One day later, Chen Feng arrived in Luo City first.

He had a vague feeling that in a certain timeline that he could not reach, it was actually unlikely that he would leave the country for Los Angeles on May 28, 2020.

And it seems that that timeline is the real reality, but it's a pity that I can't go there.

Because every time he wants to find "reality", his world will trigger certain special keywords and collapse into pieces without any struggle.

His world is too small and fragile, and there are certain things he doesn't deserve to think about.

Chen Feng did not stay at the star-rated hotel opposite Mason College, but went straight to the villa area in Newport Beach.

The living experience in a villa and mansion worth 10 million US dollars is completely different.

By the way, what he bought was not just a simple building, but also an entire small butler team serving the mansion covering an area of ​​0.91 acres, as well as a sports car and a high-end commercial vehicle in the garage.

It was evening when he arrived, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was shining on the swimming pool.

Chen Feng was lying on his back next to the swimming pool with his legs crossed comfortably.

There were some Chinese gourmet cold dishes on the small table next to him, and in the kitchen the butler was busy with a team of eight chefs invited from a famous Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles.

Master Chen once again said that capitalist life is really corrupt.

In addition to the nearly 100,000 US dollars in maintenance costs per month, this villa also has to pay a lot of taxes.

Besides, his service team had to prepare twelve dishes for this dinner. Adding up the labor cost and material cost, his meal was worth more than four thousand US dollars.

But there was nothing he could do. After all, his appetite was too big and he wouldn't be able to eat two dishes and one soup like an ordinary person would, not to mention there were other people tonight.

Not long after, Zhong Lei came here in a car driven by a female bodyguard.

When she walked into the manor, she saw Chen Feng sitting by the swimming pool enjoying the sunset. She walked over and joked with a smile: "I really thought you didn't know how to enjoy life."

Chen Feng spread his hands and said, "How can this be called enjoying life and having a full meal?"

Zhong Lei sat down, picked up the finger-sized dessert in front of her, and said while eating: "With so many people serving you for a meal, isn't it called enjoyment?"

Chen Feng said without thinking: "Compared with the thirty-first century, this so-called enjoyment is nothing. Any ordinary people have the help of artificial intelligence and manufacturing machines in their daily lives. If they want to have a good meal, they have to wait a few seconds.

That’s it, you can get whatever you want. You can even have the smart robot feed it to your mouth.”

Zhong Lei imagined the scene for a moment, then looked at the staff not far away who were filing out to bring the dishes, and sighed, "The future is really good. I envy you."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "It would only be worthy of true envy if there were no intruders."

Zhong Lei suddenly asked, "Will the medical level be very advanced in the future?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

"Is there still such a thing as terminal illness?"

"Almost none. Except for those who died of premature aging due to overwork and excessive consumption, there are basically no deaths from illness."

Zhong Lei rubbed her nose, "This is so good..."

There was something wrong in her tone, she sounded very sentimental.

Chen Feng recalled her life experience recorded in the history books and found it strange.

Zhong Lei was born into a family with average conditions. Both her parents were ordinary workers and were not professional music practitioners.

Her first teacher was none other than her grandfather.

Her grandfather was good at playing the erhu, and he also played various ethnic instruments such as the guzheng and the matouqin.

But her grandfather passed away very early and died of illness when she was less than ten years old.

This is Zhong Lei’s regret in life.

A few minutes later, the dishes were placed on the long table.

The two of them chatted while eating.

Zhong Lei tried her best to restrain herself and not ask about the future.

But when the two were chatting, she couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

Zhong Lei mainly cares about four things.

Did I finish "Morning Wind" faster in my life, did I write better songs, did the two of them get married as promised, and how was their married life?

Chen Feng said carefully.

He didn't lie, "It was indeed completed faster. But your other new works..."

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng said truthfully: "There are not many new songs, only two. The quality has not declined, and the level is basically the same as "Self-Burning", "Bathing in Fire", "Showing the Edge", and "Sleepwalking Virgo"."

Zhong Lei was dumbfounded for a moment, "Is that so? Then it seems that I too will be exhausted one day."

"I can't say that you have exhausted your talents. I think you have probably fallen into a dilemma, so you have limited the breadth of your creations."

Zhong Lei frowned slightly, "Dilemma?"

"Yes. I think..."

Chen Feng was about to explain, but Zhong Lei raised his hand and stopped him: "Don't say anything, let me figure it out myself."

"All right."

Zhong Lei began to talk to herself and think about it.

"My level has not declined, so I could have written new works of similar quantity and same level, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "This has no impact on your historical status. With "Morning Wind" as your foundation, you are as stable as a rock."

Zhong Lei shook her head, "Historical status is meaningless."

After a long time, she gradually straightened out her thoughts and analyzed: "Although the songs I wrote before have different styles, they are actually narrower in scope. The themes are basically towards inspirational themes in popular pop vocal music."

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes. But your singing method and soundtrack structure are more complicated, not the splicing of chords like others. You can create a chord combination with your own characteristics in almost every song. So in the future tense, your

The song is probably both popular and classical."

Zhong Lei blushed slightly, "This puts me too high. The broad definition of classical music is that it has universality beyond the times, eternal artistic value and the highest performance in the field of music and art in a certain period. Classical music must have both

It has become a model for the same generation and still has high guiding significance and appreciation value for future generations. Only then can it be called classical music."

Chen Feng spread his hands, "Isn't this your work?"

Zhong Lei's face turned redder.

Although she already knew part of the future from Chen Feng and knew that her song was indeed great, she still felt weird and uncomfortable.

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Uh-huh."

"After I finished "Morrowind" and tried to re-create, I would be dominated by a sense of responsibility because I knew what was going to happen in the future. I deliberately limited my creative space and focused on writing more inspirational themes.

.But I have already achieved the ultimate in the same subject matter, which is like repeating itself, so my output has declined."

Chen Feng clicked the song for a moment, "Yes, after all, many of your previous songs were of the same type."

"I was able to guarantee output before, probably because my ideas were freer and more arbitrary when I was creating. When I got tired of walking on one path, I immediately turned to other directions, such as love songs. But this time I have never written anything about love.

Songs. I think this is related to the fact that you have covered this subject too much before, and you yourself have shown a clear disinterest in this subject."

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

I really told her exactly what was going on.

"Then, I deliberately suppressed my inspiration for love songs, right? This ultimately led to a sharp drop in production, and even the number of other narrative and scene-writing works also declined."

Chen Feng recalled the analysis of later historians and admitted honestly, "Yeah."

"Don't be nervous, I don't blame you. These are all my own choices, and they didn't happen to me, so I don't need to hold you responsible."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "I think we still need to write love songs."

He originally hoped that Zhong Lei would write more love songs this time, so he quickly took the opportunity to briefly talk about the weird views on marriage in the 31st century in the previous timeline.

Zhong Lei pondered the taste inside: "Although this kind of combination is highly efficient, it loses mutual dependence between people and makes it easier to give up when faced with a desperate situation?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to think about it seriously."

"That's right, that's right."

"But don't have too much hope. You may not be able to do something well if you deliberately do it. You still have to write songs based on your feelings. Otherwise, if I force myself to write it, it will only be recited for a while.

But it’s just a chat song that doesn’t mean much.”

When it comes to creating, Chen Feng has a lot of say in front of ordinary people, but he has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei. Basically, he can only take whatever she says.

Chen Feng responded: "So you should focus on "Morning Wind" first, and leave other things to chance. It's better to be more Buddhist-based."

"Well, I will go back and try more creative concepts in other aspects, make more pure music, or try symphonies or individual instrumental music. I will try them all, maybe I can inspire more inspiration."

Chen Feng continued to nod, "Yeah, as long as you can learn it, you can try it."

Putting down her chopsticks, Zhong Lei added, "Let's talk about our affairs again. Try not to mention the specific time. I just want to know the general direction."
To be continued...