I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 5: Diligence can make up for the poor


There are some things in the world that can be done well with hard work and dedication at any cost.

There are some things, if you don't have talent, no matter how hard you work, no matter how much you invest, it won't help.

One of the typical representatives is artistic creation.

In the field of art, talent can be roughly divided into two categories.

One is the talent for learning and playing, and the other is the talent for creating.

People with creative talent basically have the talent to learn and play.

But more people only have the talent to learn and play, but not to create.

Studying and playing can make up for one's lack of ability, but writing is not good. Without talent, you can't even touch the door.

With systematic training and persistent study, almost everyone can become a qualified craftsman, but not an artist.

Many piano teachers teach piano all their lives, but they are unable to write a beautiful piano piece.

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent hard work.

The second half of this sentence is "Of course that inspiration is the most important."

The so-called inspiration refers to the creative talent.

Chen Feng has neither creative talent nor talent for learning and performance at all.

But fortunately, he can get the standard answer first, and then go back to the process.

He doesn't create, only transports.

So what Chen Feng has to do now is to make himself a qualified performer through hard work.

Chen Feng was also lucky.

That is based on his talent level. If he spends his spare time in the real world to ponder slowly, then it will take him at least five or six years to get started in playing, and it will take about two or three years for ordinary talent.

He's in a really awkward situation.

If he didn't have this dream that was like a dream but not a dream, when he learned to be able to re-enact the entire song, five or six years had passed, and he would have forgotten all about it.

And, if he studied music like this in the real world, he would starve to death on the streets.

It's not feasible at all.

But now, he has entered the "dream" again, an extra year out of thin air.

Although he wasted two months in the barracks, he still had ten months left.

And still no work, no social interaction, no distractions for ten months!

So, his ten months is equivalent to five or six years!

The stolen time is especially cherished. Chen Feng has set a strict schedule for himself.

The significance of getting up at seven every morning and reading books in the morning ~IndoMTL.com~ is to learn music theory and notation.

After lunch, I slept for half an hour, and in the afternoon I started to play the guitar. Even if it was intermittent and always stuck, I had to finish playing the guitar accompaniment over and over again.

The schedule at night is relatively free. He can watch some teaching videos of art tutorials, and then go to bed at twelve o'clock.

Although the history is covered up, these entertainment and artistic things are very detailed and have everything.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, more than nine months have passed.

Chen Feng's fingers gradually developed calluses.

He often sits on the balcony floor where he practices the piano, and his shoes wear off two mirror-smooth footprints.

The corners are piled high with dozens of strings he'd replaced himself.

His playing posture is still not dashing, and he even looks a little clumsy, but he can finally play the full accompaniment of the two songs smoothly and accurately on the guitar.

In addition to "Boring", the other is "It's Late at Night", all of Zhong Lei's early works.

"It's Late at Night" is a bit more mature than "Boring", and despite the song's title, it's pretty freehand, but this song is actually a very explosive rock style.

Chen Feng only remembered two songs.

In addition to the guitar, the accompaniment also includes a variety of instruments such as piano, bass, drum kit, guzheng, organ, violin, long and short tuba, etc.

Experienced players know how to find rhythms and nodes, and analyze and summarize rules to facilitate memory. It is not so difficult to memorize the next song.

Like some slobber songs, don't look at the whole song for a few minutes, but in fact, it is a constant combination of two or three chords over and over.

Eat the chords and put them together, and the framework of the whole song comes out.

But Chen Feng couldn't do it. He didn't study long enough, he was not proficient in other instruments, and he had poor musical sense. He could only memorize every note of each instrument.

It's like reciting pi with hundreds or thousands of decimal places for someone who is not sensitive to numbers.

Like a high school scum reciting the "Chen Expression".

The whole person is distorted.

In the small and dark basement space, Chen Feng lay quietly on the slightly musty leather sofa, closed his eyes, and chanted words in his mouth, like chanting scriptures.

He is reciting the complete arrangement of the two pieces "Boring" and "It's Late at Night" over and over again in his mind.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, making sure that every rhythm was firmly memorized, and he couldn't make a mistake. He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Chen Feng looked up at the clock hanging on the wall again.

The time is running out.

October 27, 3020 AD, 9:43 am.

If I remember correctly, in a few minutes that weird thing will appear in the sky.

This time he decided to hide in the basement and try not to see the light to see if he could survive.

During this year, he hardly asked anything about the world except for practicing hard music.

But more than half a year ago, he tentatively spread the news that the end of the world was coming through social networks.

But the rumors he released were quickly covered up, and at the same time, he also received a first-level warning from the World Government, telling him not to be alarmist, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

Since then, Chen Feng will no longer meddle in his own business.

He's just a little guy, and he's done his best to take care of himself, so why bother to be sympathetic to others?

He made only a little preparation for himself.

He used the accumulated welfare points to exchange for a long-vacant underground bomb shelter secret room~IndoMTL.com~ and prepared a lot of food and drinking water in the secret room.

He wanted to try again to see what would happen next if he didn't die, whether he could live a few more days in this dream.

If you have time, learn two more songs.

Click.

Chen Feng turned on the old-fashioned flexible-screen TV.

When the last dream ended, he was playing on an open-air tennis court with other low-income households, and he ascended to heaven on the spot.

This time you can see if there is any talk on TV.

After an extremely short flash, the TV screen appears, and the default TV station is the Chinese one.

At this time, a recorded interview program was playing on the TV.

A military expert is talking to a number of journalists and opinion leaders about why the large and seemingly redundant military system is still being maintained today.

"Yes, it is an eternal peaceful age. But the 6,000-year history of human beings tells us that war is the switch for the progress of civilization. In order to maintain the stability of social order, our army should be maintained at a sufficient level, This can both promote technological progress and prevent problems before they happen.”

The military experts talk so eloquently.

A well-respected folk scholar sneered dissatisfiedly: "This is ridiculous. We don't engage in military affairs, but we will still promote basic disciplines. Prevent problems before they happen? What is the problem? You are a waste of taxpayers. money, wasting the productivity of technological progress!”

As soon as the scholar's voice fell, the TV suddenly flashed, the signal was briefly interrupted, and the program was replaced.

Chen Feng turned his head to look at his watch. It was about four minutes before that time.

After a few seconds, the TV signal is restored.

Looking at the newly cut picture, Chen Feng's pupils suddenly tightened and his breathing stopped.


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