Chen Feng suddenly smiled bitterly, "What? I look very optimistic?"

Zhong Lei looked at his slightly bitter expression and thought carefully for a moment, "It doesn't seem to be the case."

"Well, I am indeed a pessimist."

Zhong Lei: "Pessimist?"

Chen Feng nodded, "The degree may be a little deeper than your original celibacy."

Zhong Lei was suddenly exposed by him and didn't know how to respond.

Chen Feng added: "Who doesn't dream? Whose dreams are all beautiful dreams? Isn't it natural for pessimists to have nightmares? You won't ask me why I am pessimistic, will you? I really can't answer that."

Chen Feng thought about his failures again and again, the comrades who died in front of him one after another, the mothers of his children who died in battle again and again, and the daughters who were not born again and again, and his heart became more and more sentimental.

Zhong Lei noticed his changes and gradually became serious, "Do you really have nightmares often?"

He sighed, "Yes, I do it often. Once a month, it is indeed a nightmare, more real than you imagine, and the dream is continuous, like a long, smelly, and endless movie with no ending.

It’s a sadistic TV series. I don’t want to recall it myself. Don’t ask me what happened in the dream, I don’t want to talk about it.”

When he said this, Chen Feng couldn't help but become really pessimistic.

If you go through all the trouble to kill a spherical battleship, only to find that it is followed by hundreds of millions of invader battleships, how should you deal with it?

Problems that he had avoided before would have to be faced sooner or later. Chen Feng couldn't think of a way for a while, and even the expectation of victory gradually dissipated.

He couldn't help but think to himself that maybe if he continued to fight for countless years, he could defeat the fleet of the Compound Eyes.

Then they counterattacked to the opponent's base camp, only to find that what they thought was the enemy's main fleet was just an insignificant vanguard of the powerful Compound Eyes civilization that ruled the entire galaxy and even a larger star field.

So what should we do?

Well, if I can still hold on.

But after the Compound Eyes are completely wiped out, will they still have to face the terrifying existence that produces and creates the solar system barrier?

If the rapid development of human beings is a wonder of the universe, then is the solar system barrier, a wall of sighs that makes even second-level civilizations completely despair, also a more powerful wonder of the universe?

At the higher levels of the civilization hierarchy, how many high-level civilizations are there that are incomparable, elusive, incomprehensible, and full of malicious intent?

How big is the universe?

How many civilizations are there in the universe?

Is there any hope for mankind to win the battle?

Will the other side let earth civilization go?

Chen Feng didn't know.

But the history of countless internal wars in human history told him that when a certain race has to rely on the kindness of others for its survival, disastrous consequences often occur.

It would be easy for our comrades to die.

But once Chen Feng puts on his battle uniform and sets foot on the battlefield, he is destined to face an endless lonely war.

Although he had made big promises and made up his mind to burn out the invaders, as he struggled again and again, especially when staged victory was in sight, his mood inevitably wavered a little.

This time he worked too hard, and he even felt a little exhausted when he first woke up.

Before he knew it, he began to feel tired.

He is really tired.

My heart also relaxed.

Laxness gave opportunities for depression, so he was easily aroused by the topic of nightmares.

Chen Feng suddenly seemed to have all his strength taken away from him. He forgot about the paint on his back and sat softly on the chair.

Zhong Lei stared blankly.

After a long time, he forced a smile and looked up at Zhong Lei, "I'm sorry for letting you see my weak side. I'm embarrassed."

Zhong Lei shook her head, "It's not a shame."

Chen Feng smiled again, "Do you think I'm a bit pretentious?"

Zhong Lei rushed forward, hugged his head and pressed it on her chest, "I beg you, stop laughing! Don't be pretentious! Ever since you wrote the first song for me, I have found that you have never

When you are truly happy, your smile is just your protective color! Don’t lie to me!"

Feeling the warmth wrapping around his face, Chen Feng's nose felt sore for a moment, but he remembered the earnest teachings of the real man Brother Hu.

If Brother Hu, the strongest instructor in mankind, found himself like this, he would definitely laugh his head off.

He broke away slightly and continued to laugh, "It's okay, I can handle it."

The more he smiled, the more worried Zhong Lei became, "I'll take you to see a psychiatrist."

Chen Feng still smiled and shook his head, "It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself."

"What?"

"I forgot to tell you that I have studied a lot of psychology in my spare time, but I seem to have failed at it. The better I learn, the stronger my resistance to other psychiatrists becomes. My situation is difficult to explain. Generally speaking,

A psychiatrist is of no use. An unusual one should be of no use either."

Zhong Leiba tightened her lips and wanted to say something to enlighten him, but found that she had no way of saying it.

She couldn't guess what nightmare could be so terrifying that it almost defeated Chen Feng, leaving him wandering on the edge of collapse and determination.

After a long time, Zhong Lei said slowly: "I don't believe there is any nightmare in the world that can last a lifetime. Since your dream is a TV series, there will definitely be a finale."

Chen Feng asked, "Why? Maybe the director is so immoral that he went to the palace to meet the saint just after filming?"

Zhong Lei shook his head, "Because you are the director, as long as you don't want to enter the palace, the story will definitely have a happy ending. All stories will have a reversal, and as long as you want to pursue a perfect ending, then the nature of your nightmare will definitely be

It should be a sweet dream!”

Chen Feng felt that what she said made sense, but he was feeling depressed and unsure whether he, as a director, could survive until the end.

Zhong Lei suddenly said: "Let me write a song for you."

"ah?"

Chen Feng suddenly panicked. How come she suddenly started to want to write a song while we were chatting?

Didn’t the Seven Swords Divine Comedy be copied back?

How long has it been since?

She wants to influence me with love?

Finished!

I don't want to make any mistakes. If she comes up with a touching love song that speaks directly to her heart but has no connotation, then history will be distorted on the spot.

"Ahem, no, no, no, let's just practice the songs in the octet first."

"No! I'm going to write it to you now! I'm going to tell you what a sweet dream should be like! I'm going to pull you out of the nightmare right now!"

Zhong Lei banged the entry bar next to her and quickly walked towards the piano in the living room.

Chen Feng stood up and wanted to follow.

Zhong Lei turned around and pointed at the chair again, "Sit down for me."

Chen Feng sat down obediently.

It’s over, I can’t hold it any longer.

Something big is going to happen.

He wished he could hang himself and act like a melancholy when he had nothing to do.

Now it's better. If you ask for mercy and get mercy, something big will happen.

Over there, Zhong Lei has begun to close her eyes and rest her mind. I don’t know whether she is composing the rhyme or composing the lyrics.

Ten minutes have passed.

Zhong Lei is still closing her eyes to rest.

Chen Feng was at a loss.

He stood up.

Zhong Lei suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Sit down."

Chen Feng sat up straight again, pressed his hands on his knees, and closed his thighs tightly. He was a little anxious, but as a professional player, he could withstand it.

Zhong Lei over there has already begun to take out a notebook and write on it.

Chen Feng thought to himself, it looks like the lyrics have come out.

At this time, he was actually more nervous than when he faced the invader warship. It was like some gambling man with a monthly salary of 1,000 who bought a super double of the football lottery. He guessed all the first thirteen games, and the last game was a draw, with both sides zero.

The feeling of entering injury time from zero.

Next, Zhong Lei's fingers began to jingle on the piano.

Chen Feng could not sit still. He crossed his legs and sometimes switched his left leg to his right. He could not calm down.
To be continued...