Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Zicheng: [Why did Bailuodan put the characters I drew on Weibo?Is this a public relations promotion of Trident? 】

Li Yaoxu: 【No, he reposted it. Have you seen the source of the picture he marked? 】

Song Zicheng hurriedly clicked on the first Weibo account, and when he saw it, he was stunned.

How could there be someone on this account?

Song Zicheng: [Someone stole my drawing, and also stole the Weibo account that first published my design drawing]

Li Yaoxu: [How do you know that account was stolen? 】

Song Zicheng: [Of course I know, this person is my fan, I helped her draw a cartoon head before]

Li Yaoxu: [Then you should contact her quickly and ask her to log back into her account to see what's going on]

Song Zicheng felt sad for a while, and he replied after a while: [I can't, she's gone]

Li Yaoxu: [Where did she go, can't she go online?]

Song Zicheng: [She got sick and passed away a year ago]

Lai Yaoxu: […]

Li Yaoxu: [Those people are really scum! 】

Song Zicheng felt very sad.I remember that when Song Zicheng was in high school and moved to the school dormitory, he had a lot of time. When he had nothing to do, he would copy some portraits of people or do some simple life drawing exercises, and then post them on Weibo.

One day, the girl found him.

She said that she was ill and was bedridden all day long. She had no friends around her, no one to talk to, and was always lonely. After seeing Song Zicheng’s paintings and shared small emotions, she felt better, so she hoped that Song Zicheng could help her draw A head portrait.

Song Zicheng agreed, and after the profile picture was drawn, he sent it to the girl, but the picture he sent was always displayed as unread, until later, when the picture expired, no one accepted it.

Song Zicheng once searched through this girl's Weibo, only to find out after seeing the information in it, this girl is also from City A, and even went to the same middle school as him, but she is two years younger than him, so he went back to the school's forum, I searched everywhere for news about the girl, and finally found the hospital where the girl was staying, but at that time, she was no longer there.

At the age of the flower season, I left on a day full of flower fragrance.

Song Zicheng sniffed and replied: [Then what should we do now]

Li Yaoxu: [I'll contact Trident to see what's going on. Think about it, besides us and Trident's employees, who else have you shown your design to?]

Song Zicheng thought about it carefully, and replied: [He Chumo has seen it, although he has not seen Lin Qiao's one, but my paintings are all in the same series and style as other stars]

Li Yaoxu: [Hey Gouzi?What are you showing him for?The design drawing was sent by Lin Qiao's Weibo account. Will this picture be given to Lin Qiao by He Gouzi? 】

After Song Zicheng read this passage, he immediately thought it was impossible, but the next second, he hesitated.

Because Lin Qiao said that He Chumo told him that he had a stomach problem and was admitted to the hospital.

Could it really be He Chumo?But he hadn't seen it before, so how could he know about the design?

home!

Yes, he always messed up the design drawings on the coffee table at home. Could it be that Lin Qiao came here?

Song Zicheng's heart was in a mess.

Li Yaoxu: [I haven't found out the matter yet, don't think about it, I will check this Weibo account and see if I can find out who has stolen it]

Song Zicheng: [OK]

When the class bell rang, Song Zicheng turned off his cell phone and got ready for class.

But half of the class was over, Song Zicheng was sitting in the classroom, but he didn't listen to a word, his mind was in a mess, after thinking for a long time, he still sent a message to Li Yaoxu.

Song Zicheng: [I decided to ask He Chumo]

When He Chumo finished the meetings of various departments, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon. The secretary walked up to him and said, "There is a Mr. Song waiting for you at the front desk, and he has been here for almost an hour."

"Mr. Song?" He Chumo subconsciously thought of Song Zicheng, "What's your name? Is it Song Zicheng?"

"Yes." The secretary replied.

"Let him come up."

"Ok."

He Chumo returned to the office, turned on his phone, and saw the message from Song Zicheng.

At ten forty.

Song Zicheng: 【Are you free now?I have something to ask you]

Song Zicheng: [In?Hey Hey hey? 】

Song Zicheng: [Emoji package of secretly observing]

Song Zicheng: [Emoji package of secretly observing]

Three in a row.

He Chumo: ...

It's exactly eleven o'clock.

Song Zicheng: [I'm at the coffee shop near your company, can you come down? 】

Song Zicheng: 【Are you free?Can I go to your company to find you, I have something urgent]

I checked the call log again, but there was no call. .

Don't call if you are in a hurry?

Just as he was thinking, a familiar figure appeared at the elevator. He Chumo looked over and found that the person who was timid was Song Zicheng.

I saw him standing in front of the elevator, looking left and right, walked back and forth a few steps, then retracted back to the elevator entrance, then took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times, as if typing, a few seconds later, He Chumo's mobile phone beeped.

Song Zicheng: [Which office are you in?This place is so big, I dare not wander around]

He Chumo wanted to laugh, Jiang Qing is not here today, he is the only one left on this floor, so he can only "greet him in person".

Walking to the office door, He Chumo knocked on the glass wall of the office and shouted to Song Zicheng, "Here."

Song Zicheng looked towards the source of the sound, "Oh, here we come."

Just a fool.

"What do you want from me?" He Chumo pointed to the sofa in the office, motioned Song Zicheng to sit down, and asked, "Do you want coffee?"

But no one answered.

Looking back, Song Zicheng looked around his office like a country bumpkin entering the city.

Song Zicheng: "Wow, your office is so big."

He Chumo: ...

"Hey, look, if you look down from the window here, you can see the newly built amusement park in City A." Song Zicheng said excitedly while lying in front of the window, pointing to a Ferris wheel in the distance.

He Chumo is helpless, of course he knows this, he looks at it every day, from open spaces to tall buildings, he has been watching.

"Didn't you say you have something to do with me?" He Chumo sat back on his seat, "What's the matter?"

Hearing this, Song Zicheng quickly took out his mobile phone and called up a picture to show He Chumo, which was the new post on Lin Qiao's Weibo.

He Chumo raised his eyebrows and looked at him.