Chapter 2

His mind was in a mess, which made Chen Feng out of shape all day.

Fortunately, the work content of the apartment housekeeper is very simple, mechanical and has no technical content. It's just a mixture.

And today, Chen Feng was lucky. There were no troublesome things. He only dealt with a few small things.

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

He tried his best to recall everything in his dream. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it was.

As a "Strider", to understand a world, of course, is to understand the history of the world first.

In his dream, he spent a lot of time on this.

He divides the history of the dream world in two by the time point of his life.

In the first half as like as two peas, the dream world is completely duplication with the real world.

After waking up, he thought that the dream itself was based on his own world outlook, so the first half of history and real history must overlap.

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

Chen Feng has no bottom at all, because the second half of the historical materials he can find are very sketchy and have no reference value. Even the detailed level of junior middle school history textbooks is not as good as that of junior middle school history textbooks.

A hundred years of time is summed up in one sentence. The span is too large. It seems that it is artificially covered with a layer of fog. 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... None of them.

When Chen Feng was still in his dream, he couldn't understand it. Saving some historical materials didn't take up much hard disk, but there was no hard disk.

When he first woke up and sorted his thoughts, he thought for a long time and came to a frustrating conclusion.

This "history" is false and is a dream based on one's own world outlook.

Start a dream, the content depends on the brain, of course.

Since history has been mended in his dreams, his dream of making a fortune by using the prophets has been dashed.

But the songs he listened to, the novels he read, the movies he saw and the games he played when he was a low-income household in his dream were more real and perfect one by one.

The detailed entertainment resources form a sharp contrast with the hazy historical data, which is unimaginable.

Chen Feng doesn't think he has the talent to engage in creation at all, but how can the entertainment made up by his brain be so detailed?

I can't figure it out.

He had planned to forget if he couldn't figure it out. He threw himself into work and regained his real life. As a result, he pushed open the door and bumped into Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng didn't know her at all, didn't know what she looked like, and didn't know her origin. There was no possibility of making up this person.

But this has also left its name in the historical data of the outline of the dream world, and is a great man who has been famous for thousands of years in the field of art and entertainment.

She's by her side now!

Without any precaution, she appeared so stiff and domineering.

Chen Feng can't calm down.

He began to take the initiative to believe that everything in his dream was true.

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

Only because their friendship is too shallow, Zhong Lei soared to heaven, but Chen Feng can't even rub the heat and leave a name.

Chen Feng didn't know that before and didn't like dealing with strangers.

But now with this great discovery, how can he be indifferent?

Compare your heart to your heart. Do Leonardo Picasso or Du Fu's neighbors want to know if they can keep their name in history?

Chen Feng is also a mortal. After all, he doesn't have and can't do the idea of being taller and high-tech, but it's silly to let go of the shortcut to success like holding his thigh!

That's not the general thick thigh, that's Beethoven living in the contemporary age!

Now they are upstairs and downstairs neighbors of the same apartment. They share the same apartment gate. Rounding is equal to cohabiting roommates. They get the month first. Chen Feng thinks he has a great chance.

At the age of 21, Zhong Lei is still an unemployed vagrant who has just dropped out of college. It will be four years before she can accumulate a little wealth.

When we meet at the end of time, our friendship is sincere enough.

Not to mention being a boyfriend and girlfriend, as long as you deliberately get close, and then boo the cold and ask the warm, and become a heart to heart friend, you can always get her in the future.

He didn't expect to be famous in history. He just wanted to pull himself when Zhong Lei was free after taking off in the future.

Making up his mind, Chen Feng began to think about how to make friends with Zhong Lei.

He conceived many ways of talking in his mind.

But before long, he was a little crazy.

Because of his relatively special family background, he was very lonely from childhood, not very good at social networking, and few serious friends.

Let him take the initiative to approach a heterosexual, even if the purpose is not to pick up girls, it is a little difficult for people to adapt.

Chen Feng's heart is bitter. Forget it. The boat will be straight at the end of the bridge. We'll be flexible at that time.

After the company meeting, Chen Feng had a light meal outside and went home.

When I got home, it was about 7:30. I opened the door and saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs and bumping into each other.

She still looked a little confused. She must have slept all day.

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

The conversation was a little stiff in the morning. Chen Feng smiled awkwardly and said, "good evening."

Suddenly he greeted Zhong Lei. She seemed a little uncomfortable and turned to look at him.

"Oh. Good evening."

Zhong Lei held it in her mouth for about ten seconds before she said a word.

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

Chen Feng was quite satisfied with this. At least the two sides rarely reached the first serious chat.

If you are an experienced social player, you will probably know to stop when you are good and continue to chat up next time.

But Chen Feng didn't think so much. He opened his mouth and asked, "by the way, where are you going in the evening?"

Zhong Lei was stunned at first, and then suddenly looked like a cat trampled on its tail. Her expression suddenly turned cold and said hard, "mind your shit."

She rolled her eyes, even her mouth, and walked away.

The conversation is more stiff than in the morning.

Chen Feng was stunned.

He doesn't even know what he did wrong.

Although they are strangers to each other, they can be regarded as neighbors. They look up and don't look down. Is that so?

"Crazy. I took the wrong medicine!"

Several minutes later, Chen Feng calmed down.

Back in his room, he was still very angry.

On the other hand, Zhong Lei took a taxi to a high-end bar in the middle of Hanzhou.

She was at loggerheads with her family because she dropped out of school.

This means that from now on, she has to learn to survive alone, so she got a job as a resident singer in a bar.

She doesn't like the job at all.

As an academic music and art student, she is very proud. She thinks that the job of bar singer is very low and regards it as a disgrace, but life must continue. Even if she is disgusted, she can recognize it by holding her nose.

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

Even if Chen Feng's expression was serious, she felt that Chen Feng seemed to see through his work, and his smile was ironic and teasing.

He was deliberately making fun of the fact that he came out late and came home early. He was doing an improper job.

That's why Zhong Lei reacted so much that she was still sulking when she was sitting in the car.

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

The wishful thinking of holding his thigh had just begun to play, and he suffered Waterloo, which made Chen Feng slightly frustrated.

Zhong Lei is too eccentric and moody. She is more lonely than herself. She is very difficult to deal with. She gives people a feeling that cows can't eat pumpkins.

"Or forget it?" Chen Feng said to himself.

But he was unwilling.

That's one of the top 100 people in the Millennium art history!

Although the entertainment industry is now developed, there are many stars like dogs, and it's useless to walk around with big names.

In the first 50 years of the 21st century, there are many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters and writers at home and abroad. However, in the Millennium art history, only Zhong Lei and a few others can rank in the top 100!

How great this is.

One or two of them have not been born yet. Chen Feng can't approach their parents in advance.

Even if he can do it, when these people make achievements, Chen Feng is almost seventy-eight.

Several others have become famous for a long time. 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 some painters who are down and out now. Chen Feng can easily get close to them.

But painters know that they are unknown when they live and will be increasingly sought after after after they die.

For example, after 300 years of death, the world finally recognized his artistic achievements.

For three hundred years, neither Chen Feng nor the painter could afford to wait.

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

"It's said that genius and madness are just a thin line apart. It seems natural that Zhong Lei can achieve such achievements and has some Mavericks in her character."

With this in mind, he forgave Zhong Lei.

Since it doesn't work, change your mind and save the country.

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

After careful weighing, he slowly came up with new ideas.

He decided to copy the song.

Anyway, the whole year spent in my dream is deserted. I only care about playing all day. I have seen a lot of leisure and entertainment works such as TV, film, novels, games and songs. It's better to use waste.

It's wrong to think about forcibly holding your thighs. You have to take the initiative to explore your own advantages.

First make yourself strong, and then let the thighs of the chicks take the initiative to hold themselves!

The works I have seen in my dream are my own advantages!

What shall I copy?

The volume of films and TV dramas is too large to realize.

novel?

There were so many words that most of them only vaguely remembered the vague plot that he couldn't recite it.

Barely write a novel according to a vague plot?

Don't be kidding. There are so many words and it's tiring to write novels. It's not necessarily popular at this time. The input-output ratio is too low.

Moreover, everyone's own hand written words are destined to have different personal characteristics.

The same thing, let different people speak, the taste is also very different.

Chen Feng knows himself very well. At least he is not the material at present, and so is the script.

As for the development of games, it is more absurd and funny. The investment is not small. With the current level of science and technology, he can't develop those high-end games he has played.

Therefore, considering various factors, the simplest and easiest way to realize is to copy songs.

It's a pity that Chen Feng didn't come from art and never studied music before,

Even though he listened to those songs many times, now he can barely recall some melodies, hum a few words intermittently and out of tune.

But you have to try.

Chen Feng made a schedule. He first tried his best to recall the most impressive songs, learned the basic music theory, and tried to restore the songs with the simplest tunes as much as possible.

Of course, this process is difficult, but he has at least some hazy songs in his mind than ordinary people who have nothing.

Copying songs has another advantage that can't be ignored.

This is clearly what Zhong Lei likes.

Now we are still strangers, so it's so difficult to get close.

But if you become like-minded comrades, you won't be so cruel, will you?

Isn't it beautiful that we are neighbors upstairs and downstairs and can learn and make progress together?

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

He decided to write down the most important lyrics in his most memorable song that can come at once. He hummed them twice to avoid forgetting.

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

Boring

[broken wine glasses, noisy people piled up in this cold night, and several people were drunk alone

You laugh, I wear too much makeup, I laugh, you cannot read, if not more blush, how can you sink into a good dream?

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

The lyrics and tunes are very young, but they are very moving under the interpretation of her wonderful voice and perfect emotional burst singing.

The creation level of this song is not high and can cause influence. It all depends on the singer's good singing.

This song, when Chen Feng first listened to it, seemed to be sung out of loneliness and loneliness as a hard pressed office worker in real life.

At that time, he felt very deeply. Unexpectedly, after more than half a year, the first thing he thought of was this song "boring".

Did I copy Zhong Lei's song first and foremost?

Is this a little too much?

Would she have written it, but not published it?

wait!

If she hasn't written it yet and will write it in the future, does this song represent her mood in the next period?

If I write it and sing it to her, should it make her feel like it's too late to meet?

Will she treat me as a confidant?

Then she will sing my song red. Will my thigh hold steady?

Also, she seems to have just moved in. 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 bars. Combined with her resume, is she a resident singer in the bar?

After singing songs in the bar for a period of time, she was tired of life, so she wrote this "boring" with the bar as the story background?

Chen Feng used his brain to expand his reasoning ability comparable to Edogawa Conan, crazy analysis of the situation, and really got him right.

So I start writing now and show her in a few days. It's time!

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