Perfect Superstar

Lu Chen had a dream, a very long dream.

The world in the dream is familiar and unfamiliar, different characters perform different wonderful performances, and he actually experienced three different lives in this world!

The first part of his life belongs to a singer named Xu Bo. He has a flamboyant personality and likes music madly. Although he has a good talent, he has never been able to make a big splash, wandering around like duckweeds.

In the second part of his life, his name is Moran. He is an actor, whose appearance is unassuming, calm and reserved. He has played different roles in many film and television works, but they are all supporting roles. His acting skills are excellent but he has always been a foil for others.

In the last part of his life, Fang Mingyi is a freelance writer who likes music, movies, travel, and food.

Fate is wonderful, an accidental meeting made Xu Bo, Moran and Fang Mingyi know each other. Although they have different personalities, they still have a lot of common topics with each other, so they become real friends.

Later, the three of them traveled together and suddenly encountered a mudslide on the winding road leading to Jade Dragon Snow Mountain...

When countless mud mixed with rocks broke through the window and rushed into the car, Lu Chen suddenly woke up with a huge sense of fear and suffocation, and suddenly sat up on the bed!

He was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, his eyes were broken and lost.

After a long time, Lu Chen barely recovered his soul.

His eyes slowly focused, and what came into view was a very familiar shabby room. The dim light of the small table lamp barely illuminated this small dwelling of less than ten square meters. Except for the bed, a set of dilapidated tables and chairs, and a wardrobe, there was no any other furniture.

But he still couldn't tell whether he was Xu Bo, Mo Ran or Fang Mingyi. The memories of the three were so vivid that they were deeply engraved in their souls and could not be separated.

Lu Chen put on his coat indiscriminately, and stumbled to the small bathroom, then quickly turned on the faucet, and threw the water on his face with both hands.

The strong stimulation brought by the cold tap water instantly awakened his drowsy mind.

What appeared in the mirror was a young face.

The face is very straight, the edges and corners are quite handsome, the eyebrows are clear and the eyes are deep, the strong nose bridge and thin lips have a hint of stubbornness, but there is a hint of indescribable depression and haggard between the eyebrows, revealing Disappointment and gloom about life.

Lu Chen was finally able to make sure that he was still him, or that 22-year-old who had not graduated from university and had been wandering in the capital for nearly a year!

Drop drop!

The phone on the bedside suddenly beeped loudly.

Lu Chen shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to temporarily forget the complicated thoughts in his mind, brushing his teeth in a hurry, then leaving the basement of the dwelling and running to work.

The place where he lives now is one of dozens of rooms in the basement of an old building in Jingming Community, which is near the Fourth Ring Road in Beijing.

The rent for a small room less than ten square meters is as high as 1,200 yuan, but it is better than having an independent bathroom, and it is not far from where Lu Chen works during the day, and it is only five minutes away from the nearest subway station.

In Beijing, a super city with a population of more than 30 million, there are many outsiders like Lu Chen, either for life or for their dreams.

They are often called Jing drift or ant tribe, and some people mock themselves as drift ants.

As a member of the floating ants, Lu Chen ran out of the community and onto the sidewalk. He broke through the early morning fog and ran quickly towards the place where he was working.

Everything was as usual, but everything seemed to be different.

At sunset and dusk, Lu Chen dragged his tired body and returned to the dark dwelling.

He threw himself heavily on the single bed, closed his eyes and rested for a while, refreshed himself, sat up again, and took the guitar lying in front of the bed.

This single-board guitar is the most precious item that Lu Chen currently owns. The top of the guitar is made of white pine, and the back and side panels are made of rosewood plywood. White pine is recognized as one of the best materials for making guitars in the world. The timbre is strong and the texture is excellent, and after playing for a period of time, it is more sensitive to the sound.

Even at the most difficult time, Lu Chen never thought about selling this guitar, because it was Lu Xue's 18th birthday gift to Lu Chen.

Lu Xue is Lu Chen's younger sister. Buying this guitar used up all her pocket money!

In three hours, Lu Chen will use this guitar to earn a second salary.

During the day, Lu Chen was an hourly worker at a KFC store. At night, he was a waiter and a singer at a bar in Houhai, capital of the capital. He worked two jobs at the same time, working more than 15 hours a day.

Lu Chen didn't want to fight like this, but his family's heavy debts forced him to fight. Otherwise, his sister would be in danger of dropping out of school, and many creditors would come to him.

Lu Chen also has a sister who is fighting to pay off his debts like him. As the only man in the family, what reason does he have to avoid his own responsibilities?

Holding the guitar, Lu Chen plucked the steel strings lightly, and the melodious sound of the piano poured out like flowing water, filling the small room.

For some reason, he felt that he was very comfortable playing casually today, and his usual slightly difficult fingering became extremely skilled, as if he had gone through thousands of exercises and reached the state of doing whatever he wanted.

Lu Chen's heart moved, he straightened his spine, and began to play seriously.

He played and sang Flying Dove.

Flying Dove is a popular song composed by famous singer Tan Hong more than ten years ago. It has a beautiful melody and is considered to be one of the most suitable folk songs for guitar playing and singing, but it has very high requirements for fingering and singing.

Lu Chen is not a music student. He is a pop music lover. He has learned to play the guitar for a few years, and he can fascinate many ignorant girls by playing and singing by himself.

To put it bluntly, Lu Chen, who was from a wealthy family at that time, only used guitar playing and singing as a tool to show off.

But what he really used to make a living, his amateurs made him only a spot singer in the bar-some people only sing, and no one sang at the most, just padding, belonging to the bottom of the bar singers.

Flying Pigeon Lu Chen has also played and sung before, but he lacks skills and cannot control it.

But now playing and singing Flying Dove again, he found that the difficulty in fingering no longer existed. He opened his breath and sang softly.

Dream of becoming a pigeon flying in the blue sky, la la la~

After singing, Lu Chen pressed his fingers on the strings and was stunned.

How could this be?

Is this really a song you sang by yourself?

Snapped! Snapped!

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

Lu Chen woke up, put down his guitar and said, Come in, the door is open!

The door was quickly pushed open, and a tall and thin man with glasses walked in, with an exaggerated smile on his face, gave Lu Chen a thumbs up: Big singer, that's amazing!

Lu Chen smiled and said, Then you should hurry up and give a reward, just a few tens of thousands is enough!

If you want money or not, you will die!

The man with glasses howled loudly, with a look of unyielding expression, which made people want to kick him.

The man with glasses is Lu Chen's next-door neighbor. His name is Li Feiyu, a native of southern Hunan. He has been in Beijing for three years and is currently selling in a car 4S store.

The basement space is closed, and the rooms are separated by fire-proof boards, so the sound insulation effect is very poor, so Lu Chen practiced playing and singing in the snail house, and his neighbors could hear it clearly.

Big Singer is the nickname Li Feiyu gave to Lu Chen. It was a good-natured joke. Because the two were about the same age and had good temperaments, they became friends. The former often came over to visit in his spare time.

Li Feiyu also likes to sing, but he has a tone of voice, and he sings like a ghost. He has a certain ability to appreciate popular songs. He was stunned when he heard Lu Chen play Flying Pigeon just now.

But seriously, brother...

After the joke, Li Feiyu said seriously: You sing this song really well. Although the style is a little different from Tan Hong's, it is also full of artistic conception. It is at least ten times stronger than those slobber songs you sang before!

He stretched out his hands and fingers, wishing that he could also raise his feet to make up the count.

Lu Chen smiled and said, Thank you!

He knew he wasn't really good at singing before.

It's really weird...

Li Feiyu had a mysterious expression on his face. He looked around for a while, and said in a low voice, Dude, you won't be possessed by the God of Songs, right? The juvenile waste wood has made great progress in his adventure and cultivation base, and has since set foot on the pinnacle of life. Marrying Bai Fumei, every night is full of singing and singing...

Li Feiyu also has a hobby, which is to read online novels on the Internet, and his imagination is very rich.

Go to hell!

Lu Chen kicked over with a dumbfounded laugh, interrupting the other party's nonsense.

But the memory of the singer Xu Bo in the dream instantly flashed into his heart - Xu Bo not only sings very well, but is also good at playing guitar, whether it is folk guitar or classical guitar, he can play it superbly.

I flash!

Li Feiyu nimbly jumped to the door and said with a smile: Big singer, if you can still create originality, plus your current level of playing and singing, I dare to say that you will definitely become popular!

Must be red?

Lu Chen shook his head with a wry smile, stood up and closed the door.

Beijing is a place where people gather, and it is also the cultural center of the country. There are many talented musicians and singers among the thousands of Beijing drifters. How many are really popular?

If you want to be popular, talent, strength, connections and luck are all indispensable!

What does Lu Chen have?

And where is the original simple...

Suddenly, a light flashed in Lu Chen's head, instantly lighting up his thoughts.

original? Yes, it is original!

He swooped in front of the small desk and couldn't wait to open his old laptop.

The 50-second boot time was already accustomed to, but now it feels like a year. After finally entering the desktop, Lu Chen immediately moved the mouse and clicked hard on a software icon that had not been opened for a long time.

As if opening the door to change fate!

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