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 on the Internet to find out which books he should read and learn music composition from scratch.
He had to learn from scratch.
For ordinary people to 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 a deep understanding of music in their hearts. understanding, 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, and he is still 108,000 miles away from independent creation.
But he’s not in a hurry. When a towering building rises from the ground, 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 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, Chen Feng only held “Basic Music Theory”, “Learning to Create from Sanxian”, “Zero Basic Guitar Learning”, “Reading Music Scores”, etc. The reference book to consolidate the basic knowledge leaves the bookstore.
He also bought a low-quality guitar for three hundred dollars 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.
Unconsciously, a month passed.
At 8:30 that night, Chen Feng fiddled with the guitar strings in the room with gritted teeth.
The sound of bang bang bang is intermittent, completely out of tune, and has no rhythm to speak of.
Bean-sized drops of sweat emerged from the top of Chen Feng’s head, slid down his cheeks, and landed on the floor tick by tick.
He gritted his teeth, his expression slightly grim.
He had no idea that learning an instrument would be so difficult.
He can basically recognize the notes on the basic score, and he can reluctantly memorize them in his heart, but playing them is simply unbearable.
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 sluggish, and his mood was lost.
This is the 50th time he wants to give up in the past 30 days.
Adults have a fixed mindset and have no sense of smell for artistic cells. 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.
These days, Chen Feng only sleeps four or five hours a day.
He has to work during the day and has no money to hire a teacher, so he can only study with extremely low efficiency in his spare time at night.
The sleep time is too short, which makes him feel depressed for a long time during the day.
Chen Feng felt that if he continued like this, he would probably not copy the song, for fear that he would die of overwork first.
What’s even more frustrating is that the classic melodies and lyrics that he barely memorized are gradually being forgotten over time.
Except for “Boring”, for which he has written a few lyrics, he can’t recall almost a complete line of lyrics for 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 the hand.
The more he pondered, the more he found nothing.
It’s just that when he listened to songs in his dreams, he never thought that one day he would copy these songs.
Otherwise, he would have 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, trying to spend a year, even if it was rote memorization, I would copy a few of his songs.
Unfortunately, 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 there are times when you are in your life, don’t force it, don’t practice!”
He sat up abruptly, grabbed the guitar and strummed it, hoping to break the strings.
Anyway, Zhong Lei is definitely not at home at the moment, and no one will be disturbed by him.
If it wasn’t for the two people’s biological clocks being completely staggered, Chen Feng wouldn’t dare to practice in the room.
I never thought about it. 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, stood at the door with messy hair, and 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.
Damn, why is she still at home?
“What the **** are you doing in the big 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 can’t sing tones and has a messy sense of rhythm!”
After a month of hard work and hard work, Chen Feng is very self-aware. He knows that Zhong Lei’s words are true.
Although Zhong Lei is telling the truth, it is too irritating to be slapped in the face without being slapped in the face.
He wanted to say something to save face.
Zhong Lei said again: “I beg you, don’t play, I can finally take a vacation and sleep well, so 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? Now, just treat it as a relief, okay?”
Worth…
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 make 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 will 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 do anything about it. After all, his own job is the housekeeper of the apartment, and it is his responsibility to deal with the noise in the neighborhood, not to mention the housekeeper himself who makes 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 have to beg me.
But then he thinks about the miserable self-study experience in the past month, and feels depressed again.
It seems that there is no chance to be ashamed.
Forget it, that’s it.
This night, Chen Feng tossed and turned in bed for nearly two hours before falling asleep with great difficulty.
…
“Private Chen Feng! Get 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 at a fast and slow pace.
Nearby, there is a generous face with Chinese characters that is both unfamiliar and familiar.
The owner of this square face is glaring at himself with eyes that want to eat people.
The same place, the same people, the same glaring eyes.
It’s exactly the same as when the dream started a month ago.
Chen Feng lost his mind again in a trance.
I…I’m dreaming again?
After a lapse of a month, I entered that dream again?
And still a Reserve Private?
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 rang 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 who I am~IndoMTL.com~ where am I, what am I doing, and why should I run the lap.
As a result, ten laps turned into twenty laps, and he nearly died on the playground.
This time, Chen Feng learned to be smart, gave a military salute with quick hands and feet, then turned his head and walked to the playground runway.
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 really this day again, back to the beginning of the dream.
He was still at a loss as to what was going on.
Why did I have the same dream exactly a month later?
Why do the two dreams start exactly 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 dying 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?
Did time go back again?
There are still 100,000 reasons why he can’t figure it 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 focus on the key points in front of you.
At least that means I can really do it all over again, and this time I will live up to my time!
In a good mood, his laps are much lighter.
That’s right, this time he’s going to study music hard!
After a month of hard training, he is still a scumbag.
How about a year of hard work?
The subsistence allowance households do not have to go to work, so they can do their own thing without distractions!
And he can always consult the original song for comparison.
The dream came just in time.