Natiwuzi spoke too much in his excitement. He only stopped when he felt that his throat was uncomfortable.
Fang Zhao played the guitar with Natiwuzi for a while before letting Natiwuzi rest first. He then went to the room arranged for him. In Natiwuzi's territory, there was no need to worry about entertainment reporters. The privacy here was pretty good, and Fang Zhao could have two days of peace and quiet.
After tidying up a bit, Fang Zhao came out of the shower. Natiwuzi had sent someone to deliver the badge to him.
The small box was divided into two layers. The upper layer contained the genuine badge and the lower layer contained the imitation.
After thanking Natiwuzi, Fang Zhao rejected Natiwuzi's suggestion to head downstairs for a drink and stayed in his room alone. He put on his gloves and took out the small round badge from the box.
Previously, it had been inconvenient. Now that there was no one else, Fang Zhao looked at the little stamp in his hand.
The events of the Period of Destruction took up too much of his memory. Too much time had passed, and the memories of the Old Era were already very faint.
Fang Zhao had once wondered if it was because he had been reborn into this body that he could no longer find many of his memories. However, as the days passed, Fang Zhao discovered that while his memory was improving, many of the memories that he had originally thought he had forgotten also gradually resurfaced. It was just that these all required an opportunity and some catalyst. This was the middle school's emblem.
Middle school …
That was a long, long time ago.
What was it like in middle school?
Fang Zhao closed his eyes and tried to search through his memories.
As if he had passed through a long time and infinite space, he finally found a piece of memory in the swirl of stars.
Some things became clear, and the countless fragments constructed another flesh and blood version of himself.
Bang!
He was awakened by the sudden noise.
In front of her was a desk with some paint peeling off. Her arm was resting on a marked monthly test paper. There was a parent's signature at the corner of the paper, which was rolled up by the wind and laid flat on the desk.
Fang Zhao watched all of this in a daze.
"It feels like I've had a long dream."
He raised his head.
The sunlight slanted onto the blackboard and the tables and chairs.
Some were whispering, some were laughing.
Outside the classroom, the figures leaning against the railing gathered together, chatting and enjoying the breeze.
Outside, the sky was clear and bright.
It seemed that everything was not too late.
…
In the quiet room, Fang Zhao opened his eyes and snapped out of his daze.
He raised his hand, and in it was a slightly deformed, worn, and discolored metal school badge.
He got up, walked to the window, and pushed it open. What greeted him was the somewhat chilly air and the clear-headed metropolis of the New Era.
The night passed.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
Fang Zhao gazed into the distance, his gaze unfocused.
Slowly, the world quieted down.
The hustle and bustle of the city were isolated from his ears.
Retracting his gaze, Fang Zhao sent a message to Zuo Yu and hung a "do not disturb" sign on the door of his room. He sat in front of his desk and took out his notebook and pen.
People were very good at forgetting. From the moment they woke up, the things in the dream would gradually fade away in a few minutes. Only by memorizing it would it take root in the brain and not be easily forgotten.
Zuo Yu, who had received Fang Zhao's message, was already used to Fang Zhao suddenly entering seclusion. As a bodyguard, he had to take responsibility!
Thus, Zuo Yu hurriedly munched on a piece of hardtack and stood guard in front of Fang Zhao's room door in high spirits.
After a while, someone came over. It was someone sent by Natiwuzi. He had invited Fang Zhao downstairs for breakfast, but he hadn't received a reply from Fang Zhao, so he had sent someone over to take a look.
Zuo Yu put on a stern and polite face and explained that Fang Zhao was currently composing. If there wasn't anything particularly important, it would be better to wait for Fang Zhao to come out himself.
For an artist, a lack of inspiration was tantamount to starting a feud. When the person heard this, he didn't say anything else. He brought over a plate of refreshments and left in a hurry.
Downstairs, Natiwuzi was sitting at a square table. Besides him, there were a few other people. He had just sent someone to invite Fang Zhao over for breakfast and to introduce him to a few friends in the music industry.
After a while, the person he had sent returned, but Fang Zhao was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Fang Zhao? Still not up? "one person asked.
"Many things have happened recently. I reckon he hasn't been sleeping well for the past few days," Natiwuzi replied.
The person who had gone upstairs hurriedly replied, "He's up, but the door is closed. His bodyguard says that Fang Zhao's inspiration has come and he is composing, so it isn't convenient to disturb him."
Natiwuzi was flabbergasted for a moment before waving his hands to indicate that he understood.
"Looks like he has some creative inspiration. Fang Zhao is quite a talented person, "the person at the table said with a smile.
"He really has the ability," Natiwuzi said.
"Hey, Naz, it's rare for Fang Zhao to come to your place. Have you ever thought of inviting Fang Zhao over to your shop to play a song? Didn't you say that Fang Zhao's guitar is pretty good? It just so happens that there's a program tonight. If he can come out today, we can all exchange some pointers, "another person said.
Nowadays, Space had a special program every Saturday night. Natiwuzi would find friends he knew or invite famous master musicians or orchestras to perform.
For this program, the guest performer would put on a mask and perform on a musical instrument. If the singer didn't make a sound, many people wouldn't be able to recognize him. Listeners could only guess who it was based on the style of the song and the performance technique.
Most of the people who came to Space to listen to the songs were old customers and had a certain understanding of the music industry. They all loved this game every Saturday night. Every time around this time, they would gather a few friends to drink and listen to the songs. The person who guessed wrongly would have to foot the bill.
Today happened to be Saturday, and the few people at the table were invited by Natiwuzi to perform tonight. It was a rock band that had some reputation in Yanzhou. The band leader and guitarist was a friend of Natiwuzi's for many years.
Originally, they had come at Natiwuzi's invitation to make a friendly trip, but the band members had never imagined that Fang Zhao would actually be here!
Fang Zhao was too famous. Not just in Yanzhou, but on a global scale! Not to mention, he had won a Supernova Award and was currently studying in a top-notch advanced course.
As people in the same industry, they were both envious and curious.
Too curious!
They were curious about Fang Zhao as a person and about Fang Zhao's abilities.
They had heard Fang Zhao's works. They were indeed impressive. Although his style was different from their band's, they could still distinguish between good and bad works. However, there were too many fakes in the industry, and Fang Zhao was too young. Unless they saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, even if someone of Mo Lang's caliber acknowledged Fang Zhao's abilities, they would still be skeptical.
It wasn't easy to come across this opportunity, but Fang Zhao had gone into seclusion. They didn't even get to see him!
Who knew how long his seclusion would last!
The band would have performances scheduled for a long time, and Fang Zhao would return to Huangzhou to continue his advanced studies. The chances of bumping into Fang Zhao again were slim. Thus, if they missed this opportunity, they didn't know when the next one would be.
"I wonder how much Fang Zhao has changed since his advanced studies. Has his style changed?" the band leader sitting beside Natiwuzi said.
"Maybe he's even stronger? The place he studies at is HuangArt's Twelve Tones! I tried a few times, but I didn't pass! "
"Now that you mention it, I want to see him in person even more!"
Natiwuzi listened to them but didn't utter a word.
Of course, Natiwuzi believed in Fang Zhao's abilities, but Fang Zhao's main focus was composing and not performing. His direction was different. Furthermore, Fang Zhao had encountered a lot of trouble recently. He was being watched by too many people. Whether he was willing to show his face and perform was up to Fang Zhao. If Fang Zhao wasn't willing, it was understandable.
After a moment of silence, Natiwuzi said slowly, "I'll ask him when he comes out."
If Fang Zhao came out of his room today, Natiwuzi would introduce his band friends to Fang Zhao and ask Fang Zhao if he was willing to play a set at Space. If he was willing to show his face, that would be even better. Fang Zhao's fans were among those who came to Space to drink and listen to his songs.
Given Fang Zhao's current reputation, he could bring quite a bit of popularity to the shop.
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