There are some things in the world that can be done well with hard work and dedication at all costs.

There are some things that if you don't have talent, no matter how hard you work and put in more investment, it won't help.

One of the typical representatives is artistic creation.

In the field of art, talent can be broadly divided into two types.

One is the talent to learn and play, and the other is the talent to create.

People who have a talent for creativity basically have a talent for learning and playing.

But many more people only have the talent to learn and play, but not the talent to create.

Learning and playing can make up for the clumsiness, but creation is not good, and you can't even touch the door without talent.

As long as through systematic training and persistent learning, almost everyone can become a qualified craftsman, but they cannot become an artist.

Many piano teachers have taught piano all their lives, but they can't write a beautiful piano song.

Genius is one percent inspiration, plus ninety-nine percent diligence.

The second half of the sentence reads, "Of course, that inspiration is the most important thing." ”

Inspiration refers to creative talent.

Chen Feng has no creative talent, and his talent for learning and playing is not up to par at all.

But luckily, he can get the standard answer first and then work backwards on the process.

He doesn't create, he just carries.

So what Chen Feng has to do now is to make his untalented self a qualified performance craftsman through hard work.

Chen Feng is also a little particularly lucky.

That is, with his level of talent, if he uses his spare time in the real world to slowly ponder, then it will take him at least five or six years to get started in playing, and it will take about two or three years for ordinary level talent.

He was in an awkward position.

If it weren't for this dream-like dream, by the time he learned that he could reproduce the whole piece in its entirety, five or six years had passed, and he would have forgotten it all.

And, if he were to study music like this in the real world, he would starve to death on the streets.

It's not feasible at all.

But now, he has entered the "dream world" again, and out of thin air has an extra year.

Although two months were wasted in the barracks, he still had ten months left.

And still ten months without work, no socializing, and nothing to distract about!

Therefore, his ten months are equivalent to five or six years!

The stolen time is especially worth cherishing, and Chen Feng has set a strict schedule for himself.

I get up at 7 a.m. every morning and read books in the morning, and the meaning of reading books is to learn music theory and music.

After lunch, I slept for half an hour, and in the afternoon I started to play with the guitar, even if I was always stuck intermittently, I had to finish playing the guitar accompaniment over and over again.

In the evening, he can watch some instructional videos of art tutorials and go to bed at 12 o'clock.

Although the history is obscured, the entertainment and artistic aspects are very detailed and have everything to offer.

Time flies, and more than nine months have passed in a blink of an eye.

Chen Feng's fingers gradually became calloused.

He often sat on the balcony where he practiced, and the floor was polished by his shoes, with two smooth footprints like a mirror.

The corners were piled up with dozens of strings that he had replaced himself.

His playing posture is still not dashing, and he even looks a little clumsy, but he can finally play the complete accompaniment of the two pieces smoothly and accurately on the guitar.

In addition to "Boredom", the other is "It's Late at Night", which are all Zhong Lei's early works.

"It's Late at Night" is relatively mature than "Boring", don't look at the title of the song, it's quite freehand, but this song is actually a very explosive rock style.

Chen Feng only remembered two songs.

In addition to the guitar, there are also a variety of instruments such as piano, bass, drum kit, zither, organ, violin, tuba and so on.

Experienced players know how to find rhythms and nodes, and to memorize them by analyzing and summarizing rules, and it is not so difficult to memorize the next piece.

Like some saliva songs, don't look at the whole piece for a few minutes, in fact, there are two or three chords constantly combined over and over again.

Eat the chords thoroughly, and then put them together, and the framework of the whole song comes out.

But Chen Feng couldn't do it, he hadn't studied long enough, he wasn't proficient, he didn't know other instruments, and his sense of musicality was poor, so he could only forcibly memorize every note of each instrument.

It's like a person who is not sensitive to numbers reciting pi hundreds or thousands of decimal places.

It's like a high school scumbag reciting "Chen Qing Table".

The whole person is very distorted.

In the small and gloomy basement space, Chen Feng lay quietly on the slightly musty leather sofa, his eyes closed, and he chanted words in his mouth, like chanting scriptures.

He was recalling in his mind the complete arrangements of the two pieces "Boring" and "It's Late at Night".

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, made sure that every rhythm was firmly remembered, and could not be mistaken, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Chen Feng looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again.

The time is almost up.

October 27, 3020, 9:43 a.m.

If memory serves, the strange thing will appear in the sky in a few minutes.

This time he decided to hide in the basement, not to look at the light, to see if he could survive.

During this year, apart from practicing music, he hardly asked about the world.

But more than half a year ago, he tentatively spread the news of the imminent end of the world through social networks.

But the news of his release was quickly covered up, and at the same time, he also received a first-level warning from the world government, telling him not to be alarmist, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

Since then, Chen Feng has stopped meddling.

He is just a small people, and he has already done his best to manage himself, so why bother to be compassionate?

He only made a small preparation for himself.

He used the welfare points he had accumulated to exchange for an underground bomb shelter chamber that had been vacant for many years, and prepared a large amount of food and drinking water in the chamber.

He wanted to try again, to see what would happen if he didn't die, and if he could live a few more days in this dream.

If you have time, learn two more songs.

Smack.

Chen Feng turned on the old-fashioned flex-screen TV.

At the end of the last dream, he was playing on the open-air tennis court with other low-income households, and he ascended to heaven on the spot.

This time, let's see if there's anything on TV.

After an extremely brief flicker, the TV screen appeared, and the default TV station was a Chinese one.

At this time, a recorded talk show was playing on the TV.

A military expert is talking to journalists and opinion leaders to explain why a large and seemingly redundant military system is still being maintained.

"Yes, it is now an era of eternal peace. But the 6,000-year history of mankind tells us that war is the switch of civilization and progress. In order to maintain the stability of social order, our armed forces should be maintained at an adequate level, which can promote technological progress and prevent problems before they occur. ”

Military experts talk so eloquently.

A respected folk scholar sneered dissatisfiedly: "This is ridiculous. We are not engaged in the military, but we will still promote basic disciplines. Check in the bud? What is that affliction? You are wasting taxpayers' money and the productivity of technological progress! ”

As soon as the scholar's words fell, the television suddenly flickered, the signal was briefly interrupted, and the program was replaced.

Chen Feng turned his head to look at his watch, and there were about four minutes left before that time.

After a few seconds, the TV signal was restored.

Looking at the newly cut out picture, Chen Feng's pupils suddenly constricted, and his breathing stopped.