Born again.

No, if it's more precise, it should be crossed.

Traveled to a parallel world.

The parallel world is a world in the universe, and there is also a you in this world, but it may be that you have a lot of money, or you may be destitute.

Looking at the small house of about eighteen or nineteen square meters, Mo Yu couldn't help but rub his head.

My brain hurts, and there is a bed in the room, and a notebook that looks a little worn out in the past, as well as some daily necessities, which looks relatively simple.

As for the ground, it was full of Tsingtao beer bottles, and at first glance, there were at least thirty or forty bottles.

"Gross."

In an instant, Mo Yu felt a wave of nausea in his stomach, turned around and ran to the bathroom and vomited heavily.

The bathroom is a small toilet, and there is nothing for the rest, and there is no place to take a shower.

After spitting all the undigested wine in his stomach into the toilet, Mo Yu felt a little better.

"Damn."

Mo Yu took a bottle of mineral water, took a sip of it, and spit it in the toilet.

Soon bits and pieces of memories came to mind.

After about an hour, Mo Yu finally knew what was going on.

In this parallel world, I am a singer and a sophomore at a music media school, and I was born with a good voice.

But that doesn't mean you can become famous and become a professional singer.

In this world, there are tens of billions of people, and he is not the only one who is born with a good voice, even if he has a good voice, he may not be able to become a professional singer, let alone become the kind of popular singer.

And his family is not very good, he has a younger sister, who is currently in her third year of high school, and her parents are also class workers, and she gets a salary of more than 1,000 yuan a month, and the two of them add up to about 2,000 yuan.

The school I went to was a private university, and the tuition fee for one year was expensive, and I was from the music department, so I couldn't afford to buy one or two musical instruments casually.

But I'm also sensible, and I want to buy an electric guitar, but I don't want to ask my parents for help, so I find a way to make money on my own.

So I often go to the bar to stay, fifty a day, and a hundred yuan in good times, mainly depending on how the bar business is.

But by chance, my self in this parallel world thought of writing songs, so I tried it out of all kinds of boredom, wrote more than a dozen songs, and then wanted to vote for a media music company.

After all, if the other party takes a fancy to it, it will be at least tens of thousands of yuan in compensation.

It's just that something unexpected happened, this media company asked for this song and asked a popular female singer to sing it, and sang this song popularly, but she didn't give herself a penny.

I was not convinced at the time, and went up to trouble the other party, but what I didn't expect was that the other party's answer was that someone had already given them this music, and at first I thought it was made up by the other party, but after careful investigation.

It turned out to be like this, the song I wrote was given to someone at the time.

is also a friend who lives at the bar, and he went to the other party with the evidence, but what he got was such a sentence.

"Boy, this world is very cruel, I did this thing, but if you want to blame, you can only blame you for being stupid, show me the lyrics, no one can blame."

Young and vigorous, where can he bear such insults, he fought with others in the bar on the spot, but the result was that he was beaten by others, and he was also expelled from the bar for making trouble.

I lost my job, the lyrics I wrote were plagiarized by others, and I was heartbroken, so I bought two cases of wine and drank it constantly, and I was drunk with it, and in the end, the result was that I drank myself to death.

"Ugh."

Knowing this qiē Mo language, he didn't know what to say, he could only say that he was too young and impulsive in this parallel world.

I don't think about it, what about my parents? There is also a younger sister.

worked hard to support himself in college, but because of this kind of thing, he chose to commit suicide, although he didn't necessarily want to commit suicide, but he drank two cases of beer in a row, and it was strange that he didn't die.

But if he doesn't die, I'm afraid that he won't be able to pass through the possession.

Soon Mo Yu lay on the bed, rested slightly, there was a soft pack of seven yuan red double happiness on the side of the pillow, Mo Yu did not dislike it, took out a somewhat crumpled cigarette, and put it to his mouth.

The lighter was next to it, and Mo Yu lit the cigarette.

Soon the smoke filled.

In fact, in the original world, Mo Yu also encountered such a thing, but at that time, he chose to endure it, although he never slapped his face back, but at least he did not choose to give up on himself.

Later, he slowly mixed up, and had some achievements, becoming a third-rate Internet singer and an author of original web novels who did not enter the stream.

When a month is good, it is more than 10,000, and when it is bad, it is two or three thousand, plus I spend money lavishly, except for regularly sending 2,000 yuan to my family a month, there is often no money to eat.

But it's better now.

At least he was reborn and returned, back to 2002.

The memory of the future in your own mind can also play a role.

As for the mood? After experiencing life and death, Mo Yu felt that his mood had improved a lot, and he was not very crazy on the surface, but very calm and calm.

Think about it.

I should be a person living in 2015, and I suddenly returned to 2002, which may be shocking and shocking, and replaced by ecstasy, but Mo Yu is curious, what is ecstasy?

Not a staff member of a financial institution, not a person from officialdom, not a senior lottery player, and I don't like to watch football, nor do I like to play basketball, if I am unlucky, I am afraid that I am not as good as in my previous life.

It's no joke.

Because of the deep imagination, his only advantage is the future entertainment trend.

But if you take a few future songs now, go to a music media company, and sue them, these songs can become popular in the future, and each song can create a top singer.

Then there is only one result.

It is to be kicked out of the company, or the other party calls the psychiatric hospital and asks if any patients have fled.

When every lyricist writes lyrics, he feels that he is creating a divine comedy, and people don't know that he is a reborn?

Of course, as for singing to fame.

It's not impossible, but first of all, there are a few problems, the problem of eating and drinking, the most basic problem, according to the memory in my mind, it seems that I don't have much money, plus even if I sing some songs that will be popular in the future.

How can you make others listen to it without promotion? If others can't hear it, how can you be famous?

So I dream of going back to the past, singing and becoming famous, and making movies to make money, those are all people who don't have long brains.

The dream is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

However, Mo Yu did not give up on himself, at least he still had some money to maintain his life for a few days.

"Gross!"

His stomach began to turn over again, Mo Yu hurriedly went to the toilet, and then spit out the wine in a big gulp.

Two hours later, Mo Yu, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but look at the time of the electronic watch.

April 21, 2002, at 7.25 p.m.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and in two hours, he almost vomited out all the things in his stomach, although there was still a strong smell of alcohol on his body, but this did not affect Mo Yu's mood of wanting to eat.

After changing his clothes, this residential building has a special place to take a bath, Mo Yu plans to take a bath after eating, now be casual.

After a little less alcohol, Mo Yu pushed open the door, and after skillfully closing the door, he walked downstairs.

This is the city of Kyoto, the capital of China, a small street in the Third Ring Road.

When I walked out, I saw a few notices saying that there was a house for sale, Mo Yu smiled, because no one would know that ten years later, even here, one square meter would be worth more than 30,000.

This is a business opportunity, but this matter has nothing to do with Mo Yu, because he is afraid that he can't even afford to rent a house, let alone buy a house.

In the small streets of Kyoto City, people speak a Beijing accent, Mo Yu came to a familiar restaurant, the owner is not from Kyoto, but from Sixiang, and he cooks good dishes and tastes very good.

Because I am from Jiangchuan and close to Sixiang, I like to eat spicy food.

There was a father in the restaurant, and two schoolgirls who were sitting there chatting, presumably waiting for food.

After walking in, the two couples frowned at the same time, probably because of the smell of alcohol on their bodies, the business of the small restaurant was okay, and when they came just now, they saw seven or eight people leaving here.

"Boss, let's stir-fry meat with chili peppers, and then have a shredded cabbage."

Mo Yu shouted, then sat there very casually, poured himself a cup of tea, and watched the black and white TV.

"Okay."

The boss shouted loudly, and the fire was bubbling in the pot, making a zizi sound, and the not pungent smell came, which made people salivate wildly at first sight.

"It's so nice to go back in time, it's just amazing."

"yes, yes, I've been listening, it's good."

The two girls who were waiting for the dish, where were they discussing something, Mo Yu couldn't help but have some interest after listening to it.

In 2002, Zhou Jie's new album should be an octave space, and it seems that the world has not changed much.

Back in the past, it's also pretty good music, and people who like Jie's arguments basically know this music.

"I just don't know how many copies of Jie Yan's new album will sell this time, anyway, I bought one."

The girl continued.

And Mo Yu muttered to himself.

"Octave Space, Wanwan sold 2.2 million copies, and Asia sold 5.9 million copies, which is very good compared to the previous album Fantesi."

It's just that after that's all that's said......