not be separated.

Lu Chen put on his coat indiscriminately, staggered to the small bathroom, and then quickly turned on the faucet, and directly picked up the water with both hands and threw it on his face.

The intense stimulation brought by the cold tap water made his drowsy mind wake up instantly.

In the mirror, a young face appeared.

The face is very positive, the edges and corners are quite handsome, the sword eyebrows are deep and the eyes are deep, the firm nose bridge and thin lips have a slight hint of stubbornness, but there is an indescribable depression and haggard between the eyebrows, revealing the disappointment and gloom of life.

Lu Chen was finally able to determine that he was still him, or the 22-year-old young man who had not graduated from college and had been adrift in the capital for nearly a year!

Drip, drip!

The phone resting on the bedside suddenly chirped loudly.

Lu Chen shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to forget the mixed thoughts in his mind for a while, hurriedly brushing his teeth and washing, and then leaving the basement of the snail house and running to work.

He now lives in the Jingming neighborhood of the third and fourth ring roads of the capital, one of the dozens of rooms separated from the basement of an old building.

The rent of a small room of less than ten square meters is as high as 1,200 yuan, but it is better to have a separate bathroom, and it is not far from where Lu Chen works during the day, and it is only five minutes away from the nearest subway station.

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

They are often referred to as "Jing Piao" or "Ant Clan", and some people laugh at themselves as "Drifting Ants".

As a member of the "Drifting Ants", Lu Chen ran out of the community and ran to the sidewalk, he broke through the early morning fog and ran briskly towards the place where he worked.

Everything is business as usual, and everything seems to be different again.

At sunset and dusk, Lu Chen dragged his tired body back into the dark dwelling.

He threw himself heavily on the single bed, closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then sat up again and took the guitar that was resting in front of the bed.

This veneer guitar is the most precious item that Lu Chen currently has, the guitar top is made of white pine, the back and side panels are made of rosewood plywood, white pine is recognized as one of the best materials in the world to make guitars, the tone is strong and the texture is excellent, and after a period of playing, it is more sensitive to the sound.

Even in the most difficult time, Lu Chen didn't think about selling this guitar because it was Lu Xue's eighteenth birthday gift to Lu Chen.

Lu Xue is Lu Chen's younger sister, and buying this guitar used up all her pocket money she had saved!

In another three hours, Lu Chen will use this guitar to earn a second salary.

During the day, Lu Chen is an hourly employee at a KFC store, and at night, he is a waiter and a rapper in a bar in Houhai, Beijing, working two jobs at the same time, working more than 15 hours a day.

Lu Chen didn't want to fight so hard, but the heavy debts of his family made him have to fight, otherwise his sister would face the danger of dropping out of school, and many creditors would come to the door.

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

Holding the guitar, Lu Chen plucked the steel strings, and the pleasant sound of the piano poured out like flowing water, spilling all over the small room.

I don't know why, he feels that he is uncomfortable playing casually today, and his usually slightly difficult fingering has become extremely skillful, as if he has gone through thousands of exercises and reached the realm of doing whatever he wants.

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

He played and sang a song "Flying Dove".

"Flying Pigeon" is a popular song composed by the famous singer Tan Hong more than ten years ago, with a beautiful melody and is considered one of the most suitable ballads for guitar playing and singing, but it has quite high requirements for fingering and singing.

Lu Chen is not a musician, he is a lover of pop music, he has learned to play the guitar for a few years, and he can charm many ignorant girls by playing and singing.

To put it bluntly, Lu Chen, who was wealthy at that time, just used guitar playing and singing as a tool to show off.

And really used to make a living, his amateur made him only a la caller in the bar - someone can only sing, and no one orders at most is a mat field, which belongs to the lowest level of bar singers.

"Flying Pigeon" Lu Chen has also played and sung before, but his skills are insufficient and he is unable to control it, he can't play that precise fingering, and he can't sing the artistic conception in the song.

But now that he is playing and singing "Flying Dove" again, he finds that the difficulty in fingering no longer exists, and he opens his breath and sings softly, and the melodious singing echoes in the room, which has a different kind of moving charm.

"Dreaming of becoming a pigeon flying in the blue sky, lala~"

After singing, Lu Chen's fingers pressed on the strings and he was stunned.

How so?

Is this really a song that I played and sang by myself?

Syllable! Syllable!

There was a knock on the door of the room.

Lu Chen woke up, put down his guitar and said, "Come in, the door is not closed!" ”

The door was quickly pushed open, and a tall thin man with glasses walked in, with an exaggerated smile on his face, and gave Lu Chen a thumbs up: "Big singer, great!" ”

Lu Chen said with a smile: "Then you should hurry up and give a reward, just a few tens of thousands of rewards!" ”

"If you don't want money, you need to die!"

The man in glasses howled loudly, with an unyielding look that made people want to kick him.

This glasses man is Lu Chen's next-door neighbor, his name is Li Feiyu, a native of southern Hunan, who has been in Beijing for three years and is currently working as a salesman in a car 4S store.

The basement space is closed, and the room is separated by fireproof boards, and the sound insulation effect is very poor, so Lu Chen practiced playing and singing in the snail house, and the neighbors could hear it clearly.

The big singer is the nickname given by Li Feiyu to Lu Chen, which can be regarded as a good-natured ridicule, because the two are about the same age and have good tempers, so they have become friends, and the former often comes over to visit the door in his spare time.

Li Feiyu also loves to sing, but he is incomplete in five tones, and he sings like a ghost crying wolf, and he has a little appreciation for pop songs.

"But seriously, bro"

After the joke, Li Feiyu said very seriously: "You sing this song really well, although the style is a little different from Tan Hong's, but it is also full of artistic conception, at least ten times stronger than the saliva songs you sang before!" ”

He spread his hands and fingers, and he wished to raise his feet to make up the numbers.

Lu Chen smiled: "Thank you!" ”

He knew he hadn't sung well before.

"It's weird"

Li Feiyu showed a mysterious expression on his face, he looked left and right, lowered his voice and said, "Dude, you can't be possessed by the god of songs, right?" The young waste wood got an adventure and cultivated for a great progress, and since then he has stepped on the peak of his life to marry Bai Fumei, and he has been singing every night."

Li Feiyu also has a hobby, which is to read online novels on the Internet, and his imagination is very rich.

"Die!"

Lu Chen kicked over with a laugh and a kick, interrupting the other party's nonsense.

But the memory of the singer Xu Bo in the dream instantly flooded his heart - Xu Bo not only sang well, but also was good at playing the guitar, whether it was a folk guitar or a classical guitar, he played it brilliantly.

"I'm flashing!"

Li Feiyu flexibly jumped to the door and said with a smile: "Big singer, if you can still be original, then coupled with your current level of playing and singing, I dare to assert that you will definitely be popular!" ”

Can it be red by all means?

Lu Chen shook his head with a wry smile, stood up and closed the door.

Beijing is a place where humanity gathers, and it is also the cultural center of the country, and there are more talented musicians and singers in Beijing Drift, how many can really be popular?

If you want to be popular, talent, strength, connections and luck are all indispensable!

What does he Lu Chen have?

And the original where is simple

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light in Lu Chen's head, which instantly lit up his thoughts.

Original? That's right, it's original!

He slammed down on the small desk and eagerly opened his old laptop.

The boot time of up to 50 seconds was originally used to it, but now it feels like a year, and finally entered the desktop, Lu Chen immediately moved the mouse and clicked a software icon that had not been opened for a long time.

It's like opening the door to change your fate!