The colourful pillars of light are constantly shaking in front of you.

The deafening music made the skull hurt.

Yan Lu struggled to open his eyes, not knowing where he was for a while.

The brain seems to be still in a state of downtime, not functioning at all.

Also non-functioning, there are all the nerves on his limbs and bones, so much so that he wants to move, even if he just twists his neck to see what the surrounding environment is.

'If you can't do it, you can't do it!'

Rarely, Yan Lu had such a violent thought of self-abandonment, because he was so tired that he stayed up late and worked overtime. It seemed that he hadn't been home for more than a month. The time to sleep is estimated to be enough. One hand is enough.

The physical strength is severely overdrawn, and the spirit is also severely overdrawn, so be strict with yourself or something, let it go for the time being.

Thinking so, Yan Lu closed his eyelids again, and went to sleep again in a daze.

But I didn't want to, and before I could find the way to Zhou Gong's house, I was awakened by someone shaking his shoulder.

“Strict law! Strict law! Wake up!”

What woke him up was the voice of a man who was not very nice. It sounded a bit strange, but it felt quite familiar.

It feels very weird, like an acquaintance, but it doesn't seem to be an employee of his own.

No matter how weird it was, Yan Lu had to wake up. The work was not over yet, and the old man was waiting for him.

“Hmm. Woke up!” Rubbing his face and shaking his head again, the light returned to Yan Lu's eyes again.

He raised his head, looked at the person who woke him up, and just said “Work…” With the two words, he was stunned.

Because he absolutely didn't know the person standing in front of him.

Yan Lu didn't say anything else, his eyes would never go wrong, not to mention that the person in front of him shouldn't be wearing what his company's employees should be wearing.

Leather clothes show waist, leather pants show buttocks, leather boots show toes, plus a head of pink hair, and heavy makeup that is so heavy that it will drop in the blink of an eye.

At first glance, at first glance, it is impossible to tell whether it is a male or a female.

'That's not right! I really couldn't stand it anymore. I went back to the office and closed my eyes. I didn't leave the company!'

Yan Lu felt that his skull was broken because his memory could not be connected.

He was confused on this side, and the pink hair person, he saw on the other side was even more confused.

He looked at Yan Lu for a while, then tentatively shook his shoulder again, “Yan Lu, are you okay? It's your turn to go later, can you still sing like this?”

His voice was hoarse, he was a man, and Yan Lu didn't know what his heart was feeling at this time.

He is a small senior leader of a giant entertainment company in China, and he has also stepped into the entertainment industry with one foot, and he has come into contact with all the stars who are shining. At this time, the fashion concept is still somewhat different.

Just, I really can't accept the appearance of the master in front of me.

“Where are you going? What to sing?” Looking behind Fan Mao, shrouded in colourful lampposts, the dance floor where the demons are dancing, and the fully equipped stage behind the dance floor, somehow, there was a sudden panic in my heart.

Something started to grow from the disconnected memory interface, and pictures rushed through his eyes like marquees, filling his entire brain.

It belonged to another boy named Yan Lu, in another strange time and space, a simple, boring, and wonderful life.

Born in a third-tier city, his parents are ordinary workers. The family is diligent and does not have much pursuit. Because he was born with a good voice, he had the dream of becoming a singer.

Moreover, he got what he wanted with super high grades, beyond everyone's expectations, and was admitted to the Big Dipper Music Academy, the best independent academy of Music in China.

It's just that perhaps this time the college entrance examination exhausted all his aura and good luck, and after going to college, he began to become ordinary and unsuccessful.

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For four years of university, plus six years after graduation, he spent a full ten years in Huajing City, the heart of China.

But he still hadn't set foot on the smooth road to the star that he had longed for and dreamed of for a long time.

Even in this bar where he has been singing for four years, he has not accumulated his own popularity.

When he decided to give up and go back to his hometown, he came to the bar to sing the last show today. The boss didn't keep much, he only said two words, 'Very good'!

Yan Lu shook his head and sighed, not for the boy with the same name as himself, but just for the courage and bitterness of having to give up his dreams.

After sighing, he wondered, even if he had the same name and surname, why did his whole life get into his head?

Moreover, he also found the name of the pink-haired man in front of him in this memory, the same name, he has known the boy for less than three years, and he is the big brother who takes care of him quite a lot.

“No way! You are so stupid!” At the critical moment, Qi Ming spoke again. He pulled a chair and sat next to Yan Lu, and said with some solemnity: “Oh, we are floating, but that's not the case. It's the end! Brother Tong is right, you can give up early, it's good.”

“And you are only twenty-eight, you are not old. You have returned to your hometown, married a wife and had children to find a job, and you have settled down well. It's like me, I'm in my forties, and I can't get up or down.”

The person who was originally planning to comfort people, now felt melancholy. Qi Ming took a cigarette and handed another one to Yan Lu. Seeing that he didn't take it, he put it back in the box.

“All right! No matter how it is said, it is also a farewell song. We are all waiting for the last one. Let's get ready.”

After speaking, Qi Ming got up and left, squeezed through the crowd, and soon disappeared.

Leaving Yan Lu alone, he sat in place with a shocked expression on his face.

“No…me…he…Huh?”

Yan Lu leaned his back against the wall and gently knocked on the back of his head, trying to wake himself up, always feeling that everything in front of him was extremely absurd and untrustworthy.

But until the music on the dance floor rose to the highest point, everything around remained unchanged.

There is no office, no familiar subordinates, didn't have a mountain of official duties, let alone non-stop phone calls, not even the familiar taste of instant coffee that was disgusting.

“I'm… transmigrated!”

In his mind, the memory belonging to another “Yan Lu” was as clear as his own personal experience, and there was no sense of disobedience, and even the depression and unwillingness were very distinct.

It forced him to admit it, he had to face it.

He stood up and automatically found a familiar route in his mind. He walked through the crowd and came to the bathroom.

In the mirror, a young, clean, but lifeless face looked at him quietly.

That is, the twenty-eight-year-old Yan Lu, or should I say his future life.

After washing his face with cold water, and then again, he forced himself to calm down, and over and over in his mind, he lived two lives that belonged to the two 'Yan Lu'.

Absurd, but realistic, there is no escape.

“Is this the second choice life has given me?”

Yan Lu was not sure, as if he had recently started thinking about the problems of his life, so tired, so struggling, and even missed the person he loved the most, whether it was all worth it or not.

Outside the bathroom, the music on the dance floor gradually lowered, and that melody represented that the time for the twenty-eight-year-old “Yan Lu” had come.

“Your last song!”

Facing the boy in the mirror, he said so, and then smiled again, “It's also my first song!”

After laughing, he took a paper towel, carefully wiped the water stains on his face, sorted out his clothes, turned around and walked out.

The strict discipline at the age of forty, and the strict discipline at the age of twenty-eight.

He has already figured out what song to sing.