For more than a day, Li Qian almost forgot to eat and sleep.
The audio-visual stores, bookstores, disc rental shops, and book rental shops at the entrance of the residential area became his base.
He flips through everything related to music, movies, TV dramas and books.
CDs, vinyl records, and tapes, whether domestic or foreign, he took them down from the shelves one by one to flip through, looking at the singers, song names, and record companies... then combining his own memories, trying to piece together a timeline of music development in this era.
He flipped through the movie posters, story introductions, cast lists, directors, and screenwriters, trying to recall as much information as possible about what he knew before, including release dates, box office numbers, reviews, etc., both domestically and internationally.
He also pays attention to TV dramas, and similarly looks at the story introduction, actor list, director, recalls the approximate broadcast time and evaluation...
The same is true for collections of writings and so on.
Of course, he knew that just a rough look could only make a rough guess. In the next period of time, he had to carefully read, listen and analyze one by one, only then could he more accurately grasp the pulse of this era.
Fortunately, Li Qian also had a great interest in these things before, music, movies, TV series... and so on. This was like building a lighthouse for Li Qian on the dark sea.
As a result, as he watched more and understood more, Li Qians smile also increased accordingly, and it became more and more, increasing endlessly.
To be fair, whether its music or movies and TV dramas, Li Qian is absolutely the kind of person who will obsess over something once he falls in love with it. Although he didnt achieve much success until his thirties, he had a broad enough range of knowledge and a wide enough path to follow, and was extremely familiar with the music, film, and television of that era.
So, after spending more than a day understanding the literary circle of this time and space, this era, the lamp in his heart began to shine brighter and brighter.
Well, its probably around 100 watts, and it has to be said that its an LED 100 watts of brightness.
To be specific, the literature, art, film, music, painting and so on of this era are largely similar to but slightly different from those in the time and space that Li Qian once experienced.
What is meant by "the same in the grand scheme of things" can be illustrated with literature and film. Perhaps the storylines, language, vocabulary, and cinematography are different, but the spiritual core is subtly aligned. The expression of music is roughly the same, with different songs and melodies, but the pursuit of spirit and direction of the soul are mutually resonant.
And these things, both East and West are the same, only Western literature roughly follows the development trajectory that Li Qian is familiar with, without too much confusion. Moreover, as they get closer to 1644, this turning point in Eastern history, their development trajectory becomes more and more consistent with what Li Qian knows. Even many famous artists and artworks perfectly match the original historical period in Li Qians mind. However, many things in China and the East have changed a lot.
As for the minor differences, its simple. To put it simply, at least the movies, TV dramas, songs... that Li Qian was familiar with in his previous life almost didnt overlap with this life!
Of course, the song titles dont overlap, but that doesnt mean the songs wont collide. The movie hasnt appeared, but that doesnt mean other movies dont have similar scenes. However... this is already enough!
As a seasoned amateur singer and a semi-professional third-rate actor, he knew what those notes, those images that only he possessed in his memory meant.
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One day later, Sunday night, half past eleven.
Li Qian lay in bed, his mind racing with thoughts, but his eyes shone brightly.
Li Qians mother, Geng Hui Zhen, came out to use the restroom and caught a glimpse of the light leaking from the gap under the door. She couldnt help but go over and knock on the door, "Xiao Qian, why are you still not asleep? You dont have school tomorrow!"
Li Qian hastily jumped out of bed like a carp, "Sleep, sleep, Ill be right back. Suddenly wanted to write something, will be done soon!"
"Writing something? Dont try to fool me with that nonsense your dad always says! How old are you, and youre already using inspiration as an excuse to stay up all night? If you really have the energy, the final exams are coming up soon, just dont fail in the top three again! Now, hurry up and go to sleep!"
Forget it, never mind whether the clothes were taken off or not, Li Qian first reached out and turned off the light.
He heard the sound of footsteps outside, and Li Qian thought that his mother, Geng Hui Zhen, should have returned to her room. After waiting for a while and finding that it was indeed quiet outside, he reopened the light and crawled under the bed to dig out a dusty guitar case.
He couldnt wait any longer, Li Qian excitedly opened the box...
Alright, two strings broke.
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It has to be said that some thinking patterns accumulated in the bones of a nation are really hard to change. For example, despite the passage of time and changes in the world, in 1995, Jinan Prefectures National Thirteenth High School still had elite classes and ordinary classes - in the second year of high school, classes one, three, and five were the elite classes.
Key class, students are top-notch students, and teachers are also excellent teachers. In school and out of school, the meaning of teachers and parents is only one: since you entered the key class, getting into Tsinghua University is your fighting goal! At least, at least, Shandong Provincial First University, you cant not get in, right? You know, youre from Jinan Prefectures No. 13 Middle School Key Class! We are among the top ten high schools in Shandong Province, and our predecessor was the Jinan Prefectural Academy of the Qing Dynasty, known as "Little Tsinghua University"!
Monday morning.
The fourth lesson of Class 5 in High School Year 2 is Chinese Literature.
Li Qians seat was in the third row from the back. At this time, the teacher was lecturing with emotion, and his classmates were listening attentively. However, Li Qian was somewhat bored, half-leaning on the desk, his gaze fixed on the back of a girl in the middle of the third row for a long time.
She is Wang Jinglu.
Li Qian was quite curious about the educational methods and level of this time and space, but after flipping through almost all the textbooks for the second semester of high school in one morning, his interest was quickly exhausted.
For example, the so-called Chinese class in this fourth lesson, the textbook is almost no different from the language and literature of the previous generation, only the length of the classical Chinese articles is longer and the proportion of the number of texts is also larger. What was learned this morning was still what Li Qian had learned before - Taishi Gongs famous article "Baoren Anshu", so unknowingly, he became a little distracted.
"Li Qian, stand up!"
Li Qian suddenly stood up, staring blankly at his Chinese teacher Qi Jie with a confused expression, as if he didnt know why the teacher had called him out of the blue.
This is a very beautiful girl, in her early twenties, wearing a well-tailored black suit dress that sets off her good figure. Her raven-black long hair was tied up in a ponytail, with the front section straight and shiny, only the ends had a hint of light purple perm, which made her look even more fashionable and exquisite. Even if she just stood there simply, it would give people a feeling of being dazzled.
Yes, thats right, she is still just a... girl!
She was born into an educational family, her parents were old teachers at the 13th school, and she herself entered the National First Womens Comprehensive College Education Department at the age of 17. After graduating, she returned to her alma mater to teach Chinese, but it just so happened that from high school, she followed Li Qian and Wang Jinglu and their class - since she came back, the title of No. 1 beauty in the 13th school has been hers, and no one has ever taken her place. However, whats unfortunate for the male teachers and classmates at the 13th school is that, according to rumors, she seems to have been engaged from a very young age, and its said that the wedding will take place next May, this news really doesnt make people feel happy.
Especially for Li Qian before, Teacher Qi was his number one dream lover in his heart.
Dont be silly, for a seventeen-year-old boy, girls of the same age, even if they look like fairies, such as Wang Jingluo, are absolutely no match for an amiable and gentle older sister next door.
Moreover, Teacher Qi is so beautiful, to use Li Qians words, she has a high value, at least 90 points or more. Especially her eyes, those bright and shiny pupils are always filled with water, but without any flirtatiousness, just clear and bright like a sweet spring, making people feel calm in their hearts when they look at them. Even if you have the most depraved thoughts, they will disappear instantly when you make eye contact with her.
Now, Teacher Qi called out Li Qian who was daydreaming in class. Those shining eyes stared at him and said: "Li Qian, can you look at girls after class is over?"
The whole room burst out laughing.
In a class where everyone has been together for almost two years, how many secrets can one still keep from others?
Li Qian and Wang Jinglus childhood sweetheart story had long been spread throughout the class, even the fact that Wang Jinglus older sister, the famous star Wang Jingshuang, had once beaten up Li Qian was no secret.
Just then, Teacher Qi had just called up Li Qian and hadnt even spoken yet when Wang Jinglu felt guilty and quickly lowered her head.
The classroom erupted in a burst of laughter, Wang Jinglu was stuck to the table, burying her head under her textbook, from her cheeks to her earlobe, and then from her earlobe to her neck, in the blink of an eye, she became as red as if she had drunk wine.
Li Qian didnt feel embarrassed at all. Let alone that his mental age was actually under forty, even if he were only seventeen, it wouldnt be scary at all.
Not to mention that Wang Jingluo and he didnt have any particularly close relationship, even if they did, the Marriage Law in this time and space clearly states: girls at 16 years old, boys at 18 years old, are of legal marriageable age. Moreover, its not uncommon for high school and university students to get married, and some schools will even approve a one-year leave of absence if you get pregnant during your studies, allowing you to return after giving birth.
As for puppy love... it seems like the word never existed in Li Qians memory! From the country to schools and teachers, it seemed like everyone encouraged boys and girls to cultivate feelings from a young age. Many families in this era were indeed formed by elementary school classmates, high school classmates or university classmates, and then they would be together for decades, a lifetime, with feelings that were incredibly good.
So he stood there with a particularly clear conscience, thinking of that thing from when he was in high school, and even felt a kind of happiness. He directly replied: "Teacher Qi, actually I wasnt looking at Wang Jinglu, I was looking at you!"
Rumble...
The laugh effect of this sentence is more than twice as strong as before, and many people have started to hold their stomachs on the table!
Teacher Qi heard this and was both angry and amused, staring at Li Qian with one eye, saying: "Dont want to pass the final exam, is that it?"
The classroom fell silent and none of the classmates laughed anymore.
Li Qian said: "Teacher Qi, how can you do this? Dont you know that obstructing freedom of love is against the law?"
Someone couldnt help but let out a stifled laugh.
Teacher Qi didnt bother saying anything more to Li Qian, and directly put the textbook on the lectern, the smile on his face slowly fading away, just quietly staring at him.
The two of them locked eyes for only a few seconds before Li Qian looked down, his face filled with shame. "Teacher Qi, I was wrong. Just now, I really was looking at Wang Jinglu."
Rumble...
