Parallel space-time - Blue Star 176943.

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Lingnan, Huaguo.

On the outskirts of Shanmei City, in the economically underdeveloped urban area, there are still many old flavors, as well as family traditions.

In the morning light, smoke rose from the moss village, and many young people who went to work at Xinli Electronics Factory were already waiting for the bus at the village gate early in the morning.

Bus No. 12 with the characteristic low voice of diesel engines slowly stopped at the only bus stop in front of the village entrance. Several young people who went to work in an electronics factory hurriedly put coins on the bus.

The buses started again.

A Toyota Corolla stopped at the entrance of the village, the passenger window was pressed halfway, and the woman wearing sunglasses with light makeup gently lifted her sunglasses.

"Moss Village?"

"Sister Cai, this is it."

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In a quaint and slightly elegant little villa.

A family of four is eating breakfast.

On the table, a small plate of pickled olives, a small plate of olive vegetables, and a small plate of stir-fried spinach.

The gentle middle-aged woman cut two salted duck eggs in half, and then handed half of the oily egg yolk to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

"Mom is so eccentric!" The pony-tailed girl on the side muttered.

"You're going to get acne again after eating, do you want to?" The middle-aged woman handed over another piece of salted duck egg with a yolk in it.

The girl waved her hand: "To Dad." ”

If it was usual, the young man would have to quarrel with his sister, but today he is uncharacteristically buried in white porridge.

The middle-aged man at the head of the family raised his glasses and glanced at his son: "What do you want to say?"

"I ......," the young man stopped talking.

"Mingzhe, it's all a family, don't hide anything in your heart." The woman said softly, glancing at her husband without leaving a trace.

The boy plucked up his courage: "There is an artist agency that wants to recruit me as a trainee, and I ......"

"You're going to be a trainee?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Yes, I have my own dreams, I don't want to be an engineer." The more the boy spoke, the more excited he became, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction and unwillingness.

Teenagers in the rebellious period are always very disgusted by their parents' fingers and life arrangements.

"......" The middle-aged man stared at the stubborn young man, silent for a long time, he picked up a pickled olive and took a few mouthfuls of white porridge.

For a while, the family of four at the dining table was silent, and the middle-aged man put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, got up and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

The boy also hastily finished a bowl of porridge and went back to his room to pack his luggage.

Toyota Corolla slowly stopped at the door of the villa.

The red brick wall is crawling with moss, and the early cherry blossoms in Yunnan are red in half the courtyard at this time.

The woman in sunglasses opened the car door and was about to knock.

The boy and his mother came out together, the boy pulling the suitcase, and the mother was concerned about what the parents were short about.

"Hello, I'm Hu Cai, the agent of Shengmei Culture and Entertainment Company, and this is my business card." Hu Cai smiled and handed over a business card.

Suddenly, a slightly rough hand took the business card.

"Huh? Are you?" Hu Cai was stunned.

"I'm Huang Mingzhe's father, come in and talk!"

"No problem."

Hu Cai and the middle-aged man went straight into the living room of the villa, and Huang Mingzhe just wanted to follow, but was pulled by his mother.

In the living room, two cups of tea on the mahogany table.

The middle-aged man looked at the situation of the laptop, and then asked expressionlessly, "Where is the contract?"

Although he couldn't figure out the thoughts of the middle-aged man in front of him, Hu Cai was still very professional and took out two standard contracts from his briefcase.

After taking the contract, the middle-aged man looked at it carefully, and raised his glasses from time to time.

"Mr. Huang, our company is very sincere, after all, Mingzhe's appearance, voice, and talent are good, and he can ...... in the future."

"I know how many pounds and taels he has." The middle-aged man signed the guardian column.

Hu Cai was surprised by the attitude and behavior of the middle-aged man, originally she thought that the other party would open his mouth or something, but she didn't expect it to be a little too calm.

And Huang Mingzhe didn't expect that his old-fashioned father would agree to be a trainee, he was stunned, and he couldn't talk about anything.

He got into the car in a daze.

"If you regret it, come back! I leave everything in the old house where. ”

What the? Huang Mingzhe raised his head suspiciously, but saw his father's back, as well as his mother's worried eyes, and his sister compared her little fist.

The Toyota Corolla drifts away on a country road.

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The tide of the times is unstoppable.

On the glamorous stage, some people are high-spirited; In the snail house of the underground rental house, there are people who make steamed buns and instant noodles.

Near the exit of Dongchang subway station.

The young man with the hood played the acoustic guitar with his rough hands, and whispered in a slightly vicissitudes of life:

"Maybe you will cry when you bow your head, maybe the snow will fly into your heart in June...... There is anyone alive in the world, it is not like a purgatory, I don't cry I have no dignity to give up......"

From time to time, there are passers-by who give generously, and there are also disdainful faces, and more indifferent passes.

Every day in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, rookies with dreams rush in, and there are also losers who are overwhelmed by reality and flee.

What if you are unwilling, this is fate.

The young man in the hood sang with emotion, and the low mournful cry seemed to tell the story of a bad fate.

But more passers-by have become insensitive, passion has long been worn off the edges and corners of life, and blood can't resist firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Until his voice was a little hoarse, the hooded young man looked at his watch, folded his hands and said thank you to the few spectators around him.

He put the acoustic guitar in a wallet bag and didn't count the tips from the audience.

Passing by a fast food restaurant, I casually ordered a fast food, and at this time the sun was setting, but the afterglow of the setting sun did not slow down the rhythm of the magic capital.

Suddenly, he stopped next to a billboard, which turned out to be an advertisement for a talent show called The Voice of Huaguo.

Then he shook his head self-deprecatingly, and walked in the direction of the rental house without looking back.

Inside a small rental house.

The young man washed his face and looked at the face opposite the mirror, handsome and young with maturity, and a trace of stubbornness.

In a low cheap plastic chair, he grabbed the rice and braised pork one by one, the rice was a little dry and hard, and quickly picked up the cup.

After taking a sip of boiled water, he suddenly stopped, put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, and wiped it silently.

In the photo frame, there is a family of four, tears are gently sliding, his lips are slightly open, but he doesn't know what to say.

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Shanmei section of Shenzhen-Shantou Expressway.

The low car engine is particularly harsh.

As he was driving, the man was smoking a crumpled cigarette in his mouth, and through the messy hair, he could faintly see the ravine-lined old face.

It was dark ahead, and his Raptor 150 was left with only one side headlight.

The sides of the highway were as dark as an abyss, and the strong wind poured into the windows of the cars, and the dark sky gradually fell with snowflakes.

"Ahem......" The man coughed and grabbed the steering wheel.

The speed of the car is only more than 30 kilometers per hour, the road is very bumpy, and from time to time there are debris in the middle of the road, but the gaze in the man's left eye is unwavering, and there seems to be light in that eye.

In the wind and snow, the pickup truck slowly stopped.

He glanced ahead, above the toll station at the high-speed exit, only the only remaining "Changsha...... mouth" three letter cards.

Rusty iron railings lay in the middle of the road, and a thin layer of snow covered the toll booths and roads.

The car door opened, the man took out a fire axe from the co-pilot, walked to the front, looking at the empty high-speed exit in front of him, he had no surprise, only a trace of loneliness.

Struggled to clear out a lane.

"Ahem...... He covered his mouth, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, and the scarf around his neck was so red, like a piece ......of fresh pork liver.

He leaned wearily against the wall of the toll booth, gasping for air.

No, I can't fall......

The snowflakes were drifting, and the clear acoustic guitar sound came from afar.

The old man's gaze gradually faded, like a dreamy bubble, shattered into a group of colorful butterflies.

Dreamy?

Butterfly?

Why?