Chen Feng suddenly smiled bitterly, "What? I look optimist? ”

Zhong Lei looked at his slightly bitter face, and thought carefully for a moment, "It doesn't seem to be." ”

"Well, I'm a pessimist."

Zhong Lei: "Pessimist? ”

Chen Feng nodded, "The degree may be a little deeper than your original celibacy." ”

Zhong Lei was suddenly exposed by him, and he didn't know how to answer.

Chen Feng said again: "Who doesn't dream? Whose dreams are all beautiful dreams? Isn't it natural for pessimists to have nightmares? You don't ask me why I'm pessimistic, do you? I really can't answer that. ”

Chen Feng thought of his failures again and again, those comrades-in-arms who died in front of him one after another, the mother of the children who died in battle again and again, and the daughter who failed to give birth again and again, and his heart became more and more sentimental.

Zhong Lei noticed the change in him and gradually became serious, "Do you really often have nightmares? ”

He let out a long sigh, "Well, often." Once a month, it's indeed a nightmare, it's more real than you can imagine, and this dream is continuous, like a stinky, long, and sadistic bloody drama that never sees the ending. I don't want to reminisce myself. Don't ask me what happened in my dream, I don't really want to say. ”

When saying this, Chen Feng couldn't help but become really pessimistic.

If you go to great lengths to kill the ball battleship, only to find that it is still followed by an overwhelming number of hundreds of millions of intruder warships, how to deal with yourself.

The problems that he avoided before would have to be faced sooner or later, and Chen Feng couldn't think of a way for a while, and even the sense of expectation that he was about to win gradually dissipated.

He couldn't help but think that maybe he could defeat the fleet of the Compound Eyes after fighting for countless more years.

Then counterattack to the opponent's base camp, only to find that the enemy's main fleet, which he thought he had, was nothing more than an insignificant advance team in the powerful compound eye civilization that ruled the entire galaxy and even the larger star field.

So what to do?

Well, if I can hold on.

But after the complete destruction of the Compound Eye, will they still have to face the terrifying existence that produces and creates the barrier of the solar system?

If the rapid development of human beings is a cosmic spectacle, then is the wall of sighs like the solar system barrier, which makes even second-level civilizations completely desperate, also a more formidable cosmic spectacle?

At the upper echelons of civilization, how many high-level civilizations are incomparable, elusive, unpredictable, and full of malice?

How big is the universe?

How many civilizations are there in the universe?

Is there any hope that humanity will win the war?

Will the other party let go of the earth's civilization?

Chen Feng didn't know.

But the history of countless internal wars in the history of mankind taught him that when a race has to rely on the benevolence of others for its survival, it often meets catastrophic consequences.

The comrades-in-arms can still die, but it is easy.

But once Chen Feng put on his battle suit and set foot on the battlefield, he was destined to face a never-ending lonely war.

Although he had said that he would burn out the invaders, and he had made up his mind, his mood was inevitably slightly shaken as he struggled again and again, especially when a phased victory was in sight.

This time he fought too hard again, and even felt a little prostration when he came back and woke up.

Before he knew it, he was starting to get tired.

He was really tired.

The heart was also relaxed.

Slackness gave frustration an opportunity, so he was easily saddened by the topic of nightmares.

Chen Feng suddenly seemed to be drained of all his strength, forgot the paint on his back, and sat down on the chair softly.

Zhong Lei stared blankly.

After a long time, he smiled reluctantly and looked up at Zhong Lei, "I'm sorry to let you see my weak side." I'm ashamed. ”

Zhong Lei shook her head, "No shame." ”

Chen Feng laughed again, "Do you think I'm a little hypocritical?" ”

Zhong Lei pounced on him violently, grabbed his head and pressed it to his chest, "I beg you not to laugh!" You're not pretentious! Ever since you wrote my first song for me, I've found out that you've never been truly happy, and laughter is just your protective color! Don't lie to me! ”

Feeling the warmth that wrapped his face, for a moment, Chen Feng's nose was very sour, but he remembered the earnest teachings of the real man Brother Tiger.

If Brother Hu, the strongest instructor in the human race, finds out what he looks like, he will definitely have to laugh off his big teeth.

He broke free and continued to laugh, "It's okay, I can handle it." ”

The more he laughed, the more worried Zhong Lei became, "I'll take you to a psychiatrist." ”

Chen Feng still smiled and shook his head, "It's difficult for a doctor to heal himself." ”

"What?"

"I forgot to tell you that I studied a lot of psychology in my spare time, and it seems that I failed to learn it. The better I learned, the more resistant I became to other psychiatrists. It's hard for me to talk about this situation, and ordinary psychiatrists are useless. It's not ordinary, and it shouldn't be useful. ”

Zhong Leiyu tightened her lips, wanting to say something to enlighten him, but found that she couldn't say anything at all.

She couldn't guess what kind of nightmare could be so terrifying, almost crushing Chen Feng and leaving him on the verge of collapse and determination.

After a long time, Zhong Lei said slowly: "I don't believe that there are any nightmares in the world that can last a lifetime. Since your dream is a serial, there will definitely be a day when the finale will come. ”

Chen Feng asked rhetorically, "Why?" Maybe the director is super lacking in virtue, and he will enter the palace with a pat? ”

Zhong Lei shook her head, "Because you are the director, as long as you don't want to enter the palace, the story will definitely have a happy ending." All stories will have reversals, as long as you want to pursue the perfect ending, then the essence of your nightmare must be a sweet dream! ”

Chen Feng felt that there was some truth in her words, but he was depressed, and he was not sure if he could survive as a director to the end.

Zhong Lei suddenly said, "I'll write you a song." ”

"Huh?"

Chen Feng suddenly panicked, how could she have a good chat, and suddenly she began to want to write songs?

Didn't the Seven Swords Divine Comedy all be copied back?

How long has it been?

She wants to use love to move me?

Finished!

I don't want to make any moths, she makes a touching love song that expresses her heart but has no connotation, and history will be distorted on the spot.

"Ahem, no, no, let's practice the songs in the eighteen first."

"Nope! I'm going to write it to you right now! I'm going to tell you what a dream should look like! I'm going to pull you out of your nightmare right now! ”

Zhong Lei patted the entrance bar next to him and walked quickly to the piano in the living room.

Chen Feng stood up and wanted to follow.

Zhong Lei turned around and pointed to the chair again, "You sit down for me." ”

Chen Feng sat down obediently.

It's over, I can't hold it back.

Something big is going to happen.

He can't wait to hang himself, and he has nothing to do to play with melancholy.

It's okay now, something big has happened to those who seek benevolence.

Over there, Zhong Lei had begun to close her eyes and recuperate, not knowing whether she was thinking about rhyme or lyrics.

Ten minutes passed.

Zhong Lei was still closing her eyes and recuperating.

Chen Feng was at a loss.

He stood up.

Zhong Lei opened her eyes suddenly, "Sit down." ”

Chen Feng sat upright again, pressed his knees with his hands, his thighs were closed, and he was slightly anxious, but as a professional player, he could top it.

Over there, Zhong Lei had already begun to dig out her notebook and write on it.

Chen Feng thought to himself, it seems that the lyrics have come out.

At this time, he was even more nervous than when facing the Invaders battleship, just like some betting brothers with a monthly salary of 1,000 bought the football lottery super double, guessed all the first thirteen games, and bought a draw in the last game, and the two sides scored 0-0 in injury time.

Next, Zhong Lei's fingers began to tinkle on the piano from time to time.

Chen Feng couldn't sit still, cocked Erlang's legs, and sometimes changed his left leg to his right leg, unable to calm down.

Half nervous, half suffocated.

After another ten minutes, Zhong Lei breathed a long sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "Okay! ”

Chen Feng asked, "Written out?" What is the name of the song? ”

Zhong Lei grinned, "Next, please Master Chen Feng to appreciate the new work that this little woman has just completed, "Sleepwalking Room Virgo". ”

"What!"

Chen Feng was stunned on the spot.

He knew the song too well.

In the previous timeline, after Zhong Lei completed "Morrowind", in addition to creating "You Think I'm Not There" when she was dying, she completed a total of six songs.

The other five songs are the wedding song "Hope of Life" for the two, and "Sleepwalking Virgo" born in the same month and the later "Chasing the Wind", "Continuation in the Afterlife", and "No Regrets in This Life".

It seems that the proportion of love songs written to him is slightly higher, Chen Feng feels a little stiff about this, fortunately, Zhong Lei is a person who pursues after all, and he has not made a moth that is too low for you and me, and the overall level of these six songs is very different from the Seven Swords Divine Comedy, and it is not a big problem.

But in fact, Chen Feng doesn't like her writing songs for herself like this.

Among these six songs, "Sleepwalking Virgo", which is full of imagination and the most accurate emotional grasp of "You Think I'm Not There", is his favorite.

So after coming back this time, Chen Feng originally planned to leave her "You Think I'm Not There" at most, and simply sold the other capitals to Lu Wei or Chen Li, He Jiaqi and others, trying to see if Zhong Lei's creative direction could get back on the right track he wanted.

Who knows that people are not as good as heaven, he just sold a cute, Zhong Lei thought of it, and squeezed out this song "Sleepwalking Virgo", which should have been written in advance after she got married, when her mood was completely relaxed and she was full of hope for her future life.

It's good now, her inspiration is also learned, and she is completely unreasonable, just come when she says it, and she doesn't give her a chance to copy the song at all.

Those who ride other people's faces to copy songs will suffer retribution after all, and they will be cut off by others who ride their faces and copy songs.

I don't know if this is good news or bad news, Chen Feng immediately had new troubles.

This will definitely make her mood and level different from the previous timeline, but don't change this favorite of your own.

Over there, Zhong Lei had already begun to play, her smart white and slender fingers like ten playful and lovely elves frolicking and jumping on the piano keys.

The sound of the piano, like the crisp sound of the mountain stream, comes with an elegant and fairy-like charm.

The prelude of just a moment brings people's minds into the mysterious and incomprehensible cosmic space.

Chen Feng was stunned at first, and then immediately fell into a trance.

It's the taste, but it seems to be slightly different.

Compared with the previous version of "Sleepwalking Virgo", Zhong Lei's fingering on the piano is more erratic, unpredictable, and full of spirituality.

The creation of different ages will always unconsciously carve the traces of time.

Zhong Lei, who is now twenty-one, is a full forty years younger than her sixty-one-year-old who wrote this song in the previous timeline.

may not be so proficient in the finely crafted skills, but the girl's aura is more sufficient, which is more in line with the charm that "Sleepwalking Andromeda" should have.

With Chen Feng's current tasting ability, he can taste the taste in just a moment.

Instead of going the wrong way, it was sublimated in advance.

He couldn't help but sigh and be intoxicated at the same time.

After the prelude, Zhong Lei hummed softly with a low chant.

Chen Feng was shocked again, the lyrics were different, and he became more confident.

She no longer describes the starry sky in a speculative and speculative tone, her words become more conclusive, and her imagination becomes bolder.

That's surging self-confidence, but also absolute freedom.

The light voice that was at the peak was just like the Empty Valley Orchid, as if it was about to fly out of the body with Chen Feng's soul.

Chen Feng did not resist at all and took the initiative to invest in it.

As the singing becomes more high-pitched, the transitions and changes of voice become more complex and changeable, and the performers close their eyes tightly and play and sing.

The listener's mind is activated to the extreme, as if he is incarnated as an elf who shuttles between time and space, wandering in the vast mystical starry sky.

Sometimes overlooking the galaxy, sometimes stepping on the stars, sometimes fascinated by the brilliant rings, sometimes chasing behind the brilliant comets, sometimes frolicking in the brilliant streamers when the red giant star explodes......

Then it flew farther and drifted out of the Milky Way, to the native group of galaxies composed of the Andromeda Galaxy and the Magellanic Nebula.

It's not the end, it's just a new beginning.

She ran to the Virgo Supercluster, the height of the song's name.

As space is enlarged, one after another very different and mysterious stars are depicted.

Some incredible cosmic wonders were sung by her lyrics.

But her steps did not stop at the Virgo Supercluster, and at the end of the song, she set her sights on the Laniakea Supercluster.