At 7pm the next day, at Xinhua Bookstore,

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

During the daytime at work, he had already checked online which books a complete beginner with no foundation should read to 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 form, and form a cognition that interweaves rationality and sensibility in their hearts. Only in this way can they have a deep understanding of music and be able to write complete works.

With cognition, there must be emotion, rhythm and structure...

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

But he is not in a hurry. A tall building starts from the ground, and 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 did not need inspiration, he just needed to be a porter.

After spending two hours in the bookstore, Chen Feng left the bookstore only when the salesperson reminded him that it was time to get off work, holding reference books such as "Basic Music Theory", "Learning Creation from Sanxian", "Learning Guitar from Zero Foundation", "Score Reading" and so on to consolidate basic knowledge.

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

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when he got home, and Zhong Lei upstairs had already left.

Chen Feng temporarily gave up the idea of ​​continuing to get close to Zhong Lei. Anyway, he could not get close to her, so it was better to be self-reliant.

Unknowingly, a month had passed.

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

The sound of bang bang bang continued intermittently, completely out of tune and without any rhythm.

Beads of sweat the size of beans emerged from the top of Chen Feng's head, slid down along his cheeks, and dripped onto the floor.

He gritted his teeth, his expression slightly grim.

He really didn't expect learning a musical instrument to be so difficult.

He basically recognized the notes on the basic music score and could barely memorize them in his mind, but when he played them, they were simply unbearable to the ears.

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

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

Adults’ thinking patterns are already fixed, and they have no artistic sense. It is too difficult to learn music from scratch.

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

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

He has to go to work during the day and has no money to hire a teacher, so he can only study by himself in his spare time at night with very low efficiency.

The short sleep time makes him listless for a long time during the day.

Chen Feng feels that if he continues like this, he may not be able to copy the song, and he is afraid that he will die of overwork first.

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

Except for "Boring", for which he wrote down a few lines at the beginning, he could hardly remember a complete line of lyrics for other songs.

What was even more frustrating was that he could not even remember the whole song of "Boring", and only remembered the catchiest chorus.

The harder he tried to recall, the faster his memory ran away.

The more he racked his brains, the more he got nothing.

Memories were like sand in the hand, the harder he held on, the more they would slip through his fingers.

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

Otherwise, he would have just hummed a few more lines at that time.

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

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

had to work hard from the beginning and strive to learn a few songs in a year, even if it was rote memorization.

Unfortunately, not only has the dream ended, but it has also been shattered.

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Forget it, forget it, if it is destined to happen, it will happen, if it is not destined to happen, don't force it, I won't practice anymore!"

He sat up straight, grabbed the guitar and started to play it randomly, wishing to break the strings.

Anyway, Zhong Lei would definitely not be at home at this time, and no one would be disturbed by him.

If it weren't for the fact that their biological clocks were completely out of sync, Chen Feng really wouldn't have dared to practice in the room.

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

Dong, dong, dong.

Chen Feng's door was knocked heavily.

He opened the door, and Zhong Lei, wearing light blue pajamas and with messy hair, stood at the door. Her beautiful big eyes were glaring at Chen Feng.

The neckline of her pajamas was a little low, and Chen Feng didn't dare to look at her any more.

Damn it, why is she still at home?

"What on earth are you doing so late at night! Are you going to let me sleep?"

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

"What the hell are you learning! I can tell you clearly, I only listened to you playing for five minutes and I know you have no sense of music! To put it bluntly, you can't even sing tune-deaf and your sense of rhythm is a mess!"

After a month of hard work and practice, Chen Feng knew that Zhong Lei's words were true.

But although Zhong Lei was telling the truth, it was too infuriating to be scolded in the face like this.

He wanted to say something to save face, but when he moved his lips, he found it difficult to speak.

Zhong Lei spoke again, her tone slowed down, even pleading, "I beg you, okay? Please stop playing, I finally got a vacation and a good sleep, please let me go."

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

Unexpectedly, she said, "I beg you for your guitar, too, please stop playing it. Although it's just a cheap one, it's too miserable to be played like this. Why don't you just burn it as firewood, just to give it a relief, okay?"

Hiss...

Chen Feng almost couldn't breathe in his heart, "What... what..."

This was too vicious.

Even though he knew that the other party could become the contemporary Beethoven, Chen Feng wanted to slap her in the face.

Zhong Lei didn't give him a chance to lose his temper, and turned around to go upstairs again, "Anyway, don't blame me for not telling you. If you let me hear that kind of noise again, I will definitely complain to you!"

She slammed the door again.

Chen Feng downstairs was so angry and hateful.

But he really had no choice. After all, his job was to be the apartment manager. It was his job to deal with noise nuisance from neighbors, not to mention that he was the one who made the noise.

If Zhong Lei complained, at least half a month's performance bonus would be deducted from him.

Chen Feng wanted to say something, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on young people because they are poor. Sooner or later, you will have to beg me for help."

But he thought about his miserable self-study experience in the past month, and felt depressed again.

It seemed that there was no chance to avenge his past shame.

Forget it, let it be.

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

...

"Private Chen Feng! Step out!"

Chen Feng opened his eyes suddenly.

The hazy sunlight was unusually dazzling.

Looking around, this was a huge and endless square.

In the distant sky, some cone-shaped aircraft were rising into the sky, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Nearby, was a square face that was both strange and familiar.

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

The same place, the same people, the same glaring eyes.

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

Chen Feng was in a trance and lost consciousness again.

I... I had a dream again?

After a month, I entered that dream again?

And I was still a private in the reserve?

Even the first sentence that instructor Ding Hu said when he woke me up was exactly the same!

What... what is going on!

"Are you still in a daze? Go run ten laps around the playground!"

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

Chen Feng shuddered, even the lines asking him to run laps were the same.

The last time he had a dream, Chen Feng did not immediately run laps, but asked in a daze who he was, where he was, what he was doing, and why he had to run laps.

As a result, ten laps turned into twenty laps, and he was almost exhausted to death on the playground.

This time, Chen Feng learned to be smart, and saluted swiftly, then turned around and ran towards the playground track.

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

October 26, 3019 AD, eight o'clock in the morning.

It was this day again, and he returned to the beginning of the dream.

He was still confused about what was going on.

Why did he have the same dream again exactly one month later?

Why were the beginnings of the two dreams exactly the same?

What is the meaning of this dream?

Zhong Lei's existence has proved that dreams are a real world, so what does the ending of everyone dying mean?

Am I really dreaming?

Or has my soul traveled thousands of years and come here?

But why can I go back?

Why is the second dream a new beginning? Has

time flowed backwards again?

There are still a hundred thousand whys in my mind that I can't figure out, but it doesn't prevent Chen Feng from quickly clearing his mind. If you

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

At least this means that I can really start over again, and this time I will not let my time go to waste!

In a good mood, his steps when running laps are much lighter.

Yes, this time he will study music well!

After practicing hard for a month, he is still a scumbag.

What about practicing hard for a year?

Low-income households don’t have to work, so they can focus on their own things!

And he can always check the original songs for comparison.

This dream came at the right time.