I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 394: It’s hard to write love songs

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

He has a feeling that in a certain timeline that he cannot reach, it is actually unlikely that he will leave the country for Los Angeles on May 28, 2020.

And it seems that the real reality is in that timeline, but unfortunately I can't go there.

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

His world is too small and fragile to think about certain things.

Chen Feng no longer stayed at the star-rated hotel opposite Mason College, but went straight to the villa area in Newport Beach.

A luxury villa worth 10 million US dollars, the living experience is different.

By the way, he bought not just the building, but the entire small team of housekeepers serving around the 0.91-acre mansion, as well as a sports car and a high-end car in the garage business car.

When he arrived, it was in the evening, the sunset was sloping west, and the afterglow was pouring over the pool.

Chen Feng crossed Erlang's legs comfortably, lying on his back beside the pool.

There are some Chinese gourmet cold dishes on the small table beside him, and the butler in the kitchen is busy with a team of eight chefs invited from a famous Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles.

Master Chen once again said that life in capitalism is so corrupt.

In addition to consuming nearly $100,000 in maintenance costs every month, this villa has to pay a lot of taxes.

Let's talk about his dinner service team, who prepared twelve dishes together. The labor cost and material cost combined, his meal 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 two dishes and one soup like ordinary people, not to mention there are other people tonight.

Not long after, Zhong Lei came here in the car of the female bodyguard.

When she walked into the manor, she saw Chen Feng sitting by the swimming pool and sunbathing. She walked over and said with a smile, "I really thought you wouldn't enjoy life."

Chen Feng spread his hands, "How can this be called enjoying life, it's just a full meal."

Zhong Lei sat down, picked up the finger-sized dessert in front of her eyes, and said while eating: "So many people around you to serve a meal, isn't it called enjoyment?"

Chen Feng said without hesitation: "Compared with the 31st century, this so-called enjoyment is not a problem at all. Every ordinary person has the help of artificial intelligence and manufacturing equipment in their daily life, if they want to eat a good meal, etc. Just a few seconds, whatever you want. It can even be fed to your mouth by an intelligent robot.”

Zhong Lei imagined the scene, and then looked at the staff who were rushing out to bring the dishes not far away, but she sighed, "The future is very good. I envy you."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "If there are no intruders, then it will be truly enviable."

Zhong Lei suddenly asked, "Is the medical level in the future very developed?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

"Is there a term for terminal illness?"

"Almost none. Except for those who died of premature aging due to overwork and consumption, basically no one died of illness."

Zhong Lei rubbed her nose, "It's so good..."

There was something wrong in her tone, very sentimental.

Chen Feng recalled her life history recorded in the history books, but she was not surprised.

Zhong Lei was born into an average family. Her parents were ordinary workers, not professional music practitioners.

Her enlightenment teacher was none other than her grandfather.

Her grandfather is good at playing the erhu, and can also play a variety of ethnic musical instruments such as the guzheng and the matouqin.

But her grandfather left very early and died of an illness before she was ten years old.

This is a regret in Zhong Lei's life.

A few minutes later, the dishes fill 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.

Lei Zhong mainly cares about four things.

Did I finish "Mororwind" faster in my life, did I write better songs, did the two get married as promised, and how was their life after marriage?

Chen Feng said it pick and choose.

He didn't lie, "It did get done faster. But your other new work..."

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng said truthfully: "There are not many new additions, only two songs. The quality has not declined, and the level is basically the same as "Self-Burning", "Burning Fire", "The Hard-edged", and "Sleepwalking Virgo"."

Zhong Lei was dumbfounded for a moment, "Is that so? It seems that I also have a day when Jiang Lang's talents are exhausted."

"I can't say that your talents are exhausted. I think you are probably in a predicament, so you limit the breadth of your creations."

Zhong Lei frowned slightly, "Dilemma?"

"Yes. I want to..."

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

"Okay."

Zhong Lei began to mutter to herself while deliberating.

"I didn't decline, so I could have written a similar amount and level of new work, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "This has no impact on your historical status. With "Morning Wind" as the base, it is as stable as Mount Tai."

Zhong Lei shook her head, "Historical status is meaningless."

After a long time, she gradually straightened out her thoughts and analyzed: "Although the styles of the songs I wrote in the past are different, their scope is also narrow. The themes are basically inspiring themes in popular popular vocal music." /

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes. But your singing style and soundtrack structure are more complicated, not chord splicing like others. You can create chord combinations with your own personal characteristics in almost every song. So in the future , your songs are probably both popular and classical."

Zhong Lei blushed, "This lifts me up too high. The definition of classical music in a broad sense is that it has super-era universality, eternal artistic value and the highest performance in the field of music and art in a certain period. Music must become a model in the same generation, and still have high guiding significance and appreciation value in future generations. Only then can it be called classical music.”

Chen Feng spread his hands, "Isn't that what you are talking about?"

Zhong Lei blushed even more.

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

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Hmmmm."

"That is, when I try to re-create after completing "Morrowind", because I know the future, I will be dominated by a sense of responsibility, deliberately limit my creative space, and focus on writing more inspirational subject matter. But I've done my best in the same genre, it's like repeating myself, so my production has declined."

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

"I was able to guarantee the output before, probably because I was more free and free to do whatever I wanted. When I got tired of walking on one road, I immediately turned to other directions, such as love songs. But this time I didn't write it again. Love-themed songs. I think it's related to the fact that you have moved too many of this theme before, and you yourself have shown a clear dislike for this theme."

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

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

"And then, I deliberately suppressed my inspiration for love songs, right? This eventually led to a sharp drop in production, as well as a decline in other narrative and landscape works."

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

"Don't be nervous, I don't blame you. These are my own choices, and they didn't happen to me, so I don't need to hold you accountable."

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

He originally hoped that Zhong Lei would write more love songs this time, so he 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 this kind of combination efficiency is high, but people lose their mutual dependence, and it is easier to give up when faced with a desperate situation?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to think about it."

"That's right."

"But don't get your hopes up too much. Deliberately doing something may not be able to do it well. You still have to feel it when you write a song. Otherwise, if I force myself to write it, it's only possible. It’s just a slobber song that’s been recited for a while, but it doesn’t make much sense.”

When it comes to creating, Chen Feng has a say in front of ordinary people, but he has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei. Basically, she can only say what she says.

Chen Feng replied: "So you should focus on "Moror Wind" first, and other things will follow your fate. A little bit of Buddhism is better."

"Well, I'll go back and try some other creative ideas, make more pure music, or try a symphony or a separate instrumental piece. I'll try it all, maybe it will inspire more inspiration."

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

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

Chen Feng began to pick and choose to tell stories with her in line drawing. The general idea was that we lived well, and I didn't go bankrupt. After being together for a hundred years, I was very happy.

For most of the time, Chen Feng was eating and talking. Zhong Lei, who was full first, listened cheerfully, and her smiling eyes kept falling on him.

Unwittingly, when the moon was on its third pole, Chen Feng spoke of Zhong Lei's last words before his death.

"You said at the time, 'You're so happy too. We'll be together in this life, and we'll be together in the next. You go to funerals a lot more than the average person, but you're also much happier. Next time you come back , tell me more about us. I want to experience this happiness too.'"

Zhong Lei covered her mouth and smiled, expressing her disbelief, "It's impossible for me to say such disgusting words."

Although her mouth is sophistry, the smile on her face is even stronger.

Obviously it's just a love story, but I can listen to different stories in several lifetimes.

Is there a more romantic life in the world?

Chen Feng knew that she was just being stubborn, and shrugged, "Your sophistry is invalid, it is written in all history books."

"It was made up by someone else to beautify my image. I don't believe it anyway." Zhong Lei picked up her hand and looked very arrogant.

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

Zhong Lei pinched her chin with her fingers and muttered, "I'll think about it. I'll think about what I should say when the time comes. This time I have to prepare my lines first, and they will be included in the history book, so I have to be aggressive. up."

Chen Feng said you are so boring.

A moment later, Zhong Lei said seriously: "I think I should criticize you, because you don't need to worry about me at all. After the technical conditions are mature, you can complete Jinyiwei No. 9 several years ahead of schedule, and then start early. I I hope you can do your thing better. I don't want to hold you back. I'm not such a weak woman. As long as the time is right, you can leave quickly for me. The farther you go, the better. You don't have to wait for me. die."

Chen Feng was stunned for a while, then sighed, "It seems that everyone's life should be divided into stages. Maybe now you do think so, in the future of the previous timeline, you may be the same at a certain age. I thought about it, but in the end your last words were like that."

Zhong Lei was not stubborn this time.

She held up the glass of juice in front of her again, her eyes slightly hazy, "That's right, so some things should be done when you are young. Otherwise, when you are old, it may be too late to try again. Everyone gets old. ."

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

Chen Feng vaguely heard something strange.

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

"Ah? Don't go? What do you mean? Why?"

"Because it's unnecessary. I already know where the traveler has gone. It's a done deal and can't be found."

His tone was relaxed, but Zhong Lei was shocked.

After a few seconds, Zhong Lei asked tentatively, "You mean it can't be avoided?"

"Yes."

"Hiss..." Zhong Lei began to inhale through gritted teeth.

Of course she knows what that means.

The shortcut is gone.

The future is even more hopeless.

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

"You're stronger."

"Hmm."

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

Zhong Lei is looking at him.

He must feel that those who try to find shortcuts are vulnerable.

Learning to let go of fantasy makes you stronger.

Since I couldn't find a shortcut, I continued to rush forward.

Zhong Lei stood up and hugged his head from behind.

She wanted to say something, but felt it was unnecessary.

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

The two decided to make a score together first, and took out the two songs and studied them carefully.

The names of the songs are quite simple, they are "Forward" and "Break the Vessel".

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

Chen Feng is now very fast, and can use software to arrange music in less than ten minutes.

He rubbed his temples, "I'm a little sleepy. I need to go to 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 wasn't her sleep time yet.

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

Two hours later, Zhong Lei stared blankly at the screen of Chen Feng's computer, covering her mouth with her hands, her face was red, and her heartbeat was fast.

What's on the screen is not a score, but some unspeakable picture.

She had already read the sheet music and tried to sing a cappella.

It's nice, but it doesn't inspire her any more.

Then she started wandering around Chen Feng's computer bored.

She wants to know more about Chen Feng.

Of course, she didn't intend to find any real secrets on this computer.

After all, this is Master Chen's computer in Los Angeles, and it's connected to the Internet. Don't forget to put important information on it.

Chen Feng forgot one thing~IndoMTL.com~ This computer syncs all the documents he copied from the hard drive of the old computer he used in college.

It's in stock.

A college student, who is not full of vigor.

Who didn't stock up.

It's human nature.

As a result, Zhong Lei just clicked on a few videos at random, and then she saw the picture that made her "hot eyes".

After all, she has been in the nightclub and has seen the warm and cold players in the world. Zhong Lei doesn't talk about the old rivers and lakes, she still understands men.

So she can't say how angry she is, but a little excited.

This guy is actually a normal person.

I almost thought you were going to be immortal.