A day later, Chen Feng arrived in Los Angeles first.

He had a 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 seemed that that timeline was the real reality, but it was a pity that he could not go there.

Because every time he wanted to find "reality", his world would trigger certain special keywords, and then it would collapse into pieces without any struggle.

His world was too small and fragile, and there were some things he was not worthy of thinking about.

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

The living experience of a villa worth 10 million US dollars is different.

By the way, he bought not only the building, but also a small team of butlers to serve the 0.91-acre mansion, as well as a sports car and a high-end business car in the garage.

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

Chen Feng was lying on his back with his legs crossed, very contentedly beside the swimming pool.

On the small table beside him were some Chinese gourmet cold dishes, and in the kitchen, the butler and a team of eight chefs invited from a famous Chinese restaurant in Los Angeles were busy.

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

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

Moreover, the service team for his dinner has to prepare twelve dishes. The labor cost and material cost add up, and his meal is worth more than 4,000 US dollars.

But he has no choice. After all, his appetite is too big. It is not enough to eat two dishes and one soup like ordinary people, not to mention that there are other people tonight.

Not long after, Zhong Lei came here in the female bodyguard's car.

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

Chen Feng threw up his hands, "How can this be called enjoying life? It's just having a full meal."

Zhong Lei sat down, picked up the finger-sized dessert in front of her, and said while eating, "So many people are surrounding you to serve you a meal, isn't this called enjoying life?"

Chen Feng said without hesitation, "Compared with the 31st century, this so-called enjoyment is nothing. Any ordinary person in Japan would enjoy it. Artificial intelligence and manufacturing machines are used to help us in our daily lives. If we want to have a good meal, we just need to wait for a few seconds and we will have everything we want. We can even let intelligent robots feed us food. "

Zhong Lei imagined the scene and looked at the staff who were serving dishes not far away. She sighed, "The future is great. I envy you."

Chen Feng thought for a moment, "If there were no invaders, it would be worth envy."

Zhong Lei suddenly asked, "The medical level in the future will be very advanced, right?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

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

"Almost no. Except for those who died of excessive fatigue and premature aging, basically no one died of illness."

Zhong Lei rubbed her nose, "Is that so? That's great..."

There was something wrong in her tone, and she looked very sad.

Chen Feng recalled her life experience recorded in history books, and he didn't find it strange.

Zhong Lei was born in an average family. Her parents were ordinary workers, and they were not professional music practitioners.

Her enlightenment teacher was none other than her grandfather.

Her grandfather played the erhu very well, and he could also play many other traditional instruments such as the guzheng and the horse-head fiddle.

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

This is a regret in Zhong Lei's life.

A few minutes later, the dishes filled the long table.

The two ate and chatted.

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

But when the two chatted, she couldn't help asking a few more questions.

Zhong Lei was mainly concerned about four things.

Whether she could complete "Morning Breeze" faster in her life, whether she could write better songs, whether they got married as promised, and how their life after marriage was.

Chen Feng spoke choosily.

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

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng said truthfully, "There are not many new ones, only two. The quality has not declined, and the level is basically the same as "Self-Ignition", "Bath of Fire", "Sharp Edge Revealed", and "Sleepwalking in Virgo." "

Zhong Lei was silent for a moment, "Is that so? It seems that I will also run out of ideas one day."

"You can't say that you have run out of ideas. I think you have probably gotten into a dilemma, so you limit the breadth of your own creation."

Zhong Lei frowned slightly, "Dilemma?"

"Yes. I think..."

Chen Feng was about to explain, but Zhong Lei raised her hand to stop him, "Don't say, let me figure it out myself."

"Okay."

Zhong Lei began to talk to herself while pondering.

"My level has not dropped, so I could have written a similar number of new works of the same level, but I didn't."

Chen Feng: "This has no impact on your historical status. With "Morning Breeze" as a foundation, it is as stable as Mount Tai."

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

After a long time, she gradually sorted out her thoughts and analyzed: "Although the styles of the songs I wrote before were different, the scope was actually narrow. The themes were basically inspirational themes in popular vocal music."

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes. But your singing style and music structure are more complex, not like the chord splicing of others. You can create a chord combination that is very personal to you in almost every song. So in the future, your songs will probably be both popular and classical."

Zhong Lei blushed slightly, "You praise me too much. The broad definition of classical music is the universality that transcends time, the eternal artistic value and the highest achievement in the field of music art in a certain period. Classical music must not only become a model for its own generation, but also still have extremely 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 talking about your work?"

Zhong Lei's face turned even redder.

Although she had already known part of the future from Chen Feng, and was also very clear that her songs were indeed amazing, she still felt weird and uncomfortable.

"Forget it, don't interrupt."

"Yeah."

"When I finished "Morning Breeze" and tried to create again, I was dominated by a sense of responsibility because I knew about 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 type of theme, which is equivalent to repeating myself, so my output has declined."

Chen Feng smacked his lips for a moment, "Yes, after all, many of your previous songs are of the same type."

"I was able to guarantee the output before, probably because I was freer and more spontaneous in my creative thinking. When I got tired of one path, I immediately turned to other directions, such as love songs. But this time I never wrote a love-themed song. I think it has something to do with the fact that you have already brought back too many songs with this theme, and you yourself have clearly shown that you are not interested in this theme."

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly.

She really got it right, that's the case.

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

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

"Don't be nervous, I don't blame you. These are all my own choices, and none of that happened to me, so there's no need to hold you responsible."

Chen Feng thought for a moment, "I think, love songs still have to be written."

He originally hoped that Zhong Lei would write a little more love songs this time, and 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 meaning behind this: "Although the efficiency of such a combination is high, people have lost their mutual dependence and are more likely to give up when faced with desperation?"

"Yes."

"Then I have to think about it seriously."

"Yes, that's right."

"But don't hold out too much hope. Deliberately doing something may not lead to success. Songwriting still requires inspiration. Otherwise, if I force myself to write it, it will only be a catchy song that can be spread for a while but has little meaning."

When it comes to composing, Chen Feng has a lot of say in front of ordinary people, but he has no confidence in front of Zhong Lei, and basically he can only follow what she says.

Chen Feng responded, "So you should focus on "Morning Breeze" first, and as for other things, just go with the flow. It's better to be more Buddhist."

"Well, I'll go back and try more creative ideas in other areas, make more pure music, or try symphony or individual instrumental music. I'll try them all, maybe it will 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 said, "Let's talk about us. Try not to mention the specific time, I just want to know the general direction."

Chen Feng began to pick and choose and tell her the story in a plain way. The general meaning was that we lived a good life, I was not bankrupt, and we supported each other through thick and thin and were very happy even after a hundred years.

Chen Feng talked while eating for most of the time. Zhong Lei, who had finished her meal first, listened happily, her smiling eyes fixed on him.

Unknowingly, when the moon was high in the sky, Chen Feng talked about Zhong Lei's last words before she passed away.

"You said at that time, 'You are so happy too. We are together in this life and we will be together in the next life. You have attended more funerals than ordinary people, but you are also much happier. Next time you come back, tell me more about us. I also want to experience this kind of happiness.'"

Zhong Lei covered her mouth and laughed, expressing her disbelief, "I would never say such corny words."

Although she said it cunningly, the smile on her face became more intense.

It was just a love affair, but I could hear several different stories for several lifetimes.

Is there a more romantic life in the world?

Chen Feng knew that she was just being stubborn, and shrugged, "Your excuse is useless, all history books say so."

"That's what others made up to beautify my image, I don't believe it anyway." Zhong Lei raised her hands, looking very arrogant.

Chen Feng spread his hands, "Okay, I can't do anything if you don't believe me, you can say whatever you want."

Zhong Lei pinched her chin with her fingers and muttered, "I'll think about it. I'll think about what I should say when the time comes. This time I have to prepare the lines first, it will be included in the history books, it must be grand and classy."

Chen Feng said you are really boring.

After a moment, Zhong Lei said seriously: "I think I should criticize you, because you don't have to consider me at all. After the technical conditions are mature, you can complete Guards No. 9 a few years in advance and then set off earlier. I hope you can do your job better, I don't want to hold you back. I'm not such a weak woman. As long as the time is ripe, you should hurry up and go as far as possible, without waiting for me to die."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "It seems that everyone's life should be divided into stages. Maybe you do think so now, and in the future of the previous timeline, you may have thought so at a certain age, but in the end, the will you left was like that."

Zhong Lei didn't stick to her words this time.

She picked up another cup of juice in front of her noodles, her eyes a little hazy, "That's right, so some things should be done while you are young. Otherwise, when you are old, it may be too late to try. Everyone will get old."

Under the moonlight, by the swimming pool, the scenery is just right.

Chen Feng could vaguely hear something strange.

"Don't worry, because I'm not leaving this time."

"Ah? Not leaving? What do you mean? Why?"

"Because there's no need. I already know where the traveler went. It's done and there's no way to find him back."

His tone was very relaxed, but Zhong Lei was shocked.

After a few seconds, Zhong Lei tentatively asked, "Do you mean it's unavoidable?"

"Yes."

"Hiss..." Zhong Lei began to inhale through gritted teeth.

Of course she knew what this meant.

The shortcut was gone.

The future was even more hopeless.

But the strange thing was that Chen Feng was very calm and didn't look like he needed comfort.

"You've become stronger."

"Yeah."

Chen Feng responded, then turned his head to look at the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhong Lei was looking at him.

He must think that people who try to find shortcuts are fragile.

Learning to give up fantasies will make people stronger.

Since there is no shortcut, just keep rushing forward.

Zhong Lei stood up and hugged his head from behind.

She wanted to say something, but felt it was unnecessary.

Ten minutes later, the two sat in the study together again and turned on Chen Feng's computer in the study.

The two decided to copy the score together and take out the two songs to study them carefully.

The song titles are quite simple, namely "Move Forward" and "Burning the Cauldrons".

The idea is also very straightforward, just take the name as it comes.

Chen Feng's hand speed is very fast now, and he completed the arrangement using the software in less than ten minutes.

He rubbed his temples, "I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to take a nap first, I need to adjust my biological clock. I have to go to a meeting tomorrow morning."

Zhong Lei looked at the time, it was only eight o'clock, it was not her sleep period yet.

"Okay, then you go to bed, I'll look at the score."

Two hours later, Zhong Lei stared blankly at the screen on Chen Feng's computer, covering her mouth with her hands, her face was red, and her heart was beating fast.

What was on the screen was not the score, but some unspeakable pictures.

She had finished reading the score a long time ago and tried to sing it a cappella.

It was very good, but it did not inspire her with any new inspiration.

Then she began to wander around Chen Feng's computer out of boredom.

She wanted to know more about Chen Feng.

Of course, she didn't intend to find any real secrets in this computer.

After all, this is Master Chen's computer in Los Angeles, and it is connected to the Internet, so important information must not be forgotten to be stored in it.

Chen Feng forgot one thing.

This computer synchronizes all the documents he copied from the hard drive of the old computer he used in college.

There is inventory in it.

College students, who is not energetic.

Who doesn't have some inventory.

It's human nature.

As a result, Zhong Lei just clicked on a few videos casually, and then saw the scenes that made her "eye-catching".

After all, she was a player who had been in nightclubs and seen the warmth and coldness of the world. Although Zhong Lei is not an old hand, she still understands men.

So she can't say that she is very angry, but a little excited.

This guy is actually still a normal person.

I almost thought you were going to become an immortal.