Confessions of a Salesman

Chapter 280
I went upstairs to find Mr. Lin, who was talking to a little boy.The little boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was good-looking, with big eyes wandering around.

Elder Lin said, "Guizi, it's not that Uncle won't let you sing, but you have to learn some survival skills, right? You can't rely on singing for the rest of your life to support yourself, right? How many singers will eventually become big singers? "

Guizai didn't speak, just stood there, motionless.

Mr. Lin saw us coming, heyed, and walked out of Guizai's room with us, and Guizai immediately closed the door.

I asked Mr. Lin: "Is this your nephew?"

Mr. Lin nodded and said, "Yes, my younger brother's child grew up in the countryside. He didn't go to school until he was 10 years old. He was disobedient in school and didn't study hard. He just has a hobby. He likes to sing and dreams of being a star every day. Actually, singing It's nothing, I also agree, according to my current wealth, he doesn't have to do anything, it's enough for his life. But once I leave that day, who will take care of him, he is so big, he doesn't even have shoelaces Knowing how to sing, I have never taken a bus, and I dare not talk to people, I just know how to sing, I really have nothing to do with him."

I calmly said, "It's okay, Mr. Lin, you're still young, and you'll be sensible when you get older."

Mr. Lin sighed and said: "I'm 16 years old and still young. Do you think that the most basic thing is to know some common sense of life, know what is ginger and what is garlic, know that you should wear less in summer and wear more in winter, and know mine. The disease is incurable."

Speaking of this, I saw Mr. Lin's sad expression, and I was a little moved unconsciously. Sheng Nan persuaded: "Mr. Lin, we will just take care of him in the future. Besides, you must live a long life. You will educate him slowly in the future." Now, doesn't this kid have a skill? Singing is also a skill!"

I also persuaded: "Mr. Lin, don't always think about the bad things. As long as you have a good mentality, you will be fine if you live for decades. I'll talk to him later to see what he thinks. You don’t understand the world of young people, they are also very assertive and have their own ideas, and if you take a step back, one day, you will go west with a crane, and if we are with you, someone will take care of him.”

Elder Lin nodded and said, "I know this, but no one can take care of him for the rest of his life, he has to figure it out for himself!"

I went up again and knocked on Guizai's door.

Guizai didn't agree, I pushed the door open and went in, there was a burst of ghostly crying and wolf howling, I can't compliment the singing, I couldn't hear a single word, it seemed to be singing some modal particles, similar to my humming when I had a toothache .

I went up and wanted to communicate with the singer.

Seeing me coming in, Guizai put down the microphone in embarrassment, scratched his head, and looked at me in embarrassment.

I asked him gently: "What kind of singing are you doing? Soul singing?"

Guizai hesitated and asked, "What is soul singing? Why haven't I heard of it?"

I didn't know how to explain it to him, so I just babbled nonsense, so I coped: "Ah, it's a cry from the soul. Through singing, it expresses your soul's perception of life. When people enter an ethereal state, it's natural. To speak out, without any artifice, to resonate with others."

Guizai sat there blankly, thinking about what I said. After a while, he said in pain like constipation: "I knew that my singing style had a precedent and would be recognized. The cry from the depths of the soul will resonate with people, you can understand it, right?"

I froze for a moment and said: "Ah, yes, I can understand. Sometimes I want to cry out my soul, but the melody keeps circling in my head, but I just can't sing it. You can, you help me shout it out." !"

Gui Zai said excitedly: "I knew it, I knew it, they didn't recognize me, they said I was not mentally good, daydreaming, crying and howling all day, it was because they didn't understand the true meaning of music, they didn't Use your soul to listen and feel, my singing is full of catharsis for the injustice of this society, and discrimination against our underappreciated geniuses, I want to use my singing to awaken their ignorant souls!"

After I heard it, I got goosebumps all over my body. Isn’t this the fucking slogan of a cult?Isn't this a pyramid scheme?Isn't this expensive guy really crazy?

I hurriedly said: "Don't get excited, the society allows a hundred schools of thought to contend, and the truth is often in the hands of a few people. Your unique singing style will eventually be recognized by the public, but there must be a process. I suggest you take it step by step. Let the public recognize you first, and slowly promote your soul singing."

Guizai seemed to be awakened suddenly in a dream, opened his eyes wide and said: "You are right, my talent will not be easily discovered by others, I have to write some songs that are popular and rotten Come on, let the public know me first, and then I will promote my soul singing, then people will slowly accept me."

I nodded and said: "That's right, your task now is to apply for an art college and learn how ordinary people sing. This is not difficult for you at all. You can sing some popular songs with difficulty. You It will definitely become popular. When you become popular, if you promote your soul singing, then someone will accept you. At that time, you will use your talent to dig out the deepest things in people's souls, and achieve the praise of people and gods. point."

Guizai made a major decision and said to me: "You are right, I will apply for the art college immediately, and I will start to create my own album tomorrow, and you will be my manager by then."

I smiled and said, "Okay, okay, let's go to the Top Ten Golden Melody List, win the most popular male singer in China, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Macao, shoot one or two commercials at will, and then release a literary movie every year, and finally launch your Soul songs, go out of Asia and go out to the world, although they may not be able to keep pace with Michael Jackson, but they are definitely better than Pooh Houston!" After I finished speaking, I regretted my words, the tone of sarcasm was too heavy.

Unexpectedly, Guizai's face only showed a yearning expression, full of confidence, as if everything I said could be obtained at your fingertips.

I blame myself, I shouldn't laugh at a young man full of dreams like this, even if I don't encourage him, I shouldn't laugh at him like this.He worked hard for his dream, what's wrong with that?
Guizai happily walked downstairs with me, and said to Mr. Lin, "Uncle, I'm going to school!"

Elder Lin said happily, "Okay, okay, I'll find you a school tomorrow."

Guizai shook his head and said, "No, I'll look for it myself. I want to apply for the conservatory of music. Help me find the best conservatory of music in China. I'm going there!"

Mr. Lin looked at me and asked, "Which is the best music academy in China?"

I thought for a while and said, "It should be the Central Conservatory of Music, right? Or the China Conservatory of Music, it should be about the same? No, this is a university. Guizi, what level of education do you have now?"

Elder Lin sighed and said, "I haven't graduated from junior high school yet!"

Guizai said confidently: "I don't care, I will go to the best music academy!"

Elder Lin said helplessly, "Go! Go! Go! Go! Bring out one or two million tomorrow, and bribe their principal to let you go!"

Guizai said unconvinced: "I want to get in with my own strength!"

I shook my head, thinking that both of them are so unreliable, so I persuaded: "Guizai, you go to study first, go to high school, take the college entrance examination, I will find you a professional music teacher, after learning the basics Knowledge, learn professional knowledge, and three years later, you will go to the Central Conservatory of Music again!"

Guizai said dissatisfiedly: "There are still three years to wait? I want to take the exam now, can't I?"

After listening to Mr. Lin, he coughed angrily, and I yelled at Guizai angrily: "You take the exam, take the test! You don't even know the five-line notation completely, and you still take the exam at the Central Conservatory of Music. Give me an honest way to finish high school." , Dou Da doesn’t know many characters, so he just wants to become a singer, what is his dream?”

As soon as Guizai heard what I said, he immediately became angry, pointed at me and said, "What are you doing? I want you to take care of it!"

Mr. Lin went up and slapped Guizai, pointed at Guizai and said, "Remember me from now on. From now on, what he said is what I said. Do what you want. If you want to be admitted to a music school, you have to Listen to him, from now on, all your expenses and pocket money will be given to you by him, do you hear?"

Guizai was stunned by the beating and covered his face. He had never seen Mr. Lin get so angry, so he didn't dare to speak for a while.

I didn't give Guizai a good look and said: "Listen, I will contact the school for you tomorrow, prepare to go to school, study hard for me, don't you have a dream? I can help you realize it, but you have to work hard , If you don’t work hard yourself, no one can help you, go back to your room now, go to bed early, and don’t practice your soul singing.”

Watching Guizai go upstairs, Mr. Lin said to me: "Feizai, that's all I care about, and I'll leave it to you in the future. I don't feel relieved to leave it to others!"

I nodded and said, "Don't worry, with me, I will definitely train him to be a useful person!"

Then Shengnan helped Mr. Lin and took him to the yard. It could be seen that Mr. Lin was getting weaker and weaker. Shengnan couldn't help but persuaded: "Mr. Lin, why don't we go to the hospital for an examination, shall we?"

Mr. Lin waved his hand and said decisively: "No, I'm going, I'm either going to have surgery or chemotherapy, I don't think I'll be able to get off after I get up, I'm fine like this, don't cry all day long, Isn’t it dead yet? I’ve had enough in this life. God really treats me well. When I get old, I still find you two, just like my son and daughter-in-law. What is it? Is it sickness? Food and clothing? None of it, so it’s loneliness, loneliness? With you here, I’m so happy!”

Lin Lao's words, every sentence made me scratch my heart. At this moment, I realized that the person in front of me was an old man who used to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man. He was a dying elder. I always respected Lin Lao , but I never treated him as an elder, just like my friend, brother.

(End of this chapter)