Reborn ghost superstar

At that time, Jiang Feng's mind suddenly went blank.He was holding the mobile phone in his hand in a daze, and felt that the small bold characters on the screen were like meaningless graphics, which could be reflected in his eyes, but could not transmit semantic signals to his brain.

But even if he didn't want to, he could still make out the two cover photos composed of colors and graphics.

The first photo was taken when he was singing "Sleepsong" on the stage of Jusheng in China.The photographer took a picture of his left three-quarter profile. In the photo, he closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked extremely intoxicated and focused.

The second one is of a complete stranger.The man is sitting sideways in front of a grand piano. He has a slightly fat body, a round face and short hair, and he is smiling enthusiastically. At first glance, it is just a most everyday photo of an ordinary person who has no camera sense.

However, the facial features and appearance, the long and strong fingers supporting the piano cover, and the inexplicable aura on his body were all sending the same signal to Jiang Feng.

He was indeed wrong.This person is the little boss.

"Impossible...Impossible, you are lying to me! I must be drunk, and now I am not right..."

Jiang Feng's arm holding the phone trembled violently.He dropped his phone in a panic, and patted his cheek hard again. The cold water slapped on his face before trickled down his neck and dripped onto his chest along the collar of his shirt. The coolness made him shiver .

The time when he played the band with the little boss in his previous life was his purest pursuit of dreams.That's why he still remembers so clearly until now, every frown and smile of the music partner, the enthusiastic shouting on the stage, and the passionate performance.Those big hands, which are naturally suitable for keyboard music, can easily reach 13 degrees when they are fully opened. The dazzling passages are dazzling, just like the most amazing magic...

Frankly speaking, the fat man in the photo is not like the little boss in Jiang Feng's memory.At that time, the little boss was still very thin. Even an adult with a fixed appearance, once he gained weight, his facial features would change to a large extent.If it was only about appearance, it was obvious that He Jinglin was closer to the person in Jiang Feng's impression.

So, there must be some mistake... He doesn't know who the person in the photo is...

When Jiang Feng thought this way, he realized that he suddenly couldn't remember what the little boss looked like.Those originally incomparably clear memories seemed to be covered with a thick layer of milky white fog, no matter how hard he looked, he could only see some blurred black shadows.

"...I lied to you? Me? Lied to you?" He Shengyu slammed the cognac cup on the coffee table heavily, and the "bang" sound completely stopped Jiang Feng's extremely chaotic thoughts.

"At that time, the pigeon stepped on you and fired yourself, but you found out that "Light" was also copied. It was impossible to argue with anyone. As long as it is exposed, it will hurt both sides. It turns out that your eyes are crooked or something. You just recognized my brother One of the copyright holders. Is there anything more convenient than this? Sure enough, my brother took the bait a little, and you reconciled without stopping, and you signed Yimei obediently, putting yourself under my brother's nose He looked, heh..."

He Shengyu stared deeply at Jiang Feng, gritted his teeth and said, "Am I lying to you, or is He Jinglin lying to you?"

Jiang Feng stood up suddenly, opened his mouth to He Shengyu several times, but couldn't make a sound, and finally just smiled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. He, I... I'm a little tired, I want to go back first, thank you for treating me to a drink today..."

As he said that, he turned around and walked out of the private room door. When he reached the door, He Shengyu caught up and grabbed his arm. "Xiao Feng!"

It was probably because He Shengyu's hand was too strong and the pinch was really painful. When Jiang Feng turned around, tears were already in his eyes, which made He Shengyu stunned for a moment.At that moment, Jiang Feng had already shaken off his hand and walked out quickly.

It was past 10 pm when the recording ended, and after such a turmoil, it was the middle of the night.There are no pedestrians on the road, and there are very few passing cars.Jiang Feng walked slowly by himself under the dim light of the street lamps. His body was covered in cold water and was blown by the night wind. He felt a headache that almost split open.

Once before, I walked on the road in the middle of the night like this.At that time, there was another person driving the car behind him, following with a stern face.

——Am I lying to you, or is He Jinglin lying to you?

Escaping from the small VIP room, the open space outside made Jiang Feng's brain clear up a lot.He thought about the things between himself and He Jinglin bit by bit, only to realize that He Jinglin had never explicitly stated that he was the little boss.

The experience of the two people meeting at first was not pleasant at all.Every word He Jinglin said was cold enough to make him uncomfortable, and he even threatened him by citing drug use.Looking at it now, it seemed that he was eager to force him to reconcile no matter what.

"I don't know where you heard the song "Black Hole", but since you know the song, you should also know who its original author is. This lawsuit can't be won by An Ge himself, but if by If I come forward... what will happen?"

——There was no single word that said that he was the original author of this song, or even that King Chu's lawsuit would be won if he came forward.Everything is to the point, and the rest is left to Jiang Feng to complete by himself.

Probably just like what he thought at first, the song "Ray of Light" is just a product of the private interpretation and utilization of the melody of the Irish whistle after hearing "Black Hole" by people who have nothing to do with Fomalhaut.However, if such a national love song is exposed to a scandal of plagiarism, it will undoubtedly tarnish He Jinglin's flawless resume and the reputation of the entire He family.

So, all this was just a scam to protect the song "Light" and ensure that Jiang Feng would not expose the plagiarism?Later, I saw "Prelude" at He Jinglin's house, the performance of the pipe organ, and the love confession on the night when "One more can" was opened...

...Just to deepen his impression that He Jinglin is the little boss, just acting in a scene?

If so, he had already handed in his hole card from the moment he first saw He Jinglin in Twilight and called out "Little Boss" in a haze.Can you play such a sentence to such an extent, is it really wonderful?

...Why bother?

Originally, he just wanted to reconcile, and he didn't intend to make this matter a big deal. Even if it wasn't for He Jinglin's 26-page contract, he would have given up singing and gone back to study peacefully.

He Jinglin, why are you doing all this...

It took less than half an hour to drive from Twilight to Jiang Feng's house, and it took three to four hours to walk.Jiang Feng was in a trance all the way, and walked down mechanically, but he didn't feel tired. Maybe his brain was too confused to receive the body's signals accurately.

In summer, the sunshine is long, and it is already very bright in the early days. He bought pickled cabbage buns and purple rice porridge from the small breakfast cart that just opened at the gate of the community, and took a sip through a straw. The porridge was still very hot, making his throat ache.

Back home, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time, found the small blue USB flash drive and plugged it into the computer, downloaded a recovery software for accidental deletion and tried to restore it.When I opened it again, the pictures I had seen at Wu Xin's house were all saved in the USB flash drive.He clicked on a few, but the anti-virus software did not indicate that there was a virus.

Jiang Feng sighed for a long time, and sank his whole body into the sofa, finally feeling tired.The legs have long been unconscious, but the heart is very tired.

He curled up on the sofa and lay down for a while, calculating the time for He Jinglin to get up, he took out his mobile phone and called him.

The person on the other side picked up the phone almost immediately, and a man's nice voice came from the microphone: "Xiaofeng, why did you wake up so early? You worked hard on the video recording yesterday, so I thought you would want to sleep in a little bit today."

Jiang Feng was silent for a while, then said softly wearily: "...can't sleep. I miss you, can I fly over to see you?"

"Okay," He Jinglin agreed without any hesitation, "Let Cheng Lu arrange it and give you a few days off to relax. I'm in Guangzhou now, and there are many interesting places here. The only drawback is The weather is too hot. When you come, I will take you to Tao Taoju for morning tea."

From the beginning to the end, He Jinglin didn't say a word about the failure of the game. Jiang Feng's bright tone made Jiang Feng choke up. He took a deep breath and said reluctantly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he remembered what He Jinglin said to him that time.

—You look a lot like someone I used to know.

——That person is the author of "Black Hole", the first person in this world who made me realize that music has the power to touch people's hearts.It was his songs that gave me my own feelings besides the virtual personality of He Shi.

——The thing I regret the most now is not being able to give him a bigger stage when he was still there, so that more people can share the pain and joy I felt in his singing .

——So, just because you know the song "Black Hole" is enough for me.

And before he asked this question, what he said to He Jinglin was:

If you lie and I find out later, I will never forgive you.