Chapter 2

There was a mess in his mind, causing Chen Feng to be out of state all day.

　　Fortunately, the work of the apartment housekeeper is very simple and mechanical, with no technical content.

　　And Chen Feng was lucky today, no troublesome things happened, only a few trivial things were simply dealt with.

　　In the afternoon, he went to the company to attend the monthly summary meeting, and he was still absent-minded throughout the meeting.

　　He racked his brains to recall everything in the dream, and the more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it was.

　　As a "traverser", in order to understand a world, of course, you must first understand the history of this world.

　　In the dream, he spent a lot of thought on this.

　　Using the time point of his own life as the boundary, he divided the history in the dream world into two.

　　In the first half of history, the dream world and the real world completely overlapped and were exactly the same.

　　After waking up, he thought that the dream itself was based on his own worldview, so the first half of the history and the real history must overlap.

　　But is it correct to push back the second half of a thousand years from now on "history" that happens in the future?

　　Chen Feng was completely clueless, because the second half of the historical materials he could find were very sketchy and had no reference value. Even the junior high school history textbooks were not as detailed.

　　A hundred years of time can be summed up in one sentence. The span is too large, as if it was artificially covered with a layer of fog, and there is no important node that can be used to make a fortune.

　　What lottery numbers, stock market trends, important policy changes, demolition and resettlement plans... none of them.

　　When Chen Feng was still in his dream, he couldn't understand this, and storing some historical materials would not take up much hard drive, but he didn't.

　　When he first woke up and collected his thoughts, he pondered for a long time and came to a depressing conclusion.

　　This "history" is false, and it is all a dream based on its own worldview.

　　Starting with a dream, the content depends entirely on the brain, of course it will be like this.

　　Since history is all made up in his own dreams, his dream of making a fortune by using the unknown prophet has been shattered.

　　But the songs he listened to, the novels he read, the movies he watched, and the games he played when he was a low-income household in his dreams were all true and perfect.

　　The contrast between the detailed entertainment resources and the hazy and vague historical materials is simply incredible.

　　Chen Feng doesn't feel that he has the talent to create at all, but how can he make up the entertainment in such a detailed way?

　　Can't figure it out.

　　He originally planned to stop thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out, to work with peace of mind and regain his real life, but when he opened the door, he bumped into Zhong Lei.

　　Chen Feng didn't know her at all before, he didn't know what she looked like, and he didn't know her origin. There was no possibility of making up this person.

　　But this one has also left a name in the historical materials of the outline of the dream world, and it is a big man who has been famous for thousands of years in the field of art and entertainment.

　　She is by her side now!

　　Without a trace of defense, she appeared so bluntly and domineering.

　　Chen Feng couldn't calm down.

　　He began to take the initiative to believe that everything in the dream was real.

　　In the dream, Zhong Lei's life story did not mention Chen Feng, her former apartment housekeeper and neighbor.

It can only be because the friendship between the two is too shallow, Zhong Lei has soared to the sky, but Chen Feng can't even keep a name for his popularity.

　　Chen Feng didn't know that before, and he didn't like dealing with strangers.

　　But now that he has made this big discovery, how can he keep his heart a little bit?

　　Heart-to-heart, Da Vinci, Picasso, or Du Fu's neighbors should know that they can make a name for themselves in the future, can they think about it?

　　Chen Feng is also a mortal. After all, he does not have the idea of ​​being taller and more high-tech, and he cannot do it, but it would be foolish to let go of the shortcut to success like hugging your thighs!

　　That's not an ordinary thick thigh, that's Beethoven living in the contemporary age!

　　Now the two are neighbors upstairs and downstairs in the same apartment, sharing the same apartment door. Rounding up is equal to the same roommate. Chen Feng thinks he has a great chance.

　　Now Zhong Lei is twenty-one years old, and she is still an unemployed vagabond who has just dropped out of college.

　　Friendship is sincere enough when they meet at the end of the day.

　　Not to mention becoming a boyfriend and girlfriend, as long as you deliberately get close, and then ask for warmth, you will become a close friend, and you will always be able to get her in the future.

　　He didn't expect to be famous with Qing Shi, but only hoped that after Zhong Lei took off in the future, it would be enough to give him a hand.

　　After making up his mind, Chen Feng began to think about how to make friends with Zhong Lei.

　　He had a lot of ways to talk in his mind.

　　But it didn't take long for him to get a little crazy.

　　Because of his relatively special family background, he has been withdrawn since childhood, not very good at socializing, and has few serious friends.

　　Let him take the initiative to approach a heterosexual, even if the purpose is not to pick up girls, it is a bit difficult and uncomfortable.

　　Chen Feng's heart is bitter, forget it, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge, and then it will be time to adapt.

　　After the company meeting, Chen Feng had a light meal outside and then went home.

　　It was about 7:30 when I got home. I opened the door and saw Zhong Lei coming downstairs, and bumped into her face again.

　　She still looked a little confused, presumably having slept all day.

　　She had light makeup on her face, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

　　After chatting a little stiff in the morning, Chen Feng smiled slightly awkwardly and said, "Good evening."

　　Suddenly being greeted by him, Zhong Lei seemed a little uncomfortable and turned to look at him.

　　"Oh. Good evening."

　　Zhong Lei held her mouth for about ten seconds before she could say a word.

　　The tone is flat, without emotion, like a robot.

　　Chen Feng was quite satisfied with this, at least the two sides had a rare chance to have a serious chat for the first time.

　　If you are an experienced social player, you will probably know what to do at this time, and then you will continue to strike up a conversation next time.

　　But Chen Feng didn't think so much, opened his mouth and asked, "By the way, where are you going at night?"

　　Zhong Lei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her expression suddenly turned cold, and she said sternly, "Never mind your business."

　　She rolled her eyes again, even pouted, and walked away on her own.

　　The conversation was even stiffer than in the morning.

　　Chen Feng froze in place.

　　He didn't even know what he was doing wrong.

　　Although they are strangers to each other, they are still neighbors.

　　"Nervous disease. Taking the wrong medicine!"

　　Several minutes passed before Chen Feng eased his breath.

　　Back in his room, he was still angry.

　　On the other hand, Zhong Lei took a taxi after going out and went to a high-end bar in the central district of Hanzhou.

　　Because of dropping out of school, she had a quarrel with her family.

　　This means that from now on she has to learn to survive on her own, so she finds a job as a resident singer in a bar.

　　She didn't like the job at all.

　　As an academic music and art student, she is very arrogant. She thinks that the job of a bar singer is very low, and regards it as a shame, but life must go on. Even if she is disgusted, she has to recognize it with her nose pinched.

　　So when Chen Feng asked her where she was going, she actually touched the pain in her heart.

　　Even though Chen Feng's expression was serious, she herself felt that Chen Feng had seen through his work, and his smile was full of irony and teasing.

　　He was deliberately making fun of himself, who went out late and returned early, for doing an unsightly job.

　　That's why Zhong Lei had such a big reaction, even sulking while sitting in the car.

Chen Feng naturally couldn't know or imagine Zhong Lei's series of psychological activities.

　　The wishful thinking of hugging his thighs had just started, and he was tragically hit by Waterloo, which made Chen Feng feel a little discouraged.

　　Zhong Lei is too eccentric, moody, more withdrawn than herself, and extremely difficult to deal with, giving people the feeling that a cow can't eat a pumpkin.

　　"Otherwise, forget it?" Chen Feng said to himself.

　　But he was not reconciled.

　　That's one of the top 100 people in the thousand-year art history!

　　Don't look at today's developed entertainment industry, there are so many stars as dogs, and big names walk all over the place, it's useless.

　　In the first 50 years of the 21st century, looking at home and abroad, there were as many actors, singers, composers, directors, painters, and writers as the crucian carp crossing the river, but in the thousand-year art history, there were only Zhong Lei and a few others. People can be in the top 100!

　　How great is this.

　　One or two have not yet been born, and Chen Feng can't get close to the parents of these people in advance.

　　Even if he can do it, when these people achieve success, I am afraid that Chen Feng himself will be in his 70s or 80s.

There are also a few who have been famous for a long time now. Chen Feng knows these people, but these people don't know him, and he has no chance to get close to each other.

　　There are also individual painters, who are now down and out, and Chen Feng can easily approach them.

　　But as painters, they all know that they are unknown when they are alive, and they will become more and more sought after after death.

　　For example, the one Chen Feng knew, three hundred years after his death, the world finally recognized his artistic achievements.

　　For three hundred years, Chen Feng and the painter himself could not wait.

　　So after thinking about it, the only thing with practical value is Zhong Lei.

　　"It is said that there is only a thin line between genius and lunatic. It seems natural that Zhong Lei can achieve such achievements, and there are some mavericks in her personality."

　　Thinking of this, he forgave Zhong Lei again.

　　Since the straight-forward approach is almost impossible, then change the way of thinking to save the country.

　　That night, Chen Feng tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

　　After careful consideration, he slowly came up with new ideas.

　　He decided to copy the song.

　　Anyway, the whole year I spent in the dreamland was wasted, and I only cared about having fun all day long. I had a lot of knowledge about leisure and entertainment works such as TV, movies, novels, games, and songs. It is better to use it as waste.

　　It is wrong to think about forcibly hugging your thighs, you have to take the initiative to explore your own advantages.

　　Make yourself stronger first, and then let the thighs of the chick take the initiative to hug you!

　　Those works that I have seen in my dreams are my advantage!

　　So what am I copying?

　　The volume of movies and TV shows is too large, and it is difficult to realize them.

　　novel?

　　The number of words is too many, and most of him only vaguely remember the vague plot, so that he can't recite it.

　　Reluctantly write a novel according to a vague plot?

　　Don't be kidding, there are so many words, and writing novels is so tiring, it may not be popular in this time period, and the input-output ratio is too low.

　　Furthermore, each person's own hand-typed text is destined to have different personal characteristics for each person.

　　The same thing, when told by different people, has a different taste.

　　Chen Feng is very self-aware, at least he is not the material at present, and the script is the same.

　　As for the development of games, it is even more absurd and funny. The investment amount is not small, and with the current level of technology, he cannot develop the high-end games he once played.

　　Therefore, considering various factors, the simplest and easiest to realize is copying songs.

　　It's a pity that Chen Feng didn't come from an artistic background. He had never studied music before.

　　Even though he has listened to those songs many times, now he can barely recall part of the melody, hum a few lines off and on, and is still out of tune.

　　But gotta try.

　　Chen Feng made a schedule, first digging out his mind to recall the most impressive songs, and at the same time learning basic music theory, trying to restore the songs as much as possible with the simplest tune.

　　This process is of course difficult, but he at least has more hazy finished songs in his mind than ordinary people who have nothing.

　　There is another benefit of copying songs that cannot be ignored.

　　This is clearly for Zhong Lei's favor.

　　Now we are still strangers, so it is so difficult to get close.

　　But if you become a like-minded comrade, you won't be so cruel, right?

　　Isn't it beautiful that everyone is neighbors up and down the stairs, and can learn and progress together?

　　Chen Feng didn't sleep anymore, jumped up from the bed, turned on the computer and started writing.

　　He decided to write down the most important lyrics of the songs he remembered the most, the important lyrics that could come as soon as he opened his mouth, and hummed it twice first, so as not to forget it later.

　　Ten minutes later, he looked at the seven or eight lines of lyrics in front of him and froze.

　　"tedious"

　　[Broken wine glass\Noisy people piles\In this cold night\A few people get drunk alone

　　You laugh at me with too much makeup\I laugh at you don't understand\If you don't use more blush\How can you sink into a daydream…]

　　This is Zhong Lei's song, but it is not her representative work, but her early works.

　　The lyrics and tunes are very immature, but it is very touching under her wonderful voice and the interpretation of the perfect emotional explosion.

　　The level of creation of this song is not high, and it can cause influence, all depends on the singer himself to sing well.

　　This song, when Chen Feng heard it for the first time, seemed to be sung about the loneliness and loneliness of a hard-working office worker in real life.

　　At that time, he was deeply touched. He didn't expect that after more than half a year, the first song he thought of was this "boring".

　　Could it be that the first thing I copied was Zhong Lei's song?

Would this be a bit too much?

　　Could she have written it, just not published it?

　　and many more!

　　If she hasn't written it now and will write it in the future, does the song represent her state of mind at some point in the future?

　　If I write it and sing it for her, it should make her feel like seeing each other late, right?

　　Will she see me as her confidant?

　　When she sings my song and becomes popular, will my thighs be firmly held?

　　Also, she seems to have just moved in, so she should have just dropped out of school not long ago.

　　Now she goes out at night and comes back in the morning.

　　She doesn't seem to like clubbing, so combined with her resume, is she a resident singer in a bar?

　　She got tired of life after singing songs at the bar for a while, so she wrote this "Boring" with the background of the bar?

　　Chen Feng used his brains, developed his reasoning ability comparable to Conan Edogawa, analyzed the situation crazily, and really gave him a right guess.

　　So I start writing now and show her in a few days, just in time!

　　In the end, he didn't realize why Zhong Lei was angry before.