I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

There is a mess in his mind, which keeps Chen Feng away all day.

Fortunately, the work content of the apartment steward is very simple and mechanical, and there is no technical content.

And today Chen Feng had good luck, no troublesome things appeared, only a few small things were simply handled.

In the afternoon, he went to the company to attend the monthly summary meeting, and was still absent-minded throughout the meeting.

He deliberately reminisces about everything in his dream, and the more he thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes.

As a "transmigrator", to understand a world, of course, first understand the history of this world.

In his dream, he spent a lot of thought on this aspect.

He divided the history in the dream world into two based on the time point of his life.

In the first half of history, the dream world and the reality world overlap completely, exactly the same.

After waking up, he thought that the dream itself is based on his own view of the world, so the first half of history must overlap with the real history.

But is it true that the "history" that takes place in the future for the second half of a thousand years from now on is correct?

Chen Feng has no bottom at all, because the second half of the historical historical materials he can find are very sketchy and have no reference value. Even the junior high school history textbooks are not as detailed as the history textbooks.

A hundred years of time are summed up in one sentence, the span is too large, as if it has been artificially covered with a layer of fog, and there is no important node that can be used to make a fortune.

What are the lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, demolition and resettlement plans...all there are none.

When Chen Feng was still in his dream, he was puzzled about this. It doesn't take much hard disk to save some historical data, but he just doesn't.

When he woke up and sorted his thoughts, he pondered for a long time and came to a frustrating conclusion.

This "history" is false, and it is a dream based on one's own world view.

Starting a dream, the content is all brain-filled, and of course it will be like this.

Since history is all made up in his dreams, his dream of making a fortune by using an unknown prophet is shattered.

But the songs he listened to, the novels he watched, the movies he watched, and the games he played when he was a subsistence household in his dream were true and perfect one after another.

The detailed entertainment resources are in sharp contrast with the obscure historical materials, which is simply unimaginable.

Chen Feng doesn't feel that he has an innate talent for creative work, but how can he make up the entertainment stuff so detailed?

Can't figure it out.

He had planned to stop thinking about it when he couldn't figure it out, and put his mind at work, regaining his real life, but he ran into Zhong Lei when he opened the door.

Chen Feng didn't know her before, didn't know what she looked like, let alone her origin, there was no brain to make up for this person's probability.

However, this historical material in the outline of the dream world also left its name, and it is a great character that has been well-known for thousands of years in the field of art and entertainment.

She is by her side now!

Without a trace of defense, she just appeared so stiff and domineering.

Chen Feng can't calm down.

He began to take the initiative to believe that everything in his dreams was true.

In the dream, Zhong Lei's life story did not mention Chen Feng, her former apartment steward and neighbor.

It can only be because the relationship between the two is too shallow. Zhong Lei has taken off to the sky, but Chen Feng can't even leave a name for the enthusiasm.

Chen Feng didn't know before and didn't like dealing with strangers.

But now that he has this great discovery, how can he not move his heart?

Compare your heart to your heart. If Leonardo Picasso or Du Fu’s neighbors know that they will be able to stay in history, can they not think about it?

Chen Feng is also a mortal. After all, he doesn't have the idea of ​​being more lofty and high-tech, and he can't do it, but it's silly to let go of the shortcut to success like holding the thigh!

That's not a thick thigh, it's Beethoven who lives in the present age!

Now the two are neighbors on the upper and lower floors of the same apartment. They share the same apartment door. Rounding up is equal to roommates living together. A waterside pavilion gets the moonlight first. Chen Feng thinks he has a great chance.

Now Zhong Lei is 21 years old. He is still an unemployed vagrant who just dropped out of university. It will take four years to have accumulated knowledge and deliver it slowly.

When we met at the end of the day, the friendship is sincere enough.

Don't talk about becoming a boyfriend or girlfriend, just deliberately set a close, then hush and ask to warm up, become a close friend, you will always be able to get her in the future.

He didn't expect to be able to stay with the history of history. He just hopes that after Zhong Lei takes off in the future, he will have a spare time and he will be able to pull himself.

Make up his mind, Chen Feng began to wonder how to try to gain somebody's friendship with Zhong Lei.

He conceived many ways to talk to him in his mind.

But it didn't take long for him to get a little crazy.

Because of his relatively special family background, he has been very withdrawn from childhood to most, not very good at socializing, and there are few serious friends.

Let him take the initiative to approach a person of the opposite sex, even if the purpose is not to pick up girls, it is a bit difficult and uncomfortable.

Chen Feng's heart is bitter, forget it, when the boat gets to the pier-head, it will go straight with the current, when the time comes and then adapt to the situation.

The company's meeting ended, Chen Feng ate a potluck outside, and then went home.

It was about 7:30 when I got home. I opened the door and saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs. He hit him again.

She still looks a little confused, presumably she slept all day.

She has a light makeup on her face, and she doesn't know what she is going to do.

The chat was a bit stiff in the morning, Chen Feng slightly awkwardly smiled and said: "Good evening."

Suddenly he was greeted by him, Zhong Lei seemed a little uncomfortable, and turned to look at him. At a glance.

"Oh. Good evening."

Zhong Lei held his mouth for about ten seconds before he came out.

The tone is plain, without emotional fluctuations, like a robot.

Chen Feng is quite satisfied with this, at least it is rare for both parties to reach a serious chat for the first time.

If you are an experienced social player, you will probably accept it at this time, and continue to strike up a conversation next time.

But Chen Feng didn’t think so much, so he opened his mouth and asked: “Where are you going for the big night?”

Zhong Lei was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly looked like The cat that was stepped on its tail suddenly turned cold, and said hardly: "Just leave your ass."

She rolled her eyes fiercely, even twitched his lips, and left on her own.

The chat is stiffer than in the morning.

Chen Feng froze in place.

He doesn't even know what he did wrong.

Although they are strangers to each other, they are considered neighbors at any rate.

"mental disorder. Take the wrong medicine!"

After several minutes, Chen Feng eased his breath.

Back to his room, he was still very angry.

On the other side, Zhong Lei took a taxi after going out and went to a high-end bar in the central area of ​​Hanzhou City.

Because of dropping out of school, she and her family are in a stalemate.

This means that from now on, she has to learn to live alone, so she found a job as a singer-in-residence in a bar.

She doesn't like this job at all.

As a student of the Academy School of music and art, she is very proud and arrogant. She thinks the bar singer’s job is very low and regards it as a shame, but life must continue, even if she feels disgusted, but she holds The nose has to be recognized.

So just now Chen Feng asked her where she was going, but she actually touched her inner pain.

Even if Chen Feng's expression is serious, she herself feels that Chen Feng seems to see through her work, and his smile is full of irony and teasing.

He deliberately ridiculed that he did not serious work when he came out late and returned early.

That’s why Zhong Lei reacted so much, even sulking in the car.

This series of psychological activities of Zhong Lei, Chen Feng naturally cannot know or imagine.

The wishful thinking of holding the thigh just started to play, and it was brutally defeated by Waterloo, which made Chen Feng a little frustrated.

Zhong Lei, the immemorial man, is strange, temperamental, more withdrawn than himself, extremely difficult to deal with, and gives people a sense of inability to eat a pumpkin.

"Otherwise, forget it?" Chen Feng said to himself.

But he was not reconciled.

That is one of the top 100 people in a thousand years of art history!

Don’t look at the nowadays the entertainment industry is well developed. Many celebrities as dogs and big names are all over the place. It’s useless.

In the first fifty years of the 21st century, looking at both at home and abroad, there are as many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers as crossing river carp, but in the thousand-year art history, there are only Zhong Lei and a few others can be in the top 100!

How great this is.

One or two have not been born yet, Chen Feng can't get close to these people's parents in advance.

Even if he can do it, but when these people achieve success, I'm afraid Chen Feng himself will be almost 80 years old.

There are still a few people who have been famous for a long time now. Chen Feng knows these people, but these people don't know him, and he has no chance to get close to each other.

There are also a few painters who are now in despair, and Chen Feng is easily accessible.

But the painter, you know, he was unknown when he was alive, and after he died, he would become popular day by day.

For example, the one Chen Feng knew, after three hundred years of death, the world finally recognized his artistic achievements.

For three hundred years, neither Chen Feng nor the painter can wait.

So after thinking about it, the only person with practical value is Zhong Lei.

"It is said that genius and madman are only a thin line apart. Zhong Lei can achieve that kind of achievement, and his personality is somewhat unique. It seems as it should be by rights."

Thinking of this, he forgave Zhong Lei again.

Since the straight-forward approach is almost impossible, change your thinking curve to save the country.

This night, Chen Feng tossing and turning can hardly fall asleep.

After careful weighing, he slowly came up with new ideas.

He decided to copy the song.

Anyway, the whole year spent in my dreams has been abandoned. I just spend my whole day just having fun. I have a lot of experience in leisure and entertainment works such as TV, movie, novel, games, and songs.

It's wrong to just think about forcibly holding your thighs. You have to take the initiative to explore your own advantages.

Make yourself stronger first, and then let the thighs of the nestling stage take the initiative to hug yourself!

Those works I have seen in my dreams are my advantage!

Then what shall I copy?

The volume of movies and TV shows is too large and it is difficult to realize them.

Fiction?

There are too many words, and most of him only vaguely remember the vague plot, so he can't recite it even when he comes to memorize it.

Reluctantly write a novel with a vague plot?

Don’t be kidding, there are so many words, and it’s tiring to write novels. It may not be popular at this time, and the input-output ratio is too low.

Furthermore, the text written by each person is destined to have different personal characteristics for each person.

The same thing, let different people speak, the difference between Heaven and Earth.

Chen Feng is very self-aware, at least he is not this piece of material at the moment, and the script is the same.

As for the development of games, it is even more absurd and funny. The amount of investment is not small. With the current level of technology, it is impossible to develop the high-end games he once played.

So, considering many factors, the simplest and the easiest to realize is to copy songs.

It's a pity that Chen Feng is not from an artistic background. He has never studied music before.

Even if he has listened to those songs many times, he can barely recall some of them now. The melody, humming a few intermittently, is still out of tune.

But you have to try.

Chen Feng made a plan. First, he tried his best to recall the most memorable songs. At the same time, he learned the basic music theory and tried to restore the songs as much as possible with the simplest tunes.

This process is of course difficult, but compared to an ordinary person who has nothing, he has at least some hazy songs in his mind.

There is another advantage of copying songs that cannot be ignored.

This is clearly a suit for Zhong Lei.

Now everyone is still a stranger, so it is so difficult to get close.

But if you become a like-minded comrade, you will not be so cruel, right?

Isn’t it beautiful for everyone to be neighbors up and downstairs, and to learn and make progress together?

Chen Feng didn't sleep anymore, jumped up from the bed, turned on the computer, and began to work hard.

He decided to write down the most important lyrics of the most memorable song, the most important lyrics that could come by opening his mouth, and hum it twice by himself so as not to forget it later.

Ten minutes later, he looked at the seven or eight lines of lyrics in front of him and froze.

"Bored"

[Broken wine glasses and noisy people are piled up in this cold night, and a few people are alone and get drunk

You laugh at me and I have too much makeup Laughing, you can’t understand how you can sink into daydreams without more blush...]

This is Zhong Lei’s song, but it’s not her masterpiece, but her early work.

The lyrics and tunes are very immature, but with her wonderful voice and perfect emotional outburst singing, she is very touching.

The creative level of this song is not high, and it can make an impact. It depends on the singer himself to sing well.

This song, when Chen Feng first listened to it, seemed to be sung out of the loneliness and loneliness of a hard-working office worker in real life.

At that time, he was deeply impressed. After more than half a year, he didn't expect the first "Bored" he thought of.

Is Zhong Lei's song the first thing I copied?

Is this a bit too much?

Will she have already written it, but it hasn't been published?

Wait!

If she hasn't written it now and will write it in the future, does this song represent her mood in a certain period of time?

If I write it out and sing it to her, it should make her feel like seeing each other late, right?

Will she consider me a confidant?

When the time comes, she sang my song and became popular, then do my thighs hold firm?

Also, she seems to have just moved here, so she should have just dropped out of school.

Now she always goes out at night and comes back in the morning.

She doesn't seem to like clubbing, so based on her resume, is she a resident singer in a bar?

She was bored with life after singing songs in a bar for some time, so she wrote this "Bored" with a bar as the background of the story?

Chen Feng used his brains to develop a reasoning ability comparable to Edogawa Conan, analyze the situation frantically, and really gave him a correct guess.

So I start writing now, and show her in a few days, it's just time!

In the end, he didn't realize why Zhong Lei was angry before.