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The reason why Swordsman Love Online Edition III has become the trend-setting work in the current online games and has stood for many years is the huge fan derivative works.

The game producers are naturally happy to hear this. Every anniversary, the official will cooperate with major websites to hold a series of competitions for the works of Jian Wang Sanren. The peak period for music producers to release related works.

In the past few days, the newly released "Buddha Show" theme drama song "Cloud Sleeve Dance Jialan" has continuously occupied the user's homepage in the form of audio and video.The story of this work is poignant, the style of music is graceful and sad, and it is sung by a great singer with many fans, which has attracted great popularity from "Buddha Show" fans.

The only regret is that the production quality of the promotional video is relatively mediocre, as if it was flawed, and people often mention that they want to improve it.

The planning of "Cloud Sleeve Dance Jialan" is very friendly. I promised that the production of the work has just started, and the preview will come first, because I can't hold back the excitement of finally finishing the script. When the work is completed, I will definitely let everyone see and invite another An excellent work by a video master.

Just when everyone was still calling for friends to watch the promotional trailer of this new work, a news suddenly came out-"Cloud Sleeve Dance Jialan" plagiarized other people's scripts, and the original drama was adapted from a true story with authorization. Some people did not say anything, but the hero of the story even came out to confirm it himself, pointing out that "Cloud Sleeve Dance Jialan" is pure plagiarism and deceiving the world.

"Xiaoqing, what's going on?"

When Chang Xiaoqing saw this sentence sent by her predecessor, she just wanted to sneer, and directly yelled at her: "What's going on? I still want to ask you, the Buddha show drama song you made and my baa show radio script The whole plot is the same, I ask you, now I want to tell me, do you not remember that you have read my Baa show script?"

"Xiaoqing, that's not what I said. I have already shown the script to others to read. If you suddenly stop doing it and want to withdraw it, I can't explain it to him. He is such a well-known master in the circle. , our small film crew, and we want to ask others to take us to make more things. I can’t afford to offend you. Tell that Taoist priest for me to cancel the message, okay?"

Chang Xiaoqing was amused, "Are you thicker than the city wall?"

"We have known each other for such a long time, for the sake of friendship, please help me."

"Sorry, I have no friendship with a brazen person like you."

Chang Xiaoqing saved the screenshot of the chat record, blocked and deleted the planner, and then sent the screenshot of the chat record to Weibo.

The planning was brought over by relatives and friends Aite, who left a message on Chang Xiaoqing's Weibo: "Xiaoqing, relatives and friends for many years, I didn't expect you to do such a great job."

Chang Xiaoqing forwarded this testimony to his Weibo, and replied with one word: "Get lost."

After a while, Chang Xiaoqing changed his nickname to "Hengfeng", and the head of the penguin with "Pinggu" written in calligraphy flashed, Chang Xiaoqing clicked to check it.

"I saw your Weibo, well done!"

The depression in Chang Xiaoqing's heart was swept away, and she typed back with a smile: "Where is it, the little girl's skills are not one ten thousandth as good as yours. How dare you think of writing an 818 post to prove plagiarism? Where did you find the video recorded by Dao Chang and Sister Xiu's accounts?"

The other party's answer was what Chang Xiaoqing expected: "The Taoist chief is my account, sister Xiu uses my younger sister's account."

Chang Xiaoqing intentionally teased him, "Wow, are you really the dungeon commander?"

"What do you think? I can't find a hundred or eighty extras to accompany me to write the book, can I?"

Chang Xiaoqing rolled her eyes, and typed with a smile: "The Taoist priest with such a nice voice like yours, there must be many girls who like it?"

"As the so-called 'fetal' empty sword intent, the world is invincible. My love is the night talk egret. Ha... ha..."

"Hey, which district are you playing games in?" Chang Xiaoqing reported her district server, planning to tell him that she is Ye Xueqing.

Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't follow the routine again: "I won't play anymore, it doesn't matter which district I'm in."

Chang Xiaoqing was a little helpless, feeling that after she knew that the other party was Hengfeng, she didn't tell him that she was Ye Xueqing, as if deliberately concealing it, her heart couldn't be realized, so she sighed, "It's a pity, I still think about it in the future Follow Big Brother Liang Heng!"

"Don't call it that."

"Isn't it okay to call in private?"

"Do you want me to regret revealing my real name for a second?"

Chang Xiaoqing sent a hamster winking emoji, "Well, do you really regret it?"

"Forget it, it's been exposed, and it's useless to regret it. When will you have the operation?"

Chang Xiaoqing's fingers paused, and he landed a space on the keyboard, then touched his nose, and typed lightly: "I'm going to the hospital tomorrow. You should practice your sense of drama, and I'll write a new script for you when I come back!"

"Okay, I wish you a successful operation."

Chang Xiaoqing was in a daze for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she clicked on the simple video Liang Heng made with a game recording program.

That day, she had just been picked up from the train station, and she didn't have time to make up for it, so she was dragged by Liang Heng, and quickly followed the twists and turns of the script, and wrote a post, telling with true feelings about a Taoist priest who met when he was Xiaobai. An old player of Qixiu, fell in love with Qixiu later, but learned that the player of Qixiu was seriously ill and died soon.Afterwards, Qixiu died of a failed operation. The Taoist priest felt so sad and told the story to his relatives and friends.

And Tao Chang's relatives and friends happen to be Chang Xiaoqing, the screenwriter.

Hence the story.

Even though Chang Xiaoqing knew that the above incidents were pure nonsense and she edited the story herself, she still couldn't help but be attracted by the video.

At the beginning of the video, the icon of Jianwangsan was gradually transformed into an ink style.

I only heard Liang Heng's voice read softly: "Right now, I can only pretend that you are still here."

Immediately, water drops fell between the brush and ink, and gradually dispersed. Outside the gate of Chunyang Palace, the Taoist priest walked down the mountain step by step.

"Hey, the Lantern Festival will be in a few days. Would you still like to come and watch me dance? Well, if you feel unhappy, it doesn't matter if you don't come. There are many people who want to watch my girl dance, and you are not missing! "

"Girl, don't worry. Since I have promised, I will definitely attend the appointment on time."

"Really?"

"Of course there will be no fakes."

"Hee hee, then it's settled, you must come when the time comes!"

On the drum stage of Qixiufang, a girl from Qixiu in full costume danced lightly, and the Taoist priest stood silently among the crowd.

Chang Xiaoqing couldn't help but leaned forward and patted Daochang on the shoulder, "Hey, have you seen Hengfeng?"

"It's Miss Ye." The white-clothed Taoist from Chang Xiaoqing's pen bowed his head, then pointed behind her, "Hengfeng is right there."

Chang Xiaoqing turned her head and saw that the man was wearing a sword tea suit, his long black hair was tied behind his head, and he was carrying a Night Talking Egret on his back. He was standing in a dimly lit place. , There is always a three-point smile in the voice.

"Er Qing is here."

Chang Xiaoqing opened her eyes, and in front of her was a pure white ceiling, with the noise of children ringing in her ears, the effect of the anesthetic was fading, and the wound left by the operation was so painful that it seemed to cut her in half.

She tried to prop up her upper body, but when her neck stood upright, she felt a splitting headache, and a muffled groan stuck in her throat.

Chang Xiaoqing lay back, let out a heavy breath, covered her eyes with her hands, and thought: "Oh, Aqi is right, I like him."

The door of the ward was open all the year round, footsteps could be heard in the corridor from time to time, Chang Xiaoqing was immersed in her own world, and didn't care about the sounds from outside.Mother should be back soon, and she plans to sleep for a while to get through the most painful period after the operation.

"Well, are you awake?"

Chang Xiaoqing froze, almost doubting that she was still in a dream, and took off her hand suddenly.The young man walked from the door to the hospital bed, as if he had walked out of Chang Xiaoqing's dream, wearing a pair of glasses, with a gentle face and a shy smile.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Chang Xiaoqing struggled to find her voice: "Liang...Heng?"

The corner of Liang Heng's mouth curled up, and he naturally pulled a chair over. After sitting down, he said, "Should I call you Ye Xueqing, or Xiaoqing? My lord screenwriter."

"Pfft..." Chang Xiaoqing laughed so hard that she got a headache, covered her head, and still wanted to laugh, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Liang Heng raised his eyebrows, "It shouldn't be a dream to have a headache like this."

"Well, what the leader said is very reasonable." Chang Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and said, "Then let me introduce you formally. My name is Chang Xiaoqing, and I am the screenwriter Qing and Ye Xueqing."

Liang Heng squinted his eyes and looked at her for a while, Chang Xiaoqing wondered, "What's wrong?"

Liang Hengdao: "You seem to be much more normal when you speak."

Chang Xiaoqing was stunned and stumbled, "He and they all said that, but I didn't feel it myself."

"Well, how many more operations are there?" Liang Heng rolled up his shirt sleeves, took out the freshly washed apples from the plate and began to peel them.

"I've done it twice, and there are two more, but I can't even sit up now. I really wonder if I'm going to lie down for the rest of my life. Then I'm going to be in love with the ceiling for the rest of my life!"

Liang Heng's hands paused, and the apple peel, which had been intact all along, broke. He pushed his glasses, picked up the broken peel and threw it into the trash can, and began to peel it leisurely again. At the same time, he said, "What did the doctor say?"

"They said that this kind of situation has happened before, and it should be fine after this course of treatment is completed. However, it is really difficult to even eat, and it is too annoying to have to lie down every day. I feel like I have gained a lot of weight. Circle! Why are you here at this hour? I'm so ugly!"

"Fortunately."

"Ah?" Chang Xiaoqing was greatly shocked, "You mean I'm really ugly?"

Liang Heng looked at her innocently, "I didn't say that. Well, our second lady is the most handsome in the world, eat an apple."

Chang Xiaoqing pointed to her head, which means—the baby has a headache and can't get up.

Liang Heng cut the apple into pieces and handed it to her. Chang Xiaoqing wanted to reach out to take it, but was slapped away by Liang Heng, "Have you washed your hands?"

Chang Xiaoqing's ears felt hot, but he didn't delay. He ate it directly with his hands. Liang Heng realized this, shrank back awkwardly, and his ears were obviously red.

Chang Xiaoqing said: "There is a towel over there, you can help me soak some water and let me wipe my hands."

"Oh." Liang Hengru got the amnesty, grabbed the towel and went into the toilet.

Chang Xiaoqing licked the corner of her mouth, thinking: This person is a bit funny!

When Liang Heng came out, Chang Xiaoqing ate the apple he had cut, and said, "Where's my mother? She never leaves her. How can she rest assured that I will be handed over to you? Haven't you ever thought about what if you are a bad person?"

Liang Heng looked at her helplessly, and said, "Before I came, I called your mother on the phone. She called your mobile phone, and she answered it. She told me the ward number."

"Didn't she say, 'Come on, don't bother'?"

Liang Heng raised his eyebrows, "I'm here to do some business, so I stopped by to take a look. I was already at the hospital gate when I called."

"Well, that's it." The corners of Chang Xiaoqing's mouth curled up a little, "Hey, since when did you suspect that the screenwriter Qing belonged to Ye Xueqing?"

Unexpectedly, Liang Heng looked innocent, "I don't doubt it."

"what?"

Liang Heng said: "I didn't think about Ye Xueqing at all until you spoke just now."

Chang Xiaoqing said in a daze, "Is my voice so recognizable?"

"Yeah." The afternoon sun flooded the room, and a little reflection fell on the edge of Liang Heng's frame. The man lowered his eyebrows, staring at Chang Xiaoqing on the hospital bed, and said, "Your voice is very nice."

Chang Xiaoqing was stunned, and came back to her senses after a while, her face was slightly hot, she turned her gaze, scratched the back of her neck, and felt a silly smile on her face, "It's the first time someone said that."

Liang Heng smiled and said, "Then they really have no vision."

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