After the sea king wears into the ancient abuse text

This time Yu Yicheng sent him to the door of his house.

Before opening the door, a business card was stuffed in his hand.

"Last time," Yu Yicheng added seeing his resistance,

"Don't rush to refuse."

Xie Qi felt a little uncomfortable.

The man in front of him did show that he knows how to advance and retreat, but when he thinks about it carefully, he has been gradually approaching him.

For example, this is the first time someone has delivered himself to the door at night.

For another example, Yu Yicheng persistently persuaded him to try the training plan of the company behind him.

Of course, that company is indeed a leader in the industry.

"...I remember I said I wanted to open my own studio?"

Self-sufficient, with a little fame, it is enough for him to have fun freely.

There is no need for fierce competition and chasing... He came here, just wanting to continue living the days of his previous life.

"Most of the benchmark figures in the design industry have their own studios." Yu Yicheng rested his right hand on the doorknob, skillfully blocked his way in a relaxed and chatting gesture, "I remember you also said that you wanted to choose projects freely— —”

"At that point, it's not just you choosing the project, they will change their ways to get your response."

Xie Qi was silent.

"I talked too much today." This time Yu Yicheng took the initiative to admit his mistake before he opened his mouth, "I'm sorry... you just think I have an occupational disease."

"Occupational disease? You said you were an amateur—"

As if finally finding an anchor in the silence, Xie Qi raised his voice slightly.

Unexpectedly, Yu Yicheng laughed a little bit.

"A layman in art itself, an expert in art investment." He understated, "I have wanted to tell you since the first time I saw your paintings, if I were still investing, I would definitely find a way to attract you."

"If you said that at the time, I would just have thought you wanted to date me."

He took a step back, almost hitting the door panel,

"And, what do you mean if you are still investing?"

"My previous position." Yu Yicheng didn't seem to want to mention it, "has resigned. However, whether it is me here or my successor, I will pay attention to you."

Xie Qi laughed unconsciously.

"Only by one painting?"

"Just one painting," Yu Yicheng repeated, and then asked, "Isn't that enough?"

For the first time, he carefully examined Xie Qi's expression:

"Or, do you think what you saw at the art exhibition last time, for example, Xu Chi's works, is not enough for you to see his level?"

"What is that?" Sure enough, Xie Qi's heart immediately rose, and his eyes slanted over,

"Brushstrokes, colors, atmosphere... cliché."

It was not enough, he would add another sentence: "That's all he is."

"Then you don't have to doubt my opinion of you." Yu Yicheng laughed softly, and immediately remembered something, and added,

"But now I do want to date you, too."

Xie Qi pricked up his ears:

"I just said I wouldn't talk about—"

"We can discuss and get what we need."

"I won't pretend to be a couple with you in front of your family." He quickly cut off the words of the man opposite, "It's still possible to find someone for you."

"It's not in a hurry." Yu Yicheng turned serious, as if he was discussing an important meeting, "When you finish working for a while...let's discuss it."

"I didn't promise you to discuss this."

It wasn't until half of his body entered the door that Xie Qi muttered.

Yu Yicheng who was supposed to leave immediately responded:

"Yes, you didn't promise me, I was asking you."

The door slammed shut.

The car sped away in the dark.

I don't know if the people in the car noticed the sight of the person standing by the window upstairs.

Xie Qi did stand by the window for a long time.

It's not because Yu Yicheng said he wanted to date him.

But that sentence.

You should show your sharpness.

This sentence hovered in his heart persistently, and he couldn't drive it away.

Long time no hear.

The first person to say that to him made him fall once.

He thought that the fall was not painful, and soon he left all the unhappiness, and found pleasure in the banquet and roses, like a fish in water.

But he hadn't heard such words for a long time.

In fact, his former lover was not stingy with his compliments.

Compliment him for being beautiful, for his inspiration in writing, for his beautiful paintings... just like Rory.

But someone like Yu Yicheng...

Forget it, he doesn't care.

What's wrong with living freely like in the previous life?

He knew very well in his heart that he wanted to open a studio in this industry, which was more than enough for him to continue the noisy life of his previous life.

Why bother to strive for a peak.

He just needs to return to his previous life.

He told himself again before going to sleep.

Then at five o'clock in the morning, he received a message from Wen Ling.

For some reason, Wen Ling was still awake at this time, and still wanted to send him a message.

As for why he was awake too...he didn't want to admit that someone was keeping him awake.

When the news came, he was taking advantage of the morning light by the window to carefully draw pictures related to perfume.

Originally because the inspiration ran away, he had put the painting on hold for a while, only thinking about it occasionally.

Today, I was inexplicably stimulated. Not only could I not fall asleep, but I had to put out the painting and start working hard.

His mind gradually sank to the painting, so when he heard the bell, he just glanced at it.

The sight stopped him.

"What's the matter with this report...you deal with it?"

What Wen Ling gave him was a screenshot of the forum.

When he opened his phone, he also saw his email.

It was the official email of the competition, saying that someone had reported him to have plagiarized in the past and should not have passed the preliminary review.

Of course, it was just a very subtle notice, and I hope he can cooperate with the investigation.

He first replied briefly to Wen Ling: "Fake."

Then he replied an email, expressing his willingness to cooperate.

No more information has been given at the moment, and it is estimated that the specific investigation work will have to wait for a while.

Xie Qi felt nothing in his heart.

I checked the original owner's things before, and the book also said that the original owner would not do such a thing.

On the contrary, Xu Chi did have a plot to frame the original owner afterwards.

Shao Lian helped with the formalities.

Even looking at Shao Lian now...it doesn't look like he can follow Xu Chi in discrediting him.

The plot has changed and he is slowly returning to his former life.

"How did this happen?" Wen Ling was very anxious, "Where are you? How are you doing now?"

"It's nothing." Without lifting his eyelids, he lazily sent out a voice:

"The other side's evidence hasn't come out yet, so why am I in a hurry—I'll go to sleep first."

After speaking, he ignored the other party's reaction, and fell asleep in the light of Xi Wei's morning light.

He was in a deep sleep, but everything on the Internet was boiling.

Before he fully woke up, the phone had already started chattering.

It was his personal account that exploded first.

The painter's account where he posted Rory's miniature before.

At first, it was only sporadic doubts, but after it was discovered that all his previous paintings had been deleted, the unknown person on the other side of the screen seemed to have grasped his criminal evidence and shouted wantonly.

"Isn't this a guilty conscience?"

Followers abound.

He ignored it, ate breakfast quietly, and waited for the official letter.

The letter came quickly, juxtaposing the painting mentioned by the whistleblower with his painting, to the effect that he was expected to provide proof.

The most conspicuous one is the one he sneered at last night.

And the painting of the original body that he smashed and threw away not long ago.

He himself didn't know when he left a picture of this painting.

"How is it?" Wen Ling seemed to pay special attention to him.

"I have a habit of keeping records."

His words made the people on the other side of the screen breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, the timeline of Xu Chi's painting is also recorded in detail step by step on his account.

——I don't know if it was made for Shao Lian to see, but anyway, Shao Lian was very satisfied, and during that time he had often ignored the original body.

Without ambiguity, he directly sorted out his records, sent an email, and quickly posted it to his account.

"Fortunately, you have this habit, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort—how did you have this habit?"

Drawing on paper, every key point is recorded just right.

"...I was bitten by a snake once." Xie Qi was stunned for a while, and then replied to him.

"I haven't heard that you have encountered such a thing?" Plagiarism is not a trivial matter for creators, and Xie Qi's school has a long-standing reputation in the industry. If there is such a thing, it is impossible for Wen Ling not to have heard of it.

"...It was a long time ago, a small matter."

He puts it lightly.

Perhaps the original body kept the records because it cherished Shao Lian so much.He also had this habit in his previous life.

Cultivate this habit... after his fall in the previous life.

Since then, he has never been in love, and only pursues light happiness.

And no lover will tell him that you should show your sharpness.

He's been thinking more about bad things lately - things that he threw into the trash can 800 years ago.

If Yu Yicheng hadn't told him these things...

Yu Yicheng is actually his disaster star, right?

He issued a clarification, but the noise lingered for a long time.

A timeline can explain innocence, but cannot restore muddy water.

By the time he was eating lunch, the internet gossip had grown to the point where he couldn't love his boyfriend for long, and he was doing the dirty tricks.

As far as the stupid things that the original body had done, they were brought out one by one and joked about.

"Even if you didn't copy it, you're not a normal person."

is not that right.

While chewing the shrimp, he thought casually, how can a normal person bump into the south wall without saying a word, and how can he wish to be attacked and not fight back.

——I remember how the original protagonist in the book endured the attack silently.

And in his previous life...after that incident, he was almost the same as the original owner.

Then I came to my senses and became a normal person again.

normal people.

He chewed the word like a shrimp in his mouth.

The phone calls are still coming one by one.

He has indeed made a lot of friends these days, unlike the original body in the book where no one cares about him.

The first is Shao Lian.

There is no difference between whether this person was beaten or not. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say anything good.

"Did Xu Chi save your life when you were a child?" He ignored Shao Lian's nagging, and only snorted coldly.

The other party obviously couldn't answer.

It's normal not to be able to answer, he thought casually.

Ask the original body and the previous self to answer why they were so obsessed with ghosts at that time, but they can't answer.

But when Shao Lian hesitated to promise that he would watch Xu Chi closely, he still laughed out loud:

"I have lived for so many years. I have only seen the owner watch the dog. I have never heard that the dog can watch the owner closely, unless the person is disabled."

"Don't be angry, I'll clarify for you—I know your drawing is good—"

"Anyone with eyes knows it. You don't need to say it."

He hung up the phone with a snap.

Shao Lian probably did not help Xu Chi with this matter, but he had to cover it up for him.

Rory also hastily sent him a message.

It is said that his mother is the relevant party, and he is not good at helping publicly, but he can do something for him in private.

Like chatting with him or something.

This is a very tacit and standard response.

Like those lovers in his previous life, they were not shy about everything on weekdays, and they chose to separate each other when they came to the workplace.

If the relationship is better, I will come to accompany him in private.

This is an unspoken practice.

"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart."

He also continued the style of his previous life and politely declined.

The last one is Yu Yicheng.

His call came very late.

Xie Qi complained in his heart before connecting.

Even Rory knew to message him early.

Yesterday I was talking about discussing with him... what else to discuss, it's not right at all.

But in any case, his voice was quite lilting when he answered the phone.

"Yu Yicheng?" He no longer called Mr. Yu.

"I checked the progress for you." There was a little tiredness hidden in Yu Yicheng's voice, which he caught,

"Your innocence has been confirmed by the committee, but now online—you don't want to read those things."

"I saw it," he insisted on saying, "what's the big deal?"

"Don't force yourself," Yu Yicheng said in a low voice, "Don't waste your time on this."

"In the future, if you sign with our company...we will settle all this for you."

"But I didn't sign it, so I can't count on you—you." He draws his voice, a little reluctantly.

"I can't call the company team."

Yu Yicheng's voice was still in his ears, and through the phone, there was a gentle feeling:

"I'm thinking about how I can help you."

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading.In a few days, I may revise a little like the previous article.