"Chen Feng?"

Zhong Lei called out downstairs, but no one answered.

The huge lobby of the villa was so empty that one could even hear an echo.

"Where's he?"

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

She knew it was Chen Feng's suitcase.

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

But Zhong Lei knew that today was the day of the time travel, so she felt that in fact, this guy always wanted to be closer to her before he went there, but he just refused to admit it.

Saying one thing and thinking another is the standard of a successful man.

Zhong Lei smiled sweetly.

She could feel that among all people, Chen Feng cared about her the most.

Maybe it's because of feelings, maybe it's because of "Morning Breeze".

Does it matter why he cares about me?

Actually, it doesn't matter.

What matters is this fact.

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

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

Zhong Lei gave him a sanitary look, "I don't trust you. You can't be so absorbed in such a small matter. You must be thinking about bigger things. What? Are you depressed again? Do you want me to give you a shot of adrenaline?" Chen Feng

quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, it's nothing serious. No need for a shot of adrenaline, I've already filled it up."

"Then what are you thinking about?"

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

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

Damn it, I forgot that Zhong Lei would send her hair to me tonight, and I was too relaxed, so she caught me in the act.

How could Master Chen have the nerve to admit that the question I was considering was something else?

In a big way, it's called "On the necessity of improving the genes of races by any means necessary for the survival of civilization - as a savior, should you be more responsible and go all out as long as there is a one in a billion chance?" In

a small way, it's just "Should we two have a hehehe."

Well, it's so concise, straightforward, and shameless.

But Master Chen still had to save face, "Oh, it's really nothing. You know, every time I go there, I have to consider a lot of issues, and they are very detailed."

This reason is sufficient, Zhong Lei believed it for the time being, "Okay, but I actually don't think it's necessary."

"Huh?"

Zhong Lei spread her hands, "In your memory that has come back, maybe you are in the past. But in your memory that stayed and in our eyes, you have not left, you are still you. What you consider today, you can still consider tomorrow after you wake up."

Chen Feng nodded, "That's right. It's just that last time we successfully destroyed the opponent's vanguard battleship and met 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, "Yes, Zhong Lei, you think it very clearly."

Zhong Lei smiled sweetly, then pulled her long hair and shook her head, "Of course, I'm not stupid. And I also know that when you fall asleep, including me, everyone in this world, and 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 extend to a thousand years later, and then end with you dying in a disaster a thousand years later."

Chen Feng: "According to what you said, from a philosophical point of view, whether it is the "me" who stayed behind or you, you will become false people who seem to exist but actually do not exist?"

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

"Ah?"

"But I'm also very happy."

"Huh?"

"Didn't I say this in my last life's will? This way we can live together for many lifetimes. The ancients said that it takes thousands of glances in the previous life to get to pass by each other in this life. It also says that it takes a hundred years to be able to ride the same boat, and a thousand years to be able to sleep on the same pillow. I can have a love affair with you, and it can last for several lifetimes. I am completely satisfied. Whether it is true or false, a dream or reality, I am too lazy to care. After tens of millions of years, if humans still exist, if humans can still remember our names, remember that we once fought for this civilization, and future generations have written down our deeds, then how jealous will future generations be of our good fortune to know and stay with each other for generations to come?"

"Now my ideals have been raised very high by you, but in the previous timeline that I was unaware of, I was able to complete "Morning Breeze" because I loved you deeply and didn't want to let you down. When I think about it myself, I am a little moved. And I also understand that although my motivation for creating "Morning Breeze" is no longer simply for you, but also for mankind, I am very clear that my starting point has never changed. Because seeing you happy makes me happy, I will feel happy, so I will try, and then I did it. Such love will surely be passed down for billions of years, right?" She smiled again, "Just like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Chen Feng stared, his face full of shock.

Zhong Lei... this is too unfair.

Something is wrong today, something is weird.

She is completely unlike herself, very abnormal.

Is she thinking about something?

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

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

"What?"

Zhong Lei: "Love. You asked me to write a love song, so I want to understand what true love is like. I want to write a love song that transcends time, so I must understand love that transcends time. I vaguely understand it now. In fact, I have had this kind of love since the beginning, but I am not good enough, not excellent enough, and I don't see my heart clearly enough, so I didn't write anything. Now I want to do better."

Hearing this, Chen Feng looked at Zhong Lei's fair and delicate face close to him, her long black hair lingering around her ears, her high and straight nose, her red lips like cherry blossoms, her eyes full of autumnal waves, and her cheeks shining.

His heartbeat began to accelerate inexplicably, pounding wildly.

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

Thousands of words could only be condensed into one word "Hmm".

His mind was in a mess again.

What should I do? What should I do now?

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

But I haven't figured it out yet!

"Then... then, what about the hair?"

Chen Feng gritted his

teeth and changed the subject. God knows how many brain cells he, a dignified human from the Milky Way, burned to change the topic.

Zhong Lei came here today and did make a certain decision. She didn't force him and decided to withdraw for the time being.

If Chen Feng was really provoked like this and rushed over with bared fangs and claws, she would find it strange.

Zhong Lei knew very well that this was him, and she liked him just the way he was.

Zhong Lei raised the plastic bag in her hand, "Here it is, I'll put it in the compartment of your suitcase, remember to keep it safe."

After 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 busying around, his heart still beating fast, thinking in his mind, he didn't know what news she had received recently, anyway, the situation tonight was not good, should he find a stronger reason to send her back to Mason College in a hurry.

Zhong Lei had just opened the compartment bag when she suddenly noticed the bottom.

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

Chen Feng: "Uh... woolen trousers. Knitted trousers."

"Ah? Isn't it summer? Why are there so many woolen trousers in your box? Huh... such tacky woolen trousers, what era is this?"

Chen Feng, whose attention was finally diverted, blushed a little: "This... these are the woolen trousers my grandma knitted for me before she passed away. I just found them a few days ago."

"Ah!" Zhong Lei covered her mouth suddenly.

She knew about Chen Feng's family affairs, and she immediately became nervous. She quickly blushed and waved her hands, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't know about this, I didn't mean it. Not unsophisticated, not unsophisticated at all. I'm so sorry! I... I didn't mean it that way."

She was so nervous that she was a little incoherent.

Chen Feng saw that she looked frightened, and it had nothing to do with the image of a talented person and a famous person described in history books.

But the two types of her were so subtle and appropriate that they were condensed into one person,

and Master Chen found it particularly interesting. Although he also left his name in history, the same thing always gave him different feelings when it happened to himself and Zhong Lei, and he felt a very strange secret pleasure.

He actually forgot the warning sign in his mind before, "It's okay. Even if my grandmother knew about it, she probably wouldn't mind your unintentional mistake. After all, you... are different."

Zhong Lei was slightly relieved.

She understood Chen Feng's subtext.

Grandma really wouldn't mind her grandson's daughter-in-law's unintentional mistake.

Maybe 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 a man of great stature, should have great ambitions and shouldn't care about these things at all.

But she didn't intend to confront Chen Feng directly and say something like "I wouldn't mind even if you want it all."

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

With Chen Feng's personality, he would probably fill his mind with a long series of thoughts, such as sacrificing personal details for the greater good of humanity.

And then... he would probably feel guilty again.

"Can you talk to me about these woolen pants?"

Zhong Lei changed the subject again.

This was exactly what Chen Feng wanted.

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

The two sat on the edge of the bed.

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

About twenty minutes later, he explained the whole story of the relationship between Old Man Hu and Grandpa Chen Mo.

The chair was a little high, and Zhong Lei's two slender legs in her cropped pants were swaying.

Chen Feng only took a few more glances, afraid that his soul would be drawn away, and quickly turned his face away.

Zhong Lei sighed, "So that's how it is. Alas. It must be very sad when an old man dies?"

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

"Fortunately, you at least met your grandfather. You have to thank Lu Wei for that."

"Yeah. But I still have regrets."

"What regrets?"

Chen Feng shook his head and refused to say.

"Wait, you just said that when you participated in the family dinner at Grandpa Hu's house, you saw that other people's families were happy, with four generations living together, enjoying the family life. There was a taste of envy in your tone."

Chen Feng: "..."

Miscalculated.

Forgot that Zhong Lei is also a freak.

I was too absorbed in telling the story just now, and I accidentally exposed some of my emotions, which was discovered by her.

"Is it right, is it 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 trying to hide it, but I could feel his loss. Alas..."

Zhong Lei also sighed.

"Although I know that it is not too harsh to be able to meet once, but sometimes I also think, how nice it would be if we could meet earlier and spend more time together?"

Zhong Lei: "But even if it is just such a brief meeting, you have worked hard for thousands of years. If you have not gradually become better, others will not think of mobilizing such a huge social resource for you. Tracing your origins is really difficult. A child was abducted in my hometown. My family is quite rich, but we haven't found the child for many years."

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

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

"Yeah."

After chatting for a while, the atmosphere in the room gradually became a little weird.

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

A very obvious hint, perfect score.

Zhong Lei turned her face away, expressionless, "Oh. And then?"

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

Zhong Lei: "Lesna and I have asked for leave. We don't have classes tomorrow morning."

Chen Feng: "..."

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

"Huh? What? Music scores?"

"No."

"What is that?"

Zhong Lei: "Let's not talk about this for now. Let me ask you another question. In the matter of fighting for humanity, do you think you have really done it perfectly?"

Chen Feng wanted to lie, but another thing came to his mind. He obviously had better genes, but in the matter of leaving offspring, he was really beaten to a pulp by the fat man and had no way to refute it.

He shook his head, "It's not perfect." "

What's lacking?"

"A lot. Anyway, I still left some room for improvement."

Zhong Lei didn't ask what it was and continued, "Why did you leave some room for improvement?"

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

"Besides, you obviously envy others for having many children and grandchildren, but you always let yourself and me grow old alone. Are you worthy of yourself and me?"

At this point, they had already talked everything out.

Chen Feng did not expect Zhong Lei's attack today to be so fierce. He could only smile bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Didn't I say it before? It's impossible, my genes..." "

How do you know if you don't try? If you have tried and failed, you won't regret it. But giving up without trying is another concept. Others, such as Fatty O'Neal, know how to bow their heads and do their best. Your genes can even change the times, but you don't try. Aren't you ashamed? Are you worthy of your dead comrades? You are our leader, you have to be more responsible."

In this debate, Chen Feng was completely defeated.

After a long while, he nodded, "Then let's go back and try test tube babies."

Zhong Lei almost fainted on the spot, "You're still pretending? What I saw on your computer are those 'documentaries' you watched in college, um, about biology, about reproduction."

Chen Feng: "Hiss..."

Crazy.

He silently moved the chair to the side, "How about this?"

Zhong Lei looked up at him, "I have been waiting for you to take the initiative. After all, you used to be quite proactive, you even peeked at me from under my collar. But now I find that this is not going to work. I want to write a love song, so I try hard to think about it. But no matter how thoroughly I think about it, I always feel that it is almost not enough. I know why. We missed something very important. Of course, it may not be useful, but I want to try. What, is it that I am not pretty enough and not attractive to you?"

Chen Feng was stunned.

He remembered the evaluation of Zhong Lei in the history books, who had a clear distinction between love and hate and was fierce and powerful.

Chen Feng still remembered the embarrassment when he tried to chat with Zhong Lei for the first time and was viciously blocked by her.

At that time, he just thought that this person was simply sick and had been shot.

Later, he understood that when she dealt with strangers she didn't like, she was really like that. If she said she was annoyed with you, she would be annoyed with you without any concealment.

Now Chen Feng understands even more. She is also like this when dealing with the object she likes. Once she makes up her mind, she will step on the accelerator to death without brakes.

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

Lu Wei's engagement, the small video in Chen Feng's computer, the envy that Chen Feng accidentally revealed when chatting about other people's families, Ou Junlang's struggle to be a good stud that almost cost him his life, and most importantly, Zhong Lei's personal thoughts on what love is.

Chen Feng's mouth gradually became dry.

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

"Yes, rationality and sensibility."

"Yes."

"If I want to write the best songs, I need to stimulate my emotions to the extreme. We can't just consider this matter for the purpose of reproducing offspring. I want to try not to consider anything and just follow my own desires. I want to give it a try. In fact, there is something I have always wanted to tell you. You are always worried that this will affect my creation of "Morning Breeze", but that is actually an additional personality you imposed on me. I can tell you clearly that it will not. I don't know how logic and ethics should be judged when you go to the future. But at least I can still be sure that you are you, so..."

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

The long night in Los Angeles is long after all.

It is hard to say whether it is because of the deep love that they can no longer restrain themselves or because it is a natural process. After many twists and turns, the two finally come to this point.

Everything is both plain and vigorous.

At this moment, the two do not consider the future or the past.

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

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

Reproduction.

I don't know when it started, but the simple and noble reproduction was attached with countless additional meanings by the world, either praise or criticism.

But no matter where the impulse comes from and 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 are both very clear that if the two can produce offspring, what it means to civilization.

So both of them can't restrain their fantasies.

Chen Feng thought that 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 cheap. Love is the psychological pursuit that comes after material life is fully satisfied.

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

In primitive society, people were exhausted just dealing with life-and-death crises every day. They had no time to think about love, beauty, ugliness, or handsomeness. Giving birth to a baby was the greatest achievement in life.

But no one would laugh at the primitive people's view of marriage, because without the indulgence of primitive people, how could there be the sweet love of modern people?