The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

"I didn't plagiarize, I didn't..."

Putting his hands into his hair and scratching his head in pain, Tan Xiao whimpered and growled like a lone wolf in the forest who was rejected by the group.

Outside the study door, hearing Tan Xiao's deep voice, Lin Weiwei's eyes hurt slightly.

Before the age of 35, Tan Xiao, the Lin family only saw him on TV. They were amazed that there was finally a jewelry design master recognized by the world in China. Lin Qiren even jokingly told his wife that when he got rich in the future, he would definitely give She ordered a set of jewelry from Tan Xiao.

But it didn't take long for the news of Tan Xiao's plagiarism to break out.

On the way back from the company, Lin Qiren saw Tan Xiao who was kicked out of the gate by the teller in the mall.

At that time, Tan Xiao was sloppy and full of stubble, like a homeless man who had been wandering for a long time, but the powerlessness and despair in his words, "I can really design jewelry, I didn't plagiarize", Lin Qiren stopped in his tracks.

Lin Qiren didn't know why he believed that Tan Xiao didn't plagiarize.

It was just a trace of pity and pity that made him bring the downcast Tan Xiao home.

And Lin Qiren's trust became Tan Xiao's last straw.

He did not hesitate to buy the villa next door to Lin Qiren. In the following years, Tan Xiao kept drawing design drawings and submitting manuscripts.

All the enthusiasm was extinguished by the rejected emails in the mailbox. Three years later, five members of the Lin family died in the fire, and Tan Xiao was completely forgotten.

In this world, there will never be anyone who encourages him like Lin Qiren, saying that I believe you didn't plagiarize, you will definitely be able to.

There is no one else like that young girl who looked at him with bright eyebrows and said, "Second Uncle, it would be great if I knew you earlier, so that I can be your apprentice, and you don't have to worry about no one inheriting your mantle." ".

nothing, nothing...

"Respect for art? Fuck respect..."

Tear off the bow tie fiercely and throw it far away, Tan Xiao shouted sharply: "I respect art, but does art respect me? People don't let me down and I don't let people down. If people let me down, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Xiao couldn't continue.

Yes, if people fail him, what can he do?

What else could he do but escape like a bereaved dog from a place that suffocated him?

"Second uncle, think about your dream..."

In a daze, a girl's crisp voice sounded outside the door, and Tan Xiao stood up abruptly.

"Second Uncle, there are many things that can be plagiarized in this world. Articles, animations, and movies, as long as they really exist, will always be stolen by some kind of caring people, but talents cannot."

"Your talent, your creativity, and your inspiration can't be stolen. Since you can't steal it, why don't you work hard and prove to the world that you haven't plagiarized?"

The words were soft, but the power in the words was surging. At that moment, some hope arose in Tan Xiao's heart.

"Proof? How to prove it?"

While muttering, Tan Xiao wasn't even sure if Lin Weiwei outside the door could hear him.

"Prove it with your work."

Lin Weiwei said in a deep voice: "Where you fell, you will get up from where you fell. City A is where your dreams start. If so, then start here."

From here, then what?

Go back to that circle step by step?

Looking back at the medals and trophies in the cabinet, Tan Xiao sneered, "So what if I get up? What use are these reputations to me?"

"You don't need fame, but don't you want dignity too?"

Lin Weiwei asked in a low voice.

There was a loud noise in the study, as if the stool had fallen to the ground. The next moment, looking at Tan Xiao who opened the door and stood in front of him with round eyes, Lin Weiwei said softly, "Second Uncle, I will accompany you and take you Let's pick up the dignity of being trampled on, okay?"