Chapter 7 About the Future (Part 2)

The lamps are bright and the walls are white.

On the TV in the living room, the romantic drama seemed to have reached a critical moment, and the hero and heroine were yelling at each other loudly.

Li Qian lay on the bed with his head in his hands, staring at the snow-white roof, but his eyes were unfocused.

He is wandering.

It has been almost a week since he came to this time and space, this world, and frankly speaking, he doesn't feel that there is anything difficult to adapt to. For the next few decades that he will live in this world, he does not have the slightest dissatisfaction, or apprehension, or fear... and any other negative emotions, he is even full of expectations.

He knew that compared to the original residents of this world, he had a huge advantage that was unimaginable-that was countless musicians, artists, writers, singers, screenwriters, directors, actors in another time and space...etc. Waiting for everything, the top-notch creations of the top literary and artistic elites in the human world for decades, centuries, or even hundreds of years.

Those stories, those texts, those pictures, those musical notes, those voices, those eyes that they created... These are fine works of art that are not at all inferior to all works of art in this era. It can even be said that, They are all treasures of art!

But they have never appeared in this world, and they are all known and held in the heart only by oneself.

But what should I do?

Yes, I have a perfect family, loving parents, a stable residence, a stable family income that my parents can provide, and a harmonious family atmosphere... For Li Qian, They are all extremely important, and he ignored them for more than 30 years in his last life. It was not until the last two years that he gradually came to realize that these things are extremely important, but they are bound by ordinary things and cannot be returned. .

For these, for this family, he attaches great importance to and cherishes them.

However, his life certainly cannot only have these, what he wants is more and bigger. It's just that in this life, he already knows that some things cannot and cannot be replaced, and must be cherished. Therefore, he will no longer wantonly abandon those warmth for the so-called artistic pursuit.

So what should he do?

How should he turn this huge advantage that currently only exists in his mind into reality?

He wants to make records, he wants to make many records, he wants to present those moving and beautiful notes in his mind, those cheerful and joyful, or sad and compassionate rhythms, and those beautiful lyrics. Come out, show it to the people of this world, show it to them.

He wants to make movies, whether he is an actor, a screenwriter, or a director. He wants to restore all the wonderful stories and moving emotions that he knows and has seen one by one. I even want to correct the deficiencies of those works that have been criticized by others one by one, so that they can appear in front of everyone in this world with a more perfect image, so that they can also rejoice, praise, and Wept for it.

Even, he wants to write a book, he wants to be a writer. This time, not only what he read in his last life, he felt that he had a lot to say, a lot of stories to tell...

But what should he do?

Publishing records, making movies, writing...everything is wonderful, but everything is so far away.

If you want to release a record, then first of all, there must be a record company willing to sign you and spend money on you... So, are you the champion of the singer competition? So, where else have you proven yourself? Or, is there any important person who is optimistic about you and is willing to support you?

Well, if there is none, then why should I spend money on you to make a record?

You said you have a good voice?

Come on, people who have a certain talent in music and voice, after systematic training, their voices are not bad, so there are a lot of newcomers waiting in line to sign the contract! How old are you?

You say you have creative talent?

Well, this is not bad, and it can even be said to be a huge advantage. In the music circle, there are a lot of people who can sing, but there are only a few people who can write songs. However, please note that it is not just a song that can be used if you just write a piece of music and fill in the words!

You said your song is very good?

Come on, if the market says yes, that's really good. Who dares to say that their song will be popular without going through the verification of the market?

There are some people in this circle, whether they are composers or producers, they have a jaw-droppingly accurate grasp of the trend of the market, and they can always create something that is widely sung, and of course it will also be recorded. As long as a song or album that sells well is picked up by them, it can almost reach the sky in one step... But, how many people like this can there be in the whole circle? Every day, every hour, every moment, how many people are staring at them, trying to get close to them?

Are you within reach?

So... the question goes back to the origin, why do you make a record?

As for making movies... Well, maybe ordinary people will say, you are handsome, so of course you can act in movies!

nonsense!

Li Qian had been in the industry for many years in his previous life, and he deeply knew that being handsome has nothing to do with being an actor or not! In the same way, every year during the art test, the test centers are crowded with people, all of them are handsome men and beautiful women, but in the end, if you can stand together and compare them, you will find that those who are really admitted are often not so beautiful. At least not the prettiest.

Therefore, it is difficult to make a record, and it is also difficult to act in a movie.

On the contrary, writing, you can try to write slowly, but obviously, that is not what Li Qian wants to do most urgently.

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Li Qian suddenly withdrew his gaze, then got out of bed with a carp, pulled a chair and sat down, took a piece of white paper, thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote four words on it: short-term goals.

Then, he wrote below——

1. Study hard, make progress every day, at least get into the capital;

2. Practice basic skills, guitar, and singing skills every day;

3. Go to a bar for an interview during the summer vacation, strive to become a resident singer, at least one must be successful, and use live resident singing to hone your ability to control the sound and the scene;

4. In college, I want to go to an art school and learn acting, and strive to continue to be classmates with Xiaolu.

After finishing writing, he carefully read it again, read it silently, then stretched out his hand and crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

So, let's get started!

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At half past eight in the evening, on the roof terrace.

Li Qian went upstairs with a thud, and when he came to the rooftop, he saw Wang Jinglu lying on the protective wall again in a daze.

"Hey, I say beauty, can you send text messages in the future without always being blank? At least you can type a word, if you can't, you can send a letter, or you can send a number!"

Wang Jinglu turned her head to look at him, then turned back blankly and continued to look into the distance.

It's clearly a bad mood.

"There was no fight on the fifth floor opposite today, so it's boring!" Li Qian said.

Wang Jinglu remained silent.

So Li Qian also fell silent.

After a while, he touched Wang Jinglu's elbow and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Jinglu turned to look at him, hesitant to speak, but in the end, she just said: "It's okay, but I'm a little...a little in a bad mood. I don't know what's wrong."

Li Qian was stunned for a moment, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he said in a tone: "This kind of thing...you don't communicate well with me, do you? You should talk to your mother about it?"

Wang Jinglu was startled when she heard the words, and stared at him with wide eyes, "You... how do you know?"

Calling Li Qian up today, she really wanted to say something, but for some reason, she really saw Li Qian, and she didn't want to say it: after all, it was just her own guess, the child of an old business friend came back from studying abroad , to visit at home, what's the matter? People didn't say anything, and they just took it out and said this and that. If nothing happened, how embarrassing it would be? It's as if I'm being self-indulgent!

But... how would Li Qian know?

Li Qian was stunned again, "Why don't I know? You have this expression, and you are in a bad mood... Well, I know, girls always have a few days every month... "

Wang Jinglu's eyes suddenly widened, and there was a moment of trance in those eyes.

Then, when she came back to her senses, her face flushed red!

She raised her leg and kicked Li Qian bitterly. She was ashamed and anxious, and didn't know how to explain it, so she just stomped her foot and said, "No!"

Li Qian spread his hands in aggrieved face, and after only a few days, he was hit again.

Wang Jinglu looked at him bitterly, turned her head away and said nothing.

However, I have to say that by making Li Qian make such a fuss, the little things that were originally in his heart faded unconsciously.

So after a moment of silence, Wang Jinglu remembered the business and said, "The monthly exam will be next Thursday and Friday."

"Oh." Li Qian nodded absently.

"You scored 433 last time." Wang Jinglu continued.

Li Qian suddenly regained his energy and asked, "How many points do you need to get into the top 30?"

Among the short-term goals he just made, the first one is about learning, and the last one is about universities. Therefore, this question of scores cannot be ignored.

At this moment, Wang Jinglu thought for a while and said, "Xiao Ping, who was sitting behind me, seemed to have scored 518 in the test last time, and she was ranked 27th."

"Oh, that's 500 points." Li Qian knew it in his heart.

Wang Jinglu said: "If you fall in the bottom ten in the final exam, it will be the same as when you were in the second year of senior high school, and you will go to other ordinary classes... You are not required to take the test with 500 points, 480 points are fine, 480 points, probably You can stay in the class."

Li Qian said, "Hey, it doesn't matter which class I go to, you're leaving anyway..."

Wang Jinglu was a little shy and stopped talking.

Li Qian didn't pay attention to her, didn't realize it, and counted the points on his own, "90 points in Chinese is hard to say, 85 points are no problem, history and philosophy are estimated to be 80 points, English, nature, I recently played I'm a life-reader, so let's say one is 75 and the other is 70, how much does it add up... This is only 390 points, the pressure is very high, well, I will try to get 70 points in mathematics, but the problem is not too big, sophomore year Mathematics is not too difficult, but Russian... 60 points is really difficult!"

After much calculation, Li Qian felt that he could score between 500 and 520 in the test, and he was quite satisfied with the result. He looked back at Wang Jinglu.

The pair of eyes behind the glasses blinked and blinked, she looked away from Li Qian, and whispered, "Why don't I tell my sister that I... don't go to the capital anymore?"

After a pause, she seemed to be afraid that Li Qian might misunderstand something, and then she explained: "I mean, I mean... If I don't go to the capital during the summer vacation, I can tutor you in Russian. Your Russian is the worst!"

Li Qian blinked and didn't speak.

Wang Jinglu looked back at him, counted for him carefully with her fingers, "You got 91 points in the Chinese test last time, 43 points in mathematics, 61 points in English, 52 points in Russian, 70 points in history, 67 points in philosophy, and 49 points in nature... according to your own calculation, Do you think you can improve so fast?"

Li Qian was stunned for a moment. He couldn't say: I had good academic performance in my previous life. Except for Russian, which I hadn't touched in my previous life, I can only learn from the old skills in this life. After a little review of the others, I won't be able to pass the exam. too bad...

"You remember so well, I forgot myself..." he said.

"You just don't take anything seriously..." she said.

"I must be serious this time. In fact, I have been working hard in the past few days..." he said.

"I was peeking at me in a daze in class, and the teacher found out, and I was talking nonsense with the teacher. Are you working hard?" she said.

This is irrefutable, Li Qian thought about it, but still lowered his head.

Wang Jinglu rolled his eyes at him and said, "This time, you try to get 460 points in the exam and 490 points in the final exam, okay? As long as you get 490 points in the exam, you can stay in our class, then I...then I I won't go to the capital anymore, okay?"

Li Qian quickly waved his hand, "Don't tell me, you should go and fuck you. If you don't go, your sister will come back and stare at me and freeze me to death! Besides, I will definitely get 500 points in the exam, don't worry!"

Wang Jinglu seemed a little lost when she heard the words, she turned her head to look at the street scene in the distance, and stopped talking.

Li Qian turned to look at her.

Qi'er's student hair is black and fluffy, and his face is calm, very obedient.

The side face is slightly thinner, but it is not revealing, it is still plump, and it looks good.

The earlobes are round, thin, and pretty.

The neck was long, fair, and handsome.

The clavicle is slightly exposed, which is very beautiful.

White and blue floral suspender nightdress... very pretty.

Li Qian sniffed, and hurriedly looked away at the moment before she turned her head.

"By the way, did your sister tell you that when you go to the film school, what do you take?"

Wang Jinglu was silent for a moment, and then said casually in a low voice: "A lot, but my sister said that I will pass the test easily in appearance and shape. If I show my talents, my piano will definitely be fine. Only improvisation, my sister Said that I was too shy, and when I met the examiner, I would be even more nervous, so I need to make preparations in advance and go to the capital to find some teachers for small classes..."

Li Qian leaned back and glanced at her with a look of disdain, "Please, what is shape and body? You will pass the test easily. Do you think that being beautiful is a privilege? Tell you, for a For actors, whether they are beautiful or not is not that important at all! Because movies are an art that can shape beauty..."

"Besides, it is said that when the art exam is coming, there are hundreds of thousands of beautiful girls of the right age gathered in the entire capital city and Shuntian Prefecture. Those guys are all crushed by groups, just you little flower , your sister looks good, but she's inconspicuous among those beauties..."

Listening to Li Qian belittling herself there, for some reason, Wang Jinglu felt that the feeling of loss in her heart just now disappeared inexplicably, and she couldn't help but smiled slightly.

A little shy, a little blissful... very nice.