star king gene

() "Ziqian, you are an adult now, why are you still so stubborn! Look at how the people who worked with you are now, some have become managers, some have become vice presidents, and finally If it doesn't work, the salary has been raised, so why can't you flatter your boss more and say something nice?" Father Ye's expression was full of hatred.

Ye Ziqian shook his head and said, "Dad, those who live on their mouths will not be proud for long. True gold is not afraid of fire. Those who have accidents in the future will be such people."

"You...you, you're mad at me!" Father Ye stomped his feet resentfully.

Ye Ziqian said: "Okay, Dad, you can write more and rest for a while, I'll go down and buy a pack of cigarettes."

Went downstairs to buy cigarettes, Ye Ziqian didn't go back right away, but wandered on the street, in fact, Ye Ziqian didn't want to get promoted and raise his salary, but if Ye Ziqian wronged his dignity and was forced to say something unconscionable , Ye Ziqian can't do it no matter what, but who can understand himself?

Ye Ziqian stubbed out his cigarette and was about to go home when a burst of singing came into his ears.

"If I compromise with myself,

if you lie to yourself,

Even if someone forgives,

I can't forgive either..."

Ye Ziqian's footsteps stopped slowly, and following the music, Ye Ziqian came to an audio-visual specialty store.

"Boss, what is the name of the song playing now, and who sang it?"

"Oh, this is a newcomer's album. The song is called 'Stubborn'. The singer seems to be called Zhimo. It's probably his stage name."

"Zhimo?" Ye Ziqian thought for a while but didn't have any impression, maybe it's because he doesn't like listening to music, but Ye Ziqian still took out the money and said: "Boss, give me this album."

The cover of the album is very simple, the background is all white, and the middle of the picture is just a black figure standing with hands behind their backs, but although it is only a figure, Ye Ziqian seems to see an unyielding spirit in it for some reason meaning.

That figure seemed to be like a green pine tree on the rock wall, standing proudly without bending under the frost and snow.Below the figure is written four black cursive characters "the first me".

"Interesting album." Ye Ziqian couldn't help feeling a little fond of Zhimo, the singer of the album.

……

Zhao Wenfeng is a taxi driver. He has been in the industry for eight years and is now 35 years old. Sometimes when he parks on the side of the road, he will take out a small notebook, which is densely filled with poems that occasionally appear to him.

Yes, Zhao Wenfeng's dream since he was a child was to be a poet, and it was his greatest wish to be able to publish his own collection of poems. I felt a kind of numbness eroding my soul.

Zhao Wenfeng took out a ri notebook while waiting for the bus, opened it and looked at the ri date on it with a wry smile: "The last poem I wrote was already a month ago, and I haven't written a single word in this month."

He used to write such a page every day.

"Master, go to the airport, can you go?" A passenger knocked on the window and asked.

"Come on, where are you going?" Zhao Wenfeng quickly put down his notebook and greeted warmly.

After getting on the bus, the passenger asked, "Master, can't the radio be played?"

Zhao Wenfeng said apologetically: "Yeah, it just broke down a few days ago and I don't have time to fix it, but yesterday a car friend gave me a CD, why don't you play it for a while?"

"Okay, otherwise this would be too boring." The passenger readily agreed.

"Life is like a river

Sometimes quiet, sometimes crazy

reality is like a shackle

Tie me up and I can't break free"

……

The singing is flowing, floating in the small space of the taxi, like the song sang, like a big river, flowing slowly and refreshingly, calm at first, sometimes rapid, sometimes narrow, and gradually widen.

like life.

Zhao Wenfeng suddenly remembered his childhood dream—poet, a name that would excite him every time he thought of it when he was young, but now he has gradually put it on the shelf.

As the singing gradually became louder, Zhao Wenfeng only felt that he was walking in a vast and endless wilderness, surrounded by a mighty river, wrapped in mud and sand, rushing down, and an eagle fluttering above his head, fighting against the blue sky.

It's time to pick up his long-lost dream, Zhao Wenfeng suddenly felt, he turned to the passenger and said, "It's a good song, isn't it?"

……

Holding the pathology report in his hand, Zhang Li was a little dizzy. Although he knew that his health was not good, he never felt that it was serious, that's how people are.

But seeing the professional medical terms on the medical records today, Zhang Li still couldn't help but feel a little scared.In the end, he could only accept the fact that he was now a seriously ill patient.

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Li calmed down slowly, and his mood gradually improved under the care of his family and friends.

Sometimes chatting with other patients, Zhang Li thinks it's not bad, as if life has opened a window that he has never experienced before.

One morning for dinner, Zhang Li took an iron can and accidentally cut his wrist when he opened the tab. Zhang Li asked the nurse for some gauze to wrap it up and then he didn't care, but he didn't expect the nurse to The chief himself ran over to ask about his health.

Zhang Li was very surprised by this, especially when he could clearly feel the unnaturalness of the head nurse, as if she was looking for something to talk to herself, until finally she asked unintentionally: "Why is your wrist broken?" gone?"

Zhang Li waved his hand and said with a smile, "I'm greedy, I was cut by the can."

The expression on the head nurse's face slowly relaxed after hearing this, and she said a few more innocuous words before leaving.

Zhang Li asked the patient next to him strangely: "When did the head nurse care about us so much?"

The patient next to him sneered and said, "Why do you care about us? It's because you're worried about your suicide! She doesn't think about how optimistic you are. If you commit suicide, we'll all have to jump off the building."

suicide?Zhang Li was stunned.

The medical terms in the previous medical records resurfaced in Zhang Li's mind: portal hypertension, hypoalbuminemia, endocrine disorders, and lymphatic drainage disorders.

People's thinking is so strange, there are many things that you are clearly experiencing, but you don't care about it, until one day an unintentional hint from someone else suddenly discovers your real situation.

A word from the patient next to him brought Zhang Li back to reality. Yes, now that he is a critically ill patient, he remembered the lifeless ashes on the faces of the first few patients next to him when they were discharged from the hospital. Any color desired.

Zhang Li thought a lot that day, and finally he chose to leave the hospital. When he was discharged, his complexion was similar to that of the first few patients.

Encountering a red light on the road, Zhang Li rolled down the car window and looked at the passers-by in a hurry. He only felt that everything seemed so far away from him.

Just then, a burst of singing came.

"How many times have you fallen on the road

How many times have I broken my wings

Now I don't feel hesitant anymore

I want to go beyond this ordinary life

……

I want to live in full bloom

like flying in the vast sky

It's like walking through a boundless wilderness"

Zhang Li was stunned suddenly, and then said to his son beside him, "What's the name of this song? I want to hear it."

Until three years later, when Zhang Li gradually recovered from his illness, he still didn't know if he hadn't heard this song that day, would he still have the hope of being cured.

……

At a time and place unknown to Lin Zhimo, many people have quietly changed because of his album. All of this is slowly brewing, until it reaches the final critical point and explodes!