Fifth, old routines, routine operations, and reserved programs.

Move the song to the movie.

Although he did not study deliberately this time, his memory has become much stronger after all. He has memorized more than 20 songs including "Across the Starry Sky" and works composed by Zhong Lei in his later years, as well as 20 pieces of music. Several classic blockbuster science fiction films from the late 1st century and the early 22nd century.

The above parts are the five core operational ideas set by Chen Feng this time.

There was one more thing, he couldn't make up his mind for the time being.

He also has some thoughts about the system.

In the previous timeline, the benefits of the ultimately formed purely humanized social system were obvious.

It is very harmonious, everyone is very active and proactive.

But this is where the disadvantages and problems lie. Personal autonomy is too strong and the room for error is too high.

Without a mandatory and highly motivated system to correct these mistakes in a timely manner, it would be difficult for individuals who have taken the wrong path to turn back.

For example, the extremely bizarre school of intuition is the product of this excessive freedom.

If it weren't for Chen Feng's wonderful penmanship and skillful manipulation, nearly ten thousand people in the Intuitive School would have been ruined.

Therefore, Chen Feng once thought about how to find a better social structure that can maximize everyone's subjective initiative and have a strong enough error correction mechanism.

The problem is back to its original point.

In Chen Feng's world view, he still believes that this can only be achieved by giving birth to a republican system that revolves around a great leader.

But he did not expect to be able to enlighten a great leader born of heaven and earth after hundreds of years.

He wanted to, but couldn't do it, so he had to put it on hold.

Unknowingly, by the time Chen Feng finished everything and figured out his thoughts, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

He had a quick lunch, returned to his room, turned on his computer, and started recording music scores on the computer.

Everything had to be done within a month, so time was very tight, so Chen Feng decided to speed up the pace as much as possible to avoid wasting time.

About two hours later, he finished five songs, stood up, stretched, and prepared to go downstairs.

Zhong Lei, who woke up obediently, said she wanted to come over to him. She probably had some confusion that she needed him to answer.

As he walked down the stairs quickly, Chen Feng was thinking in his mind.

Last time I went there, by reviewing history, I found that the two of them had really grown old together.

Moreover, Zhong Lei's artistic creation ability has not been fundamentally shaken. She first wrote "Morning Wind" and did not create many pieces in her later years, which led to a serious decline in the total volume of her works, but the quality has not diminished at all, and even some

Entry.

Then it seems that we can consider giving Zhong Lei a perfect life.

But Chen Feng did not intend to act rashly.

Two days ago, I just brought someone into the ditch to write "Morning Breeze". She said righteously that she would not write a song or fall in love. Today, she went back on her words and pursued her. It seemed very inappropriate. Chen Feng was worried that this would hurt her motivation to create hard work.

He couldn't destroy this important song "Morning Wind" just because of his own selfish desires.

Why doesn't he bring Morrowind back?

He thought, Naihe really couldn't do it, and the galactic human beings couldn't handle it.

The amount of information in the entire song "Morrowind" is as much as the human gene pool.

Although he can remember the sound in his mind and can completely restore the entire melody in his mind, it is just his forced memory ability that allows him to write a music score that can be understood by future generations. That is impossible.

In the 21st century, there is no brainwave capture equipment, and it is impossible to develop and produce it to convert the sounds in his thoughts into sounds in reality.

Zhong Lei didn't have music scores back then, and all the rhythms and changes in it didn't have any musical instruments to refer to. It was purely Zhong Lei who used her own strength to break away from the shackles of rhythm and timbre, played it bit by bit, and created a piece of music.

A special sound.

If you randomly intercept a tenth of a second of umlaut in it, there are n details hidden in it.

Chen Feng could not carry it.

He could only find a way to ripen her as quickly as possible, which would indirectly affect her creative progress.

As the saying goes, running a big country is like cooking small dishes. It seems simple but in fact it requires a lot of attention.

So playing with time is a more delicate job than running a big country and cooking small delicacies.

Chen Feng had no teacher, so he had to cross the river by feeling his way through the stones in the dark.

When he walked down the stairs and entered the hall, he was lost in thought when he heard an annoying voice in his ears.

"Sister Zhong Lei, we really come here with sincerity. Please be accommodating. Seeing that everyone is from your hometown when you meet an old friend in a foreign country, please help introduce us."

Chen Feng looked up. In front of him was Wang Xilei, the vice chairman of Zhongyi Entertainment, whom he had met once at the Grammy dinner.

At this time, the old man was leading a few people to block Zhong Lei's path at the gate, and they were pestering him endlessly.

Zhong Lei stepped aside and wanted to walk in quickly, but said impatiently: "I'm not familiar with you. Based on my understanding of Chen Feng, he probably doesn't want to deal with you, so get out of the way!"

There is no deep hatred between the two parties, but Zhong Lei has a jealous temper, and she particularly looks down on such a common person who pretends to be someone who takes advantage of the situation just for the sake of publicity.

Moreover, the person being impersonated was herself and Chen Feng, which made her even more disgusted.

Zhong Lei has this attitude when facing players she dislikes. She is not good at it and is too lazy to pretend.

"Why are you so disrespectful?"

Next to him, the oily-haired boy named Su tried to reach out to pull Zhong Lei.

This little fresh meat is very popular among some "big sisters" in the entertainment industry in China. When participating in variety shows, she often puts on each other's backs, and her tugging and tugging movements are purely habitual and natural.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei had quick eyes and quick hands, and slapped him away with her backhand, and then slapped the man on the face.

The scene suddenly froze.

Xiaosheng surnamed Su covered his face with disbelief on his face.

Wang Xilei glared at him fiercely, feeling for the first time that this little thing he praised so much could do bad things.

"Don't touch me here, I'm not like those old goblins who like old cows to eat young grass!"

Zhong Lei put her hands on her hips, furious and awe-inspiring.

Chen Feng, who quietly stood behind her, burst out laughing.

It's rare to see her in such a strong posture again, just like when she angrily scolded Zhou A in public.

She has changed a lot.
Chapter completed!