Hong Kong Island for a century, I entertained the entire era

The furniture in the house is very basic.

The only thing worth it was the 12-inch black-and-white TV.

This is what my uncle bought from the second-hand market.

His uncle runs an electrical repair shop, and he basically relies on these large and small household appliances.

Zheng Yijian's version dominates the world on the TV, and the signal relies on a simple signal receiving antenna, and the screen is full of snowflakes.

The voice was also very hoarse, if it weren't for the uncle and cousin coming to the door, the mother would basically not open it, after all, the electricity bill is a lot of money.

For Yang Qianye, who has enjoyed ultra-high-definition LCD smart TV, this kind of TV should be used as a cultural relic, but this will make him watch it with relish while picking vegetables.

The wonderful fights and the special effects with a strong sense of the times are not inferior to the so-called blockbusters that are now claimed to have invested one billion in special effects.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Qianye spat at a mouthful, and he didn't know what kind of things the fairy sword martial arts drama in his previous life was!

Zheng Yijian in the millennium, with his Crazy Boy series, was called the "fifth king" by major media, and he was also the last superstar in Hong Kong.

However, Yang Qianye knows very well that Zheng Yijian's glorious era is still three or five years at most, and what makes him feel the most pressure at present is the imminent outbreak of Jay Jay, Ting Feng and others.

Even if he has the blessing of 20 years beyond this era, he still has no bottom in his heart, and it is difficult to get through it!

Expect to use the likes of "mouth tooting" to compete with the ceiling of the Chinese music scene?

Yang Qianye felt that it might be more appropriate to kneel down and sing conquest as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, I quickly combed all the albums of Jay Jay and Nicholas in my mind, found the time context, and smiled slightly at the corners of my mouth.

The only one who can defeat them is themselves!

Yang Qianye blushed a little, feeling that he was shameless.

"Hey, hey, hey

!" "It seems that they haven't released many albums in the millennium!

" "What the hell are you laughing at, you're panicking!" "

Mom slapped him on the back of the head, pulling him back from his fantasy.

"Ah, I just had some inspiration and was ready to write a song. "

Knock knock. There

was a knock at the door.

"Sister, it's me, open the door. Uncle's

voice, Yang Qianye hurriedly got up and unlocked the door.

"Ah Qian is at home, hurry up, take the things, the fresh meat I just bought.

"Cousin!"

jumped out from behind her uncle, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, dressed in a floral plaid skirt, her red face slightly sweating.

Although the weather temperature has dropped a lot, the tube building is still steaming.

"Ah, Xiaoya, hurry up and come in and sit. Yang Qianye hurriedly pulled over and made way out.

"Xiaoya hasn't been here for a long time. Mom's voice floated out of the kitchen.

"Yes, auntie, it's been almost a year. Xiao Ya smiled and looked at Yang Qianye carefully.

"Cousin, you're handsome again, you're about to catch up with my family.

"Dead girl, chasing stars and chasing crazy." Mom

smiled and slapped Xiaoya lightly.

After the family finished eating, they sat around and watched TV.

Yang Qianye returned early to the bedroom where he could just put down a bed and a desk.

Ready to comb a few songs, in his previous life, he was already proficient in music theory, and he also wrote a few crooked songs, although he wrote songs and composed garbage, but it's always good to learn from them, right?

The room is covered with all kinds of posters, the Four Heavenly Kings, Teresa Teng, and even K-pop stars such as HOT.

Yang Qianye sighed, HOT, the originator of the Korean Wave that swept the whole of Asia, is facing dissolution in only one year.

Around the turn of the millennium, the old and the new alternate, the best of times, the worst of times.

Driving away the messy thoughts in his mind, the room of a few square meters was really hot like a steamer, and he opened a sheet of music casually, and a black thing caught his attention.

"Huh?"

"This is !!"

Yang Qianye looked

at the desk in shock, the black USB flash drive! Isn't this the mobile USB flash drive that he used to store songs, scores, and other materials in his previous life?

It has 128G!

It includes the most classic songs at home and abroad in recent decades, and even novels, pictures, and classic movies.

In the millennium, computers in Hong Kong are no longer a new thing, and the prices in the mainland were prohibitive.

Suppressing the excitement of the wild jump, Yang Qianye hurriedly kept the USB flash drive, planning to buy a computer in the near future

! With the memories of his previous life for twenty years, coupled with the information in the USB flash drive, Yang Qianye felt that even a pig could take off!

Picking up the guitar on the bed, Yang Qianye, who was in a good mood, sorted out his thoughts and sang softly to the rhythm he was most familiar with.

"A lonely lamp stands in the window

...

The old land is more lonely if the full moon is revisited

, the candle flame that is awake in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me

, a pot of wandering wandering, the end of the world is difficult to enter the throat

, after you leave, the wine is warm, reminiscing, the thin

water flows eastward, how to steal

the flowers, and the flowers are ripe at one time, but I missed

who is playing a song with the pipa, the east wind breaks... The

noisy living room gradually quieted down, the uncle closed his eyes and listened carefully, the corners of his mother's eyes were moist, and as for his cousin Xiaoya, her eyes were shining.

"Wow, cousin, what kind of song is this, I haven't heard it!" Xiao Ya sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes puffed out and her chin in her hands, and listened to him sing.

"The east wind is broken, just written.

Yang Qianye's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he put down the guitar with a smile.

Just now, he has made a preliminary plan, at least to organize and archive all the more classic or distinctive songs after 2001, so that they can be accessed at any time.

"Xiaoya, come out quickly, don't affect your cousin's creation!" Uncle

was a little displeased, he was used to seeing too many Hong Kong stars, so he naturally resolutely supported Yang Qianye to take this path, no matter what, it was better than mixing clubs

!" "The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl is still drilling into the boys' room! and she is not ashamed!" "That's

it, come out and eat some fruit, let your cousin write songs, maybe you can really become a big star." Mom

held the plate of cut watermelon and poked her head out to greet him.

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Xiangjiang is the most prosperous international city, with a dense population and developed commercial tourism.

The Port of Heung Kong is a natural harbor, a trade and shipping center in the Far East, and one of the busiest and most efficient international container ports in the world.

The economy is developed but does not come at the cost of harming the environment, except that the living conditions in the slum areas are poorer.

The air was very fresh in the early morning, Yang Qianye got up early, and after a simple wash, he took the door out for a run, and helped his mother open a stall by the way.

"Uncle Wang...

"Aunt Lin is busy...

"Ouch, Uncle De, you can be a star with this punch and kick... "

Neighbors, everyone gets along very harmoniously, and they are mixed in bars and streets, not to mention social, but also the master who can open his face.

"Ah Qian, go running, young people should insist on exercising, don't be like Ajie's bastard, it's lazy to eat. After Uncle De finished a set of Hong punches, he was slightly panting.

Uncle De is the group of people who were smuggled from the mainland in the early years, originally from Gaoshan, Guangdong, it is said that he was born in a Lian family, and when he was young, he could still go around the set as a group performer.

As I get older, I now make a living by coaching some old men and old ladies in fitness.

The son died in the gang many years ago, and there is a grandson Liu Jie who does not grow up, and he is almost 20 years old who wanders the streets all day long, and is quite a notorious ruffian.

"Uncle De, look at what you said, no matter how much I exercise my small body, it can't compare to your old man's spirit. "

It's much quieter out of the noisy lanes, and there are no people on the streets, except for a few cleaners who are sweeping the roads, and occasionally you can meet some office workers who are exercising in the morning or rushing to work early.

While running and observing his surroundings, the vague fragments of memories in his mind gave him the impression of the sea, and he could go east along the Cheung Sha Bend and follow Nathan Road to Mong Kok.