Destiny's Son 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 it, just like that, the song has no emotion."

"In the generation of the He family, there is only one artist, He Zhijun, who is not a painter."

"Not even music anymore, tsk."

"His previous works, to be honest, can still be listened to."

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

"No way, his previous style was really 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 music family, which is different from He Zhijun who became a monk halfway through."

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

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

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

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

He Zhijun turned off the phone.

Plagiarism?

He disdained to respond to this groundless speculation and malicious accusation.

And the most powerful blow back.

He Zhijun stroked the piano under his palm.

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

Xinghe was dizzy and busy for a few days, so he sneaked a look at his phone.

A lot of news jumped out at once.

"When will you come back, I miss you so much."

He Zhijun stared at the phone pitifully.

Isn't there a video every night?

"Are you okay?"

Xinghe followed the voice.

"Is there any inspiration for the song?"

""Reaching for the Stars", is it for me?"

With a smile, Xinghe took a video.

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

"I'll be back tomorrow, be good."

"But I can't write anymore."

He Zhijun's tail drooped again.

Inspiration is fleeting.

He only wrote out a fragment.

"Come back soon, hurry up, Mom and Dad miss you too."

"Your face is in the phone, that's all right, don't act like a baby."

Xinghe poked the screen.

"If you can write a little bit, it's a little bit. When I go back, you watch me write slowly."

"Don't disappoint those who expect 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 down that manager's phone messages"

"It's the man you mentioned."

"And recently, their contact has become more frequent."

"Not surprisingly, the end should be coming."

"Galaxy."

Thinking of He Zhijun's ending, Wei Chu hesitated to speak.

"I know."

Xinghe gripped the phone tightly.

"How can I let go if we haven't reached the end together."

Xinghe thinks about He Zhijun's future.

【It was winter.

He Zhijun finally created a satisfactory work.

"Live up to the expectations, the new work will be launched tomorrow."

He played the prelude to the music and fell asleep contentedly.

But wake up.

The news was overwhelming.

"New musician Mo Huai released a new song at zero o'clock!"

"He Zhijun's new song will be released at [-] o'clock!"

"The two are [-]% similar!"

"Mo Huai sued He Zhijun for plagiarism!"

He Zhijun clicked on Mo Huai's music.

How can it be?

He listened to the whole melody, his face pale.

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

It also added Mo's unique music skills.

He Zhijun was already questioned.

The crash was so severe, he was the party that released later.

There is no denying it.

Accompanied by He's parents, He Zhijun attended the press conference.

"How do you respond to Mo Huai accusing you of plagiarism?"

"Is your song really composed by yourself?"

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

"If Mo Huai hadn't exposed your plagiarism first, would you have bitten him back?"

"What the netizens said is right, isn't it? You have no ability to write new music!"

"Did you write your previous works by yourself?"

"Could it be copied too?"

"This song shouldn't be named after you, Zhijun He!"

"Are you worthy of everyone's expectations?"

The incandescent lights were concentrated on He Zhijun's body, and the reporters, with excited smiles, scrambled to hand the microphone to He Zhijun's mouth.

With tears in her eyes, Mother He hugged Zhijun He tightly, desperately turning away the microphones one after another.

Papa He faced the camera with a livid face, standing in front of their mother and son.

"I didn't copy it."

He Zhijun's eyes were a little dull.

But the sound is too small, who cares?

"I really didn't copy it."

Those nights when you can't sleep.

"I wrote it myself."

I auditioned myself all night.

"why?"

Why don't you trust me?

Even if you don't want to listen to me, you can conclude that I am plagiarizing!

why?

Because don't believe I can write emotional music?

Because I am different from everyone.

Because He Zhijun is color blind.

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

Only then can the perfect music be created.

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

In the field of vision, everything is silver and white.

"Zhijun, go home with your parents."

Mother He held He Zhijun's hand in front of her chest, and breathed out.

"Go home with parents."

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

"Dad trusts you."

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

He Zhijun smiled.

"fine."

"It's okay, I'll go back by myself."

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

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

He sailed to the lake in the suburbs.

Sitting on a chair by the lake, with heavy snow falling on the top of your head.

Everything is 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 that I can't meet you."

"But tonight is full of stars, and tomorrow must be a fine day."

"Just call it, Reaching for the Stars"

】

Xinghe hooked the bag of plum cake and got off the plane.

"Here! Here!"

He Zhijun wagged his tail quickly.

Holding He Zhijun who rushed forward, Xinghe patted him.

"Miss me?"

Xinghe kissed He Puppy's forehead.

"Think about it, think about it every day."

He Zhijun hugged Xinghe's waist, rubbing left and right.

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

"No need to discuss, I will listen to you."

"Listen to me, then let's break up, shall we?"

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

Bully the puppy today (√)

back home.

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

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

"Kiss again! Kiss again and we'll break up!"

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

"Let's go on a trip together."

Xinghe got up, next to He Zhijun.

Take out your notebook.

Xinghe pointed to the route in the notebook.

"I have been to many places in it, and I used to call the world my home."

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

He glanced at He Xiaogou who was pretending to be calm.

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

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

"My first twenty years."

"The scenery seen, the four seasons spent."

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

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

"I have painted many beauties and seen many beauties."

He Zhijun was jealous.

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

"Walk through the great river together.".

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

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