Uncertain age difference

102

Rumors and public opinions have been fermented all afternoon, and it seems that Cheng Xinran's courage has grown up.

Perhaps it was certain that Ning Huang had no evidence in his hands, or maybe he was overwhelmed by the voices of fans on the Internet.

At the beginning, intentionally or unintentionally, he hinted that some guests were playing big names in the show, collude with the show group, and exclude him as a powerful musician.

Four p.m.

Lu Chen sent a message to Ning Huang: "What's for dinner?"

Ning Huang thought for a while and said, "I want to drink crucian carp soup."

After posting, he said, making soup is a bit troublesome, why don't you just eat something.

Lu Chen replied to him with a smile: "No trouble, is crucian carp tofu soup okay?"

Ning Huang posted a little hamster that nodded like a pounding garlic.

His little uncle is tough and rebellious, but his favorite emoji is unexpectedly soft and cute.

Lu Chen arranged work for him.

"Go to the supermarket first and buy tofu. You don't know how to pick fish. I'll buy it on the way back."

"By the way, wearing a mask, there will be an online quarrel today, and you may be recognized if you show your face."

Ning Huang let out a "tss" and said, "Don't take me when you quarrel."

Lu Chen smiled sullenly and said, "Do you still want to drink crucian carp soup?"

Ning Huang wants to drink.

So I cursed and put on my coat, shoes, and mask and went to the supermarket to buy tofu.

When I was buying a tofu, I glanced at my phone and saw that the Internet had already exploded.

First, some unknown fans found Ning Huang's song during the draft, which attracted many people to watch.

At first it was gossip.

"Is it what Ning Huang looked like more than ten years ago? Short hair is so hot."

"His long hair is also responsible for his appearance in the music world, he is really the embryo of a beauty."

"In the early days, he was a lot of face fans, and then the company also arranged for him to be in the idol group, and even arranged for him to shake hands. Ning Huang was dissatisfied, so he shaved his hair and became bald for three full months. You I have never seen..."

As we talked, some people noticed something was wrong.

"He said it was an original song? Isn't this Cheng Xinran's debut song?"

"Did I hear it wrong? There isn't even a subtitle."

"No, take a look at the release time."

——I was even more dumbfounded when I checked, the video was uploaded earlier than Cheng Xinran's audition singing.

"Is this the biggest melon today?"

Immediately afterwards, within 3 minutes, the program team released the footage of the recording scene.

Ning Huang on the stage was wearing a mask and was singing the song Linglong Bashen.

Only clips were played, and even though he was wearing a mask, every sentence of this song was full of emotion, rushing and passionate, as if the notes were rushing into people's ears.

Ning Huang's solemn voice was edited cross-cutting.

He didn't show his face, only that clear and faint voice.

"I wrote the song a long time ago." "At that time, I was still working everywhere. I met all kinds of people, but I couldn't get along well with anyone."

"Linglong Bamian actually thinks that she should be smooth and mature, but she can't do it. It's rare to do it once or twice, but she feels that she is hypocritical."

"The last thing I want is to grow up, because the adults I meet are all terrible... It doesn't matter if they are in their twenties, or they are in their thirties, or they are older..."

At this time, the program team gave Cheng Xinran a shot in spite of their will.

Under the stage, Cheng Xinran's face was pale, and her eyes were cloudy like snakes.

"The song was stolen. It's been almost two months since I saw the show before I knew the truth." Ning Huang said slowly afterward.

"...Do you still hate growing up now?" the director asked.

"I don't hate it anymore, because I didn't become the person I hate." He said.

After a while, I thought about it, and then said: "And for my lord... I also met someone who made me change my mind."

Ning Huang quickly turned off the screen.

The earphones were also taken off.

He remembered that these words were said casually during post-production. After all, they had been chatting for a long time, but who knew they were all cut together, making them feel gross.

This is nothing, don't read it.

Ning Huang glanced at his phone in disgust, and checked the list sent by Lu Chen.

Shallots... the thin ones should be shallots, and the thick ones should be green onions, right?

103

From the very beginning of this video, it was almost clear that the plan was to point at Cheng Xinran for stealing the song.

Due to the complete evidence and quick proof, Cheng Xinran was almost caught off guard.

Until the netizens had proved through technical means that Ning Huang's video was not synthesized, and it was indeed much earlier than Cheng Xinran's, Cheng Xinran still didn't even fart.

Under the supervision of Lu Chen, Ning Huang's studio responded extremely quickly.

A lawyer's letter, requesting the return of the copyright and recovering compensation through one train.

In addition to Linglong Bamian, although the other two songs did not provide singing videos, they provided Ning Huang's drafts at the beginning, and recorded with a tape recorder and sent them to third-party websites, which were short and incomplete.

But these short passages alone are enough to hear the similarity with Cheng Xinran's debut song.

Boss Lu stretched his waist. He was quite satisfied with the work of Ning Huang's team, so he packed his bags and prepared to leave work.

Unexpectedly, an unexpected guest was ushered in.

——Cheng Xinran.

With a pale complexion, he looked around cautiously and confirmed that there were no audio and video recording facilities before sitting down.

Lu Chen sat on the opposite sofa, put his fingers together, and said calmly, "What did you ask me for?"

He is no longer the gentle young man who was ignorant of the world a few years ago. Obviously, his face, appearance, and even his posture and expression have not changed, but he still has an invisible sense of oppression.

Cheng Xinran gritted her teeth and said, "... What other conditions can this matter be resolved?"

Lu Chen didn't speak.

Cheng Xinran bit the bullet and repeated: "I can return the song, but we can discuss the content of the statement between the two parties. Everything is a misunderstanding. You can make a condition."

"I used to be friends with Ning Huang. We can co-create, the statement can be a copyright dispute, and I can provide compensation..."

This is the best way he can think of: to minimize the impact on himself while everything is irreversible.

"Mr. Cheng," Lu Chen interrupted him, "Why don't you talk to Ning Huang about this?"

Cheng Xinran's face turned paler.

—he dared not.

He didn't dare to mention that he and Ning Huang were friends, and he didn't even dare to meet Ning Huang's face.

She also knew that Ning Huang would never agree to him.

"Do you think I might be moved by you for the sake of profit?"

Lu Chen suddenly laughed, as if he thought he was absurd, but also contained some coldness: "Mr. Cheng, instead of talking about these songs with me, you should think about whether you have anything else to worry about."

Cheng Xinran panicked: "...What do you mean?"

"Mr. Cheng, I'm different from Ning Huang." Lu Chen's voice was gentle and harmless, from inside to outside, it was always calm and unwavering, only his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could pierce a person's skin and cut it to the ground. Go inside the bone.

taxes.economic exchanges.Cooperative partner.personal life.

He just looked for the same thing.

The little uncle only remembered those few songs.

And he has a lot more grudges to hold.

Cut open the well-behaved and gentle skin, he said softly.

"Mr. Cheng, I am a businessman."

"——good at settling accounts after autumn."

……

Lu Chen invited away the guests that he hated.

Twenty minutes later than the scheduled time.

Ning Huang's news is still floating on his mobile phone interface.

"What about people?"

"Got off work or not."

"Hey."

The last sentence is:

"Lu Chen, did you get eaten by crucian carp on the way home?"

104

Ning Huang stared at the chat interface where no one replied.

Waited more than 10 minutes.

Finally he couldn't help but want to call and scold him.

A sentence popped up on the screen: "Some things are delayed, so here we are."

——I knew he was unreliable.

With a dark face, Ning Huang looked at the leaderless tofu, scallions, seafood and mushrooms in the shopping cart, thinking that he could only rely on himself.

When he went out, he was still in his favorite style. He was wearing a pitch-black coat with rivets, boots, and jingling chains on his trousers. The temperament of not being close to strangers is still a cold and arrogant air that cannot be concealed, and the two characters of rebellion are written all over his body.

People passing by couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He put down his cell phone, looked around in silence, and after a while, strode forward, turned his head and left.

Walk up to a person.

Little Thorn lowered his head and whispered:

"Auntie, excuse me."

"...how do you pick crucian carp?"