Pei Ningle stood in front of the gate of the Western Railway Station of the Imperial Capital, and among the crowds coming and going, he looked like a small piece of isolated reef without help.

This girl who has loved music since she was a child finally had a complete breakup with her family after failing the college entrance examination. She didn't want to spend four ordinary years at a certain pheasant university or college. She went straight to the imperial capital with the New Year's money she had saved over the years and became a young Beijing drifter.

However, in less than a month in the imperial capital, the girl quickly realized the coldness and cruelty of reality. She found that although she was confident in her singing voice and talent, others would not give her a chance to show herself. What kind of musical dreams are too luxurious to put on the bar singer. Inspiration cannot be brewed in the rented basement, which can only allow the girl to quickly see what reality is.

Moreover, there is really no sense of security for positions like bar resident singers. The rewards will change at any time and there is no guarantee. The working environment is a small bar in the middle of the night, and I have to deal with the malicious eyes of some men. What's worse, the bar manager always hinted that she "can dress cooler", which made Pei Ningle, who had entered society for the first time, feel like she was about to collapse.

Recently, the new semester is about to begin again. Looking at the energetic peers walking into major campuses, full of longing for the future, it is even more...

But luckily, sometimes pie can fall from the sky.

She posted a few original songs written online. Although she was not very popular, she happened to attract the attention of an independent music producer. After a few chats, the not-famous but professional producer sent an invitation, hoping that the girl could join his music studio in Rongdu.

The timing of the invitation was really great. A few hours later, my mother called and urged her to go home. If there were no pie that fell from the sky, Pei Ningle felt that she would definitely go back and get scolded...

But at this moment, standing among the crowd, she couldn't help but wonder whether her choice was right or wrong.

"Rongdu..." The girl stared at the train ticket in her hand and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. She had never been to this place, and except for special business cards such as hot pot and snacks, she had almost no idea about it.

Before he knew it, the departure time was getting closer and closer. Finally, Pei Ningle came to his senses and hurriedly ran into the train station with his suitcase.

Almost stuck in the last time she got on the bus, she rushed into the car and found her bed.

Because Brother Song from the studio promised to reimburse the travel expenses, Pei Ningle bought a sleeper ticket, and it was a luxury soft sleeper, almost using the last chips. In other words, if you make any mistakes when you arrive in Rong, such as losing contact with Brother Song or finding that there was actually a scam there, she couldn't even afford to live in a hotel. The dozens of dollars in her pocket were enough for her to buy some drinks and instant noodles on the train...

Sitting on her lower bunk, Pei Ningle simply placed her suitcase on the bed. The girl was petite and couldn't take up even if she lay flat. She stood up on the side and took up too much space on the bed, which was just enough for her.

Then Pei Ningle took out a pen and notebook from his backpack and started writing a simplified notation.

The first step in writing a song is always to compose. The premise of composing is to find a certain emotion and a certain feeling.

After looking around, looking at the suburbs outside the window, the girl wrote down the words "Lost".

She hummed softly.

Although Pei Ningle's science scores are quite poor, there will certainly be no problem with the physics knowledge points in junior high school. She understands that sound comes from the vibration of the air, and the level of the tone depends on the vibration frequency.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, every sound heard by the ear can be distinguished from the tone. However, the human ear is not a machine. It is a bit too difficult to directly distinguish the Dorimi Fazorasi and which octave it is.

But Pei Ningle can do it, which is the so-called absolute sound sense.

In the soft sleeper car of this train, there are four beds in each compartment. One of the rooms where Pei Ningle is located is empty, and the passengers on the other two beds have already been in place.

A middle-aged and elderly man in a gray-haired suit and a middle-aged woman in well-dressed clothes. Compared with these two, Pei Ningle, who was wearing simple sportswear, seemed a little out of place. But the girl did not pay attention to these. She was only obsessed with her creations, hummed softly from time to time, and took the most satisfying clips from countless unsatisfactory melodies.

Some strangers on the train could talk about the mountains, while others were always strangers who didn't say a word. The three people in this carriage were obviously the latter. However, the two middle-aged men occasionally looked at the girl and couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Before we knew it, the sun set to the west and became closer and closer to the horizon.

Pei Ningle's stomach protested, but she ignored it. The two passengers in the same compartment had lunch and dinner, but the girl only drank a few sips of mineral water and ate nothing else...

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Wang Heng has been a little uneasy recently.

After the freshman registered, he completed the admission procedures, paid the tuition and accommodation fees, and completed the campus card... He was already familiar with these procedures. Although he changed his school, the changes generally did not change much, so naturally he would not be as fresh as other students.

And what bothers him even more is another problem.

Time and space administrator, lost contact.

Before coming to Rongdu, Wang Heng could get a response from the time and space administrator as long as he spoke to the screen of any electronic product. He even deliberately tried it on the washing machine, and then saw a Chinese character that was logically impossible to appear on the small screen of his own washing machine - [Get out].

But since he arrived in Rongdu, the time and space administrator seemed to have disappeared. No matter what he said, he could not get any response. It would be useless to scold the guy for being a waste at the computer.

This made Wang Heng feel a little nervous.

Now that there is no reminder, if another stabbing girl is about to appear, but he can't even see any prompts, wouldn't that be awful?

"It's like forcing a heart disease patient to go to Silent Hill..."

Standing on the balcony of the dormitory and looking at the vitality in the campus below, Wang Heng sighed so much.

However, at this moment, he heard a slightly sharp voice:

"I'm sorry, you have to continue playing in this Silent Hill, and you only have one life and no archive."

Wang Heng was startled and looked at him, but he didn't see anyone, only a hamster squatting next to the sink staring at him!

Sure enough, the hamster was talking. In front of Wang Heng's eyes, it said again: "I haven't seen you for a while, and you seem to miss me very much..."

"Are you that administrator?" Wang Heng asked tentatively.

The hamster patted his little chest: "Put the key and remove the 'that'. In front of you, the only time and space administrator of this plane."

Wang Heng: “…”
Chapter completed!