Time is always unbearable, Chen Feng waited, and unconsciously wasted another week.

Compared with the goal-oriented struggle in the dream, Chen Feng has a lot of trivial things after coming out.

He also had to go to work, take care of the apartment chores from time to time, and go to the company headquarters from time to time for meaningless but unavoidable meetings.

This is the daily life of the vast majority of urban white-collar workers in the world.

Busy with mediocrity, he said that he must use his spare time to do something, but in the end, in the blink of an eye, precious time was inexplicably stolen.

Chen Feng originally planned to take advantage of these days to collect more information about music-related companies, no matter which city it is, go back to the company to take an annual leave, and make a concentrated trip.

Or follow the entertainment information to see if there are any well-known music insiders who come to Hanzhou to do activities, and then learn from those star chasers to kill the past, and see if you can try your luck and stop a Bole on the road.

It's a pity that he is not a fan after all, and he can't get first-hand information.

By the time he saw it in the entertainment news, people had already come and gone.

In the past half a month, the only thing Chen Feng has done well is to insist on exercising, running ten kilometers at night every day.

He didn't run fast, the goal was to recover, and the effect was basically achieved.

Only two weeks have passed, and his physique has recovered a lot.

When he first started running, he ran for two hours from 9 to 11 o'clock to cover 10 kilometers, which is equivalent to a pace of 12, which is a sign of a fairly weak physique.

But two weeks later, he was able to run 10 kilometres in about 70 minutes with a pace of 7 using the Fatlek run, which was a remarkable improvement.

It's good to be young, and it's fast enough to recover.

At nine o'clock that night, he changed into sportswear, put on low-quality running shoes, went downstairs, and went out of the community.

It's almost winter, and Hanzhou at night is a little cool, Chen Feng tightened his collar, looked left and right and chose a direction, and trotted forward.

For the first two weeks, he ran circles around the community, and five laps were just 10 kilometers.

But running the same route was a bit boring, and this time he decided to run farther away, with a total of four traffic lights in the planned path.

But it's okay, it's time to rest when you're waiting for the traffic light.

After about four or five hundred meters, you will reach the first traffic light intersection.

At this time, a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead, his body was warm, and the soles of his feet were a little painful, all of which were blamed on bad shoes.

Chen Feng paused, put his tongue on the roof of his mouth, and carefully controlled the rhythm of his breathing.

When the weather is cold, you can't inhale too hard, otherwise your flank will hurt easily.

There were about twenty or thirty people waiting for the traffic light, mostly young men and women dressed in fashionable clothes.

Although the night was cold, the beauties were not thickly dressed, short skirts and shorts, and black and white stockings that did not know the thickness of the thickness.

These people were talking loudly, and they all seemed to be in high spirits.

Most of the screen names that call each other are strange names such as "Wolf Walk", "Witch Horse", "Red Sleeves", "Bao'er", "Dream Hunting" and so on.

The content of their conversation is all over the world, as if they are promoting themselves by describing their own experiences, and it seems that they are carefully testing and speculating on the authenticity of each other's identities, and perhaps they will formulate various strategies in their minds.

Chen Feng looked at the street with endless neon lights in front of the traffic light, and felt a little stunned.

The street in front of it is called Shaorim Road, which is a famous bar street in Hanju City, and there are many flagship stores of famous brands such as Super Club and Wolhe.

These men and women should all be going to the night club.

Zhong Lei lives in Weston's apartment, precisely because it is very close to Shaolin Road, and her night games are basically concentrated here.

Chen Feng wanted to turn around and leave.

With his current age and the fact that he is single, clubbing and night clubbing should have been his entertainment life.

But he really couldn't bear the little money he had worked so hard to save.

Unlike other peers, Chen Feng wants to take root in the city and can only rely on himself.

Even if you save money every month, you can only save two or three thousand, and the money saved for half a year is enough to buy a one-square-meter house in Hanzhou City, but I have a thought.

So although it is close, Chen Feng has never liked to go to Shaolin Road.

He was afraid that he would be sour.

Today, he also wants to turn around, so don't go to Shaolin Road to ask for his own boring.

Just thinking about it, the red light turns green, and it's okay to pass.

The men and women in front of Chen Feng were about to step forward, when a fiery red Ferrari roared like a bull and roared past, passing by everyone, thrilling and exciting, startling and scolding, and the scene was slightly chickens and dogs, and it was a mess.

The flaming taillights dragged four distorted shadows of light across the dimly lit streets, quickly moving away.

The young men and women, who had been chatting passionately just now, fell into an awkward silence after scolding.

Chen Feng's eyes were sharp, and he saw the scene inside clearly the moment the car passed.

The young man sitting in the passenger seat is holding the steering wheel with his left hand and a woman's head with his right hand raised.

Chen Feng didn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but he didn't think it was ugly.

What the woman was doing, it was not difficult for him to guess.

This damn rich second generation.

Well, still sour.

Some people are born at the end of happiness, which is incomparable.

A blow to the shoulder caused him to lose his balance slightly and take a step forward.

Chen Feng walked forward along the crowd, forget it, he has already been sour once today, and he will not be sour again.

Cross the street and keep running.

After a street, it was only a few hundred meters away from the residential area on the Weston side, but it was already two worlds.

While it is quiet and deserted, the lights are bright and green.

Chen Feng buried his head, regardless of the people around him, he just ran by himself.

While running, he was not idle, but kept thinking about what to do next.

Obviously, I have copied two songs, I should have shown my strength, and it has been two weeks since I came back, but I still can't open the situation.

He didn't understand.

In so many novels I've read before, once the protagonist gets the golden finger, which one doesn't take off in minutes, how can he get to himself, it's so difficult?

Could it be that I'm making a mistake with Goldfinger?

Shouldn't I copy songs?

Should I copy something else?

Next time, I'll change my thinking, read more biographies, and then discover some entertainment celebrities who can rise a little in the next few years?

I can't hold Zhong Lei's thighs like Zhong Lei, who were a hundred years ago, so I retreat to the next best and develop a few more less vigorous general lines, right?

"What are you doing! Let go! I called the police! ”

An exclamation was heard not far away.

Chen Feng subconsciously paused.

The stop was so hard that he nearly stumbled to the ground.

Chen Feng held on to the lamppole and looked to the side.

A woman with a guitar on her back struggles to break free from a young man's hand.

The man seemed to want to pull her into the car parked on the side of the road.

Well, it's a red Ferrari again, and I don't know if it's the one I passed by.

After being freed, the man tried to grab her again, but was slapped in the face by the woman.

There was a crisp snap, just like a firecracker.