The king is here

The plagiarism of "A Thousand Mountains Snow" is still continuing to ferment, and the opinions on the Internet are almost divided into two extreme parts.One part is naturally the anti-plagiarism army, and the other part is a huge team composed of fans from all walks of life.The former has a slightly smaller number but cannot hold up to a large number, while the latter has a crushing number of victories, but lacks a new force with strong combat effectiveness.Because except for some Loli Zhengtai and uncles and aunts who don’t know what intellectual property is, those who can support plagiarism are either dazzled by love, or they don’t understand and don’t want to understand these things at all, or they are Heizi fished in troubled waters.

After all, over the years, some countries have invaded our country culturally, or the evolution of civilization has never stopped, and no one knows whether these people are involved in it.

There are three kinds of results brought about by the vigorous anti-plagiarism campaign.First, some people who didn't know about this matter chose to join the anti-plagiarism action after they knew it. Even if they just resist silently, it is a kind of help.Some people who didn't know about it at first thought it was no big deal, they should read it, or watched it out of curiosity, which indirectly increased the attention of the "A Thousand Mountains Snow" novel and TV series.There are also some people who know or don’t know about this matter because of their weak awareness of intellectual property rights, or because they have been swiped by anti-plagiarism speeches for many times, they have agitated psychology, which will lead to the results of the above two situations, but different The result is caused by their psychology. Many of these people must have been paying attention to the novel or TV series of "A Thousand Mountain Snow", at least they have a good impression in their hearts, so they may lead to the result of support.

Actually speaking, the central meaning is nothing more than the fact that even though the plagiarism incident is known to everyone, there are still people who praise it and others hype it, and the chilling current situation that some media take this opportunity to publicize.

Regarding this current situation, some people are angry, some are disappointed, some are happy and some ignore it, but Yan Yong and others, who are busy prosecuting, no longer care.There are always such and such people in the world, and they will have such and such attitudes towards certain things.As long as you can tell what to do and what not to do, what does it matter to you what other people do?Often we can only manage ourselves.

After posting the blog post, Yan Yong did not pay attention to the comments, but once again devoted himself to sorting out the evidence.The boring and tedious repeated comparison and proofreading required them to read the novel that disgusted them over and over again, which not only tired the body, but also made them irritated by the disgust in their hearts.Fortunately, the efforts were effective. They not only produced a complete evidence chain of plagiarism, but also discovered several other works that were plagiarized.

"A Thousand Mountains Snow" not only plagiarized Xiaoyi's "Mo Waiting for Idleness", but also plagiarized six other romantic novels with mediocre grades.

After aligning the page numbers page by page, You San sorted out the evidence and stapled them together, and put them in several folders for the secretary to send to the court.

All of a sudden, everyone in the hall let out a long sigh of relief, especially a few girls, who threw themselves on the sofa and fell asleep as soon as they closed their eyes.

Yan Yong rubbed his red eyes, gave up the sofa to the girls, and went out to the garden to get some air.

As the evening approaches, the afterglow casts deep and shallow shadows in the shade of the green grass in the garden like a line.Yan Yong swayed through the shadows, sat on the bench under the tree, and yawned in the warm setting sun and cool breeze.

"Give."

A clear voice rang in his ears, Yan Yong squinted his dry eyes and looked up, seeing You San, who had been up for two days like him, handed him a bottle of iced coffee, his handsome face was unreal against the light.

"Thank you." After unscrewing the coffee and taking a few sips, Yan Yong gently rubbed his forehead with his knuckles, barely dispelling the heavy drowsiness.

Sitting down beside him, You San straightened his legs and crossed his legs, with a soft smile on his lips: "It's finally finished, why don't you go to rest? This is just the preliminary work, maybe you will be busy in the future."

"Didn't you go to bed?" Yan Yong slumped on the bench like a boneless one, and asked lazily, "I want to sleep, but I haven't finished my work yet."

In a blink of an eye, You San turned his interested eyes around his face, except for the dark circles under his eyes and tired face caused by sleeping for only half an hour in two days, he is a handsome and energetic person.

"I never asked you about your online identity," You San took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, lowered his head and pulled out one, "You are the 'Where is the breeze' nicknamed 'The Amazing Keyboard Man of Justice'?" 'Bar?"

Yan Yong was too tired to put on a show: "Yes, but what is that name? Why does it have a strong sense of humor?"

You San couldn't help laughing: "It's just a joke."

After finishing speaking, he turned his hand and handed the drawn eye to Yan Yong, but Yan Yong waved his hand and refused: "No, I don't smoke, it's not good for my health."

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in You San's eyes, but he put the cigarette back into the box noncommittally, and threw it aside together with the lighter.

"Why, you don't smoke? I thought successful people smoked and drank alcohol." Yan Yong couldn't help but joked when he saw it was funny.

"I used to smoke and drink, after all, I need to socialize. But then my male god said that smoking and drinking are harmful to health, and he never touched them, so I quit." With a shy smile, You San said bluntly Said that I don't think there is anything wrong with making such a big change for someone I have never met.

Yan Yong looked at him thoughtfully.Of course he knew that You San's male god was himself, and they were very familiar with them on the Internet, and You San's name of "Second Blow" resounded in the circle, and no one knew it.But he never thought that he has such a great charm that he can make such a change for him by a person he doesn't know in reality.

"I've been hearing you talking about your male god," Yan Yong became curious, and suddenly wanted to ask him what he thought of himself, "Who is he? What kind of person is he?"

Speaking of his male god, You San's eyes are shining, and his originally calm tone suddenly rose: "My male god is the great god in the painting circle, '[-]', many people laugh at him as a painter Internet celebrity, because he is very popular, he has become popular in other fields. What kind of person is he? Well, in the eyes of fans, he must be good or bad, even if he has a poisonous tongue, he is cute. After a few words of cursing, I immediately became happy, and the fans of Xiu Enai who got blackmailed were also happy in their hearts. When dealing with sunspots and bad things, he is astonishingly aggressive. He is on the same level as you, and he is a mudslide in the world of painters!"

The more Yan Yong listened to it, the more strange it became, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.What is "fans who come to him for comfort will be happy as soon as they are scolded?"The fans who co-authored him are a group of Dou+M?

Perhaps seeing the unbelievable and absurd hidden in his expression, You San's bright eyes softened, and the small dimples on the corners of his lips were filled with tenderness: "Actually, we all know that when he scolded us, it was all out of awkward concern. He Blocking us is just teasing us. We are happy to be cared by him and teased by him, and we also enjoy this process, because he is straightforward and sincere, so he is not deliberately flattering or soft-spoken, so we are attracted So many people like it. I think I'm very lucky to have him at the time."

Yan Yong was taken aback for a moment, fingers unconsciously digging at the palm of his hand.He looked away in embarrassment, his face was hot for some reason, but he was inexplicably happy.Fortunately, You San was immersed in his own thoughts, so he didn't find anything wrong.

It turns out that his fans know what he means?

"That..." Clearing his throat, Yan Yong tried his best not to hear anything unusual in his voice, "He...he should also be happy to have fans like you."

You San's smile widened, but he was a little embarrassed: "I hope so. But now..." His expression suddenly darkened, and he lowered his head in disappointment, "I just want him to come back quickly, even if he doesn't hang around anymore, he will occasionally come out to make a fool of himself." Soaking is also good."

Yan Yong was also silent.

……

The third anniversary is just at night, and it is still a familiar channel and a familiar person.

After angrily tearing up with Yue Xia's fans on Weibo and mocking the "Thousand Mountain Snow" crew several times with porridge, Yan Yong saw that the time was almost up, so he changed his account and entered YY, and put on his earphones.

"We love you" and "Waiting for your return" are written row after row on the screen, as well as familiar flowers and hearts, chattering discussions from girls and men, and even a buddy from Northeast China pulling a broken gong The song "The Moon Represents My Heart" came from the throat, which attracted a lot of laughter and applause.

Yan Yong laughed when he heard that.

"Hey, it's quite lively, is everyone here?" Not long after, Baiyue's voice rang out, still full of energy, "We'll start in 2 minutes, everyone consciously keep quiet for a while. "

"Oh, I'm so envious of Stupid Er, his YY activities are always so lively, and I was kicked out of the line several times just now!" Immediately after that, it was Brother Pickle, who opened his mouth with a nickname that only he could call, attracting There were a few excited and suppressed screams, and of course more people chose to swipe on the screen.

You are stupid, and your stupidity can circle the universe three times if you stretch it into a thread.Yan Yong pursed his lips and complained in his heart.

"Brother Xiancai came early too." You San's clear voice followed, "By the way, where is Miss Porridge? Aren't you two inseparable?"

"Porridge is fighting against the fans under the moon. There is no strong opponent. It should come soon."

"Miss Porridge is still so powerful..."

Listening to a bunch of acquaintances in YY talking about their daily life, Yan Yong's heart softened.He rested his chin and looked at the emoticons and chat records posted by fans on the screen, and suddenly felt that it was good to participate in activities related to him from the perspective of a bystander.Screen-snooping is a bit cheesy, but that's beside the point.

The important thing is that when he looks at his friends and fans from another angle, he can see more different things.

Thinking wildly, the activity began.Yan Yong also withdrew his thoughts and quietly watched their carnival.

Whether it's a bad friend who shows off his painting skills, a fan group member who is incomplete and can't stop singing, or an old fan who expresses his love quietly in plain language, and the videos and congratulatory pictures are full of memories and warmth. .

Yan Yong looked at it, and remembered the time when he first joined the circle and entertained himself with a few fans, the time when he became a little bit famous and became popular in the circle, and he remembered fighting wits with black fans The days when fighting bravely and stepping on each other.I also remembered the first fan gift I received, a rough pencil drawing, which is still kept in a box in the corner of the drawer, like a witness to his growth.

Three years, neither long nor short, is enough to enter a person's life.He exchanged his arrogant care and awkward sincerity for a lot of straightforward care and direct sincerity, and the fans who gave him these also walked into his life.

"You asked me how deeply I love you, how much I love you..."

"My love is true, my love is true, the moon represents my heart..."

You San's deep singing voice echoed in the earphones, as if a switch was pressed, and everyone else sang along, no matter whether they sang well or not, even a few children who were too young to have heard the song hummed intermittently.

"A gentle kiss has already touched my heart..."

"A deep love that makes me miss to this day..."

The irregular chorus, accompanied by imperceptible choking, is like the rough annual rings in the tree trunk, engraved on Yan Yong's heart round by round, sentence by sentence.He knew that he couldn't listen any longer, otherwise the black belly would not be able to hold back.But his hands rested on the earphones for a long time, but he was reluctant to take them off.

"You asked me how much I love you..."

Just as everyone was singing seriously, a picture suddenly popped up on the screen.

A group of cute little people surrounded a boy who was sleeping with his body wrapped around a pen, and there were large deep and shallow shadows around him that were about to erode him, but they were blocked by the little people next to him, and did not affect him at all. Let him sleep peacefully.Behind those little figures, there are many figures running towards the boy with little hands outstretched. The warm light in the center of the picture is in stark contrast to the darkness at the four corners, setting off and highlighting the areas shrouded in light.

At first they thought it was a congratulatory picture from fans, but they thought it was very heartwarming.Of course they all understood who the boy sleeping in the middle was referring to, and who were around to protect the boy from being hurt by the darkness, so they all smiled knowingly.

But when they want to right-click to save, their eyes follow the mouse down, and a small logo comes into view, which makes them feel like being struck by lightning.

A black dung fork wielding imp.

That is not only Yan Yong's online avatar, but also his exclusive mark as a painter.Best of all, this mark was unanimously chosen by all the fans who know it all too well.

——Is it a painting of a male god?

A weak question and reply popped up under the picture, just like their excited and nervous mood at this time.

"Yes, is it a male god?" You San said in a hoarse voice, with a bit of caution in his lowered voice.

"It seems to be..." Baiyue could hardly control the volume.

"Really are……"

"It's a male god!..."

In front of the computer, You San felt his eyes burning.

They were excited, screaming on their lips, and suddenly another link popped up, and the link was sent by an ID that they had never seen before.They were very surprised. They thought it was an advertisement, and they were afraid that it was sent by the male god's trumpet, so they clicked in one after another.

There is a log-colored page hidden behind the link.

Looking at the WordArt floating on the page, they all burst into earth-shattering screams, accompanied by laughter and uncontrollable sobs.

——Wait for the Emperor to come back.

Before the screams sounded, Yan Yong took off the earphones.Leaning against the table, he lowered his head and smiled faintly.