At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, Xinhua Bookstore.

Chen Feng appeared in the reference book section of the bookstore.

When he was at work during the day, he had already checked online to find out which books a pure newbie should read to learn music composition from scratch.

He had to learn from scratch.

For ordinary people to learn to compose, they need to first 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 own minds, so that they can have an understanding of music deep in their hearts.

Only then can a complete work be written.

With cognition, you also need emotion, rhythm and structure...

These latter realms are too far away for Chen Feng. He doesn't even know music now, and he is still far away from independent creation.

But he is not in a hurry. As tall buildings rise from the ground, things must be done step by step.

He did not intend to be a real creator. He used the standard answers to reverse the problem-solving process, which was 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 salesperson reminded him that he was about to get off work, Chen Feng consolidated his basic knowledge with "Basic Music Theory", "Learning Composition from Sanxian", "Learning Guitar from Zero Basics", "Reading Notation", etc.

of reference books leaving the bookstore.

He also bought a low-quality guitar online for 300 yuan, which will arrive in about two or three days.

It was already after nine o'clock at night when I got home, and Zhong Lei upstairs had already gone out.

Chen Feng temporarily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to get close to Zhong Lei. He couldn't get close to her anyway, so he might as well rely on himself.

Before I knew it, a month had passed.

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

The sound of boom boom boom was intermittent, completely out of tune and without any rhythm at all.

Big drops of sweat emerged from Chen Feng's head, slid down his cheeks, and fell to the floor in drops.

He gritted his teeth, his expression slightly ferocious.

He really didn't expect it to be so difficult to learn an instrument.

He could basically recognize the notes on the basic music score, and he could barely memorize it in his mind, but when he played it, he couldn't listen to it.

After holding on for a few more minutes, Chen Feng threw the guitar on the bed and fell on the bedside, his eyes dull and his mood lost.

This was the fiftieth time in the past thirty days that he wanted to give up.

Adults' thinking patterns have become stereotyped, and they have no sense of artistic ability. It is too difficult to learn music from scratch.

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

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

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

The short sleep time made him chronically depressed during the day.

Chen Feng felt that if he continued like this, he would probably fail to copy the songs, and he was afraid that he would die from overwork first.

What's even more frustrating is that as time goes by, the classic melodies and lyrics he barely memorized are gradually being forgotten.

Except for "Boring", for which he had already written down a few lines of lyrics, he could not recall almost a complete line of lyrics for other songs.

What's even more annoying is that even for the song "Boring", he still can't remember the entire song, only the most catchy chorus.

Memories are like sand in your hands. The harder you hold on, the more they slip through your fingers.

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

It's just that when he was listening to the songs in his dream, he never thought that he would one day copy these songs.

Otherwise, it would be nice for him to hum a few more words at that time.

"Oh, I'm afraid I've forgotten everything before I even learned it, right?"

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

From the beginning, I had to study hard and practice hard, and try to spend a year, even if I just memorized it by rote, I could copy a few of his songs.

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

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Counting balls, there are times in life that must be there eventually, but there are times in life that are not there, don't force it, so I won't practice anymore!"

He sat up straight, grabbed the guitar and started strumming it, wanting to break the strings.

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

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

Unexpectedly, thirty seconds later I heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs from outside the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Chen Feng's door was knocked heavily.

Opening the door, Zhong Lei, wearing light blue pajamas with messy hair, stood at the door of the room, staring angrily at Chen Feng with her big, beautiful eyes.

The neckline of her pajamas was opened a little low, but Chen Feng, who was guilty of treason, did not dare to take a closer look.

Damn it, why is she still at home?

"What on earth are you doing at this late hour of the night! Are you not letting anyone sleep?"

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

"What a fool you are! I can tell you clearly that after only listening to you play for five minutes, I will know that you have no sense of music! To put it bluntly, you are a person who is tone-deaf in singing and has a messed up sense of rhythm!"

After this month of hard study and practice, Chen Feng was very self-aware, and he knew that Zhong Lei's words were half correct.

But although Zhong Lei was telling the truth, it was 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'm begging you, stop playing. It's hard for me to take a vacation and get enough sleep. Please let me go."

Seeing that her tone became slightly better, Chen Feng was about to respond smoothly, but he was planning to give up anyway.

Unexpectedly, she said again: "I'm also begging you for your guitar, don't play it. Although it's just a cheap item, it's too miserable to be played like this. Why don't you just use it as firewood?"

Just give it some relief, okay?"

Worri...

Chen Feng almost breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "What...what..."

These words are too vicious.

Even though he knew that the other party could become a contemporary Beethoven, Chen Feng still wanted to make her look bad.

Zhong Lei didn't give him a chance to get angry, so she turned around and walked upstairs again, "Anyway, don't blame me for not saying hello. If you let me hear that kind of noise again, I will definitely file a complaint against you!"

She slammed the door shut again.

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

But he really had no choice. After all, his job was as an apartment housekeeper, and it was his job to deal with noise and nuisance issues in the neighborhood, not to mention that it was he, the housekeeper, who made the noise.

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

Chen Feng originally wanted to say something. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Don't bully young people into poverty. Sooner or later, you will have to beg me.

But then he thought about the miserable self-study experience in the past month, and he felt even more frustrated.

It seems that there is no chance to avenge the past.

Forget it, that's it.

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

…

"Private Chen Feng! Get out!"

Chen Feng opened his eyes fiercely.

The hazy sunlight was a bit strangely dazzling.

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

In the distant sky, some cone-shaped aircraft are rising into the sky quickly and slowly.

Nearby, there is a square face with Chinese characters that is both strange and familiar.

The owner of this square face was glaring at him with cannibalistic eyes.

Same place, same people, same angry eyes.

It was exactly the same as the beginning of the dream a month ago.

Chen Feng lost his mind again in a trance.

I...I'm dreaming again?
To be continued...