I am the white moonlight of the giants who died early

"Yun Qing! Are you listening to what I'm saying?!"

Yun Qingcen held his chin and turned his head. He looked at the man speaking in front of him, showing a puzzled expression.

The man swallowed, a hint of surprise and obsession flashed in his eyes.

He knows that Yunqing looks good. Yunqing has a nearly perfect face, natural slightly curly hair, slightly deeper eye sockets than ordinary people, a straight nose bridge and a thin lip. The expression looked weird again. Of course, when he showed such a puzzled expression, no one could refuse to explain his doubts.

The man's voice softened: "Apologize first, say that you made a mistake, and then sincerely apologize to Su Ming. You also know that you signed the contract. If there is a lawsuit, how much will you pay? Yun Qing , your future is still very long, don't just try to have fun for a while, you apologize, if the big things turn into small things, then it's nothing."

After listening to the man's words, Yun Qingcen combined the memories in his mind that he had just sorted out to piece together the cause and effect.

The owner of his body is named Yun Qing, which is only one letter different from his name, but the fate is completely different.

Yun Qing is an orphan and suffers from serious mental illness. She is reluctant to see people all the year round, hides in her own house, and earns money by writing and selling songs.

In a sense, Yuan Shang is a genius. He doesn't write many songs, but every one of them becomes popular, and the reason why he chooses to end his life in the end is also because of his songs.

Half a year ago, Yuanshen sold a song to Su Ming who had just become popular at the time. He was a person who didn't check his phone, watched TV, and didn't care about the outside world. He lived in the fortress and prison he built for himself.

It wasn't until last week that his condition improved, and when he finally had the courage to go online to look at the finished songs of his songs, he found that the songs he wrote for Su Ming were composed by Su Ming.

The original body who doesn't care about everything, the only thing he cares about is his song, which is his friend, his child, and his only spiritual sustenance.

So the clumsy original body could only post a Weibo, saying that he was the composer and lyricist of this song.

With the help of some people, Yuanzheng's Weibo became a trending topic, and Su Ming's company quickly refuted the rumors, saying that he was framed, that he was a villain who wanted to blackmail, and that he was a villain with a vicious mind.

Numerous abuses came one after another, all-pervasive, his mobile phone number was leaked, and his home address was exposed.

Yuanshen hid at home, but his fortress could no longer protect him. There were always people shouting and cursing outside the door, and someone let dead cats, dogs, and rats outside his door.

The old community has no property and no one to manage it. He has sold so many songs, but he can only get a meager income, and he has nowhere to move.

——He chose to leave this world.

Then Yun Qingcen, who had been dead for ten years, took over the body.

Yun Qingcen held his chin, his eyes drooped, his voice was soft and sad, and there seemed to be a lingering haze around him: "I know, no one will believe what I say."

He turned his head and looked at the man with those pitiful eyes that were shining with tears, as if grasping the last straw: "I, I don't know what I can do, if this can really make this matter If it’s over, I’ll do whatever you say.”

The man swallowed. He tried hard to stand firm, and sighed: "In this society, whoever has money has status, and whoever speaks has weight. Small people like us are all based on other people's faces."

Yun Qingcen lowered his head: "I know, and I also know that you are doing it for my own good. I am alone and no one can be trusted. What can I do if I don't apologize? There are so many poor people waiting in line for donations, and I don't even have the qualifications to line up." No."

He lowered his head and his hair fell naturally. People yearn for the powerful, but they also pity the weak. A tear fell on the back of his hand, and the man pursed his lips.

"It's okay if you didn't sign the contract..." The man's voice was a little hoarse, "There is still room for not signing the contract. If you sign it, it's what people say."

Yun Qingcen raised his head, his eye sockets and nose were a little red, and the fingers of his hands were entangled. He nodded and said as if resigned to his fate: "I will apologize..."

Man: "What about the contract? Take it out and I'll show you, maybe there's a chance."

Yun Qingcen looked at him in confusion, and he bit his lower lip: "I know you can't do anything about it, you also work on salary, what if you lose your job if you get involved? I appreciate your kindness."

The man wiped his hair: "You are too simple, don't lock yourself up at home all the time, watch the news more, take out the contract."

The original body didn't pay much attention to the contract, and always threw it away. Yun Qingcen rummaged through several cabinets according to his memory, and finally found the contract.

There was a stack of contracts, but Yuan Bo didn't read them carefully at all. He was naturally insensitive to such formulaic words. Even if he read them, he couldn't tell the traps in the words.

The man took off his coat and sat on the separate sofa next to him, flipping through the pages.

While the man was looking through the contract, Yun Qingcen went to pour a glass of white water for the man, mixed half of the cold water and hot water, the water temperature was just right, Yun Qingcen tried the water temperature with the back of his hand, and then brought it to the man.

He clenched his hands into fists and put them on his knees, like a primary school student who didn't know what to do.

The man watched for an hour, during which time he called his lawyer friend and asked him for some details.

When he put down the contract and looked at Yun Qingcen again, he saw Yun Qingcen's eyes at the first glance.

Yun Qingcen's pupils are shallower than ordinary people's, and there is a glint of water in his eyes, which are gentle and anxious.

Man: "I've read it, and there's nothing wrong with the contract."

Yun Qingcen's eyes suddenly overflowed with tears, he stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears indiscriminately, as fragile as a fragile doll, probably no one living in an ivory tower is as fragile as him.

What men usually hate most is the same sex crying. What does a man look like crying?

No matter how pitiful a man is crying, he doesn't deserve sympathy, but now he looks at Yun Qingcen, unable to utter a single word of ridicule, instead he resents him for making him cry like this.

A lonely young man, locked himself in a house, painted the ground as a prison, was deceived and bullied, but no one could make decisions for him, he didn't even have a voice channel.

In this world, if you have money, you can turn black and white, and if you have money, you can do whatever you want, but the poor and those without social status, even if they say they are wronged, their mouths are covered.

The man stood up, and there was anger in his eyes: "Don't worry, I don't believe it, there is really no way."

Yun Qingcen suddenly said: "Confidentiality contract... I didn't sign it..."

The man's eyes widened: "Really?"

Yun Qingcen nodded: "I was very busy at that time, and told them that I would send it late, and then they urged me several times. At that time, I... didn't dare to go out, so I dragged it until now."

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth: "That's good!"

The man said: "You don't have to tell the whole truth, leave some room for it, do you have a demo with time stamped in your hand?"

Yun Qingcen: "Yes, but I don't understand, is this useful?"

His original body was a genius, a god-man. In this small house, he could compose, arrange and complete the lyrics. Even the demo is very complete and close to the finished song.

The man said: "Send me the file, and I'll find someone to get it. Don't make a sound. It's best if you don't say anything now."

Yun Qingcen said anxiously: "No, this is my business. What should you do if you help me? I will bear the risk myself. I can't drag you into the water."

The man looked at Yun Qingcen's worried and anxious face, and for some reason, he felt a sense of satisfaction that Yun Qingcen put him in his heart.

He unconsciously lowered his tone: "But you have to be mentally prepared. This will definitely be a protracted battle. Su Ming is very popular, and Zheng Shaowei will escort him. Zheng Shaowei, you know? The prince of the Zheng Group, The best result is that they don't want to make things worse, negotiate with you, compensate you a sum of money, and all this is a misunderstanding."

When Yun Qingcen heard Zheng Shaowei's name, she pursed her lips and said, "I know."

Zheng Shaowei was played around by him back then, even after ten years, he didn't think Zheng Shaowei would make any progress.

Man: "Besides, you and Su Ming look a bit like each other. I guess you won't be able to do things that show your face in the future. The keyboard warriors on the Internet are very vicious."

The man stood up, and he took a picture of every page of the contract into his phone: "I'll ask someone when I get back. If you have anything to do, call me on the phone, and don't go into a corner."

Yun Qingcen stood up awkwardly: "I'll take you out."

He looked at the door with fear, as if it was not a door, but the entrance to hell, and there were countless ghosts waiting for him outside.

Man: "No need to deliver, I know you dare not go out, I will bring you some daily necessities and snacks tomorrow, do you want to buy food?"

Yun Qingcen shook her head: "I'll call the convenience store and ask them to deliver instant noodles."

Man: "...Yun Qing, it is God's blessing that you can live till now."

Yun Qingcen smiled at the man with difficulty.

Although he has the memory of the original body, he can't empathize with the original body. That is the original body's story, not his.

He and the original body are two completely different people.

Yuanshen is not good at socializing, he is good at dancing, Yuanshen is afraid of dealing with people, but he likes to meet all kinds of people.

Yuanshen didn't know how to fight back, didn't know how to protect himself, but he could easily play with people's hearts, those who hated him, those who loathed him, would eventually become his "friends".

The original body has no nostalgia for this world, because he can't keep his most important thing, and can't keep his spiritual sustenance.

And he has no nostalgia for this world, because he thinks this world is very boring, he is not afraid of anything, only boredom.

When the man went out, Yun Qingcen, who was standing in the living room, stopped him in embarrassment: "What's your name?"

He clenched his hands tightly, and his lips pursed into a straight line: "You are a good man... No one has ever helped me, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

The man was taken aback, and he waved his hand, like a hero who draws his sword to help when encountering injustice: "You don't even remember my name, forget it, my name is Zhou Kai, I am willing to help you, and you don't need to pay back."

When Zhou Kai closed the door, he said: "If someone throws animal carcasses at your door again, you should call the police. I will bring a surveillance camera to install the door for you tomorrow."

Yun Qingcen nodded gratefully, and looked at each other like a hero, as if the world was so big that only Zhou Kai was his only hope.

When Zhou Kai closed the door, the outside light was blocked by the security door.

Yun Qingcen lowered his head, and slowly and excitedly smiled.

That smile sips honey and contains poison.

Excited like a hunter who has found his prey.

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