I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

One day later, Chen Feng arrived in Luo City first.

He had a feeling that in a certain timeline that he could not reach, it was actually unlikely that he would leave the country for Los Angeles on May 28, 2020.

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

Because every time he wants to find "reality", his world will trigger certain special keywords and collapse into pieces without any struggle.

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

Chen Feng did not stay at the star-rated hotel opposite Mason College, but went straight to the villa area in Newport Beach.

The living experience in a villa and mansion worth 10 million US dollars is completely different.

By the way, what he bought was not just a simple building, but also an entire small team of housekeepers serving the mansion covering an area of ​​0.91 acres, as well as a sports car and a high-end commercial vehicle in the garage.

It was evening when he arrived, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was shining on the swimming pool.

Chen Feng was lying on his back next to the swimming pool with his legs crossed comfortably.

There were some Chinese gourmet cold dishes on the small table next to him, and in the kitchen the butler was 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 consuming nearly 100,000 US dollars in maintenance costs every month, this villa also has to pay a lot of taxes.

Besides, his service team had to prepare twelve dishes for this dinner. Adding up the labor and material costs, his meal was worth more than 4,000 US dollars.

But he couldn't help it. After all, his appetite was too big. He couldn't eat two dishes and one soup like an ordinary person, not to mention there were other people tonight.

Not long after, Zhong Lei came here in a female bodyguard's car.

When she walked into the manor, she saw Chen Feng sitting by the swimming pool and enjoying the sunset. She walked over and joked with a smile: "I really thought you didn't know how to enjoy life."

Chen Feng spread his hands and said, "How can this be called enjoying life? It's just a full meal."

Zhong Lei sat down, picked up the finger-sized dessert in front of her, and said while eating: "With so many people serving you for a meal, isn't it called enjoyment?"

Chen Feng said without thinking: "Compared with the thirty-first century, this so-called enjoyment is nothing. Any ordinary people have the help of artificial intelligence and manufacturing machines in their daily lives. If they want to have a good meal, they have to wait a few seconds. That’s it, you can get whatever you want. You can even have the smart robot feed it to your mouth.”

Zhong Lei imagined the scene for a moment, then looked at the staff not far away who were filing out to bring the dishes, and sighed, "The future is really good. I envy you."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "It would only be worthy of true envy if there were no intruders."

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

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

"Is there still such a thing as terminal illness?"

"Almost none. Except for those who died of premature aging due to overwork and excessive consumption, there are basically no deaths from illness."

Zhong Lei rubbed her nose, "This is so good..."

There was something wrong in her tone, she sounded very sentimental.

Chen Feng recalled her life experience recorded in the history books and found it strange.

Zhong Lei was born into a family with average conditions. Both her parents were ordinary workers and were not professional music practitioners.

Her first teacher was none other than her grandfather.

Her grandfather was good at playing the erhu, and he also played guzheng, morinouqin and other ethnic instruments.

But her grandfather passed away very 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 were placed on the long table.

The two chatted while eating.

Zhong Lei tried her best to restrain herself and not ask about the future.

But while the two were chatting, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Zhong Lei mainly cares about four things.

Did he finish "Morning Wind" faster in this life, did he write better songs, did the two of them get married as promised, and how was their life after marriage.

Chen Feng said carefully.

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

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng said truthfully: "There are not many new songs, only two. The quality has not declined, and the level is basically the same as "Self-Burning", "Bathing in Fire", "Showing the Edge", and "Sleepwalking Virgo".

Zhong Lei was dumbfounded for a moment, "Is that so? Then it seems that I too will be exhausted one day."

"I can't say that you have exhausted your talents. I think you have probably fallen into a dilemma, so you have limited the breadth of your creations."

Zhong Lei frowned slightly, "Dilemma?"

"Yes. I think..."

Chen Feng was about to explain, but Zhong Lei raised his hand and stopped him: "Don't say anything, let me figure it out myself."

"All right."

Zhong Lei began to talk to herself and think about it.

"My level has not declined, so I could have written new works of similar quantity and same level, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "This has no impact on your historical status. With "Morning Wind" as your foundation, you are as stable as a rock."

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

After a long time passed, she gradually straightened out her thoughts and analyzed: "Although the songs I wrote before have different styles, they are actually narrower in scope. The themes are basically towards inspirational themes in popular pop music."

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes. But your singing method and soundtrack structure are more complicated, not the splicing of chords like others. You can create a chord combination with your own characteristics in almost every song. So in the future tense, your The songs are probably both popular and classical."

Zhong Lei blushed slightly, "This puts me too high. The broad definition of classical music is that it has universality beyond the times, eternal artistic value and the highest performance in the field of music and art in a certain period. Classical music must be both It has become a model for its contemporaries and will still have high guiding significance and appreciation value for future generations. Only this can be called classical music."

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

Zhong Lei blushed even more.

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

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Uh-huh."

"When I finished "Morrowind" and tried to re-create, I would be dominated by a sense of responsibility because I knew what was going to happen in the future. I deliberately limited my creative space and focused on writing more inspirational themes. . But I have already achieved the ultimate in the same genre, which is like repeating itself, so my output has declined."

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

"I was able to guarantee output before, probably because I was freer and freer in my ideas when I was creating. When I got tired of walking on one path, I immediately turned to other directions, such as love songs. But this time I have never written anything about love. Songs. I think this is related to the fact that you have covered this subject too much before, and you yourself have shown a clear disinterest in this subject."

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

I really told her exactly what it was like.

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

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

"Don't be nervous, I don't blame you. These are all my own choices, and they didn't happen to me, so I don't need to hold you responsible."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "I think we still need to write love songs."

He originally hoped that Zhong Lei would write more love songs this time, so he quickly took the opportunity to briefly talk about the weird views on marriage in the 31st century in the previous timeline.

Zhong Lei pondered the taste inside: "Although such a combination is highly efficient, does it make people lose mutual dependence and make it easier to give up when faced with a desperate situation?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to think about it seriously."

"That's right, that's right."

"But don't have too much hope. You may not be able to do something well if you do it deliberately. You still have to write songs based on your feelings. Otherwise, if I force myself to write it, it will only be recited for a while. But it’s just a slobbery song that doesn’t mean much.”

When it comes to creating, Chen Feng has a lot of say in front of ordinary people, but he has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei. He can basically do whatever she says.

Chen Feng responded: "So you should focus on "Morning Wind" first, and leave other things to chance. It's better to be more Buddhist-based."

"Well, I will go back and try more creative concepts in other aspects, make more pure music, or try symphonies or individual instrumental music. I will try them all, maybe I can inspire more inspiration."

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

Putting down his chopsticks, Zhong Lei said again: "Let's talk about our affairs. Try not to mention the specific time. I just want to know the general direction."

Chen Feng began to pick and choose and tell stories to her using the technique of line drawing. The general meaning was that we were living a good life, I was not broke, and we would be happy together for a hundred years.

Chen Feng talked for most of the time while eating. Zhong Lei, who had eaten her fill first, listened happily, her smiling eyes always falling on him.

Unknowingly, at three o'clock in the moonlight, Chen Feng mentioned Zhong Lei's last words before his death.

"You said at the time, 'You are so happy too. We are together in this life, and we will still be together in the next life. You attend funerals much more often than ordinary people, but you are also much happier. Next time you come back, you will be together. Tell me our story more clearly. I want to experience this happiness too.'"

Zhong Lei covered her mouth and laughed, expressing disbelief, "There is no way I would say such disgusting words."

Although she was quibbling, the smile on her face was even stronger.

It's obviously just a love affair, but you can hear different stories for several lifetimes.

Is there a more romantic life in the world than this?

Chen Feng knew that she was just being tough, so he shrugged, "Your sophistry is ineffective, it's written in all history books."

"That was made up by others to beautify my image. I don't believe it anyway." Zhong Lei raised her hands, looking very arrogant.

Chen Feng spread his hands and said, "Okay, if you don't believe me, I can't help you. It's up to you to say whatever you want."

Zhong Lei pinched her chin with her fingers and muttered: "Let me think about it. I want to think about what I should say when the time comes. This time I have to prepare my lines first. It will be included in the history books. It must be grand and classy." "

Chen Feng said you are so boring.

After a moment, Zhong Lei said seriously: "I think I should criticize you, because you have no need to worry about me. After the technical conditions are mature, you can complete Jinyiwei No. 9 a few years ahead of schedule and start early. I hope you can It's better to do your thing, I don't want to hold you back. I'm not such a weak woman. As soon as the time comes, you can leave as soon as possible, as far as possible without waiting for me to die. "

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, 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 previous timeline, you may also have thought so at a certain age. But that’s what you said in the end.”

Zhong Lei didn't speak harshly this time.

She picked up another glass of juice in front of her, her eyes slightly misty, "That's right, so there are things you should do when you are young and you want to do them. Otherwise, when you get old, it may be too late to try again. Everyone gets old after all."

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

Chen Feng vaguely heard something strange.

"There's no need to rush, because I'm not leaving this time."

"Ah? Not leaving? What do you mean? Why?"

"Because there is no need. I already know where the traveler has gone. It's a done deal and can't be found again."

His tone was very relaxed, but Zhong Lei was shocked.

After a few seconds, Zhong Lei asked tentatively: "You mean it's inevitable?"

"Yes."

"Hiss..." Zhong Lei began to grit his teeth and inhale.

Of course she knew what that meant.

The shortcuts are gone.

The future is even more desperate.

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

"You're getting stronger."

"Um."

Chen Feng responded, then turned to look at the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhong Lei is looking at him.

He must feel that only those who try to find shortcuts will be vulnerable.

Learning to give up illusions will make people stronger.

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

Zhong Lei stood up and hugged his head from behind.

She wanted to say something, but felt it was unnecessary.

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

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

The song titles are quite simple, they are "Move On" and "Break the Cauldron".

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

Chen Feng is now very fast and can use software to complete the arrangement in less than ten minutes.

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

Zhong Lei looked at the time and saw that it was only eight o'clock, not yet her sleep period.

"Okay, then you go to bed and I'll look at the score."

Two hours later, Zhong Lei stared blankly at the screen of Chen Feng's computer, covering her mouth with her hands, her face was very red, and her heart was beating fast.

What's on the screen is not a musical score, but some indescribable images.

She had already read the score and tried singing a cappella.

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

Then she started wandering around in Chen Feng's computer out of boredom.

She wanted 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 Luo City, and it is connected to the Internet. Important information cannot be placed in it.

Chen Feng forgot one thing.

This computer is synchronized with all the documents he copied from the hard drive of an old computer he used in college.

There is stock inside.

College students, who is not full of energy?

No one wants to stock up.

It's human nature.

As a result, Zhong Lei just clicked on a few videos, and then saw the scene that made her "eye-catching".

After all, he is a player who has been in nightclubs and has experienced the ups and downs of the world. Zhong Lei, aside from being a veteran, still understands 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 an immortal.