I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

"Chen Feng?"

Zhong Lei shouted downstairs, but no one answered.

The lobby of the huge villa was so empty that echoes could even be heard.

"Where are the people?"

Zhong Lei went upstairs muttering, and happened to see a large suitcase at the door of the master bedroom.

She knew this was Chen Feng's suitcase.

Chen Feng just returned to Los Angeles today, nominally taking Fatty Ou to familiarize himself with the business of the North American branch.

But Zhong Lei knew that today was the day to time travel, so she felt that actually this guy wanted to get closer to her every time before he passed by, but he always refused to admit it.

Duplicity is the standard for successful men.

Zhong Lei smiled sweetly.

She could feel that among everyone, Chen Feng cared about herself the most.

Maybe it's because of feelings, or maybe it's because of "Morrowind".

What is the reason why he cares about himself? Is it important?

It doesn't really matter.

What matters is this fact.

Zhong Lei walked over and poked her head into the master bedroom, "What are you doing? Why are you dazed?"

Chen Feng, who was lost in thought about the problem, was startled, "Ahem, cough, cough. No, it's nothing. I'm thinking about how to protect the fat man so that he can fully display his talents."

Zhong Lei gave him a look, "You are the only one who believes in you. You must not be able to think about this matter. You must be thinking about bigger things. What? Are you feeling depressed again? Do you want me to give you a slap? Are you a chicken?"

Chen Feng quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, it's nothing serious. I don't need any more chicken blood, I'm full."

"Then what are you thinking about?"

Zhong Lei stood in front of Chen Feng with her hands on her hips, looking like she would not give up until she got to the bottom of things.

Chen Feng raised his head and looked at her nervously, his heart pounding.

Hell, I forgot that Zhong Lei would send her hair tonight. She was so open-minded that she caught him in action.

How could Master Chen have the nerve to admit that the issues I was considering were very different.

To put it more broadly, it's called "On the Necessity of Improving Race Genes by Any Means for the Survival of Civilization - As a savior, should we be more responsible and go all out to sprint even if there is a one in 100 million chance?"

To put it in a small way, it's "Do we want to have sex or not?"

Well, it's so concise, straight to the point, and shameless.

But Master Chen still had to be embarrassed after all, "Oh, it's really nothing. You know, every time I go there, I have to consider a lot of issues and be very detailed."

This reason was very sufficient, and Zhong Lei believed it temporarily, "Okay, but actually I don't think it's necessary."

"ah?"

Zhong Lei spread her hands, "In the memory of you who has gone and returned, maybe you have passed. But in the memory of you and in our eyes, you have not left. You are still you. What you think about today will not be the same tomorrow. After you wake up, you can still think about it.”

Chen Feng nodded, "That's right. It's just that we successfully destroyed the opponent's vanguard battleship last time and saw a large force. I can't help but think about how to do better. I can't help it."

"You are calculating the possible situation after the past, right?"

Chen Feng smiled again, "That's right, Zhong Lei, you think very clearly."

Zhong Lei smiled sweetly, combed her long hair, and shook her head, "Of course, I'm not stupid. And I also know that when you fall asleep, including me and everyone in the world, , perhaps the entire solar system, the Milky Way, and even the entire universe have become mirror images. We live in a false timeline that is destined to disappear. This timeline will continue to spread to a thousand years later, and then you will die a thousand years later. It ends in the middle.”

Chen Feng: "According to your statement, from a philosophical point of view, both the 'I' who remain and you will become false people who seem to exist but actually do not exist?"

Zhong Lei blinked, "Yeah. Isn't it quite sad to think about it?"

"ah?"

"But also happy."

"ha?"

"Didn't I say it in my last words in my previous life? In this way, we can live many lives together. The ancients said that only by looking back thousands of times in the past life can we exchange for passing by each other in this life. It is also said that a hundred years of cultivation can lead to a journey in the same boat. We can sleep together. I can fall in love with you for several lifetimes. I am completely satisfied. Whether it is true or false, a dream or reality, I don’t care. After tens of millions of years, if human beings still exist , if human beings can still remember our names, remember our struggle for this civilization, and future generations write down all our deeds, then how much will future generations envy us for our good fortune of knowing each other for life after life?"

"Now my ideals have been brought to a very high level by you, but in the timeline that I didn't know about before, I was able to complete "Morrowind" because I loved you deeply and didn't want to let you down. I'll think about it for myself , I was a little touched. And I also understand that although my motivation for creating "Morrowind" is no longer just for you, but also for mankind, I know very well that my starting point has never changed. Because I see If you are happy, I will feel happy, so I tried, and then I did it. This kind of love will definitely spread for hundreds of millions of years, right?" She smiled again, "Just like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Chen Feng stared with shock on his face.

Zhong Lei, this... is too foul.

Something is wrong today, something is weird.

She was nothing like her, very abnormal.

Is she thinking about something?

Chen Feng asked carefully: "Zhong Lei, what's wrong with you?"

Zhong Lei stretched out her hand and lightly traced his face with her fingertips, "I've only been thinking about one thing most of the time these days."

"What?"

Zhong Lei: "Love. If you want me to write a love song, then I want to understand what real love is like. If I want to write a love song that transcends the times, then I must understand the love that transcends the times. I vaguely understand it now. In fact, I have received this kind of love from the beginning, but I was not good enough, not good enough, and did not understand my heart thoroughly enough, so I did not write anything. Now I have to do better."

Listening to these words, Chen Feng looked at Zhong Lei's fair and delicate face, which was close at hand, with long black hair lingering around her ears, a high nose, red lips like cherry blossoms, eyes full of autumn, and bright cheeks.

His heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably, pounding wildly.

Chen Feng swallowed his saliva and took a step back, "Yeah."

Thousands of words, but in the end they can only be condensed into one word "um".

His mind was in turmoil again.

What to do, what to do now?

I...I can't stand it anymore!

But I haven’t figured it out yet!

"Then... well, where's the hair?"

Chen Feng gritted his teeth and changed the topic.

God knows how many brain cells the galactic human race burned to death just to change the topic.

Zhong Lei came here today and indeed made some kind of decision, but she didn't force him to do so. She would withdraw her troops for the time being.

She would feel strange if Chen Feng was really provoked like this and pounced on him with all his teeth and claws.

Zhong Lei knew very well that this was him, but it was exactly this kind of him that she liked.

Zhong Lei raised the plastic bag in her hand and said, "Here it is, I'll put it in the mezzanine of the suitcase for you. Remember to keep it safe."

After saying that, Zhong Lei turned around and walked to the door, squatted down, and opened Chen Feng's suitcase.

Chen Feng looked at her squatting there busy, her heartbeat was still very fast, and he was thinking in his mind that he didn't know what news she had received recently. Anyway, the situation tonight was not good. Should he look for it later? A stronger reason to send her back to Mason College immediately.

Zhong Lei had just opened her sandwich bag when she suddenly noticed what was underneath.

She grabbed something from the box and asked, "Huh? What are these?"

Chen Feng: "Uh... woolen pants. Woolen pants."

"Ah? Isn't it summer? Why are there so many woolen pants in your box? Hey... these woolen pants are so tacky. What age are these?"

Chen Feng's face turned a little red when his attention was finally diverted: "This... these are the woolen pants my grandma knitted for me before she was alive. I just found them a few days ago."

"Ah!" Zhong Lei covered her mouth fiercely.

She knew what was going on at Chen Feng's family, and immediately became nervous. She blushed and waved her hands, "Yes...I'm sorry! I don't know this. I didn't mean it. I'm not earthy, not earthy at all. I'm so sorry!" I...I didn’t mean that.”

She was so nervous that she was a little incoherent.

Chen Feng saw that her frightened look had nothing to do with the image of being the most talented and famous person in the world as described in the history books.

But the two kinds of her are so subtly and appropriately condensed into one person, Master Chen finds it particularly interesting.

Although he also left his name in history, the same thing always gave him different feelings when it happened to him and to Zhong Lei, and he felt a strange secret feeling.

He had forgotten the warning signs in his mind before, "It's okay. Even if my grandma knew better, she probably wouldn't care about your unintentional mistake. After all, you are...different."

Zhong Lei felt a little relieved.

She understood Chen Feng's subtext.

Grandma really doesn't care about her grandson's daughter-in-law's unintentional slip of the tongue.

Perhaps he was concerned about the engagement that Lu Wei had finalized a few days ago, and was worried that he would be dissatisfied.

Zhong Lei was a little happy, but also a little helpless.

Because she subconsciously felt that Chen Feng, who was upright and upright, should aim for the future and should not care about this at all.

But she didn't intend to talk directly to Chen Feng, saying that I wouldn't be grudged even if you wanted them all.

Zhong Lei felt that even if she said this, Chen Feng would not believe it.

With Chen Feng's character, he would probably come up with a lot of psychological activities in his mind, such as sacrificing personal details for the sake of humankind.

Then... he will probably feel guilty again.

"Tell me about these woolen pants, okay?"

Zhong Lei changed the topic again.

This played right into Chen Feng's plan.

Chen Feng took out sixteen pairs of woolen pants and placed them neatly on the bed again.

The two of them sat on the edge of the bed.

"This is the first pair. I should have worn it when I was two or three years old. There are sixteen pairs here, enough for me to wear until I am eighteen..."

About twenty minutes passed, and he explained clearly the ins and outs of Old Man Hu's relationship with his grandfather Chen Mo and other matters.

The chair is a little high, and Zhong Lei, wearing cropped pants, has two slender calves dangling.

Chen Feng only glanced twice, fearing that his soul would be taken away, so he quickly turned his face away.

Zhong Lei lamented, "So that's it. Alas. The old man must have been very sad when he passed away, right?"

Chen Feng looked up at the sky, "Yes, that is inevitable."

"Fortunately, you at least met your grandfather once. I have to thank Lu Wei for this."

"Yes. But I still have regrets."

"What regret?"

Chen Feng shook his head and refused to speak.

"Wait a minute, you just said that when you attended the family dinner at Grandpa Hu's house, you saw other people's families having fun, with four generations living under the same roof, sharing a family relationship. There was a hint of envy in your tone."

Chen Feng: "..."

Miscalculation.

Forgot that Zhong Lei is also a freak.

When I first told the story, I was too immersed in it and inadvertently exposed more of my emotions, but she saw through it.

"Yeah, right, right?"

Zhong Lei pushed Chen Feng's shoulder.

Chen Feng nodded obediently, "Yes, this is indeed Grandpa's regret. He asked me if I had a wife. I said yes. He was very happy, and he asked me if I had a baby. I said no. Although he was hiding it, I could feel it. Get his loss. Alas..."

Zhong Lei also sighed.

"Although I know I can't be too harsh if we can meet each other, sometimes I also think, how nice would it be if we could meet earlier and spend more time together?"

Zhong Lei: "But even if it's just such a brief meeting, you have spent thousands of years working hard. If you hadn't gradually become better, others would not have thought of mobilizing such huge social resources for your cause. Looking back. It's really difficult to live like this. A child was kidnapped from my hometown. My family is quite rich, but I haven't been able to find him for many years."

Chen Feng nodded, "Maybe this is fate, I accept it. People must know how to be content."

Zhong Lei: "But if you can do it better, you still have to try."

"Um."

As the conversation progressed, the atmosphere in the room gradually became a little weird.

Chen Feng pretended to look at his watch nervously, then turned to look at Zhong Lei, "I need to go to bed early tonight."

Very obvious hint, full marks.

Zhong Lei turned away, expressionless, "Oh. What next?"

"It's a bit too late. You have classes tomorrow morning and it's not convenient to live here. I'll take you back."

Zhong Lei: "Lesna and I have asked for leave. There will be no classes tomorrow morning."

Chen Feng: "..."

Zhong Lei: "I saw something on your computer a few days ago."

"Huh? What? Music score?"

"no."

"what is that?"

Zhong Lei: "Let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you another thing. In terms of fighting for mankind, do you think you have really achieved perfection?"

Chen Feng wanted to lie, but another thing came to his mind. He obviously had better genes, but when it came to leaving offspring, he was really beaten to pieces by the fat man and couldn't defend himself.

He shook his head, "Not perfect."

"Where are you missing?"

"It's a lot, but I just have to leave some room for it."

Zhong Lei stopped asking what point it was and asked again: "Why do you keep your strength?"

"Because...because of my moral values."

"In addition, you clearly envy other people's descendants, but you always let yourself and me live alone. Are you worthy of yourself and me?"

The conversation has reached this point, but it has already been thoroughly discussed.

Chen Feng didn't expect Zhong Lei's offensive to be so fierce today, so he only smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Didn't I say that before? It's impossible, my genes..."

"How do you know if you don't try? If you try, you won't regret it if you don't succeed. But giving up without trying is another concept. Other fat people know how to work hard. Your genes can change the times, but if you don't try, you will Aren't you ashamed? Are you worthy of your dead comrades? You are our leader, you must be more responsible."

In this debate, Chen Feng was completely defeated.

After a long moment, he nodded, "Then let's try IVF later."

Zhong Lei almost fainted from anger on the spot, "Pretending, are you still pretending? What I saw on your computer were those 'documentaries' you watched in college. Well, they were about biology, and they were about reproduction."

Chen Feng: "Hiss..."

crazy.

He silently moved the chair to the side, "Do you want this?"

Zhong Lei raised her eyes and looked at him, "I have been waiting for you to take the initiative. After all, you were quite proactive before. You even peeked at me from my collar. But now I find that I can't go on like this. I want to write a love song, So I tried to think about it. But no matter how thoroughly I thought about it, I always felt that it was almost too late. I know why. We missed one very important thing. Of course, it may not be useful if we do it, but I want to try. Why? , am I not beautiful enough to be attractive to you?"

Chen Feng was stunned.

He also recalled the evaluation of Zhong Lei in the history books: he had a clear distinction between love and hate, and he acted vigorously and resolutely.

Chen Feng still remembered the embarrassment when he tried to strike up a conversation with Zhong Lei for the first time and was blocked by her.

At that time, he only thought that this man was really sick and ready to be shot.

Later I understood that when she was dealing with strangers she didn't like, she was really like that. She just said she was tired of you, and she didn't hide it at all.

Now Chen Feng understands better. She is also like this when dealing with the person she likes. Once she has made up her mind, she will step on the accelerator to death without braking.

There may be many factors that contributed to Zhong Lei's decision.

Lu Wei’s engagement, the short videos on Chen Feng’s computer, Chen Feng’s unintentional expression of envy when talking about other people’s families, Ou Junlang’s struggle to become a good stallion and almost costing his life, and most importantly, Zhong Lei’s personal understanding of what it means to be a good stallion. Thoughts on love.

Chen Feng's mouth gradually became dry.

Zhong Lei, who knew his character extremely well, turned into a guide at this time. She squeezed Chen Feng's hand and said, "You know what the biggest difference between men and women is, right?"

"Know, reason and emotion."

"Yes."

"If I want to write the best song, I need to push my sensibility to the extreme. We can't just think about it for the purpose of reproducing future generations. I want to try not to think about anything and simply follow myself. I want to act on my desire, and I want to fight for it once. In fact, there is something I have always wanted to say to you. You are always worried that this will affect my creation of "Morrowind", but that is actually an additional personality you imposed on me. I can make it clear Tell you, no. I don’t know how to judge logic and ethics after you go to the future. But at least I can still confirm that you are you now, so..."

Chen Feng looked at her quietly, "I understand."

The long night in Los Angeles is long after all.

It's hard to tell whether it was because the love was so intense that it was hard to restrain oneself, or whether it was a matter of course. The two went through many twists and turns and finally reached this point.

Everything is both ordinary and vigorous.

At this moment, the two of them did not think about the future or the past.

This marriage seems to have countless reasons and concerns, but in fact it is simple and simple, and it also happens in countless ordinary people's homes.

It is these symphonies that have built up the ladder of human civilization from millions of years ago to today.

reproduce.

I don’t know since when, reproduction, which is obviously very simple and noble, has been attached with countless additional meanings, either praise or derogation.

But no matter where the impulse comes from or what the reason is, the final foundation is the most primitive instinct of living things.

Although Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have done countless psychological constructions, they both know very well what it means to civilization if they can produce offspring.

So both of them still couldn't restrain their fantasies.

Chen Feng thought this was unfair to Zhong Lei and he would feel guilty.

But Zhong Lei spoke first, and the guilt naturally disappeared.

In fact, sex that returns to the instinct of reproduction is not despicable. Love is an extra psychological pursuit after material life is fully satisfied.

Commonly known as eating too much, so the mind can think too much.

In primitive societies, just dealing with life and death crises every day is exhausting. There is no time to think about love, beauty or handsomeness. Being able to give birth to a baby is the greatest achievement in life.

But no one would laugh at primitive people’s views on marriage, because without the indulgence of primitive humans, where would the sweet love of modern people be?