I'm just trying to ride the wave of popularity!

Chapter 43 The King of Funerals
evening.

sunset.

People come and go on the overpass in a constant stream.

Shen Hu lowered his head and silently looked at the empty guitar case.

He was still somewhat unwilling to give up. He lowered his head and repeatedly touched the guitar case, not even letting go of the scraps of the case.

When he finally realized that he really didn't have a single penny, Shen Hu finally felt utterly hopeless.

Today was a terrible day...

On ordinary days, when there are no sentimental old songs, I can occasionally receive tips of ten or twenty yuan.

But today, when I sang in the rain, I was incredibly emotional, and my inspiration flowed like a torrent. I composed three songs in a row and sang them with all my might, but I didn't get a single penny in donations...

Damn it, do I really have no talent?
Shen Hu looked blankly at the bustling traffic in the distance, and the street singers also singing on the overpass...

For a moment, he began to doubt himself.

However, a sentence suddenly popped into his mind.

Wandering is always lonely. Before becoming famous, masters are often overlooked and ignored. The darkness before dawn is always cold, but believe that as long as you persevere, more and more people will gather around you, more and more people will recognize you, and the long-awaited sunshine will appear.

These words gave Shen Hu a bit more strength in his confused heart.

He touched his stomach.

I'm a little hungry.

He had some money in his pocket, and the film's share of the profits would allow him to eat well for a long time.

But he finally suppressed his urge to eat and continued to sing with all his might.

Hunger is a form of energy!
He wanted to remember the feeling of hunger and find more creative inspiration from it!
but……

As he sang...

Shen Hu suddenly felt that the overpass was shaking violently...

and many more!

earthquake?
Just as he was feeling lost, everything suddenly went black, the world spun around him, and instead of feeling any energy from the hunger, he fainted from starvation.

..............................

Eight o'clock in the evening.

When Zhou Yang and his group rushed into the hospital, they saw that Shen Hu had already woken up and was staring blankly at the ceiling like a fool.

The street musician next to him was startled when he saw Shen Hu suddenly faint while singing and immediately dialed 120.

Fortunately, Shen Hu was not seriously injured. He had just fainted due to low blood sugar because he hadn't eaten all day while trying to find creative inspiration.

Shen Long looked at Shen Hu's gaunt face...

Speechless!

This younger brother has been a fanatical idol of a musician ever since he read a biography of that musician.

The musician said that hunger is a force.

He deliberately went hungry.

The musician said in the book that pain is the source of creation.

He would stay up all night, going alone to the overpass to sing random, nonsensical songs...

even……

Shen Long suspected that if that musician said eating shit gave him inspiration, this idiot might just run to the toilet and hysterically eat a pound of shit...

……

"Mr. Zhou, I've got an idea!"

"I know……"

"Mr. Zhou, I've really had an inspiration..."

While receiving an IV drip, Shen Hu stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment, then seemed to remember something and stared excitedly at Zhou Yang.

“I know you’ve always been a talented person…” Zhou Yang nodded, his expression serious: “If you weren’t talented, I wouldn’t have used your theme song in my first movie!”

"Shall I sing a song?"

"You sing!"

"Okay, I composed three songs today. One is called 'Jiu'er', another is called 'Stage', and the third is a melody that suddenly came to me in my sleep. Although I didn't write any lyrics, the tune has been echoing in my head. Do I have paper and pen? Me, quick, quick, quick, I've got inspiration, it's here, it's here, quick, I can't hold on any longer, I'm about to break down!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I have paper and pen here..."

"it is good!"

With his hair disheveled and looking like a king of beggars, Shen Hu was so excited that his whole body trembled. Under everyone's gaze, he immediately pulled out the IV drip.

Ignoring the bleeding from the veins in his arm, he took the paper and pen from Zhou Yang without saying a word and began to write furiously.

When Shen Long saw Shen Hu's crazy scene, his expression changed drastically. He was about to stop his idiotic younger brother when Zhou Yang blocked him.

He looked at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang's expression remained serious, but his gaze was fixed on Shen Hu.

"Mr. Zhou, my brother might have lost his mind. We can't let him continue like this... I suspect he's going crazy!" Shen Long said anxiously.

"He's talented!"

"But he, he... how could he possibly be talented? He was just fooled by that book! Damn it, if I ever see that musician, I'll slap him! What a menace!"

"Shh!"

Zhou Yang watched Shen Hu frantically writing various musical notes on the paper, and finally shook his head at the flustered Shen Long.

Shen Long opened his mouth, but seeing Zhou Yang's even more serious, even somewhat warning, gaze, he ultimately swallowed back what he was about to say.

Time passed little by little.

The bleeding from Shen Hu's veins gradually stopped.

bedside.

Shen Hu wrote faster and faster, more and more excitedly, sometimes bursting into laughter, sometimes looking utterly sorrowful, like a drug addict hallucinating. Shen Long, seeing his brother's abnormal behavior, felt a pang of sadness, then looked at the chaotic notes on his brother's paper, and finally despaired.

What kind of rubbish is this?!

This younger brother seems to have really gone mad!
About half an hour later.

Shen Hu finished writing the manuscript and looked at Zhou Yang excitedly.

"Mr. Zhou, I've finished writing it. Please take a look!"

“Oh, let me see… this note…”

Zhou Yang nodded, took the paper and pen, and looked at the musical notes carefully. He found that the notes were crooked and completely incomprehensible.

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, I found those traditional musical notes too complicated, so I created my own simpler tadpole-like notes... I'll sing them for you, it goes like this... Where's the guitar?"

"..."

Zhou Yang handed the guitar to Shen Hu.

Shen Hu took the guitar, took a deep breath, and his heart-wrenching voice startled Shen Long.

I grass!

What the hell is this!

This is practically a funeral procession!
He hasn't said anything yet...

The nurse next door rushed in with emergency equipment...

When the nurse saw Shen Hu playing the guitar, she was completely stunned!

Then his expression changed!
"you……"

"Don't make that weird noise next time!"

"Don't do this in the middle of the night, it will disturb the neighbors' rest!"

"..."

Shen Long realized what was happening and quickly apologized to the nurse.

After Shen Hu finished singing, he saw the nurses and the patients from the next room who were coming over to watch the commotion, and immediately lowered his head.

……

After everyone gradually left...

The room was empty.

Shen Long stared at Shen Hu with a livid face.

"That's enough!"

"Stop singing!"

"I never want to sing again in my life!"

“Shen Hu, I used to be afraid of hurting you, but now… if I don’t tell the truth, I’m finished!”

"If you keep singing like this, you'll go crazy!"

"And another thing, you fucking have absolutely no talent. You, stop singing! I'll say it again, stop singing!"

"..."

"I...I...Am I..." After seeing Shen Long's almost collapsing expression, Shen Hu was first confused, then his face gradually turned pale, and then he stared blankly at the ceiling.

"I……"

"I……"

He tried to say something, but stammered and couldn't utter a single word.

You are talented!

Shen Long was about to say something more...

Unexpectedly, a very serious voice suddenly drowned out his voice.

Shen Long stared at Zhou Yang.

Shen Hu also subconsciously looked at Zhou Yang.

But Zhou Yang's eyes were unusually serious as he silently tidied up the manuscript on the bed.

"Get some rest tonight, I'll help you record the song tomorrow! Director Shen, let's go out now..."

……

"Should I call a mental hospital for my brother? I feel his mental state is getting more and more abnormal."

After leaving the hospital, Shen Long looked at Zhou Yang, took a deep breath, and looked worried.

Zhou Yang glanced at the moon in the sky.

After a moment of silence, he revealed an unprecedented seriousness.

“He’s a genius!”

"???"

"Mr. Zhou, are you serious?" Shen Long looked at Zhou Yang in shock: "He, Mr. Zhou, you actually..."

"He'll soon make a name for himself with his work!"

"???"

I'm crazy.

Or has President Zhou gone mad?

Or has everyone gone mad?
Shen Hu?

A person who carries a guitar and begs for food but can't even get enough...

Yes!
genius?

(End of this chapter)