Lin Chuan opened his sleepy eyes, only to feel a splitting headache, dry mouth, and no strength in his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his eyes and looked around, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned, the surrounding qiē was extremely strange to him.

A simple house, the area of the house is not large, only about 20 square meters. In the middle of the room, there was an old wooden dining table, on which spilled rice grains and a few flying flies were clearly visible.

In one corner of the room, there was a broken acoustic guitar, lying quietly on the ground, perhaps because no one had moved for a long time, and it had been covered with a thick layer of dust.

In addition, the whole room exuded a musty smell, although it was very light, it still made Lin Chuan's stomach churn and feel very nauseous.

"Dad, you drink water, you won't feel bad after drinking water!" At this time, a childish child's voice sounded beside the bed.

Lin Chuan turned his head and found that it was a four or five-year-old boy holding a porcelain water cup in his hand, and a piece was missing at the top of the cup.

The boy was very thin, but his face was untidy and tidy to the room. In addition, this little boy's facial features are very delicate and handsome, and at first glance he looks like a mixed-race child, which is endearing.

Lin Chuan frowned, because he had just heard that this little boy was actually calling himself 'Dad'.

"When did I become a father, how did I not know?" Lin Chuan muttered twice.

As a result, in the next moment, Lin Chuan's head suddenly "buzzed", as if he had been struck by lightning, and at the same time that his mind was overturned, a large piece of information like a movie picture poured out.

In the midst of the pain, Lin Chuan received and fused this information, until a few minutes later, when the painful expression on Lin Chuan's face gradually dissipated, there was a trace of astonishment and dumbness on his face.

"Dad, what's wrong with you, do you still have a headache?" The little boy looked at Lin Chuan's painful appearance and asked worriedly.

"It's all right!" Lin Chuan smiled slightly, reached out to take the water glass, and rubbed it lightly on the little boy's head a few times, showing his father's love on his face.

He had just received the information and had learned all about it. The handsome little boy in front of him, whose name is Lin Yiyang, is his biological son.

Of course, it can also be said that this is his son after he is born again.

In his previous life, Lin Chuan was just an ordinary office worker, and at night, he would occasionally go to the bar to sing and earn some extra money. In his previous life, Lin Chuan also had a dream in his heart, hoping that he could become an idol singer.

But with the tempering of time, his dream became indifferent little by little, until in the end, he hid this dream deep in his heart.

However, in this life, he has become a street singer who is crazy and obsessed with music, and he has never given up despite the ups and downs of his future.

Until his girlfriend, who had been with him for several years and was willing to wander the world with him, left his side not long after giving birth to Lin Yiyang.

As for where he went, Lin Chuan just smiled bitterly and shook his head, because the things before and after made him feel very bloody, so don't mention it......

Perhaps because he inherited the memories and emotions of this life, Lin Chuan saw the son in front of him, not only did he not find it difficult to accept, but the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Hungry, aren't you?" Lin Chuan took a sip of the water in the cup and asked with a smile.

"I'm not hungry, Daddy!" Although Lin Yiyang is not very old, he is very sensible.

Lin Chuan knew that in his life, he was not rich, and even used all the money to buy wine. You can tell from the piles of empty wine bottles everywhere at the head of the bed.

"Phew, I really don't know how I live!" Lin Chuan muttered self-deprecatingly, and then said to Lin Yiyang: "You go play first, and wait for Dad to cook for you!" ”

Lin Yiyang nodded, turned around and walked to an open space, and after sitting down, he didn't know where to find a poster, and began to fold the plane.

Seeing this scene, Lin Chuan's heart suddenly felt a sense of guilt, such a big child suffered with himself, living a precarious life, full and hungry.

Suddenly, an idea arose in Lin Chuan's heart, no matter what, he had to find a way to make money, even if it was only enough to eat, it was much better than like now.

"Jingle Bell"

Just as Lin Chuan was planning how to implement it, the mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Hey!" Lin Chuan picked up the phone and said with a slight brow.

"Hey, Chuanzi, now I want to find you, and I have to pay you the phone bill, what kind of life are you living?" On the other end of the phone, a man's voice roared.

Pay the phone bill? Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, but immediately remembered that when he received the memory, he did have a message about the arrears of his mobile phone, and it seemed that it had been down for two or three days.

Suddenly, Lin Chuan smiled awkwardly and said apologetically: "Hehe, I've been a little busy these two days, I forgot about the phone shutdown, I'm sorry to trouble you, I'll invite you to dinner one day!" ”

"Forget it, what are you being polite to me, by the way, I just contacted you for a job, and I don't know if you want to go, it's a bar singing!" On the phone, the man asked.

"Singing in a bar? Absolutely, in what position! When Lin Chuan heard this, his eyes lit up.

Unexpectedly, just when he wanted to find a job, he was found with a job.

Hearing Lin Chuan's unhesitating agreement, the man on the phone was slightly stunned, and only said after a while: "Chuanzi, are you sure you want to go?" ”

"Of course, now as long as it is a job that can make money, I am willing to do it!" Lin Chuan said with a slight smile.

"Well, this afternoon, you can go to the night bar and mention my name!" After the man said this, he told Lin Chuan the address of the bar.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, this can be regarded as the first step. Especially when he saw Lin Yiyang on the ground, folding paper airplanes, he felt a sense of relief in his heart, as well as his responsibility as a father.

The man who called just now was a good friend who had played with Lin Chuan since he was a child, and he was a veritable little man named Yuan Ye.

Yuan Ye's family is relatively wealthy, his father is a TV station director, and his mother is a full-time housewife.

The two have been together from elementary school to college until after graduation, because Yuan Ye wants to return to their city and work in the TV station, and Lin Chuan came to the current city in order to pursue music. Therefore, the two had to separate.

Lin Chuan's life, Yuan Ye knew very well, and he had hoped that Lin Chuan would go back and work in the TV station more than once, but Lin Chuan categorically refused.

Later, Yuan Yetong's friend was in Lin Chuan's city and found him several different jobs, but the result was the same, all of which were rejected by Lin Chuan.

When he called this time, Yuan Ye actually didn't have much hope, but he never expected that Lin Chuan would agree so easily.

After getting off the bed, Lin Chuan did not disturb Lin Yiyang, who was playing, but went directly to the bathroom with a size of only a few square meters and cleaned himself.

Looking in the mirror, this bearded and very decadent face, I couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

But there was no razor at home, so Lin Chuan could only shake his head helplessly and turned to leave.

Back in the house, Lin Chuan glanced at Lin Yiyang on the ground while getting dressed. Suddenly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he walked closer in a few strides, and took the poster that was folded into an airplane from Lin Yiyang's hand.

This move made Lin Yiyang startled, raised his head in a daze, and looked at his father in front of him in confusion.

At this time, Lin Chuan, after opening the poster, quickly glanced at it. I saw that the whole poster was promoting a talent show.

There are a lot of references to the characteristics of this show and the heavyweight mentors of the jury, but these are not important, what really attracts Lin Chuan is that after the end of this talent show, the person who wins the championship will have a very considerable bonus.

For the current Lin Chuan, changing the status quo and improving the quality of life is a particularly important thing, because he is not himself now, and he has a son.

"The deadline is May 15th......" Lin Chuan muttered in a low voice, while his brows furrowed slightly.

Because in his memory, the information about the date is very vague, and he doesn't know what day of the month it is.

"Dad, today is May 15th!" At this moment, Lin Yiyang, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly raised his head and said in a timid tone.

"Today, that means it's the last day to sign up?" After Lin Chuan muttered to himself, he suddenly said to Lin Yiyang: "Let's go, Dad will buy you something delicious!" ”

Hearing this, Lin Yiyang's face finally showed a hint of joy, and after nodding his head again and again, he happily grabbed Lin Chuan's huge palm, left the house together, and walked away.

The registration location for this talent show is located in an office building on a commercial street in Bac Ninh City.

Lin Chuan and Lin Yiyang, taking the bus, got off in the city center, and walked all the way to the office building.

"Who are you looking for?" Just when Lin Chuan came to the floor where the registration was located, a woman wearing professional clothes and ordinary appearance asked with a frown.

"Excuse me, is this the registration office for 'One Song to Famous'?" Lin Chuan pulled Lin Yiyang and asked softly.

"Yes, you want to sign up?" The woman looked Lin Chuan up and down, and a look of contempt flashed in her eyes.

It's no wonder that Lin Chuan's current image is very bad, his hair is half long and not short faintly covering his eyebrows and ears, his face is full of beards, and his complexion is sallow. He wears a yellowish T-shirt underneath a pair of faded jeans, and a very old torn acoustic guitar behind him.

No matter from which point of view, Lin Chuan's image seems to be not much stronger than that of a beggar.