I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

　　 At 7pm the next day, Xinhua Bookstore.

　　Chen Feng appeared in the tool book area of ​​the bookstore.

　　When he went to work during the day, he had gone online to find out which book was completely zero-based and pure Mengxin started to learn music composition from scratch, which books he should read.

　　He has to learn from scratch.

For ordinary people to study composition, it is necessary to have a considerable degree of research on the theoretical system of music theory, harmony, rhythm and melody, etc., to form a cognition of rationality and sensibility in their own hearts, so that there is a deep understanding of music in the heart. Only then is it possible to write a complete work.

　　With cognition, emotion, rhythm and structure...

　　The following realms are too far away for Chen Feng. He doesn't even know the spectrum now. There are still thousands of miles away from independent creation.

　　 But he was not in a hurry. The tall buildings rose to the ground and things had to be done step by step.

　　He didn't intend to be a real creator. He took the standard answer to reverse the problem solving process, which was much simpler than real creation.

　　 He doesn't need inspiration, he just needs to be a porter.

After spending two hours in the bookstore, until the salesman reminded him to leave work, Chen Feng held "Basic Music Theory", "Starting to Create from Sanxian", "Zero Basic Guitar", "Practice" and so on to strengthen the basic knowledge Reference book left from the bookstore.

　　 He also bought an inferior guitar of three hundred dollars on the Internet, and it will take about two or three days to arrive.

　　 came home at nine o'clock in the night, Zhong Lei upstairs had already gone out.

　　Chen Feng temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​continuing to approach Zhong Lei. Anyway, he couldn't post it, so it was better to be self-reliant.

　　Unconsciously, the time passed a month.

　　 At 8:30 that night, Chen Feng gritted his teeth and fiddled with the guitar strings in the room.

　　 Boom Boom Boom is intermittent, completely out of tune, and no rhythm at all.

　　 Beans sweat dripping from the top of Chen Feng's head, sliding down along his cheeks, and ticked down on the floor.

　　 He gritted his teeth and gritted his expression slightly.

　　He really didn't expect it to be so difficult to learn musical instruments.

　　 The notes on the basic sheet music can basically be recognized, and he can barely memorize it in his heart, but it can be played unbearably.

　　 Hold on for a few more minutes, Chen Feng threw the guitar on the bed, fell his head to the head of the bed, his eyes were dull, and his mood was lost.

　　 This is the 50th time he wants to give up in nearly thirty days.

　　The adult's thinking pattern has become stereotyped, without the sense of smell of artistic cells, it is too difficult to learn music from scratch.

　　If there is no talent, then even if the eyes understand it, the ears remember it, and they think they will, but they can’t do it well.

　　 These days, Chen Feng sleeps almost only four or five hours a day.

　　 has to go to work during the day and has no money to hire a teacher. He can only study with very low efficiency in his spare time at night.

　　 Sleep time is too short, so that he was chronically depressed during the day.

　　Chen Feng felt that if he went on like this, he probably copied the song and didn't copy it, fearing that he would overwork and die first.

　　 Even more frustrating is that as time goes by, the classic melodies and lyrics he barely wrote down are gradually being forgotten.

　　In addition to "Boring", which has written a few lyrics, he can't think of almost a complete lyrics of other songs.

　　 What's even more painful is that even the song "Boring", he still can't think of the whole song, only remembering the most catchy chorus part.

　　 memory is like sand in your hand, the harder you grasp, the more you will slip away from your fingers.

　　 The more he pondered, the more he got nothing.

　　 It's just that when he listened to songs in a dream, he never thought he would copy these songs one day.

　　 Otherwise, even if he hummed a few words at that time.

　　 "Oh, I'm afraid I haven't forgotten everything before I learned it?"

　　If he can go back in time and give him another chance to "dream", Chen Feng feels that he will cherish it.

　　 From the beginning, he had to work hard and study hard, and strive to use it for a year. Even if it is memorized, he copied some of his songs.

　　Unfortunately, the dream is now not only awake, but even broken.

　　Chen Feng smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Counting the ball, sometimes you have to have it in your life, you don't have to do it all the time, don't practice!"

　　 He sat upright, grabbed the crackling of the guitar, and wished to break the string.

　　 Anyway, Zhong Lei is definitely not at home now, and no one will be bothered by him.

　　 If the biological clocks of the two were completely staggered, Chen Feng really dared not practice in the room.

　　 didn't think about it. Thirty seconds later, he heard heavy footsteps coming down the door.

　　 dong dong dong dong.

　　Chen Feng's door was knocked heavily.

　　 opened the door, and Zhong Lei, who was wearing light blue pajamas, stood at the door of the room with messy hair, and her pair of beautiful beautiful eyes were glaring at Chen Feng.

　　The neckline of her pajamas was opened slightly lower, but Chen Feng, a guilty conscience, didn't dare to look at it.

　　Damn it, why is she still at home?

　　 "What the **** are you doing at night! Do you want to let people sleep?"

　　Chen Feng waved his hand awkwardly, "I... I'm learning to play the guitar."

　　 "You learn a ghost! I can tell you unequivocally that I only listen to you playing for five minutes and you know that you have no sense of music! If you say it bluntly, it means people who don't have full five-tone singing and a sense of rhythm!"

　　After a month of hard work, Chen Feng was very self-aware, he knew Zhong Lei's words were right.

　　Although Zhong Lei is telling the truth, but hitting people does not hit the face, it is too annoying to be sprayed face to face.

　　He wanted to say something to save his face.

　　 Zhong Lei said again: "I'm begging you, don't play it, I will take a vacation to get a full sleep, please let me go."

　　Seeing her tone improve slightly, Chen Feng was about to take it down, anyway, he also intended to give up.

Don’t want her to say again: “I’m begging you for your guitar, don’t play it anymore. Although it’s just a bargain, it’s too miserable to be played like this. It’s not as good as if you just burn it as firewood, just Should it be a relief?"

　　 Wozhi...

　　 Chen Feng almost didn't mention it in his heart, "Wh...what..."

　　 This is too vicious.

　　 Even if he knew that the other party could become a contemporary Beethoven, Chen Feng would like to confuse her with a bear face.

　　Zhong Lei didn't give him a chance to make a splash, but turned around and walked upstairs, "In short, don't blame me for not saying hello, you have to let me hear that noise again, I will definitely complain to you!"

　　She closed the door again.

　　 Downstairs, Chen Feng was so angry that he hated it.

　　 But he really can't help it. After all, his own job is an apartment butler, dealing with the noise disturbance in the neighborhood, which is his internal affairs, not to mention the noise is his butler himself.

　　If Zhong Lei complained, he would seldom deduct him a half-month performance bonus.

　　Chen Feng originally wanted to say something. Thirty years Hedong thirty years Hexi, don't bully the young and poor, sooner or later you have to ask me.

　　 But he was frustrated when he remembered the miserable self-study experience of the past month.

　　 seems to have no chance of being ashamed.

　　Forget it, so be it.

　　 This night, Chen Feng had tossed and turned in bed for nearly two hours before going to sleep very hard.

　　……

　　 "Lee Bing Chen Feng! Get out!"

　　Chen Feng's eyes wide open.

　　 The hazy sunlight is a little dazzling.

　　Looking around, this is a huge square without end.

　　 In the distant sky, some cone-shaped aircraft are taking off from time to time.

Near 　　, it is a generous face of Chinese characters that is strange and familiar.

　　 The owner of this square face is glaring at himself with eyes that want to eat people.

　　 The same place, the same person, the same glaring eyes.

　　 is exactly the same as when the dream started a month ago.

　　Chen Feng lost his mind in a trance.

　　 Me...I'm dreaming again?

　　One month later, I entered that dream again?

　　 And still a reserve soldier?

　　 Even the first sentence of the instructor Ding Hu waking himself up is completely consistent!

　　 This... what is the situation!

　　 "Still in a daze? Give me ten laps around the playground!"

　　 Ding Hu's deafening roar sounded in Chen Feng's ear.

　　Chen Feng made a shock, even the lines that made him go to the lap.

　　The last time I dreamed, Chen Feng didn't go to the lap for the first time, but asked in a daze what I was, UU reading www.uukanshu. com where am i, what is this doing, why should i go lap.

　　 The result was that ten laps became twenty laps, almost exhausting him on the playground.

　　 This time Chen Feng was clever and cleverly performed a military salute, then turned his head and flicked away to the playground track.

　　At the same time, he glanced far away at the electronic clock on the tower in the distance.

　　 October 26, 3019, at eight in the morning.

　　 is really this day, and returned to the beginning of the dream.

　　 He is still at a loss as to what the situation is.

　　Why do I have the same dream just a whole month later?

　　Why do the two dreams start exactly the same?

　　What exactly does this dream mean?

　　 Zhong Lei's existence has proved that dreams are a real world, what does it mean that the end of everyone's death?

　　 Am I really dreaming?

　　 Or does my soul span over a thousand years and come here?

　　 But why can I go back?

　　Why is the second dream a new beginning?

　　 Is time back again?

　　 There are still one hundred thousand in my heart why can't figure it out, but it does not prevent Chen Feng from clearing his mind quickly.

　　 Don't think about something that doesn't make sense, just grab the key points that should be grasped in front of your eyes.

　　At least this shows that I can really do it again, this time I will not lose time!

　　In a good mood, he was much lighter in the running circle.

　　 That's right, this time he wants to study music!

　　After a month of hard work, he is still a scum.

　　 How about a year of hard work?

　　 Dibao households don't have to go to work, they can do their own thing with no worries!

　　 And he can check the original song at any time for comparison.

　　 This dream came so well in time.