People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Looking at the solemn posture of the dreamer, Lin Sen began to think about the future of this dream.

Then, Hans Zimmer's Wilderness Chase suddenly sounded in my mind.

For a moment, the starry sky, the Milky Way, and the symbols of mathematics and physics floated through the deep darkness, circling, rising, and then plummeting in the brainstorming.

I am like a mayfly in the universe, a grain of sand in the vast ocean. I lament the brevity of my life and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River.

Finally, the beautiful swirling chaos randomly arranged and combined in the void, dispersed, and then gathered again, finally shaping a great, magnificent and eternal Chinese character:

[send]

It was really sent.

because--

"The competition in the music industry today is incredibly fierce. It's hard to describe the elimination and sifting process as a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge. Even a genius can remain unknown for years, let alone an average amateur with little talent. For the average person, music and being a singer are career paths with no chance of survival."

This is exactly Lin Sen’s point of view.

But one thing I never expected was that these words would be spoken word for word by the girl sitting opposite me.

"!"

Look over in surprise.

At this moment, Qingshan Xiazhi held his face in his hands and stared at the ground.

Lin Sen did not see any discouragement or loss in her dazed eyes.

It's indeed a bit gloomy.

But there is also a kind of focus hidden.

Like a lumberjack holding an axe and breathing out white mist in the light snow, with his back to the burnt-out fireplace in the cabin and his shivering wife and children, he looks up at the forest rooted in the distant snow-capped hills, his eyes revealing the dangers lurking within.

The look of a down-and-out young knight in a straw raincoat and straw hat, protecting a refugee child he doesn't know but who is clinging to the corner of his clothes, and pointing a chipped, rusty sword at a hungry wolf lying on the ground with its fangs bared.

Even if there is no chance of survival, I will still go.

So Lin Sen was stunned.

He stared at the girl and suddenly chuckled.

Let the spreading smile cover the serious expression on the face.

"But I still love this thing so much. Every time I hear those moving tunes, I always feel an indescribable surprise and joy in my heart, and I can resonate with the singer in an unimaginable way. I am so happy when I am just listening to the music. When I actually try to perform the music for others to listen to, there must be a kind of happiness that cannot be expressed in words."

"So, I want to give it a try. Even if I get shattered to pieces, I won't regret it."

Then she smiled and looked back.

"Isn't it a bit childish to think so?"

"Indeed. Just like a child who hasn't grown up."

The calm and composed answer caused the girl's straightened body to tilt again.

He immediately poked me with a finger angrily.

"Can't you use this as an encouragement to me, Kobayashi? How heartless!"

“Because it’s true.”

Lin Sen's serious expression seemed to scare the girl opposite him.

The question thrown at her right after that was even more unexpected to Miss Qingshan.

"So, since you've been working part-time to save money to buy music tapes and living paycheck to paycheck, Qingshan, you don't have any savings?"

The girl froze and looked away again, looking embarrassed.

"Yes."

"So, wandering around and working like crazy has caused your income to be unstable, Qingshan?"

The girl lowered her head.

"Uh, yes."

"So, Aoyama, you live alone in Tokyo, your house filled with tapes and music equipment, living a miserable life with your head full of empty dreams, without even considering your future?"

"Stop scolding, stop scolding."

The girl's head was almost on the ground, almost in a posture of sitting down.

Muttering:

"I didn't think so much when I came to Tokyo... If things don't work out in the future, the worst that can happen is I'll just go back to my hometown in the countryside and farm."

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It seemed that she really realized that her actions and plans were too un-adult. In the days that followed, Ms. Aoyama was too embarrassed to continue sharing her childish dream.

Instead, he stuffed some of the snacks he brought with him and happily started chatting about other family matters.

Until they parted, Lin Sen remained taciturn.

No judgment is made on the girl's thoughts and actions.

However, after watching the girl Fenghuo leave, he put his hands in his pockets and stood there without moving.

Recall the whole process from contact to acquaintance.

The figure who had once fallen asleep curled up at the door of the restaurant on the top floor of the shopping mall due to exhaustion.

That grimace of someone tapping their calf and complaining about the hardship of working.

Every time he mentioned something that was on his mind, his face was filled with longing and yearning.

Also, no matter what, there will always be a positive smile on my face.

He sighed, then slowly turned around and started moving.

The moonlight shone on the tall figure of the young man, and the white light from the street lamp lengthened the shadow.

The mosquitoes that came back to life in spring buzzed around the ruined light bulb, stupidly, clumsily, unconsciously, but never stopping.

"Am I being too hypocritical, bro?"

"This kind of attitude of rushing into something you consider a dream without regard for the consequences always makes me see the shadow of a fool."

For the sake of his dream, that fool went against his family's wishes for the first time, cut off financial ties, and moved alone to a small house of more than ten square meters.

That fool used to go out to do odd jobs during the day, and sit in front of the desk with the computer fan buzzing at night, training all night long.

That fool always stood at the entrance of the club base where he had failed his tryout, clenched his fists, and then turned and left.

That fool had been so close to the highest honor, but he could only sit in front of the screen, stunned and at a loss as he watched the fireworks rising for the championship.

Then, take a deep breath, complete the review, and start a new game right there.

That fool—

It's him.

Chapter 66: Don’t use money to measure dreams and distance

So, there is a problem.

"Are dreams really something that people are willing to risk their lives for?"

"The good answer is, I don't know."

"good."

"My assessment is that you seem a little crazy today, Arty Youth."

Ms. Flamingo half-lay in the chair, put down the coffee cup, and cast a look at me as if I were a psychopath.

"Why are you so melancholic today, Mr. Goki? Or have the dismal sales shaken your literary dreams?"

"That has nothing to do with it."

During that period of time, first-week sales figures were tallied up by the cooperating bookstores.

Of the 10,000 copies printed, less than one twentieth were sold.

Hundreds of books.

Although according to industry experience, speaking from a high emotional intelligence perspective, slow-burning books do exist.

But there was a contrast during the same period.

Another editor at the publishing house sold a third of the first print run of a similar work in the first week. The printing house has been contacted and they are working on reprinting the book as quickly as possible.

In comparison, it's much more bleak here.

"It was a failure as expected."

"Isn't this the result we both expected from the beginning?"

"Yes."

Lin Sen kept writing as he answered.

"But people always have expectations, believing that miracles or low-probability events may happen to them."

"Dreamer, have you written too many novels and no longer believe in experience and laws?"

"I believe it, but only half of it. So, when the iron fist of reality hits my head, I still cover my mouth and cry out in pain."

"Are you going to cry about this?"

After a few harmless sarcastic remarks, Sasagawa Rimei's cold gaze fell on the face that was so calm that no expression could be seen changing.

When he couldn't come up with any idea, he would hesitate and flash a few times.

Then, the woman with a world-weary face hugged her chest and looked away.

Clear the throat and soften the voice to a certain extent.

"Actually, there's no need to be too pessimistic. Your current grades aren't particularly bad."

She clenched her fist and then unclenched it.

"First-week sales don't mean anything. Sometimes it's just a lack of exposure. Wait for it to ferment a bit, and maybe things will get better. So, don't be too sad. Just be optimistic."

The woman finally couldn't hold it in any longer after pausing halfway through her speech.

I'm getting goosebumps all over my body.

He quickly gritted his teeth, shook his legs, and said something harsh:

"Could it be that Mr. Weakling can't even withstand this little blow?"

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I clearly feel awkward and unaccustomed to it.

But a certain flamingo, who was always sharp-tongued, still tried to force out a few words of comfort.

Looking at that expression, trying to create such a gentle expression and sentence must have tortured this woman.

The weird contrast is interesting.

So much so that Lin Sen almost laughed out loud.

So, this sharp-tongued editor Sasakawa.

Perhaps he misunderstood his casual sigh as a blow to his literary dream caused by his dismal grades.

Want to offer some comfort.

But he was not very good at saying soothing words, and ended up becoming this half-baked tsundere.

Lin Sen smiled when he saw it.

He saw through it but didn't say anything, and coughed twice to act cunning.

"I understand. But I'm worried about whether this sales volume will affect the release of subsequent books. If Sasakawa is under pressure, it's okay to wait for a while—"

"No need to wait."

What I got was a decisive speech.

Ms. Flamingo said nothing more, but stood up and hurried towards the office with the words "Editor-in-Chief" on the sign at the door.