It was a silent picture on TV.

The footage was taken from outer space.

In the dark and vast background of space, the stars shine brightly.

In the distance of the shot, dense cones float quietly, a scene that is both spectacular and eerie.

Chen Feng, who had been in the army for two months, knew these cone-shaped things.

It is the star fleet that the world government is proud of, represents the crystallization of the highest level of science and technology of mankind, and claims to be able to open the next chapter of the era.

It has reorganized thousands of large carriers, tens of thousands of frigates, and nearly 100,000 small and medium-sized combat ships.

Next to the fleet group, several large space stations are in full swing producing colony ships that are said to carry 200,000 passengers.

At present, nearly 100 colony ships have been built, and when the life cryonics technology has undergone the final reliability verification and breakthrough progress has been made, 20 million people will enter the colony ships, officially taking the farthest step into space.

Such a huge fleet stacked on top of each other looks spectacular.

Suddenly, against the background of the universe, a bright light appeared in the fleet group.

Immediately after, bits of light flickered one after another in space, one after another, almost illuminating the dark universe.

This was an explosion, and in a very short period of time, these more than 100,000 warships exploded together.

In the blink of an eye, these more than 100,000 spaceships all turned into brilliant fireworks and completely dissipated into space.

The images on TV are desperately beautiful.

In the fleet, tens of millions of people lost their lives in an instant.

Humanity's proudest form of force to date vanished in an instant.

Narration appears on TV.

"This was the picture from five minutes ago. Our starry fleet has been wiped out. ”

The narrator's voice is calm, but it is full of pathos and despair.

Chen Feng knew who the owner of this voice was.

When he was still in the army, he often listened to the owner of this voice speak on television.

This is the current leader of the world government.

As soon as the words on the TV fell, a huge black shadow in the shape of a disc appeared in the camera at a rapid speed, from far to near.

The Black Shadow's flight speed is unbelievably fast, but the rear of its flight path does not spew out any medium for propulsion, indicating that the Black Shadow's propulsion method is different from all the energy technology that humans have mastered.

This is exactly what Chen Feng saw last time hanging in the air.

After breaking through the fragmentation zone formed by the wreckage of the star fleet, the black shadow suddenly stopped in space.

The instantaneous transformation of a behemoth from extreme movement to extreme stillness completely violated the law of inertia, which made Chen Feng feel extremely uncomfortable in his heart, like a cat scratching the glass in his ear, making him dizzy and nauseous.

Immediately afterward, the TV screen disappeared, leaving only darkness, but the voice of the previous commentary did not stop.

The owner of the voice continued to say in an indescribable tone, "I'm sorry. We were defeated. We have been preparing for today for 500 years, but we are still defeated. We don't even ...... Not even the slightest resistance can be done. Sorry ......"

The sound faded away.

Four words suddenly popped out on the TV, "signal interrupted".

It turned out that these people knew from the beginning that there would be this day.

The Star Fleet, the military system, and so on are all preparations for today.

It's just that the disparity in strength between the enemy and us is too great, just as no matter how strong the ant's nest is, it will be in vain in the face of the flood of destruction.

This doesn't even count as a mantis arm blocker.

Feeling in his heart, Chen Feng's nose suddenly itched, subconsciously rubbed it, put down his hand to take a look, the back of his hand was full of slimy red blood, and he didn't know when it flowed out.

Hmm, that thing must have entered the atmosphere, right?

Exactly the same as last time.

Without warning, the TV exploded, and the lights dimmed.

Chen Feng's vision turned snow-white again, and the familiar and unfamiliar tearing pain surged up from all parts of his body again.

He had an experience, and although he had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't resist this pain from his soul.

He slowly fell to the ground.

Before he died, he only vaguely cursed in his heart.

I know that's the case, it's useless to hide underground.

……

Open.

It's almost dawn again.

Chen Feng lay quietly on the bed, rubbing his fingers on the bedding, waiting for the pain to subside and his brain to be idle, he silently recalled the melody of "Boring" and "The Night is Deep" twice in his heart.

He sat up slowly, clasped his hands on his knees, and his thoughts were full of thoughts, and he felt a little melancholy in his heart.

The first time he dreamed, he died so suddenly that he had no idea what was happening, so he didn't feel anything.

This time, knowing some of the causes and consequences, he was shocked that the human race would really perish after a thousand years, and his mood fluctuated a little.

But in fact, he has no intersection with that world, and there is nothing that cannot be separated, so he always has a sense of isolation from the world thousands of years later.

Until now, he has not been 100% sure whether it is reality or a dream that is extraordinarily real, because whether it is a dream or reality, there are many unreasonable things.

But he just couldn't stop feeling sorry in his heart for the destruction of the entire human civilization.

It's also so sad that the whole civilization has been working together for 500 years, but in the end it is still wiped out in the snap of a finger.

In the vast universe, human beings are too humble and insignificant.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe, with a sense of compassion and compassion, and with a sense of powerlessness to return to the sky, as well as a bit of regret and loss.

It took a long time for Chen Feng to break free from this complicated emotion.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, thinking, what if that was true?

Even if humanity does die in a thousand years, what will happen?

What does it have to do with me?

Now, and thousands of years from now, I'm just an insignificant human being.

What can I change?

What can I do?

I've done my best to even take care of myself.

Chen Feng jumped out of bed and subconsciously said, "Xiaowei, make me a ......"

Forget it, how to make the same mistake again.

Chen Feng shrugged his shoulders, made his own breakfast, put a cup of hot milk and two buns in the microwave, and pressed the button.

There was a creak and a soft crunch in the microwave.

The ceiling light in the kitchen went out and the power tripped.

White smoke billowed from behind the microwave, and the kitchen smelled of burning.

The microwave burned.

He hadn't used the microwave for a year, and he was a little absent-minded, forgetting that he couldn't put metal objects in it.

Unlucky, let alone one or two hundred gone.

Chen Feng muttered in his mouth and went to the bathroom to wash up.

As he poured water into the mouthwash cup, he swept the mirror out of the corner of his eye, and saw his slightly pale face in the mirror, and was stunned for a moment.

He remembered very well that his previous skin color was not like this.

Although the apartment housekeeper is not a high-intensity outdoor job, he still walks around a lot outside.

Chen Feng's original body was not too strong, but he was not thin, and his complexion was also very standard, neither yellow nor white.

But the face in the mirror is sickly white, and it looks like a serious sub-health state caused by not going out for too long, lack of exercise and sun exposure.

Chen Feng wondered.

I just slept all night, what's going on?

Could it be that the changes in my constitution in my dreams have been inherited from the outside?

This time he barely went out in his dreams.

Anyway, Xiaowei will prepare everything, and he also knows that he will die sooner or later anyway, and it doesn't matter if he exercises or not.

So after two or three months in the dream, his health and skin color had indeed become like this.

Considering that there was no difference between before and after the last awakening, he thought it would be the same this time, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Now he knows why.

The last time he was a low-income household, although he was also addicted to pleasure, he didn't lock himself in his room as a dead house, but went out from time to time to play ball with people and run for a run.

After all, last time, he was still thinking about the beautiful girls in other low-income households, and he also maintained proper exercise, so the skin color change before and after was not obvious.

But this time, I was a little better trained as a reserve soldier for two months, but then I stayed at home for ten months, and it was still the kind of dead house that didn't see the light of day, and there was something wrong with the house.

Chen Feng rubbed his face, and then squeezed his fists, feeling a little weak.

Forget it, pay more attention next, and resume the habit of running this month.

Before that, though, you should copy the song first.

Chen Feng took leave during the day, locked himself in the door of the room all day, didn't even go to lunch, and wrote the complete arrangement of the two songs by hand in the computer little by little.

At present, he has not mastered the skills of digital arrangement, so he can only do it by hand.

Although it was a little hard, looking at the notebooks densely filled with music scores, Chen Feng's heart was unprecedentedly full.

Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the glow of the setting sun poured in through the window, shining on the black leatherette cover of the notebook, reflecting a hazy glow.

Chen Feng gently rubbed the cover, full of anticipation.

Regardless of whether this dream is still done in the future, can I still copy more songs, as long as these two songs are worked well, my fate should always be a little different, right?

When I earn my first pot of gold, what should I do with it?

How much can I earn in my first pot of gold?