In the past several timelines, Lu Wei's life experience has undergone many subtle changes each time she appeared in art history, but the ending is basically the same.

Since Chen Feng began to change time, Lu Wei's achievements have improved slightly, first entering the top 1,000, and then the evaluation has slowly moved forward a lot.

Chen Feng gave her a lot of works, which greatly improved her singing achievements.

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 the "failure" in artistic achievements, her life is not very successful and happy.

In every past timeline, Lu Wei is even worse than Zhong Lei. She has never married for her whole life, and has broken up with her family many times after she was over 30 years old.

The time of her breakup was not fixed. Sometimes she could hold on 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.

This had nothing to do with her ability.

Later, perhaps it was her mentality that was affected, or perhaps she really had run out of ideas. After breaking up with her family, she almost made no progress.

Not to mention her creative ability, even her basic singing skills as a singer were either advancing or regressing.

He had helped in every way he should, after all, she had benefited from every move, and it was still like this.

Therefore, Chen Feng did not have any expectations for Lu Wei in art, so he did not care much about her achievements. He only felt a little sad when he saw her "failed" life occasionally.

Lu Wei deserved to lose.

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how talented she was, being born in such a family gave her great convenience in the first half of her life, but it would inevitably have an adverse 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, working hard, and having some luck should be enough.

But if you want to be compared with people like Zhong Lei, and aim at "Master Chen Feng", a more shocking god-like creator, all the above conditions are not met, but you must give your all, exile yourself from body to mind, and become a more pure pursuer.

Lu Wei can't be so pure, because she can't turn back time 20 years ago and be born in another family.

Chen Feng knew very well about her current life and the life she would face in the future, so he was particularly moved after hearing her words.

"I don't think you are being hypocritical. I understand your thoughts. There are tens of thousands of people in the world, and everyone has the right to choose what kind of person they want to be." Chen Feng stood up, "Anyway, thank you very much for helping me so much."

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

Chen Feng waved his hands, "No, no, no, let's put things in order. Anyway, I will try my best to make myself stronger in the future and not cause you any trouble. As for this time... well, I really can't repay you. I will give you my favorite song that I copied this time... I worked very hard to create!"

Chen Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was shocked.

"Really?"

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

She immediately became interested.

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

almost let it slip again.

In the next thousand years of art history, if there are some works that can be compared with Zhong Lei's Seven Swords Divine Song, then "Across the Starry Sky" must be one.

This song was born in the early 22nd century. The starry sky rock style it pioneered influenced the concepts of countless rock writers in the next two or three hundred years. It is called the greatest rock song of the 22nd century, otherwise Chen Feng would not have noticed it so easily.

It will use a brand new instrument.

This musical instrument cannot be produced at present. This

is because the polymer organic biomaterial used in its strings has not yet been successfully developed.

Using an ordinary guitar as a substitute cannot achieve a perfect playing effect.

But the reason why Chen Feng dares to bring it out now is because this material happens to be among the materials he is going to develop next, and it will be solved in two years.

By then, using a new musical instrument to make this song popular again will help promote this new material with high strength, high elasticity and ultra-high toughness, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Okay, sell it to me for 6 million, and the other contract details will be handled according to your company's regulations." After listening to Chen Feng's self-praise, Lu Wei directly made an offer.

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

"No, that won't work." She insisted on paying him.

"Forget it, let me show you first."

Chen Feng didn't want to argue with her, so he ran to the piano room in Caiweilou as if he knew the place well, found the master-level guitar he had played several times, and played the accompaniment first to shock the other party.

But Chen Feng didn't dare to sing.

Then Chen Feng asked her to turn on the computer next to the tuning room, "Take a look at the song again, and the instrument called Hisma inside can be temporarily regarded as a guitar."

"Temporarily?" Lu Wei asked puzzledly while looking at the score.

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

"What!"

"Shh, don't tell anyone." Chen Feng made a gesture to silence her, signaling her to look at the score carefully.

About two hours later, Lu Wei scanned the score section by section, and slowly outlined 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 screening program to extract the keyboard music part, and pointed to the piano room, "Shall we play the accompaniment again? I play the piano and you play the guitar?"

"Okay."

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

Lu Wei finally stopped talking about money.

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

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

Chen Feng bowed and said humbly, "You are flattered."

Lu Wei covered her mouth and laughed at him, "You look so humble, it seems like you are pretending to be something..."

"Uh."

"Bi. Hahahahahahahahaha..."

She suddenly laughed hysterically, looking a little crazy.

Chen Feng looked at this person with concern, secretly wondering if he had given her a hundred years of classic rock music that would move people's hearts in advance, and that he had been pulling the roots out of her, causing her to have a mental illness?

After waiting for a long time, she finally smiled, but then she blushed and looked at Chen Feng, "This is the first time I've been so bold as to swear in front of others. It feels very special."

Chen Feng understood and began to be secretly alert.

He said, "This is not good. I am not used to seeing a gentle woman like you swearing."

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

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

"You haven't had a rest these days, have you? Why are you working so hard? Money? Not really."

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

"You're doing it to make me happy."

"Don't lie, I can see that. You should be a very sunny person, but you always make people feel depressed, as if you are always carrying a heavy weight. Is it because what you want to do is so big that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, right?"

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

couldn't pretend anymore, otherwise something would happen soon.

So, he spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "Don't think of me as so noble. I have never thought about becoming famous for generations. I just do whatever I want to do when I feel like it, and then I will be fine. I don't have any weird things on my shoulders. I just insist on doing what I like."

Then Lu Wei's eyes were wrong.

She understood Chen Feng's state of mind.

Conversations between people are often not just about what is said.

Behind every word, there is often a deep meaning in the speaker's heart that he himself has never noticed.

Lu Wei did admire him more, but after all, she was not as decisive as Zhong Lei in doing things and daring to love and hate. She still did not speak directly, but only sighed.

"It's the luck of this era to have you."

"It's okay. Really, you're being praised too much and I can't handle it. But Zhong Lei is greater than me. I made a promise to her a few days ago."

"What?"

...

Chen Feng told her about the agreement between him and Zhong Lei.

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

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

But she thought in her heart.

It's not strange for him to be like this.

This is him.

"Congratulations." "Thank you

."

"You are worthy of being the one who can express your feelings to each other in such a passionate way. I am looking forward to the song that Zhong Lei will create."

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

"But don't you think this is too difficult and a bit 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 is no way."

Lu Wei: "Can't I try?"

Chen Feng: "You can't."

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

"Okay, see you later."

Chen Feng left.

The four words "long and happy life together" sound very sweet, but maybe it is also a curse.

Who knows what will happen in the future.

The next morning, Chen Feng's rental house welcomed the second uninvited guest.

Fatty Ou is here.

Chen Feng didn't want him to come in and disturb him, but Fatty Ou said that he had just finished recording a pure folk album, and suddenly he had to develop a double track of folk and rock, which made his brain exploded and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to ask for help, so Chen Feng walked out of the apartment complex and welcomed him in.

As a result, he didn't talk about business after meeting him.

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

The fat man was really well-informed.

Chen Feng's eyebrows jumped, and he didn't know how much gossip he had heard.

He is a man who does not feel guilty. He said calmly without fear of ghosts knocking on his door in the middle of the night: "It's nothing. She helped me a lot, so I gave her a song."

"Just that?" Fatty Ou obviously didn't believe it.

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

"But why did I hear that after you had dinner with Sister Weiwei, you stayed in Caiwei Lou for almost three hours and didn't come out until almost midnight? After you left, Sister Weiwei didn't come out of Caiwei Lou until almost half an hour later. She was wiping tears as she walked out and got into the car."

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

"No, Master, didn't you notice? There is a Skynet right opposite Caiwei Lou. Yesterday, Sister Weiwei supported you, and it caused quite a stir in the small circle, so I was curious and asked my friends to take a look."

Chen Feng: "..."

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

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true, I swear to heaven. If I say even a single word of falsehood, an alien will come and kill me."

Chen Feng swore.

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

Chen Feng said nonchalantly, "Just believe me, I have nothing to hide."

Ou Junlang turned his face away, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, by the way, I asked someone to delete that surveillance video this morning."

Chen Feng gave him a thumbs up, "Very good, very spiritual. I will definitely produce 32 albums for you in this lifetime."

It's not a big deal to have a witty apprentice.

Chen Feng thought for a while and decided to give another task to Fatty Ou who often went out to make announcements and participate in variety shows.

"I will give you a task later."

"What task?"

"I will bring you ten small safes one by one, and then let you choose some target locations. You go and bury these boxes in the ground. Remember to bury them ten meters below the ground, and the points where you bury things must be accurate. But there is no rush. This is not a short-term thing. Anyway, every time you go out to a different city, come to my office to pick up the boxes. Every time you bury a box, remember to send me the satellite positioning and the photos taken on the spot. Remember not to tell anyone about this, and don't let anyone see you when you do it."

"Ah?" Ou Junlang was stunned, then he couldn't stop laughing, "Master, you know that you are becoming more and more famous now, and you may be remembered forever, so you deliberately hide some cultural relics? They will be discovered by future generations like treasures in the future?"

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

"I didn't expect that Master, you have the same pursuit as me." Ou Junlang blushed, "I have almost buried all 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 publicly accepted, Fatty Ou buried so many boxes, and many of them must have been dug out, but they never caused any waves in history.

His rank is still a little bit low.

It's pitiful and lamentable.

The matter was settled, Chen Feng told Fatty Ou to get lost, and told him to keep an eye on his father's movements after he returned, as he might need to communicate with his father soon, so he didn't need to find someone who had just got off a plane in the United States.

Fatty Ou left with a lot of doubts in his mind.

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

Old clothes that were repeatedly worn, washed, and undressed when he was down and out, used toothbrushes, mouthwash cups, chipped teacups, porcelain bowls, TV remotes that were broken and left with countless fingerprints due to melted batteries, mice that double-clicked with the left button, cheap keyboards that were short-circuited due to water, a few love letters that he wrote on the Internet to a high school girl whose face he had forgotten, ten strands of hair that fell off his head when he rubbed it off...

These were the parts that belonged to him.

Then he went upstairs again and went to Zhong Lei's room.

But these were other people's things after all, so he couldn't mess around. He only took the old toothbrush, cup, bowl, cheap old clothes, and carefully picked out ten strands of hair that were definitely her hair from the floor drain in her bathroom.

He did not touch Zhong Lei's underwear, otherwise he would feel that he was at a disadvantage.

He distributed them almost evenly and packed ten bags. Everything was ready, waiting for the arrival of the ultra-durable and anti-degradable polymer material mechanical safe that he asked Meng Xiaozhou to buy from overseas. It was said that it could withstand microbial degradation for 100,000 years and was super strong.

It was already afternoon when all this was done. Chen Feng called Zhong Lei who was far away in Los Angeles and said like a domineering president, "I just cleaned your room for you. Some things were no longer usable when you came back, so I threw them away. Oh, and I donated all the cheap clothes in your closet that cost less than three hundred dollars. 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."