The Luck Child is Fascinated By Me

[Original world.

After being questioned by reporters at the concert, online public opinion became more one-sided.

"Can He Zhijun still write music?"

"It's better not to write, just like that, the song has no emotion."

"The generation of the He family has an artist named He Zhijun, who is not a painter."

"Not even music now, tsk."

"The works he wrote before, to be honest, can still be heard."

"That's also called being able to listen? Maybe all the previous works are copied."

"No, his previous style is indeed unique, is there anyone else who has a similar style to him?"

"Mo Family, Mo Huai, do you know?"

"The Mo family is a traditional musical family, and it's different from a half-way monk like He Zhijun."

"I heard that Mo Huai also took the second place in the Rookie Cup. This is talent."

"If I remember correctly, He Zhijun took the first place, right?"

"That must be the judges taking care of the newcomers, otherwise, how can He Zhijun compare to Mo Huai?"

One wave has not settled, and another has risen.

He Zhijun turned off the phone.

Plagiarism?

He disdains to respond to such groundless speculation and malicious accusations.

And the most powerful retaliation.

He Zhijun stroked the piano in his palm.

"Create music that only belongs to me, He Zhijun."]

Xinghe was dazed and busy for a few days, and sneakily looked at his phone.

Suddenly a lot of news jumped out.

"When are you coming back, I miss you so much."

He Zhijun stared at the phone pitifully.

Isn't there a video every night?

"Are you okay to do?"

Xinghe pressed the voice.

"Is the song inspired?"

""The Stars", gave it to me?"

With a smile, Xinghe took a video.

"Well, did you see it? Plum cake."

"Go back tomorrow, be nice."

"But I can't write it anymore."

He Zhijun's tail drooped down again.

Inspiration is fleeting.

He only wrote a fragment.

"Come back quickly, hurry up, your parents miss you too."

"My face is in the phone, okay, don't act like a spoiled child."

Xinghe poked the screen.

"I can write a little bit, and when I go back, watch me write slowly."

"Don't let down the people who were expecting you."

Seeing He Zhijun's aggrieved face, Xinghe hung up the phone.

"What's the latest news?"

Calling Wei Chu, Xinghe's eyes showed a bit of sharpness.

"I tracked the manager's cell phone messages"

"It's the one you mentioned."

"And lately, they've been in more contact."

"No surprise, the end should come."

"Star River."

Wei Chu thought of He Zhijun's ending and hesitated.

"I know."

Xinghe gripped the phone tightly.

"I haven't reached the white head together, how can I let go."

Xinghe thought about He Zhijun's future.

[It was a winter.

He Zhijun finally created a satisfactory work.

"As expected, the new work will be launched tomorrow."

He delivered the prelude to the music and went to sleep contentedly.

Can wake up.

The news is overwhelming.

"New musician Mo Huai releases a new song at 0:00!"

"He Zhijun's new song will be released at nine o'clock!"

"The two are 80% similar!"

"Mo Huai sued He Zhijun for plagiarism!"

He Zhijun clicked on Mo Huai's music.

how is this possible?

He listened to the whole melody, his face pale.

Mo Huai's music simply concentrates all the essence of his newly released music.

It also added the unique music skills of the Mo family.

He Zhijun was already questioned.

The crash was so serious that he was the one who released it later.

No arguing.

Accompanied by the He family parents, He Zhijun attended the press conference.

"Excuse me, how do you respond to Mo Huai's accusation of plagiarism?"

"Are your songs really composed by yourself?"

"Where did you get Mo Huai's music?"

"If Mo Huai didn't expose your plagiarism first, would you bite the other side back?"

"The netizens are right, aren't they? You simply don't have the ability to write new music!"

"Did you write your previous works yourself?"

"Should it be copied too?"

"This song should not have your name He Zhijun on it!"

"Are you worthy of everyone's expectations?"

The incandescent light was focused on He Zhijun. With an excited smile, the reporter scrambled to hand the microphone to He Zhijun's mouth.

Mother He hugged He Zhijun tightly with tears in her eyes, and tried her best to turn off the microphones one by one.

Father He with a livid face, faced the camera directly, blocking their mother and son.

"I didn't copy."

He Zhijun's eyes were a little dull.

But the sound is too low, who cares?

"I really didn't copy."

Those sleepless nights.

"I wrote it myself."

My self who auditioned all night.

"why?"

Why don't you believe me?

Even if you don't want to listen to what I say, you will conclude that I am plagiarizing!

Why?

Because I don't believe I can write emotional music?

Because I'm not like everyone else.

Because He Zhijun is color blind.

Therefore, everyone is more willing to believe that Mo Huai is a normal person.

to create the perfect music.

That night, there was a heavy snowfall that had not been seen in many years.

In the field of vision, it is all silver.

"Zhi Jun, go home with your parents."

Mother He held He Zhijun's hand to her chest and breathed.

"Go home with your parents."

Pulling out a big smile, Mother He's eyes turned red.

"Dad believes in you."

Dad He looked at He Zhijun and wiped away his tears.

He Zhijun smiled.

"fine."

"It's okay, I'm going back by myself."

"You also go back early, it's so cold, don't freeze."

After seeing off his parents, He Zhijun quickly got into the car.

He sailed to the lake in the suburbs.

Sitting on a chair by the lake, with goose feather snow falling on my head.

Everything was slowly submerged.

"It's beautiful."

The whole world, black and white.

"Now, we're all the same."

At the moment of jumping into the lake.

"what a pity."

"I originally thought that if I could meet someone I like, I would name this piece of music after him."

He Zhijun closed his eyes.

"It's a pity I can't find it."

"But it's full of stars tonight, and it must be a good day tomorrow."

"Let's call it, "The Stars""

】

Xing He hooked the bag of plum cake and got off the plane.

"Here! Here!"

He Zhijun wagged his tail quickly.

Embracing He Zhijun, who rushed up, Xinghe went straight to his hair.

"Miss me?"

Xing He kissed the forehead of He He Puppy.

"Think, think about it every day."

He Zhijun hugged Xinghe's waist and rubbed left and right.

"Go home, I have something to discuss with you."

"No need to discuss, I'll listen to you."

"Listen to me, shall we break up?"

"No! I don't want to break up!"

Bully the puppy today (√)

back home.

Xinghe was pressed by He Zhijun on the sofa to ask for a kiss.

"Okay, okay, I have something to talk about."

"Kiss again! If you kiss again, we will break up!"

He Zhijun immediately sat up and poured a cup of tea diligently.

"Let's go on a trip together."

Xinghe got up and stood next to He Zhijun.

Take out the notebook.

Xinghe pointed to the route in the book.

"I have traveled to many places in it, and I used to be home from all over the world."

He Zhijun secretly stretched out his claws to wrap Xinghe's waist.

He glanced at the pretentiously calm He Puppy.

Xinghe continued, "But now there is one more you."

"If you want, just walk with me all over again."

"My first twenty years."

"The scenery you see, the four seasons you spend."

"The bluestone slab I stepped on, the water bridge I passed by."

"I have seen the yellow sand in the sky, and I have also visited European-style castles."

"I have painted a lot of beauties and seen a lot of beauty."

He Zhijun is jealous.

Xinghe finally did what he wanted, and the kiss fell on his lips.

"Crossing the great river together.".

The author has something to say: Happy New Year's Eve everyone~

Next update time: tomorrow at 6pm~