The plagiarism incident is just the clarion call of Cheng Yuan's tragic fate.
When Yang Baihua returned home, after hearing Cheng Yuan's desperate cry, he supported his shoulder and said, "Xiao Cheng, calm down."
Cheng Yuan's eyes were red: "Old Yang, you believe me, you have to believe me."
Yang Baihua said, "Of course I believe you."
Cheng Yuan pulled Yang Baihua, confirmed it to him again and again, and asked him for help: "You wrote the song while watching me, right? I'll show it to you, and I'll..."
Yang Baihua put Cheng Yuan's hand in his palm and put it on his chest: "I know it all."
Cheng Yuan trembled and leaned against the firm and warm chest, as if the duckweed in the wind had finally found a support.
He listened to the heartbeat that was so close at hand, his ears tingled and hot, as if this place was the safest in the world.
With An Xin's support, Cheng Yuan's bloodshot eyes burst into fire, and he gritted his teeth weakly and said, "I can't forget it, I'm going to sue Tang Huan, I want..."
Yang Baihua was stagnant.
He stroked Cheng Yuan's back: "Xiao Cheng, you are too impulsive now, don't make a decision at this time."
But Cheng Yuan couldn't care so much anymore.
He suffered from severe migraine headaches. Before Yang Baihua came back, he took two pills, but the effect of the pills had not worked. The headache and anger tortured him to the point where he trembled and sweated: "Why? This is my song, I can't let her steal it and frame me—"
Yang Baihua frowned, pushed him away, and raised his voice slightly: "Xiao Cheng, calm down and listen to me. You can't sue her."
Cheng Yuan opened his mouth silently, looked at him, and waited for an explanation.
Yang Baihua sighed deeply, "...Xiaoyan is the one who broke this matter."
Yang Xiaoyan, Yang Baihua's cousin, was admitted to the second normal school in the same city as her cousin a year and a half ago, and was entrusted to Yang Baihua's care by the third uncle of the Yang family.
She often came to Yang Baihua's house for dinner, and she was the first one in the Yang family who knew about her cousin's orientation. She had also asked Yang Baihua to invite her to several large meals on the grounds of "secrecy".
The Yang family looks good, and Yang Xiaoyan is not ugly, with a melon-seeded face. She likes music, and she also likes to write some minor tunes and publish them on the Internet, because the lyrics they fill in can resonate with bright and sad girls, and the number of fans is also less than 10,000. This made her quite proud and called herself a talented woman.
But Cheng Yuan didn't really like her very much.
Every time she came, she always pestered Cheng Yuan to ask him how much a song could sell for, and asked him if he had a way to sell songs. Cheng Yuan didn't like listening to this. Xiao Jiao told Yang Baihua, look at my cousin, brother Xiao Cheng has connections in his family, so he doesn't help me, it's really boring.
Xiaoyan lives in a four-person dormitory. The other three girls are from the city. She doesn't want to be left behind. She buys cosmetics and brand clothes.
According to her usage, the money is of course not enough, so she had to ask Yang Baihua to borrow it from time to time. Yang Baihua really always gave every loan, and he never refused. For this reason, he did not dare to order meat dishes in the company cafeteria for a month.
Cheng Yuan looked distressed. He also started to learn to cook from that time.
Cheng Yuan stared blankly at Yang Baihua, and said in confusion, "...what are you talking about."
Yang Baihua said angrily, "Just now, I just put down your phone when Xiaoyan called. Do you remember, when your parents and third sister came to the city last time, you moved out and her cell phone I ran out of electricity. I swiped Taobao with my mobile phone, flipped through it, and accidentally clicked on the demo you wrote. She liked it a lot and asked me if you wrote it, and she kept complimenting you."
Cheng Yuan opened his eyes slightly.
Yang Baihua bite the bullet: "I didn't think about it too much at the time. I said yes, you often write some songs. She answered and continued to play. I didn't expect her..."
Cheng Yuan finally understood, and dared not believe: "She stole my song to sell? You let her steal it?"
"Don't be so rude." Yang Baihua said helplessly, "I don't know about this, Xiaoyan... She just likes your songs. She told me that she was short of money and wanted to make money by herself, but she The songs I wrote are not easy to invest in companies, so I wanted to try your songs with my own songs. I didn’t expect that I would vote for it, and all six were sold at once. "Words Between My Heart" and "Autumn Thoughts"... By Tang Huan Picked up."
"'Just like'?" Cheng Yuan's body exploded with thorns, "She asked me what name I was going to name my song, and I told her that I had already thought about one of them, and it was called "Words Between Hearts". "
He grabbed his phone, turned on the screen, and showed Yang Baihua a line of words on Tang Huan's personal album: "...Old Yang, I ask you, what is this?! She even copied her name? Was it intentional?"
"...You've written so many messy songs, but you haven't sent them out. She didn't expect you to submit this." Yang Baihua's tone was unusually heavy, and he reached out to hold Cheng Yuan's wrist, "It's such a big deal, she I don't want to either. She was so scared when I called her and cried."
Cheng Yuan thought hard, what was she crying for.
Yang Baihua said bitterly, "She already knows that she is wrong. But she is still young, so you have to allow her to make mistakes. If you sue her and things get bigger, how will she behave in school? How will I explain it in front of my family?"
As if there was a cold water pouring down on Cheng Yuan's spine, he grabbed Yang Baihua and murmured in pain, "...What about me? What about me? How do you want me to behave?"
Yang Baihua held Cheng Yuan's face tenderly: "It's alright, I believe you. Those netizens don't know the situation, they are just talking nonsense. As long as you unplug the network cable, no one can hurt you."
Cheng Yuan's life has been smooth sailing, and he has never experienced a major event. This time it was a landslide. His mind was completely confused. Yang Baihua's determined tone shook him: "...Really?"
"Yeah." Yang Baihua followed suit, "think about it, my parents have always treated Xiaoyan as their own daughter. If our relationship is exposed because of Xiaoyan's affair, Xiaoyan's reputation will be ruined, and Xiaoyan will be riddled with lawsuits. How do you want them to accept it? you?"
Cheng Yuan held his head and curled himself up.
"...why." Cheng Yuan murmured, "why..."
His ideals, his musical dreams, were all destroyed.
And his lover resolutely stood on the side of the family, if he didn't agree to take care of this for Yang Xiaoyan, his future with Yang Baihua would be gone.
Lover, ideal, which one should he want
Cheng Yuan has been well-behaved since he was a child. Apart from music, he has no other hobbies. Yang Baihua is the first person Cheng Yuan loves at the top of his heart.
To love someone is to put him carefully in your heart, and you are afraid that your heart is not soft enough.
Yang Baihua is very nice, he is very gentle to him, he will coax him when his artist loses his temper, he is down-to-earth and diligent, and the two of them are in perfect harmony in bed.
Cheng Yuan was reluctant to tear open his chest with blood dripping after experiencing a traumatic storm, to dig out the man he had loved for three years.
He can't.
Cheng Yuan grabbed the hem of Yang Baihua's clothes and asked softly, "How can I write songs with this reputation on my back? Will anyone still want me?"
Hearing that Yang Baihua was relieved, he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.
He took Cheng Yuan into his arms: "I want you."
… This is not the answer Cheng Yuan wanted.
But this is also the only and best answer he can get at this stage.
Cheng Yuan's company quickly issued a statement, severely condemning this vile plagiarism, and resolutely proposed to Cheng Yuan to terminate the contract and demanded that he compensate for the liquidated damages.
At a critical moment, Cheng Yuan's eldest brother Cheng Jian came angrily, pointed at his younger brother's nose and cursed: "Cheng Yuan, are you able to handle it? Don't contact your family when such a big thing happens? Don't plan to be Cheng, you said it earlier! "
Cheng Yuan didn't speak.
His reputation was already rotten, and since he decided to hide it, he had to hide it from his family.
The eldest brother scolded him, lost money for him, and spent money to delete posts on the Internet.
Netizens found that their comments had been deleted, and they rebounded more and more, and the situation became more and more heated. Tang Huan's company did not give up the enthusiasm to send it to the door. One hundred thousand online singer-songwriters are the most intense. He is a famous Tang Huan fan. He posts six or seven Weibo posts a day, chasing after Cheng Yuan for ridicule.
One of the Weibo said: "The plagiarism dog should now be scared to hide in the bed and tremble [dog head] [dog head] [dog head]."
Below is a carnival of Tang Huan fans, foul language, disgusting.
Cheng Yuan was really scared. He turned off his private messages, turned off his cell phone, and locked himself up. No matter how patient Yang Baihua was, he was just working and didn't have so much time to spend with him every day.
Cheng Yuan thought, it will be fine after a while, and after this period of time, he can come again.
But later, Cheng Yuan found that he couldn't write a song, and he couldn't even touch the piano. Even if he pressed the keys, he would think of the piano prelude he carefully wrote in "A Word Between Hearts". A complete song.
After trying many times, he suddenly slammed his fists on the piano.
The piano made two groans, one high and one low.
When he was in college, Cheng Yuan, a genius who could support an orchestra by himself, couldn't even play "Ode to Joy".
That day, he broke down and cried for a long time.
After Yang Baihua came back, he hugged him and comforted him: "If you can't write it, you can't write it. I'll take care of you."
Yang Baihua has always been so gentle, it seems that what Cheng Yuan has experienced is not a big deal, and he will carry it with him.
But Cheng Yuan was getting more and more wrong.
He used to sit by the bed all day, not knowing what to do; even a little sunlight would frighten him; he was anorexic for long periods of time and occasionally overeat; he would often forget where to put his keys and wallet, The note has not been updated for a long time.
He knew that he was ill, but when he confided to Yang Baihua, he would only answer, if you are in a bad mood, just go out for a walk.
After more than three months, Cheng Jian, who had a big quarrel with his brother, couldn't hold back, and secretly ran to see his brother.
Seeing his younger brother who was so thin that he was about to lose his appearance, Cheng Jian was taken aback and dragged him to see a psychiatrist.
Cheng Jian showed the results of the diagnosis and treatment of moderate depression to Cheng's parents, and Cheng's mother immediately burst into tears.
The good son became like this, and Dad Cheng tried to contact Yang Baihua's parents immediately, intending to ask them what they thought.
It was not until they met the shocked Yang family's parents that the Cheng family's parents knew that Yang Baihua had never mentioned to his own family that he had been in a relationship with a man for more than three years.
The attitude of the Cheng family's parents is very clear: the domestic environment is not good, they plan to immigrate Xiao Yuan to a quiet small town abroad to recuperate, where there is a hospital specializing in the treatment of depression.
Xiao Yuan became ill and could not do without Yang Baihua. Yang Baihua could follow him, and the Cheng family could handle the work visa or immigration.
That small town in Europe passed the same-sex marriage law more than a decade ago.
This move by the Cheng family's parents can be said to be a huge concession for their son.
The Cheng family's parents thought that the Yang family's parents would object, and they had prepared a lot of persuasion, but they agreed the next day after they went back to discuss it overnight.
Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua handled immigration together.
In the second year of going abroad, Cheng Yuan's condition improved and he could play the piano. When he sat on the piano chair again, he smiled like a child: "Lao Yang, what do you want to hear, I'll play it for you."
This year, they got a marriage certificate and had a simple wedding in the church.
In the third year, Yang Baihua's career had improved a lot. He proposed to immigrate to his parents, but Cheng Yuan agreed.
In the fourth year, Yang Baihua became busier and busier. When he came home one day, Cheng Yuan found that the shirt he was wearing was not the one he wore yesterday.
Cheng Yuan started taking medicine again.
He didn't know how to ask Yang Baihua, and he didn't want to know the answer. As for the parents of the Yang family, they always treated him lightly, neither bad nor good. Even though they lived under the same roof, they couldn't say two words a day.
Yang Baihua was too busy, and Cheng Yuan stayed at the house where there were two elderly people who couldn't speak, and was terribly lonely.
But he didn't want his parents to worry about his poor life. Every time he called his parents, he squeezed out the brightest smile and said to the other side, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Actually he is not very good.
After the disease relapsed, he always wanted to die, but he didn't dare to die. He was afraid of hurting his parents and hurting Yang Baihua. For this reason, he worked hard to live, trying to stand up from the quagmire.
He's not afraid of being covered in mud, he's just afraid of accidentally messing up the people he values.
Until one day, when Yang Baihua was on vacation, Cheng Yuan planned to drive to the supermarket two kilometers away to buy food, but he forgot to bring his wallet, so he went back and accidentally heard the conversation between the mother and son of the Yang family at the door of the kitchen.
Mother Yang complained: "You don't know, Xiaocheng is just a gourd with a sawed mouth. I am thankful that I can say five words in two days."
After many years, Yang Baihua still had that gentle tone: "Xiaocheng doesn't like to talk, Mom, don't be angry with him."
Cheng Yuan lowered his head embarrassedly.
... In fact, he used to be quite talkative.
Thinking like this, he tiptoed to go to the table to get his wallet. As soon as he turned around, he heard Yang's mother say behind him, "Our family has already obtained an immigrant visa. When will you leave him?"
Cheng Yuan: "..."
His neck was so stiff that he could no longer twist his head, staring blankly at the floor in front of his toes, waiting for Yang Baihua's answer.
Yang Baihua was silent.
Cheng Yuan seemed to be strangled by the silence, and he was too suffocated to breathe.
Mother Yang added: "It's not a problem if you are with a man and you can't give birth to cubs. My father and I lied to our relatives, saying that you went abroad to work, and everyone praised you for your achievements. Two days ago, you The uncle called and asked your father to bring him some foreign tobacco and alcohol. He also asked you, whether you were begging a foreign daughter-in-law to give birth to a doll. What do you want me to do?!"
Cheng Yuan was shivered by this string of words with a knife, and his stomach hurt.
He bent down slightly, wrapped his arms around his waist and belly, which turned into a sheet of cardboard, and pressed it desperately.
"You can bear it, foreign daughter-in-law." After a long while, Yang Baihua's warm voice sounded again, "Some time ago, our company hired a new girl, she is Chinese. I'm very good with her."
While Yang's mother was satisfied, she thought of another trouble: "What are you going to tell Xiao Cheng?"
This time, Yang Baihua remained silent even longer.
Cheng Yuan didn't have time to wait for Yang Baihua's answer, but he didn't make Yang Baihua difficult for too long.
That night, he slit his wrist with a utility knife in the piano room.
Therefore, Chi Xiaochi really wanted to hit Yang Baihua with his car at first.
Yang Baihua likes Cheng Yuan, but he just likes it.
The favorability score is 72 points, and it is 13 points worse than failing. It is only worth one card and one fireworks.
Chi Xiaochi and Yang Baihua went home.
In the living room was the city news, and occasionally there was the sound of Yang Baihua answering the phone.
Chi Xiaochi put on his home clothes, went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and washed the dishes that had been accumulated in the pool for two days.
In a relaxed state, Chi Xiaochi always wore a nonchalant face, standing in front of the sink blocked by vegetable residues, his eyelids drooping, letting the water flow down his slender and white fingertips, his body was lazy and quiet, With an extravagance, it complements the identity of Young Master Cheng.
But his dishwashing skills are very skilled, not like a person who does not touch the spring water with ten fingers.
The system asked him, "You can wash dishes?"
Chi Xiaochi said solemnly, "I can still cook."
The system didn't believe it, after all, Chi Xiaochi wasn't serious when he was serious.
Because he asked with a serious expression in the next second: "By the way, is there rat poison in the warehouse?"
The system said flatly: "No."
He is now quite suspicious that Chi Xiaochi is doing housework so actively because he is investigating the crime scene.
Chi Xiaochi said, "I'll just ask."
The system was expressionless: "… oh."
Chi Xiaochi suggested: "Can you buy some goods, this is the customer's demand."
The system said, "No."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Poison rats."
System: "..." Dare to ask if the mouse is a hundred and thirty pounds, and its surname is Yang.
The system couldn't help it: "Mr. Chi, is there a less violent solution?"
"Yes." Chi Xiaochi slowly wiped the washed dishes with a dry cloth, put them on the rack, and finally said something normal, "Tomorrow I'm going to see Cheng Yuan's eldest brother."