Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

The door of the lounge is not an anti-theft door. Boss Wang is also anxious, using his 300% strength to kick the door open.

The words and the past were all focused on the music. When the inspiration came, they would not sleep, and they would not stop until they wrote the lyrics they wanted to write.

Because of this, the staff around Yanxi knows his habit. After he finishes writing songs, he will wait for him to take a rest and come out of the lounge, especially Wang Bo, who takes good care of Yanxi and treats him as his own son. Too.

He is more valued than anyone else for the rest of his life, but this time he kicked the door just a short time after his sleep?

The staff behind the agent followed the agent, and several staff members who had not seen the agent in this state also panicked: "Boss Wang, what happened?"

Boss Wang had no time to answer. After kicking the door, he went to the bedroom of the back room, which had only one bed.

Mr. Wang kicked the door so loudly that he would hear it even if he slept again. He was sitting on the bed, his head slightly lowered.

Hearing the person coming in, he raised his head slightly, revealing a slightly dark-black eyes, and messy dull hair: "What's wrong?"

He leaned back, looking at Mr. Wang, his voice was lazy and his spirit was obviously weak.

"Are you still asleep?" Mr. Wang hurried to him, "Look at Weibo!"

"What's wrong with Weibo," Yan Xi looked around by the bed, without seeing his cell phone, "My cell phone should be outside."

Mr. Wang looked at him blankly, "If you don't look at Weibo, your father will be scolded to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had a lazy movement.

He looked up suddenly at Boss Wang, his tired face sober, his quilt lifted, and he didn't even take his coat. He ran directly outside to find his cell phone.

The young man who was originally focused on music only suddenly became like this. The staff of several music rooms followed by Mr. Wang was stunned.

But the boss Wang who was so anxious suddenly calmed down. He stretched out his hand and adjusted his messy hair and clothes because of running.

"Boss Wang, what the hell happened? How come you are not in a hurry?" Several people looked at Boss Wang.

Boss Wang turned his head and looked at the interrogator. He suddenly smiled and seemed to be in a good mood: "It's not me who should be in a hurry at the moment, it's the past, the entertainment circle... there will be a big earthquake."

Big earthquake?

What kind of big earthquake will there be?

Mr. Wang can be regarded as a top agent in the entertainment industry, and even the earthquake he said must not be small...

The staff looked at each other, and suddenly remembered the microblog that Mr. Wang said, and all took out their mobile phones and opened the microblog.

Mr. Wang is talking, the phone in his pocket is ringing, it is an unknown number in this city.

He picked up as he went out.

At the end of the mobile phone is the person in Qin Xiuchen's studio. When the phone was picked up, the person who called the studio immediately made a quiet gesture to the person in the studio and spoke very politely: "You Okay, are you Wang Bro? I am a staff member of Qin Yingdi Studio and want to explain to you on Weibo..."

Upon hearing that it was from the Qin Yingdi studio, Mr. Wang Dalian quickly said, "Sorry, did it bother you? Rest assured, I have found the words and past, this matter should be resolved immediately."

Mr. Wang said in an orderly manner, and explained that he was already watching Weibo, and his tone was very polite soon.

After a few more explanations, the two parties hung up.

In Qin Yingdi Studio, the person who contacted Mr. Wang opened the hands-free, and the people sitting around heard it.

"Did I call the wrong phone?" The person holding the mobile phone looked up blankly, even if the boss Wang was not angry as expected, and he was very kind enough to let them not worry.

How it sounds a little weird.

But it is a good thing for Qin Yingdi's studio.

After all, people in the entertainment industry know that words and speeches are not simple. They are all cleaner than Qin Yingdi. No one can pick out the people behind them.

If it is really tough, not only Qin Ran, but Qin Xiuchen will also be pleased.

"I called Emperor Qin Yingdi to inform them about this matter." The staff couldn't figure it out, and didn't even want to, and told the agent directly about it.

M Chau, the agent was relieved after answering the phone, he looked at Qin Xiuchen, "Yen Tianwang said to solve...the relationship between the little niece and Yan Tianwang is too good..."

Can this be believed unconditionally?

The agent looked at Qin Xiuchen and fell into a slight contemplation.

**

On the Beijing side, Yanxi has followed his Weibo to hot search.

The Super Talk Zone has updated a new manuscript——

[Things are happening so much, but King Yan, who has a good relationship with Qin Ran on the show, has never said, what is behind this?

Please look at a few pictures. This is the earliest Qin Ran's plagiarism war broke out after the Beijing Association took part in the assessment. It also slandered a young lady of the Beijing Association.I believe many people do not know about this matter, because a few days after the outbreak, all the videos and photos about Qin Ran on the Internet were deleted by people. I also found a technical brother to find a few pictures at that time.

Why did you delete the assessment video and Qin Ran's photos at that time?The blogger guessed that because of her guilty conscience, she was afraid that someone might find out that she had copied the composition and arrangement of Jiangshanyi God.

Why did the King of Speech not speak?The program said that the relationship between Heavenly King and Qin Ran seems so good, but at this time he said nothing, it should be disgusted, after all, as a friend, he took his friend’s song to participate in the competition...

"I copied it myself. I'm sorry because this song drove others out of the Beijing Association?"

"Why is everyone scolding her? I hope someone will stand up and beat her!"

"..."

After reading this, I didn't speak, and I switched back to the homepage and posted a Weibo--

V Yanxi: There is no plagiarism, the song was originally composed by herself.

After finishing sending, he took the headphones and cut back to listen to Qin Ran's original violin song.

Then he returned to his studio and took out two pieces of paper from a pile of manuscripts according to the age. He sat on the floor for a long time without talking, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"What's wrong?" Boss Wang came over with his mobile phone, feeling a little strange, and couldn't help it.

Yan Xi turned his head back, and he covered his eyes with his hands, "Do you know why "Quiet" never hit the charts, and didn't put it on the album?"

I didn’t wait for Mr. Wang to answer, and my eyes drifted away, "Because she adapted this song once, the first time it was sent to me on July 8th, four years ago, the violin she played in the Beijing Association, This one."

He handed a score to the agent.

"Ten days later, I filled out the words, and she reposted the adapted version of the song, "Quiet." Yan Xi handed another original score to the agent.

Boss Wang is not clear about the relationship between Yanxi and Jiangshanyi. He looked at the two manuscripts in his hand, which were copied by Yanxi by hand. "Quiet...should it be your first dark wind?" "

"She sent it directly to me after the adaptation at that time, and said nothing," Yan Xi turned her eyes out of the window. "Music can't deceive people the most. I guess what she should have experienced at the time, because the adapted "Quiet Silence" "It's just like……"

"Death." Yan Xi turned his gaze back, and a pair of black eyes stared at Mr. Wang.

This song was written by Jiangshanyi, and since then, he has felt that Jiangshanyi is different from the previous one. He has been reluctant to release this song, probably like some kind of Jiangshanyi and Jiangshanyi. Agreement.

Mr. Wang nodded. He sat beside Yan Xi, "I can't really think of it. How old was the Great God at that time, 16?15?"

He couldn't figure out what can be experienced at this age.

Without saying anything, he switched back to the main page of the phone and called Qin Ran.

Over the phone, Qin Ran's voice was as cold as ever, "Say."

"I saw your violin at the Beijing Association, congratulations." Yan Xi spoke softly.

Qin Ran paused for a while, and after about two or three seconds, she leaned against the wall: "Thank you."

Being able to pick up the original tunes four years ago in an exhibition game is tantamount to letting go of the past.

Qin Ran stood in the corridor for a while, looked at the phone for a long while, then smiled and walked back to the laboratory.

I don't know.

Outside the door of the physics lab, Cheng Jun's car stopped here half an hour ago. He didn't get out of the car. He just sat in the driver's seat, lowered his eyebrows, and looked down at the display page of his phone.

"Quiet"

Lyricist: Yanxi

Composer: Jiangshanyi

Arranger: Jiangshanyi