Maybe I heard the boss's heart, or maybe I wanted to go home immediately and download Lin Feng's new song, but the people who were blocked in the video store dispersed.

The people who were still walking slowly on the street and chatting involuntarily accelerated their pace, not running, because there were many people on the street, but a trend of acceleration was still obvious.

Back home, Cao Cheng went to get the trivial things brought by the door, and Xiaohui pushed the wheelchair to the computer by herself.

Pressed the power on the computer that had just stopped, looking at the slow start-up, Xiaohui's heart was full of excitement, and she was not anxious, who said that waiting is not a kind of happiness.

"Wife, are you ready?" Cao Cheng walked in.

"Right now, I've just connected to the internet. The song should have been uploaded when we left the house, and now it's been more than an hour, and it should be on the list. What is the number? Xiaohui predicted without hurry.

Connected to the Internet, Xiaohui opened the Xinsheng Music Network in an orderly manner, no need to search, just look at the first place.

"Husband, I'll just say, there's definitely no need to search, the number one is definitely yes, every day of my life, the name Twelve Lang is really good." Xiaohui looked at the one at the top of the list and said happily to Cao Cheng.

"Every day of my life, it's nice to have you." Cao Cheng heard the name and muttered a poetic sentence in his mouth.

"Huh."

Xiaohui laughed happily twice without speaking, and clicked on the target with a slight movement of her fingers, entering the page of "Every Day in My Life".

"Hey, husband, Lin Feng also wrote an introduction." As if a new continent had been discovered, Xiaohui shouted in surprise.

"Life is actually a journey, we continue to move forward in exploration and discovery, find the joy of success, but also experience the pain of disappointment. On this complicated road, we will pass by a lot of people, and we will also get along with some people, whether it is the kind of please say thank you to them, every day of life, because it is because of them that we can go better and further, they share the joy of our success, but also share the sorrow of our pain. Whether they are a loved one, a friend, or a stranger, we should be grateful, grateful, grateful for life, and also grateful for him or her. Every day of life! ”

After reading the introduction to the song written by Lin Feng, Cao Cheng and Xiaohui glanced at each other, and saw what the other party wanted to say and the firmness and happiness in each other's somewhat hazy eyes.

"Twelve Lang is really worthy of being a genius, writing a song introduction is so ****, this advertisement is done, people don't want to listen to it, they have to click on it."

Xiaohui turned her head to look at the screen, and while talking, she moved the mouse, clicked a few times, played and confirmed the payment.

"Hehe, he doesn't write an introduction, doesn't he still have to listen?" Cao Cheng said with a smile.

"Who made him write songs that either confuse the eyes or move the heart!"

Once the download is complete, the music begins.

"Watching time fly by, I pray that tomorrow, every little dream can come true slowly, I am so ordinary but so lucky, I want to say thank you, every day of my life. Watching time fly by, I look back on the past,......"

The soft singing voice sounded in the ears of the little couple again, evoking the bits and pieces they had walked together over the years.

The song echoed through the room, not loud, but it hit the heart and hazy eyes.

"I am so ordinary but so lucky, I want to say thank you, every day of my life, let me share the brightest part of my life with you, let me accompany you with the loudest song in my life......"

Slowly, unconsciously, following Lin Feng's singing, the two of them softly harmonized, singing about the years they had gone through and would continue to walk in the future, and the room was shrouded in an aura called happiness, knowing each other from the bottom of their hearts.

……

……

I don't know who first sent out a post about discovering Lin Feng's new song on the Internet, so that the whole network found a hot spot again, just like a hungry shark in the sea saw some meat with it, and pounced on it one after another.

"Ahhhh

"Every day of my life, the name has a lot of depth for me to taste."

"Let me say thank you, Brother Feng, you let me say the thank you that I have always dismissed."

"Twelve, this song of yours has touched my heart again, and I have more tears because of you than I did when I failed."

"How can this be? The music world is so demonic, how will we mix in the future? God, I'm thirty, when will I become famous, Twelve, I thank you for being a good writer, don't mix with the music scene. ”

"Classics, who can make the first classic? I now believe that Twelve Lang can make Fang Lun's new album weight, and how much Starlight can earn. ”

……

……

Lin Feng didn't know that there was another topic about himself on the Internet, and he didn't know that "Every Day in My Life" was already at the top of the list of voices at this moment, he just continued his work silently.

Carrying silently, percussion has knots, and the communication between the worlds is in words, in music, and in nature, but also in Lin Feng.

Call!

Lin Feng's hand moved away from the keyboard and exhaled.

The progress of the Immortal Realm is also very fast, as long as it is maintained, maybe it will be able to completely appear in this world in ten days and half a month.

What do you do when you're done? Lin Feng was thinking.

Saving the part that was coded today, Lin Feng remembered the news he saw today.

"Reasoning contest, do you want to participate?" Lin Feng's mind was tumbling with the classics of the earth.

"To become famous in the literary world and take root to reach the pinnacle of the literary world, you need to go up step by step, the straight line between the two points is the shortest, and the fastest choice to reach the top of the mountain is to move forward in a straight line, but there will be footprints on the way to the top, some footprints are smaller, and the steps are bigger and smaller. The size of a person's feet and the length of their legs can bend a straight path, and a straight line can turn into a curved path. This book is a footprint or a leg, and if you want to climb straight forward, you must ensure that the span of each step and the footprints left behind must be consistent. Ordinary books and classics are speed, so I will be a classic. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Lin Feng made a decision, this work released by himself is too few, and it is a bit surprising to speed up and release reasoning suddenly, and this is an opportunity.

Thinking about it, Lin Feng's hand was placed on the keyboard again, and he opened Wancha's search, typed the words 'reasoning competition' into it, and clicked on the first recommendation to read it.

After a while, Lin Feng finally understood what this reasoning contest was?

It turns out that the nature of this reasoning contest is the same as that of the Jinbei Literary Competition, excavating newcomers in reasoning and giving newcomers a stage, but the influence of the Shenzhou Jinbei Literary Contest is wider, the selection level is more, the number of participants is more, and there are some official natures.

Reasoning competition,There are only two levels,The first audition,The second final selection,There is no restriction on the competition,As long as you are an individual, you can participate,The final reward is the top ten,This aspect is not as harsh as the Gold Cup Literature Contest,Treat everyone equally,In addition to the first place has the best name。 Of course, the top ten are not selected by the judges, and after the audition, hundreds of reasoning articles are hung on the official website for people to vote for to determine the top ten.

There are some races in this world where the ultimate level always likes to leave the choice to the masses.

"It turns out that the contest started yesterday, no wonder it can't compare to the Gold Cup Literary Contest, I don't even dare to start before others, the auditions have been over for so long, and the auditions have started before, alas, but what do I use to participate?"

Verbally ridiculing the official of the reasoning competition, Lin Feng once again entered into thought.

"Forget it, I can't carry much reasoning in this life, just the complete collection of Sherlock Holmes." Lin Feng made a choice.

Action is always more real than words and choices, and it comes with pleasure.

Lin Feng moved his mouse to reopen a document and typed 'Redhead Society' on the first line.

"The Red-HeadedLeague" is one of the 56 short stories in Sherlock Holmes.

It was in the fall of 1890 that Dr. Watson visited Sherlock Holmes and learned of a strange incident that had happened to Jebez Wilson, a red-haired pawnshop merchant.

The incident began two months ago, when Vincent Spaulding, a pawnshop associate at Jebaez, told him about the Redheads, which, according to Vincent, were set up according to the will of a red-haired millionaire in the United States, and the interest on the estate was used to give the red-haired man a comfortable errand. So as long as you can be selected, you can do very little work and get a salary of 4 pounds a week. However, two months later, he suddenly learns that the Redhead will go out of business, so he asks Sherlock Holmes for help.

When Holmes heard this, he suspected that this half-new fellow had a conspiracy. Sure enough, after reasoning and verification, in the end, with the head of the bank near the pawnshop and the police officer Jones of Scotland Yard, who was waiting in the underground vault of the bank late at night, appeared in the tunnel from the pawnshop to the bank, and caught Vincent and his red-haired accomplice, the head of the red-haired club.

……

The story is very novel, the ending is ingenious, and it is fitting to give such a reasoning dish to the people of this world now.

Lin Feng knew that the gap in the literature of the literati in the literary world was much more serious than the ancient view of the portal, and there was an extremely deep gap in the middle of each literary classification, and people could praise and praise you for your achievements in other categories, but once you stretched out your hand to cross the line, unless you were highly respected, you would inevitably be sarcastic in person, and you couldn't escape from it.

There is only one way to deal with this phenomenon, to use absolute strength to shut them up and conquer them, so Lin Feng chose "Red Hair Club", and he was ready to sign it.

The number of words in "The Red Hair Club" is not too much, only more than 21,000 words, which is not worth mentioning compared to millions of words, so Lin Feng is ready to finish it by moonlight tonight.

……

About half an hour later, no, less than half an hour, Lin Feng stretched out his arms widely, and then after saving the finished dishes, he sent them according to the address he had searched for at night.

Looking at the moon that was exceptionally round tonight under the psychological effect, Lin Feng said.

"Good night!"