Rebirth of the tea art man

In Beiyang County more than ten years ago, let alone light rail and high-speed rail, even the roads had only two lanes.

Fortunately, there are not many cars on the road, most of them are bicycles and battery cars, which are not too crowded visually.

There are 10,000+ cars per car. In this era of Beiyang County, most people cannot afford to spend.

"arrive!"

Lin Cheng stopped the eDonkey and looked up at the shopping mall in front of him.

Jintai City just opened!

Even after more than ten years, it will still be the largest comprehensive shopping mall in Beiyang County.

The first floor is the electrical appliance store, Nokia, Motorola, htc, Samsung...

There are a wide variety of best-selling mobile phones, all of which are "classic" traditional mobile phones.

Button, candy bar, slider, 200 million pixels, support mp3, store up to [-] songs...

Various styles, various functions.

All kinds of advertisements are hanging everywhere.

"I'm going to get an iphone3 directly!"

Putting down the rhetoric, Lin Cheng looked at the total assets in his hands - 16400 yuan.

Gritting his teeth cruelly, he bought a Nokia 6303c.

2.2 inches 1600 million color tft screen, 320 million pixel camera, led flash.

There's even an "extremely advanced" 3.5mm headphone jack.

One thousand two!

perfect!

Although it is not a high-end mobile phone.

However, it is enough to be able to surf the Internet and listen to music.

The boss was very angry and sent a pair of headphones.

Well, money is spent on the handle of the knife...

Bah bah, on the blade!

Instead of spending thousands of dollars to buy a noble kidney machine, it is better to wait for bitcoin to start trading next year and buy more bitcoins.

That's hundreds of thousands of times, millions of times of profits!

They are all capitalist leeks!

At that time, I will directly make my own mobile phone, turn it into an ecological one, and suffocate my dream!

"Young man, do you want to play some songs?"

"I have a computer here, and it will be downloaded in a few minutes."

"It's very cheap, I'll charge you fifty cents a song!"

The boss pointed to the desktop computer on the table, not forgetting to make another small fortune.

In this era, there are not many families with computers, and the extra functions of mobile phones are limited to listening to music.

Many mobile phone stores will have a service to help people download songs, [-] cents a song, [-] yuan a song, at least much cheaper than streaming downloads.

In the 2G era, that is - 10 minutes of surfing the Internet, five hours of part-time work!

"No, I..."

As soon as Lin Cheng opened his mouth, his eyes were attracted by the huge advertisement outside.

"The [-]st Jintai Cup Street Singer Competition!"

The meaning is quite simple. Jintai Group sponsored a small talent show, which was regarded as an event to celebrate the opening.

At the gate of Jintai City, a small stage was set up and a singing competition was held.

There were also three so-called "mentors" sitting on the stage.

The rules of the competition are also very simple.

As long as you spend 100 yuan in Jintai City, you can get a ticket.

Those who get three judges' placards at the same time will get a bonus of 5 yuan.

"Don't look at it, they are all related households. Do you really think they will give you fifty thousand for nothing?"

"How can there be such a healthy thing in this society?"

The boss gave him a blank look, and spoke a foreign dialect, sneering and sarcastic.

"Speaking of good things, I have something more exciting than games!"

Snapped!

The boss took out a piece of cardboard with a line of advertisement written on it——

"Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, high-quality blockbusters! Buy any mp4 in this store, download it well, and get a free gift!"

Oops!

It's a heartwarming feeling.

"It's okay, I'll just sing a few lines."

"As for the movie, forget it, I don't watch that."

Lin Cheng frowned, trying to squeeze out the expression of "I'm not that kind of person".

With a healthy body, he raised his feet a few steps and walked onto the stage.

A 17-year-old boy, submissive, most likely would not dare to express himself in such a public situation.

However, Lin Cheng was much more generous.

An old man in his early thirties, if he wants to save face, he should treat it as an open-air KTV.

"Okay, another contestant is on stage."

"Wow, the handsome young guy, his eyes are so innocent!"

"Excuse me, what is the song you want to sing?"

With a professional smirk, the hostess handed over the microphone.

"Misplaced time and space!"

Lin Cheng looked at the large billboard in the background, which read "Partner: Beiyang TV Station".

Off the stage, from front to back, left to right, and from several different angles, there are photographers broadcasting live.

I!

It's not for 5!

"Okay, the song that this handsome guy is going to sing is—Dislocation Time and Space!"

The hostess stepped aside.

At the same time, the staff in the background searched for the accompaniment on the computer.

A few minutes later, the accompaniment did not sound.

"Sorry, that... we can't find the accompaniment for this song."

"look……"

"Do you want to change the song?"

The hostess walked up to him quickly and reminded him in a low voice.

"It's okay, I wrote this song myself, I can just sing it a cappella."

Lin Cheng smiled with innocence on his face.

If you can find the accompaniment for the song in 2021, I will recognize you as your father on the spot!

"Songs written by myself?"

"Bravo!"

"Friends in the audience, I didn't expect a singer-songwriter to come and bring a song created by himself."

The hostess was full of enthusiasm towards the empty auditorium.

Although even the three judges on the stage were yawning.

In a small town and small place, how can there be any outstanding street amateurs?

If I didn't sing you a nervous breakdown, you're lucky!

"Hello, judges and teachers, my name is Lin Cheng, I am 17 years old, and I am a third-year student in Beiyang Middle School!"

Lin Cheng bowed slightly, humble and polite.

Whether this uncle can become famous or not depends on whether you bastards want to be human!

"Oh, so it's a high school student!"

Judge Xiao Guang, as his name suggests, is a middle-aged greasy man with a shiny head.

"Little brother, come on!"

The judge Yang Na, dressed in colorful red, is charming.

"Write your own songs, right?"

"It's kind of interesting."

"Hurry up and sing, you only have 3 minutes!"

The judge, Old Hei, was somewhat impatient as he twirled the ballpoint pen.

What good song can a high school student write?

Nice to have a rhyme!

Most of them are super girls and fast boys who have watched too much, dreaming of becoming famous overnight all day long.

"Ok!"

Lin Cheng turned around and picked up the microphone.

he,

it has started!

"It can't be filled, a movie with half a row of audiences."

"Until the end, the lights suddenly turned on at the scene."

"The subtitles are fixed in XX's production and distribution."

"I watched them off, they were in a hurry."

……

Simple lyrics, cool singing.

Lonely, empty, and rushing.

It seems that there is a kind of mist called "loneliness", which spreads from Lin Cheng's body and fills the world.

"Like a repeat student who doesn't know what to do."

"I can't finish it, the mission of being named on the gold list."

……

The singing continues.

"Repeaters, titles on the gold list."

"This is really a word written by a high school student!"

The judge, Xiao Guang, unconsciously became serious.

"Yeah, very young lyrics, very emotional!"

Judge Yang Na nodded approvingly.

"Life is not a rock-paper-scissors decision."

"So capricious!"

……

"Why do I feel heartache?"

The judge, Old Hei, raised his head slowly, his eyes moist.

"I blow the evening wind that you blow."

"Then we are hugging."

"But it's like waking up from a dream with empty hands."

"My heart is empty!"

……

Lin Cheng sang, and the judges listened.

Gradually, more and more audience gathered around the stage.

Someone pulled out their phone to take a picture!

Someone is meditating with their cheeks on their hands!

Some girls covered their faces and cried bitterly!

There are boys who are silent!

Everyone stood quietly, listening.

Their expressions were complicated, their eyes were blurred, and they seemed to be reminded of the past.

Even a few brats stood beside their parents, staring blankly, neither making noise nor making noise, just lost in thought.