I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

One day later, Chen Feng arrived in Los Angeles first.

He has a feeling in the dark that in a certain timeline that he cannot reach, he is actually unlikely to leave the country for Los Angeles on May 28, 2020.

And it seems that the real reality is in that timeline, but it's a pity that I can't go.

Because whenever he wants to find "reality", his world will trigger some special keywords, which collapses to pieces, without struggling.

His world is too small and fragile, and he doesn't deserve to think about certain things.

Chen Feng stopped staying at the star-rated hotel opposite the Mason Academy, but went straight to the villa area in Xingang Beach.

The residence experience is different for a luxury villa worth ten million US dollars.

By the way, what he bought was not only a simple building, but also the entire small steward team serving the 0.91 acre mansion, and a sports car in the garage. And a high-end commercial vehicle.

He arrived here just in the evening, the sunset was slanting west, and the afterglow was spilling on the pool.

Chen Feng was very comfortable, lying on his back by the swimming pool with Erlang's legs upright.

On the small table next to him are some Chinese delicacies and cold dishes, and on the other side of the kitchen is Steward busy with the eight chef division team invited from a famous Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles.

Master Chen once again stated that the life of capitalism is truly corrupt.

In addition to the maintenance cost of this villa which consumes close to one hundred thousand dollars a month, it also has to pay a lot of taxes.

Let’s talk about the service team of his dinner. He had to prepare twelve dishes before and after. The labor cost and material cost add up, and his meal is worth more than four thousand US dollars.

But he can’t help it. After all, he has too much appetite. Like an ordinary person, he can’t eat two dishes and one soup at all, even more how there are others tonight.

It didn't take long for Zhong Lei to come here in a car with a female bodyguard.

She walked into the manor and saw Chen Feng sitting by the pool basking in the sunset. She walked over and smiled and teased: "I really thought you wouldn't enjoy life."

Chen Feng spread his hands, "How can this be called enjoying life and eating a full meal."

Zhong Lei sat down, picked up the finger-sized dessert in front of him, and said while eating: "So much People around you serve a meal, isn’t it called enjoyment?"

Chen Feng said without hesitation: "Compared with the thirty-first century. This so-called enjoyment is nothing at all. There are artificial intelligence and manufacturing equipment in daily life. If you want to eat a good meal, you can wait a few seconds and have what you want. You can even let an intelligent robot feed you into your mouth."

Zhong Lei imagined the scene for a moment, and then looked at the staff who filed out dishes not far away, but sighed, "The future is great. I envy you."

Chen Feng After thinking for a while, "If there are no intruders, it is really worthy of envy."

Zhong Lei suddenly asked, "Is the medical level in the future very advanced?"

Chen Feng nodded , "Yes."

"Is there still a terminal illness?"

"Almost no. Except for the death of premature aging due to overwork and consumption too much, Basically, there is no illness or death."

Zhong Lei rubbed his nose, "It's so good..."

There is something wrong in her tone, very sentimental.

Chen Feng recalled her life history recorded in history books, but it was not strange.

Zhong Lei was born in ordinary family conditions. His parents are ordinary employees, and they are not professional music practitioners.

Her enlightenment teacher is not someone else, but her grandfather.

Her grandfather is a master of erhu, and she can also play a variety of national instruments such as ancient zither and matouqin.

But her grandfather went very early, and died of illness when she was less than ten years old.

This is a regret in Zhong Lei's life.

After a few minutes, the dishes are all over the long table.

The two talked while eating.

Zhong Lei tries his best to restrain himself and not inquire about the future.

But when the two were chatting, she couldn't help but ask more.

Zhong Lei mainly cares about four things.

Is the speed at which I finished "Morrowind" faster in my life, did he write a better song, did the two get married as promised, and how did their days go after marriage?

Chen Feng said pickingly.

He didn't lie, "It was done faster. But your other new works..."

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng truthfully Said: "There are not many new additions, only two. The quality has not declined, and the level is basically the same as "Self-burning", "Ashes", "Showing off one's ability" and "Sleepwalking Virgo"."

Zhong Lei was dumb for a moment, "Is that so? Then it seems that I also have a day when Jiang Lang is exhausted."

"You can't say that you Jiang Lang is exhausted, I think you are probably in a dilemma, so Limit the breadth of your own creation."

Zhong Lei brows slightly wrinkle, "Predicament?"

"Yes. I think..."

Chen Feng was about to explain, but Zhong Lei lifted his hand and stopped saying: "Don't tell me, let me figure it out."

"Okay."

Zhong Lei started to one side Talking to yourself while deliberating.

"My level has not declined, so I could have written new works with similar numbers and levels, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "This is important to your historical status. It has no effect. There is a base of "Morning Wind", which is as stable as Mount Tai."

Zhong Lei shook his head, "History is meaningless."

Long time passed, she I gradually straightened out my thinking and analyzed: "Although the styles of the songs I wrote before are different, in fact, the scope is also narrow. The themes are basically biased towards the inspirational themes of popular and popular vocal music."

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes. But your singing and the structure of the soundtrack are more complicated, not the chord splicing like others. You can create a chord combination with your own personal characteristics in almost every song. So in the future, your song It's about a taste that is both popular and classical."

Zhong Lei's face is slightly red, "This lifts me too high. The broad definition of classical music is universal and timeless. The artistic value of music and the highest performance in the field of music and art in a certain period of time. Classical music has to become a model in the same time, and still have high guiding significance and appreciation value in future generations. This can be called classical music."

Chen Feng spread his hands, "Isn't this just your work?"

Zhong Lei's face turned red.

Although she has already known part of the future from Chen Feng, and knows that her song is indeed great, she still feels weird and uncomfortable.

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Yeah."

"When I finished "Morrowind", I tried to recreate , I will be dominated by a sense of responsibility because I know the future. I will deliberately limit my creative space and focus on writing more inspirational themes. But I have achieved the ultimate in the same category of themes. Repeating myself, so my output has declined."

Chen Feng slapped for a moment, "Yes, after all, many of your previous songs were of the same type."

"Before I could Guaranteed output, probably because I was more free and do as one pleases when I was creating. When I got tired from one path, I immediately switched to other directions, such as love songs. But this time I never wrote a song about love. I think this is related to the fact that you have moved too much of this subject before, and you have shown that you are not cold on this subject."

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

I really said it to her, that's what it is.

"Then, I deliberately suppressed my inspiration for love songs, right? It eventually led to a sharp decline in production, and even the number of other narrative and scene-writing works declined."

Chen Feng recalled the analysis of later historians, the recognition of honest and timid, "en."

"Don’t be nervous, I don’t blame you. These are my own choices. And that didn’t happen to me, so I don’t have to hold you accountable."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "I think, love songs are still to be written."

He originally hoped that Zhong Lei would write a little more love song this time, so he quickly took the opportunity to briefly talk about the wonderful view of marriage in the thirty-first century in the last timeline.

Zhong Lei pondered the taste inside: "Although this kind of combination efficiency is high, but people lose mutual dependence, it is easier to give up in the face of desperation?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to think about it."

"That's right."

"But you also Don’t hope too much. Doing something deliberately may not be able to do well. To write a song, I still have to feel it. Otherwise, I force myself to write it, but it’s just a momentary chant, but it’s meaningless. It’s just a song of saliva."

When it comes to creating, Chen Feng has a great say in front of an ordinary person, but he has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei. Basically, she can only say what she says. .

Chen Feng replied: "So you should focus on "Morning Breeze" first, and let the other things follow the fate. The Buddha is a little better."

"Well, I Go back and try more creative ideas in other aspects, do more pure music, or try symphony or individual instrumental music. I try them all, maybe I can inspire more inspiration."

Chen Feng continued to be nodded, "Well, as long as you can learn it, you can try it."

Put down the chopsticks, Zhong Lei said again: "Let’s talk about our business. Try not to be specific. Time, I just want to know the general direction."

Chen Feng began to pick and tell stories with her using line-drawing techniques. The general idea is that we are living well, and I am not bankrupt. We have been together for a hundred years. After that, I was very happy.

Most of the time, Chen Feng said while eating. Zhong Lei happily, who was full first, listened, and his smiling eyes kept falling on him.

Unconsciously at the first three poles of the month, Chen Feng said about the last words of Zhong Lei before his death.

"You said at the time,'You are also really happy. We will be together in this life, and we will be together in the next life. You attend funerals more often than ordinary persons, but you are also much more happy. Next time you come back, you will tell me more clearly about our affairs. I also want to experience this kind of happiness.'"

Zhong Lei covered his mouth and smiled, expressing his disbelief, "I'm just impossible to talk so much. Words."

Although her mouth is sophistry, the smile on her face is stronger.

Obviously, I was only in a relationship, but I could listen to different stories in several lifetimes.

Is there a more romantic life in the world?

Chen Feng knew that she was hard-mouthed, and shrugged, "Your sophistry is invalid. It is written in all history books."

"It was made up by others who are far-fetched and will beautify my image. Yes, I don't believe it anyway." Zhong Lei held up his hand, looking very arrogant.

Chen Feng spread his hands, "Okay, you can't help me if you don't believe me, just say whatever you want."

Zhong Lei pinched his chin with his fingers, muttering: "Let me think about it. I think about what I should say when the time comes. This time I have to prepare my lines first, and I will enter the history book, so I have to be upscale."

Chen Feng It means you are really boring.

After a while, Zhong Lei said seriously: “I think I should criticize you because you don’t have to worry about me. After the technical conditions are mature, you can complete Jinyiwei No. 9 in advance, and then Start early. I hope you can do your thing better. I don't want to pull you back. I am not such a weak woman. As long as the time is right, you can leave me as soon as possible. The farther you go, the better , Don’t wait for me to die."

Chen Feng was stunned, and then sighed, "It seems that everyone’s life should be divided into stages. Maybe now you really think so, in the last timeline In the future, you might have thought about the same at a certain age, but in the end you left your last words like that."

Zhong Lei didn't have a hard time this time.

She held up another glass of juice in front of her, her eyes slightly blurred, "That's right, so there are some things you should do while you are young. Otherwise, when you are old, you may not have time to try again. People It will be old."

Under the moonlight, the scenery is just right by the pool.

Chen Feng vaguely heard a strange smell.

"Don't worry, because I won't go this time."

"Huh? No? What do you mean? Why?"

"Because it is unnecessary . I already know where the traveler went. It’s done, I can’t find it."

His tone is very relaxed, but Zhong Lei turned pale in fright.

After a few seconds, Zhong Lei tentatively asked: "Do you mean it can't be avoided?"

"Yes."

"Hiss..." Zhong Lei gritted his teeth and inhaled.

Of course she knows what this means.

The shortcut is gone.

The future is even more desperate.

But the amazing thing is that Chen Feng is rather calm and doesn't look like he needs comfort.

"You have become stronger."

"en."

Chen Feng complied, he turned his head and looked at the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking .

Zhong Lei is watching him.

He must feel that those who try to find a shortcut are vulnerable.

Learning to give up fantasy will make people stronger.

Since I couldn't find a shortcut, I continued to rush forward with my head stuffed.

Zhong Lei stood up and hugged his head from behind.

She wanted to say something, but felt unnecessary.

Ten minutes later, the two of them sat in the study again and turned on Chen Feng's computer in the study.

The two decided to pick up a score together and take out those two songs and study them carefully.

The title of the song is quite simple. They are "Advance" and "Cutting off one's means of retreat".

The idea is also very straightforward, just as the name suggests.

Chen Feng is now very fast, using software to complete the arrangement in less than ten minutes.

He rubbed the temple, "I’m a little sleepy, I’m going to sleep first, I have to adjust my biological clock. I have to go to a meeting tomorrow morning."

Look at Zhong Lei. After checking the time, it was only eight o'clock and it was not yet her sleep time.

"Okay, then you go to sleep, I will look at the score."

Two hours later, Zhong Lei stared at the Chen Feng computer screen blankly, covering his mouth with his hand. , The face is red, and the heartbeat is fast.

The things on the screen are not music scores, but some unspeakable pictures.

She had already finished reading the score and tried to sing a cappella too.

It was very good, but it didn't inspire her anymore.

Then she started wandering around Chen Feng's computer boredly.

She wants to know Chen Feng better.

Of course, she didn't plan to find any real secrets in this computer.

After all, this is Master Chen’s computer in Los Angeles. It is also connected to the Internet, so important information should not be forgotten.

Chen Feng forgot one thing.

This computer synchronizes all the files he copied from the hard drive of the old computer he used in college.

There is stock in it.

Well, college students, who are not full of vigor.

Who didn't order the stock.

such is human nature.

As a result, Zhong Lei only clicked on a few videos, and then saw the scene that made her "spicy eyes".

After all, I've been a player who has spent the night in the night and has seen the warm and cold in the world. Zhong Lei doesn't talk about the old rivers and lakes, but he still knows men.

So she couldn't say how angry she was, but rather a little excited.

This guy is actually a normal person.

I almost thought you were going to become a fairy.