Parallel space-time—Blue Star No. 176943.

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Lingnan, China.

In the suburbs of Shanmei urban area, many old flavors remain in the underdeveloped urban areas, as well as the tradition of family worship.

The morning light was slight, and smoke from the cooking stove in Qingmos Village was rising. Many young people who went to Xinli Electronics Factory were already waiting for the bus at the village gate early in the morning.

Bus No. 12, with the unique lowness of the diesel engine, slowly stopped at the only bus stop in front of the village entrance. A few young people who went to work in the electronics factory quickly put coins on the bus.

The bus started again.

A Toyota Corolla stopped at the entrance of the village, and the passenger's window was pressed halfway. The woman wearing sunglasses gently lifted her sunglasses.

"Moss Village?"

"Sister Cai, it's here."

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In a small villa with a quaint and slightly elegant look.

The family of four is having breakfast.

On the dining table, a small plate of pickled olives, a small plate of olive vegetables, and a small plate of fried spinach.

The gentle middle-aged woman cut two salted duck eggs in half, then handed them half of the yolk containing the flowing oil to a 16 or 17-year-old boy.

"Mom is so partial!" The ponytail girl pouted and muttered.

"You're going to have acne after eating it, do you want it?" The middle-aged woman handed over another piece of salted duck egg with egg yolks.

The girl waved her hand: "For dad."

If it were the usual, the boy had to argue with his sister, but today he was unpredictable and buried his head in the white porridge.

The middle-aged man of the head of the family raised his glasses and glanced at his son: "What do you want to say?"

"I..." The boy stopped talking.

"Mingzhe, we are all family. Don't keep it in your heart if you have anything to do." The woman said gently, and glanced at her husband without leaving any trace.

The boy mustered up his courage: "There is an artist agency who wants to recruit me to be a trainee, I..."

"Are you planning to be a trainee?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Yes, I have my own dream, I don't want to be an engineer." The boy became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart.

The teenagers in the rebellious period are always very disgusted with their parents' fingers and life arrangements.

"..." The middle-aged man stared at the stubborn boy and remained silent for a long time. He picked up a pickled olive and ate a few bites of white porridge.

For a moment, the family of four fell silent on the dining table. The middle-aged man put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, got up and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

The boy also finished a bowl of porridge quickly and went back to his room to pack his luggage.

Toyota Corolla slowly stopped at the door of the villa.

The red brick wall is crawling with moss, and the Yunnan early cherry blossoms in half of the courtyard are red at this time.

The woman with sunglasses opened the car door and was about to knock on it.

The boy and his mother came out together. The boy was pulling his suitcase, while his mother was concerned about some family matters.

"Hello, I am Hu Cai, the agent of Shengmei Culture and Entertainment Company. This is my business card." Hu Cai smiled and handed over a business card.

Suddenly, a slightly rough hand took over the business card.

"Uh? Are you?" Hu Cai was stunned.

"I am Huang Mingzhe's father, come in and have a talk!"

"no problem."

Hu Cai and the middle-aged man went straight into the living room of the villa. Huang Mingzhe was about to follow him, but his mother was holding him back.

Two cups of tea on the mahogany table in the living room.

The middle-aged man looked at the laptop and then asked expressionlessly: "Where is the contract?"

Although he couldn't figure out the idea of ​​the middle-aged man in front of him, Hu Cai was still very professional and took out two standard contracts from his briefcase.

After taking over the contract, the middle-aged man looked through it carefully and raised his glasses from time to time.

"Mr. Huang, our company is very sincere. After all, Mingzhe has good appearance, voice and talent. He can..."

"I know exactly how much he has." The middle-aged man signed the guardian's column.

Hu Cai was surprised by the middle-aged man's attitude and actions. She originally thought that the other party would speak loudly, but she didn't expect that she was a little too calm.

Huang Mingzhe did not expect that his old-fashioned father would agree to be a trainee. He was completely confused and could not speak out.

He got into the car in a daze.

"If you regret it, come back! I'll leave everything in the old house."

What? Huang Mingzhe raised his head in confusion, but saw his father's back and his mother's worried eyes. His sister was wearing smaller fists.

Toyota Corolla is gradually moving away on the country road.

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The trend of the times is unstoppable.

On the bright and beautiful stage, some people were full of energy; in the snail houses of underground rental houses, some people were steamed buns and instant noodles.

Near the exit of Dongchang Metro Station.

The young man with a hood played the acoustic guitar with his rough hands, and his slightly vicissitudes of voice was murmured:

"Maybe I will cry if I lower my head, maybe June snow will fly into my heart...Who is alive in the world? It's not like a purgatory. If I don't cry, I can give up without dignity..."

From time to time, passers-by donate generously, and some look of contempt on their faces, and more often pass by indifferently.

Every day, there are rookies rushing in with dreams in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, and there are losers who are overwhelmed by reality and escape.

So what if you are unwilling to accept it, this is fate.

The young man in the hood sings with all his emotions, and his low cry seemed to be telling the tragic fate in a silence.

However, passers-by are already insensitive, and their passion has long been worn away by life, and their passion cannot withstand the firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Until the voice was a little hoarse, the young man in the hood looked at his watch and then folded his hands to the few audiences around him, saying thank you for your support.

He put the acoustic guitar in his wallet bag and did not count the audience's rewards.

I passed by a fast food restaurant and made a casual fast food. At this time, the sunset was already setting, but the afterglow of the sunset did not slow down the pace of the Magic City.

Suddenly he stopped beside a billboard, and it turned out to be an advertisement for a talent show called China Voice.

Then he shook his head with self-deprecating swaying, leaving no turning his head back.

Inside a small rental house.

The young man washed his face and looked at the appearance opposite the mirror. He was handsome, immature and mature, and had a hint of stubbornness.

In the low cheap plastic chair, he snatched the rice and braised meat bite by bit. The rice was a bit dry and hard, so he quickly picked up the cup.

After taking a sip of boiled water, he suddenly stopped, put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the photo frames on the bedside table, and wiped them silently.

The family of four in the photo frame, tears gently slid down, his lips slightly opened, but he didn't know what to say.

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Shenzhen-Shanshan Expressway Shanmei Section.

The low car engine looks particularly harsh.

As the man was driving, he was holding a wrinkled cigarette in his mouth and spitting out mist. Through his messy hair, he could vaguely see the old face with a ravine ravine.

There was darkness in front of him, and only one side of his Raptor 150 was left with the headlights.

The two sides of the expressway were so dark, like a deep abyss. A strong wind poured into the car windows, and snowflakes gradually drifted down the dim sky.

"Cough cough..." The man grabbed the steering wheel tightly while coughing.

The speed of the car was only more than 30 kilometers per hour, and the road was very bumpy, and debris appeared in the middle of the road from time to time, but the man's left eye was unwavering, and his eyes seemed to have light.

In the wind and snow, the pickup slowly stopped.

He looked ahead, and above the toll station at the expressway exit, there were only the only three remaining characters "Changsha...".

Rusty iron railings lie across the middle of the road, and a thin layer of snow covers the toll stations and roads.

The car door opened, and the man pulled out a fire axe from the co-pilot and walked forward in a sloppy step. Looking at the empty highway exit in front of him, he was not surprised, only a little lonely.

It was difficult to clear a lane.

"Cough cough...huh..." He covered his mouth, as if he wanted to cough out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs. The scarf on his neck was so red, like a piece of fresh pork liver.

He leaned tiredly against the wall of the toll station house, gasping heavily.

No, I can't fall down...
Chapter completed!