I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In the past several timelines, Lu Wei's life experience has undergone many subtle changes every time she appears in art history, but the endings are quite different.

Since Chen Feng started changing time, Lu Wei's achievements have improved slightly. First she entered the top thousand, and then her evaluations continued to improve a lot.

Chen Feng gave her many works, which helped her improve her singing achievements a lot.

Her own creative ability has also been appropriately enhanced, and she has basically kept up with the pace of the Renaissance.

But the gap between her and Zhong Lei is getting farther and farther.

In addition to her "failure" in artistic achievement, her life was not very successful and happy.

In every past timeline, Lu Wei was even worse than Zhong Lei. She never married and broke up with her family many times after she was in her thirties.

The time of her breakup was not fixed. Sometimes it lasted until she was forty, and sometimes she broke up just after she turned thirty.

But without exception, every time she broke up with her family, her resources inside and outside the circle declined significantly.

It's not about her abilities.

Later, maybe her mentality was affected, or maybe she really ran out of talents. After breaking up with her family, she almost made no achievements.

Not to mention the creative ability, even the basic singing skills of a singer will fall behind if he does not advance against the current.

I also helped with what I was supposed to do. After all, every time I moved, her benefits were not lost, and it was still like this.

Therefore, Chen Feng didn't have any hope for Lu Wei in art, so he didn't care much about her achievements. He only occasionally felt a little emotional when he saw her "failed" life.

Lu Wei lost unjustly.

No matter how hard she worked, how much talent she had, being born into such a family gave her great convenience in the first half of her life, but it would inevitably have a negative impact on her pursuit of ultimate art in the second half of her life. .

If you just want to be an ordinary artist, then having a certain amount of talent, hard work, and some luck should be enough.

But if you want to be compared with people like Zhong Lei, and if you want to aim at "Master Chen Feng", a god-like creator who is more shocking in the past and today, all the above conditions are not true, but you must give everything, from body to mind. Exile and become a purer chaser.

Lu Wei couldn't be so pure because she couldn't turn back time twenty years ago and be born in another family.

Chen Feng was very clear about the life she was facing now and what she was going to face next, so he was extremely emotional after hearing her words.

"I don't think you're being pretentious. I quite understand your thoughts. There are millions of people in the world, and everyone has the right to choose who they want to be." Chen Feng stood up, "Anyway, thank you very much for helping me. Such a big deal."

Lu Wei wiped her eyes and adjusted her mood, "We are all good friends, there is no need for this."

Chen Feng waved his hand, "No, no, no, let's keep things straight. Anyway, I will try my best to make myself stronger in the future and not cause you any trouble. This time... well, there is really no way to repay me. I will copy this time... ...I worked very hard to create it, and I give it to you as my favorite song!”

Chen Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and had a false alarm.

"real?"

Lu Wei knew Chen Feng's level well. Since he said it was his favorite, this song must not be simple.

She was immediately interested.

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, this is a classic rock song with a very advanced creative concept and extremely far-reaching influence. It laid the foundation for what will follow...wait a minute...anyway, this is a very strong rock song."

I almost spilled the beans again.

In the art history of the next thousand years, if there are some works that can be compared with Zhong Lei's Seven Swords Divine Comedy, then "Across the Starry Sky" cannot be avoided.

This song was born in the early 22nd century. The star rock style it pioneered influenced the ideas of countless rock writers in the next two to three hundred years. It is called the greatest rock song of the 22nd century, otherwise Chen Feng would not have Easily noticed.

It will use a completely new instrument.

This instrument is not yet available for production.

Because the polymer organic biomaterials used in its strings have not yet been successfully developed.

Replacing it with an ordinary guitar will not achieve perfect performance.

But the reason why Chen Feng dared to bring it out now was precisely because it happened to be among the materials he was going to develop next, and it would be solved in two years.

When the time comes, using new instruments to sing this popular song again will help promote this new material with high strength, high elasticity and ultra-high toughness. It can be said to serve multiple purposes.

"Okay, sell it to me for six million, and other contract details will be governed by your company's rules." After hearing Chen Feng's self-promotion, Lu Wei directly made an offer.

Chen Feng shook his head and refused, "The favor you helped me with this time is worth more than that, so don't mention money."

"That won't work." She insisted on giving money.

"Forget it, let me listen to you first."

Chen Feng didn't want to argue with her, so he went straight to Caiweilu's piano room, found the master guitar that he had played several times before, and played the accompaniment first, which shocked her.

But Chen Feng didn't dare to sing.

Then Chen Feng asked her to open the computer next to the tuning room, "Look at the music again. The instrument called sisma is temporarily used as a guitar."

"For now?" Lu Wei asked doubtfully while looking at the score.

"Well, this is a new musical instrument that I invented, but it's not finished yet. You'll find out in two years."

"What!"

"Shh, don't tell anyone." Chen Feng made a silent gesture, indicating that she should read the score carefully.

About two hours later, Lu Wei scanned the score section by section, and slowly sketched out some preliminary impressions in her mind around the framework of Chen Feng's playing just now, as if she had some feelings.

She used the software's automatic filtering program to extract the keyboard music part, and pointed to the piano room, "Shall we play accompaniment again? I'll play the piano, and you'll play the guitar?"

"good."

Nearly ten minutes passed, and the piano room fell into a long dead silence.

Lu Wei finally stopped mentioning money.

Her appreciation ability has always been excellent, so the scale in her heart has already weighed "Across the Starry Sky" and she knows its heavy weight.

Lu Wei took a deep breath, "You are a person who always surprises people. Your creation speed and quality are so amazing."

Chen Feng cupped his hands and said modestly: "That's too much praise."

Lu Wei covered her mouth and looked at him with a smile, "You are so humble, you really look like you are pretending..."

"Well."

"Fuck. Hahahahahahahaha..."

She suddenly laughed hysterically, looking a little crazy.

Chen Feng looked at this person worriedly, and secretly wondered if he would have given her a heart-touching classic rock song that was played a hundred years ago in advance, so that it would pull out the roots and give her a mental illness, right?

After waiting for a long time, she finally smiled, and then looked at Chen Feng with a blushing embarrassment, "This is the first time that I have spoken dirty words in front of others so boldly. It feels very special."

Chen Feng understood and began to be secretly vigilant.

He said: "This is still not good. A gentle woman like you speaks dirty words, which makes me uncomfortable."

"Well, I won't talk anymore." Lu Wei straightened her long skirt, "Now that I'm done, tell me about yourself. I once heard Zhong Lei say that you seem to be always busy and constantly oppressing yourself. I didn't believe it at first, because you seem to be a very easy-going person. But I have asked people at your company before, and they said that after you returned to Hanzhou, you locked yourself up in the company for a few days and then sold your songs. Then you simply locked yourself in a rental house and said you were writing a script?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

"You haven't had any rest these days, have you? Why are you so tired? Money? It doesn't look like that."

Chen Feng really wanted to admit that writing scripts was not really tiring. What was tiring were academic monographs and scientific and technological achievements projects.

"Please make me happy."

"Stop lying, I can see it too. You should be a very sunny person, but you always make people feel depressed, as if you are always carrying a heavy weight. It's because the things you want to do are so big. It’s beyond ordinary people’s imagination, right?”

Chen Feng felt that the conversation between the two at this time seemed familiar, and the alarm was ringing in his heart.

You can't pretend to be like that anymore, otherwise something will happen soon.

So, he spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "Don't think of me as being so noble. I never thought that my reputation would be passed down through the ages. I just do whatever I want to do when I feel like it, and then I'll be clear in my heart. I can't I’m not burdened with anything weird, I just insist on doing what I like.”

Then Lu Wei's eyes were wrong.

She felt Chen Feng's state of mind.

Conversations between people often do not just focus on what is said.

Behind every word, there is often a hidden meaning that the speaker is unaware of.

Lu Wei did appreciate him more, but after all, she was not someone like Zhong Lei who dared to love and hate. She still did not speak directly, only sighed.

"Having you is the luck of this era."

"It's okay. It's true. The praise is getting higher and higher. I can't bear it. But Zhong Lei is greater than me. I made a promise with her a few days ago."

"What?"

…

Chen Feng told her about his agreement with Zhong Lei.

The atmosphere that was very lively not long ago and even seemed to be developing in a certain direction has quickly cooled down.

Lu Wei forced a smile and was speechless for a moment.

She thought in her heart.

It's not surprising that he's like this.

This is who he is.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"As expected of you, you can even express your feelings to each other in such a pursuing way. I'm looking forward to the song Zhong Lei writes."

Chen Feng: "I am also looking forward to it."

"But don't you think this is too difficult and unfair to Zhong Lei?"

"How can it be fair to myself?"

"That's true."

"It's just that I can only count on her. So, there's nothing I can do."

Lu Wei: "Can't I try?"

Chen Feng: "You can't."

"Then I wish you a long life together. It's getting late, so go back and rest early."

"Okay, see you later."

Chen Feng left.

The four words "grow old together" seem very sweet, but maybe they are also a curse.

Who knows what will happen in the future.

The next morning, Chen Feng welcomed a second uninvited guest into his rental house.

Fatty Ou is here.

Chen Feng originally didn't want him to come in and harass him at all, but Fatty Ou said that he had just finished recording his last pure folk album, and suddenly he was developing a double line of folk songs and rock. His brain was a little fried, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to ask for help, so Chen Feng still walked out of the apartment complex and welcomed others in.

As a result, he stopped talking about business after meeting.

"Master, what happened to you and Sister Weiwei yesterday?"

The damn fat man is indeed well-informed.

Chen Feng's brows were twitching wildly, and he didn't know how much gossip he had heard.

He never did anything wrong, and said calmly without fear of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night: "It's nothing, she did me a big favor, I gave her a song."

"That's it?" Fatty Ou obviously didn't believe it.

Chen Feng was furious, "Nonsense, what else can we do?"

"But why did I hear that after you had dinner with Sister Weiwei, you went to the Weizhai Cottage for almost three hours and didn't come out until almost twelve o'clock at night? After you left, Wei waited for almost half an hour. Sister Wei also came out of Caiwei Cottage, and when she went out to get in the car, she wiped her tears as she walked."

Chen Feng's mouth opened wide and his chin almost dropped to the ground, "Your intelligence network is a bit scary."

"No, Master, haven't you noticed? There is Skynet directly opposite Caiwei Lu. Yesterday, there was quite a big fuss in the small circle about Sister Weiwei's support for you, so I was curious and asked a friend to take a look. .”

Chen Feng: "..."

"But I can tell you very seriously. She and I are indeed completely innocent."

"real?"

"It's absolutely true, I swear to God. If there is even half a lie, an alien will come and kill me."

Chen Feng swore a poisonous oath.

Fatty Ou believed it, "Oh, this matter... it's hard to talk about. I believe what you said, Master. It's just Sister Leilei, forget it, I don't know what to say, Master, you are too good, there is nothing you can do about it. "

Chen Feng said indifferently: "Anyway, as long as you believe it, I have nothing wrong with you."

Ou Junlang turned away, "Yeah, yeah, by the way, I had the surveillance video deleted in the morning."

Chen Feng gave him a thumbs up, "Very good, very spiritual. I will definitely produce thirty-two albums for you in this life."

It's quite worry-free to have an idiot apprentice with great hands and eyes.

Chen Feng thought for a while and decided to give another task to Fatty Ou, who often went out to announce his participation in variety shows.

"I'll give you a task later."

"What mission?"

"I will give you ten small safes one after another, and then select some destinations for you. You can bury these boxes in the ground. Remember to bury them below ten meters underground. The place where you bury things must be accurate. But don’t rush, this is not a short-term matter. Anyway, every time you go out to a different city, come to my office to pick up a box from me. Every time you bury a box, remember to take satellite positioning and take photos of the scene. Send it to me. Be sure not to announce this to outsiders, and don’t let anyone see you when you do it.”

"Ah?" Ou Junlang looked stunned, and then snickered, "Master, are you aware that you are becoming more and more famous now, and may be famous forever, so you deliberately hide some cultural relics? In the future, they will be discovered like treasures by future generations. ?”

Chen Feng was shocked, "How do you know!"

"I didn't expect that Master, you have the same pursuit as me." Ou Junlang blushed, "I have almost filled the suburbs near Hanzhou, at least a hundred boxes."

Chen Feng: "..."

It's quite sad to think about it. As the only disciple that Master Chen Feng has openly accepted, Fatty Ou must have been dug up many times after he buried so many boxes, but he has never made any waves in history.

The rank is still a bit low.

Poor, deplorable.

After the matter was finalized, Chen Feng told Fatty Ou to get out, and told him to pay more attention to his father's movements after he returned. Maybe he would need to communicate with his father about something before long, so don't let someone just get off the plane in the United States.

Fatty Ou went there with his mind full of doubts.

Chen Feng returned to the room and immediately began to take out his pockets and sort out the "treasures".

Old clothes that were worn and washed repeatedly during times of poverty, used toothbrushes, mouthwash cups, chipped teacups, rice bowls with peeling porcelain, TV remote controls that malfunctioned due to melted batteries and left countless fingerprints, and double-clicked mouses. , a cheap keyboard short-circuited due to water intrusion, a few love letters written and copied online to a high school female classmate who forgot what she looked like, ten strands of hair that fell out automatically when rubbed from the top of the head...

This is his own part.

Then he went upstairs to Zhong Lei's room.

But these were other people's things after all, and he didn't want to mess around with them. He only took an old toothbrush, a cup, a rice bowl, and cheap old clothes, and went to her bathroom floor drain to carefully pick out ten hairs that were definitely hairs.

He didn't touch Zhong Lei's clothes, otherwise he would feel like he was at a disadvantage.

Almost evenly distributed, ten bags were packed, and everything was ready, just waiting for the ultra-durable and anti-degradation that he asked Meng Xiaozhou to buy from overseas. It is said that it can withstand microbial degradation for 100,000 years, and the ultra-strong polymer material mechanical password safe will arrive.

After finishing all these things, it was already the afternoon. Chen Feng called Zhong Lei in Los Angeles again. He said in a very domineering manner: "I just cleaned the room for you. There are some things that you can no longer use when you come back, so I will throw them away." Lost it. Oh, by the way, I also donated all the cheap clothes in your wardrobe that cost less than three hundred. I also bought you some new clothes."

Zhong Lei was very happy, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's my duty to provide you with logistical support."

Yesterday I wrote an extra small chapter of 2,000 words, and today there are two very large chapters of nearly 5,000 words, which can be regarded as an additional update for the Bugfield Alliance. However, the new leader of His Majesty the Meow King (probably the young lady), who is so dirty to me, will be updated tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I have to take my time. My waist can't hold it anymore.