"Chen Chufan?" Li San muttered to himself silently, this name seemed to be very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. And more than once, but all of a sudden I couldn't remember anything.

In this way, in the constant tangle in his mind, Li San returned to his office. It is said to be an office, but in fact, it is a gathering place for first-class gangsters. A small house of more than 40 square meters, an old desk, with a chair and a sofa, is all the belongings in the office. There are cigarette butts all over the ground, and it looks like they haven't been cleaned for a long time. A phone on the desk is the only decent appliance, if it can be considered an appliance.

Li San just picked up the phone and was about to dial out to ask his younger brother to inquire about who this person was, but suddenly paused. His eyes were on the number that had just been dialed in at the caller ID of the phone, the call was from Zhang Peng, and when he saw this call, Li San thought of Zhang Peng, and thought of Zhang Peng, and Li San thought of where this Chen Chufan was.

"Department of History, Chen Chufan! Nima's, isn't that the student that Zhang Peng's kid wants to do? No wonder the name is so familiar! Remembering who Chen Chufan was, Li San put down the phone and said to himself with a sneer: "Hehe, what a coincidence!" My grandson wants to use your grandfather Li and me as a gunman, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to pull you into the water this time? ”

For a while, Li San only felt that his heart was open, and his original depression was completely swept away.

Chen Chufan didn't know that he had been remembered by a certain big brother on the road, he was sitting in the school library seriously, with a whole stack of history books next to him.

sat in the music classroom with Ye Siying for a long time, and couldn't wait for a little inspiration, so the two left the music classroom. At the suggestion of Ye Siying, Chen Chufan came to the school library to find some miscellaneous histories and small stories in wild history to find inspiration. According to Ye Siying, if you want to write a song with a sense of historical vicissitudes, of course, you should go to the history books for inspiration.

Chen Chufan was as good as a stream, as soon as he got out of the music classroom, he ate something casually, and ran to the reading room of the school library alone. Thanks to his memorable reading speed at a glance and ten lines, he found a suitable subject matter in a short time.

The source of the story is "Luoyang Jialanji", which should be regarded as an ancient miscellaneous book, recording a lot of Buddhist allusions, literary strokes, dynastic history, and geography and humanities. Of course, what finally attracted Chen Chufan was one of the poignant love stories, the gist of the story is that a young general met a beautiful woman by chance in a small village, and the two fell in love at first sight and made a private decision for life. But at this time, the border war was raging, the general was transferred to the border by the imperial court to fight, in the troubled times, the war was endless, the woman was hard to guard the general, the youth was gone, Zhu Yan was getting old, and finally chose to become a nun in the ancient temple of Jialan. When the generals returned from the wind and frost, they found the ancient temple of Garan, where the woman was ordained, but the personnel were no longer there, and the fate was gone. The two stood in the ancient temple on a rainy night, and finally could only cry and look at each other speechlessly.

Poignant love stories can always move people, and Chen Chufan's inspiration also gushes out from the touching brought by poignant stories. He seemed to see the ancient temple in the night rain, two sad people who had no fate, looking at each other in the rain. So he hurriedly took out a pen and paper and wrote down a lyric.

The wind curtain moves, the miserable rain lingers, who can understand, the spring is gone, the face is getting old, and the gray hair is increasing. The expedition is over, the remnant city is an isolated village, are you still holding on outside the isolated village? The flowers fell, and there were no words and tears, and it was another year, and I wanted to ask why it was difficult to live and die. At that time, it was agreed that I would stay together in this life, keep the red dust, and keep you to spend your life together! Layer by layer, it is the depth of the steps into the mountain, and I heard that you are still alone. The bleak rain is annoying, and when I wake up from a dream a few minutes a night, the steps reverberate and wait. Layer by layer, it is the depth of the steps into the mountain, I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city. The collapsed mountain gate, cutting off the love and suffering, etc., in this life there is fate and no part of us.

I especially miss that I was once young and envied many people, but now, I am no longer in style, like old and withered vines. Years are fleeting, fireworks are cold, please don't ask me if I'm serious. The Buddha once said that if you have a deep love for a long time, you need to wait hard. And I can, wait alone for a thousand years, just for the truth of the next life. If you wish, wait for the next life to pass through the door, wait for the dream to be warm, and wait for me to play a guzheng. Layer by layer, it is deep into the mountain steps, I heard that you are still alone, the miserable rain is annoying, how many times do you wake up from a dream overnight? What reverberated on the steps was to wait a little longer. Layer by layer, is the deep steps into the mountain, I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, the collapsed mountain gate, cutting off the love and suffering, etc., in this life there is no fate is us, the night rain outside the Jialan Temple looks forward to eternity.

After writing the lyrics in one go, Chen Chufan let out a sigh of relief. In his opinion, the work of writing the song is half done, and when he has free time, he will compose the song according to the lyrics.

Carefully put away the lyrics written in his hand, Chen Chufan, who was in a good mood, reclassified the wild history books on the table one by one, put them back on the bookshelf, and left the library that had been there for a long time.

Today is Friday, and the afternoon is the first day to go to work at Aunt Liu's, of course Chen Chufan does not dare to slack off. Before returning to the dormitory, he went directly out of the school gate, took a taxi and went straight to the Clear Water Bay Club, where he was going to work.

Located on Yanjiang Avenue in W City, Clear Water Bay Clubhouse is a three-story old house renovated. Chen Chufan stood at the door of the clubhouse, looking at the old retro wooden door that was open, Chen Chufan even thought that the taxi driver had sent him to the wrong place. Fortunately, there was a female greeter in the door, and when she saw Chen Chufan standing at the door of the club in a daze, she walked out and asked politely, "Is there anything wrong with Mr.?" ”

"The professionalism is very high!" Seeing that the female greeter was wearing a regular cheongsam, Chen Chufan couldn't analyze her identity. I couldn't help but praise in my heart. There is no other reason, he is dressed up as a stall, running to the door of such a high-end club, and the welcome can be treated so politely, and his professional accomplishment must be nothing to say, which also makes Chen Chufan think a little more highly of Aunt Liu who recruited him into the club.

"My name is Chen Chufan, and I applied for the position of pianist in your club, and Manager Liu asked me to report today." Chen Chufan hurriedly explained.

"Oh, you're Xiao Chen! General Manager Liu has explained to us, you come with me! The female welcome looked at this big boy who was not a few years younger than herself with some curiosity, his eyebrows and eyes were still beautiful, but he was very tall and strong, and he was dressed very simply, and he really couldn't see that he was a pianist. Because the other pianists in the clubhouse may lack sports, they don't have such a tall and strong body at all, and their clothes are far more exquisite than Chen Chufan's, and even their hair is long, it is rare to see someone like Chen Chufan with a lot of hair, oh my God, he even wears a pair of sneakers, shouldn't the steel player wear leather shoes? In short, the big boy in front of him is like an athlete far more than a pianist.

"My name is Xiao Yun, and I'm here to be a greeter. Manager Liu will come later, she said that if you come, you will go to personnel to sign a part-time contract first. By the way, Manager Liu is very optimistic about you, and arranged you in Area C, which is the best and most expensive consumption area in the entire club! It seems that you really play the piano very well! Xiao Yun led Chen Chufan to the inside of the club, and kept talking, a little girl who likes to talk very much.

As soon as you enter the door of the clubhouse, there is a burst of transparent coolness. A single door separates the inside and outside of the house into two completely different worlds. Outside the house is scorching heat, but inside the house is cool.

Chen Chufan, who was enjoying the coolness, was carefully looking at the interior decoration of the clubhouse. Compared with the inconspicuous old exterior walls, the interior decoration of the clubhouse is completely extreme, and it is extremely luxurious. Of course, he thinks that luxury may also have something to do with Chen Chufan not seeing much of the world, in short, he thinks that the crystal lamps that are open during the day on the top of his head are very beautiful, and the exquisite murals dotted on the walls are particularly attractive, and the soft red carpet under his feet is very comfortable to step on, and it is also very clean, and it is often taken care of at a glance. In short, everything here and Chen Chufan's life experience of more than 20 years are completely parallel. "That's how rich people enjoy it!" Chen Chufan thought secretly in his heart. He didn't know that this Clear Water Bay Club was only a little famous in W City, and there were many high-end clubs in the country that were 100 times more luxuriously decorated than this Clear Water Bay Club.

It wasn't until Xiao Yun's words sounded in Chen Chufan's ears that Chen Chufan came back to his senses from the shock. "Oh? Sister Xiaoyun, is there still a partition in the clubhouse? ”

"Of course! Our club is a membership system, divided into three different districts according to the different membership levels, C area is the best district, wait until you go to work for a few days to know! Xiao Yun replied proudly. It seems that being able to work here is something that makes her feel very proud.

In this way, the two walked and chatted, and walked all the way through the two corridors and climbed one step to the door of the office with the sign of the personnel department. Along the way, while Chen Chufan had a general understanding of the club, he gradually calmed down the restrained mentality that inevitably arose when he first entered this kind of luxury club, and he was a lot more relaxed. Although everyone I met in the club gave Chen Chufan's dress a strange look, they were all ignored by Chen Chufan.

In fact, deep in his heart, Chen Chufan couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, I'm still inexperienced, I knew it was this kind of place, at least I should have changed into a formal set of clothes!" After sighing, it was inevitable that he felt that his outfit was a little unacceptable, but Chen Chufan thought about it, and with his recent series of superhuman-like changes, it seemed that there was no need for self-pity and self-harm in front of a group of ordinary people.

"This is it, you can go in by yourself, I'll go down to work first." By the way, the manager in charge of personnel is also surnamed Liu, and we all call her Sister Liu. After Xiao Yun finished speaking, she made a cheering gesture to Chen Chufan before turning around and leaving.

Chen Chufan looked up at the heavy wood-colored door, casually straightened out the T-shirt that didn't need to be sorted out at all, raised his hand and knocked twice, and the heavy door made two "bang, bang" sounds.

"It's still solid wood!" Chen Chufan thought secretly.

PS: It's a bit painful not to set up a crossing, but the lyrics written by others are really embarrassed to use the mixed word count directly. I had to make it up myself. If any fan of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" reads this chapter, don't complain about the lyrics. Pudding knows that he doesn't have Fang Wenshan's great literary talent, but he can't do it, no wonder!