If you were to ask a guy named Brother Chic what exactly is the most tiring activity, then he will definitely say that signing is the most tiring. Especially in the disorderly environment where hundreds of people are noisy and pushed, they are surrounded by hundreds of people to sign autographs.

And if it is more tiring than this, then it is undoubtedly repeated three times in a row.

You say there's something more tiring? Well, it does, it's still raining in the sky, and I'm obviously all soaked, but I still have to sign while shouting loudly with smoke in my throat, is it okay to barely maintain order?

When Brother Chic was like a dead dog, and he didn't know how to escape from the crowd, he pushed the bicycle with both hands with great difficulty, and came to a road outside Lushui Township, the time was close to three o'clock in the afternoon, and he was now hungry and tired, especially his hands had become completely stiff, and it was even a little difficult to ride.

Because he can't hold the handlebars now, especially his right hand, let alone ask him to ride, he can't push the cart hard!

"If Lao Tzu encounters this situation again next time, even if this broken bicycle is gone, I must run away."

Someone was walking slowly down the road, and he couldn't stop shaking his right hand with a curse and an oath.

This feeling of helplessness is really too painful, Ah, there is wood? Especially as his fame grows, if he performs along the way in the future, won't he have to sign tens of thousands of times a day?

With such a large amount and such a terrible environment, it is simply driving people crazy!

Anyway, at this moment, Brother Xiao suddenly came up with a lot of ideas, especially a melody, which made him feel very suitable for the mood.

So, he began to hum this melody, and also called the system to record it for him:

It was a rainy day, and the black clouds were as nasty as crows

We are all complaining that the weishenme sky is so bleak

You say it's better not to see each other than not to see each other, and I can't speak

I don't like it either, but we all have to learn to be brave for the sake of the goal

……

What is inspiration?

Inspiration is like severe constipation all of a sudden, and then, what used to be uncontrollable, now comes out very smoothly.

And now, when someone is in an extremely depressed and bitter state of mind, he really easily "chokes out" a large amount of things.

I only heard Brother Chic continue to hum:

I want to change because it's dangerous

I'm afraid I'll run away and see no one, even if my goal hasn't been achieved

The future is still far away, and none of us can predict how far we can go

For the sake of love and tomorrow, I will work a little harder

If one day my eyes were wet with tears, I would laugh and say zaijian

Your words of encouragement and love will always be in my heart

For tomorrow, we will meet again and move forward bravely

"Whew"

Brother Chic let out a long breath, and then asked a little excitedly: "System, what is the song I just made?" Is it enough for the level of golden songs? ”

With a soft sound of "drip", the system replied: "The melody is beautiful, the sense of rhythm is full, and it is very golden style, but the lyrics are still slightly lacking, please modify and name the game." ”

No way? It's so haode lyrics, you still don't say it's good enough?

Brother Chic is depressed again! He finally broke out of inspiration once, and originally thought that this song should be able to meet the level of golden songs, but he didn't expect that the system would dare not admit it?

Of course, as long as the melody is made, it is not impossible to modify the lyrics, which Brother Chick has long understood. After all, composing music is much more difficult than composing lyrics, especially a piece with a punctual melody, which is very rare!

Of course, in this society, it seems that there are more lyricists than composers, and they are more well-known. But that still doesn't change the fact that composing music is harder than lyrics.

After all, a good song can be written without lyrics, it is still a classic, and it is a household name. And do your lyrics dare to become a household name without a tune? This is obviously impossible.

Now it is no longer ancient, and it is no longer possible for Liu Yong to become a god by writing words. No matter how well you write lyrics, you can be a poet at most, and it is still a so-called modern poem with no classical taste.

Therefore, in the heart of Brother Chic, he has always felt that as long as he can compose a wonderful song first, then the lyrics will not be a problem at all. And don't forget, what he wants to complete is not a lyric like Chinese style that tests his ancient literary skills a little, but just creates a golden song that can be widely circulated.

In a word, what he is pursuing now is the degree of popularity, it is the sensational transmission rate, as long as everyone on the street can sing, it will be OK, and at that time, how can a record have to get three million copies, right?

"Okay, brother will revise it well! As for the title of the song, it's called "Brave Forward". ”

Brother Chic nodded and made a decision, and then he looked back at the highway where there were not many vehicles because of the rain, and suddenly said curiously, "Huh", and said to himself: "What's the matter, reporters?" Are they all gone? ”

It wasn't until this time that he remembered a question, he didn't seem to see the reporter just now? But they obviously followed themselves to Qingshui Township. But what about people?

Are they really all gone?

But it's impossible! Brother Chic immediately denied this statement, after all, he is now a super hot existence, and reporters are like flies to follow him, who is willing to take the initiative to leave?

"It's lunch time, and your fitness has dropped by more than half." The system suddenly reminds someone: "If you continue like this, you will definitely catch a cold, and you will not have extra energy to walk for at least three days." ”

"Damn, is it so serious?" Brother Xiao was very surprised and touched his belly, which was indeed shriveled down, and carefully checked the condition of his whole body, he found that he was indeed a little weak, especially the skin that had been soaked in the rain and was a little white.

What was especially uncomfortable was that the shoes under his feet had long been wet with standing water, and now each step was much heavier, and it made a "poof" sound.

"I'm rubbing, it seems that my brother has really found a restaurant to eat! Those reporters are probably full of food and drink now, right? Brother Xiao muttered and looked around, but unfortunately it was impossible to find a regular restaurant, unless he went back to Qingshui Township now.

However, this is obviously impossible, and it was not easy to "escape", how could he take the initiative to run back and "throw himself into the net"?

So, he began to look at some houses, anyway, as long as there was enough rice and meat, he was still very good to feed, and he didn't care much about the taste.

And at this time, there was a sudden roar of a series of cars behind him, and the dashing brother stood on the side of the road and looked back, but saw at least a dozen cars lined up and still driving towards him, and he also found that many people in the car were holding black hole cameras at him.

"These bastards, they have eaten and drunk enough, and now they are pestering my brother again." Brother Chic was very unhappy, pushing his bicycle and preparing to turn into a house with an open gate very close to the road.

However, a car stopped beside him, and then the door slowly opened, and a reporter wearing glasses said with a smile: "Brother Xiaoxiao, we brought you food, do you want to come to the car and eat slowly?" ”

"I haven't ...... yet"

"Goo"

Someone swallowed his saliva very unimagedly and was ready to refuse, after all, the mouth of a cannibal is soft! But the hungry stomach let out a burst of screams very spinelessly, betraying him deeply.

So, someone hurriedly changed his words: "I just haven't found a place to eat yet, so it's too xiexie." ”

After speaking, he pointed to a large sunbath on the side of the road, "Just stop there, I just borrowed your car to change clothes, and now it's all soaked." ”

The glasses reporter and the other two reporters in the car couldn't help but smile, but at the same time, they also felt deep admiration for someone's "persistence", after all, in this society, it seems that no star will be drenched in the rain and hungry to sign autographs for everyone all the time.

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