This is who he is.

"Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"As expected of you, you can even express your feelings to each other in such a pursuing way. I'm looking forward to the song Zhong Lei writes."

Chen Feng: "I also look forward to it infinitely."

"But don't you think it's too difficult and unfair to Zhong Lei?"

"How can it be fair to myself?"

"That's true."

"It's just that I can only count on her. So, there's nothing I can do."

Lu Wei: "Can't I try?"

Chen Feng: "You can't."

"Then I wish you a long life together. It's getting late, so go back and rest early."

"Okay, see you later."

Chen Feng left.

The four words "grow old together" seem very sweet, but maybe they are also a curse.

Who knows what will happen in the future.

The next morning, Chen Feng's rental house welcomed a second uninvited guest.

Fatty Ou is here.

Chen Feng originally didn't want him to come in and harass him at all, but Fatty Ou said that he had just finished recording his last pure folk album, and suddenly he was developing both folk and rock. His brain was a little fried, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to ask for help, so

Chen Feng still walked out of the apartment complex and welcomed others in.

As a result, he stopped talking about business after meeting.

"Master, what happened to you and Sister Weiwei yesterday?"

The damn fat man is indeed well-informed.

Chen Feng's brows were twitching wildly, and he didn't know how much gossip he had heard.

He didn't do anything wrong, and he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night and said calmly: "It's nothing, she did me a big favor, I gave her a song."

"That's it?" Fatty Ou obviously didn't believe it.

Chen Feng was furious, "Nonsense, what else can we do?"

"But why did I hear that after you had dinner with Sister Weiwei, you went to Caiwei's house for almost three hours and didn't come out until almost twelve o'clock at night? After you left, Wei waited for almost half an hour.

Sister Wei also came out of Caiwei Cottage, and when she went out to get in the car, she wiped her tears as she walked."

Chen Feng's mouth opened wide and his chin almost dropped to the ground, "Your intelligence network is a bit scary."

"No, master, haven't you noticed? There is Skynet directly opposite Caiwei Lu. Yesterday, there was quite a big fuss in the small circle about Sister Weiwei supporting you, so I was curious and asked a friend to take a look.

.”

Chen Feng: "..."

"But I can tell you very seriously. She and I are absolutely innocent."

"real?"

"It's absolutely true, I swear to God. If there is even half a lie, an alien will come and kill me."

Chen Feng swore a poisonous oath.

Fatty Ou believed it, "Oh, this matter... it's hard to talk about. I believe what you said, Master. It's just Sister Leilei, forget it, I don't know what to say, Master, you are too good, there is nothing you can do about it.

"

Chen Feng said indifferently: "Anyway, as long as you believe it, I have nothing wrong with you."

Ou Junlang turned away, "Yeah, yeah, by the way, I had the surveillance video deleted in the morning."

Chen Feng gave him a thumbs up, "Very good, very spiritual. I will definitely produce thirty-two albums for you in this life."

It's quite worry-free to have an idiot apprentice with great hands and eyes.

Chen Feng thought for a while and decided to give another task to Fatty Ou, who often went out to announce his participation in variety shows.

"I'll give you a task later."

"What mission?"

"I will give you ten small safes one after another, and then select some destinations for you. You can bury these boxes in the ground. Remember to bury them under ten meters underground, and the place where you bury things must be accurate.

.But there is no rush, this is not a short-term matter, anyway

Whenever you want to go out to a different city, come to my office to pick up a box from me. Every time you bury a box, remember to send me the satellite positioning and on-site photos. Be sure to remember not to tell anyone about this.

Make it public and don’t let anyone see you when you do it.”

"Ah?" Ou Junlang looked stunned, and then snickered, "Master, are you aware that you are becoming more and more famous now, and may be famous forever, so you deliberately hide some cultural relics? In the future, they will be discovered like treasures by future generations.

?”

Chen Feng was shocked, "How do you know!"

"I didn't expect that Master, you have the same pursuit as me." Ou Junlang blushed, "I have almost filled the suburbs near Hanzhou, at least a hundred boxes."

Chen Feng: "..."

It's quite sad to think about it. As the only disciple that Master Chen Feng has openly accepted, Fatty Ou must have been dug out of so many boxes, but he has never made any waves in history.

The rank is still a bit low.

Poor, deplorable.

After the matter was finalized, Chen Feng told Fatty Ou to get out, and told him to pay more attention to his father's movements after he went back. Maybe he would have something to communicate with his father before long, so don't just leave someone who just got off the plane in the United States.

Fatty Ou went there with his mind full of doubts.

Chen Feng returned to the room and immediately began to take out his pockets and sort out the "treasures".

Old clothes that were put on and taken off repeatedly when I was down and out, used toothbrushes, mouthwash cups, chipped teacups, rice bowls with peeling porcelain, TV remote controls that malfunctioned due to melted batteries and left countless fingerprints, and mice that double-clicked with the left button.

, a cheap keyboard short-circuited due to water intrusion, a few love letters copied from the Internet to a high school female classmate who had forgotten what she looked like, ten strands of hair that fell out automatically when rubbed from the top of the head...

This is his own part.

Then he went upstairs to Zhong Lei's room.

But these were other people's things after all, and he didn't want to mess around with them. He only took an old toothbrush, a cup, a rice bowl, cheap old clothes, and went to her bathroom drain to carefully pick out ten hairs that were definitely hairs.

He didn't touch Zhong Lei's clothes, otherwise he would feel like he was at a disadvantage.

Almost evenly distributed, ten bags were packed, and everything was ready, just waiting for the ultra-durable and anti-degradation that he asked Meng Xiaozhou to buy from overseas. It is said that it can withstand microbial degradation for 100,000 years, and the ultra-strong polymer material mechanical password safe will arrive.

After finishing these things, it was already the afternoon, and Chen Feng called Zhong Lei in Los Angeles again. He said in a very domineering manner: "I just cleaned the room for you. There are some things that you can no longer use when you come back, so I will throw them away."

Lost it. Oh, by the way, I also donated all the cheap clothes in your wardrobe that cost less than 300 yuan. I also bought you some new clothes."

Zhong Lei was very happy, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!