Chapter 21

The advantage of not having exams for the time being was he could be much more relaxed.

Huoren was used to sleeping at 12:00 and starting at 4:30 every day. Now he didn’t need to practice the boy group dance. He could also choose his favorite classes freely.

He still allocated time according to the previous timetable and went to the multimedia room while waiting for Saturday to come.

When he came in, several trainees were secretly smoking with the window open. When they saw him coming, they waved their hands and didn’t intend to hide it.

Huoren chose a better ventilated place and put on his headphones to search for documentaries and interview programs.

Many program entries jumped out one after another, and there should be all kinds of stars.

There were trainees in the front row quietly playing CS, and the mouse was clicked on the desktop very frequently.

Huoren looked at a few rows of the video list and his eyes stopped at a familiar name.

[Exclusive interview with Mei Heng]: From fish seller to top Heavenly King.

He stopped breathing for two seconds and clicked on the video.

The interview program was recorded two or three years ago. The picture quality was not very clear. It was stuck in the first few minutes.

“To the right, to the right, blow his head!”

“Hey, can you lie in ambush?”

Huoren turned up the voice and curled up against the wall to watch the interview.

He wanted to know what other seniors have done.

The video started with a brief introduction to the characters.

At the age of 15, Mei Heng was still selling fish on the street. After being favored by star scouts, he made mistakes due to an unexpected turn of events. The next year, he made his debut with an album and directly became popular all over China.

He had a handsome face when he was young, and now he is well maintained. He smiled calmly when talking about the past.

He became famous when he was young, and his four albums consolidated his position one after another, allowing him to hold a personal concert at a stadium at the age of 18 with a sold out.

Then all kinds of criticism and rumors appeared.

The media made rumors that he found creative inspiration only by taking drugs, and took as conclusive proof a needle hole on the back of his hand.

A female artist publicly said that he often harrased sexually and emotionally his seniors. He refused to apologize even if his reputation was lost.

A car accident, an erotic song and plagiarism. He has been an artist for more than 20 years. Standing on the cusp of fame, wealth and controversy, he still had a peaceful posture and a warm smile.

Huoren vaguely felt that the air conditioner made him feel a little cold, wrapped his coat tightly and continued reading.

He was very curious about these things and wanted to listen to the confession and analysis of the heavenly king in front of the camera.

Mei Heng was 34 years old when he recorded that program, but his skin was well maintained. He looked like a young man in his early twenties.

“When I first started, in fact, I didn’t think about doing art.” He smiled a little ashamed: “My parents had a small business at home. I missed them. I just wanted to make money quickly and share some.”

He sat next to the host and slowly told his story.

How he was appreciated unexpectedly, how he wrote songs and music all night.

Just when he had a car accident, his best friend fell seriously ill and died soon after.

His songs MV and award clips were interspersed, and the narrator told about the records he had broken and the awards he had won over the years. It seems that the report would never finish.

Mei Heng led the staff to visit his studio and showed them the manuscripts left more than ten years ago.

Piles and piles. They seemed like white mountains. Creative ideas were marked and the paper was slightly yellow.

Huoren was a little indifferent in the first ten minutes, and unconsciously began to empathize with him.

“In fact… Everyone is eager to be popular overnight. Some people are lucky at first, others are wealthy, and different people have different ways to live.”

Mei Heng’s voice was gentle, and was calm afterwards.

“Fame and qualifications are actually very subjective. Today, they can be popular all over the country, and maybe no one will pay attention to them tomorrow. Only work and strength are objective.”

The host smiled and said, “but now the upsurge of star chasing is sweeping, and more and more young people are eager to realize their dreams through performing.”

“Some may just blindly follow the trend, and some children are working hard, but they may not get the results they want.”

“Do you have anything to say to them?”

The man wondered for a moment and looked at the camera again.

Huoren unconsciously stepped back, as if he were looking directly at him.

Mei Heng recalled many ups and downs in his life in the first 40 minutes. At the moment, he looked nostalgic and relieved.

He paused for several seconds before he spoke. His voice was powerful.

“You should ignore the fatigue and pain and continue to move forward. You must face criticism and slander. You need to be the only light.”

Huoren was stunned for a long time. He didn’t turn off the web page until the cast table was played.

A few words seemed to be suddenly nailed into his brain, clearly engraved.

He sat in his place for a while, and suddenly he could feel the secret emotion that had always existed in his heart.

Desire, anxiety, loss, ambition.

Emotions intertwined, stirred and sank, making his throat and head dumb.

When he returned to the musical room again, Bo Jue was just picking out the music there and held several books in his hand.

He heard footsteps, looked at them and said curiously, “why did you come here early?”

Huoren pointed to the musical instrument hall not far away: “I’m curious and want to have a look.”

Bo Jue’s lips smiled, understanding him: “Want to learn something else at the same time?”

Huoren was afraid of his misunderstanding: “I will practice the piano, so I shouldn’t delay.”

“No, thank you for telling me about you.” Bo Jue pulled him in, and his waist long hair brushed Huoren’s wrist, which started itching.

The musical instrument hall did have everything, and he could get it to practice as long as he wrote an application form and handed it to the staff at the door.

“What if you try them all first?” Bo Jue said “You’re very suitable for learning musical instruments. I’m comfortable teaching you. Don’t worry about anything else at the moment.”

Huoren was very curious about this before. He wiped his hands with a wet paper towel and touched them.

In addition to guitar, bass and violin, there were also many folk and western musical instruments.

A flute, long flute, yueqin and zither were put together, an oboe, cello, drum and accordion were also available.

He tried to pull the guitar strings twice, looked at Bo Jue and said, “What else can you do?”

Waving his long hair, Bo Jue said proudly as a little swan: “Everything.”

“I don’t believe you.” Huoren said in surprise. “There are at least a dozen kinds of musical instruments here.”

Bo Jue held a guitar in front of him and began to tune it. As soon as his legs were crossed, he began to play classical jazz. A curtain of long hair fell like a waterfall, and his fingering played flamenco, which vividly imitated the rough style of Spain.

When he left the guitar, he picked up a violin at will, raised his hand and began to play <Flight of the Bumble Bee>. The dense notes were played with his hand, so he couldn’t make any mistakes going up and down.

Then there was the flute and alto fiddle. Then he played the pipa with his fingernails. <House of Flying Daggers> was brilliant and magnificent. The sound was scattered and it represented the male enthusiasm and violence and repeated all the fighting. Several trainees came to watch.

After a long play, the little swan stroked his long hair behind his ears and pretended to be cold and with a straight face: “It’s nothing.”

The circle of trainees started to applaud: “Awesome!! Even a pipa can be played so hard!”

Bo Jue sent them away in two or three sentences, turned around and helped Huoren hang the instrument back, with pride in his eyes.

“Actually, I haven’t practiced for two years. I just played along with it.”

Little Huo bowed his head respectfully: “You’re really strong. I’ve never seen anyone who can play so many musical instruments.”

“Hey,” Bo Jue said sadly, “Xie Lianyun knows more musical instruments than me. He can play shamisen.”

Huoren blinked and thought he had heard wrong.

“But I’m fundamentally different from him.” Bo Jue turned to draw a line, cleared his throat and said seriously, “I’m a performer. It’s common for me to go to the hall performance, and my singing and dancing is more open than his.”

“Xie Lianyun, he is mainly… A miscellaneous student. Especially miscellaneous.”

Huoren helped pave the steps wisely: “You were very handsome playing the guitar just now, and you seem to have changed several styles.”

“Of course.” Bo Jue smiled and turned to another topic: “I don’t necessarily have time to teach you these things, but you can follow a video.”

Huoren has just watched him show the whole audience. At the moment, he was also a little hot.

He walked around the hall twice and finally picked a novice guitar.

“This one?”

“Yes.” Bo Jue helped him get the form: “Start with the chord in C key and try to play and sing by next month.”

The staff took the ID card registration information, took out the guitar bag to help him pack it, and conveniently stuffed a tuning clip into it.

Bo Jue had to practice the piano. Several fans had been waiting at the door of the piano room for a long time. They wanted to ask him for advice. At this time, they all stretched their necks to see them.

Huoren said two or three short words of goodbye to him and went back to the dormitory with the guitar on his back.

As soon as he opened the door, Chi Ji greeted him with bright eyes: “Huohuo is back – is that a guitar?”

Xie Lianyun came up and followed him, opened the zipper and looked inside: “That’s worth three or four hundred yuan, why don’t you take a better one?”

Huoren said truthfully, “I haven’t practiced so I’m afraid I’ll break it.”

“With this one it will be really fast to start, but it will hurt to play.” Xie Lianyun touched the top with his index finger and rubbed Huoren’s head: “Look at you. Learning how to edit music, learn to play the piano and guitar… how many things have you put in your little head in these three or four months?”

Chi Ji pulled his clothes and said, “take it easy and don’t mix it all up.”

Huoren obediently let him rub his head, held the guitar and suddenly said: “Are these considered my advantages?”

Not only learn everything quickly, but to learn more things at the same time?

Xie Lianyun said with a smile: “Dude, did you just find out? You are an emotionless learning machine in SPF. Why don’t you go and find a second one?”