Chapter 5 Diligence can make up for shortcomings



There are some things in the world that can be done well through hard work and investment at all costs.

For some things, if you don’t have talent, no matter how hard you work, no matter how much you invest, it will still be useless.

A typical example is artistic creation.

In the field of art, talent can be roughly divided into two types.

One is the talent for learning and playing, and the other is the talent

for creation. People with creative talent basically have the talent

for learning and playing. But more people only have the talent for learning and playing, not the talent for creation.

Learning and playing can make up for one’s shortcomings with hard work, but creation cannot. Without talent, you can’t even get started.

As long as they go through systematic training and persistent learning, almost everyone can become a qualified craftsman, but not an artist.

Many piano teachers teach piano for a lifetime and still cannot write a beautiful piece of music.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent hard work.

The second half of this sentence is "Of course the inspiration is the most important."

The so-called inspiration refers to the creative talent.

Chen Feng has neither creative talent nor the talent for learning and playing.

But fortunately, he can get the standard answer first and then reverse the process.

He does not create, he only moves.

So what Chen Feng has to do now is to make himself a qualified performing craftsman through hard work.

Chen Feng is also particularly lucky.

That is, with his talent level, if he used his spare time in the real world to slowly study, it would take him at least five or six years to get started in playing, and ordinary talent would take about two or three years.

Zhong Lei was right, her vision was really sharp, his talent was just that bad.

If it weren't for this dream that was like a dream but not a dream, by the time he learned to fully reproduce the entire song in reality, five or six years would have passed, and he would have forgotten everything.

Moreover, if he dropped out to study music in the real world, he would starve to death on the streets.

This is not feasible at all.

But now, he has entered the "dream" again, and has an extra year.

Although he wasted two months in the barracks, he still has ten months left.

And it was ten months without work, socializing, or any distractions!

So, these ten months were equivalent to five or six years!

The stolen time was especially worth cherishing, and Chen Feng set up a strict schedule for himself. He

got up at seven o'clock every morning and read in the morning. The purpose of reading was to learn music theory and music notation.

After lunch, he slept for half an hour, and in the afternoon he started playing the guitar. Even if he kept getting stuck, he had to play the guitar accompaniment over and over again.

The evening schedule was relatively free, and he could watch some art tutorial videos and then go to bed on time at twelve o'clock.

Although the history was covered up, these entertainment and art things were very detailed and had everything.

Time flies, and more than nine months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Old wrinkles gradually appeared on Chen Feng’s fingers.

The balcony floor where he often sat to practice the piano had two mirror-smooth footprints worn out by his shoes.

The corner of the wall was filled with dozens of guitar strings that he had replaced.

His playing posture was still not graceful, and even looked a little clumsy, but he was finally able to play the complete accompaniment of two songs with the guitar smoothly and accurately.

In addition to "Boring", the other song is "It's Late at Night", both of which are early works of Zhong Lei.

"It's Late at Night" is relatively mature than "Boring". Although the title is quite freehand, this song is actually a very explosive rock style.

Chen Feng just memorized the two songs in his mind by rote, which was a huge workload.

In addition to the guitar, the accompaniment also includes a variety of instruments such as piano, bass, drums, harp, organ, violin, tuba, etc.

Experienced performers know how to find rhythms and nodes, and analyze and summarize the rules to facilitate memory, so it is not so difficult to memorize a song.

For example, some pop songs, although the whole song is several minutes long, are actually just two or three chords that are repeatedly combined.

Understand the chords thoroughly, and then combine them, and the framework of the whole song will come out.

But Chen Feng couldn't do it. He didn't study long enough, was not proficient, didn't know how to play other instruments, and had a poor sense of music. He could only force himself to memorize every note of each instrument.

It's like someone who is not sensitive to numbers memorizing pi with hundreds or thousands of decimal places.

It was like a high school student reciting "Chen Qing Biao".

The whole person was very twisted.

In the small and dark basement space, Chen Feng lay quietly on the slightly musty leather sofa, his eyes closed, muttering to himself like chanting a sutra.

He was repeatedly recalling the complete arrangements of the two songs "Boring" and "It's Late at Night" in his mind.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, confirmed that every melody was firmly remembered and there would be no mistakes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Feng looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again.

The time is almost up.

October 27, 3020 AD, 9:43 am.

If I remember correctly, that strange thing will appear in the sky in a few minutes.

This time he decided to hide in the basement, not to look at the light, to see if he could survive.

In the past year, apart from practicing music, he almost ignored worldly affairs.

But half a year ago, he still tentatively spread the news that the end of the world was coming through social networks.

But the news he spread was quickly covered up, and he also received a first-level warning from the world government, telling him not to listen to the alarmist talk, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

After that, Chen Feng stopped meddling in other people's business.

He was just an ordinary citizen, and he had done his best to take care of himself, so why bother to feel sorry for others?

He only made some small preparations for himself.

He used the welfare points he had accumulated to exchange for an underground air-raid shelter room that had been vacant for many years, and prepared a lot of food and drinking water in the room.

He wanted to try again to see what would happen if he didn't die, and whether he could live a few more days in this dream.

If there was enough time, he would learn two more songs.

Click.

Chen Feng turned on the old flexible-screen TV.

When the last dream ended, he was playing tennis with other low-income households in an open-air tennis court, and he ascended to heaven on the spot.

This time, he could see if the TV had any explanation.

After a very brief flash, the TV screen appeared, and the default TV station was Chinese Channel 1.

At this time, a recorded interview program was playing on the TV.

A military expert was communicating with many reporters and public opinion leaders, explaining why the huge and seemingly redundant military system should be maintained today.

"Yes, now is an era of eternal peace. But the 6,000-year history of mankind tells us that war is the switch of civilization and progress. In order to maintain the stability of social order, our army should be kept at a sufficient level, which can not only promote technological progress, but also prevent disasters before they happen."

The military expert talked about this.

A respected civilian scholar sneered dissatisfiedly: "This is ridiculous. We don't engage in military affairs, but we will still promote basic disciplines. Prevent disasters before they happen? What is the disaster? You are just wasting taxpayers' money and the productivity of technological progress!"

As soon as the scholar finished speaking, there was a sudden flash on the TV, the signal was briefly interrupted, and the program was replaced.

Chen Feng turned his head to look at his watch. There were about four minutes left.

A few seconds later, the TV signal was restored.

Looking at the newly cut screen, Chen Feng's pupils suddenly contracted and his breathing stopped.


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