Chapter 4: I killed you

　　If you want to learn music or collect some other materials, you must first leave the army as soon as possible and become a glorious low-income household.
　　Don’t look at the fact that military training is very strict, but it is not mandatory military service in this era, and it is unambiguous to eliminate people.
　　 The reason why Chen Feng appeared in the barracks is just that the data from the previous physical and nerve response tests are acceptable, proving that he has the potential to become an excellent soldier.
　　 But as long as his character and behavior are unqualified, he will soon be returned to his place of origin.
　　 Last time he was eliminated because of lack of common sense, this time he will not repeat the same mistake, but he will deliberately pretend to be crazy and sell silly!
　　 Two months later, Chen Feng succeeded.
　　 He sat on the shuttle with his backpack on his back.
　　Chen Feng sat by the glass window and waved his comrade-in-arms outside.
　　 buzzed, the shuttle started suddenly.
　　The figures of the comrades on the platform went away quickly.
　　 The shuttle dragged the long blue tail flame, left the military camp at the foot of Mount Everest, and went straight to the settlement of low-income households thousands of kilometers away.
　　Chan Feng, who had dropped his military uniform and put on his regular clothes, wiped his forehead with sweat, and secretly sighed, but it was considered eliminated.
　　 The last time he entered the dream, he only persisted in the military camp for a month.
　　 He had some regrets at the time, and he didn't want to leave. He thought that if he adapts to the world earlier, he might not perform so badly in reserve training.
　　 But this time he clearly took the initiative to hope that he was eliminated, but many things are understood, he really can't make those common sense mistakes.
　　 This time he performed much better than last time, and even became a friend with a few recruits.
　　 When he was eliminated last time, he left alone in vain, but this time several comrades saw him off and felt sorry for his
tragic
elimination.
　　How do they know that this is the relief for Chen Feng.
　　Chen Feng doesn't really want the friendship of these people, but he really can't refuse the goodwill of others.
　　 How did he have the heart to tell you that all of you, including me, will die in a year?
　　In the past two months in the military camp, in addition to touching fish in daily recruit training, he also used the military's database to query a lot of information.
　　Like last time, he still couldn't find any detailed historical data, only some very sketchy records.
　　Chen Feng didn't care about this, anyway, he didn't have any expectations about it, so he would not be disappointed.
　　After spending three or four days, Chen Feng settled in the welfare zone of his family's Dibao.
　　He was "returning his hometown", and no one came to greet him.
　　He didn't even have an old acquaintance in his hometown.
　　In the real world, although Chen Feng's affection is indifferent, he still has adoptive parents. This life seems even more miserable. Except that the file shows that he is from Shuzhou, there is no relative, and the whole person seems to pop out of the crack of the stone.
　　Chen Feng knew that he had only one year to live, and he had no regrets, but instead he was idle.
In the spacious and bright welfare room living room, Chen Feng snapped his fingers.
Snapped.
　　He said: "Smart assistant, your name will be Xiaowei from now on."
　　 "Good host."
　　 "Xiaowei, please read all the information of the famous singer Zhong Lei in the early 21st century."
　　 Less than 0.1 second passed, and a holographic projection light curtain emerged two meters in front of him.
　　 Zhong Lei's detailed information sheet appeared in front of him.
　　Basic information, portfolio, famous anecdotes and other information are readily available.
　　Chen Feng sat on the sofa, the light curtain adjusted automatically, still maintaining a distance of one meter, and at a forty-five angle to the ground.
　　Chen Feng glanced at the information with his eyes and thoughts, and said in his mouth: "Preparing lunch for me, I want the seventh Sichuan set meal, medium and spicy."
　　Compared to the last time, Zhong Lei's information has hardly changed. The number of works, the name of the works, and even the time and background of the birth of these works are exactly the same.
　　 Everything seems to have not changed.
　　Chen Feng focused his attention on the column of famous anecdotes, slightly focused, and expanded the details of this column.
　　 appeared in front of him was a lot of reports related to Zhong Lei, from her first debut, to the biographies written by others hundreds of years after her death and so on.
　　The database is related to historical data, but the things related to entertainment culture are kept intact.
　　These information have been read by Chen Feng before.
　　 worked hard to dig up history. Since the history is untraceable, he had also expected to find clues from these scraps.
　　 It's just a pity that the information he collected from these articles is very fragmented and unstructured, and it doesn't have any substantial help for him to understand history.
　　Chen Feng casually opened an interview. This was Zhong Lei’s first interview after she became famous. It happened when she was 26 years old, which is 2024 in the real world.
　　Chen Feng thought about this interview ten times.
　　 After all, this is the closest written record to the time he lived in.
　　Chen Feng once again looked down from beginning to end.
　　 Three minutes later, he froze.
　　 He rubbed his eyes again to confirm that he was not mistaken.
　　 "No, when the reporter asked her this question before, she didn't answer that way! Am I remembering it wrong? Impossible!"
　　Chen Feng grabbed his hair straight.
　　This is written in the interview report.
　　 The reporter asked: "Now that you have made a name for yourself, do you have anything to say to newcomers in the industry who are interested in embarking on the music path but are still groping in the dark?"
　　 This is a very common problem. Almost every successful person will be asked similar questions in different expressions on different occasions.
　　 The standard answer is usually that these successful people give some hypocritical encouragement to the juniors, talk about the ideal weight, and talk about the meaning of persistence.
　　But Chen Feng clearly remembered that when he saw this interview last time, Zhong Lei's answer was only two words, very simple and rude.
"No."
　　 This answer is very personal, so indifferent that it is not close to human feelings, and the cold scene instantly forced the reporter to quickly change the subject, saying that she was as straight as she was rumored.
　　……
　　 But this time the interview manuscript was written like this.
　　 Zhong Lei replied: "Music needs talent more than any industry. Before choosing this path, it is best to find out if you have talent in this respect. Otherwise, it is a waste of life."
　　Reporter: "Can't efforts make up for the gap in talent?"
Zhong Lei: "Yes, I used to have a neighbor five years ago. I only heard him play the guitar for less than half an hour, and clearly told him that he had no sense of music. This road is a dead end for him. "
　　Reporter: "Did he listen to you? What happened to him later?"
　　Zhong Lei: "It should be listened to, because I haven't been disturbed by noise anymore. As for what happened to him later, I don't know, I'm not familiar."
　　Reporter: "You are as straight as you can hear. Let's talk about your new song."
　　……
　　The content of the subsequent interview is exactly the same as in the past.
　　Chen Feng's expression changes continuously.
　　He thought, pit father too!
　　Zhong Lei's noise-making neighbor, doesn't he mean himself?
　　 Means, I practiced the guitar for a month, and she was still thinking about it?
　　Although he still failed to leave a name in history, he still had a symbol, "Zhong Lei, a neighbor without musical talent."
　　Chen Feng continued to read other materials. In several different versions of Zhong Lei's biographies, she saw her "only gifted theory" as an example.
　　Combined various information to show that this thing really happened.
　　Thousands of changes before the millennium, and finally through the medium of Zhong Lei, the influence lasted after the millennium.
　　History has indeed been changed so much.
　　Of course, the big progress and direction have not changed, it is just that there are some unrelated words in the historical materials related to Zhong Lei.
　　 Although Chen Feng changed history, the impact was not strong enough, and the influence was easily neutralized by the heavy historical torrent.
　　Turn off the holographic screen, Chen Fengku sat on the sofa and meditated.
　　He was forced again.
　　 can't really blame him.
　　 He is not a genius, he is a mortal, too much information, the frequency of brain downtime is a bit high.
　　Through the change of historical materials related to Zhong Lei, he made him aware of a new problem.
　　 The real world and his dream world have spanned thousands of years and are truly linked.
　　 Then what is this for?
　　Is this dream a dream, or is it real?
　　 If it is a dream, why does the historical data change?
　　 Why is my touch so real?
　　 These immersive, moving plots, the ups and downs of the blockbuster movies, these one classic songs, and these full-textured immersive games?
　　 My brain supplement ability cannot be so strong.
　　 But if it is a reality, then why would I wake up in my bed after I die?
　　 Shouldn’t he just die neatly?
　　 Also, I am awake and come back to reality, why come here in my sleep a month later?
　　The time is back to October 26, 3019, at 8 am?
　　One hundred thousand why turned into one hundred thousand chains, wrapped him around and wrapped into a mummy.
　　Chen Feng has seen a lot of online novels, especially those that cross the direction, and the nerves are also big. I have pride myself in seeing a lot of the world.
　　 Even if he really traveled to go to a strong place of Douzong, UU reads www.uukanshu.com. The magical world of holy magic teachers is like a dog, he feels acceptable.
　　 The situation that he encountered made him completely at a loss.
　　He was foolish for a long time, and didn't recover until the hungry groaning.
　　Chen Feng sighed a long time, consciously, with his ordinary qualifications, he could not understand such a profound and complex philosophical issue.
　　Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it.
　　 "Count the ball! It's serious to learn guitar and copy songs!"
　　Chen Feng planed the rice while ordering Xiaowei to play "Boring".
　　 "Uh, yes, this is Zhong Lei's first song. If I copy it, will it completely reverse her fate and copy her Beethoven?"
"This……"
　　 He hesitated for about ten seconds, and the curious face of Zhong Lei appeared in his mind, which was quite ugly.
　　Inexplicable full of wickedness and utterances, the attitude is so stiff that oil and salt cannot enter.
　　I tried to hide from you like a thief and worked hard for a month, that is, I was hit by you once, it is not too late. It is only eight or nine in the night, and you will complain to me.
　　Chen Feng consciously didn't owe her anything, but was treated as an enemy.
　　 So the feeling of guilt that had just vaguely appeared in his heart was instantly beaten by his "conscience", beating his nose and bruises, and his flag was swollen.
copy!
　　 It was her deserved to copy her away!
　　Who called her song the closest to 2019, the best style, the highest success rate, and the most insurance?
　　 Anyway, I have tried to lick you hard.
　　 I can't lick, you don't give a chance!
　　Chen Feng has a thrill of revenge.
　　 I told you to look down on me.
　　 I killed you!