I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

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"Chen Feng?"

Zhong Lei shouted downstairs, but no one answered.

The lobby of the huge villa is empty and empty, and even echoes can be heard.

"What about people?"

Zhong Lei whispered upstairs, just in front of the main bedroom door saw a large suitcase.

She knew this was Chen Feng's suitcase.

Chen Feng only returned to Luocheng today, nominally taking Fatty Ou to familiarize himself with the business of the North American branch.

But Zhong Lei knows that today is the day of crossing, so she thinks that this guy actually wants to be closer to himself every time before passing, but he always refuses to admit it in his mouth.

Speaking of things, the standard of successful men.

Zhong Lei smiled sweetly.

She could feel that among all people, Chen Feng cares most about herself.

It may be because of feelings, or because of "Morning Breeze".

Does he care what his reason is, does it matter?

It's actually not important.

What matters is this fact.

Zhong Lei walked over and dived his head into the master bedroom. "What are you doing? What are you dazed?"

Chen Feng, who was thinking about the problem, was startled, "Cough cough cough. No, nothing, I wonder how to **** the fat man, so that he can enjoy the actual combat talent."

Zhong Lei gave him a hygienic eye, "I believe you are a ghost. This must not make you think about God, you must be thinking about something bigger. Why? Can you fall down again? Ask me to fight you A chicken blood?"

Chen Feng shook his head quickly, "No, no, no big deal. Chicken blood is no longer needed, I am full."

"Then what are you thinking?"

Zhong Lei stood in front of Chen Feng on his hips, looking like he didn't dig at the bottom.

Chen Feng looked up at her slightly nervously and watched his liver jump.

Hell, I forgot that Zhong Lei would send his head tonight. His mind was so open that he was caught by her.

How can Master Chen be so embarrassed to admit that the question I considered was very serious.

Said Dali, "On the Necessity of Improving Race Genes for the Survival of Civilization by Any Means-Whether as a savior, it should be more responsible, as long as there is a possibility of one hundred millionth sprinting."

Speaking in the small, it is "whether we two want to hehe hehe."

Well, it is so concise, straightforward, shameless.

But Master Chen still has a face after all, "Oh, it's nothing. You know, every time I want to pass, I have a lot of questions to consider, especially meticulous."

This reason is very sufficient, Zhong Lei temporarily believed, "Okay, but in fact I think it is unnecessary."

"what?"

Zhong Lei spread his hand, "In the memory of your return, you may have passed. But in the memory of your stay and our eyes, you have not left, you are still you. What you think about today, tomorrow After you wake up, you can still think about it."

Chen Feng nodded, "It's right. It was only the last time that the other party's vanguard battleship was successfully destroyed and I saw a large army. I can't help thinking how I can do better, and I can't restrain myself."

"You guessed the possible situation after the past, right?"

Chen Feng smiled again, "Yes, Zhong Lei, you really understand what you think."

Zhong Lei smiled sweetly and shook her long hair again, shook her head, "Of course, I am not stupid. And I also know that when you fall asleep into the dream, including me, and everyone in this world , Perhaps the entire solar system, the Milky Way, and even the entire universe have become mirror images. We live in a false timeline destined to disappear. This timeline will continue to spread after the millennium, and then to your disaster after the millennium. End in the middle."

Chen Feng: "According to your statement, from a philosophical point of view, whether it is the ‘me’ that you are, or you, will become a false person who seems to exist, but does not actually exist?”

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

"what?"

"But also very happy."

"what?"

"Did I not say anything in the last words of my last life? In this way, we can live a lot of life together. The ancients said that thousands of times of past life can only be passed in exchange for this life. It is said that it can be repaired in a hundred years. Have a good night’s sleep. I can fall in love with you for several lifetimes. I’m completely satisfied. Whether it’s true or false, dreams or reality, I’m too lazy to care. After ten million years, if humans still exist If human beings can still remember our name and remember that we have struggled for this civilization, future generations have written down our deeds, how much people should envy our luck of living together forever in this world?"

"Now my ideal is to be carried by you very lofty, but in the timeline I didn't know before, because I love you deeply and don't want to let you down, so I can complete "Morning Breeze". I think about it myself , I was a little touched. And I also understand that although my motive for creating "Morning Breeze" is no longer just for you, but also for humans, I know very well that my starting point has never changed since I saw it. You are happy, I will feel happy, I will try, and then I did it. Such love, will certainly be passed down for hundreds of millions of years?" She smiled again, "Like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?"

Chen Feng stared, his face shocked.

Zhong Lei... this is too foul.

The situation is a bit wrong today, where is weird.

She is not like her at all, very abnormal.

Is she thinking about something?

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

Zhong Lei stretched out his hand and gently brushed his fingertips across his face. "I have been thinking about one thing most of the time these days."

"what?"

Zhong Lei: "Love. If you want me to write love songs, then I want to find out what true love is like. If I want to write love songs beyond the times, then I must understand the love beyond the times. I now understand vaguely. In fact. I got this kind of love from the beginning, but I was not good enough, not good enough, I didn’t see enough of my heart, so I didn’t write anything. Now I want to do better.”

Listening to such words, Chen Feng looked at Zhong Lei's white and delicate face, her long hair and green silk lingering in her ears, her nose high, her red lips like cherry blossoms, her eyes filled with autumn waves, and her cheeks glowed.

His heartbeat began to accelerate inexplicably, pounding wildly.

Chen Feng swallowed and took a step back, "Well."

Thousands of words, in the end, they can only converge into one "um" word.

His mind was chaotic again.

What should I do?

I... I can't stand it!

But I haven't figured it out yet!

"Then... what about the hair?"

The topic of changing Chen Feng's teeth.

God knows how many brain cells he burned to death in order to divert this topic.

Zhong Lei came here today and did indeed make a certain decision, but he did not force him to do so for the time being.

If Chen Fengzhen was so moved, she would feel strange if she spread her teeth.

Zhong Lei is very clear that this is him, but he likes it is exactly like him.

Zhong Leiyang raised the plastic pocket in her hand. "Here, I will put you in the suitcase compartment. Remember to keep it."

After talking, Zhong Lei turned to the door, squatted down, and opened Chen Feng’s suitcase.

Chen Feng looked at her squatting busy, her heartbeat was still very fast, and she was thinking in her mind, and she didn’t know what wind she had received recently. Anyway, the situation was not very good tonight. A tough reason to quickly send her back to Mason College.

Zhong Lei just opened the mezzanine bag and suddenly noticed the following.

She grabbed a thing from the box and asked, "Huh? What are these?"

Chen Feng: "Uh... wool pants. Sweat pants."

"Ah? Isn't this summer? Why are there so many sweaters in your suitcase? Hey... good sweaters, what age are they?"

Chen Feng, who was finally distracted, turned a little red on his face: "This... this is the wool pants my grandma knitted for me before I was born.

"Ah!" Zhong Lei Meng covered his mouth.

She knew what was happening in Chen Feng's family, and suddenly got nervous and quickly flushed her face and waved her hand. I... I don’t mean that."

She was so nervous that she was incoherent.

Chen Feng looked at her fearful appearance, and it had nothing to do with the image of Qianganqiu, who was only described in the history books.

But two kinds of her are so subtle and appropriate to converge on a person, Master Chen feels particularly fun.

Although he also made a name for Qing Shi, the same thing can always give him different feelings on himself and Zhong Lei, and there is a very strange and dark.

He had forgotten the warning sign in his mind, "It's okay. Even if my grandmother knows, I shouldn't account for your carelessness. After all, you... are different."

Zhong Lei was only slightly relieved.

She understands Chen Feng's subtext.

Grandma really does not account for this careless mistake of grandchildren.

Perhaps he was concerned about Lu Wei’s covenant marriage agreement a few days ago, worried about his dissatisfaction.

Zhong Lei was a little happy, but a little helpless.

Because she subconsciously felt that Chen Feng, who was invincible, should be ambitious, and should not care about it at all.

But she didn't plan to open up with Chen Feng directly, saying what I wouldn't be worried about even if you all wanted it.

Zhong Lei felt that even if he said so, Chen Feng would not believe it.

With Chen Feng's personality, he will probably make up a large amount of psychological activities for his brain, such as what sacrifices personal plots for human rights.

Then... he would be guilty again.

"Talk to me about these wool pants, will you?"

Zhong Lei changed the subject again.

This is exactly what Chen Feng thought.

Chen Feng took out the sixteen woolen trousers and placed them neatly on the bed again.

The two sat by the bed.

"This is the first one. It should be worn when you are two or three years old. There are sixteen pieces here, enough for me to be eighteen..."

About twenty minutes later, he explained the ins and outs of the relationship between Old Man Hu and grandpa Chen Mo.

The chair was a little tall, and Zhong Lei, who wore cropped trousers, wobbled two long legs.

Chen Feng only looked at it twice, fearing that the soul would be taken away, and quickly turned away.

Zhong Lei said with emotion, "It turns out that way. Alas. Should the old man be sad when he dies?"

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

"Fortunately, you met at least your grandfather. Thanks to Lu Wei for this."

"Well. But I still have regrets."

"What a pity?"

Chen Feng shook his head and refused to speak.

"Wait, you just said that when you were at Grandpa Hu's house for a family feast, you saw everyone's family at home, four generations in the same family, sharing the world. Your tone is envious."

Chen Feng: "..."

Miscalculation.

Forget Zhong Lei is also a freak.

When I was just telling a story, I was too involved, and I didn't pay attention.

"Yeah, right?"

Zhong Lei pushed Chen Feng's shoulder.

Chen Feng nodded obediently, "Yes, this is indeed the regret of Grandpa. 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 covering up, but I could feel Get his loss. Alas..."

Zhong Lei also sighed.

"Although I know I can't be too harsh to see the last one, I sometimes think, if I can see it earlier, how good should I get along with each other?"

Zhong Lei: "But even for such a brief meeting, you have spent thousands of years working hard. If it were not for you to become better, others would not think of mobilizing such huge social resources for your affairs. It’s really difficult to live this life. In my hometown, a child was abducted, and the family is quite rich. I couldn’t find it for many years.”

Chen Feng nodded, "Maybe this is life, I recognize it. Well, people, be content."

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

"Ok."

The conversation was almost the same, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became strange.

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

Very obvious hint, full marks.

Zhong Lei looked away, expressionless, "Oh. Then?"

"It will be a little too late. You still have class tomorrow morning. It is not convenient to live here. I will take you back."

Zhong Lei: "Lesna and I have taken leave, and we will have no classes tomorrow morning."

Chen Feng: "..."

Zhong Lei: "I saw something in your computer the other day."

"Huh? What? Sheet music?"

"No."

"what is that?"

Zhong Lei: "Let's not talk about this first. I ask you another thing. In the fight for humanity, do you think you have really achieved perfection?"

Chen Feng wanted to lie, but he remembered another thing in his mind. He obviously had a better gene, but in the matter of leaving offspring, he was really overwhelmed by the fat man and could not be refuted.

He shook his head. "Not perfect."

"What's the difference?"

"A lot, in short, I still have spare energy."

Zhong Lei no longer asked what it was, and said, "Why stay here?"

"Because...because of my morality."

"In addition, you clearly envy others' children and grandchildren, but you always let yourself and me grow old alone. Are you worthy of yourself, worthy of me?"

When it comes to this step, it is already talked through.

Chen Feng did not expect Zhong Lei's offensive to be so fierce today, and only smiled and shook his head: "Did I not say that before? It is impossible, my genes..."

"How do you know if you don’t try? I’ve tried it, and I don’t regret it if I don’t succeed. But giving up without trying is another concept. Everyone in Europe knows how to bow down. Your genes can change the times, but don’t try. Are you ashamed? Are you worthy of your dead comrades? You are our leader, and you have to be more responsible."

In this debate, Chen Feng is completely defeated.

For a long time, he nodded. "Let's go back and try the IVF."

Zhong Lei almost passed out on the spot. "Pretend, are you still pretending? What I see on your computer are the ‘documentaries’ you watched at university, um, biological, talking about reproduction.”

Chen Feng: "His..."

crazy.

He silently moved the chair aside, "Do you want this?"

Zhong Lei looked up at him, "I was always waiting for you to take the initiative. After all, you were quite active in the past. You even sneaked a peek at me from my collar. But now I find that I can't go on like this. I want to write a love song, So I tried hard. But no matter how thorough I think, I always feel bad. I know why. We have done one very important thing. Of course, it may not be useful, but I want to try it. How , Is I not beautiful enough to appeal to you?"

Chen Feng froze.

He also remembered the evaluation of Zhong Lei in the history book.

Chen Feng still remembers the embarrassment when she tried to talk to Zhong Lei for the first time when she was blocked by her.

At the time, he was only thinking that the man was sick and had a gun.

Later I got it. When she was dealing with strangers she didn't like, she was just like that. She said that if you are tired of you, you will be tired of you, without any cover.

Now Chen Feng understands more, and this is also true when she deals with the people she likes. Once she has made up her mind, she will step on the throttle and die, without brakes.

There may be many factors that contributed to Zhong Lei's decision now.

Lu Wei's marriage contract, a small video on Chen Feng's computer, the envy that Chen Feng accidentally showed when talking about other people's family, Ou Junlang's struggle to get his life in order to be a good stallion, and most importantly, what Zhong Lei personally means Thinking of love.

Chen Feng gradually became dry and dry.

Zhong Lei, who had an extremely good understanding of his character, became a guide at this time. She pinched Chen Feng's hand, "Do you know what is the biggest difference between a man and a woman?"

"Know, reason and emotion."

"Yes."

"If I want to write the best song, I need to urge my sensibility to the extreme. We can't think about it simply for the purpose of progeny. I want to try nothing, just follow myself. I want to fight once for my desire. In fact, I always want to tell you that you always worry that this will affect my creation of "Morning Breeze", but that is actually an extra person you imposed on me. I can be clear Tell you, no. I don’t know how to judge logic and ethics 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 get it."

After all, the long night in Los Angeles is long.

It can't be said that it is difficult to restrain oneself when the love is strong, or it is natural, the two have gone through many twists and turns, and finally come to this step.

Everything is plain and vigorous.

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

This combination seems to bring countless reasons and concerns, but in fact it is simple and simple, and it also occurs in countless ordinary people's homes.

It is this piece of symphony that has built up the ladder of human civilization from millions of years ago to today.

Multiply.

I don't know when it started. Obviously, the very simple and noble reproduction has been endowed with countless additional meanings by the world, or praised or demoted.

But no matter where the impulse originates from ~www.readwn.com~, for whatever reason, the foundation of the final settlement is the biological primitive instinct.

Although Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have done countless psychological constructions, both of them are well aware of what it means for civilization if they can produce offspring.

So both of them still can't restrain the fantasy.

Chen Feng thought that this was unfair to Zhong Lei, he would feel guilty.

But Zhong Lei said it first, the guilt naturally disappeared.

In fact, the **** that returns to reproduction instinct is not low. Love is the psychological pursuit that comes after the material life is fully satisfied.

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

In primitive society, every day is exhausted just to deal with the crisis of life and death, how can you dream of love, think about what is ugly or handsome, can give birth to a baby, is the greatest achievement in life.

But no one would laugh at the primitive people's view of marriage, because there is no indulgence of primitive humans, where is the sweet love of modern people?