His mind was a mess, and Chen Feng was not in a state all day.

Fortunately, the job of the apartment housekeeper is very simple and mechanical, and there is no technical content.

And Chen Feng was lucky today, no troublesome things appeared, and he only dealt with a few small things.

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

He tried his best to recall everything in his dreams, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

As a "time-traveler", to understand a world, of course, is to first understand the history of this world.

In the dream, he put a lot of thought into this.

He divides the history of the dream world into two based on the time point in which he lives.

In the first half of history, the dream world completely overlaps with the real world, and it is exactly the same.

When he woke up, he thought that the dream itself was based on his own worldview, so the first half of history must overlap with the real history.

But is it correct to push back the second half of a thousand years from now on and take place in the future "history"?

Chen Feng was completely at a loss in his heart, because the second half of the historical materials he could find were very outlined, with no reference value, and they were not as detailed as the junior high school history textbooks.

A hundred years of time is 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 lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, demolition and resettlement plans...... Not at all.

When Chen Feng was still in his dream, he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't save some historical materials and didn't take up much hard drive, but he didn't.

When he first woke up and collected his thoughts, he pondered for a long time and came to a dismal conclusion.

This "history" is false, and it is all a dream and conjecture based on one's own worldview.

A dream at the beginning, the content is all made up by the brain, of course it will be like this.

Since history is all made up in his own dreams, his dream of making a windfall with 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 low-income household in his dream were real and perfect.

The contrast between the detailed entertainment resources and the hazy and vague historical materials is simply incredible.

Chen Feng doesn't think he has a talent for creation at all, but how can he make up the entertainment stuff so detailed?

Can't figure it out.

He originally planned to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out, go to work with peace of mind, and regain his true life, but he pushed open the door and bumped into Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng didn't know her before, he didn't know what she looked like at all, and he didn't know where she came from, so there was no possibility of making up this person in his brain.

But this one has also left a name in the historical materials of the synopsis of the dream world, and it is a famous figure in the field of art and entertainment for thousands of years.

She's by her side now!

Without the slightest defense, she appeared so bluntly and domineeringly.

Chen Feng couldn't calm down.

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

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

can only be because the friendship between the two is too shallow, Zhong Lei soared into the sky, but Chen Feng couldn't even leave a name for the popularity.

Chen Feng didn't know that before, and he didn't like to deal with strangers.

But now with this great discovery, how can he not move his mortal heart?

Comparing hearts to hearts, Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso or Du Fu's neighbors should be able to know that they will be famous in history in the future, can they not start their minds?

Chen Feng is also a mortal, after all, he doesn't have a more lofty and high-tech idea, and he can't do it, but it's a fool to let go of such a shortcut to success as hugging his thighs!

That's not an ordinary thick thigh, that's a Beethoven living in the present day!

Now the two are upstairs and downstairs neighbors in the same apartment, sharing the same apartment gate, rounding is equal to living together roommates, and the first month is close to the water, Chen Feng thinks he has a great chance.

Now Zhong Lei is twenty-one years old, and she is still an unemployed vagrant who has just dropped out of college, and she will only be able to accumulate wealth in four years.

When you meet at the end of the micro, the friendship is sincere enough.

Not to mention becoming a boyfriend and girlfriend, as long as you deliberately put it close, and then ask for warmth, become a heart-to-heart friend, you will always be able to use her in the future.

He didn't have the luxury of hoping to be famous with Qingshi, he just hoped that after Zhong Lei took off in the future, it would be enough to be free and pull himself.

After making up his mind, Chen Feng began to think about how to make friends with Zhong Leitao.

He had a lot of ways to talk to him in his head.

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 since he was a child, not very good at socializing, and has 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 to be strong, and it is very uncomfortable.

Chen Feng's heart is bitter, forget it, the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, and then he will be improvised.

The company broke up, Chen Feng had a light meal outside, and then went home.

When I got home, it was about half past seven, and when I opened the door, I saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs and bumped into her face again.

She still looked a little dazed, presumably having slept all day.

She had a little light makeup on her face, and she didn't know what she was going to do outside.

After chatting a little stiffly in the morning, Chen Feng smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "Good evening." ”

Suddenly greeted by him, Zhong Lei seemed a little uncomfortable, and turned her head to look at him.

"Oh. Good evening. ”

Zhong Lei held back her mouth for about ten seconds before she could hold back her words.

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

Chen Feng was quite satisfied with this, at least the two sides had a rare first serious chat.

If you are a seasoned social player, you will probably know that you will accept it when you see it, and continue to talk to you next time.

But Chen Feng didn't think so much, and opened his mouth to ask: "By the way, where are you going at night?" ”

Zhong Lei was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly looked like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, her expression suddenly turned cold, and she said stiffly: "Mind your." ”

She rolled her eyes again, and even pouted, and walked away on her own.

The conversation was stiffer than in the morning.

Chen Feng froze in place.

He didn't know what he was doing wrong.

Although they are strangers to each other, they are neighbors, and they don't see each other when they look up, as for this?

"Neurotic. Took the wrong medicine! ”

A few minutes passed before Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Back in his room, he was still angry.

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

Because of dropping out of school, she had a falling out with her family.

This meant that from now on she had to learn to survive on her own, so she got a job as a resident singer in a bar.

She didn't like the job at all.

As an academic music and art student, she is very arrogant, thinks that the job of a bar singer is very low, and regards it as a shame, but life must go on, even if she is disgusted, she has to admit it by pinching her nose.

So when Chen Feng asked her where she was going just now, he actually touched the pain in her heart.

Even though Chen Feng's expression was very serious, she herself felt that Chen Feng seemed to have seen through her work, and his smile was sarcastic and teasing.

He was deliberately ridiculing him for leaving late and returning early, and he was doing an improper job.

That's why Zhong Lei reacted so much, and even sulked when she was sitting in the car.

Zhong Lei's series of psychological activities, Chen Feng naturally can't know or imagine.

The wishful thinking of hugging his thighs had just begun, and he suffered Waterloo, which made Chen Feng feel a little depressed.

Zhong Lei is too eccentric, moody, more withdrawn than herself, extremely difficult to deal with, giving people a feeling that a cow can't eat a pumpkin.

"Otherwise, forget it, right?" Chen Feng muttered to himself.

But he was not reconciled.

That's one of the top 100 people in the thousand-year history of art!

Don't look at the developed entertainment industry nowadays, there are as many stars as dogs, and big names are all over the place, it's useless.

In the first 50 years of the 21st century, there were many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers at home and abroad, but in the thousand-year-old art history, only Zhong Lei and a few others could be among the top 100!

How great is that.

There are one or two who have not yet been born, and Chen Feng can't get close to these people's fathers and mothers in advance.

Even if he can do it, when these people achieve achievements, I am afraid that Chen Feng himself will be almost seventy or eighty.

There are also 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 doesn't have a chance to get close to each other.

There are also a few painters who are now down, and Chen Feng is easy to approach.

But painters all know that when they are alive, they are unknown, and when they die, they will become more and more sought after.

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

For three hundred years, Chen Feng and the painter himself could not afford to wait.

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

"It is said that there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman. Zhong Lei can achieve such an achievement, and there are some mavericks in her personality, which seems to be taken for granted. ”

Thinking of this, he forgave Zhong Lei again.

The straightforward set is almost not good, so change the way of thinking to save the country.

This night, Chen Feng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

After careful weighing, he slowly came up with a new idea.

He decided to copy the song.

Anyway, the whole year spent in the dream world is wasted, and the whole day is only about having fun, and I have seen a lot of leisure and entertainment works such as TV, movies, novels, games, and songs, and I might as well use them.

It's a mistake to think only about forcibly hugging your thighs, and you have to take the initiative to explore your own strengths.

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

The works I have seen in my dreams are my strengths!

So what do I copy?

The volume of movies and TV series is too large, and it is difficult to monetize.

Novel?

There are too many words, and most of them only vaguely remember the vague plot, so he can't memorize them.

Reluctantly writing a novel according to a vague plot?

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

In addition, each person's hand-typed text is destined to have different personal characteristics of each person.

The same thing, let different people talk about it, and the taste of it is very different.

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

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

Therefore, considering many factors, the simplest and easiest to monetize is to copy songs.

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

Even if he had listened to those songs many times, he could barely recall part of the melody now, humming a few words intermittently, and going out of tune.

But you have to try.

Chen Feng made a planner to recall the most impressive songs, and at the same time learned basic music theory, trying to restore the songs as much as possible with the simplest tunes.

Of course, this process is difficult, but he has at least some hazy finished songs in his head compared to ordinary people who have nothing.

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

This is clearly aimed at Zhong Lei's favoritism.

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

But if you become a like-minded comrade, you won't be so cruel, right?

Isn't it beautiful that everyone is a neighbor who goes up and down the stairs, and can learn and progress together?

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

He decided to write down the core of the songs he remembered the most, the important lyrics that could come with his mouth, and hummed them twice first, so as not to go back and forget.

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

"Boring"

[Broken wine glasses, noisy piles of people, in this cold night, there are a few people who are lonely and drunk

You laugh at me for making too much makeup \ I laugh you don't understand \ If you don't blush too much \ how can you sink into a good daydream......]

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

The lyrics and tunes are very immature, but they are very touching under her wonderful voice and perfect emotional burst singing.

The level of creation of this song is not high, and it can create an impact, all because the singer sings it well.

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

At that time, he was deeply touched, but he didn't expect that after more than half a year, the first song he thought of was this song "Boring".

Could it be that the first thing I copied was Zhong Lei's song?

Wouldn't that be a bit too much?

Could it be that she has already written it, but it has not been published?

Wait a minute!

If she hasn't written it now and will write it in the future, does the song represent her state of mind for some time to come?

If I write it and sing it to her, it should make her feel like we're late to see each other, right?

Will she see me as a confidant?

When she sings my song and becomes popular, will my thighs be held steady?

Also, she seems to have just moved in, and she should have just dropped out of school.

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

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

After singing in a bar for a while, she was tired of life, so she wrote this song "Boredom" with the bar as the background of the story?

Chen Feng used his brains, developed a reasoning ability comparable to Edogawa Conan, frantically analyzed the situation, and really gave him a crooked guess.

So I'm starting to write now, and I'll show her in a few days, just in time!

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