After a long time, Chen Feng turned his head and looked at his close lover who was sleeping soundly on the pillow under the moonlight.

His mind was a little empty, and many complicated thoughts were boiling.

His memories gradually flowed uncontrollably.

Since the two met, they went from misunderstandings and suspicions to relying on each other, then admiring each other, then Chen Feng felt ashamed, but Zhong Lei became more and more affectionate, and then Chen Feng finally showed his face and confessed. He wanted to say goodbye, but he fell deeper and deeper into the point.

Bits and pieces emerged from the bottom of his heart, and then swallowed up his emotions.

Although they are now extremely familiar with each other, Chen Feng still deeply remembers the indescribable shock in his heart when he first recognized Zhong Lei and found out that she was Beethoven from the next thousand years.

At that time, Chen Feng didn't dare to expect too much. He just thought that even if he could become an ordinary friend, he would be satisfied if he just said a few words.

He never thought that he would live nine lives in just nine months, see countless births, separations, and deaths, and his whole person would be completely transformed. Now he would finally become a more remarkable "female version of Beethoven."

It was obviously a fact, but he still felt like he was in another world and couldn't believe it.

It was like a dream. This big dream contained ups and downs, as well as happiness and satisfaction. Chen Feng knew it was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up and couldn't wake up.

He still occasionally fantasizes that if there is no crisis, everything will continue to be ordinary, and then he will always look up to Zhong Lei who is flying higher and higher in the ordinary, and sometimes he will feel sorry for himself and lament why he didn't get along with each other when they were neighbors.

Make the relationship better.

This fate may be sad for me, but it is hard to say whether it is good or bad for civilization.

Chen Feng took another peek at Zhong Lei, then silently buried his face in the pillow.

At this time, he didn't know whether he was ashamed or excited, and maybe he also had a heavy sense of responsibility.

This was the first time in a long time that he had another person sleeping next to him while traveling through time.

well.

It's time to sleep, I hope I can do better this time.

must!

The next day, early in the morning, Chen Feng opened his eyes in a daze.

The furnishings in the room are still familiar.

The sixteen pairs of woolen trousers that were shaken to the floor along with the quilt when the love was intense last night were neatly stacked on the bedside table.

Chen Feng rubbed his eyes, sat up straight, and looked around.

This is indeed the master bedroom of my own villa.

Um?

About five seconds later, he realized something, his pupils suddenly widened, and his face became extremely distorted, showing panic and confusion.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth.

It’s over… it’s over!

I didn't go there!

Time travel failed!

This...what should I do?

Did we win this time?

My mission is over?

The finale?

How is Tang Tianxin doing?

How is everyone doing?

Have humans rushed out of the solar system?

Is it really...over?

The Compound Eye Civilization is so powerful. Did I really do such a good job this time and successfully destroy the fleet of the Compound Eye Civilization in the galaxy?

Will the compound-eye civilization's home star located in the Virgo Local Galaxy Group send a new, larger and more advanced fleet?

What is the next step for the super-order civilization that created the solar dome and the electronic black hole?

How did we fight this battle?

How did you win?

Or are we actually losing?

Is it just that the energy that supports me traveling through time and space has been exhausted?

…

Ten thousand questions that made him anxious all the time, but still messy even if he didn't clean them up, popped up one after another in his mind.

These seemingly simple issues, but often affecting the survival of tens of billions of people and the survival of the entire civilization, constantly impacted his mind.

Gradually, Chen Feng's face turned pale and he held his head in his hands, feeling extremely annoyed and frightened.

He had long been worried that such a day would come.

That is when you suddenly lose the ability to travel through time and space, and then you don't know what will happen next, and you can only leave the future to fate.

Yes, I have already planned how I will go in the rest of my life, and I also have inexhaustible wealth potential. I am destined to become the richest man in the world in twenty or thirty years at the latest, and become a man of science and technology admired by everyone.

The dual leader in art may also become an invisible boss in politics this time.

But, does this make sense?

Who is not a cup of loess after all?

What I want is not the present, but the future!

Bastard, why did you just give up on me?

Give me a few more chances and maybe I'll succeed!

I know that traveling through time and space is equivalent to copying the universe. This energy consumption is very large, beyond my imagination. Can I lower my requirements?

Give me another chance, even just once!

Don't give up on us just because we don't agree!

Humans...have really worked hard!

This isn't fair!

Unconsciously, Chen Feng clenched his fists and his eyes turned red.

His emotions told him that he couldn't just give up and admit defeat, but his reason told him that it was impossible.

I haven't done enough, far from it.

This time, humans may not even be able to completely plant warships, let alone find ways to crack the prism ship grid links, energy field shields and super-strong materials.

It will still be defeated.

what to do?

In addition, there was another layer of reason speaking to him.

Give up, that will happen in a thousand years.

By then, his tombstone will have turned yellow and weathered, and he will be dead long ago.

Even if humanity perishes, what does it have to do with me?

But one name after another could not help but pop up in his mind.

Tang Tianxin, Lin Bu, Ding Hu, Ou Qinglan, Dong Shan, Ouyang Zhenghua, Sergei, Lai Wenming...

These people tied his heart and the future so tightly that they were inseparable.

He is no longer a pure person of the 21st century. He will be more desperate, more frightened, more nervous and self-blaming than any of the subjects in the Oxford professor's questionnaire.

Others' doomsday is hypothetical, his doomsday is real.

He cannot respond with indifference and indifference, so he will feel pain.

He would always think that so many people, struggling and working hard from generation to generation, would eventually face the end of their life being completely cut off.

Everyone will die, everyone will die, and everyone will be ruthlessly erased from the traces of their past existence.

Obviously we have worked so hard.

But our enemy is too strong, and there is an unimaginable power behind the enemy.

What should I do?

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I let everyone down.

This time... I failed in time travel!

Sometimes the memory is too good and cannot be forgotten, which is also a great sadness.

There is no need to elaborate on the nature of forgetting, but the significance of forgetting to people is not only the loss of certain memories, but also a human ability to protect themselves.
To be continued...