【Rebirth】Be the canary in your heart

Because the matter was too urgent, Wen Rou didn't even bother to knock on the door. When she opened the door and saw the scene in front of her, she coughed and her face was a little unnatural.

In their eyes, the cold and indifferent CEO was sitting on the sofa peeling shrimp shells with disposable plastic gloves on his hands. It was obviously not the first time he was skillful.

Lin Yan moved the little horse and sat beside him, resting his elbows on the table to prop up his chin, eagerly waiting to eat.Wen He fed the peeled shrimp meat to the little baby's mouth, turned to look at Wen Rou standing at the door, and asked in a cold voice:

"whats the matter?"

When Wen He asked, Lin Yan also looked at him curiously, walked forward a few steps with a gentle and stiff body, and explained the matter in the most concise language: Zhu Mumu

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"Mr. Wen, in the video that Lin Yan posted on Weibo before, someone picked out that the song played in it had a very high overlap with the song released by an amateur before."

This is a euphemism. In fact, many people have started to call Lin Yan a plagiarist on Weibo and tell him to get out of the entertainment industry.

In the eyes of some extremists, art is a noble existence that cannot be desecrated, and plagiarism is even more intolerable.No matter how beautiful a work is, once it is related to plagiarism, it will instantly become extremely stinky.

After Wen Rou finished speaking, he looked at Lin Yan worriedly, he was afraid that the ancestor would jump up in a fit of anger and say that he would strangle those people.

After Lin Yan noticed his gaze, he hid in Wen He's arms, then nodded his head, and said softly:

"Oh."

Wen Rou is completely stupid, that's all?That's it?That's it?

Seeing Lin Yan frowning and staring at the plate of shrimps, Wen He felt a sense of helplessness in his heart, knowing that he was eager to eat, so he said calmly:

"Let the public relations department reduce the heat first, and then send me the video posted by the amateur, and use the studio's Weibo to post Weibo to explain that it is currently verifying, saying that the song is ""

"Just say that the song is indeed a new song, written by Mr. Ya."

Lin Yan completed Wen He's words on the sidelines. It is undeniable that his own little vest is better than himself.

If it is said that this song was written by myself, even if I clarify it later, I will be labeled as suspected plagiarism, but it will be different if it is Mr. Ya.So many songs released by Mr. Ya before are enough to prove his talent, and the level of the few songs released recently is still the same, there is no need for any plagiarism.

"That song was really written by Mr. Ya?"

Wen Rou subconsciously raised her doubts, her eyes lingered on their president's head for a moment, inexplicably feeling that Mr. Wen's head was a little green.

At this moment, Wen Rou coincided with the imagination of some netizens, that Mr. Ya and Lin Yan had adultery!

Lin Yan quietly reached out and poked Wen He's abdominal muscles in a place that Wen He couldn't see. Wen He turned his head to meet his threatening eyes, and replied affirmatively:

"Ah."

After Rou Rou left, Lin Yan grabbed Wen He's hand and asked him to peel it off for him, not taking this matter to heart.

He can be sure that all the songs he releases are original, one is because of his own arrogance, and the other is because the little baby has not passed the second period of middle school.

He felt that except for the songs he wrote, they were all rubbish, and he didn't even bother to listen to them. Those songs would disturb his eyes.

When Lin Yan's studio's Weibo posted that Weibo, Lin Yan just finished eating a plate of lobster, rubbed his stomach, picked up his phone and forwarded it with Mr. Ya's account.

Mr. Ya: I heard that someone said I plagiarized?

The wind of public opinion changed so easily, and began to question the amateur who uploaded the video first.

Mr. Ya has maintained his peak state for so many years since he released a song. Every song is a classic. For a person in such a position, to plagiarize an unknown amateur is like an illiterate person questioning contemporary It's ridiculous that everyone in literature can't write.

【how?Plagiarism and not let people say? 】

【Please take out evidence other than your ears. If you have no evidence, please go out and bring your brains. Thank you. 】

【I'm pretty knowledgeable, it's the first time I've seen such a crazy attitude towards plagiarism. 】

[First, there is no clear evidence of plagiarism. Second, you can be crazy if you are so awesome. Third, it’s not your fault for ignorance. It’s your fault to show off your ignorance. 】

Compared with Lin Yan's unformed fans, Mr. Ya's fans are truly powerful, especially when it comes to plagiarism, they are first-class without dirty words and sarcasm.

Lin Yan sat on the sofa watching what the fans said, shrugged his shoulders with a smile, followed a link, and saw the video posted by the so-called amateur.

He used a piano, while the amateur used a violin. The violin is very valuable at first glance, and the sound quality is also good.

If he read it correctly, it should be the one he was broken.

The lifeless little baby with a plagiarism hat on his head, after seeing this video, angrily leaned in front of Wen He and hugged him, acting like a baby and wanting to be hugged.

Wen He looked at his ancestor who suddenly slipped into his arms, and asked helplessly:

"what happened?"

Lin Yan played the video again in front of Wen He, pointed at the person on the screen, and complained softly:

"This is the man who broke my violin last time!"

Wen He looked it over carefully, and it was indeed similar to what he said, it was the Bai Li who made the little baby very unhappy last time.

Wen He also knew Lin Yan's temperament. He would not deliberately guard against anyone in the completely safe environment he believed. He helped clean up many manuscripts in the musical instrument room.

Wen He trusts his little treasure unconditionally, a relationship without trust is destined to not last long.

Of course, it is impossible for Lin Yan to copy others, but if it is the other way around, what if someone else copied him?

Wen He helped clean up the later manuscripts, and they were placed on the piano at that time, where they could be seen as soon as they entered.

"It's all your fault, attracting bees and butterflies outside"

Lin Yan lowered his head and howled softly, the sour smell was almost overflowing, he couldn't do without being wronged, he turned himself into a jealous baby.

"Don't worry, where did you write that song? There are surveillance cameras in the instrument room."

"On the eighth of last month, it was in the musical instrument room."

In the evening that day, a group of pigeons landed on the top floor opposite, and the evening sunlight fell on the white wings of the pigeons, inexplicably giving Lin Yan the urge to write a song.

"I'll go to the surveillance later, don't worry."

Lin Yan snorted aggrievedly and let out a sour breath. He still felt aggrieved. From the beginning to the end, he didn't take the plagiarism matter to heart. He cleared himself. He didn't plagiarize, so he naturally had the confidence.

He was angry with Bai Li, the kind that fried chicken and fried chicken were angry with.

The focus of crisis public relations is efficiency. It is not suitable for this kind of black material to be delayed for too long. The wider the spread, the more unfavorable it will be for them.

Because it has something to do with Lin Yan, Wen He participated in the process. Seeing that the little baby was depressed, he thought it was because others said he was unhappy, so after coaxing him for a while, he simply put him in his arms and worked.

The scandals in the entertainment industry are true and false. Even the cleanest people have one or two scandals. After getting used to it, most people will not be obsessed with clarification, and let the comments ferment, which will bring heat to themselves in disguise.

In this eccentric entertainment industry, Wen He wanted to give Lin Yan a piece of pure land. People he cared about carefully should not be insulted and belittled by others.

Lin Yan looked down at the remarks on Weibo, followed the link sent by fans, and clicked into a new video. The protagonist of the video was indeed the Baili he had seen last time.

Compared with the delicate makeup last time, this time her makeup was much lighter, she looked pure and pitiful, her eyes were slightly red, and she forced a smile at the camera.

"I, the song I released before, has nothing to do with Mr. Ya, and there is no relationship between the two of us. Plagiarism is related.

I hope that netizens and fans can be rational. Mr. Ya is very good, and Lin Yan is also very good. I am just an amateur who likes music. Sorry to bother everyone. "

Compared with Mr. Ya's indifference and domineering, Baili's weak and pitiful appearance aroused some people's pity.

Whether right or wrong, the weak seem to be on the side of justice. Sympathy for the weak seems to be the instinct of most people, while condemning the strong for not being big enough and cold-tempered.

[I'm really convinced, Mr. Ya, where did he get so many fans?All blind?Is it interesting to bully a little girl? 】

[That's right, I'm really speechless, she's just a little girl. 】

[Netizens are too hostile, is it because they look at other people's little girls who are excellent? 】

[Lin Yan is so old-fashioned, allowing fans to bully amateurs?Black life. 】

[Mr. Ya is probably an old man. He writes songs for this celebrity every time. Can he satisfy a certain celebrity at such an age? 】

[People who have no sympathy at all, their life should be very hard. 】

Lin Yan browsed through the malicious remarks one by one, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while he burst out laughing, tugging at the corner of Wen He's clothes, and asked in a low voice:

"Husband~ If I'm a ninja, can you help me finish it?"

The sweet voice of "husband", the bright eyes, and the soft and cute appearance gave Wen He the illusion that even his life was willing to be given to him.

"Well, don't hold back when you are wronged, let others be more wronged than you."

Wen He said outrageous and unreasonable words in a cold voice. To him, nothing was as important as Lin Yan being happy, not to mention that his little one had done nothing wrong from the very beginning.

Why should his excellence and strength be an excuse for others to attack him?

Lin Yan, who got the permission, looked like a mouse that ate lard, quietly curled his lips, and posted another Weibo post. Anyway, Mr. Ya is a songwriter, so he has to bear with the fucking popularity of passers-by. cool.

Mr. Ya: Don't bully others, just speak the truth.In the eyes of fans, I am handsome, handsome and talented. In the eyes of some people, I am old, ugly, wretched and vulgar. Maybe this is what someone sees in the eyes of the legend.

After posting on Weibo, he put his arms around Wen He's neck and kissed him, and said in a soft voice:

"The little baby fried chicken in Mr. Wen's eyes looks good, which shows that Mr. Wen has a good eye."

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