I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 280

Chen Feng suddenly smiled bitterly, "why? I look very happy?"

Zhong Lei looked at his slightly bitter face and thought about it carefully for a moment, "it seems not."

"Well, I'm really a pessimist."

Zhong Lei: "pessimist?"

Chen Feng nodded. "The degree may be deeper than your original celibate."

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

Chen Feng added, "who doesn't dream? Whose dreams are all beautiful dreams? Is it not natural for pessimists to have nightmares? You won't ask me why I am pessimistic? 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 child's mother who died in the war again and again, and the daughter who failed to be born again and again.

Zhong Lei noticed his change and gradually became serious. "Do you really have nightmares often?"

He sighed, "well, often. Once a month, it's really a nightmare. It's more real than you think, and the dream is continuous. It's like a smelly, long and cruel dog blood series that can never see the end. I don't want to recall it myself. Don't ask me what happened in my dream, I don't want to say much."

When he said this, Chen Feng was really pessimistic.

If you work hard to kill the ball warship, but find that it is followed by an overwhelming number of hundreds of millions of invaders, how can you deal with yourself.

The problems avoided in the past must be faced sooner or later. Chen Feng couldn't think of a way for a while, and even his sense of expectation of winning gradually dissipated.

He couldn't help thinking that maybe he could defeat the fleet of the compound eye for countless years.

Then they counter attack to the other party's base camp, but they find that the enemy's main fleet is just a trivial advance in the powerful compound eye civilization that dominates the whole galaxy and even the larger star domain.

So what?

Well, if I can hold on.

But after the complete destruction of the compound eye, will it still face the terrible existence of producing and creating the solar system barrier?

If the rapid development of mankind is a cosmic wonder, is the solar system barrier, a sigh wall that makes secondary civilizations completely desperate, also a more powerful cosmic wonder?

At the higher level of civilization, how many incomparable, unpredictable, unpredictable and malicious high-level civilizations are there?

How big is the universe?

How many civilizations are there in the universe?

Does mankind have the hope of winning the war?

Will the other party let go of earth civilization?

Chen Feng doesn't know.

But countless internal wars in human history told him that when a race had to rely on the kindness of others for its survival, it often ushered in disastrous consequences.

It's easy for comrades in arms to die.

But once Chen Feng put on his war clothes and set foot on the battlefield, he was destined to face the endless lonely war.

Although he once said that he would burn out the invaders and made up his mind, his state of mind inevitably wavered a little as he struggled again and again, especially when phased victory was in sight.

This time he fought too hard and even felt a sense of collapse when he woke up.

Before he knew it, he began to get tired.

He's really tired.

My heart is relaxed.

Relaxation gives depression an opportunity, so he is easily aroused by the topic of nightmare.

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

Zhong Lei stared.

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

Zhong Lei shook her head, "no shame."

Chen Feng smiled again. "Do you think I'm a little hypocritical?"

Zhong Lei rushed up fiercely and hugged his head and pressed it on her chest. "I beg you not to laugh! You are not hypocritical! Since you wrote the first song for me, I found that you have never been really happy. Laughter is just your protective color! Don't lie to me!"

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

If tiger, the strongest instructor of human beings, finds himself like this, he must laugh off his big teeth.

He gently broke free and continued to laugh, "it's okay, I can carry it."

The more he smiled, the more worried Zhong Lei was, "let me take you to see a psychologist."

Chen Feng still smiled and shook his head, "it is difficult for a doctor to cure himself."

"What?"

"I forgot to tell you that I learned a lot of psychology in my spare time, but it seems that I failed. The better I learn, the stronger my resistance to other psychologists. It's hard to tell me. Ordinary psychologists are useless. If they are not ordinary, they should be useless."

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

She could not guess what nightmare would be so terrible that she almost defeated Chen Feng and let him swim on the edge of collapse and firmness.

After a long time, Zhong Lei said slowly, "I don't believe there are any nightmares in the world that can last a lifetime. Since your dream is a series, there will be a big ending."

Chen Feng asked, "why? Maybe the director is so wicked that he will enter the palace as soon as he shoots it?"

Zhong Lei shook her head, "because you are the director. As long as you don't want to enter the palace, the story will have a happy ending. All stories will have a reversal. As long as you want to pursue a perfect ending, the essence of your nightmare must be a beautiful dream!"

Chen Feng thought her words were somewhat reasonable, but he was depressed. He was not sure whether he could last as a director.

Zhong Lei suddenly said, "let me write you a song."

"Ah?"

Chen Feng was suddenly a little flustered. How could she talk well? Suddenly she began to want to write songs?

Haven't you copied back all the seven swords Divine Comedy?

How long has it been?

She wants to influence me with love?

be finished!

I don't want to make any moths. She makes a touching love song that expresses her feelings directly but has no connotation. That history will be crooked on the spot.

"Cough, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"No! I'll write it for you now! I'll tell you what a dream should be like! I'll pull you out of the nightmare now!"

Zhong Lei clapped the bar next to her and walked quickly to the piano in the living room.

Chen Feng stood up and wanted to follow.

Zhong Lei turned and pointed to the chair again. "Sit down for me."

Chen Feng sat down.

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

Something big is going to happen.

He wants to hang himself. He has nothing to do and plays a melancholy fan.

Well, there's a big deal going on for benevolence.

Over there, Zhong Lei has begun to close her eyes. I don't know whether she is conceiving rhythm or writing words.

Ten minutes have passed.

Zhong Lei is still closing her eyes.

Chen Feng was at a loss.

He stood up.

Zhong Lei suddenly opened her eyes, "sit down."

Chen Feng sat upright again, his hands on his knees and his thighs closed tightly. He was a little anxious, but as a professional player, he could hold the top.

Over there, Zhong Lei has begun to touch 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' warships. It was like that some gambling brothers with a monthly salary of 1000 bought a super double of football lottery. They guessed all the first 13 games and bought a draw in the last game. The two sides entered injury stoppage time zero to zero.

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

Chen Feng was uneasy to sit and stand. He crossed his legs and sometimes changed his left leg to his right leg. He couldn't calm down.

Half nervous, half suffocating.

More than ten minutes later, Zhong Lei breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "OK!"

Chen Feng asked, "did you write it? What's the name of the song?"

Zhong Lei grinned. "Now please enjoy master Chen Feng's new work, sleepwalking Virgo, which this little woman has just completed."

"What!"

Chen Feng was stunned on the spot.

He knows this song too well.

In the last timeline, Zhong Lei completed six songs after completing the morning breeze, in addition to the dying creation of you think I'm not here.

The other five songs are their marriage song "life hope", and "sleepwalking Virgo" born in the same month, followed by "chasing the wind", "continuation of the afterlife" and "no regrets in this life".

It seems that the proportion of love songs written to him is slightly high. Chen Feng feels a little stiff about it. Fortunately, Zhong Lei is a person who has a pursuit after all. She didn't make too many Yao moths who are depressed by you and me. The overall level of these six songs is very different from the Divine Comedy of seven swords. There's no problem.

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

Among the six songs, the imaginative "sleepwalking Virgo" and the most accurate emotional "you think I'm not here" are his favorites.

So after returning this time, Chen Feng originally planned to only leave her "you think I'm not here" at most. He simply sold several other capitals to Lu Wei or Chen Li, he Jiaqi and others to see if he could get Zhong Lei's creative direction back on the right track.

Who knows that people are not as good as heaven. He just sold it. Zhong Lei thought of doing it, so she squeezed out in advance the sleepwalking Virgo, which should have been written in her mood of complete relaxation and full of hope for her future life after she got married.

That's good. Her inspiration was also refined. She was completely unreasonable. She came immediately and didn't give a chance to copy songs at all.

Those who ride other people's faces to copy songs will eventually suffer retribution, and those who ride their faces will cut off the way to copy songs.

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

This will definitely make her mood and level different from the last timeline. Don't change her favorite song.

Over there, Zhong Lei has begun to play. Her smart, white and slender fingers are like ten playful and lovely elves playing and jumping on the keys.

Like the crisp sound of a mountain stream, it comes with an elegant charm like an immortal.

The prelude of a moment brings people's thinking into the cosmic space of mysterious things.

Chen Feng was stunned and immediately absorbed.

It tastes like this, but it seems a little different.

Compared with the previous version of sleepwalking Virgo, Zhong Lei's fingering of playing the piano is more erratic, unpredictable and spiritual.

The creation of different ages will always unconsciously engrave the traces of years.

At the age of 21, Zhong Lei is 40 years younger than the 61 year old who wrote this song in the previous timeline.

Maybe she is not so proficient in her exquisite skills, but the girl's aura is more sufficient and more in line with the charm of sleepwalking Andromeda.

With Chen Feng's current taste ability, he can taste it in a flash.

Instead of going astray, it sublimated in advance.

He could not help feeling and intoxication.

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

Chen Feng was shocked again. The lyrics were different and became more confident.

She no longer used the tone of speculation and speculation to describe the stars, her words became more conclusive and her imagination became more bold.

That is surging self-confidence and absolute carefree.

The light voice at the peak is like a valley orchid, which seems to fly out of the body with Chen Feng's soul.

Chen Feng did not resist at all and took the initiative to enter.

As the singing becomes more and more loud, the turning and changing sounds become more and more complex and changeable. The performer closes his eyes and plays and sings.

The listener's thinking is activated to the extreme, as if incarnating the spirit shuttling through time and space, wandering in the vast mysterious starry sky.

Sometimes overlooking the galaxy, sometimes stepping on the stars, sometimes intoxicated in the brilliant star rings, sometimes chasing after the streamer comet, sometimes playing in the gorgeous streamer when the red giant star explodes

Then he flew farther out of the Milky way and went to the local galaxy group composed of Andromeda galaxy and Magellanic Cloud.

This is not the end, just a new beginning.

She went to the Virgo supercluster, which is the height of the song.

When space is constantly enlarged, one different and mysterious stars are depicted.

Some incredible wonders of the universe were softly sung by her lyrics.

But her steps did not stop in the Virgo supercluster. At the end of the song, she aimed her eyes at the Rania Kea supercluster.

The singing stopped, but her universe did not end, leaving only a lingering rhyme in people's hearts. After a long time, it was still inspiring people to take the initiative to imagine.

This is what the universe looks like in the artist's mind.

There is no need to consider science, just to take you to see how beautiful the universe is.

Just let you, who lives on the earth, see the endless sky in her heart.

Chen Feng was completely stupid.

Zhong Lei did not deliberately pursue knowledge.

She has accumulated 99% of her talent in music, perhaps only some ordinary people's level of scientific literacy.

But this time, she seems to be a little idealistic in sleepwalking Virgo, which is quite similar to many phenomena that can be captured by super telescopes in the 31st century.

She really "saw" the universe.

Others don't know, Chen Feng knows.

He had to be shocked.

He looked at Zhong Lei's eyes, a bit like looking at a fairy.

It burst.

He had imagined before that there was no limit to human imagination.

But he thought he would never find conclusive evidence.

Now he knows that the evidence lives in front of him.

You're afraid of being a monster!