Last night there was a torrential rain in the imperial capital.

Today, the morning after the rain is exceptionally refreshing, sweeping away the haze of the past, with blue sky and white clouds, and blue sky.

Tang Guang carried his luggage and walked silently on the street alone.

The luggage was simple, except for the old travel bag, which was a guitar that had followed him for eight years.

After eight years in the city, he gained nothing and lost a lot.

Including his girlfriend who came to the imperial capital with him.

Her name is Ah Xuan.

When we broke up last night, it rained a lot in the imperial capital, and it was the kind of rain that couldn't open your eyes.

The wind was also very strong, so strong that Tang Guang felt that Ah Xuan was obviously standing in front of him, but he still felt that he couldn't see her clearly.

Ah Xuan said: "Tang Guang, let's get together and disperse." ”

Her voice was not loud, as if she was drowning in the pouring rain, but Tang Guang heard it, and did hear it.

He was holding an umbrella, and he didn't even have the courage to keep her in the end.

The sedan not far away kept its headlights on, which was strange and dazzling.

Two whistles came, and Ah Xuan ran out from under his umbrella, without giving him a chance to say goodbye, this was the final ending of the two.

Tang Guang stood in the rain in a daze.

The car must be warm now, Ah Xuan won't freeze, it's a Mercedes-Benz, he doesn't know how much it is, but he knows the brand.

At ten o'clock that night, my friend Dapeng came and took Tang Guang to drink, ten yuan a bottle of Erguotou, in his ten-square-meter rental house, rain seeped into the door, and the whole ground was wet. They drank from the bottle, and there was only enough space for a plate of peanuts on a palm-sized cardboard box.

Dapeng said: Peanuts are the day before yesterday, and there is no need for a refrigerator on this day, and you can eat them every day for a few days.

Tang Guang hung his head, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Ah Xuan found a rich man."

The peanuts in Dapeng's hand were crushed to pieces, and he had long predicted that Ah Xuan and Tang Guang would have to break this sooner or later.

"It's okay, it's normal!"

Dapeng took a sip of wine, and less than half of the bottle of Erguotou remained.

Tang Guang only wanted to cry out at that time, he wanted to cry, but he didn't know why he couldn't cry.

"As for the broken house you rented, xxoo didn't dare to make a sound, did you let Ah Xuan go with you? Unless she's a real fool. Dapeng said.

Tang Guang was angry when he heard this, and flipped the table, no, it was a cardboard box, and all the peanuts on the plate were scattered, and they fell into the corners of Dapeng's narrow rental house, and the broom couldn't reach it, and he couldn't see it with his eyes open.

Dapeng picked up a few peanuts on the ground and finally drank the wine.

He said: "Tang Guang, you kid go home and find a job to marry a daughter-in-law." ”

He stayed all night without sleeping.

At dawn, he decided to heed the advice of the Roc and prepared to leave, leaving the city that made him sad.

When he arrived at the subway station, he was just about to get on the subway to the train station, when suddenly his mobile phone rang, it was an unfamiliar landline number.

Tang Guang was stunned but still answered, and a female voice with a sweet voice but not much emotion came from inside: "Is it Mr. Tang Guang?" I am the Jinye Record Artist Agency Department, your resume and works have been approved, please come to our company for an interview as soon as possible. ”

Passed?!

Tang Guang suddenly froze there.

The noise around him suddenly seemed to disappear, and only one voice echoed in his mind:

Approved!

You want me to go for an interview!

It took him a while before he came to his senses, and the phone was already busy.

Tang Guang calmed down, carried his travel bag, and turned around on the opposite subway with his guitar.

Although the future is still difficult and long, there is hope.

Yes, hope, even the faintest light.

Of course, Yu Dongqing didn't know that his words changed a person's fate, and as soon as he went to work that morning, Li Wei came over and said with great interest.

"Hey, Brother Yu, I heard that the company has signed a new rock singer, and his voice exploded, and he sang the full version of "The Final Countdown" written by Sister Yun......"

Oh?

Signed?

Yu Dongqing hasn't seen Tang Guang himself, but his voice alone should be fine, not to mention providing him with such a good song?

"Not bad, right?" Yu Dongqing replied casually.

"Of course it's good! The song written by Sister Yun. Li Wei smiled at Luo Yun in the front row and said, "Sister Yun, it's amazing....... Composition skills have increased greatly. ”

Luo Yun listened, turned her head but was not very happy, and snorted coldly and said, "Li Wei, do you think I can write such a complete song?!" ”

Li Wei was suddenly a little confused: "It's strange, the whole company is rumored to have written it by you, after all, the first half was originally yours." ”

Luo Yun ignored him, glanced at Yu Dongqing, who was leisurely drinking tea, and turned his head without saying anything.

Soon, Yu Dongqing received Luo Yun's WeChat.

"Brother Yu, what did you and Wu Lan say? Now it's okay, the whole company knows that I wrote it, and this is roasting me on the fire. ”

When Yu Dongqing handed over the complete version of "The Final Countdown" to Wu Lan, Wu Lan claimed that it was written by Luo Yun.

Since it is a task assigned to her, it is best for her to complete it, so as not to have some rights and wrongs in it.

Wu Lan agreed at the time.

Now listening to Luo Yun's complaints, Yu Dongqing smiled, put down the teacup and replied.

"Isn't that bad? You see that everyone is praising and congratulating you, are you unhappy? ”

"I admit that I have vanity and like to hear compliments, woman....... But what should I do if Wu Lan looks for me again in the future? You're going to have to help me! ”

Scold?

It's on the line.

"Let's talk about it......"

Yu Dongqing said casually and put down his phone.

Yu Dongqing got off work on time in the afternoon, and as soon as he walked near the subway entrance, he saw a very simple young man wearing a T-shirt and black-rimmed glasses wandering there.

It was Tang Guang.

When Tang Guang saw Yu Dongqing, he immediately walked over and said respectfully: "Teacher Yu, thank you so much, thank you for writing that song, thank you for recommending me." ”

"Director Wu told you everything?"

"Yes, Mr. Wu said that if it wasn't for your recommendation, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to do it later, so thank you very much....... I..... I....... Tang Guang spoke incoherently excitedly.

"Don't thank me." Yu Dongqing interrupted him, and his tone was calm: "You can pass the strict assessment of the company behind you and become a singer under it, which shows that you are very powerful and talented." But that's just the beginning, there's still a long way to go, and I think you understand. ”

"I know, I know." Tang Guang nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, I will definitely redouble my efforts." ”

Yu Dongqing believed him.

Judging from his resume, he must have suffered a lot as a singer in Beipiao for eight years.

"Okay, goodbye!"

After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Teacher Yu, do you still write songs?" Tang Guang hurriedly asked in the back.

Yu Dongqing did not answer, and entered the subway station with the flow of people.