Chapter 95

Chen Feng decisively changed his mind, went back to his room, sorted out all the more than ten songs he had taken time to write down in the past, and then waited for the time to represent serum failure in an uneasy mood.

Three and a half hours passed.

He had spent more than three hours on himself, but he didn't fall asleep.

Nothing changed, as if he should have been in this state.

It shows that the effect of serum has been solidified into normal in him.

After a short period of excitement and ecstasy and an understatement of taking a cold bath, Chen Feng, a "moderate" player who failed to change his face, began to do some intelligence tests for himself.

About two hours later, he finished several sets of IQ test papers and came to a conclusion.

In a way, I'm getting smarter.

The high concentration of attention and the more excited brain response during active thinking make his thinking speed faster and he can get the answers he wants more quickly.

Some conventional calculations, such as mental arithmetic, oral arithmetic and other logical analysis abilities, have also been comprehensively strengthened.

Of course, he has not become the kind of quantum wave in film and television works. Reading a college physics textbook can compare with Einstein's freak.

He is still a mortal. What he didn't know before, he still doesn't know now.

If he wants to never become a master, he still needs to learn. His ability to understand a new thing has not been improved, but his thinking speed has been improved.

Gifted children in mathematics learn simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. They only need to look at the topic once, and they can quickly draw inferences from one instance in their mind to understand the principle of calculation. Naturally, they will know everything in their knowledge system.

Ordinary children need continuous intensive training once, twice or even more times to form mathematical concepts in their minds.

This is the gap of understanding ability.

Chen Feng's intelligence still stays at the level that he needs many times of intensive training to understand new knowledge, but after his thinking becomes faster, perhaps in the eyes of others, he may be able to see it at a glance.

But in fact, he can only understand after repeated consolidation for many times, but the speed is too fast, and the time-consuming of several repetitions is basically the same as that of others.

The results seem the same, but there are essential differences inside.

In short, now let him learn a new course. Because of his improved concentration and sharp thinking, he only needs to spend half or less of the past time, but he still has to learn.

What he could never have learned before is still impossible to learn now.

IQ is a very comprehensive concept, including the upper limit of learning speed and understanding ability. Coagulation serum accelerated his learning speed, but did not improve his understanding ability.

Because the mutation delayed the whole morning, he changed his itinerary again. After measuring his intelligence, he went straight to Zhonghai.

It's not too late to sign with Ou Junlang when you come back, but Zhong Lei can't delay.

One minute every night will increase the possibility of accidents.

On the way, Zhong Lei sent him the first draft of the arrangement of bath fire like a treasure and asked him to give him a taste. That's why he shouldn't cry every day.

You said I was copying? Or copy?

This seemingly trivial matter is nothing more than a song. In fact, it will completely disrupt Chen Feng's plan.

Because of the change of "bath fire" to Xuanwu academy, Chen Feng deeply realized that excellent works of art played an important role in the process of human civilization.

Good works of art, whether literature or music, or painting, can leave spiritual power.

That is food, a torch that can be used to illuminate the road ahead when civilization stumbles and gropes in the dark.

Now the times have become impetuous, songs have become saliva, and stars live behind hypocritical people. Such works are not qualified to be called works. They are just entertainment born to meet the entertainment needs of others.

Ignoring the essence of works and talents and relying on hype and marketing to carve hypocritical human designs, stars are an entertainment phenomenon that came into being in the early information age.

This phenomenon will be born and rise due to the vigorous development of the Internet era, reach the peak at a certain stage, and make a large group of people rich.

However, with the changes of the times, the information process is further deepened and the information becomes more explosive. These waste redundant information will be buried in the ocean of information and can not lift the slightest wave again.

Gold is only seen when the waves wash the sand. Only really good works can be remembered and truly show value.

Waste entertainment is born because of the popularization of informatization, and will die because of the success of informatization.

Looking back at the process from the results, Chen Feng knew that this was a crooked way and could not go far.

He doesn't care how others go. Now he just wants to take the road he chooses.

Therefore, the ultimate form of entertainment culture is culture, not entertainment.

Only after seeing the future can Chen Feng understand how valuable Zhong Lei is now.

She can create works of historical value.

In her songs, she attacked unfair, unreasonable, ironic, distorted, dirty, encouraging and promoting positive.

Even if she sometimes embeds her negative emotions into her works, those negative songs can still pry open the hearts of the weak and awaken their motivation to become better and self-improvement.

Her songs can teach others how to correctly face their own weaknesses and how to fight against the weakness and ugliness of their own human nature, which is beneficial to the development of civilization.

Such an example is too abstruse. Let's put it in a simpler way.

Take Amir Khan's film as an example.

The theme of the film "wrestling, Dad" is to shout for the unfairly treated women in a country.

If the male host of a family who originally despised women was infected by the film, he decided to give his little daughter a fair chance to learn.

Then the little daughter, who could only be a dowry tool, successfully completed her studies, became an excellent scholar, left a technology, and gave birth to a discipline a hundred years later?

Then the impact of this film is far enough to last more than a thousand years.

Perhaps no one knows the relationship between this rigorous discipline and a film at first, but this butterfly effect like cause and effect exists objectively.

Therefore, although Chen Feng has coveted the future science and technology, he still refuses to give up. At first, he thought it was a shortcut to get rich, but later he found that it was a shortcut to change history.

Direct handling technology is an intuitive change for the future.

However, moving works of art and squeezing Zhong Lei's potential are broader and far-reaching changes in the future.

These are two complementary ways. Chen Feng should grasp both hands and be hard on both hands.

Copying songs is just the beginning. He has a lot to do.

There may be a long way to go, but he decided to persevere until the end of his life, just as brother Hu once told him that he himself said in a certain timeline.

The plane arrived at Zhonghai and entered the terminal hall. Chen Feng turned on his mobile phone and just received a call from Zhong Lei.

Long before he got on the plane, he had contacted Zhong Lei once and told her that he had prepared a "surprise" for her today.

"Did you get off the plane?"

On the phone, Zhong Lei's voice sounded a little tired. Recently, she has been spinning a little and can't breathe.

But her fatigue is full of excitement and excitement. As long as she is making music, she will enjoy it no matter how tired she is.

Chen Feng replied, "yes, I'll take a taxi right now. Take a break. Don't be too tired."

Zhong Lei yawned. "I'm sleeping in the car. Don't take a taxi. I'm rubbing my younger martial sister's car to the airport. Her brother also came back from abroad today. The flight time is about the same as you. Pick up her brother and pick you up. There's a little traffic jam in the city, but it's on the highway right away. I'll be there in half an hour at the latest. Oh, no, 20 minutes."

Chen Feng was stunned and his heart beat rapidly.

He was not moved by Zhong Lei's coming to pick him up. It was something else.

He asked nervously, "well, the little martial sister you said is Meng Wanyue, your assistant in the studio here, right?"

Zhong Lei was surprised and said, "eh, how do you know?"

Chen Feng forced himself to calm down, sped up his speech and quipped, "I've seen this name in the list of producers of the song boring before."

At the same time, he has taken big strides and rushed to the gate of the terminal hall.

"Oh, yes. You know me. I don't have many friends. Wan Yue is one of my few friends in school. I can make songs in Zhonghai all rely on her help."

There was another cheerful voice on the phone.

"Ah! Sister Lei Lei, are we just friends? I'm so sad when you say that!"

Zhong Lei: "come on, you're driving."

"Ann, I'm very skilled. Hello, brother Feng! I'm Meng Wanyue. Just call me wan Yue! I'm sister Lei's brain powder. I've never been so convinced in my life! Sister Lei is also brother Feng's brain powder, so brother Feng, you're my super... Super super idol! I worship you!"

Zhong Lei: "well, well, don't say, you wait for us."

The other side hung up.

Chen Feng hurriedly called back and ran frantically through the crowd, shouting and scolding all the way.

But he couldn't care.

Because of the high-speed running, the blood in his body, which had become much thicker than ordinary people due to blood clotting serum, gradually boiled, and big drops of sweat fell from his temples.

Meng Wanyue's hearty laughter echoed repeatedly in his mind, but his mood was like falling into an ice cave.

That's the voice of the dead.

Last time, Meng Wanyue died in a car accident.

Today, I was driving to the airport to meet her brother!

In the last timeline, Zhong Lei stayed in the studio to arrange music today.

Meng Wanyue, who has been working with Zhong Lei for nearly ten consecutive days, drove her BMW X3 to the airport to pick up people.

Later, the vehicle lost control and rushed down the viaduct of the airport expressway. After landing, it caught fire quickly, and the driver Meng Wanyue died on the spot.

This incident was a great blow to Zhong Lei and touched her deeply.

Twenty years later, she took out a very sad song to commemorate her only close friend.

The day after Meng Wanyue died, she began to brew this song in her heart. It took 20 years to finally complete it.

This song is no less important in Zhong Lei's artistic career than bath fire. In the next millennium, it is often used as mourning music at funerals.

When seeing this in Zhong Lei's new biography, Chen Feng was also a little sad, and even seriously considered whether to intervene and change it after going back.

He made a ruthless decision not to intervene.

But he didn't expect that Zhong Lei was involved because of his temporary decision-making and the delay in the morning.

If you start early, you will arrive at Zhonghai at least a few hours away from Meng Wanyue's brother. Zhong Lei won't rub her car to the airport.

If you don't come to Zhonghai today and change it to tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, Zhong Lei naturally has no reason to take Meng Wanyue's car.

It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been suspicious because I was worried too deliberately and chose to ride face-to-face and copy, but called her to play guitar and sing.

But things have happened, there is no if.

People came and went in the airport hall. Chen Feng, who shuttled through the crowd, even vaguely smelled a cold malice from the air.

Is this his wanton change of the future, which has been backfired by time and space?

He didn't even have time to regret. Regret didn't help.

In just 13 seconds, he crossed a distance of nearly 100 meters and rushed out of the airport hall.

The phone is still in the dial-up interface.

He was burning with anxiety.

Answer the phone!

Answer the phone!