Chapter 4

If you want to learn music or collect more other materials, you must first leave the army as soon as possible and become a glorious low-income household.

Although the military training is very strict, it is not compulsory military service in this era, and it is unambiguous to eliminate people.

The reason why Chen Feng appeared in the military camp is that the data of physical test and neural response test are acceptable, which proves that he has the potential to become an excellent soldier.

However, as long as he is unqualified in character and behavior, he will soon be beaten back to his hometown.

Last time he was eliminated because of lack of common sense. This time he won't do it again, but he will deliberately act crazy!

Two months later, Chen Feng succeeded.

He packed his bags and got on the shuttle.

Chen Feng sat by the glass window and waved to his comrades in arms.

With a buzz, the shuttle started.

The figures of comrades in arms on the platform quickly disappeared.

With a long blue tail flame, the shuttle left the military camp at the foot of Mount Everest and went straight to the low-income household settlement thousands of kilometers away.

Chen Feng, who took off his military uniform and put on his regular clothes, wiped the sweat on his forehead and sighed secretly in his heart, but he was eliminated.

The last time he entered a dream, he only persisted in the military camp for a month.

At that time, he had some regrets and didn't want to go. He thought that if he had adapted to the world earlier, he might not have been so miserable in reserve training.

But this time he clearly took the initiative to hope that he would be eliminated, but many things are understood. He really can't make those common sense mistakes again.

On the contrary, he performed much better than last time, and even became friends with several recruits.

When he was eliminated last time, he left alone. This time, several comrades in arms saw him off and felt sorry for his "tragic elimination".

They didn't know that Chen Feng was relieved.

Chen Feng doesn't want the friendship of these people, but he really can't refuse the kindness of others.

How could he bear to tell everyone that all of you, including me, will die in a year?

In the past two months in the military camp, in addition to fishing in daily recruit training, he also used the military database to query a lot of information.

Like last time, he still couldn't find any detailed historical materials, only some very general records.

Chen Feng didn't care about it. Anyway, he didn't expect anything about it. Naturally, he won't be disappointed.

It took Chen Feng three or four days to settle down in the welfare area of low-income households in his hometown.

He "returned home in fine clothes" and no one came to meet him.

He has no old acquaintance in his hometown.

In the real world, although Chen Feng is indifferent to his family, at least he has adoptive parents. This life seems even worse. Except that the files show that he came from Shuzhou, he has no relatives. The whole person seems to jump out of a crack in the stone.

Chen Feng knew that he had only one year to live, but he didn't have any regrets. Instead, he was at leisure.

In the spacious and bright welfare tenant hall, Chen Feng snapped his fingers.

Pop.

He said, "intelligent assistant, from now on, your name is Xiao Wei."

"Good master."

"Xiao Wei, read me all the information about the famous singer Zhong Lei at the beginning of the 21st century."

Less than a second later, a holographic projection light curtain emerged two meters in front of him.

Zhong Lei's detailed information list appeared in front of him.

Basic information, works, famous sayings, anecdotes and so on.

Chen Feng sat on the sofa and the light curtain adjusted automatically. He still kept a distance of one meter and inclined at an angle of 45 to the ground.

Chen Feng glanced at the materials with his eyes and thoughts and said, "prepare lunch for me. I want Chen Feng to open an interview. This is the first interview after Zhong Lei became famous. It happened when she was 26 years old, that is, 2024 in the real world.

At that time, Chen Feng thought about this interview more than ten times.

After all, this is the closest written record to the era in which he lived.

Chen Feng looked at it from beginning to end again.

Three minutes later, he was stunned.

He rubbed his eyes again to make sure he was right.

"No, she didn't answer this question when the reporter asked her before! Did I remember wrong? It's impossible!"

Chen Feng scratched his hair.

It's written in the interview report.

The reporter asked: "now that you have achieved success, do you have anything to say to those newcomers in the industry who are willing to embark on the road of music but are still groping in the dark?"

This is a very common question. Almost every successful person will be asked similar questions in different ways on different occasions.

The standard answer is usually that these successful people give some false encouragement to the younger generation, talk about the weight of the ideal and the significance of persistence.

But Chen Feng clearly remembers that when he last saw this interview, Zhong Lei's answer was only two words, very simple and rough.

"No."

The answer was very personal. It was so cold that it made the reporter quickly change the topic and said that she was as straight as the rumor.

……

But this interview is written like this.

Zhong Lei replied, "music needs talent more than any industry. Before choosing this road, you'd better find out whether you have talent in this field. Otherwise, it's a waste of life."

Reporter: "can't efforts make up for the gap in talent?"

Zhong Lei: "yes, I once had a neighbor five years ago. I only heard him play the guitar for less than half an hour and clearly told him that he had no sense of music. This road was a dead end for him."

Reporter: "did he listen to you? What happened to him?"

Zhong Lei: "I should have listened, because I was never disturbed by the noise. As for what happened to him, I don't know. I'm not familiar with him."

Reporter: "you are as straight as rumors. Let's talk about your new song."

……

The interview behind is as like as two peas.

Chen Feng's expression changes continuously.

He thought to himself, where's the pit father!

The noisy neighbor in Zhong Lei's mouth doesn't mean herself?

I've been practicing guitar for a month and I'm still remembered by her?

Although still unable to leave a name in history, there is more than one symbol, "Zhong Lei, the neighbor without musical talent".

Chen Feng continued to read other materials. In several different versions of Zhong Lei's biographies, she saw her "talent only theory" with her own example.

Combined with various information, it shows that this thing really happened.

A small change a thousand years ago, finally through the medium of Zhong Lei, the influence continued to a thousand years later.

History has indeed been changed.

Of course, the big process and direction have not changed, but there are more irrelevant words in the historical materials related to Zhong Lei.

Although Chen Feng has changed history, his influence is not strong enough. He is easily neutralized and eliminated by the heavy historical torrent.

Turning off the holographic screen, Chen Feng sat on the sofa and thought hard.

He was stunned again.

I can't blame him.

He is either a genius or a mortal. He has too much information and has a high frequency of brain downtime.

Through the changes of historical materials related to Zhong Lei, he realized a new problem.

The real world and one's own dream world, spanning thousands of years, are truly linked.

What the hell is this!

Is my dream a dream or a real reality?

If it's a dream, why do historical materials change?

Why is my touch so real?

What are these immersive, touching and ups and downs movie blockbusters, one of which is better than a classic song, and these immersive games with full texture?

My brain tonic ability can't be so strong.

But if it's true, why do I wake up in my bed after I die?

Shouldn't you die cleanly?

Also, I woke up and came back to reality. Why did I come here in my sleep a month later?

Time went back to October 26, ad 3019, at 8 a.m?

Why did 100000 become 100000 chains and wrap him into a mummy.

Chen Feng has read many online novels, especially those crossing the direction. He has a big nerve and claims to have seen a lot of the world.

Even if he really went through the mysterious world of a strong fighter, he felt that he could accept it.

But the situation he encountered made him completely at a loss.

He was stunned for most of the day until he was hungry.

Chen Feng sighed. With his ordinary qualifications, he really couldn't figure out such a profound and complex philosophical problem.

Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

"Count the ball! It's serious to learn guitar and copy songs quickly!"

Chen Feng ordered Xiaowei to play boring while planing rice.

"Er, by the way, this is Zhong Lei's first song. If I copy it, will I completely reverse her fate and copy her Beethoven?"

"This..."

He hesitated for about ten seconds, and Zhong Lei's annoying face appeared in his mind, quite ugly.

Inexplicably full of bad words and bad words, and the attitude is so stiff that oil and salt can't enter.

I hid from you like a thief and practiced hard for a month. That is, I was hit by you by chance. It's not too late. It's only eight or nine o'clock at night. You have to complain about me.

Chen Feng felt that he didn't owe her anything, but he was treated as an enemy.

Therefore, as soon as he had a faint sense of debt in his heart, he was suddenly beaten by his "conscience", which made his nose and face swollen and stopped.

Copy!

Copy her out. She deserved it!

Who calls her song the closest to 2019, the most consistent style, the highest success rate and the safest?

Anyway, I've tried to lick you hard.

I can't lick it. You don't give me a chance!

Chen Feng has a sense of revenge.

I told you to look down on me.

I'll kill you!