The world is not right [rebirth]

Zhao Ying's fingers on the ground trembled.

He was a little dazed, because according to his current time point, he should not be able to hear this song.The first time this song appeared in front of everyone was the Chinese Valentine's Day in [-], which is almost a year away from now.

But this tune is so familiar, although there is a slight difference from the tune that Zhao Ying knows, but this difference is only a difference in the notes at the end of a few beats.Zhao Ying compared the two versions in his mind, and determined that the version a year later would be more harmonious and mature in terms of rhythm and tone, just like the current version after tens of thousands of revisions, and finally presented the perfect finished product in front of everyone.

However, that doesn't mean the original version couldn't move people's hearts.

Zhao Ying got up, walked to the window sill, and then hesitantly pushed open the dusty glass window.

The sound of the music became clear all of a sudden. Under the moonlight, it was like a ding-dong flowing mountain stream. In just a short moment, it soaked up the night, and even the hot wind on a midsummer night was not so disturbing.Zhao Ying stood by the small window on the second floor in a daze, looking through the swaying sycamore leaves and falling on Tang Su who was playing the guitar under the tree.

Night, white moon, leaves and tree shadows, and a handsome boy playing under the tree.

... as beautiful and romantic as a painting.

Then the boy in the painting raised his head, his face seemed to be shining like a star in the watery moonlight, when the corners of his mouth curled up, even the night breeze couldn't help but stop, the inferior texture of hair dye was completely defeated by this halo, which usually wouldn't The hair color that appeared made him look too beautiful to be real.

When the first line of the lyrics sounded, Zhao Ying couldn't help clasping the window frame tightly with his fingers.

"I can see confusion from your eyes, are you lost on the road of life, can't see clearly ahead, wandering around..."

[-], September.

It’s almost midnight, and the central city of Sinsha is still as hot as a big stove. The air conditioners are leaning against the roadside, hanging on the wall, or placed on the ground, trying their best to fuel the stove. , So the pedestrians on the road became more and more hurried, all of them seemed to be running for their lives.A little movement in the dark streets and alleys will definitely not attract their attention.

Zhao Ying, who was three months away from turning 20, smelled of dish soap and sauces all over her body, and wore a dark gray T-shirt that was full of stains that could not be seen. She pushed open a small door in such an alley and walked out.

This is the back door of a small restaurant. Several swill buckets full of black stains are placed against the wall. Even in the high temperature of more than 30 degrees in the middle of the night, several swill buckets persevere, sending out a smear to Zhao Ying. The disgusting taste of wanting to spit out bile.However, Zhao Ying has been working as a dishwasher in a small restaurant for more than three months, and he is quite used to this murderous smell, so when facing the slop bucket, the only change on his face is to look away.

The small wooden door behind him was not closed, and the soprano voice that pierced the eardrums burst out from the door.

"Break the bowl again!" the proprietress of the small restaurant screamed, "Just today, you broke five bowls! You dumb, you are sent by the grocery store opposite to harm my family? Ah?! My family sees you pity you Work, you just repay my family like this? Ah?! You think my house is a big hotel, and it doesn’t hurt to break the plates and bowls, don’t do it! I’m telling you dumb! Don’t do it!!!”

Zhao Ying turned around and saw the plump proprietress standing on the door frame, holding a few pink banknotes in her hand, and throwing them at him.

The pink banknotes fell on the black and sticky ground, but Zhao Ying didn't pick them up. He bowed his head and apologized to the proprietress with sign language in his hands.

"I don't understand! Get lost!" the proprietress shouted.

She slammed the back door shut, the sound and vibration startled a swarm of flies living near the swill bucket, Zhao Ying slowly picked up a few pink banknotes, left the alley with the flies, and walked on the street blankly.

Lost my job again.

This can't be blamed on the lady boss. No one likes employees who are out of their minds at work, even if it's just a dishwasher.

Through the fabric, Zhao Ying touched a few pink banknotes in his trouser pocket. This slightly thicker feel should have brought him comfort, after all, the rent for this month has been settled.But Zhao Ying's heart was empty, and she just felt that she couldn't be happy with another hundred chapters of pink banknotes.

Zhao Ying failed again because he applied for a contract a few days ago.

In fact, this time Zhao Ying basically didn't report too much hope. After all, the book "Bringing Cosmic Intelligence with You" in his hand is almost finished. Signing him at this time is not a good deal in any way. .Even though he knew this, Zhao Ying couldn't help but press the button to apply for a contract in the background of the web page, starting another cycle of waiting for a reply.

He even felt that if it wasn't for the motivation to wait for the editor's reply to drive him, then he might not be able to maintain the [-] updates per day.His works hang in the tens of thousands of novels at the end of the ocean, and the collection is only a few hundred. In the comment area, except for the same writers who come to advertise, there is no trace of life, even for Zhao Ying. A consolation product, both of which are very unqualified, let alone turned into a driving force for writing.

However, this time the editor's patterned reply still dealt a bigger blow to Zhao Ying than expected.

He felt...he couldn't hold on anymore.

Maybe he really doesn't have the talent to be a writer. Thinking so, Zhao Ying followed the traffic lights and stopped behind the zebra crossing at the intersection.His eyes are empty, and the focus of his gaze wanders and refuses to fall. If others take a look, they can see that he is wandering.

"Bringing Cosmic Intelligence with You" now has 160 million words, and he calculated it in his heart.From the beginning to the end, this novel did not bring him half a cent of income, but wasted a lot of his time, energy, and money. If he is willing to use the effort of coding to find a job, at least he does not have to worry about it now. Worry about rent every quarter.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Ying, who had evolved into a money slave during this period of time, suddenly felt heartbroken.

In fact, it's still too late, he said to himself, anyway, "Bringing Cosmic Intelligence with You" is not read at all, so he might as well completely cheat this article, and then find a job as a courier...

...So, what's wrong with that?

Has he been rejected twenty times?Or thirty times?In the writer group, if the writers of the same period have either signed a contract, or will not appear in the writer group since a certain day, he is just embarking on a path that has already had many failed predecessors, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

On the opposite side of the zebra crossing, the green pedestrian lights are already on.

But Zhao Ying stood still.

Why is it so painful for him to give up writing and concentrate on working to support himself, a decision that does not require much hesitation?

Could it be that he is still holding on to a glimmer of hope?

Zhao Ying asked himself, but got no answer. He wanted to ask others, but no one could hear him.

The lights of the large shopping mall opposite the intersection were kept on all night, and the huge electronic screen erected on the shop sign projected light on the asphalt road. Some video was displayed on it, but Zhao Ying didn't care at first.But just when he raised his head and his eyes drifted randomly across the bottom of the electronic screen, he saw a line of small characters on the electronic screen.

"I see confusion in your eyes, are you lost on the road of life..."

Zhao Ying recalled afterwards that if it wasn't such a coincidence that he happened to sing this line when he saw it, then he would definitely think of it countless times in the past and never look at what was playing on the electronic screen.

But fate is no coincidence.

Anyway, it was in such a late night that he looked up and saw the lyrics and the singer on the electronic screen.

The face of the singer is a face with a high refresh rate in recent months. Zhao Ying has seen it on the Internet, on the TVs of street shops, and on the covers of magazines in newsstands. He has never looked at this face seriously before. Until today, through the rough pixels of the electronic screen, the eye-catching handsomeness even made Zhao Ying, who is of the same sex, dizzy for a moment.

The background of the electronic screen is a clean clear sky, filled with warm sunshine like a singer.

Driven by those two lyrics, Zhao Ying's body involuntarily crossed the zebra crossing and came under the electronic screen.This distance finally allowed him to hear the sound coming from the stereo.

On the electronic screen, a singer in a white suit with fake wings behind him held the microphone, singing without stopping for a moment.

"...My life is like this, you finally said something like this to yourself..."

Under the electronic screen, Zhao Ying's eyes widened.

The singer's voice is gentle but very penetrating. Under the dense drum beats and the noise caused by the passing traffic, the singing voice can still be transmitted to Zhao Ying's ears.The writer who has been on the street for more than a year does not know that he is trembling all over. He is looking up at the person on the electronic screen wearing heavy glasses.

"...The distance may be only one step away. If you stop here today, will you not regret it in the future? There is never an easy way to success. Is it really over? Then who will guard the warm home... "

Zhao Ying held her head and slowly squatted at the entrance of the mall.Pedestrians walked alone in the middle of the night, and no one noticed the young man covering his face with his hands, let alone noticed that with the silent roar, there were water marks slipping from the gap between the young man's fingers.

Try again, 19-year-old Zhao Ying thought while whimpering.

Finish "Take Cosmic Intelligence with You", learn your lesson, and try again.

[-], June.

Zhao Ying stood in the dark corridor, while a Shamat was still strumming the guitar under the tall plane tree in front of the dormitory, singing the lyrics in a low voice.

Tang Su, who was also talented, had a youthful voice, and he sang the lyrics hesitantly. Accompanied by the soft sound of the acoustic guitar, they turned into bubbles in the night wind.

"...I used to be like you. I was never blessed by luck. I was created for some reason and came to this world. But for the sake of those who support me, I hid my tears and learned to be strong. Now I want to pass this power on to you. On you..."

The guitar sound suddenly stopped.

Tang Su raised his head and looked up at Zhao Ying who came out of the corridor.

"Ah, I'm sorry? You haven't slept yet? Did I disturb you?," he said casually, "Just now I was in a bad mood and drank some beer. It seems a little drunk, you..."

Zhao Ying walked completely under the moonlight, and Tang Su, who was absent-minded at first, could not help being stunned when he saw his appearance clearly.

"...you...are you crying?"

Zhao Ying didn't answer.

Hot tears slid down his cheeks, and he only woke up after hearing Tang Su's words. He wiped away the water stains with his dusty hands, leaving several stains on his face.

"Is my singing really that bad?" Tang Su dropped the guitar, jumped in front of him, blocked Zhao Ying's own hand, and wiped his face with the corner of a new T-shirt he didn't know when, "It's hard to hear Made you cry? Hold back! Even if you cry, don't cry in front of me!"

What a mouthful to run the train, Zhao Ying thought.But the action of wiping your face is very gentle.

This person is Tang Su, that Tang Su.

Tang Su is still in the same world as him, this is really... really the best news I know in this period of time.