A day later, Chen Feng arrived in Los Angeles first.

He had a vague feeling that in a timeline that he couldn't reach, it was unlikely that he would leave China for Los Angeles on May 28, 2020.

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

Because whenever he wants to find "reality", his world will trigger some special keywords, and thus collapse to pieces, without the kind of struggle.

His world was too small and fragile, and there were certain things he didn't deserve to think about.

Chen Feng did not go to the star-rated hotel opposite Mason College, but went straight to the villa area in Xingangtan.

A villa worth $10 million, the living experience is different.

Incidentally, he bought not just a simple building, but an entire team of small butlers who served around the 0.91-acre mansion, as well as a sports car and a high-end business car in the garage.

When he arrived, it was late in the evening, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was shining by the pool.

Chen Feng was very comfortable with Erlang's legs crossed and lay on his back by the pool.

On the small table beside him were some Chinese delicacies, and on the other side of the kitchen, a 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 in maintenance costs every month, the villa also has to pay a lot of taxes.

In addition, his service team for this dinner had to prepare 12 dishes before and after, and the labor cost and material cost combined, one of his meals was worth more than 4,000 US dollars.

But he can't help it, after all, his appetite is too big, and he can't eat enough for two dishes and one soup like ordinary people, not to mention that there are other people tonight.

It didn't take long for Zhong Lei to come here in the car of a female bodyguard.

When she walked into the manor, she saw Chen Feng sitting by the pool basking in the sunset, walked over, and joked with a smile: "I really thought you wouldn't enjoy life." ”

Chen Feng spread his hands, "How can this be called enjoying life and eating 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 a meal, isn't it called enjoyment?" ”

Chen Feng said without hesitation: "Compared with the thirty-first century. This so-called enjoyment is not a matter at all, any ordinary person has the help of artificial intelligence and manufacturing instruments in their daily life, and if they want to eat a good meal, they can wait for a few seconds, and they have what they want. You can even get an intelligent robot to feed you in your mouth. ”

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

Chen Feng thought for a while, "If there is no invader, it is worth really envious." ”

Zhong Lei suddenly asked, "The level of medical care in the future is very developed, right?" ”

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes." ”

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

"Hardly. Except for those who die of premature aging due to overwork and excessive consumption, there are basically no sick deaths. ”

Zhong Lei rubbed her nose, "That's good, it's good......"

There was something wrong with her tone, a very sentimental look.

Chen Feng recalled her life history recorded in the history books, but he didn't find it strange.

Zhong Lei was born in an average family, and her parents are ordinary workers, and they are not professional music practitioners.

Her initiation teacher was none other than her grandfather.

Her grandfather is a good erhu, and he can also play a variety of ethnic instruments such as guzheng and horse-head qin.

But her grandfather died early and died of illness when she was not even ten years old.

This is the regret of Zhong Lei's life.

A few minutes later, the dishes filled the long table.

The two chatted while eating.

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

But when the two chatted, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Zhong Lei is mainly concerned with four things.

Has the speed at which he completed "Morrowind" in his life become faster, has he written a better song, have the two gotten married as promised, and how are they living after marriage?

Chen Feng said selectively.

He wasn't lying, "It's done faster." But your other new work ......"

"What's wrong?"

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

Zhong Lei was dumbfounded for a moment, "That's it?" Then it seems that I also have a day when Jiang Lang is exhausted. ”

"I can't say that you are exhausted, I think you have probably entered a kind of predicament, so you have limited the breadth of your creation."

Zhong Lei frowned slightly, "Dilemma? ”

"Yes. I want to ......"

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

"Okay."

Zhong Lei began to talk to herself while scrutinizing.

"If my level hasn't dropped, I could have written a similar number of new works at the same level, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "This has no impact on your historical status, with the song "Morning Wind" as the foundation, it is as stable as Mount Tai." ”

Zhong Lei shook her head, "Historical status is not interesting. ”

After a long time, she gradually straightened out her thoughts and analyzed: "Although the songs I wrote before have different styles, they are actually narrow. The themes are basically inclined to inspirational themes in popular vocal music. ”

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes." But your singing style and soundtrack structure are more complicated, not chord splicing like others. You'll be able to create chord combinations that are very personal to almost every song. So in the future tense, your songs are about to belong to the flavor of both pop and classical. ”

Zhong Lei's face flushed slightly, "This lifted me too high." Classical music in a broad sense is defined as having a universal, eternal artistic value that transcends the times and the highest achievements in the field of musical art in a certain period. Classical music should not only be exemplary for its contemporaries, but it will also be of great guiding significance and appreciation value to future generations. This is what can be called classical music. ”

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

Zhong Lei's face turned even redder.

Although she already knew part of the future from Chen Feng's mouth, and she knew that her songs were indeed amazing, she still felt weird and uncomfortable.

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Uh-huh."

"It's that when I finish "Morrowind" and try to re-create, I will be dominated by a sense of responsibility because I know what will happen in the future, and I will deliberately limit my creative space and focus on writing more inspirational things. But I've done it to the extreme, and it's like repeating myself, so my production has dropped. ”

Chen Feng smacked for a moment, "Yes, after all, many of your previous songs are of the same type." ”

"In the past, I was able to guarantee the output, but it was probably because I was more free and free to do what I wanted when I was creating. When you get tired of walking one way, you immediately turn to other directions, such as love songs. But this time, I never wrote a song about love again. I think it has something to do with the fact that you've moved back from the genre too much before, and you've shown a clear dislike for it. ”

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

I really told her right, that's what happened.

"And then, I deliberately suppressed my inspiration for love songs, right? As a result, production plummeted, and even the number of other narrative and scenic works declined. ”

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

"Don't be nervous, I don't blame you. These are also my own choices, and it is something that has not happened to me, so I don't have to hold you responsible. ”

Chen Feng thought for a while, "I think, love songs still have to be written." ”

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

Zhong Lei pondered the taste inside: "Although the efficiency of such a combination is high, people have lost their mutual dependence, and it is easier to give up in the face of a desperate situation?" ”

"Yes."

"Then I'm going to have to think about it."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"But don't get your hopes up, you may not be able to do something well. Writing songs still has to be emotional. Otherwise, I reluctantly forced myself to write it, and it would just be a saliva song that could be recited for a while, but it didn't mean much. ”

In the matter of creation, Chen Feng has a lot of say in front of ordinary people, but he has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei, and he can basically only say whatever she says.

Chen Feng responded: "So you should focus on "Morning Wind" first, and other things will follow fate, and Buddhism is better." ”

"Well, I'm going to go back and try a little bit more of a different way of creating ideas, a little more pure music, or a symphony or a single instrumental piece. I'll try them all, maybe I'll get some more inspiration. ”

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

Putting down the chopsticks, Zhong Lei said again: "Let's talk about our business." Try not to say the exact time, I just want to know the general direction. ”

Chen Feng began to pick and choose to tell stories with her in the white drawing technique, which basically means that we are doing well, I am not bankrupt, and we are very happy after a hundred years.

For most of the time, Chen Feng said while eating, Zhong Lei, who had eaten first, listened happily, and his smiling eyes kept falling on him.

Unknowingly, when the moon was on the third pole, Chen Feng said Zhong Lei's last words before he died.

"You were like, 'You're so happy, too. Together in this life, we will be together in the next life. You attend funerals much more than the average person, but you also have a lot more happiness. The next time you come back, you'll tell me more about us. I also want to experience this happiness. ’”

Zhong Lei covered her mouth and smiled, expressing her disbelief, "It's impossible for me to say such a sensual thing." ”

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

It's just a relationship, but you can listen to different stories in several lifetimes.

Is there a more romantic life in the world?

Chen Feng knew that she was just hard-mouthed, and shrugged her shoulders, "Your quibbles are invalid, and all history books write like this." ”

"It was made up by others who far-fetched and beautified my image, I don't believe it anyway." Zhong Lei picked up her hand, looking very arrogant.

Chen Feng spread his hands, "Okay, if you don't believe me, I can't help it, whatever you say." ”

Zhong Lei pinched her chin with her fingers and muttered, "I'll think about it." I thought about what I should say then. This time, I have to prepare the lines first, and they will go into the history books, so they must be atmospheric and high-grade. ”

Chen Feng said that you are so boring.

After a while, Zhong Lei said very seriously: "I think I should criticize you, because you don't need to worry about me at all." When the technical conditions are ripe, you can complete Jinyiwei 9 a few years in advance, and then start early. I want you to do your thing better, I don't want to hold you back. I'm not such a weak woman either. As long as the time is ripe, you can hurry up for me, go as far as possible, and don't have to wait for me to die. ”

Chen Feng was stunned, and then sighed, "It seems that everyone's life should be divided into stages. Maybe that's what you think now, and you may have thought that way at some age in the future of the last timeline, but that's what you left in the end. ”

Zhong Lei didn't have a hard mouth this time.

She picked up another glass of juice in front of her, her eyes were slightly misty, "That's right, so some things should be done while you are young." Otherwise, when you are old, it may be too late to try again. People get old. ”

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

Chen Feng vaguely heard a strange taste.

"Don't worry, because I'm not leaving this time."

"Huh? Not leaving? What do you mean? Why? ”

"Because it's not necessary. I already know where the traveler goes. The wood is already in the boat, and it can't be found. ”

His tone was 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 her teeth and inhale.

She certainly knows what that means.

Shortcuts are gone.

The future is even more desperate.

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

"You've gotten stronger."

"Hmm."

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

Zhong Lei was looking at him.

He must have felt that those who tried to find shortcuts would be vulnerable.

Learning to let go of illusions makes one stronger.

Since he couldn't find a shortcut, he continued to rush forward with his head down.

Zhong Lei stood up and hugged his head from behind.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't feel the need.

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

The two decided to pick up a score together and take out those two songs to study one or two carefully.

The titles of the songs are quite simple, they are "Forward" and "Broken Boat".

The idea is also very straightforward, as the name suggests.

Chen Feng is now very fast, and he can complete the arrangement with software in less than ten minutes.

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

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

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

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

What is on the screen is not a musical score, but some ineffable picture.

She had already finished reading the score and tried to sing a cappella as well.

It was nice, but it didn't inspire her again.

Then she began to wander around Chen Feng's computer boredly.

She wanted to know more about Chen Feng.

Of course, she didn't plan to find any real secrets in this computer.

After all, this is Master Chen's computer in Los Angeles, and it is also connected to the Internet, so you can't forget to put important information inside.

Chen Feng forgot one thing.

It was a computer that synced all the documents he had copied from the hard drive of the old computer he had used in college.

It's in stock inside.

College students, who is not energetic.

Who didn't stock up.

It's human nature.

As a result, Zhong Lei only clicked a few videos casually, and then saw the picture that made her "spicy eyes".

After all, he is a player who has been in the night field and has seen the warmth and coldness of the world, Zhong Lei does not talk about the old rivers and lakes, but still understands men.

So she wasn't so angry, but a little excited.

This guy is actually a normal person.

I almost thought you were going to become an immortal.