[Korean Entertainment] Male god please flop

"Ah, that ah..."

Feng Jin lay on Liu Yun's lap and let her straighten her hair.

In front of her family and friends, she is not very good at hiding her emotions and expressions on purpose, except when she is angry with her friends, or when there is something to hide, she will pack up her facial expressions and not let others What to see.

When the lyrics were missing that day, although she endured her emotions and went home, she didn't let her emotions settle down, she just kept guessing who touched it, and asked people in the same team, and they all said that she didn't know, so she It's annoying, this is not a supernatural world, can things really disappear?

So when she went back that day, she was still frowning, even thinking about it while eating, Liu Yun saw that her expression was not right, so she asked her what happened, and then Feng Jin told the story, and the family members naturally I also know.

Feng Jin hesitated for a while, but still didn't tell the truth: "I haven't found it, maybe I really don't know where to throw it."

"You, in the future, you should put your things away, and don't throw them away." Liu Yun said helplessly.

In fact, Yu Yongzhen had told her about it before.Asked if she had shown the lyrics to others, Feng Jin said that she wrote it the night before yesterday, and handed it to the teacher the next day.

She didn't understand why the teacher asked her such a question, but she still shook her head firmly.

Later, Yu Yongzhen told Feng Jin that he saw that the lyrics of a certain singer were very similar to what she submitted, as if only a few words were changed.Yu Yongzhen also asked the person where the lyrics came from. The other party said that they were traded on the Internet and posted a solicitation post. Then the other party sent the lyrics to the designated email address. If they were accepted, they would transfer the amount to the other party's bank account. , purchased the ownership of the lyrics.

Although the lyrics are not the best for professional lyricists like them, as the title song in the album, it is still acceptable.

Why does Yu Yongzhen firmly believe that Feng Jin wrote the lyrics instead of her copying someone else's?

This is not without reason, Yu Yongzhen will not believe in one side just because the other party is his student.That's because Feng Jin also handed in a lot of homework later, and he could clearly feel that the style of the lyrics is the same.

Just as the author has his own style in writing, and the products designed by designers have their own style, the lyrics and music created by songwriters naturally have their own style.

Although Feng Jin's lyrics are trying to be mature, they are still a little immature, as if they are clearing away the heavy fog, with vitality and vaguely jerky.

The lyrics that he was asked to arrange but rejected by him were obviously Feng Jin's style.

Because he believed in his own feelings and got along with each other, after gradually getting to know Feng Jin's character, Yu Yongzhen would reject the lyrics as soon as he saw it.

That's why there is such a question.

As for Han Fengjin, when he heard the teacher talking about this matter, he suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, committing a crime.

Most of the lyrics she wrote were realistic and a small part of fantasy were used by others, which made her feel very unclean, as if someone used her own toothbrush.

Although he told his mother that he hadn't found it yet, Feng Jin already had something to suspect in his heart.

After her hair was almost dry, she locked herself in her father's study, turned on the computer, and saw the win2000 logo displayed on the screen, she couldn't help kneading her hands, pressing against each other like loose bones , making a crisp sound of 'Gulagra'.

It's been a long time since she became Han Fengjin.

Feng Jin was a weak hacker in her previous life. She couldn't sing, dance, musical instruments, or literature. She specialized in computing, discrete mathematics, linear algebra, and calculus. These are her strengths.

Feng Jin's ability is not very powerful, but it is enough to deal with ordinary people.

Proficient in the design and maintenance of various software, looking for various system funnels, and then invading the internal database, these are very smooth and ordinary for her to use, after all, she relies on this skill for a living.

But the reason why she is said to be a weak hacker is mainly because, although she is proficient in most of the programming languages ​​and system operations, she is not a specialist. She is typically a low achiever but not high achiever type, but she can earn a stable income. It is not a luxury to travel three or four times a year.

Feng Jin looked at the computer that had already started to log in, tapped the keyboard nimbly, and directly hacked into the data records of the posting website, found the IP address, hacked into the mailbox to find the email, and then followed the sending address of the email. The sender's ip was found.

She looked at the several numbers displayed on it, pursed her lips, and checked the IP address of the home of the person she suspected.

"Sure enough."

Feng Jin couldn't help sneering, she wasn't very surprised to get this result, after all, she already knew who the person spreading the rumors was, but she didn't understand, what's the point of the other party doing this?

Because Jin is in?

Or because of jealousy?

She had talked about Brother Jae Zhong in front of Feng Jin more than once.

Thinking of Jin Zaizhong, Feng Geun's thoughts drifted involuntarily to the football game in the afternoon when Jin Zaizhong left after answering a phone call.

"Sister? What are you doing?"

Han Jing pushed open the door, looked at the expressionless Han Fengjin in front of the computer, and asked.

"It's okay." Han Fengjin shook his head, "Do you want to eat?"

"Enn, come down quickly."

Feng Jin held his younger brother's hand, and looked back at the computer that had been turned off, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Are you still in a bad mood?" After eating, Liu Yun looked at Han Fengjin, who was clearly sitting on the sofa but apparently distracted, and wondered if the other party was worried about her going back.

"No……"

"Don't hide it, go practice the piano and calm down." Liu Yun pushed Feng Jin and pulled them to the side of the grand piano in the middle of the hall.

Mother opened the piano cover, pressed Feng Jin's shoulders lightly with both hands, and sat down on the chair.

"I'll just listen to it. You can play whatever you want. If you don't know what to play, just choose Chopin's etude."

Feng Jin nodded, shrugged her shoulders that had been stiff just now, raised her hand, and spread her slender fingers on the cold keys.

Chopin's etudes, op.10 and op.20, the white fingers quickly passed over the keys, and the crisp sound slowly spread in the space.

Han Jing leaned on his father and looked at the book in his hand. The two men in the family are used to doing things accompanied by the sound of the piano, because they come here almost every day.

At the beginning, the familiar etudes were played over and over again. When Liu Yun wanted Feng Jin to change the tune, she changed it on her own initiative, and all kinds of sad or passionate emotions poured out from her fingers like running water. Quzi, it seems that Feng Jin is really in a bad mood today.

"what……"

Liu Yun let out a soft sound, listening to the unfamiliar tune in her ear, looking at Feng Jin with surprise in her eyes.

Feng Jin didn't know what was wrong with her, she just followed her own mind, and then casually pressed the black and white keys on the keyboard, in a daze, she didn't know what she had done.

"My daughter deserves to be a genius."

Liu Yun looked at Han Fengjin with relief. She thought that after Feng Jin's mind was taken up by other things, she would spend a lot less time on the piano, but she didn't expect that the result was beyond her expectations. .

"what happened?"

Feng Jin, who didn't know why, put down his hand, put it on his thigh, looked at Liu Yun and asked.

Liu Yun sat next to Feng Jin, stretched out her hand to wrap Feng Jin in her arms, and pressed her slender fingers to the keys: "You just played an original song, right?"

As he said that, he reinterpreted the piece that Feng Jin played in a trance just now with a good sound.

Feng Jin listened to the song and felt the sound of 'ding ding dong dong' in her ears, and she was still a little dazed - did she play it herself?

"Don't be dazed, feel it, write down the song, what's the name?"

"First love."

"Ah?" Liu Yun looked at Feng Jin who blurted out his name, her black eyes flickered, "Xiao Jin is..."

"It's called first love."

Feng Jin got up, picked up the blank staff and pencils under the piano chair, concentrated on drawing the tadpoles, and recorded the music played by her mother just now.

Sure enough, human talent has a lot to do with the body, right?Because in the past, she obviously didn't understand this kind of special artistic thing, but now she seems to be born with it, and learning it is effortless.

On the contrary, it was those programming mathematics. She knew how to use them and how to change them, but she didn't understand the reason behind them.

Feng Jin looked at the melody transcribed from memory in his hand, thinking about whether to fill in the lyrics.

"Let me play it again."

Liu Yun took the sheet music from Feng Jin, put it on the piano stand, and played it lightly with her fingers on the keyboard.

Feng Jin couldn't help being in a daze for a while at the sound coming from his ears.

It seems that with her current ability to write lyrics, it will ruin this song.

"I sent your song to my teacher." Liu Yun looked at Feng Jin and asked.

"OK."

Feng Jin nodded with a smile, the slight soreness in her heart was slowly suppressed.

It seemed that after playing that piece of music, the original anxiety in my heart seemed to be calmed down.

She has always been agitated and impetuous by foreign affairs, trying to concentrate on abandoning those things that make her unable to calm down, but the moment of taking a break from her busy schedule comes back to her mind.

After writing this song, it seemed as if the hand that had been holding on to the heart was suddenly released, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a little illusion that the storm was about to hit.