I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Chen Feng smiled suddenly, "Why? I look very optimistic?"

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

"Well, I am indeed a pessimist."

Zhong Lei: "Pessimist?"

Chen Feng nodded, "The degree may be a bit deeper than that of your original celibate."

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

Chen Feng said again: "Who doesn't have dreams? Whose dreams are all beautiful dreams? Are pessimists having nightmares, is it justified? You won't ask me why I am pessimistic? I can't really answer this."

Chen Feng remembered his failure again and again. Those comrades who died in front of him one after another, the child mother who died in battle again and again, and the daughter who failed to be born again and again felt more sentimental.

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

He sighed a long time, "Well, do it often. Once a month, it is indeed a nightmare. It is beyond your imagination, and the dream is continuous, just like a movie that never sees an ending. It is smelly, long and long. Heartbroken dog blood series. I don’t want to remember myself. Don’t ask me what happened in my dream, I don’t want to say it.”

In speaking this, Chen Feng was involuntarily pessimistic.

If the ball-shaped battleship is utterly exhausted, it is found that it is followed by overwhelming, hundreds of millions of intruder battleships, how to deal with it.

The problems that were evaded in the past will always have to be faced sooner or later. Chen Feng can't think of a way for a while, and even the sense of anticipation of winning is gradually disappearing.

He couldn't help but thought, maybe he would fight for countless years to defeat the fleet of compound eyes.

Then counterattack to the opponent's base camp, but found that the self-considered main force fleet was just a trivial advancement in the powerful compound eye civilization that ruled the entire galaxy, and even the larger star field.

What should I do then?

Okay if I can still hold on.

But after the complete annihilation of the compound eyes, will they still have to face the terrible existence of producing and manufacturing solar system barriers?

If the rapid development of mankind is a spectacle of the universe, is the solar system barrier such a wall of sigh that completely despairs all secondary civilizations, is it also a more powerful spectacle of the universe?

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

How big is the universe?

How many civilizations are there in the universe?

Does humanity have any hope of victory?

Will the other party let earth civilization go?

Chen Feng did not know.

But the history of countless internal wars in the history of mankind told him that when a race has to look forward to the kindness of others, it is often catastrophic.

The comrades can still die, but also easy.

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

Although he once said that he would burn up the intruders, he also made up his mind, but with the struggles over and over, especially when the staged victory is in sight, his state of mind is inevitably shaken slightly.

This time he struggled too hard and even felt a sense of collapse when he first came back.

Unconsciously, he began to be tired.

He was really tired.

My heart also relaxed.

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

Suddenly Chen Feng seemed to be pumped out of strength, forgot the paint on his back, and sat on the chair softly.

Zhong Lei looked blankly.

After a long time, he barely smiled and looked up at Zhong Lei, "Sorry, let you see my weak side. I am disgraced."

Zhong Lei shook his head, "Not shameful."

Chen Feng laughed again, "Do you think I am a little hypocritical?"

Zhong Lei rushed up, hugged his head and pressed it against his chest, "I beg you not to laugh! You are not hypocritical! Since you wrote me the first song, I found that you never Real happiness, laughter is just your protective color! Don’t lie to me!"

Feeling the warmth surrounding the face, for a moment, Chen Feng's nose was sour, but he remembered the true teachings of the real man, Tiger Brother.

If Brother Hu, the strongest instructor in human beings, finds himself like this, he must laugh.

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

The more he laughed, the more worried Zhong Lei was, "I will take you to a psychologist."

Chen Feng still smiled and shook his head, "It is difficult for doctors to heal themselves."

"what?"

"I forgot to tell you that I have learned a lot of psychology in my spare time. It seems that I have learned it. The better I learn, the more resistant I am to other psychologists. My situation is difficult to tell, generally The psychologist is useless. It’s not normal, it should be useless."

Zhong Lei tightened his lips, trying to say something to enlighten him, but found that there was no way to speak.

She couldn't guess what a nightmare would be so terrible. She almost wanted to defeat Chen Feng and let him walk on the verge of collapse and determination.

After a long time, Zhong Lei slowly said: "I don't believe there is any nightmare in the world that can last a lifetime. Since your dream is a serial, then there must be a day of the finale."

Chen Feng asked in return, "Why? Maybe the director is so lacking in virtue, and he went to the palace face pat?"

Zhong Lei shook his 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 be reversed. As long as you want to pursue a perfect ending, then the essence of your nightmare is definitely It’s a dream!"

Chen Feng thinks that her words are somewhat reasonable, but he is frustrated that he is not sure whether he can hold the director until the end.

Zhong Lei suddenly said: "I will write a song for you."

"what?"

Chen Feng was a little flustered, how could she chat well, and suddenly she wanted to write a song?

Didn’t the Seven Sword Divine Comes all copied back?

How long has this passed?

She wants to use love to influence me?

Finished!

I don't want to sort out any moths, she made a touching love song that expresses her chest straight but has no connotation.

"No need to cough, let's practice the song in the eighth accent first."

"No! I will write to you now! I want to tell you what a beautiful dream should be! I will pull you out of a nightmare now!"

Zhong Leimang shot the entrance bar next to it, and quickly walked towards the piano in the living room.

Chen Feng stood up and wanted to keep up.

Zhong Lei turned around and pointed at the chair again, "Sit me well."

Chen Feng sat down obediently.

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

A big deal is about to happen.

He wished to hang himself, play melancholy fan if he had nothing to do.

This is all right, begging for a big deal.

Zhong Lei had already closed her eyes and nourished her, not knowing whether she was conceiving rhythm or writing lyrics.

Ten minutes passed.

Zhong Lei is still closing his eyes and raising his mind.

Chen Feng was at a loss.

He stood up.

Zhong Lei suddenly opened his eyes, "Sit down."

Chen Feng sat straight again, pressed his knees with both hands, closed his thighs, and was a little anxious, but as a professional player, he could top.

Zhong Lei had begun to touch out the notebook and write on it.

Chen Feng thought, the lyrics appeared.

At this time, he was even more nervous than when he was facing an intruder battleship. It seemed that some of the betting brothers with a monthly salary of 1,000 had bought a football lottery super double. All the first 13 games were guessed. The last game bought a draw. Feeling stoppage time than zero.

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

Chen Feng sat upset and raised Erlang's legs. Sometimes his left leg changed to his right leg, and he couldn't calm down.

Half is nervous, half is suffocating.

After more than ten minutes, Zhong Lei breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Okay!"

Chen Feng asked: "Write it? What is the song title?"

Zhong Lei grinned, "Let's invite Master Chen Feng to appreciate the new work that this little girl has just finished, "Women in the Sleepwalking Room."

"what!"

Chen Feng froze on the spot.

He knew this song too well.

In the previous timeline, Zhong Lei completed a total of six songs after finishing "Morning Breeze", in addition to creating "You Think I Am Not" at the end of life.

The remaining five songs are the two's wedding song "Hope of Life", and "Dream of Virgo" born in the same month and the following "Zhufeng", "Resume after Life", "No Regrets in This Life".

It seems that the proportion of love songs written to him is slightly higher, and Chen Feng feels a bit stiff about it. Fortunately, Zhong Lei is a pursuer after all, and he hasn’t made out the moths that lowered the realm. These six overall levels and the seven swords Divine Comedy is pretty much the same, with little problems.

But in fact Chen Feng did not like her writing songs for herself like this.

Among these six songs, "The Dream of Virgo" is the imaginative and emotionally accurate "You Think I Am Not" which is his favorite.

So after coming back this time, Chen Feng originally planned to leave her with "You Think I Am Not" at most, and simply sell several other capitals to Lu Wei or Chen Li, He Jiaqi and others, to see if I can return Zhong Lei's creative direction On the right track as he hoped.

Who knows that people are not as good as the sky, he just sold a cute, Zhong Lei thought to do it, then this book should be written after she was married, the mood was completely relaxed, and the mood of hope for the future life was only written out of the "Dream in the House of Women" "Squeezed out ahead of time.

This is good, her inspiration has also been learned, and she is quite unreasonable. It does not give you a chance to copy songs at all.

After all, those who copy songs on other people's faces are retaliated and they copy the songs on their faces.

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

This will definitely make her state of mind and level different from the last timeline, so don't change this favorite one.

Zhong Lei had begun to bounce there, her smart, white, slender fingers, like ten playful and cute elves leaping and jumping on the keys.

The crisp sound of a piano like a mountain stream is coming with a delicate and fairy-like charm.

The prelude of only a moment brings human thinking into the universe of the mysterious and incomprehensible universe.

Chen Feng was stunned first, and immediately fell in love.

It is this taste, but it seems to be slightly different.

Compared with the previous version of "Dream House", Zhong Lei's **** on playing the piano is more erratic, elusive, and more spiritual.

Creations of different ages will always unconsciously engrave the traces of years.

Now 21-year-old Zhong Lei is 40 years younger than the 61-year-old in the last timeline who wrote the song.

Maybe it’s not so skillful in craftsmanship, but the girl’s aura is more full, and it is more in line with the charm that “Wandering Andromeda” should have.~www.ltnovel.com~ With Chen Feng’s current taste ability, only Instantly taste the taste.

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

He couldn't help but feel emotion and intoxication.

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 uses speculation and speculation to describe the starry sky, her words have become more conclusive, and her imagination has become bolder.

That's surging self-confidence and absolute freedom.

The light and lingering voice at the pinnacle is just like the empty valley Yulan, and it seems to take Chen Feng's soul out of the body.

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

As the singing became more and more high-pitched, the transition and change of voice became more and more complicated, and the player closed his eyes tightly and sang one by one.

The listener's thinking is activated to the extreme, as if it were an elf traveling through time and space, walking in the vast mysterious starry sky.

Sometimes overlooking the galaxy, sometimes stepping on the stars, sometimes fascinated by the brilliant star ring, sometimes chasing behind the colorful comet, sometimes playing in the magnificent streamer when the red giant star explodes...

Then it flew further, floated out of the Milky Way, and went to the local galaxy group consisting of the fairy galaxy, the Magellanic Cloud and so on.

This is not the end, but a new beginning.

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

When the space is continuously enlarged, one after another, different and full of mysterious stars are depicted.

Some incredible universe wonders were sung lightly by her lyrics.

But her pace did not stay within the Virgo supercluster. At the end of the song, she aimed at the Rania Kea supercluster again.