Chapter 3 Same time, different mood

The next day at seven o'clock in the evening, 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 when he started to learn music creation from scratch.

　　He has to learn from scratch.

　　Ordinary people learn composition, they need to have a considerable degree of research on theoretical systems such as music theory, harmony, rhythm and musical form, and form a cognition of rationality and sensibility in their hearts, so that they can have an understanding of music deep in their hearts. It is possible to write a complete work.

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

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

　　But he wasn't in a hurry, as the tall buildings rose to the ground, things had 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 is much simpler than real creation.

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

　　After spending two hours in the bookstore, until the salesman reminded him that he was going to leave work, Chen Feng was able to consolidate his basic knowledge with "Basic Music Theory", "Learning to Create from Sanxian", "Zero Basic Guitar Learning", "Reading Musical Music", etc. of reference books leave from the bookstore.

　　He also bought a low-quality guitar for 300 yuan online, and it won't arrive in about two or three days.

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

　　Chen Feng temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​continuing to approach Zhong Lei. Anyway, if he can't stick to it, it is better to be self-reliant.

　　Before you know it, a month has passed.

　　At 8:30 that night, Chen Feng gritted his teeth and fiddled with the guitar strings in the room.

　　The sound of bang bang bang was intermittent, completely out of tune, and there was no rhythm at all.

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

　　He gritted his teeth, his expression slightly grim.

　　He really did not expect to learn an instrument so difficult.

　　He can basically recognize the notes on the basic score, and he can reluctantly recite them in his heart, but it is simply unbearable to play.

　　After holding on for a few more minutes, Chen Feng threw the guitar on the bed, and fell down on the bed with his head up, his eyes dull, and his mood was lost.

　　This was the 50th time he wanted to give up in the past 30 days.

　　Adults have a fixed mindset, no sense of smell for artistic cells, and it is too difficult to learn music from scratch.

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

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

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

　　The sleep time is too short, which makes him feel sluggish for a long time during the day.

　　Chen Feng felt that if he continued like this, he might not have copied the song, for fear that he would die of overwork first.

　　Even more frustrating is that over time, those classic melodies and lyrics that he barely memorized are gradually being forgotten.

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

　　What's more painful is that even the song "Boring", he can't remember the whole song, only the most catchy chorus part.

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

　　The more he thought about it, the more he found nothing.

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

　　Otherwise, he would be fine even if he hummed a few more words at that time.

　　"Oh, I'm afraid I'll have forgotten everything before I learn it?"

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

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

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

　　Chen Feng gave a wry smile and said to himself, "Counting the ball, there are times in your life that you must have it, and you can't force it at all times in your life. Don't practice!"

　　He sat up abruptly, grabbed the guitar and strummed it, wanting to break the strings.

　　Anyway, Zhong Lei is definitely not at home at the moment, and no one will be disturbed by him.

　　If the biological clocks of the two were not completely staggered, Chen Feng would not dare to practice in the room.

　　I never thought, thirty seconds later, I heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs from outside the door.

　　dong dong dong.

　　Chen Feng's door was knocked heavily.

　　Opening the door, Zhong Lei, wearing light blue pajamas, was standing at the door with her hair in a mess. She stared at Chen Feng angrily with her beautiful big eyes.

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

　　Hell, why is she still at home?

　　"What the hell are you doing at night! And let no one sleep?"

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

　　"You learn a ghost! I can tell you clearly, I only listen to you for five minutes and know that you have no sense of music! To put it bluntly, you are a person who sings with insufficiency and a messy sense of rhythm!"

　　After a month of hard work and hard work, Chen Feng was very self-aware. He knew that Zhong Lei was right.

　　But even though Zhong Lei was telling the truth, it was too irritating to be slapped in the face without hitting someone in the face.

　　He wanted to say something to save face.

　　But Zhong Lei said again: "Forget it, I beg you, stop playing, I can finally take a vacation and get enough sleep, please let me go."

　　Seeing that her tone had improved a little, Chen Feng was just about to agree, but he was going to give up anyway.

　　I don't want her to say again: "I also beg you for your guitar, don't play it. Although it's just a bargain, it's too miserable to be played like this. Why don't you just use it as firewood and just burn it. Treat it as a relief, okay?"

　　Worthy...

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

　　This is too vicious.

Even if he knew that the other party could become a contemporary Beethoven, Chen Feng wanted to smear her face.

　　Zhong Lei didn't give him a chance to get angry, and turned around and walked upstairs again, "Anyway, don't blame me for not saying hello. If you let me hear that noise again, I'll definitely complain to you!"

　　She slammed the door shut again.

　　Downstairs, Chen Feng was so angry that he felt hatred in his heart.

　　But he really can't help it, after all, his own job is the apartment housekeeper,

It was his responsibility to deal with the noise in the neighborhood and disturbing the people, not to mention the housekeeper himself who made the noise.

　　If Zhong Lei complains, at least half a month's performance bonus will be deducted.

　　Chen Feng wanted to say something. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor. Sooner or later, you will beg me.

　　But then he remembered the miserable self-study experience in the past month, and felt depressed again.

　　It seems that there is no chance to be ashamed.

　　Forget it, so be it.

　　That night, Chen Feng tossed and turned in bed for nearly two hours before falling asleep with great difficulty.

　　...

　　"Private Chen Feng! Come out!"

　　Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

　　The hazy sunlight was a little dazzling.

　　Looking around, this is a huge square that stretches as far as the eye can see.

　　In the distant sky, some cone-shaped aircrafts are taking off from time to time.

　　Nearby, there is a generous face with Chinese characters that is both unfamiliar and familiar.

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

　　Same place, same person, same angry eyes.

　　It was exactly the same as when the dream started a month ago.

　　Chen Feng lost his mind again in a trance.

　　I... am I dreaming again?

　　After a lapse of a month, I entered that dream again?

　　And still a reserve soldier?

　　Even the first sentence of the instructor Ding Hu to wake him up was exactly the same!

　　This... what's the situation!

　　"Still in a daze? Run ten laps around the playground for me!"

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

　　Chen Feng was shocked, and even the lines that asked him to run the circle were the same.

　　The last time I had a dream, Chen Feng didn't go to the lap for the first time, but asked me in a daze, where am I, what am I doing, and why am I running the lap.

　　The result was that ten laps turned into twenty, and he almost died on the playground.

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

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

　　October 26, 3019 AD, 8:00 am.

　　It's this day again, back to the beginning of the dream.

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

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

　　Why are the beginnings of the two dreams the same?

　　What does this dream mean?

　　The existence of Zhong Lei has proved that the dream is a real world, so what does the ending of everyone die in the end mean?

　　Am I really dreaming?

　　Or did my soul cross over a thousand years to come here?

　　But why can I go back?

　　Why is the second dream a fresh start?

　　Has time gone back?

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

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

　　At least this means that I can really do it all over again, and this time I will live up to my time!

　　In a good mood, his footsteps in the lap are much lighter.

　　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 work?

　　Low-income households don't have to go to work, they can do their own thing without distractions!

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

　　The dream came just in time.