"The Sharp Edge" is Zhong Lei's fourth heavyweight work after "Bathing in Fire", "Self-Burning" and "Morning Wind".
She didn't feel very proud.
Today's "Bright Edge" is not a finished product, it is just a coherent melody and, in Zhong Lei's view, relatively rough lyrics.
She just couldn't restrain her inner excitement and was eager to share it as soon as possible, so she presented the treasure in front of Chen Feng, just to get a simple compliment from him.
Because Zhong Lei knew very well that even if she worked hard to complete "Bearing Out" to the extreme, it would only be comparable to the seven songs Chen Feng gave her, including "Yuanwang".
She didn't dare to be arrogant, after all, how could the light of a grain of rice dare to compete with the bright moon?
After returning home last night, she kept recalling those seven songs in her mind, and the more she thought about them, the more amazed she became.
The layers of interlocking melodies are delicate yet powerful and soul-stirring.
The kind of courage that exists in the mortal world but has a thousand years in mind, dreaming of shouldering the responsibility for the prosperity of mankind.
The countless creative ideas hidden in the "Seven Swords Divine Comedy" and the explosive inspiration that shot straight into the sky were not clearly discernible by her, but they directly skipped the logical stage, soaked into her heart, and lurked like a seed.
It reached her heart and took root.
As the seeds broke out of the ground, they stubbornly broke some of the hard shells covering the surface of her thoughts.
Zhong Lei's heart was pounding suddenly.
There was a raging river in her heart, and she needed to express her fierce emotions. All kinds of melodies in her mind were like tigers coming out of the gate, and finally they jumped out on the paper, becoming the prototype of "Bearing Out".
In this song, she expressed her admiration for Chen Feng to the extreme, crazily praising Chen Feng's unparalleled talents and shocking feelings.
After a long time, Zhong Lei pressed the strings, put down the guitar, blushed and asked Chen Feng, "How was it?"
Chen Feng fell into a long silence.
He has tasted countless songs. After becoming a galactic human, his thinking and the mysteries of the universe have become more closely connected at the subconscious level. Therefore, his current appreciation ability is worthy of the name Master Chen Feng.
He tasted it.
There is an unstoppable energy in the song, which can make the listener resonate strongly and have a clearer understanding of their own talent.
It is different from the indiscriminate sweep of "Bad in Fire", "Self-Burning" and "Morrowind".
"Bearing Out", which is expected to be only five minutes long, can make people with true talents become more confident and paranoid, and unknowingly generate greater ambition and fighting spirit.
However, when mediocre people hear this song, they will only nod and sigh.
"Oh, this is a good song."
That's all.
On a certain level, the realm of this song is a bit selfish and won't be of much help to the mediocre.
But this cannot be blamed on Zhong Lei.
Because the person she writes songs for is originally the "god" in her heart.
When she inspires and creates, she doesn't consider mortals at all.
Chen Feng did not express his position, and Zhong Lei was a little worried.
Alas, even though I have tried so hard, I still can't impress him quickly.
You are so strict.
Chen Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently touched her face, "Zhong Lei, thank you for the song you wrote for me. It's very good."
He tried his best to control his emotions, which was very effective.
"You're welcome! I'll tell you when I'm done!"
Zhong Lei was immediately shy, picked up her things and ran out.
Then she turned back and waved her fist, "Although we haven't established a relationship yet, you and Ryan should pay attention to me."
After saying that, she turned around and rushed out the door, almost bumping into one of the two plainclothes female bodyguards patrolling the door.
Chen Feng smiled, sat back on the bed and stared blankly.
He changed his strategy again.
He had previously planned to find a way to regularly broadcast the 20-year-old "Morrowind" in the year, and then turn it off.
But the last time it was successfully broadcast, it was originally due to the weirdo Franky who was born by chance.
How easy is it to turn it off after playing it for twenty years?
Even if he pretends to be a prophet and writes tips, it may not work.
If the world is really so obedient, Chen Feng probably only needs to learn from the failed prophet Nostradamus and write a long book of prophecies.
Now it's better, Zhong Lei has produced "Bright and Sharp" again.
Then there is no need to close "Morrowind".
In the next thousand years, there will be people who will realize the effect of "Bearing on the Edge", especially those who are top smart.
These people can easily relate strongly to the song and be inspired by it.
Then, the possibility of history giving birth to the great leader Chen Feng wanted has increased by one point.
Chen Feng is even more jealous of Zhong Lei.
He had worked so hard to become a human being in the galaxy, and only then had he achieved what he has achieved so far. Only then could he dare to say that his journey would be the stars and the sea.
She's fine.
In this small space, the short two-point line between Mason College and the hotel, the short timeline of three days and three nights, she once again used the strings in her hand to radiate for thousands of years.
You are going to fly!
You want to soar through the universe and be the best in the world!
After packing up and walking out of the hotel room, Chen Feng called the two bodyguards who had paid a lot of money.
An inconspicuous black aunt and a beautiful white girl with a fashionable and strong figure stood up from the window of the tea restaurant.
Looking up from where the two were drinking coffee, they could see the only gate of Mason College.
Chen Feng originally planned to live here until Zhong Lei finished her studies at Mason College, but now something happened and he had to go back.
In addition, the harassment from Heavenly King Xi Lei a few days ago gave Chen Feng a wake-up call. After all, this is not the country, but the United States with some kind of legality, so be careful when sailing.
He first told Zhong Lei that if he was not here, he should never step out of Mason College.
Although Zhong Lei was confused, she agreed obediently.
That's not all, Chen Feng spent a lot of money to hire these two black and white men with different styles from the top three security companies in the United States.
Why not hire a male bodyguard?
Can a male bodyguard follow up in the women's restroom?
"Hello Mr. Chen."
"Hi, boss."
Chen Feng nodded and said: "You are one of the best bodyguards in the United States. Professionally, I believe in your abilities. But I still have to emphasize again that I am a very demanding perfectionist. I hope you can be worthy of each of me.
A monthly salary of two hundred thousand dollars.”
"Okay Mr. Chen."
"No problem, boss, are you going to the airport? Do you need me to take you there?"
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "I said, you are only responsible for her safety, which is truly perfect. As for my safety? No one in this world can hurt me, so you don't need to worry."
After saying that, Chen Feng left.
The human race in the galaxy is expanding like this.
The feeling of invincibility is so ordinary and boring.
Bang!
Then he kicked his finger on the marble threshold outside the hotel door.
hiss……
This broken threshold is simply inhuman!
Seeing Chen Feng jumping up and down, the driver, who was standing at the door of the commercial car, whistled, "Mr. Chen, you are so lively."
Chen Feng glared at him angrily and got into the car, "Shut up Paul. What happened to the house that I asked you to pay attention to that meets my needs?"
This gangster is the driver who drove Chen Feng when he arrived here, Paul Powell, who works part-time as a real estate agent in Los Angeles and calls himself a top ten person.
"Sorry Mr. Chen, your requirements are too high. No billionaire wants to sell his property recently."
"Okay, don't worry, this is my CEO Meng Xiaozhou's phone number. Save it and contact him when you find a suitable house."
"OK."
Arrive at the airport and get off the bus.
Ryan was talking with several Chinese people in suits and ties outside the airport hall.
This is why Chen Feng had to return to China.
Ryan wants to move forward with the Sino-US project that he personally brokered.
Rohrle originally wanted to promote Sino-US cooperation.
After escaping from life and death, Roerle's impression of Chen Feng and China became even more favorable.
So he made a decision in the hospital, changed the terms of cooperation again, made greater concessions, allowed the Chinese side to control the joint venture built by both parties in the United States, and agreed not to establish a labor union.
Major changes have occurred in the cooperation details between the two parties, and Ryan, as the intermediary, and the relevant domestic responsible persons have to go back and participate in high-level consultations to promote the progress of the project.
Chen Feng, thinking of an opportunity he couldn't miss, rushed back to drag Ryan into his upcoming cooperation with Ouhe Group.
Ryan was only happy to be on the same plane as Chen Feng and have a lot more time to communicate, but he did not expect that Chen Feng's calculations were always going on.
After getting on the plane, he changed seats with the domestic officials, and Chen Feng sat next to Ryan.
The two first chatted a lot about the "Morrowind" project.
In the past few days, Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have been traveling rapidly, and Ryan has not been idle alone in Boston. In addition to completing his job, he also spends a lot of time studying a lot of knowledge about acoustics, biology and psychology.
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Chen Feng was very pleased with this.
Because in the next fifty years, Zhong Lei did not complete "Morrowind" completely independently.
In addition to Master Chen's drumming to boost morale, the academic support provided by Ryan also played a great role in helping eliminate wrong answers.
The conversation about "Morning Breeze" was almost finished, and Chen Feng pretended to be unintentional and asked: "How many days do you plan to stay in the capital this time?"
Ryan didn't need to look at the schedule, "Twenty days. After the model change, both parties will need to invest more, and the factory drawings need to be redrawn. I need to follow up on the progress, so I will participate in the work at the Industrial Design Institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences for nine days. Then I will
I will participate in some longitudinal research in applied physics as a visiting professor at Tsinghua University."
"Then you are going back to China?"
Ryan nodded, "Yes. Things in Boston still need a complete ending."
Chen Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Ryan with an old silver-coin look that only belonged to him.
"Friend, have you ever heard of room-temperature superconducting metals?"
Ryan was stunned, "How could I not hear about it? This is one of my dreams."
Chen Feng nodded and used a tone that was quite familiar to Ryan.
"After you are busy with the capital, let's come to Hanzhou. I have some ideas, but they are immature. When the time comes, I will sort out my ideas and we will discuss them together."
Ryan was even more confused, "Chen Feng, you..."
"Why, you, a scientist, are only allowed to compose music, but I, a musician, are not allowed to come up with some fantastic ideas in science?"
