(seven)
Not seeing each other for a day is like three autumns.
Qu Qinghe just went to City A to discuss a project, and when he came back in a hurry, Su Yu's face was drooping three feet long, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it looked like the frost in the twelfth lunar month.
Qu Qinghe couldn't see Su Yu's appearance the most.
"Baby, why are you upset again, always being angry is not good for your skin."
As if he was about to pounce upwards, the strategy has already been planned in his mind, and he still has to use the old tricks to coax people.
However, the second young master of the Qu family suffocated this time.
Su Yu dodged to avoid the beauty trap, his mouth pouted.
"You still want to play around here, haven't you seen the video on the Internet? Although there is no beginning and no end, everyone can watch Xia Changhan."
Qu Qinghe disagrees: "One cannot conclude that "Chapter Seven of the Night" was written by her, and two cannot clean up the doping incident, baby, don't be suspicious all the time, it is easy to get old."
Su Yu's cheeks were flushed with anger, but he always seemed to be playing the piano to a cow.
He turned around angrily, complaining in his voice: "When this kind of video is posted a few times, Xia Changhan will become the focus. You are a paparazzi, and Xingyun Entertainment is already in your hands, so you won't take advantage of it." , pave the way for me."
Qu Qinghe went over to pull Su Yu, but that person refused to turn back and kept repeating those words.
If Qu Qinghe doesn't create a popular topic for him, he will pack his things and go abroad.
Qu Qing has nothing to do with Su Yu, this is a precious lump that he managed to catch, he might lose it if he holds it in his hand, or it will melt in his mouth if he holds it, if he doesn't follow what he said, he might fly away.
Even if Su Yu wanted the sun, the moon, and the stars to flow upside down, Qu Qinghe would have liked to build a long ladder to reach the sky, not to mention that he already had resources in his hand, but it was just a matter of posting posts and buying popular searches.
Seeing Su Yu's still angry face, he knew it would be useless to talk more now.
Do it immediately, it will be more practical.
Su Yu stood by the window, looked at the backs of Qu Qing and Yuan Zou through the gap in the gauze curtain, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
He is not satisfied with just being a "pianist". He is like a mirror in his heart, and he makes a name for himself by composing music.
Su Yu's ambition has long been set, he wants to enter the entertainment circle, that place full of glamor and money everywhere.
Why are there so many idlers in this world.
Xia Changhan sat in front of the computer for the tenth time today, and he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart even though he poured spoonfuls of ice cream into his mouth.
The trending searches are so high that someone actually created a super topic of #夏长寒前胶闻言#, with hundreds of thousands of people posting, following, and commenting on it every day.
The microblogs of several entertainment big Vs are always displayed on the main page, and Xingyun Entertainment is undoubtedly at the top of the list.
As far as Xia Changhan could see, the top Weibo of Xingyun's official Weibo had over 10,000 comments, and it was still growing day by day.
Well, there are hundreds more today.
Xia Changhan looked over one by one, accepting the world's most vicious moral kidnapping with his eyes.
This, this, this...
What kind of shitty conclusion is this.
She had just scooped a large scoop of ice cream into her mouth, but it spewed out all at once, leaving cream stains everywhere on the screen and keyboard.
Even those comments seem to be vanilla.
Even the sweet fragrance can't cover up the gloom revealed by those words.
It was an extremely arrogant line of text, and the Weibo ID name was [Su Qinqin], probably Su Yu's die-hard fan.
Xia Changhan just looked at the ID and felt nauseous.
She took a tissue to wipe off the cream stains on the screen and keyboard, and then read that sentence again carefully.
[In a world that is either black or white, our Susu is the bright moon and the breeze, and Xia Changhan, the jumping clown, had better disappear, otherwise he will only be like a rat crossing the street. I see him once and beat him once.]
What a hatred and hatred.
Xia Changhan stuffed another mouthful of ice cream into his mouth, but she was a frail woman who was forced to get involved in a so-called "scandal", and someone wanted to beat her to death.
Seeing those vicious words, Xia Changhan's whole body was icy cold, the pores of his limbs shrank rapidly, and frost froze in his eyes instantly.
She doesn't want to be a troublemaker, but she can't be a guinea pig at the mercy of others.
Xia Changhan took the memory card of the fearful man, logged in to the newly registered Weibo, lightly pressed the button, another operation, and put a new video on it.
This time, she deliberately added that super-chat, and clicked on Xingyun's official Weibo, but still didn't say anything, and only played this section of the scene.
It was Xia Changhan who tried to play the score, a few short syllables, tried repeatedly, it seemed monotonous, but in fact he put his heart into it.
Just like the last operation, she closed the comments and did not post any text, just watching the changes.
Sure enough, within a few minutes of putting it in the super chat, it was noticed.
The Internet trolls swarmed in, unable to comment, so they frantically brushed posts in Chaohua.
Some people started clamoring for human flesh bloggers.
Xia Changhan sneered for a while. This Weibo has no real name and no V. The ID is simple and there are no clues. How to check it.
After playing this video, she felt much better.
That [Su Qinqin] chose to ignore it.
Xia Changhan looked at his hand, the inside of the box had turned into water.
She got up and picked up a box of ice cream again, and the moment she opened the refrigerator door, a gust of coolness hit her face, and at that moment, she felt an indescribable joy.
The brain seemed to have just been flushed out of a mess.
Xia Changhan's ears were clear and his eyes were clear. At first, one or two notes jumped in his head, and gradually, he hummed a complete tune.
It has nothing to do with wind, flowers, snow and moon, how should I put it, it is like the sudden change of the two heavens of ice and fire.
She felt that she was in a panic at the crater one second, and at the very low glacier the next second.
Hehe, eating ice cream can also inspire inspiration. Who said that composing music must be about love, this is life, full of ups and downs.
Xia Changhan sat down quietly, holding his breath and concentrating, his fingers could not cover the keys of the piano, but he could imitate it along with the rhythm.
With paper and pen in hand, she hummed a few times and wrote it down. After a while, little tadpoles crawled all over the paper.
Yes, it's called "Ice and Fire"!
Isn't Yuanshen's life a history of blood and tears of ice and fire
The volcano in Quzhai also erupted.
In the study room, old man Qu couldn't sit still, he paced back and forth, glanced at Qu Zhengguo who was standing obediently by the side, and became even more angry.
"You teach a good daughter, you teach a good daughter!"
The old man emphasized the important point twice, and he said with certainty that it was Qu Zhengguo who was not up to date, and he taught Qu Qingyin who was not obedient to discipline.
Qu Zhengguo was disturbed by being scolded, this matter was difficult to handle, so he did it.
When I went to the ward that day, Xiaozhi tried to reason with his emotions, and brought up his blood relationship, but after his mouth became dry, Qu Qingyin still said the same thing.
"let me consider it."
When Qu Zhengguo said more, she frowned and said that her legs were hurting and she needed to rest, so Qu Zhengguo couldn't say anything more, and returned home.
Naturally, he didn't know that his daughter had put in so much thought. Before the new team was fully established, Qu Qingyin would not let go easily.
"Dad, you also know that Qingyin's child has always been high-minded, and she created the Zhonghe Technology..."
In the current situation, Qu Zhengguo could only make a few weak excuses.
Old Man Qu stopped suddenly and slammed the table hard.
"It's such a small matter that you can make it difficult for you. Immediately convene a board of directors, and you come forward to fully regain the real power of that girl, and let her continue to act recklessly. The woman from the Qu family is in charge. How decent is it to spread the word!"
He is old, but he scolds his son like a lion's roar.
Qu Zhengguo was the first and the second eldest, the old man, a son and a daughter, they were all difficult to deal with.
Xia Changhan felt that he had either somehow connected with the original body, or he was possessed by the music god.
Her ten knuckles have not completely subsided, and they are round like carrots, but the piano keys in her head are ringing non-stop, and they are so nice, every cell in her body seems to be born for music, activated casually A few, just a chord light dance.
This day, Xia Changhan was so bored surfing the internet, those trolls had no new words.
She simply turned off the computer and wandered around the room.
In this house of the original body, I don't know if there are some secrets hidden.
Xia Changhan became very playful, and it didn't take much effort to just look at these few rooms and every corner.
She came to the bedroom first, looked around, rummaged through the wardrobe and drawers, but found nothing.
The original body is really pitiful, there are only a few clothes in the closet, Xia Changhan has counted them several times since he moved in, and there are no more than three costumes.
It seems that she is really a persistent girl who loves music, and everything else is like clouds in her eyes.
Xia Changhan ran his fingers across the performance costumes, and muttered in his mouth: "Are you really crazy about love and happiness? I would rather spend 50 million on insurance for these hands than spend a little more money to pack myself well. As a result, , it’s not cheap for the scumbag and Xiaosan.”
The bedrooms are nothing fancy.
She simply shifted her target and walked straight to the study.
In fact, Xia Changhan came to the study every day, but he seldom moved those books and ornaments. For some reason, his eyes staring at the bookshelves were unwilling to move away.
As if being pulled by something, Xia Changhan walked towards the bookshelf step by step, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and placed it on the second floor with precision.
She looked intently, and what she touched with her fingertips was an old book. The pages were a little yellowed, and the sides were turned up with burrs. It seemed to be quite old.
Heart, pounding wildly.
The book, firmly held by Xia Changhan in his hand, revealed Lushan's true face.
It turned out that it was not a complete book, but a simple cover of coated paper folded into a book cover, with several pages of yellowed paper sandwiched inside, and some edges were damaged.
Xia Changhan's heartbeat became stronger and stronger,
She carefully flipped through them one by one, and was immediately dumbfounded.
It turned out that Yuanshen had spent all his clothes buying money here.
All the manuscripts stored here are the manuscripts of world-renowned composers, such as Wagner, Schumann, Joseph Dume...
These manuscripts are genuine and valuable.
Xia Changhan couldn't help but sigh with emotion. From the looks of it, the original body spent a lot of time searching for it, and hid it here as the most cherished treasure.
Xia Changhan put the score back to its original place, and his eyes scanned the bookshelf.
Intuitively, there should be secrets hidden here.
Her brain was dominated by excitement, and the frustration caused by Internet trolls evaporated.
The fat carrot hand was rubbing back and forth, and the eyes seemed to be equipped with scanning radar.
Finally found out.
Xia Changhan saw a transparent document bag pressed under a stack of music books, and took it out to look at it. This time, Wen's eyes were rounder and brighter than before.
The birth of any fine art is not achieved overnight.
Inside is the original sheet music.
The draft of "Jinghong" was changed three times, and "Chapter Seven of the Night" was even more painstaking, with a total of seven revisions.
Every time the manuscript is kept, he is reluctant to throw it away. This good habit of the original body makes Xia Changhan feel like a treasure.
The video of the candid man was actually recorded, and these manuscripts are even more powerful evidence.
Xia Changhan became more careful, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
She took out her mobile phone and took pictures one by one, paying attention to every detail.
Now you can sleep peacefully.
Holding a gun in her hand, she crackled and "shot" at the computer screen. The surge on the Internet just roared. Xia Changhan had prepared a countermeasure and vowed to fight the trolls to the end.
As the two videos broke out one after another, there were different voices on the Internet.
Some people researched the video with high-tech means, and came to the conclusion that: Xia Changhan is indeed composing music, but which song has not yet been decided. It stands to reason that such a gentle and talented woman should know better than anyone else. The consequences of stimulants.
Others are loyal to Su Yu, thinking that idols are talented wherever they go, and have an undeniable demeanor.
The two voices ebbed and flowed one after the other, and unexpectedly created a very popular topic for Su Yu.
Su Yu watched his rising popularity reach its peak, and felt unprecedented satisfaction in his heart.
Hey, someone sent a private message, and Su Yu happily opened it to read it.
Seeing this, he almost flinched.
The other party's Weibo has V on it, and he is a big music critic.
He posted a post with certainty, and analyzed the recent events between Su Yu and Xia Changhan one by one, which was reasonable and thorough.
However, he made one point: Since Su Yu has such talent, he shouldn't stop there.
The big coffee used a meaningful sentence: "Chapter Seven of the Night" has not reached the highest point, and the climbing of music is endless.
The implication is that Su Yu should continue to work hard and create a new song to surpass "Chapter Seven of the Night" to repay the fans' love.
One word shocked thousands of people, netizens left messages one after another, Su Yu's fans were especially active.
Xia Changhan naturally also noticed this post.
Hehe, it’s interesting, the plagiarism dog will be put on the second beam now, it’s hard to get up and down.
Holding the manuscripts that have been revised many times in her hand, a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
The clown jumped the beam, and a good show was about to be staged.
In the past few days, tadpoles kept jumping up and down in her head, and suddenly they lined up spontaneously.
Xia Changhan hummed according to the notes, and the melody was quite beautiful.
It's just a pity that I can hum it but I can't play it. I have to write it down on paper first, and finally I have to make a sound when the keys are pressed, which is considered a complete creative process.
She put her hands in front of her eyes and looked at it with a sad face. No matter how you looked at it, it was still a carrot. What's the use of being round and cute, being able to play the piano is king.
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt one's muscles and bones, but now Xia Changhan can't bear it for even one day.
Qu Zhengguo was so tangled in his heart that he quickly twisted into a twist.
The secretary sent the company's operating report for the last quarter, and more than half of the rising performance was due to Qu Qingyin.
Is it really necessary to convene a board of directors as the old man said, obliterate the family relationship, hurt face, and abandon this capable daughter like a widow.
After much deliberation, he decided to take the road of softening and seeking peace.
Qu Qingyin looked at his father calmly, he entered the door without saying a word, the twinkle between his brows revealed exactly what he was thinking in his heart.
"Dad, you have something to say, let me speak for you!"
Qu Qing chanted loudly.
It's so boring to be so stiff, someone has to pierce the window paper first.
Qu Zhengguo was taken aback for a moment, he looked over and was facing Qu Qingyin's calm eyes.
"Qingyin, don't blame Dad. After all, it's better to be a boy to inherit a family. Your grandfather and I are all for the Qu family."
Now that it has been said, there is no point in hiding it.
Qu Qingyin smiled lightly.
"Father, I'm connected to Qinghe by blood. How can I blame you for making this decision? It's just that my legs are inconvenient, so it's slower to deal with some daily tasks. I have to finish them. I can't leave half of them to my brother." , do you think so?"
Her voice was smiling, not as cold as before.
Seeing the expression on his daughter's face, Qu Zhengguo did not seem to be perfunctory, so he let out a sigh of relief.
In ancient times, Uncle Liu Huang visited the thatched cottage three times to invite Zhuge, and today he has repeatedly persuaded his daughter.
Faced with stubborn temper.
Anyway, I can finally do business when I go back, otherwise I will be nagged to death by Mr. Qu.
Qu Zhengguo left contentedly.
Qu Qingyin in the ward regained his frosty face.
"Give me the phone, wait outside the door!"
She gave instructions to the bodyguard.
The moment the phone was dialed, the voice of licking the dog came to my ears: "Boss, don't worry, it is going on in an orderly manner, without any omissions."
Probably afraid of being scolded, so I took the initiative to explain myself.
Qu Qingyin let out a "huh" and only said two words: "Hurry up!"
The phone was hung up and thrown aside.
My head hurts a bit.
And legs, numb to the extreme.
From childhood to adulthood, she had to give up everything, just to be happy for the only son and grandson of the Qu family.
I remember that at that time, Qu Qing and Naughty Mischievous did a lot of things like breaking bowls and bottles, every time he hid
It was very fast, and then Qu Qingyin, who didn't know what to do, was left with a dumbfounded look on his face.
What now.
Or because of the unsupportable Adou who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, he kept putting pressure on her to give up the fruits of her hard work.
If you cried and made noises when you were young, you might get some back.
Now, why try to reverse the situation where it is useless to argue with reason.
Besides, it's not that there is no retreat behind, the road has been paved long ago, and it's time to take a look.
Qu Qingyin gradually became calm and composed.
They want it, just take it, but it's just an extra piece of candy wrapper.
Qu Qing and this guy, he can't even keep the candy scum for him. Once he tastes the sweetness, he might coax old man Qu and force his sister to make another piece of candy for him.
He is not afraid of eating cavities.
The tadpoles in Xia Changhan's head jumped more and more, jumping up on the paper one by one, lined up obediently.
It's a pity that the fingers are not right, and the drawn lines are crooked.
She arranged and combined the music scores in the order of inspiration, and kept all the tunes and non-tunes.
The good habit of the original body must be carried forward.
There are so many insidious villains in this world, so we must be on our guard.
The top priority is still these hands.
She frowned.
Now the inspiration continues, and the new song has a framework, like a small hand that entangles the soul, entwining the heart like a lake, rippling in circles.
What's annoying is that my hands are too disappointing.
Xia Changhan put his hands in front of his eyes angrily, and he yelled: "Don't be ashamed, you are so fat, I want you to lose weight quickly, exercise, and help me to gain strength and climb to the sky again!"
She leaned lazily, deflated like a balloon, and sat limply.
The more I think about it, the more entangled I get.
On the one hand, he wanted to get better quickly, and replayed the strongest sound that belonged to Xia Changhan alone, cleared the suspicion of doping, and cleared his innocence.
On the other hand, the injury was too serious, and it was obviously hopeless to recover by relying on thumping medical methods.
The only person who can place hope is the person who wants to see but dare not.
The excitement brought about by the possession of the music god gradually calmed down amidst the worry that his hands did not get better.
In the past few days, no tadpole popped out of Xia Changhan's head.
Bored, she resumed her time of checking Weibo and fighting trolls.
In the past few days, the atmosphere on the Internet has become more and more interesting.
Those loyal fans of Su Yu are quite active, and they can even be described as arrogant.
They jumped up and down, and after a while, they went to the big music critics to line up to comment, and invited the big guys to comment on their idols, attracting attention.
After a while, they ran to Su Yu's Weibo in unison, and all kinds of words of praise continued.
Even the topic of #夏长寒前物闻问# has dropped several layers of heat, but the voice of #苏玉 Zaipu Jiazuo# is getting louder and louder.
Xia Changhan laughed until the flowers trembled.
She could imagine with her toes, how Su Yu would feel like crying watching these fans' loyal performances at this moment.
There is also a scumbag, who is probably a hot pot ant.
OK, it's a joy to think about.
Xia Changhan is now a little grateful to that big music critic. If he hadn't deliberately shown off his academic blogger's attention, how could he inadvertently touch Su Yu's sensitive nerves and trigger a new wave of Internet frenzy.
She waited for Qu Qinghe to slap Su Yu in the face!
Xia Changhan was happily thinking about the foreseeable scene, and a sentence that flashed on the Internet caught her attention again.
It's still that disgusting [Su Qinqin], who is very active under the Weibo of the big music critic at the moment.
The first three comments were all made by him alone. He not only questioned the level of the big music critics, but also spoke conclusively. He said that modern research shows that: the creations of artists are both handsome in the mountains and lost in the occasional troughs. It is a complete and vital art, and it cannot continue to exert pressure when it is at a low point.
He said all kinds of words like a knife, but he still had a reason, and he spoke to Su Yu in a voice.
This [Su Qinqin]absolutely Su Yu's true fan, is the appearance of running back and forth to brush up the sense of presence, really like his idol, the clown jumps on the bridge without knowing it.
Nonsence! People like Su Yu deserve to be called artists.