I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 7

Looking at the man in front of him, Zhong Lei's teeth bite a little tight.

She is trying to control her temper, for fear that one can't bear to rush up and fight with the goods.

It's seven o'clock sharp in the evening.

Because she didn't want to deal with this person anymore, she went out half an hour earlier today. Unexpectedly, she was caught by him.

No, to be exact, he probably squatted himself on purpose.

As soon as he came downstairs, he opened the door immediately, and he was very particular about his standing position. He just stuck at the door.

He was still holding the broken guitar in his arms. The expression on his face seemed to be a little excited and a little nervous.

Chen Feng's appearance at this time makes Zhong Lei's nameless fire inexplicably.

In fact, she had already noticed that Chen Feng was trying to approach herself, and even felt that Chen Feng had another intention to practice guitar.

After all, Chen Feng is an apartment housekeeper. He should know some information about her and know that he is engaged in music.

"Get out of the way."

After a little thought, Zhong Lei snorted from her nose. At the same time, she said to herself, holding the guitar and looking at me with such eyes. What do you mean?

Why doesn't this man give up?

I didn't make myself clear yesterday?

Together, he thought he could have an epiphany after thinking about it for another day?

Is this to prove strength?

Stop it, will you!

Zhong Lei just wanted to laugh.

In the past month, since the awkward conversation that day, they only exchanged two sentences briefly yesterday.

But it was not communication. It was just Zhong Lei's protest under unbearable circumstances.

In fact, she didn't only listen to Chen Feng play the guitar once, but she only heard a sound occasionally before. She endured and didn't say anything.

Yesterday, I rarely wanted to sleep for two more hours before I suffered the magic sound. I also remembered Chen Feng's "impure motivation" to learn guitar. Finally, I couldn't bear it.

Zhong Lei knows Chen Feng's level very well. He is a beginner among beginners without talent. Playing guitar is a pure waste of time.

Although her suggestion yesterday was loyal and contrary to the ear, it actually originated from goodwill in a sense.

She doesn't think Chen Feng can make impressive progress in just one day.

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, but did not step aside as he said, "I know I'm a novice, but it doesn't matter. In fact, I wrote a song. I want you to listen and comment."

Zhong Lei's eyes widened and her face was full of ghost expression.

Yes, Chen Feng did come to prove himself.

But Chen Feng didn't want to play someone else's guitar, but came to show her original music?

Are you crazy?

"Ha... Ha! Ha ha!" Zhong Lei smiled, not only for his ignorance of heaven and earth, but also for his stubbornness.

After a short sneer, Zhong Lei's tone suddenly became colder and threatened: "are you kidding! Writing songs? Just you? You really think I won't complain about you, don't you?"

Chen Feng really wanted to slap her in the face.

This woman is too arrogant!

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but in the end he didn't.

Yes, he is going to sing boring to Zhong Lei.

Boring was originally Zhong Lei's song. She copied two of them. If one capital didn't give them to her, Chen Feng's conscience would be a little uneasy after all.

More importantly, the artistic achievement and production level of "boring" are not very high.

In another time and space, the popularity of boring as Zhong Lei's debut work is inextricably related to her unique voice, gifted singing and subtle emotional capture.

Therefore, Chen Feng believes that if you sell boring to others, you may not achieve the desired results. The best choice is to give it to the original singer himself.

Although the time is a few years ahead of schedule, Zhong Lei may still be a little immature in singing, but at least she is the safest.

As long as you sing to her, even if it can't explode, the lower limit of the effect that can be achieved in theory is guaranteed.

Of course, this will certainly completely change Zhong Lei's fate, make her famous and debut much earlier, and her life experience will become very different from another timeline, which may make her less experience of life.

No one knows what changes Chen Feng's ruthlessly flapping butterfly wings will make to Zhong Lei and the future.

But does that matter?

Chen Feng doesn't care when and how red Zhong Lei is. He only cares whether Zhong Lei is familiar with herself when she is red and whether she can fly with her when she is red.

What's more, making her red earlier is helping her!

Chen Feng doesn't care what will happen in the future. Anyway, mankind perished after a thousand years. Can it be worse?

"I know you haven't got to work yet. It's only a few minutes to listen to a song. It won't delay you. As for whether to complain to me or not, you can make a decision after listening."

After Chen Feng finished, without waiting for Zhong Lei to talk, he picked up his guitar and quickly crossed his fingertips from the string.

With this action, Zhong Lei's swearing words suddenly got stuck in her throat.

The layman watched the excitement and the expert watched the doorway. Only from Chen Feng's hand raising action, Zhong Lei was keenly aware of his great change.

Whether a person can play the guitar or not and whether he has made painstaking efforts in playing. Knowledgeable people basically only need to take a look at his starting style and observe his fingering of pressing and plucking strings.

With Chen Feng's proficiency in this moment, it is impossible to play the magic sound of yesterday.

Sure enough, with the melody ringing, Zhong Lei listened to the torment of yesterday.

Chen Feng has no spirit in playing the guitar, but he has practiced the guitar for more than 1000 hours, and his proficiency is comparable to that of a trainee who has practiced for three and a half years.

So at this time, the guitar accompaniment of "boring" he played was perfect and impeccable.

Only guitar accompaniment weakens the appeal of this song, but it is enough to play it live in a small theater.

Zhong Lei's originally slightly manic mood was soothed slowly by Chen Feng's skilled performance.

But new doubts rose in her heart.

Yesterday's play was still ugly. Why did it pass overnight? This man is like a different person?

Is it difficult that he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

What's the picture? Is there a hole in your brain?

Forget it, he really worked hard. For the sake of his love of music, let's listen to what kind of song he is.

Zhong Lei didn't think about it at all. Chen Feng really couldn't do it yesterday and today.

A person becomes an expert from a layman playing guitar overnight, which is completely contrary to her common sense and is not in her imagination.

Seeing that the prelude successfully calmed Zhong Lei, Chen Feng was slightly proud. He took a big step forward from success and played more seriously, more deeply and more carefully.

Zhong Lei is worthy of becoming a female Beethoven player in the future. She is serious and pious about music.

Once her attitude was corrected, she quickly tasted the lasting appeal of the song played by Chen Feng.

Her eyes lit up.

This is indeed a chord combination that has never been heard of. Is it true that it is his original?

It's a little immature, but it's true.

It sounds like a sense of vicissitudes, and some young people's pretending to moan without illness, showing their dissatisfaction with the current situation, but they are unable to change and can only drift with the tide.

However, in the deepest part of all negative emotions, there seems to be a flame hidden, which seems to burn in his heart and constantly urge him to pursue his own dream.

It seems that the Phoenix was seriously injured, dormant in the magma deep underground, licking its feathers alone, waiting for the recovery of the injury, and waiting for the day when the whole flag and drum went up to the sky.

Zhong Lei's breathing gradually slowed down, and her emotions were involuntarily substituted into it. She had a feeling of compassion for Chen Feng, a very annoying performer.

This is just a prelude of less than 20 seconds. Chen Feng hasn't started singing yet, but Zhong Lei did hear so many emotions.

It's not that Zhong Lei's music appreciation is really high enough to break through the sky, just because she wrote this song herself.

The song was like a huge stone, which hit her heart hard and resonated.