Han Sen looked at the passing buses, held the coins in his pocket, and thought about the distance to go home. Finally, he gave up taking the bus and walked towards the place where he lived, facing the afterglow of the setting sun.
On the way, he felt abdominal discomfort again.
"here we go again."
Han Sen took off his mask, took out the dried radish again, and chewed it slowly.
Slightly sweet, slightly astringent.
Soon, the stomach discomfort disappeared...
Thinking of what happened in the past few days, Han Sen sighed.
When I woke up, it was dark between heaven and earth, and I could vaguely see the neon sign outside the window shining faintly.
He was a little drowsy, but he knew he couldn't sleep anymore.
So I opened my eyes desperately, and my body gradually became clearer.
I just felt as if the inner wall of my stomach was peeling off, causing burning pain like corrosion.
Howling and moaning in a low voice, he finally knocked over a box of painkillers beside the bed. After taking them, he felt slightly relieved. Then he knelt down by the bed, found a dried radish, and chewed it slowly but firmly.
Remember the past.
He only remembered that the fork in the road appeared at a concert with thousands of people that he had been preparing for more than two years.
It seems like an unexpected accident?
The stage performance elevator malfunctioned and dropped violently, causing me to fall to the ground.
The scene was filled with exclamations of surprise.
After the rapid falling sensation and a brief moment of confusion, he only saw that his hands were covered in blood, and his lumbar vertebrae would suffer severe pain if he moved even slightly.
His heart sank for a moment.
Soon, amidst the chaotic noises and screams, his consciousness fell into a blur and he closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, it was this strange world...
A huge poster of a man is posted in the bedroom, taking up the entire small space.
There are messy clothes in the storage cabinet.
There is a quiet black guitar next to the bed.
The bookcases are covered with various books about music.
Nothing else.
Fortunately, his ID card, diary, etc., allowed him to gradually understand his past self.
"On March 1st, the Spring Festival has passed. I have opened this new diary to urge myself to continue to work harder on the road of music!"
"In order to find inspiration, I first read Antoine's autobiography in prison."
"I think Antoine is a great black leader and the greatest South African. The spiritual content of his life is about struggle and hope. This coincides with my philosophy! I know clearly that Antoine
You should win the Tu Hong Peace Prize!”
"It's March 2nd. It's cold and I can't do anything. Play cards."
"March 3, the weather is getting colder today. Let's play cards."
"March 5th, playing cards."
"March 7, playing cards."
"March 15th, playing cards..."
"March 16th, Han Sen, Han Sen! How could you be so depraved! Have you forgotten all the plans you made before? The Master said: I will examine myself three times in a day! We can't go on like this!"
"March 17th, playing cards."
"March 18th, playing cards..."
"Yesterday, March 20, I discussed a major matter with Ge Qingqi, Zhong Juntao, and Wu Yu, which was enough to change our lives. Later, the agent also expressed his agreement, so the matter was put on the agenda, but I know
, this may not be successful, I hope my guess is wrong."
"On March 22, my guess was indeed wrong. The company did not stop us and our interview was successful! Our Jinghong band passed this year's band audition of "Hong Kong Star" and we can appear on TV!"
"March 23, rehearsal."
"March 25th, rehearsal."
"On March 26, for Aqi, I became a hero today, but everyone is blaming me. Maybe... I am wrong?"
"On March 27th, I went on stage today. What I know is not what I think, and what I think is not what I know. The entertainment industry is indeed full of shady things. I am not willing to be ranked second. We are number one!"
"March 28th, rehearse and prepare for the promotion competition!"
"April 1st, today seems to be April Fool's Day in the West? But we Chinese people don't celebrate this holiday, but today Wu Yu made a joke to me, which surprised me. He said he saw no hope and wanted to leave. I think
This joke is not funny at all."
"On April 5th, today's promotion competition, the judges once again gave us a hard time, but with the support of the audience, we were lucky enough to advance. The road ahead is long and the road is long..."
"On April 7, Wu Yu didn't leave, but A Tao told me that he wanted to open a noodle shop in Beijing. A noodle shop? I laughed. He wanted to inherit the family mantle. I asked him, really...
Do you really want to be a cook for the rest of your life? He was silent."
"On April 8, Ge Qingqi brought me a letter, which was an employment contract with Yuanzheng Entertainment! Oh, Yuanzheng? A big company? Lack of drummers? Are you willing to pay a sky-high price to trade for a drummer? Nail Nicophy, Monkey Sea
Sai Lei dares to nest!"
"On April 12, I feel so helpless. Why does everyone want to go north?"
"On April 14, we entered the quarterfinals, but I was not happy at all. The company did not provide any resource support at all. In addition, something happened that gave me a bad premonition. I hope it is just me.
Think about it."
"On April 15, A Tao finally left. He cried so sadly. I don't know how to express my inner disappointment."
"On April 16th, it was a cloudy day with heavy rain. Aqi also left. I took her to the airport. The next one would be Yu Shao... I know that Yu Shao is a rich second generation and doesn't care about this band at all.
,Yes, he doesn’t care!”
"April 17th, goodbye."
…
The simple diary allowed Han Sen to understand the complex environment he was in. The more carefully he read it, the more his heart ached.
April 17 was the day he opened his eyes late at night.
You are persisting in things that should be given up, but you are giving up in things that should be persisted.
Han Sen sighed.
If you don’t know the suffering of others, you won’t make any comments.
In short, the rest of life.
I will go on a good journey for you.
But what made Han Sen a little confused was that he passed by the bank yesterday and took his ID card to check the property in his name, only to find that his account was cleaner than his face...
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is penniless now.
Fortunately, there is no debt.
Fortunately, there are still some grains and dozens of boxes of dried radishes in the refrigerator.
He is simply a carrot-drying maniac.
But this seems to be the most economical and safest way to relieve stomach problems.
At this moment, night falls.
Neon street lights lit up one after another, and the skyscrapers lined up one after another gradually lit up the lights.
This unfamiliar environment made Han Sen feel uncomfortable. After looking at it for a while and carefully recalling the way he came, Han Sen moved forward.
He lives in an ordinary public rental housing and enjoys a talent housing subsidy, but even so, it is still a large expense for Han Sen, who is currently unemployed.
The top priority is not only to solve the problem of food, but also to solve the problem of housing funds...
Han Sen was thinking as he walked.
As a singer in his previous life, he hung out in bars and held concerts with thousands of people at the Workers' Stadium. Although he was not a top-notch artist, he was still a well-known literary and artistic worker in the music circle.
If he can write, he can create.
He has reached the eighth level of Jeet Kune Do in Nengwu and has also passed the coaching qualification test. Three or five strong men cannot get close to him.
Therefore, he is also known as Bruce Lee in the music industry.
Han Sen is confident that even if he is not involved in the entertainment industry, he can still take the Jeet Kune Do coaching qualification certificate and teach people how to practice martial arts.
But, it’s just enough to make ends meet.
He calmed down and felt a little bit embarrassed.
It would be too embarrassing for the people who traveled through time to just make a living.
As soon as he returned to the apartment downstairs, a black business car parked in front of Han Sen.
Han Sen paused and raised his head cautiously.
The car door opened, and a thin young man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car with a frown and an angry tone: "Han Sen, why is your phone always turned off?"
Han Sen looked at him warily, and while doing the Jeet Kune Do hand gesture, he said: "My phone is broken."
In fact, the phone was locked because I didn’t know the password and entered it incorrectly many times...
The skinny young man noticed Han Sen's strange movements and looked around Han Sen for a while. Then he lowered his head and took out his phone. After comparing the photos in the forum, he said, "It's really you..."
He put away his phone and sighed: "Han Sen, Mr. Zhai said, no matter what the result is, you must compete today. Even if you lose, you will lose on the stage instead of withdrawing."
"You are not qualified to withdraw from the competition now, do you understand?"
Han Sen didn't speak, he was thinking about the other party's identity.
The skinny young man said: "I, Zhao Yixin, have led so many artists, and you are the most disobedient one. Mr. Zhai has a lot of people, so I won't care about you. I know you are a hero saving a beauty, but you are too stupid.
There is no expression at all, and the key point is that Aqi himself didn’t say anything, so why do you have to stand up?"
Zhao Yixin?
Han Sen suddenly realized the identity of the other party.
The manager of Jinghong Band was mentioned in his diary.
Based on this passage, Han Sen vaguely understood that the reason why Jinghong Band was "retired" was probably because of something hidden.
He tried hard to recall Ge Qingqi's appearance, and it seemed that he was indeed a rare and beautiful drummer. The reason why Jinghong Band was so popular in Xiangjiang Star was that Ge Qingqi was definitely one of the elements that could not be ignored.
"Aqi has left, and I can't contact Wu Yu and Zhong Juntao."
Zhao Yixin put his hand in his pocket and dug his ear holes with his little finger. He looked up at Han Sen and said, "Then I can only invite you as the lead singer. I asked the program team that you can come alone. There have been some before."
Going beyond the precedent is not an exception."
"Let's go!"
Zhao Yixin looked at his watch and said coldly: "Don't be ungrateful. You can still get labor fees if you go, and you are more promising than you chewing radish. Tsk, radish? You are really the person who disgraced our 'miracle'."
Ah fight!
Han Sen took a step forward, and before Zhao Yixin could react, the back of his hand was already on Zhao Yixin's face.
When it was only three centimeters away from the face, the back of the hand stopped.
Zhao Yixin was stunned. Looking at this big hand with distinct joints, he felt that the hair on his forehead was slightly shaken by the fan.
Amazing!
He broke into a cold sweat, took a step back, and said angrily: "What...are you doing?"
Han Sen retracted his palm and said seriously: "Do you think my skills are good? In addition to being a singer, I can also be an action actor."
"……let me consider it!"
Zhao Yixin's heart was frightened so much that he pretended to be calm: "But you don't have to have high hopes. To tell you the truth, you signed a five-year contract, and Zhai is always here for a day, but you have no chance in this circle."
When you raise your head, it's not that I won't help you, it's that I'm not capable enough and there's a high probability that I won't be able to help you."
Han Sen's face was slightly cold, and he took the initiative to step forward and get into the commercial car.
Zhao Yixin stood there, still a little scared when he recalled the lightning-fast palm just now.
"You see how bad she is, why not find a rich woman who can make a living every day!