Chapter 6

There is a silent picture on TV.

Shot from outer space.

Stars twinkle in the dark and vast space background.

In the distance of the lens, dense conical things float quietly, which is both spectacular and strange.

Chen Feng, who has been in the army for two months, knows these things.

It is the world government that is proud, represents the crystallization of the highest level of human science and technology, and is known as the star fleet that can open the next chapter of the era.

It has reorganized thousands of large carriers, tens of thousands of frigates and nearly 100000 small and medium-sized combat ships.

Next to the fleet, several large space stations are busy producing colonial ships that are said to carry 200000 passengers.

At present, nearly 100 colonial ships have been built. Only after the final reliability verification of life freezing technology and a breakthrough progress are made, 20 million people will enter the colonial ships and officially take the furthest step into space.

Such a huge fleet stacked together looks spectacular.

Suddenly, in the cosmic background, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the fleet.

Then, a little light flickered in space one after another, one after another, almost illuminating the Dark Universe.

This was an explosion. In a very short time, more than 100000 warships exploded together.

In the blink of an eye, the more than 100000 spaceships turned into bright fireworks and completely dissipated in space.

The pictures on TV are hopelessly beautiful.

In the fleet, tens of millions of people lost their lives in an instant.

The most proud force of mankind so far dissipated in an instant.

There was a narrator on TV.

"This is the picture five minutes ago. Our star fleet has been destroyed."

The voice of the narrator was calm, but filled with sadness and despair.

Chen Feng knows who the voice belongs to.

When he was still in the army, he often heard the owner of the voice speak on TV.

This is the current leader of the world government.

As soon as the voice in the TV fell, a huge disc-shaped shadow appeared in the lens from far to near at a very fast speed.

The speed of the shadow's flight is incredible, but no medium for propulsion is sprayed behind its flight path, indicating that the propulsion mode of the shadow is different from all energy technologies mastered by mankind.

This is what Chen Feng saw hanging in the air last time.

After breaking through the fragmentation zone composed of the wreckage of the star fleet, the shadow suddenly stopped in space.

The instantaneous transformation of a giant from extreme motion to extreme stillness completely violated the law of inertia, which made Chen Feng feel extremely uncomfortable. It was like a cat scratching the glass in his ear, making him dizzy, disgusting and vomiting.

Then the TV picture disappeared, leaving only darkness, but the voice of the previous explanation did not stop.

The owner of the voice continued to say in an unspeakable tone, "I'm sorry. We lost the war. We prepared for today for 500 years, but we still lost the war. We can't even... Even a little resistance. I'm sorry..."

The sound faded away.

Four words suddenly appeared on the TV, "signal interruption".

It turned out that these people knew from the beginning that there would be this day.

Star fleet, military system and other systems are all preparations for today.

However, there is a great disparity between the strength of the enemy and ours, just as no matter how strong the ant's nest is, it is futile in the face of the devastating flood.

It's not even a mantis arm in the way of the car.

Feeling it in his heart, Chen Feng's nose suddenly itched. He rubbed it subconsciously. He put down his hand and had a look. The back of his hand was full of sticky red blood. He didn't know when it came out.

Well, that damn thing should have entered the atmosphere?

It's as like as two peas.

The TV exploded without warning, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

Chen Feng's vision turned white again, and the familiar and strange tearing pain surged from all parts of his body again.

Having had an experience, although he had been mentally prepared, he was still unable to resist the pain from his soul.

He fell to the ground slowly.

Before he died, he only vaguely cursed in his heart.

I knew it was. It's no use hiding underground.

……

open one 's eyes.

It's almost dawn again.

Chen Feng lay quietly on the bed, his fingers stroking the bedding, waiting for the pain to ebb and the tide, and his mind was free. He remembered the melodies of boring and deep night twice in his heart.

He sat up slowly, holding his knees in his hands. His thoughts were myriad, and his heart was inexplicably melancholy.

He died so suddenly in his first dream that he didn't know what had happened, so he didn't feel anything.

This time he knew some causes and consequences and was shocked that mankind would really perish in a thousand years. His mood fluctuated a little more.

But in fact, he has no intersection with the world, and there is nothing he can't give up, so he always has a sense of isolation from the world thousands of years later.

Until now, he has not been 100% sure whether it is a reality or a particularly real dream, because there are many unreasonable places in both dream and reality.

But he just couldn't stop feeling sorry for the collapse of the whole human civilization in his heart.

This is also too sad. The whole civilization has worked together for 500 years, but in the end, it still goes up in smoke.

In the vast universe, human beings are too humble and small.

This is an indescribable feeling, with a sense of compassion, but also with a sense of powerlessness to return to the sky, and a bit of regret and loss.

It took Chen Feng a long time to get rid of this complex emotion.

He laughed at himself and thought to himself, what if it was true?

What if mankind really perishes after a thousand years?

What does it have to do with me?

Whether now or a thousand years later, I am just a trivial ordinary person.

What can I change?

What can I do?

I've tried my best to take care of myself.

Chen Feng jumped out of bed and subconsciously said, "Xiao Wei, make me a drink..."

Forget it, why did you make the same mistake again.

Chen Feng shrugged, made his own breakfast, put a cup of hot milk and two steamed stuffed buns into the microwave, and pressed the button.

With a creak, there was a soft crisp sound from the microwave oven.

The ceiling light in the kitchen went out and the power supply tripped.

White smoke rose from behind the microwave oven, and a burning smell filled the kitchen.

The microwave burned.

Having not used the microwave oven for a year, he was a little absent-minded and forgot not to put metal objects in it.

Bad luck, say less than one or two hundred.

Chen Feng murmured and went to the bathroom to wash.

When pouring water into the mouthwash cup, he glanced at the mirror and was stunned to see his slightly pale face in the mirror.

He remembered clearly that his previous skin color was not like this.

Although the apartment housekeeper is not a high-intensity outdoor work, he often walks around outside.

Chen Feng's original body is not too strong, but he is not thin. His skin color is also very standard, not yellow or white.

But the face in the mirror is morbid pale. At first glance, it is a serious sub-health state caused by not going out for too long and lack of exercise and sunlight.

Chen Feng wondered.

I just slept all night. What's going on?

Did I inherit the physical changes in my dream to the outside?

This time he hardly went out of the door in his dream.

Anyway, Xiao Wei will get everything ready. He also knows that she will die sooner or later. It doesn't matter whether she exercises or not.

So in the dream, his health and skin color have indeed changed in the next two or three months.

Considering that there was no difference between before and after waking up last time, he thought it would be the same this time, so he didn't pay attention at all.

Now he knows why.

Last time when he was a low-income earner, although he was also addicted to pleasure, he didn't shut himself in his room as a dead house, but went out to play ball games and run with people from time to time.

After all, last time he also thought about the beautiful girls in other low-income households and maintained appropriate exercise, so the skin color did not change significantly before and after.

But this time, I trained a little better as a reserve soldier for two months, but then I stayed in the house for ten months. It was still the kind of dead house that didn't see the sun. There was something wrong with the house.

Chen Feng rubbed his face and then squeezed his fist. He felt a little weak.

Forget it. Next, pay more attention and resume the habit of running this month.

However, you should copy the song before that.

Chen Feng took a day off and shut himself in the door all day. He didn't even eat lunch. He wrote the complete arrangement of two songs by hand bit by bit in the computer.

Now he hasn't mastered the skills of digital composition, so he can only complete it by hand.

Although it was a little hard, looking at the notebook full of music scores, Chen Feng's heart was unprecedentedly enriched.

The sun was setting outside the window, and the glow of the sunset came in through the window and shone on the black artificial leather cover of the notebook, reflecting a hazy glow.

Chen Feng gently rubbed the cover and was full of expectation.

No matter whether I still have this dream or not in the future, can I copy more songs? As long as I operate these two songs well, my destiny will always be different, right?

When I earn the first pot of gold, what can I do with it?

How much can I earn from my first pot of gold?