Re-select the life system

Chapter 65 1 Let me sing a song for the bosses to wish you peace!
The area of ​​the basement is about six or seven square meters, and a small wooden bed occupies most of the space.

There was a guitar hanging on the wall, and drafts were scattered all over the floor, and a dozen empty medicine bottles were thrown messily on the drafts.

Qin He opened his eyes, only to smell an indescribable smell, sour, smelly, and a fishy smell.

He sat up straight with difficulty, and suddenly, he felt a flow of information pouring into his mind, and he stood quietly for a long time before moving his body again.

Chen Zimo, 24 years old, 1.7 meters 48 in height, [-] kg in weight, occupation: singer!

To be precise, he is the kind of little singer who is not even a 32-year-old singer who has become popular before becoming famous.

In 1997, 19-year-old Chen Zimo and his first love, Ye Zi, came to Yanjing to pursue their music dreams together, but the reality was cruel. Before their music dreams could be quickly launched, Ye Zi died of illness.

From a young age, Chen Zimo felt that he was more talented than other children. When he was in junior high school, he could play the guitar. In high school, he started singing the songs he wrote. That’s when he met Ye Zi, who also loves music.

At that time, Chen Zimo was 21 years old and Ye Zimo was 20 years old. The two of them signed with a third-rate record company at the time. The company also released an album for them, but the sales volume was in the triple digits, and the company went bankrupt soon after.

After Ye Zi's death, Chen Zimo vowed to make some achievements and become a first-line singer. With the mentality of underappreciating his talents, Chen Zimo had a bad encounter in Yanjing.

But when he was at his most desperate, life not only failed to comfort him, but also brought him a cruel reality. Once again, he was dealt a severe blow. He was diagnosed with liver disease. The doctor told him that if he was treated normally, he would survive ten years. The chance of survival is about 50.00%.

In order to bet on his becoming famous within ten years and on the 50.00% survival rate, Chen Zimo moved into this small basement, wrote songs here during the day, went to bars at night, sold food at food stalls, and even roadside underground tunnels.

In order to survive on the one hand, and to dream on the other, he finally fell down.

He lost the bet. He survived for less than three years before he died of illness in this small basement, leaving only drafts and unrealistic dreams all over the floor.

This is an elementary task, the task lasts for one thousand days, to fulfill Chen Zimo's last wish and become a well-known singer in the country.

At this time, Qin He's mind is filled with the memories of Chen Zimo's 24 years. Qin He tried his best to compress these memories. In Chen Zimo's world, most of his life is gloomy, and the only sunny day is the two years with Ye Zi. , but that period of time was too short, so short that it dissipated before it had time to recollect.

His parents divorced when he was young, and he was assigned to his mother. Later, when his mother remarried, he returned to his father's house, and his father remarried again, so he was assigned to his grandparents. Later, his grandparents died, until he left that home alone.

It was a very old-fashioned tragic experience, and Qin He didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart. In the short 24 years of this young man's life, he didn't feel any glory.

Qin He sighed and stood up. He looked at himself. The child was as thin as a rib and weighed less than a hundred pounds. It was really sad. Looking at the empty medicine bottles on the ground, Qin He picked one up and threw it on the ground with a sigh. , looking at the drafts of lyrics and melodies written all over the floor.

Qin He picked up a few sheets casually, and read them carefully, but after reading a few sheets, he lost interest. Chen Zimo's memory told him that what he wrote was all shit.

Yes, Qin He felt that these were bullshit. Chen Zimo did write a lot of songs in order to become famous, but most of these styles were imitations. Chen Zimo's music was still immersed in the style of the 90s and [-]s.

For example, Cui Jian's rock style, coupled with the dark lyrics written by Chen Zimo himself, feels like chanting in a mourning hall.

This mission world is now September 28, [-], and it has just entered the new century two years ago.

What was the world like in 2002? Qin He remembered that he should still be studying in 2002. Unfortunately, Chen Zimo's memory told him that this was a parallel world!
Qin He took a deep breath and looked at the basement, feeling uncomfortable all over. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard someone shouting outside.

"Big singer, Heizi asked you to go to the south gate food stall at eight o'clock in the evening, saying there is an event!"

Qin He immediately realized that he was calling himself, and Chen Zimo's nickname here is Big Singer.

Qin He thought for a while, picked up the guitar, and walked outside.

"Hey, isn't this a big singer? Where are you going to perform today?"

"Brother Liu, where are you cooking? Sister-in-law isn't off work yet?"

As soon as Qin He walked out of his basement, he saw a young man carrying a bag of rice and vegetables coming towards him. The two joked with each other for a while.

The basement that Chen Zimo rented is like a cubicle. The small cubicle is like the place Qin He lives in. The larger one is about ten square meters. It used to be a private underground parking lot. The small one was used by the landlord himself. It was changed to a lattice room for rent.

People who can rent here have extremely complicated social relationships. Singers, painters, actors, insurance sellers, kebab sellers, any career you can think of can be found here.

Of course, they are all self-proclaimed. As for the real occupation, who knows?
For example, when Chen Zimo first came here, he always claimed that he had released three albums, sold six figures, held 32 concerts, etc. But later, someone saw Chen Zimo singing at the subway entrance, and nothing happened after that. The title of Big Singer has been with him for more than two years.

While Qin He was here, he also met a group of singers who also drifted to the north. They all lived not far away. Occasionally, whenever there was a shortage of singers or where there was work, he would ask his friends to let them know. They were all a group of like-minded friends, and they also enjoyed the hardships.

Of these so-called Beidiao singers, less than [-]% will actually become famous in the future. Most of them left Yanjing after a few years or changed jobs. On the contrary, many Beipiao actors are easy to become famous because they are beautiful women. Those who are willing to sacrifice are more likely to become famous.

Qin He hasn't thought about how to change this situation yet, so let's get acquainted with it first.

Walking out of the basement and breathing in the fresh air, Qin He felt the long-lost pleasure.

I touched my pocket, three yuan and two cents!

However, at the beginning of this mission world, he didn't have any pressure at all. He flipped through it, and a pack of cigarettes appeared in his hand. He lit the cigarette and took a puff. It was so cool!

In addition to the short time, this task is actually not difficult. I have so many songs from the next 20 years in my mind, and I can complete the task casually. Coupled with the deep memory skills, this task can indeed be easily completed. .

The only pity is that the oil, salt and rice vinegar that I carefully prepared was wasted.

Qin He looked at the rice oil noodles in the space of the bracelet, and felt a little pity. He didn't expect that the mission world was in 2002. If it was 1972 or 1962, these things would definitely be useful. Rice oil noodles in this era are cheap , a waste of space!

Even the soft white sand is several yuan cheaper, which is really a waste of money.

In this mission world, he still drew a prize. Unfortunately, the system skill he drew this time was of little use. This skill is called meditation. Its function is to make the host fall asleep in the shortest time, and it can also make the host sleep in the shortest time. Calm down yourself.

Qin He felt that it was useless, but it didn't matter if his skills were not overwhelming.

Qin He put the guitar on his back and walked towards the south gate food stall based on his memory.

One thousand days is not short, but it is less than three years. If you want to become a well-known singer in the country, you must make your songs popular all over the country. From a newcomer to a well-known singer, it takes two or three years. It's really difficult.

"It's already [-]:[-], why are you here now, Zimo, come on, I have a big job today, this stall is newly opened, this boss likes to listen to Sun Yue's songs, you are good at Sun Yue's songs, wait for you Go to toast and go to the show! After singing, I will talk to your boss and see if I can come here to sing for two hours at night!"

"Brother Heizi, thank you!"

"We are all brothers, why are you so grateful?"

The speaker was a short man in his early thirties, about 1.6 meters tall, with dark skin, nicknamed Heizi. He was from the same hometown as Chen Zimo. He had been hanging out in Yanjing in the early 90s, but he never did well. He was also considered the earliest veteran. Drifting north.

Knowing that Chen Zimo is sick and needs to take medicine for a long time, so I usually take care of him, and today I dragged a friend to ask him to come here to sing.

Qin He was also slightly moved by Chen Zimo's memory. He smiled and did not refuse, and walked into the food stall with his guitar on his back.

"Come on, Boss He, this is my brother Chen Zimo, a professional singer who has released an album. I heard that you opened today, so I came here to sing a song!"

"Boss, let me do it first as a respect, do it! I will sing a song for the bosses to wish you peace!"

(End of this chapter)