At seven o'clock in the evening of the next day, Xinhua Bookstore.

Chen Feng appeared in the reference book section of the bookstore.

When he went to work during the day, he had already checked the Internet to find out which books he should read to learn music creation from scratch.

He had to learn from scratch.

To learn composition, ordinary people need to have a considerable degree of research on music theory, harmony, rhythm and form, and form a cognition of the interweaving of reason and sensibility in their own hearts, so that they can have an understanding of music in their hearts and write complete works.

With cognition, there is also emotion, and there is also rhythm and structure......

The latter realms are too far away for Chen Feng, he doesn't even know the score now, and there are still 108,000 miles away from independent creation.

But he is not in a hurry, thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and things have to be done step by step.

He didn't intend to be a real creator, he used the standard answers to reverse the problem-solving process, which was much simpler than real creation.

He doesn't need inspiration, he just needs to be a porter.

After soaking in the bookstore for two hours, until the salesman reminded him that he was going to get off work, Chen Feng left the bookstore with "Basic Music Theory", "Learning to Compose from the Three Strings", "Learning the Guitar from Zero Basis", "Reading Notation" and other reference books that consolidated the basic knowledge.

He also bought a low-quality guitar for three hundred dollars online, and it will arrive in about two or three days.

When I got home, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and Zhong Lei upstairs had already gone out.

Chen Feng temporarily dispelled the idea of continuing to approach Zhong Lei, anyway, he couldn't stick to it, it was better to be self-reliant.

Before you know it, a month has passed.

At half past eight that night, Chen Feng gritted his teeth and played with guitar strings in the room.

The sound of boom is intermittent, completely out of tune, and has no rhythm at all.

Bean-sized drops of sweat emerged from the top of Chen Feng's head, slid down his cheeks, and fell to the floor.

He gritted his teeth, his expression slightly hideous.

He really didn't expect it to be so difficult to learn an instrument.

He can basically recognize the notes on the basic score, and he can barely memorize them in his heart, but he can play it unpleasantly.

Holding on for a few more minutes, Chen Feng threw the guitar on the bed and threw his head back on the head of the bed, his eyes glazed and his mood lost.

It was the fiftieth time in nearly thirty days that he wanted to give up.

Adults have a fixed mindset, and they don't have the sense of smell of artistic cells, so it's too difficult to learn music from scratch.

If you don't have talent, then even if you understand it with your eyes and remember it with your ears, you think you can do it in your heart, but you can't do it well.

These days, Chen Feng almost only sleeps four or five hours a day.

He had to go to work during the day and had no money to hire a teacher, so he could only barely study at a very low efficiency in his spare time at night.

The sleep time was too short, and he was depressed for a long time during the day.

Chen Feng felt that if he continued like this, he would probably not copy the song, and he was afraid that he would die of overwork first.

What's even more frustrating is that as time goes by, the classic melodies and lyrics he barely memorized are gradually being forgotten.

Except for "Boring", which has already written a few lines of lyrics, he can't remember almost a complete line of lyrics for other songs.

What's even more painful is that even the song "Boring", he never remembered the whole song, and only remembered the most catchy chorus.

Memories are like sand in your hands, and the harder you hold on to them, the more they will slip through your fingers.

The more he tried to figure it out, the more he found nothing.

It's just that when he listened to the songs in his dream, he never thought that he would have to copy these songs one day.

Otherwise, he would have hummed a little more at that time.

"Well, I'm afraid I've forgotten all about it before I learn it, right?"

If he could go back in time and give him another chance to "dream", Chen Feng felt that he would definitely cherish it.

From the very beginning, I had to study hard and practice hard, and strive to spend a year, even if it was rote memorization, I would copy a few songs from him.

It's a pity that now the dream has not only woken up, but even shattered.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Counting balls, sometimes you have to have it in your life, and you don't have to force it all the time in your life, don't practice!" ”

He sat up straight, grabbed his guitar and crackled it, threatening to break the strings.

Anyway, Zhong Lei will definitely not be at home at this time, and no one will be disturbed by him.

If it weren't for the fact that the biological clocks of the two of them were completely staggered, Chen Feng really didn't dare to practice in the room.

I didn't think about it, but thirty seconds later, I heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs outside the door.

Knock knock.

Chen Feng's door was knocked on.

Opening the door, Zhong Lei, who was wearing light blue pajamas, was standing at the door with messy hair, and a pair of beautiful big eyes were glaring at Chen Feng angrily.

The neckline of her pajamas was slightly lower, but Chen Feng, who was a thief, didn't dare to look at it.

Hell, why is she still at home?

"What the hell are you going to do on the big night! Still don't let people sleep? ”

Chen Feng waved his hand awkwardly, "I'...... I'm learning to play the guitar. ”

"You learn to be a ghost! I can tell you for sure, I only have to listen to you play for five minutes to know that you don't have a sense of music! To put it bluntly, he is a person who can't sing all five tones and has a mess of rhythm! ”

After a month of hard work, Chen Feng is very self-aware, and he knows that Zhong Lei's words are half right.

But although Zhong Lei is telling the truth, she doesn't slap people in the face, and it's too annoying to be sprayed in front of her like this.

He wanted to say something to save face.

Zhong Lei said again: "I beg you, don't play, I finally have to take a vacation and sleep well, you can let me go." ”

Seeing that her tone was slightly better, Chen Feng was about to respond smoothly, but he was about to give up anyway.

I didn't want her to say again: "I begged you for your guitar too, don't play it." It's just a bargain, but it's too miserable to be bounced like this. Why don't you just burn it as firewood, just to give it a relief, okay? ”

Voge ......

Chen Feng almost didn't mention it in his heart, "What...... ......"

This is also too vicious.

Even if he knew that the other party could become a contemporary Beethoven, Chen Feng wanted to fool her with a bear's face.

Zhong Lei didn't give him a chance to get mad, and turned around and walked upstairs again, "Anyway, don't blame me for not saying hello, if you want me to hear that noise again, I will definitely complain about you!" ”

She slammed the door shut.

Downstairs, Chen Feng was angry enough, and he hated it in his heart.

But he really can't help it, after all, his own job is the apartment housekeeper, and it is his job to deal with the noise disturbance between the neighbors, not to mention that it is his housekeeper himself who makes the noise.

If Zhong Lei complains, he will have to deduct half a month's performance bonus.

Chen Feng wanted to say something, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty, sooner or later there will be a time when you beg me.

But when he thought about the miserable self-study experience in the past month, he felt depressed again.

It seems that there is no chance of shame.

Forget it, so be it.

This night, Chen Feng tossed and turned in bed for nearly two hours before he fell asleep with great difficulty.

……

"Private Chen Feng! Dequeue! ”

Chen Feng opened his eyes fiercely.

The hazy sunlight was a little strangely dazzling.

Looking around, it's a huge square as far as the eye can see.

In the distant sky, some cone-shaped flying machines are soaring into the air from time to time.

Nearby, it is a strange and familiar face of the Chinese character.

The owner of this square face was glaring at him angrily with eyes that wanted to eat people.

The same place, the same people, the same angry eyes.

It's exactly the same as it was at the beginning of the dream a month ago.

Chen Feng lost his mind again in a trance.

I...... I'm dreaming again?

After a month, I entered that dream again?

And still a private in the reserves?

Even the first sentence of instructor Ding Hu to wake him up was completely consistent!

This...... What is the situation!

"Still in a daze? Give me ten laps around the playground! ”

Ding Hu's deafening roar sounded in Chen Feng's ears.

Chen Feng snorted, and even the lines that asked him to run laps were the same.

The last time I dreamed, Chen Feng didn't go to the lap for the first time, but asked me who I was, where I was, what I was doing, and why I wanted to run the lap.

As a result, 10 laps turned into 20 laps, and he almost died of exhaustion on the playground.

This time, Chen Feng learned to be smart, made a military salute with his hands and feet, and then turned his head and walked to the playground track.

At the same time, he glanced at the electronic clock in the tower in the distance.

October 26, 3019 A.D., eight a.m.

It's really this day again, and it's back to the beginning of dreams.

He was still at a loss as to what was going on.

Why do you have the same dream exactly a month later?

Why do the two dreams start exactly the same?

What is the meaning of this dream?

Zhong Lei's existence has proved that the dream realm is a real world, so what does it mean to end up with everyone dying?

Am I really dreaming?

Or did my soul travel thousands of years to this place?

But why should I go back?

Why is dreaming a second time a new beginning?

Is it going back in time?

There are still 100,000 reasons in his heart that he can't figure out, but it doesn't prevent Chen Feng from quickly clearing his mind.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, just grasp the key points that should be grasped in front of you.

At least it shows that I can do it all over again, and this time I'm going to live up to it!

In a good mood, his pace of running laps is much brisker.

That's right, this time he wants to study music hard!

After a month of hard training, he is still a scumbag.

What about a year of hard training?

Low-income households don't have to go to work, so they can do their own things without distraction!

And he can also consult the original song at any time for comparison.

The dream came at a good time.