I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 396

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

He had a feeling that in a timeline he could not reach, in fact, he was unlikely to leave China 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, so as to collapse into thin pieces without struggle.

His world is too small and fragile for him to think about some things.

Instead of staying in the star hotel opposite Mason college, Chen Feng went straight to the villa area in Xingang beach.

The living experience of a 10 million dollar villa is different.

Incidentally, he bought not only simple buildings, but also the whole small housekeeper team serving around the 0.91 acre mansion, as well as a sports car and a high-end business car in the garage.

When he arrived here, it was evening. The sunset slanted westward and the afterglow sprinkled on the edge of the swimming pool.

Chen Feng was lying on his back by the pool with his legs crossed.

There are some Chinese delicacies and cold dishes on the small table next to him, and the housekeeper is busy with a team of eight chefs invited from a famous Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles.

Master Chen once again said that capitalist life is really corrupt.

In addition to the maintenance cost of nearly US $100000 per month, the villa also has to pay a lot of taxes.

Besides, his service team had to prepare 12 dishes before and after the dinner. Combined with the labor cost and material cost, his meal was worth more than $4000.

But he can't help it. After all, he has too much appetite. Like ordinary people, he can't eat two dishes and one soup at a meal, not to mention others tonight.

Before long, Zhong Lei came here in the car of a female bodyguard.

When she entered the manor, she saw Chen Feng sitting in the sunset by the swimming pool. She came over, smiled and joked: "I really thought you wouldn't enjoy life."

Chen Feng stood up, "this can't be called enjoying life and having a full meal."

Zhong Lei sat down, picked up the dessert the size of her finger, ate it and said, "it's not fun for so many people to serve you a meal?"

Chen Feng thought: "compared with the 31st century, this so-called enjoyment is nothing at all. Any ordinary people have the help of artificial intelligence and manufacturing instruments in their daily life. They can eat good food and wait a few seconds. They can have whatever they want. They can even let intelligent robots feed you to your mouth."

Zhong Lei imagined the scene and looked at the staff who were coming out and bringing dishes not far away. She sighed, "the future is good. I envy you."

Chen Feng thought, "if there are no invaders, it is worthy of real envy."

Zhong Lei suddenly asked, "is the future medical level very developed?"

Chen Feng nodded, "yes."

"Is there a saying of incurable disease?"

"Almost none. Except those who died of premature aging due to overwork and consumption, basically no one died of illness."

Zhong Lei rubbed her nose, "that's good..."

There was something wrong in her tone, which was very sad.

It is not surprising that Chen Feng recalled her life experience recorded in the history book.

Zhong Lei was born in an ordinary family. Her parents are ordinary workers and are not professional music practitioners.

Her first teacher was none other than her grandfather.

Her grandfather is good at playing erhu and can also play zither, Matouqin and other ethnic instruments.

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

This is Zhong Lei's regret in life.

A few minutes later, the dishes filled the long table.

The two talked while eating.

Zhong Lei tried to restrain herself from asking about the future.

But when they talked, she couldn't help asking more questions.

Zhong Lei mainly cares about four things.

Have you finished "morning breeze" faster in your life, written better songs, married as promised, and how are you doing after marriage.

Chen Feng said selectively.

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

"What's the matter?"

Chen Feng said truthfully: "there are not many new songs, but only two. The quality has not declined, and the level is basically consistent with self combustion, bath fire, sharp edge and sleepwalking Virgo."

Zhong Lei was dumb for a moment. "Well? It seems that I will run out of talent one day."

"I can't say you've run out of talent. I think you're probably in a dilemma, so you limit the breadth of your creation."

Zhong Lei frowned slightly, "dilemma?"

"Yes. I think..."

Chen Feng was about to explain, but Zhong Lei lifted her hand and stopped: "don't say it, let me figure it out by myself."

"All right."

Zhong Lei began to think while talking to herself.

"My level did not decline, so I could have written new works with the same number and level, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "this has no impact on your historical position. With the bottom of" morning wind ", it is as stable as Mount Tai."

Zhong Lei shook her head. "Historical status is meaningless."

After a long time, she gradually straightened out her thinking and analyzed: "although the styles of the songs I wrote before are different, the scope is also narrow. The themes are basically biased towards the inspirational themes in popular vocal music."

Chen Feng nodded, "yes. But your singing method and soundtrack structure are more complex, not like other people's chord splicing. You can create a chord combination with your personal characteristics in almost every song. Therefore, in the future, your song will be both popular and classical."

Zhong Lei blushed. "This raises me too high. The broad definition of classical music is that it has the universality of the times, eternal artistic value and the highest performance in the field of music art in a certain period. Classical music should not only become a model in the same era, but also still have extremely high guiding significance and appreciation value in future generations. This can be called classical music."

Chen Feng said, "isn't that your work?"

Zhong Lei's face reddened.

Although she already knew part of the future from Chen Feng and knew that her song was really great, she still felt strange and uncomfortable.

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Uh huh."

"When I finish the morning breeze and try to re create, I will be dominated by a sense of responsibility because I know what will happen in the future, deliberately limit my creative space and focus on writing more inspirational themes. However, I have achieved the ultimate in the same kind of themes. If I repeat myself, my output will decline."

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

"I was able to guarantee the output before. I was free to think and do whatever I wanted when I was writing. When I was tired, I immediately turned to other directions, such as love songs. But this time I never wrote songs about love. I think this is related to you having moved too many songs about this subject before, and you showed a clear dislike for this subject 。”

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

I'm sure she's right. That's one thing.

"Then, I deliberately suppressed my inspiration for love songs, didn't I? Eventually, the output decreased sharply, and the number of other narrative and landscape works also decreased."

Chen Feng recalled the analysis of later historians and honestly admitted, "HMM."

"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, "I think, love songs still need to be written."

He had hoped that Zhong Lei would write more love songs this time, and quickly took the opportunity to briefly talk about the wonderful marriage concept of the 31st century in the last timeline.

Zhong Lei pondered the taste inside: "although such a combination is efficient, people lose their mutual dependence and are easier to give up in the face of a desperate situation?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to think about it carefully."

"Right, right."

"But don't hope too much. If you do something deliberately, you may not be able to do it well. You still have to write songs with emotion. Otherwise, I force myself to write them. It's just a salivary song that can be sung for a while, but it doesn't make much sense."

In terms of creation, Chen Feng has a voice in front of ordinary people, but she has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei. Basically, she can only say what she says.

Chen Feng replied, "so you'd better focus on the morning wind first. Other things follow the fate. It's better to be Buddha."

"Well, I'll go back and try more creative ideas in other aspects, make more pure music, or try symphony or separate instrumental music. I'll try all of them, maybe I can inspire more inspiration."

Chen Feng continued to nod, "well, as long as you can learn, you can try."

Putting down the chopsticks, Zhong Lei said again, "talk about us again. Try not to say the specific time. I just want to know the general direction."

Chen Feng began to pick and choose and tell her stories in line drawing. The general meaning is that we are doing well, I am not bankrupt, and we are very happy after a hundred years.

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

Unknowingly, at the third pole of the month, Chen Feng spoke of Zhong Lei's last words before her death.

"You said, 'you're really happy too. We'll be together in this life, and we'll still be together in the next life. You attend funerals much more than ordinary people, but you're also much happier. Next time you come back, you should explain our affairs more clearly to me. I also want to experience this blessing.'"

Zhong Lei covered her mouth and smiled, saying she didn't believe it. "I can't say such disgusting words."

Although her mouth was cunning, the smile on her face was stronger.

Obviously, it's just a love affair, but I can listen to different stories for several lifetimes.

Is there a more romantic life in the world?

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

"It was made up by others who were far fetched to beautify my image. I don't believe it anyway." Zhong Lei grabbed her hand and looked very proud.

Chen Feng spread his hand, "OK, if you don't believe me, I can't help it. Whatever you say."

Zhong Lei pinched her chin with her fingers and muttered, "I'll think about it. I'll think about what I should say at that time. This time, I have to prepare my lines first. I'll be in the history book. I have to be high-grade."

Chen Feng said you were boring.

A moment later, Zhong Lei said seriously: "I think I should criticize you because you don't have to worry about me at all. When the technical conditions are mature, you can complete the royal guards No. 9 several years in advance and start early. I hope you can do your job better. I don't want to drag you back. I'm not such a weak woman. As long as the time is ripe, you can go as far as possible. No Wait for me to die. "

Chen Feng was stunned, and then sighed, "it seems that everyone's life should be divided into stages. Maybe you do think so now. In the future of the last timeline, you may think so at a certain age, but in the end, your last words are like that."

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

She picked up another glass of juice in front of her and looked a little confused. "That's right, so some things should be done when they want to be young. Otherwise, it may be too late to try again when they are old. People will be old."

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

Chen Feng vaguely heard a strange smell.

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

"Ah? Don't go? What do you mean? Why?"

"Because it's not necessary. I already know where the traveler has gone. It's done. I can't find it back."

His tone was relaxed, but Zhong Lei was shocked.

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

"Yes."

"Hiss..." Zhong Lei began to bite her teeth and inhale.

Of course she knows what that means.

The shortcut is gone.

The future is more desperate.

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

"You've become stronger."

"Yes."

Chen Feng answered and turned to look at the night sky. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhong Lei is looking at him.

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

Learning to give up fantasy will make people stronger.

Since I can't find a shortcut, I continue to rush forward with my head depressed.

Zhong Lei stood up and hugged his head from behind.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't think it was necessary.

Ten minutes later, they sat in the study again and opened Chen Feng's computer in the study.

They decided to pick a score together and take out the two songs to study them carefully.

The title of the song is very simple. They are "forward" and "breaking the boat".

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

Chen Feng's hand speed is very fast now. He finished the composition with software in less than ten minutes.

He rubbed his temples. "I'm a little sleepy. I have to go to sleep first. I have to adjust my biological clock. I have to go to a meeting tomorrow morning."

Zhong Lei looked at the time. It was only eight o'clock. It was not her sleep time.

"OK, go to bed and I'll see the spectrum."

Two hours later, Zhong Lei stared at the picture of Chen Feng's computer, covered her mouth with her hands, her face was red and her heart beat fast.

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

She had already read the score and tried to sing it.

It was very good, but it didn't inspire her any new ideas.

Then she began to wander around Chen Feng's computer bored.

She wants to know Chen Feng better.

Of course, she didn't intend to find any real secrets in the computer.

After all, this is master Chen's computer in Los Angeles. It's also connected to the Internet. You can't forget to put important information in it.

Chen Feng forgot one thing.

This computer synchronizes all the documents he copied from the hard disk of the old computer he used in college.

There is stock in it.

College students, who are not vigorous.

Who didn't stock up.

Human nature.

As a result, Zhong Lei only clicked a few videos casually, and then saw the picture that made her "hot eyes".

After all, she has been in the night and seen the warm and cold players in the world. Zhong Lei knows men even though she doesn't talk about the old Jianghu.

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

This guy is actually a normal person.

I almost thought you were going to be an immortal.