If you work in the bar street on Hengshan Road and stay for a long time, it is like watching a stage play of life and cannot feel the passage of time.

This is true for Wu Xuan. At around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when she was taking the waiters to prepare before the opening work at Jasmine Bar, she saw two young people who came to apply for the job yesterday afternoon walk in again.

Time gave her the illusion, as if the story happened more than an hour ago: she witnessed the two of them singing a song, but were rejected by her boss. One was silent and the other disappeared on Hengshan Road in tears, and now weeping again.

"Hello..." Wu Xuan stood there, wearing trousers and a white shirt, slim and beautiful, and greeted her. She didn't like singers who were chaotic.

The light in the bar has a dark feeling in the afternoon. Looking at the beautiful girl in the hazy, Song Yi had not yet spoken, Xu Shuangcheng said with a spirit and confidence: "Hello, I'll look for your manager."

"I am the manager of Jasmine Bar. Is there anything wrong?" Wu Xuan said.

A few sneering laughter sounded around.

“…”

Xu Shuangcheng choked the beautiful girl. He imitated Song Yi to give the opening remarks, but it turned out to be so embarrassing! Who would have thought that this young girl who looked like she was in her early twenties was actually the manager of a bar?

Song Yi patted Xu Shuangcheng's arm, walked forward a few steps, looked at the darkness, impressed him yesterday, and treated him as a passerby, and said sincerely: "

We were deeply touched after getting the advice from your boss yesterday. Today we brought a new song, hoping to try it and see if it can meet the standards for performing here.”

"The boss is not here today." Wu Xuan shook the water droplets on her hand and said, "Come with me. I agree, you can stay and sing on stage tonight."

Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng once again stepped onto the bar stage from behind.

Xu Shuangcheng carefully handed Wu Xuan the accompaniment they spent ten yuan this morning to find a shop to burn on the CD. The accompaniment was a simple version he made by figuring out with the music score written by Song Yi and using the arrangement software on his mobile phone.

Then, trotted and followed Song Yi's pace in two steps.

"Let's start!" After adapting a little, Song Yi made a gesture to Wu Xuan in the corner behind him. The prelude sounded.

Wu Xuan stood casually in the corner, looking at the two rookies with a young performance style on the stage, without any expectations in her heart.

She was just doing her job conscientiously: she tried her best to show every singer who recommended herself. This is the reputation and feelings of Jasmine Bar, and it is also a way to make money. But if the bar was busy, she wouldn't give them the chance to sing again.

At this time, the strange prelude melody and the opening lyrics attracted her attention. She was sure she had never heard of the song.

Hey, it turned out to be the original song!

Wu Xuan looked at the two boys in surprise.

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Facing the empty bar seats, there were only some waiters preparing to open the business, and no one watched him, but Song Yi was singing his own song!

"All the honors yesterday have become distant memories..."

When he was a little popular in the online article, he was also brilliant. He made 30,000 to 50,000 yuan a month and went to CBD to have coffee in the morning to see girls. He told his friends that the housing price of 30,000 yuan per square meter in the provincial capital Jiangcheng is really not expensive.

But these are all memories from five years ago!

"I can't follow the waves. For my beloved relatives, no matter how hard or difficult it is, I must be strong, just for those looking forward to the eyes..."

His online literature career has fallen to a low point, and he only earns a living expenses a month. Is this life hard? Is it difficult to sit on the computer for at least 12 hours a day, and endure loneliness all year round?

But how could he give up? How could he lie down and surrender? How could he forget his mother's worried look? How could he forget his father's expectations and encouragement?

"If the heart is there, the dream is there! There is true love between heaven and earth. Judging from success or failure, life is heroic. It's just starting over again!"

Xu Shuangcheng followed the climax and said harmony.

Song Yi sang loudly again: "If the heart is there, the dream is there! There is true love between heaven and earth. Judging from success or failure, life is heroic. It's just starting over again!"

In his twelve years of online literature career, he still achieved nothing and did not make any money until middle age. He has suffered pain, hated him, but he did not accept this! Books one by one are just starting over. The poorest and most difficult is that. As long as you continue to write, you will be able to make a breakthrough!

This was his humble dream in his previous life: he did not seek to become a god and be a ancestor, but just wanted to make some money and support his family.

This is the song in his heart!

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"Smacking"

Sparse applause sounded from the empty bar. More than a dozen waiters who were preparing for each other just now were looking at the boy on the stage.

A young man in his 25 or 26 years old was a wine salesman in a bar. He covered his face with his hands and walked towards the bathroom. Tears slid down between the gaps in his fingers.

Perhaps, he remembered his sad past.

A cleaning lady mopping the floor was rubbing her eyes while she was rubbing her eyes.

Wu Xuan stood in the dark corner behind the stage, pressed the switch, ended the accompaniment, and clapped gently, unable to hide her surprise and curiosity.

She wanted to admit that she was wrong.

She never expected to hear such a high-level song. Originally, she had no expectations.

The emotions expressed in the song are only twenty-one years old this year, and they are not very touched. But with her professionalism, it can be judged that this will be the golden song!

In the early days of selling records, records with sales of more than 500,000 were called Jin Records, those with sales of more than 1 million were called Platinum Records, and Diamond Records needed to sell sales of 10 million.

Today's physical records are no longer available, and most people pay to download and listen to music through music platforms.

Now in the industry, according to the standards given by the best-selling magazine in the industry, "Pop Music", a song with a download of 500,000 times is considered a golden song on one of the three major music platforms.

"Thank you!" Song Yi bowed to the applauding waiters to calm his emotions and breath.

Xu Shuangcheng looked at his partner and brother around him and gave him a thumbs up. He performed very well. He turned around and walked towards the beautiful manager in the corner with Song Yi. He wanted to know the answer to this "exam".

Wu Xuan stood in the corner and clapped, looked at the two boys walking over, and asked in a friendly manner: "Is this the song you wrote?"

Song Yi gasped slightly: "Yes."

Xu Shuangcheng already knew the answer in his heart, but he still asked expectantly: "Manager, how is this time?"

Wu Xuan smiled, her smile was clean and pure, and said, "You have passed..."

"Yeah!" Xu Shuangcheng screamed excitedly, then waved his fists a few times in the air. He was very excited and restrained.

Wu Xuan waited helplessly for the big boy in front of her to calm down and said to the handsome boy who had been calming down, "Your accompaniment belt is too simple. Go to our boss to re-record a copy in the studio outside the Magic City Conservatory of Music. After recording, come to me and I will arrange for you to sing on stage."

She could tell which of these two people was the decision-making one at a glance.

"Okay. Can you sing in the bar tonight?" Song Yi asked. He hopes to get income as soon as possible.

Wu Xuan said with a smile: "Yes. It depends on your recording progress! This is the address, you call this."

She handed over a business card.

"My name is Wu Xuan, and I am the manager of Jasmine Bar. Leave your phone number to me."

After making arrangements, Wu Xuan continued her work. Everything seemed to be back to the calm before opening.

But she, as well as the waiters at Jasmine Bar, knew that they were witnessing the birth of a golden song and the rise of a singer. Or many years later, someone would come to talk about these scenes again.

Now let’s see the performance effect of tonight or tomorrow night.

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Song Yi and Xu Shuangcheng walked out of the Jasmine Bar, took their mobile phones and started navigation, and walked to the recording studio one thousand meters away.

After coming out of the bar and walking on the sidewalks of the French sycamore planted on Hengshan Road, Xu Shuangcheng seemed to have untied the shackles and patted Song Yi on the shoulder excitedly: "Damn, Song Yi, you are awesome! awesome!"

Excited your inner emotions.

Just now, in front of the beautiful lady and in the bar, he was somewhat restrained. He would let himself go!

He cried yesterday, thinking that his music dream was shattered, and the Huaer Band died before he could succeed. As a result, Song Yi threw out a song and said he wanted to try again.

Of course he thought the songs written by his brother and the music he made were good. But he had not been tested and who knew if he could pass it? Moreover, in this song, he could only make a few words and could not help.

Now that he has passed, he still knows that the beautiful young lady is no longer a passerby. How can he be unhappy to take the first step in the Long March?

"Song Yi, are you not excited, unhappy, unhappy?"

Song Yi looked at the sky building one by one. The sun was shining at around 4 o'clock in the afternoon. He felt relaxed and cursed: "I'll go, Xu Shuangcheng, please read less Qiong Yao's novels. Don't learn any tunes to speak. It's very painful."

Xu Shuangcheng laughed and said, "Okay, let's put it another way. You are singing on stage and your emotions are so full that you feel like you are trembling now. Everything feels boring. Is it time for Saint time?"

Song Yi was speechless.

An eighteen-year-old boy! There are women and sages in the dream.

"Let's go!"

It wasn't that he was unhappy, but he was not as excited and excited as Xu Shuangcheng.

The song "Start from the beginning" from Tianqi is a golden song that is very popular in his world. I won’t talk about the background of the song, but during the process of singing, this song was given other inspirational connotations by the people.

For example, when he sings, he will be deeply touched.

Such a golden song passed the Jasmine Bar test and obtained the qualification to sing on the resident song. As long as he doesn’t sing blindly and goes out of tune, this is a matter of holding a thumbs up in his hand!

And this step is too small.

Yesterday afternoon, due to emotional fluctuations, Apocalypse came to this song "start from the beginning". If there was a second time, a third time, this was his golden finger! Then his future path would be very clear: a singer-songwriter.

The recording studio of Jasmine Bar owner is located on the street south of the Magic City Conservatory of Music. It is a small building with two-story road with a two-lane wide road outside the green belt, and then a vast lake with a vast area. The environment is elegant.
To be continued...