It was late at night and the last trip to the last subway.

Ye Weiyang, a programmer who had just finished working for 16 hours and had been working for two days and night, put on his headphones and ignored everything, sat casually in a corner of the car, listening to the songs resounding in his headphones in a daze.

"I once dreamed of walking around the world with a sword..."

“Look at the prosperity of the world………………”

"The young heart is always a little frivolous..."

"Now you are your home in the world..."

"Oh..." Ye Weiyang sighed heavily when he heard this song.

Who doesn’t have a dream? When he was young, he wanted to form a band and take his band friends to travel all over the country, hold concerts everywhere, and sing freely.

But now 30 years old and working as a hard-working programmer in an IT factory, he probably won't be able to realize this dream in his life.

Instead of thinking about these unrealistic things, it is better to seriously consider buying a house or a car.

In this metropolis with craziness, how can a programmer without a house or a car stay safely in this city is the big problem before him.

Only after a day of tired work, when he put on his headphones and listened to the song and fell asleep, can he just look for the fantasy he had when he was young and frivolous in his dreams.

Listening to Xu Wei's distant and hoarse singing in the headphones, missing the green years of the past, the tired Ye Weiyang gradually became intoxicated...

“Dililililililidada·······"

"Walking on the road to move forward..."

“Dililililililililidenda………………”

“There are sadness and excitement………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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"Weiyang, stop sleeping! Wake up!"

In a daze, Ye Weiyang felt someone shaking his shoulders.

He opened his tired eyelids with difficulty, and a dazzling sunlight immediately shone into his eyes, making him unable to open his eyes, and raised his hand to block the sunlight.

"Um?!"

"Sunlight?"

Could it be that I slept until morning on the subway? But the subway is underground and I can’t see the sunshine?

Ye Weiyang shook his somewhat groggy mind, blinked his eyes a few times, and his confused vision gradually returned to clearness.

Looking around for a week, he was shocked.

Where is this?

The desk, blackboard, projector, and the buzzing summer cicada outside the window, and the creeping tiger stubbornly reached into the window. Several branches and leaves that were swaying in the wind all reminded him that this is not a subway station, but a teaching class!

Around him, a group of young guys and girls were chatting in groups of three or three.

"The second section of the afternoon is Professor Chen's music appreciation class. You can't skip the class. Professor Chen's name is a face-recognition!"

"Let's go to the cafeteria to have something to eat. The second cafeteria has made sweet and sour pork ribs today, and it's old fragrance. I smell it from such a distance."

"Hey, who has seen my piano score? It was just now on the table, why did it disappear in a blink of an eye?"

Ye Weiyang felt a severe pain in his head, and all kinds of pictures like slides were constantly pouring into his mind.

This feeling was not wonderful. He held his head, trembling all over.

"Weiyang? Weiyang? What's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?" An urgent shout rang out in my ears again, and a big hand grabbed his shoulder, and was about to pull him to stand up.

"I'm fine. Maybe I'm getting a little violent, and I've had a little low blood sugar." Ye Weiyang stopped the hand from pulling and said gasping.

The pain came and went quickly. In just a few seconds, the pain disappeared, but in his mind, a memory he had never experienced before.

The protagonist of this memory is also a man named Ye Weiyang.

No, to be precise, he is just a pure boy. He is only 19 years old this year and is a sophomore in the composition department of Tianhai Conservatory of Music.

The short life of this young man who also had the same name was compressed into a slide with a fast-forward 200 times, which was forced into his mind and was playing continuously.

However, he soon realized that he was stuffed into the body of the 19-year-old boy and occupied the nest.

This life belongs to this body, and he is the outsider.

The world he is in now is not the original earth, but a parallel world that is skewed by time and space before. It has some similarities, but more differences.

Just like the Tianhai Conservatory of Music where he is now, it is a university he has never heard of!

If you guess correctly, you should have come to this parallel space and time when you were sleeping soundly on the subway because of some unknown reason.

After sorting out his thoughts, Ye Weiyang smiled bitterly, "What's this happening?" He was still sleeping soundly in the subway last second, but why did he wake up the next second and become a 19-year-old boy.

"Weiyang, how are you doing? Are you getting better?" The hurried voice was still asking with concern.

Ye Weiyang looked up at the man standing aside and looked at him with concern. The memories of him in his mind instantly emerged.

Jingbo'an, the Academy of Popular Music, is one of the most outstanding drummers in the drum performance department, and is also Ye Weiyang's good friend.

As his name suggests, Jing Bo'an is like his nickname Jingba. He is an extroverted young man with a very good personality, strong performance, very lively and enthusiastic. He has always played very well with "Ye Weiyang" and is a good friend in college.

Ye Weiyang also recovered at this time, patted Jing Bo'an's shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe I didn't eat in the morning, so I have some low blood sugar, just sit for a while."

"It's fine. Pudding is looking for you everywhere. The Welcome Club is about to start in less than a week. We have to speed up the time to rehearse. All three or four thousand students in the Welcome Club will participate. You can't lose the chain at that time!"

Ye Weiyang recalled the memory a little and then figured out the situation.

It turns out that it is the time when the new semester is over and the new semester is started. According to the practice of Tianhai Conservatory of Music, a welcome party specially welcomes new students every year will be held when new students are accepted.

At the welcome party, except for freshmen, the other grades need to prepare 4-5 programs.

Tianhai Conservatory of Music itself is a college of music. Students are all engaged in music, so they are naturally very active in such things that can show their faces to all teachers and students in the school.

The original body is no exception. Through his usual good communication skills, he forced several of the best sophomore students in the school's Pop Conservatory of Music, including drums, keyboards, guitars, etc., and temporarily pieced together a band and successfully won the performance opportunity from the teacher in charge of the New Year's greetings!

And this welcome party will be the first performance of this band!

"Weiyang, let's go to the cafeteria to eat first, and then go to the rehearsal room to practice. The teacher only approved us for 2 hours of use, so you have to hurry up!" Jing Bo'an pulled Ye Weiyang up, who was still thinking, and walked out with great strides. He attached great importance to this performance!

Ye Weiyang staggered behind Jing Bo'an, and a smile appeared on his face.

Welcome to the New Year is such a faraway and unfamiliar word!

Looking at Jing Bo'an, who was full of excitement and expectation, he smiled even happier, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes.

No wonder some people say that youth is vigorous, and these four words "vigorous" sound like a gang committing crimes!

Since God has given him this opportunity, he has come to this world, become a teenager again, and has the possibility of pursuing dreams again.

If you don’t follow the passionate move, what’s the point of life?

Fuck the programmer, labor and capital are going to be a band!

In this summer when cicadas are chirping, Ye Weiyang has regained his lost youth and lost dreams!
Chapter completed!