After hearing the whole story, Yang Baihua's head almost exploded: "Yang Xiaoyan, are you crazy?"
Yang Xiaoyan burst into tears: "Brother, I'm so scared, Yundu contacted me, I heard what they meant to hold me accountable... If things really get serious, how can I explain it to my parents? What should I do?"
Yang Baihua had a headache: "... Calm down, don't cry. How did they tell you?"
Yang Xiaoyan sobbed and explained to Yang Baihua what she could remember.
The staff of Yundu was very indifferent and repeatedly asked Yang Xiaoyan if she had one song or two. After Yang Xiaoyan repeatedly assured that she did not have it, the caller asked Yang Xiaoyan not to leave the city for the time being.
Yang Baihua: "..."
He felt that something was not quite right.
Yang Xiaoyan burst into tears: "Brother, help me, help me. Go to Brother Xiaocheng and ask him to speak for me, I didn't steal it on purpose, I just like it too much... As long as he doesn't pursue it, as long as he Come out and say this song is his, let him save me, I'll be fine..."
Yang Baihua's face was ugly: "You stole his songs, and you want me to tell him?"
Yang Xiaoyan's tone suddenly turned sharp: "Brother, if you don't tell Brother Xiaocheng, I'll tell Second Uncle and the others!"
"… what do you want to say?!"
Yang Xiaoyan spoke so eloquently that she was even struggling with her hand holding the phone: "I have an accident here, my dad will definitely ask me for details, then I can only tell the truth, you and Brother Xiaocheng..."
Yang Baihua's ears buzzed, and his whole body trembled with anger: "Yang Xiaoyan!"
Yang Xiaoyan's voice softened and she said pitifully, "Brother, you hurt me the most, so please help me this time?"
Putting down the phone, Yang Baihua felt distracted, and the code in front of him turned into a swarm of flies. After finally getting off work in the morning, he left the company and went straight to the office building of Cheng's enterprise.
However, Cheng Jian's office requires an independent elevator to get up.
The front desk politely asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
Yang Baihua gritted his teeth and was about to go out to find a restaurant, waiting while eating, when he suddenly saw a handsome young man in a wool-grey coat carrying a lunch box and walking in through the revolving door.
When reading at home that Yang Baihua's remorse had risen to 15, Chi Xiaochi said to 061, "Keep an eye on Yang Baihua's car GPS."
As soon as the GPS moved, Chi Xiaochi pinched and called Cheng from home.
"We still have to meet in person." Chi Xiaochi said, "By the way, Cheng Yuan's car has been deposited at Yang's place for a long time. I have to get it back."
The young man was raised well at home, and he didn't have to buy vegetables to cook every day. His complexion was much fairer and more ruddy, and he was lined by the high-grade smoke gray, which made him feel a little colder than others.
Seeing Yang Baihua, Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment, and let Yang Baihua play his one thousand years.
After regaining his senses, he pretended not to know Yang Baihua, and handed the lunch box for Cheng Jian to the lady at the front desk, then turned around and walked out.
Yang Baihua quickly followed, catching up with Cheng Yuan: "Xiao Cheng!"
Cheng Yuan obediently stopped and pointed to a Hong Kong-style restaurant: "Let's go there and talk. Don't let my brother see it."
Cheng Yuan sat down with Yang Baihua, and Cheng Yuan flipped through the menu to order.
Goodbye to his lover, Yang Baihua smiled from his eyes, but he knew in his heart that he was here this time, and he was inevitably guilty.
Chi Xiaochi saw that the value of his remorse had risen, and it had already exceeded 20% in a blink of an eye, and his expression remained unchanged.
This time, his psychological expectation is 40%, and it is only halfway through now.
While waiting for the food to be served, Yang Baihua reached out and held Chi Xiaochi's hand: "Xiaocheng, I miss you."
Chi Xiaochi shuddered and wanted to vomit.
In Yang Baihua's eyes, Cheng Yuan's eyes were filled with tears, which was really painful.
Fortunately, Yang Baihua wanted a face, so Xu Xu let go of his grip and looked around to make sure that no one saw the intimacy between the two, so he relaxed a little and asked, "How are you... how are you doing recently?"
Cheng Yuan lowered his head and played with the knife and fork: "It's okay."
"I watched your live broadcast."
"Really?" Cheng Yuan raised his voice a little, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then he remembered something, lowered his head and said, "My phone was taken away by my brother as soon as I got home."
Yang Baihua said with pity, "I know. Your eldest brother's personality is too controlling."
Cheng Yuan raised his head: "Don't talk about my brother."
Yang Baihua smiled: "Okay, don't talk about him, talk about our business."
Cheng Yuan: "Our... thing."
When Cheng Yuan was confused, he was soft and soft, with a transparent film of water covering his eyes, reminding Yang Baihua of the puppy he raised at home when he was a child.
The appetizers came, followed by yellow croaker in soup, chicken wings stuffed with fresh shrimp paste, and stir-fried kale.
Yang Baihua and Cheng Yuan were eating face-to-face, and neither of them mentioned what happened in the past few days. Yang Baihua told some interesting things that happened to him at work, and Cheng Yuan also laughed a few times.
But Yang Baihua did not forget his purpose after all.
When dessert was brought to the table, Yang Baihua said, "Do you know about Tang Huan?"
Cheng Yuan was silent, and dipped the hot, soft toast into the vanilla ice cream with a fork: "... um."
When answering, Chi Xiaochi paid special attention to the phone.
12:20.
After talking to him, Su Xiulun wanted to take away his Weibo password, and planned to use the resources of the PR department to send a clarification Weibo for him.
About 40 minutes ago, a few minutes before Cheng Yuan saw Yang Baihua, the Weibo had already been sent.
But since he saw him, Yang Baihua hadn't taken his cell phone, so he should have thought that Yang Xiaoyan copied Cheng Yuan's original song.
After Yang Baihua explained the cause and effect of the incident, Chi Xiaochi was convinced that it was indeed the case.
After saying everything, Yang Baihua wanted to shake Cheng Yuan's hand again: "Xiaocheng, help me, and help Xiaoyan too. Xiaoyan came to the city to study, and my parents entrusted Xiaoyan to me. I can't tell my parents what happened."
Cheng Yuan hid both his hands under the table: "...but that's my song anyway..."
Yang Baihua said, "Didn't you only sing in the live broadcast?"
Cheng Yuan said: "It has been signed by Nebula..."
Yang Baihua frowned, "Why didn't you tell me? When did it happen?"
Cheng Yuan lowered his head and said nothing.
Yang Baihua asked again, "Have you published it publicly?"
Cheng Yuan was shocked and looked up at him in disbelief.
Thinking that Cheng Yuan didn't hear it clearly, Yang Baihua repeated the question: "Have you published it publicly?"
"What if it hasn't been published publicly?" Cheng Yuan gritted his teeth, "What are you going to ask me to do?"
Yang Baihua warmly advised: "Xiao Cheng, don't get me wrong, I'm looking for a way."
Cheng Yuan: "What way?"
Yang Baihua: "Xiaoyan's matter needs to be resolved. She is still a child."
Chi Xiaochi said to 061, "That's really pitiful."
061 Helpless: "...I don't have any sincerity in your tone."
Chi Xiaochi said, "My focus is not 'so poor', but 'oh'."
After the conversation with 061, Chi Xiaochi put away Cheng Yuan's expression and small gestures, fell on the back of the sofa, and nodded coldly: "Yes, a nineteen-and-a-half-year-old child is the age to be shot for murder."
Hearing his calm tone, Yang Baihua was very weak: "Xiao Cheng, don't be angry."
"Pissed off?" Chi Xiaochi raised his eyebrows, "I'm so busy, I don't have time to play couple games with you."
"Xiaocheng!"
"Call me something?"
"You..." Yang Baihua let out a long sigh of relief before trying to calm down, "Xiaocheng, we are all adults, so we must prioritize things. As long as you can relax and admit that you sold your songs to Yundu..."
Chi Xiaochi was surprised, and moved back a little so that he could only see this big face like a basin.
He asked a constructive question: "Why?"
Yang Baihua said, "Xiaoyan is still young. She can't take such a serious responsibility..."
Chi Xiaochi said, "That's good. I signed a contract with Nebula, and the liquidated damages for one song and two sales, as well as the damage to my reputation, how much are you going to give me?"
"Xiaocheng!"
"You don't want to pay anything, do you? The liquidated damages are mine, and the loss of reputation is mine. Yang Baihua, why should I explain it to you?"
The restaurant was relatively quiet, and the quarrel caused many diners to look sideways. Yang Baihua blushed in embarrassment: "Xiao Cheng! I know we have quarreled before, so don't make a child angry at this time..."
Chi Xiaochi sneered: "You are the boss of yourself, how old are you."
Yang Baihua couldn't hold back his face a little: "Cheng Yuan, this is a public place."
Chi Xiaochi said, "You are blatantly shameless. I don't think you are afraid of any public places."
061 was stunned.
Wait, this script doesn't seem right.
The script he thought was that Cheng Yuan pretended to be pitiful, aroused Yang Baihua's sympathy, and then increased the remorse.
... But this is obviously a face-breaking operation
What surprised him even more was that while Yang Baihua's favorability toward Cheng Yuan was rapidly decreasing, his remorse was increasing instead of decreasing!
Yang Baihua's face was extremely ugly: "Xiaocheng, don't be so hostile. Your family's situation is much better than Xiaoyan's family..."
Chi Xiaochi made a reading comprehension: "In other words, if my family is rich, I deserve to be copied."
"you… "
"I can't control my family's money. You should go to my brother."
Yang Baihua's voice trembled: "Cheng Yuan, you are so cruel. You want to make trouble for breaking up. If you want to take revenge on me, why should you ruin my sister's future?"
"Did I tell her to steal something?" Chi Xiaochi's voice suddenly increased, "Did I hold your sister's hand and let her steal something?"
The conversation between the two of them was relatively quiet before, and Chi Xiaochi's preemptive strike made the surrounding people hear some clues.
Realizing that it attracted too much attention, Yang Baihua panicked: "You..."
Chi Xiaochi got up, put his hands on the table, and approached Yang Baihua impressively, his lips trembling and tears in his eyes: "She has to figure out whose thing she stole; you, Yang Baihua, you have to figure out that you are an idiot."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the small trash can on the table and slammed it upside down on Yang Baihua's head.
Leftover fish soup, chicken bones, and fish bones fell drippingly on his head, and Chi Xiaochi took the car key from his right hand and walked away.
Yang Baihua struggled to chase out, trying to hold Chi Xiaochi, but was stopped by the waiter: "Sir, please pay the bill."
Yang Baihua woke up like a dream, turned around and saw the curious or contemptuous eyes of everyone, only to feel his face was hot, and the kitchen waste flowing on his face made his face even more painful, he took out his wallet and hurriedly paid the bill.
By the time he chased out of the restaurant, Cheng Yuan had disappeared with the car.
He was so angry that he kicked up the tree by the roadside, held his head with both hands, and after pacing back and forth for two steps, he turned on his mobile phone and wanted to call Cheng Yuan, but saw a message on the homepage that Cheng Yuan posted 50 minutes ago. Bo.
Cheng Yuan had been set as a special concern by him, and any news about him would be pushed to Yang Baihua.
… 50 minutes ago? Maybe when they just met
Suddenly, Yang Baihua opened this Weibo account.
He couldn't read it the first time, but he understood it the second time, but he also understood what Cheng Yuan meant when he left.
... That's not actually Cheng Yuan's song, but another person's song published three years ago.
He just rewritten it at home and sent the rewritten version to himself, but it was stolen by Xiaoyan by accident.
But why didn't he explain
Yang Baihua reviewed the whole process of their conversation, only to find that he was talking to himself the whole time.
Cheng Yuan broke out and became sharp, which also happened after he repeatedly asked him to top the tank for Xiaoyan.
Yang Baihua clenched his head in pain amid the strong fish soup smell.
Chi Xiaochi drove the car all the way home, humming a song from his own world line.
Chi Xiaochi expressed his thoughts: "It's really exciting to run after the fight."
061 announced with surprise: "The remorse has reached 45."
Chi Xiaochi changed gears: "I know."
061 checked the comments on Weibo again: "You have more than 3,000 comments on Weibo."
Chi Xiaochi said, "As of 6 o'clock tonight, if it doesn't break 10,000, my surname is yours."
Even though he had countless questions in his heart, 061 was still amused by him: "What's the last name? The last name is 0 or the last name is 6."
Chi Xiaochi also laughed.
After the music, 061 began to analyze the situation in front of him: "Now you have left yourself out. For Tang Huan, if he admits that he bought the song, the final conclusion is that Yang Xiaoyan plagiarized it. Although Tang Huan did not have the character of a talented musician, but It could also be considered half the victim."
Chi Xiaochi said, "If you don't admit it, whoever's name is in the composer's column, let the bitter master find who."
"Will Yundu definitely pursue Yang Xiaoyan? This is a scandal after all. If Yundu chooses to keep the news down..."
"Pressure? Not to be held accountable?" Chi Xiaochi laughed, "This is not an ordinary scandal. Singer plagiarism, once it is confirmed, will be a stain for a lifetime. They will only be held accountable with great fanfare. At the earliest today, at the latest tomorrow, Yang Xiaoyan will I can receive a court summons. Even if Yang Baihua begs me again, he has no position."
061 It is now confirmed that Chi Xiaochi is really going to give up his relationship with Yang Baihua.
He asked, "Aren't you afraid that the mission will fail if you tear your face with him?"
Chi Xiaochi asked, "Is it a failure now?"
061: "...Are you on an adventure?"
Chi Xiaochi: "I'm experimenting."
"Test what?"
Chi Xiaochi braked at the red light and smiled: "You have to admit that it is not easy for people to admit their mistakes and then sincerely regret it."
061 nodded.
Before, none of his hosts could barely make up the remorse without paying the price of their lives.
Chi Xiaochi said, "In contrast, it's easier to make him regret knowing me directly."