On October 1, the seven-day National Day holiday began. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Before seven o'clock in the morning, Li Mingcheng opened his eyes.

The morning light outside the window is faint, you can vaguely hear the crisp birdsong outside the window, a rare long vacation, in addition to the elderly people, a good sleep is the choice of most people, so in the past, the community that should have been lively at this time is particularly quiet today.

Li Mingcheng stood up on the pillow with his backhand, stood up and leaned against it, stared at his eyes for a while, and waited until he completely cleared the remaining sleepiness in his brain, and then turned over and got out of bed lightly.

Mom and Dad are still sleeping, busy for a few months, they need this holiday to relax, especially Mom, this year's graduating class of her in addition to the National Day and then want to have a holiday, it is estimated that she will have to go to the New Year.

Taking off his pajamas, Li Mingcheng walked out of the room shirtless, first went to the kitchen to turn on the gas and electric water heater, then went to the bathroom to defecate, and then took a basin of hot water out to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Then change into a set of tracksuits, take the money and keys, and go downstairs.

There is a small park near the municipal community, which is very old and rarely visited, which is also one of the reasons why Li Mingcheng chose it as a place for his daily morning exercises--Clean.

At around a quarter past seven, Li Mingcheng went out and jogged all the way for about ten minutes before arriving at this unknown old park.

Although the old park is small, it is enough for Li Mingcheng to start a fight and fight a set of punches.

He casually found an open space to do warm-up exercises, and began to punch one by one. Now that he has practiced this set of boxing very proficiently, it can be said that he has returned to the peak state before his rebirth, and he is vigorous with one move and one style, just looking at the posture has a little kung fu boy taste.

After a set of punches, after a slight break to relax, Li Mingcheng got up and jogged home again.

At present, Yuanzhou City is still in a period of slow development, unlike more than ten years later, because the urban plot is too small, the city center began to move outward, and now the municipal community where Li Mingcheng's home is located has not yet hung the hat of the old city, and the surrounding area can be called the most prosperous center of Yuanzhou City.

At the entrance of the municipal community, just a variety of breakfast shops are enough to fill a street.

But Li Mingcheng's favorite is still the rice noodle shop.

Homemade rice noodles, served with fragrant bone broth and fragrant fried meat pieces, can be eaten in a large bowl for only three yuan.

This is the taste that Li Mingcheng can't forget in his memory, in his previous life, the first thing he did every time he went home was to take his luggage to the rice noodle shop and order a bowl of soup noodles to eat, so that when the two store owners transferred the store in 2015, Li Mingcheng was still sad for a long time.

After breakfast, the sky was already bright.

Li Mingcheng went home and took a hot shower, changed into clean casual clothes, and went into the bedroom to start listening to songs.

The past two years have been the most prosperous period of the Chinese music scene, with Wang Feng, Sun Nan, Han Hong, Na Ying, Xu Wei, Pu Shu in the mainland, Jay Chou, Wang Lihong, Pan Weibo, Xiao Yaxuan, Jolin Tsai, Zhang Shaohan, Wang Xinlin, and the combination of S.H.E, Mayday, Fei'er Band, as well as Sun Yanzi, Liang Jingru, Lin Junjie, Guangliang, etc. from neighboring Chinese-speaking countries.

Li Mingcheng buys a CD at a nearby video store almost every week, and as his small personal vault that he has saved for more than a decade continues to slim down, stacks of CD discs gradually crowd the bookcase shelves in his bedroom.

He listens to songs very casually, and does not selectively pick which singer's album to listen to, usually listening to whichever album he picks at random.

He is now listening to the latest album "13131" by mainland female singer Chen Ling.

An album contains eleven songs, about 50 minutes of playtime, Li Mingcheng is lying on the bed with headphones on, listening to the songs while taking a nap, occasionally humming a familiar melody twice.

By the time the album was finished, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning, and Li's father and mother got up and started making breakfast.

So Li Mingcheng got up from the bed, sat down at the desk with his guitar in his arms, took out a blank pile of five-line scores, and began to play the piano and hum the melodic fragments he recalled recently, and at the same time recorded them. There are both Chinese songs and English songs in these semi-finished products, and sometimes one or two Cantonese songs and Japanese and Korean songs are interspersed, but English songs still account for the majority, after all, he listened to European and American music more in his previous life.

The work also took nearly an hour, and when it was done, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

Then, Li Mingcheng put down the pen and paper and began to practice singing.

In the past, he practiced songs for about an hour, and the repertoire was not fixed, but today it was a little different, he only practiced one song, and the practice time was extended by half an hour.

He was preparing for what he was going to do in the afternoon.

At nearly twelve o'clock, my mother made lunch and beckoned Li Mingcheng to eat.

Li Mingcheng put down the guitar and finished practicing, and walked out of the room to have lunch with his parents.

After eating, Li Mingcheng and his parents sat on the sofa to watch the noon news together and chatted for a while.

At about one o'clock he went back to his room to take a nap, he had always had the habit of taking a nap, and even if he couldn't sleep, he would close his eyes to recuperate.

After two o'clock, Li Mingcheng got up, washed his face, took his key, wallet, and mobile phone, and went out with his guitar on his back.

The place he is going to today is Yuanzhou University, the only public undergraduate university in Yuanzhou City.

He's going there to apply for a part-time job.

After the signing money obtained from signing a contract with Big Machine Records was taken away by his mother, Li Mingcheng faced a serious economic crisis, during which he almost spent all the New Year's money he had saved for more than ten years, and he urgently needed to find a stable source of income.

As far as he knew, there was such an opportunity near Yuanzhou Academy at this moment.

In his previous life, when Li Mingcheng was in high school, he worshipped a famous local music god as a teacher, learning vocal music and guitar, drum bass and other musical instruments, this master made a lot of friends in the local entertainment circle, one of the friends came back from the capital Yanjing Beipiao, with the savings saved in the past few years to imitate Yanjing Houhai Bar to open a music-themed bar around the university town, which is also the first theme bar in Yuanzhou City. Since its opening, the business has been very good, and it has maintained its popularity for more than ten years, and it is well-known in Yuanzhou City.

Back then, Li Mingcheng followed Master to this bar called "Utopia" a few times, and with his master's relationship, he also had the experience of singing on stage several times.

At the moment, "Utopia" should be in the trial opening period that has just opened, and Li Mingcheng plans to try his luck, he is eighty percent sure that he can get a part-time resident singer job from this master friend in his previous life.

When Li Mingcheng arrived near Yuanzhou College on his bicycle, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, which was the hottest time of the day, but it was the best time for him to apply.

The opening hours of the bar are generally in the evening, and the owner and staff often need to be busy until late at night, if they come early, there may not be anyone in the store, and now at this time, most of the rest is also rested, and it will not be too busy, just have time to receive him.

Li Mingcheng parked the car at the door of the bar, and the glass sliding door under the signboard with the three big characters "Utopia" opened a small crack, Li Mingcheng stepped forward and opened the glass door, and walked straight in.

The bar was dimly lit, with most of the sunlight blocked out by tinted glass, and only a few rays of light penetrating.

Li Mingcheng came in suddenly, and he was a little blind for a while, and it took a while to adapt to the dim environment.

Then I heard a hoarse voice not far ahead, "You're too early, aren't you?" It's not open yet, so go out and come back at night! ”

The uncle sitting in front of the bar with a scruffy beard and vicissitudes of life in his mouth held an unlit cigarette and waved his hand impatiently at Li Mingcheng.

Li Mingcheng smiled and said, "I'm not here to play, I'm here to apply." ”

"Apply?" The uncle was stunned for a moment, and waved his hand again, "My waiter is already full, you can go next door and ask." ”

"I don't apply for waitress...... "Li Mingcheng is full of black lines.

"Bartenders don't recruit either."

"I don't hire bartenders either......"

"So what are you applying for? Cleaners, huh? Uncle said.

"I want to come and sing!" Li Mingcheng went crazy.

"Resident singing? You? The uncle was stunned, "Funny, right?" ”

"Do I look like I'm here to be funny?" Li Mingcheng said angrily.

The uncle was stunned for a few seconds, looked at Li Mingcheng from top to bottom, and finally stopped on the guitar that Li Mingcheng was carrying.

Then he was happy, lit the cigarette in his hand and took a puff, and said with a smile, "Cheng, come, you sing me a song first, let me hear if you are interesting enough." ”

Li Mingcheng didn't answer, walked up to him with the guitar on his back and sat down, opened the piano bag, took out the guitar and put it on his lap, and cocked Erlang's legs.

"What song do you want to hear?" Li Mingcheng raised his eyebrows.

"Feel free, I'll listen to whatever you sing." Uncle said with a smile.

Just waiting for your words!

In his previous life, Li Mingcheng had several contacts with this master's friend, and knew that he was an avid folk song lover, so he specially prepared a classic folk song before coming, and now it is time to come in handy.

After his right hand casually swept the strings a few times, and after confirming that there was no note, Li Mingcheng knocked on the piano board with his fingers, cleared his throat and said, "Then I'll start." ”

The boss on the opposite side nodded.

Li Mingcheng pressed down the chord and played the prelude.

After a brief guitar breakdown chord progression, Li Mingcheng spoke in an almost flat tone:

"Airplanes fly through the sky, city in the sky

We are in the dusk under the rain

At the moment I am in the night in a foreign land

It feels like you're flickering in and out

I want to go back in time and rejoice in silence

The city in the sky is crying brighter and brighter for you

Love is nothing but the skin of life

Torture me and torture you

Sister Hong Kong Island, you offer me a Spanish pie

Sweetly melted me, and the city in the sky was crying

Sister of Hong Kong Island, the sweet love we once had

Madness tore me apart, and the city in the sky was crying

……”

Li Mingcheng only sang one paragraph, and stopped after singing the main song chorus. He had never performed a song with such a singing voice before, but unexpectedly, it felt very good.

"What's the name of this song?" Uncle Vicissitudes looked at Li Mingcheng blankly, and he didn't realize that the cigarette between his fingers burned to the end.

"Castle in the sky." Li Mingcheng Road.

"Whose song?"

"I wrote it myself." There are too many similar words, and Li Mingcheng's skin is getting thicker and thicker, and he will no longer be embarrassed by this kind of problem.

"You wrote it yourself?" Uncle raised the tone.

"I wrote it myself." Li Mingcheng nodded expressionlessly.

The uncle stopped talking, and stared down at the wooden floor, as if an epiphany had bloomed there.

The cigarette butt between his fingers burned to the end, burning his fingers, and the uncle suddenly realized, but he didn't scream, just quietly flicked the cigarette butt on the ground, and rubbed his thumb on the index finger that was burned out of the black mark, Li Mingcheng saw through the dim light that there was a thick layer of calluses on the fingertips of his fingers.

The uncle raised his head and said, "Remember to come to work at night." ”

After speaking, he didn't give Li Mingcheng a chance to speak, the uncle stood up and walked into the backstage by himself, and his rickety figure was drowned in the darkness.

Li Mingcheng sat on the bar chair for a while, then silently put the guitar back into the piano bag, got up and left the bar with the guitar on his back.

On the way home, Li Mingcheng suddenly received a phone call, and the person on the other end of the phone was a person that Li Mingcheng couldn't think of.

- Zhong Qin.