Chapter 4: plagiarism, infatuation, action plan

The plagiarism incident is just the horn of Yuan Cheng's tragic fate.

Baihua Yang came home and listened to Yuan Cheng's desperate cries, held him by the shoulders and whispered, "Cheng, calm down."

Yuan Cheng's red eyes: "Old Yang, you believe me, you have to believe me."

Baihua Yang said, "Of course I believe you."

Yuan Cheng pulled Baihua Yang and asked him over and over again for confirmation, asking him for help: "You watched me write the song, didn't you, and I played it for you, and I still ......"

Baihua Yang gathered Yuan Cheng's hand in her palm and then pressed it against her chest, "I know all about it."

Yuan Cheng shuddered and leaned on the solid warm chest, like a floating duck in the wind finally found a basis.

He listened to the heartbeat that was close at hand, his ears tingling and hot, as if the only place in the world is the safest and most secure.

With the peace of mind to rely on, Yuan Cheng's bloodshot eyes burst into flames, weakly gritting his teeth and saying, "I can't let it go like this, I'm going to sue Huan Tang, I want ......"

Baihua Yang stalled.

He stroked Yuan Cheng's back: "Little Cheng, you are too impulsive now, don't make decisions at such a time."

But Yuan Cheng had no more worries about that.

His migraine was so bad that he had taken two pills before Baihua Yang returned, but they were slow to take effect. The headache and anger made him tremble and sweat: "Why? This is my song, I can't let her steal it and accuse me of-"

Baihua Yang frowned, pushed him away and raised her voice slightly: "Cheng, calm down and listen to me. You can't sue her."

Yuan Cheng opened his mouth wordlessly and looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

Baihua Yang sighed deeply, "...... This thing, Yan Xiao did a bad job."

Baihua Yang's cousin Xiaoyan Yang, who got into the second grade teacher training program in the same city as her cousin a year and a half ago, was entrusted to Baihua Yang's care by the Yang family's third uncle.

She often came to Baihua Yang's house for dinner, and was the first one in Yang's family to know about her cousin's orientation, and had Baihua Yang treat her to several big meals on the pretext of "secrecy.

The Yang family is not bad-looking, Xiaoyan Yang is not ugly, a melon face white and clean. She likes music, she also likes to write some small tunes, published on the Internet, because the words filled in can resonate with the bright and sad young girls, the number of fans also has a small 10,000. This makes her quite proud of herself and boasts of her musical talent.

But Yuan Cheng doesn't really like her.

Every time she came, she always pestered Yuan Cheng to ask him how much a song could sell and whether he had a way to sell songs. Yuan Cheng didn't like to hear this, so every time he would just pass by, Xiaoyan Yang couldn't tell what was high or low, and even pouted and said to Baihua Yang, "Look, cousin, Xiao Cheng has a way at home, but he doesn't help me, it's really boring.

Yan Xiao lives in a four-person dormitory, and the other three girls are all from the city. She also refuses to lag behind, climbing to buy good cosmetics and brand-name clothes.

According to her usage, of course, the money was not enough, so she often asked Baihua Yang to borrow, and Baihua Yang really gave every loan, not once refused, so she did not dare to order meat in the company cafeteria for a month in a row.

Yuan Cheng was heartbroken. That's when he started to learn how to cook.

Yuan Cheng looked at Baihua Yang, confused: "...... What are you talking about?"

Baihua Yang is not without chagrin: "Just now, I just put down your phone, Yan Xiao called. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market.

Yuan Cheng's eyes widened slightly.

Baihua Yang hard: "I was not thinking too much, said yes, you often write some songs, she responded, and continued to take and play. I didn't think she ......"

Yuan Cheng finally understood and said incredulously, "She stole my songs to sell? You just let her steal?"

"You don't have to say it so hard." Baihua Yang helplessly said, "I don't know about this,Yan Xiao ...... she also just like your songs. The company is a very good company to work for, so it's a good idea to try out your songs with your own. The six songs were all sold at once. The "Language Between Hearts" and "Autumn Thoughts" ...... were picked up by Huan Tang."

"'Just like'?" Yuan Cheng's prickly body exploded, "She had asked me what I was going to name my songs, and I told her that one of them I had already thought of was called 'Words Between Hearts'."

He grabbed his phone, pressed the screen to light up and showed Baihua Yang the line on Huan Tang's solo album: "...... Lao Yang I ask you, what is this? She even copied the name? You call this not intentional?"

"...... you have written so many messy songs, have not sent out, she did not think you would take this to submit." Baihua Yang's tone was rare and heavy, reaching out to hold Yuan Cheng's wrist, "Things got so big, she didn't want to. When she called me, she was so scared that she cried."

Yuan Cheng woodenly thought, "What is she crying about.

Baihua Yang said bitterly, "She already knows she's wrong. But she is still young, so you have to allow her to make mistakes, right? If you sue her, how will she behave at school if things get too big? How can I explain in front of my family?"

As if a cold water poured on Yuan Cheng's spine, he grabbed Baihua Yang and whispered in pain: "...... What about me? What about me? How do you want me to be a human being?"

Baihua Yang gently held Yuan Cheng's face: "It's okay, I believe you. Those netizens don't understand the situation, they are just fighting blindly, as long as the Internet connection is unplugged, no one can hurt you."

Yuan Cheng's life has been smooth and smooth, no major events, this is the arrival of the earth is a landslide, his mind has been completely confused, Baihua Yang's certainty of tone shaken him: "...... is it?"

"Yes." Baihua Yang followed her lead, "Think about it, my parents grew up treating Yan Xiao like their own daughter, if our relationship is exposed because of Yan Xiao, Yan Xiao's reputation will be ruined and lawsuits will be filed, how do you want them to accept you?"

Yuan Cheng hugged his head and curled himself up.

"...... why ah." Yuan Cheng murmured, "Why ......"

His ideal, his dream of music, all ruined.

And his lover was so determined to take the side of his family that if he didn't agree to take the blame for Xiaoyan Yang, his future with Baihua Yang would be lost.

Love, ideal, which one should he want?

Baihua Yang was the first person Yuan Cheng took to his heart and loved.

Love a person, is to put him carefully in the heart, but also afraid that the heart is not soft enough.

Baihua Yang is very nice, gentle to him, will coax him when his artist's temper flares up, down-to-earth, hardworking, and they get along well in bed.

Yuan Cheng could not give up after a wounding storm, but also bloodily tore open the chest, the person he loved for three years hard to dig out.

...... He couldn't do it.

Yuan Cheng grabbed the hem of Baihua Yang's shirt and asked softly, "How can I write songs with this reputation on my back? Will anyone still want me?"

Baihua Yang heard him loose his mouth and unconsciously let out a big sigh of relief.

He took Yuan Cheng into his arms: "I want you."

...... is not the answer Yuan Cheng wanted.

But this is the only and the best answer he can get at this stage.

Yuan Cheng's company quickly issued a statement, severely reprimanding this egregious plagiarism, and decisively asked Yuan Cheng to terminate his contract, demanding compensation for breach of contract.

At the critical moment, Jian Cheng, Yuan Cheng's elder brother, came rushing in, pointing at his brother's nose and scolding him: " Yuan Cheng, what are you capable of? So big a deal did not contact the family? If you don't want to be named Cheng, you should have said so!"

Yuan Cheng didn't say anything.

His own reputation is rotten, and since he decided to hide it, he has to hide it even from his family a piece.

Big brother scolded him, for him to lose money, and spend money on the Internet to delete posts, but not relieved, but also personally on the battle with people scolding.

Huan Tang's company didn't give up on the unsolicited heat, either. He is a famous Huan Tang fan who sent six or seven tweets a day, chasing after Yuan Cheng and mocking him.

One of the tweets said, "The plagiarism dog should now be afraid to shrink in the nest and shiver [dog head] [dog head] [dog head]."

At the bottom, there was a frenzy of Huan Tang fans, with obscene and disgusting language.

Yuan Cheng is really scared. He turned off the private message, turned off the phone, confined himself, Baihua Yang again patient, after all, is just working, not so much time every day with him.

Yuan Cheng thought, after a while, he would be fine, and after this period, he could come back again.

But later, Yuan Cheng found that he could not write songs anymore, he could not even touch the piano, even when he pressed the keys, he would think of the piano intro of "The Language Between Hearts" which he had carefully written, his heart would palpitate and his hands would shake, and he could not play a complete song at all.

After many attempts, he clenched his fists and slammed them on the piano.

The piano emits two moans, one high and one low.

When I was in college, Yuan Cheng, a genius who could play as an orchestra, couldn't even play "Ode to Joy" anymore.

That day, he broke down and cried for a long time.

Baihua Yang came back and hugged him to comfort him: "If you can't write, you can't write, I'll support you."

Baihua Yang has always been so gentle, as if Yuan Cheng is not going through any great event, he will carry on with him.

But Yuan Cheng's situation was getting worse and worse.

He often sits by his bed all day, not knowing what to do; even the slightest ray of sunlight scares him; he is anorexic for long periods of time and occasionally overeats; he often forgets where he put his keys and wallet, and the sticky notes on his desk have not been updated for a long time.

He knew he was sick and could confide in Baihua Yang, who would only reply, "You're in a bad mood, just go out more.

After more than three months, Jian Cheng, who had a big fight with his brother, couldn't hold back and sneaked out to see him.

Jian Cheng was shocked to see his brother, who had lost so much weight that he had to go to a psychiatrist.

Jian Cheng put the results of his moderate depression diagnosis in front of the Cheng parents' eyes, and Cheng's mother immediately burst into tears.

When his son turned out to be like this, Cheng's father immediately tried to contact Baihua Yang's parents, intending to ask them what they thought.

It was not until they met with the shocked Yang parents that the Cheng parents learned that Baihua Yang had never mentioned to her family that she had been in a relationship with a man for more than three years.

The attitude of Cheng's parents is clear: the domestic environment is not good, and they plan to immigrate Yuan Xiao to a small, quiet town abroad to recuperate, where there is a hospital that specializes in treating depression.

Yuan Xiao is so sick that she cannot leave Baihua Yang, who can go with her, and her work visa or immigration can be solved by the Cheng family.

That small town was in Europe and passed same-sex marriage laws a dozen years ago.

This move by Cheng's parents can be said to have made a huge concession for their son.

Cheng's parents had expected the Yang parents to object and had prepared a bellyful of persuasion, but they agreed the next day after going back to discuss the matter overnight.

Yuan Cheng and Baihua Yang worked together on the immigration process.

In his second year abroad, Yuan Cheng's condition improved and he could play the piano. When he sat on the piano chair again, he smiled like a child: "Old Yang, what do you want to hear, I'll play it for you."

That year, they received their marriage license and had a simple wedding at the church.

By the third year, Baihua Yang's career had taken off and she offered to immigrate her parents, which Yuan Cheng agreed to do.

In his fourth year, Baihua Yang was getting busier and busier. When Yuan Cheng came home one day, he found that the shirt he was wearing was not the one he had worn out yesterday.

...... Yuan Cheng is back on his medication.

He did not know how to ask Baihua Yang, and do not want to know the answer, as for the Yang parents, always to him light, not bad, not good, although living under the same roof, but a day can not say two words.

Baihua Yang is too busy, and Yuan Cheng is lonely in a home with two elderly people who can't talk to each other.

He didn't want his parents to worry that he was not doing well, and every time he talked to them on the phone, he had to squeeze out the brightest smile and say, "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

Actually, he wasn't very good.

After the relapse, he always wanted to die, but did not dare to die, afraid to apologize to his parents, afraid of hurting Baihua Yang, so he tried hard to live, trying to get up from the mud puddle.

He is not afraid of being covered in mud and water, he is only afraid of accidentally soiling the people he values.

One day, when Baihua Yang was on vacation, Yuan Cheng planned to drive to the supermarket two kilometers away to buy groceries, and because he forgot his wallet, he went back and accidentally overheard the conversation between Yang's mother and son at the kitchen door.

Yang's mother complained, "You don't know, Cheng is an oil gourd with a sawed mouth, I'm thankful I can say five sentences in two days."

After all these years, Baihua Yang still has the same gentle tone: "Xiao Cheng doesn't like to talk, Mom, don't be angry with him."

Yuan Cheng lowered his head apologetically.

...... In fact, he used to be quite talkative.

With this in mind, he tiptoed to the table to get his wallet, just as soon as he turned around, he heard Yang's mother behind him say, "Our family has already done the immigration visa, when will you leave with him na."

Yuan Cheng : "......"

His neck was so stiff that he couldn't twist it, and he hung his head and stared at the floor in front of his toes, waiting for Baihua Yang's answer.

Baihua Yang is silent.

Yuan Cheng was choked by the silence, suffocating his breath.

Yang's mother said: "and a man together, not to give birth to children, is not a matter. Your father and I lied to our relatives, saying that you are working abroad, everyone praised you for your success. Two days ago your uncle called and asked your father to bring him some foreign cigarettes and wine back, and asked about you, asking if you had found a foreign wife and had a foreign doll. What do you want me to say?

Yuan Cheng was poked by this string of knife-like words and shivered, his stomach tangled up with pain.

He slightly bent over, wrapped his arms around the waist and belly of his Soul into a piece of cardboard, and pressed desperately inside.

"You can afford to be a foreign daughter-in-law." After a long time, Baihua Yang's warm voice resumed, "Some time ago, we have a new girl in our company, a Chinese. I'm fine with her."

While Yang's mother was satisfied, she thought of another trouble: "What are you going to tell Xiao Cheng?"

This time, Baihua Yang was silent even longer.

Yuan Cheng didn't have time to wait for Baihua Yang's answer, but he didn't make it difficult for her for long either.

That night, he slit his wrist with a hobby knife in the piano room.

Therefore, Xiaochi Chi was sincere when he wanted to hit Baihua Yang with his car at the beginning.

Baihua Yang likes Yuan Cheng, but that's all she likes.

Good feeling 72 points, 13 points short of failing, only worth a card, a fireworks.

Xiaochi Chi went home with Baihua Yang.

The city news is playing in the living room, and the sound of Baihua Yang occasionally answers the phone.

Xiaochi Chi changed into her housecoat, went to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and washed the dishes that had accumulated in the sink for two days.

The relaxed Xiaochi Chi always topped a carefree face, standing in front of the dishwashing sink clogged with vegetable scraps, or eyelids lowered, allowing the water to slide down from the long, white fingertips, all lazy and quiet, with an air of nobility, but is a perfect complement to the identity of the young master Cheng.

But his dishwashing technique is exceptionally skilled, not at all like a person who doesn't touch the water with ten fingers.

The system asked him, "You can wash dishes?"

Xiaochi Chi said in all seriousness, "I can also cook."

The system is not convinced, after all, Xiaochi Chi is not very serious when it comes to seriousness.

Because the next moment he inquired with a serious expression, "By the way, is there any rat poison in the warehouse."

The system said flatly, "No."

He is now quite suspicious that Xiaochi Chi is scouting the scene of the crime by being so active in his chores.

Xiaochi Chi said, "I'll just ask."

The system is expressionless: "...... Oh."

Xiaochi Chi suggested, "Can we get some in, it's customer demand."

The system says, "You can't."

Xiaochi Chi said, "Medicine rats."

System: "......" dare ask if that rat is one hundred and thirty or forty pounds, and also surnamed Yang.

The system couldn't help itself: "Mr. Chi, is there a less violent solution?"

"Yes." Xiaochi Chi slowly and methodically wiped the washed dishes with a dry cloth, set them into the dish rack, and finally said something normal, "Tomorrow I'm going to make a trip to meet Yuan Cheng's big brother."