When he woke up the next day, Quan Hao rubbed his swelling head and found that it was already nine o'clock in the morning. The four of them drank yesterday and left until eleven o'clock. Of course, Brother Shan needed the most care. Everyone called a taxi for him, and watched the car turn around and disappeared before they left. Quan Hao was still sighing that his plan could not keep up with the changes when he got on his half-new electric car. The original night tour was completely ruined. At this time, he ran to the lake to play harmonica, which was not romantic but mentally ill. Maybe he would attract the police.

But if you are with your friends, you can't complain. What's more, Brother Shan's situation. He had to ride an electric bike and go home.

Maybe it was because of the day and night. The feeling that I couldn't find in a week was suddenly understood. In the dream, Quan Hao was the greatest musician in the world. The song injected into his soul was flawless. From the first note to the end, it was completed in one go. In a trance, he returned to Liuguang City, and people thanked him. Describing his re-creation of "The Elegy of Liuguang" has completely surpassed the original version and is the best memorial to them.

Then, he woke up.

Many people have had this experience. They know that they are dreaming, but when they wake up, they can't even tell the details of the dream.

The same is true for Quan Hao. When he realized it was a dream, he immediately tried to extract those vague memories. The beautiful melody in the dream seemed to be right in his ears, but he couldn't grasp it. It was useless to scratch his hair in a hurry. He grabbed the harmonica in vain to find the feeling of the blessing of the heart, but he only gained the stagnation that always accompanied him. The state of how to do it seems to be just an illusion in the dream.

Yu Chaoxin is a student at the Provincial Conservatory of Music and majors in violin. In the eyes of ordinary people, he who deals with Western musical instruments all day long is naturally a high-ranking group of people. But his family knows his own affairs. If people who work in music in China are classified into a big circle, people like him are only the lowest level of this circle.

He is in a bad mood recently. He is about to graduate, but his work has not yet been settled. Students who have good grades or have related grades in the class either go to graduate school or join orchestra. It was the time of his youth. However, he interviewed several companies in the music industry but did not reply. He didn't even attend the party, for fear of being asked about his work.

There is no way, who told him that his grades are always in the middle and lower reaches in the class. The teacher even said that his performance lacks spirituality and does not like his development prospects in this industry. For a person who picked up the violin at the age of five and always thought that he would make a living in this life, this is like a thunderbolt.

As my parents said, is he going home to be a music teacher? Yu Chaoxin was unwilling to accept it. His parents were music teachers in middle schools, and they led him on this path. Perhaps he could find a stable job in his hometown, open a music class to recruit a few students, and live like this for the rest of his life. But this was just a journey that his parents had walked again. He still wanted to stay in a big city. Last time his father called him to ask what he meant, he stammered and didn't let go.
Chapter completed!