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Lin Xuening looked at the current heat and felt proud.

Zhou Dun is arranging work for her. As for the little princess Cunyi, who can force her to catch up with the announcement?

It stands to reason that artists who are heavily promoted by the company will be filled with announcements in the early stages or even throughout their entire star career, and may even have murder schedules.

——Either on the road or on site, I can’t even dig it out during breaks.

It was before Zhongyuan.

He once slept only four hours in three days, staying up all night to record a variety show, and the rest of the time was spent on interviews, platform activities, etc.

While waiting for interviews with four different new media outlets, he fell asleep directly on the sofa.

The press release was dedicated and sincere, which made fans feel distressed. Then they went to the Japanese official website, but no one in Cunyi paid any attention to them.

Lin Xuening has also made a lot of announcements recently, and Zhou Dun also inserted her into a variety show that has been running for eight years to gain her reputation.

The platform activities for brand store openings are naturally indispensable, and the drafts are given in different ways every day.

It looks like it has a lot more resources than Fumeng.

In fact, Fu Meng is too lazy to go.

Lin Xuening is sending messages to people.

[Xiao Ning Cindy: Have you listened to my new song?I revised it countless times and stayed up several nights to get it out~]

[Xiao Ning Cindy: Where are the people?not here? 】

[Xue Ning Cindy: Cheng Feng!Have you blocked me again? 】

She sent a dozen WeChat messages in succession, but there was no reply from the other party.

"It's so annoying!" Lin Xuening frowned and threw the phone on the sofa impatiently.

Zhou Dun looked up at her and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

Lin Xuening suppressed the irritation in her heart and replied to him: "It's okay!"

Zhou Dun thought to himself that you were not okay, but the eldest lady didn't say anything, so he didn't bother to ask any more questions.

Lin Xuening: "Hey! Do you think there are people who haven't heard my songs under such huge publicity?"

Zhou Dun: "...There must be a lot of people there."

The whole world is not your mother.

And it's only been half a day.

Lin Xuening was very anxious.

She took the phone back again, the screen lit up, and after unlocking, it was still the WeChat page just now.

Lin Xuening went to the music platform and shared a link and sent it to Cheng Feng.

[Xiao Ning Cindy: Please listen to my new song and give me some advice! 】

After a while, Cheng Feng finally replied.

[Cheng Feng: It’s not at your level. Your talent is extremely high, but you don’t have the ability. 】

Lin Xuening: "!!!"

She is really going to die of anger!

[Cheng Feng: I said I'm not interested in you. You don't have to enter this circle just for me. I won't go to the variety show the day after tomorrow. 】

[Cheng Feng: You should have your own pride, Lin Xuening, don’t do it for a man. 】

Lin Xuening was almost furious when she saw these two WeChat messages.

"I'm just doing it for you!" She lost her temper in grievance.

Zhou Dun: "..."

Come again, come again, who is it that makes Miss Cunyi so humble?

Lin Xuening has a lot of contacts on WeChat. Her parents and brothers praise her in various ways, and her little sister also compliments her in exaggerated ways, and some of them want to make friends.

Usually when he is in a good mood, Lin Xuening will respond a little.

Now looking at Cheng Feng's dialog box, she just wanted to smash her phone.

·

Fumeng didn't know about Lin Xuening's affairs.

She was telling Jian Jian about the song "It's Hard to Wake Up from a Dream".

Fu Meng only found out about the previous life after all three songs were released.

She didn't know much about the details of the behind-the-scenes deal between Lin Xuening and Bian Yan. She only knew that the three songs were released one after another, the first two earlier and the third later.

And the last song just right gave Lin Xuening a role as an original singer.

Now, Fu Meng paid attention to this person.

Lin Xuening's first song "Sincerity" was of average quality, and Fumeng appeared in the entertainment industry at the same time, which had a certain impact on the former.

With this level alone, she couldn't beat Fu Meng.

At that time, Fu Meng estimated that this person would release her song soon.

Sure enough, isn't this coming?

Jian Jian was serious and nervous, and asked: "From what source did she plagiarize it?"

Fu Meng thought: "I lost a manuscript before. Maybe I didn't throw it away accidentally, but someone stole it."

Jian Jian: "Where did you lose it? You mean someone went to your house to steal something?"

Fu Meng laughed softly: "Yes, someone went to my house to steal something."

Jian Jian was puzzled: "Who can go to your house? Have other things been lost? Have you reported the crime?"

Fu Meng: "No."

If you report a crime, why are you waiting to watch the show?

Simplicity: "Then you..."

"Let me ask," Fu Meng interrupted him and said with a half-smile, "Fortunately, I have too few friends, so it's not difficult to eliminate them at all."

Jian Jian was stunned.

For some reason, he saw sadness in Fu Meng's expression.

He wanted to ask a few more questions, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

·

Bian Yan has been in fear for a day.

Last night, "Watch My Singing" was broadcast, and she discovered that Lin Xuening sang that song.

She didn't know who bought the two songs at first, but Cun Yi was very enthusiastic about the newcomers, and Lin Xuening's identity had never been concealed. "The rich lady" was one of her personal labels.

There was a lot of gossip in the company. Bian Yan went to the tea room a few more times and heard a lot of gossip about Lin Xuening.

The artist was brought under the supervision of the manager Zhou Dun, and the whole company's management supported her. She got whatever she wanted, she had a bad temper, and she wore clothes that were not something ordinary amateurs would wear.

She knew that Lin Xuening should have bought it.

Coincidentally, Lin Xuening was also participating in an original program.

Maybe those two songs were prepared just for this?

Bian Yan remembered 500 million.

She was a little sour.

If someone can just buy out two songs with 500 million, I'm afraid it doesn't even count as Lin Xuening's pocket money.

But as for myself, I didn’t know that it would take only the year of the monkey and the month of the horse to earn so much money.

People can really piss people off more than people.

Before this jealousy dissipated, Bian Yan suddenly realized that Lin Xuening would expose these two songs sooner or later, and maybe they would vigorously promote them.

Bian Yan was even more nervous. She hadn't had a good night's sleep recently.

I was already worried that Fu Meng would find out about this, but now I was even more worried.

Bian Yan couldn't help but think about it even while walking on the road, when will Lin Xuening release a new song?

What should Fumeng do if he hears it?

It's not like she stayed at home for the past three years and didn't even read the news. Fumeng is now in the entertainment industry, and Lin Xuening's promotions came based on Fumeng!

Even if Fumeng doesn't pay attention, what about the people around her?

Reaching for the Stars is a big company after all. Managers, assistants, even if they are monitoring the dynamics of the music market, there will be people who will statistically analyze the current new song data and then show it to people in the company.

Fumeng has been accustomed to listening to a lot of songs in school. She must listen to the new song list. When she meets a song she likes, she will analyze the lyrics and composition of the entire song. Her music library is bottomless!

Even in the past three years, even if Fu Meng was not in the right mood, the music at home was always there, but it was replaced with symphonies and classical music.

Bian Yan kept saying in her heart: She will definitely listen, she will definitely hear it!

then what do I do?

Will she come and ask me?

How should I answer?

Did I steal it, or am I pretending not to know?

She didn’t know I did it anyway.

Bian Yan was sitting uneasily at his workstation, lowering his eyes in a daze, feeling anxious.

How can I shirk it?What if Fumeng broke the news directly online?

She accused Lin Xuening of plagiarism, so Yu Bei would definitely call me over for questioning.

No, I can't hide it.

If we want to prevent this incident from happening, we can only support the dream and not pursue it.

Only in this way, Bian Yan thought, will no unnecessary branches spread out.

She whispered softly: "Yes, the only one who can save me now is Fu Meng!"

"Bian Yan? Bian Yan?"

Someone stood behind her for a long time calling someone, but Bian Yan didn't hear it at all, and muttered without knowing what he was talking about.

The colleague patted her gently: "I'm telling you..." What's going on.

Bian Yan was startled suddenly and shouted: "Ah!"

The sound was loud enough, and everyone else in the room craned their necks to look over.

The colleague retracted his hand in embarrassment.

Only then did Bian Yan realize that he was distracted again.

She quickly turned around and stood up again, bending over to apologize: "I'm sorry, sorry, team leader, I was thinking about something just now."

Seeing that there was no good show to watch, the others all lowered their heads and went about their work.

Team leader: "...Oh, um, are you not feeling well today? I think you haven't been very energetic this morning."

Bian Yan said in a panic: "No, no, I, I just..."

Her stammering look not only did not make her words more convincing, but also confirmed the team leader's guess.

The team leader patted her and said very understandingly: "If you have any difficulties, just tell me. It's okay to take a day off."

Bian Yan: "Thank you, I-I'll make it right away!"

The team leader came to urge her to give her a plan.

Hearing this, the man nodded: "Okay."

As soon as he was interrupted, Bian Yan's uneasiness caused by his random thoughts dissipated a lot.

She forced herself to focus on her work. She finally finished writing the last thing, adjusted the format, printed it and took it to the team leader.

·

Fumeng guessed that Bian Yan must have trouble sleeping and eating now.

This "good friend" is a very ordinary person with a good family background. He has been a good student since he was a child. He has never skipped classes, been late or left early. It is said that the most exciting thing he did was to enter an Internet cafe when he was not old enough.

At that time, she didn't even have an ID card.

People who have never done anything bad will be very frightened once they cross the threshold.

You won't calm down until you do it many times.

Jian Jian was so worried when Fu Meng mentioned plagiarism that he couldn't sit still and walked around the room.

"You should tell me clearly what happened so that I can make arrangements for you!" he begged.

Fu Meng looked up at him and said helplessly: "I haven't figured it out yet, how can I tell you?"

Jian Jian: "But you just said you wanted to ask, then you picked up the phone and put it down again. So you still didn't ask!"

He saw Fumeng click on WeChat and open the contact page, and he was about to look for it, but her finger was hovering above the screen, paused briefly, and then took it back.

Fu Meng calmly turned off the screen, saying that she wanted to finish the mix at hand first.

Simplicity has a question mark on its head.

That's it?

I'm waiting for the answer, are you just following me?

Jian Jian's heart is itching unbearably, as if there is a thorn in his heart, and he can't live well until it is solved.

Fu Meng laughed at him: "So you are so curious."

Simplicity: "!!!"

He really wanted to kneel down to Fu Meng: "My God! Do you know how serious plagiarism is? It's still your manuscript! I just said that song sounds so familiar, how dare Cun Yi do this, You must have something to rely on, I will make a plan for you!"

Fu Meng: "Don't you suspect that I'm lying?"

Jian Jian opened the chair, and even though it was covered with anti-noise chair leg covers, there was still a muffled sliding sound.

"you will not."

He looked at Fumeng seriously, with complete solemnity in his eyes.

"Fumeng, I believe you are a very good person. I have read your previous information, and it is true that Fu Guang is a genius who is rewarded by God. You are even fed by this industry. I I dare say, if you had not disappeared three years ago, you would have become a well-known songwriter by now."

Jian Jian laughed at himself: "I missed it."

"But if your grades are only counted as talent, it would be very unfair to you." He said.

Fu Meng looked at him silently.

Simplicity: "No one can rest on their talent and remain motionless. You have also put in countless efforts. Yes, your talent is enviable, but no one can master all instruments without practicing."

From getting started to giving up, this is the norm for many people.

Talent is very important, it can save people a lot of effort.

"Isn't that what you do?"

"It's very simple! You can do it at a glance."

Talented people have advantages in their fields and do not have to start from scratch. They are ahead of everyone.

But all fields are endless.

No matter how ahead they are, they are still at the beginning of this endlessly spreading fog.

Jian Jian smiled and said generously: "I always look at you as if you are a god, because I don't understand, and I will never be able to write lyrics and compose music as easily as you do."

In the music circle, many people are lamenting that he has returned from glory, hiding his talents, and the first piece he produced is of extremely high standard.

From lyrics, music, arrangement to singing, music critics have spent their entire lives praising the dream.

They didn't even know that the production of the single was all handled by Fumeng.

Otherwise, there will be rainbow farts all over the sky rushing towards Fu Meng.

Simplicity is trying to market this, but it’s not time yet.

He had planned to wait.

Jian Jian sighed: "They say that you are hard to compare to because your current style of music is mature and varied."

Fumeng smiled.

Simplicity: "You are so good, you shouldn't think about bad things."

Fu Meng smiled cutely: "They should really learn more from you how to blow rainbow farts."

Seeing that her mood was not affected, Jian Jian pursed her lips and smiled: "Then I have to charge tuition."

The two chatted for a while, and Fu Meng told Jian Jian what the plagiarism was all about.

She had planned to handle it herself.

"I have a good friend," Fu Meng said calmly, "the only one."

Jian Jian remained silent and calmed down her emotions.

Fu Meng: "I haven't told you what happened before, so I'll tell you now."

She said: "My parents passed away three years ago. I was emotionally depressed. I couldn't write songs, and I didn't want to write. Later, I was diagnosed with depression, and almost everyone lost contact."

Only Fan Jia and Bian Yan were still in constant contact with her.

Fan Jia couldn't come by himself, so he asked his wife to come.This person sends WeChat messages to Fumeng every day, and doesn't care whether the other party will reply. He just does it when he has time.

Bian Yan is in City B, and there is this person's fingerprint on the fingerprint lock of Fumeng's house.She would occasionally come to Fumeng to bring some food and drink, chat with Fumeng, watch TV series, etc.

Fu Meng: "Besides, there is no one else."

Simplicity: "This..."

Fu Meng: "Is it a failure to have no friends?"

I don’t know what to say about simplicity.

Fu Meng: "If the only channel for my manuscript to be leaked is Bian Yan."

Simplicity: "But she is your friend!"

Fu Meng looked at him and paused for a moment.

"You know what? Jealousy can destroy a person."

Fu Meng picked up what he could say and gave a summary to Jian Jian, briefly describing the current situation.

She lost three songs, and Lin Xuening only sang one of them.

Bian Yan never sent her a message, no apology, no response.

He used to be a talkative person, but these days he was unusually quiet.

Jian Jian: "...What is she planning?"

Fu Meng recalled the conversation that had happened, with no emotion in his eyes.

She smiled, and the smile was shallow: "People change."

Fumeng didn't know when Bian Yan changed.

Stealing and selling songs to seek forgiveness through friendship, Bian Yan did it too smoothly in his previous life.

When Lin Xuening released the first two songs, Fumeng didn't go online or listen to outside music, so she didn't notice.

It was after Lin Xuening's solo single after her variety show that Fu Meng adjusted her mood and prepared to go out into the world.

Then she heard that all too familiar melody.

At first, Fu Meng was also shocked.

There have been times when two unrelated people's brainwaves collided and then created very similar works.

But there is always a difference.

Just like cooking, even if you cook both celery and meat at the same time, the taste will definitely be different.

Salty, spicy or oily?

What part of the pork was used?

Is the heat high or low?

Who gained 2 minutes more, and who lost a few pieces of meat?

Not to mention, it’s three songs.

Fumeng felt something was wrong at the time.

She thought it was a waste manuscript that had not been dealt with properly and had been picked up by someone.

But this is very wrong.

Where can I find such a complete scrap?

She shredded it and then burned it, leaving only paper ashes.

There is only one complete manuscript, and Fumeng has always received it very well.

If the aunt accidentally took it by mistake, it shouldn't appear in other people's hands. The other party even marked her name as original.

This is not reasonable.

Auntie never disposes of any paper in her house without permission. Even when cleaning, if she encounters paper that has fallen on the ground, even if it is white paper, she will deliberately put it in a box and wait to ask Fu Meng before sorting and throwing it out. .

Moreover, Bian Yan is a Cun Yi person.

Lin Xuening is Cunyi’s artist.

When Fu Meng approached Bian Yan, the other person's eyes dodged and he looked around at him.

It wasn't until Fu Meng pointed out the song that she shivered and said that she had stolen the song and sold it.

"I, I actually want to ask for you," Bian Yan tried to explain, "If they want it, it means you are right to change your style! I just want people to affirm you first, and then I will tell you the result. , to build your confidence.”

At that time, Fu Meng sneered: "So you just sold my songs and all the copyrights to others without asking?"

Bian Yan was speechless: "I..."

She struggled: "I meant well, but I was worried that you would be rejected if you submitted your song. You are not in the right mood, and you have never been frustrated with lyrics and music before. I asked Dr. Xu, and she also said that it is best not to irritate you. .”

Under Fu Meng's cold gaze, Bian Yan's voice gradually lowered: "...So I'm afraid that if no one wants the song, it will affect your condition."

Fu Meng: "Then I still want to thank you?"

Bian Yan: "Mengmeng, don't be like this..."

She begged: "I know I was wrong, but the director came to me personally and said he wanted to buy the signature rights. Even if I didn't give it, they have seen the entire song and have a backup, so plagiarism is completely possible! "

"You don't know about a place like Cunyi, but I do. They never pay attention to these things. It's so difficult to protect rights in China now. If we don't sell it to them, will anyone want it?"

Bian Yan was justified: "Cunyi found someone to release the songs first. If they take the lead, no one will be willing to ask for your songs again! These three songs will be useless!"

Fumeng couldn't help but lose his temper: "Then it's useless!"

She looked at Bian Yan with disappointment in her eyes.

"Even if it is abolished, I will not give up all the copyright to others! Even if the property rights of the work are invalidated 50 years after the person's death, the personal rights are unrestricted! Bian Yan, that is my work, and you are also in the music department Graduates, you once wanted to be a creator, don’t you understand the importance of authorship?”

Bian Yan choked: "I..."

she knows.

But, so much money!

Yes, money!Bian Yan suddenly thought, as if she had found a pillar of support for herself, and said eagerly: "Two songs were sold for 500 million, and the third song was given 300 million alone. The buyout money is no more than your lyrics and music copyright fees for so many years. Less!"

Even a lot!

Dozens of Fumeng's songs have sold for more than 1000 million, and the copyrights have been gradually received.

In total, one song costs more than 30 to [-] yuan.

For ordinary people, this is a lot.

Compared with the prices of these three songs by Bian Yan, they are nothing.

Unless copyright management becomes more standardized, it won't be her concern no matter how widely Fumeng's songs are sung.

Fumeng looked at Bian Yan and felt that this man was extremely strange.

Bian Yan didn't realize it at all, and was eager to find a justification for his wrong behavior: "Look, so much money! Mengmeng, I spent a little, but don't worry, I will definitely make up for it for you, and I will make up for it right away. Transfer all the money to you!"

"I don't want it." Fu Meng refused forcefully, his voice as cold as winter snow, "Tell Cun Yi's people that I want to get the copyright back. Lin Xuening is not allowed to claim to be the creator of these three songs in the future. At the same time, he issued a statement with his official seal. , explain clearly the copyright ownership.”

Bian Yan: "!!!"

She was so frightened that her upper body, which was already next to the edge of the table, leaned toward Fumeng.

"No, they think this is my song. I agreed and took the money. If I go back on my word like this, they will hold me accountable!"

In her desperation, she spilled the beans and revealed what she had concealed about the true author of the song.

After hearing this, Fu Meng smiled bitterly: "I just said, after seeing the word "Fang Guang", how could they make such a brainless request to purchase the right to authorize."

The reputation of being famous in the industry was once pursued by many people.

Even if Cunyi wants a gunman, he won't find him.

Bian Yan's eyes widened, tears gradually oozing out: "Mengmeng..."

Fu Meng whispered: "Bian Yan, are you concerned about my condition, or are you doing it for other reasons?"

Her voice was very light, her voice was pressed downward, and she had an airy sound.

This was a rhetorical question. It should have been filled with endless disappointment, but at this moment, it sounded like there was no emotion at all.

But she shouldn't be emotionless.

Even if it was as argumentative and angry as before, it would be far better than now.

Bian Yan's heart was shocked, and she was extremely panicked.

"Mengmeng!" She shouted subconsciously, but didn't know what to say.

She had thought about the words countless times in the past few days, and she had gone over and over to supplement and perfect the excuses she used to deceive herself and others, but at this moment, she could not utter a single word.

Just sitting under Fu Meng's gaze, which was as cold as a stranger, had already exhausted all Bian Yan's courage.

She wants to get out of here.

She wanted to escape from Fu Meng's eyes.

"I don't want money." Fumeng said.

"I want my song," she said again.

Then she stood up.

Bian Yan sat on the ground and watched helplessly as Fu Meng opened the wooden door and walked out.

The moment the door opened, the noise from the corridor outside flowed in with the air, giving Bian Yan breathing space and bringing her back to the excitement.

·

Fu Meng has seen too many different situations in the world.

She was sure that Bian Yan would sell her songs if she didn't stop him.

Lin Xuening will still make her debut, and those three songs are still her "creations".

Everything is as it once was.

Even if there is an additional variable like her debut, it will not change.

But when this inference came, Fu Meng felt a little disappointed.

Escape is shameful, but useful.

She suddenly remembered the book that had fallen on the carpet next to the sofa on the first day she came back.

At that time, she smiled and said casually, "Those who escape usually die."

This book was given to her by Bian Yan. In fact, the content inside is not as depraved as the title.

On the contrary, there is a loose chicken soup inside, with the intention of making people strive for progress.

But now it seems that in both lives, Bian Yan has implemented the title of this book - escape.

Until there is no escape, no escape.

No one knew she lived two lives, no one knew she died once.Fu Meng thought to himself.

She was prepared, but seeing this life evolving like the previous one, Fu Meng couldn't help but feel more lonely.

She has always been a soft-hearted person.

There was a trace of uncertainty in her heart, which was the elusiveness of human nature.

The world line is not a given, and it will not be the same as in the comic novel. Even if there are too many accidents, they will be corrected and brought back to that line.

This is her real world, which is changeable, complex and chaotic.

If Bian Yan decided not to sell the song at the last minute, everything that followed would not have happened.

When Fumeng came back, he sent her a WeChat message asking her about the three song manuscripts. This was Fumeng's soft-heartedness that was revealed unconsciously.

Bian Yan has a guilty conscience and will be vigilant at the slightest sign of trouble.

Fu Meng died miserably, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

She wants revenge.

But in a world where nothing has happened, is she going to induce those people to repeat what happened?

In this way, she will stand on the moral high ground and become a perfect victim.

Then go ahead and condemn.

This is what Fu Meng should do.

This way you can avoid surprises.

What's more, if she was willing to do more and do something to Bian Yan, Lin Xuening, and Cun Yi Entertainment, these people might make more mistakes.

Time will dilute everything, but the day Fu Meng came back, she once again experienced the stored memories of the three months before her death, and she returned to that time.

But not completely back.

After a long time in the system world and personal death experience, Fu Meng is complicated.

This trace of complexity was revealed without her noticing.

She insisted on herself, unwilling to be that despicable leader, and unwilling to use the shallow elf power she still had to act quietly.

Because she is Fu Meng and has her own pride.

Maybe this pride wasn't a good thing, but she couldn't give it up.

As a bystander, she could even be said to be "helping the evildoer", she remained indifferent and waited for the results.

This was the biggest concession she could make.

·

Jian Jian asked her: "Aren't you looking for someone?"

Fumeng shook his head: "I'll contact you tomorrow."

Simplicity: “Why?”

Fu Meng: "I want her to continue to be frightened, and then I'll watch the show."

Simplicity: "..."

Thinking about it again, it seems a bit enjoyable!

He supported Fu Meng: "Then you ask her directly? Will she admit it?"

Fu Meng: "It's obvious, but it's useful if she doesn't admit it? And I have evidence."

Jian Jian was curious: "Didn't she steal the manuscript? You're not good at cleaning up scrapped manuscripts. It affects the integrity of the evidence chain too much!"

He knew Fu Meng’s bad habits.

You've already suffered a loss once, how can you suffer like this again?

Fumeng: "Nonono, no, I haven't scrapped the manuscript, but I have a demo."

Jian Jian looked like he had seen a ghost: "You actually recorded a demo? That's weird!"

Fu Meng: "Isn't it a surprise? Not only do I have a demo, but I also have a new manuscript that I re-wrote after I found that the manuscript was lost. I also applied for copyright online."

Simplicity: "!!!"

He praised: "You have really grown up!"

Jian Jian didn't ask any more questions. He naturally thought that after Fu Meng found out that his work was lost, he was worried that someone might find it as a counterfeit, so he simply applied for the copyright of the work first so that he could prove himself if he was framed in the future.

I have no idea that Fu Meng did it on purpose.

The demo is divided into two parts, one was an unintentional move a long time ago, and the other was specially made using midi while she was transcribing the manuscript.

That unintentional act was the only physical evidence that could prove that the song was inspired by her a year ago after Fu Meng was taken away by Bian Yan and destroyed the fragments of the manuscript in her previous life.

When Fumeng was sad, she would record a video as a diary. When she was talking to her parents, she came up with a melody, so she casually pulled the guitar next to her and started playing it.

It’s less than 20 seconds, but it’s a key part of the song.

Later, she almost forgot about it. Still in despair of confronting Lin Xuening about plagiarizing the truth, Fu Meng, who had no evidence, then remembered that she had a little demo that was not a demo.

"It's Hard to Wake Up from a Dream" was originally a song written by Fumeng to his parents.

Cunyi didn't know her mood and intention when she wrote the manuscript, so naturally there was no way for the arranger to follow this emotion. Instead, he worked towards love songs that were more popular with the public.

Therefore, Jian Jian will be sensitive to the fact that something is strange.

There are also some people who also have such speculations.

Just like Cheng Feng, whom Lin Xuening liked, he also discovered it.

But he thought that Lin Xuening was using her status as the eldest lady to deceive and let someone from Cun Yi write for her.

He doesn't like Lin Xuening, and he doesn't like anyone treating music creation like this.

After Jian Jian finished praising Fu Meng, he felt a little distressed: "But you can only prove that you wrote the song not long ago. I bet that if you say they plagiarized, Cun Yi will definitely have evidence of the timeline of fraud. "

Then there will be more hype, and you may not know who will lose and who will win!

Fu Meng: "Then let's see whose evidence is stronger."

While they were talking, the option of reconciliation never occurred to them.

Simplicity does not encourage dreams at all.

This is probably why Fumeng told Jian Jian a lot today.

It is actually a blessing to have partners with almost the same concept.

Reaching for the stars is still very reliable.

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Sorry orz is too slow to write

Thank you for your support little cutie

感谢在2020-10-24 00:55:43~2020-10-25 05:16:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of August Plum Blossom Piao; 5 bottles of Canghai; 1 bottle of Yangou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!