Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

The plagiarism incident was just the beginning of Cheng Yuan's tragic fate.

Yang Baihua returned home, and after hearing Cheng Yuan's desperate cry, he held onto his shoulder and said, "Xiao Cheng, calm down."

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

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

Cheng Yuan pulled Yang Baihua, confirmed with him over and over again, and asked him for help: "You watched me write the song, right? I still play it for you, and I still..."

Yang Baihua put Cheng Yuan's hand in his palm, and pressed it against his chest: "I know all about it."

Trembling, Cheng Yuan leaned against the solid and gentle chest, like duckweed in the wind finally found a support.

He listened to the heartbeat that was close at hand, and the roots of his ears felt numb and hot, as if only here was the safest place in the whole world.

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

Yang Baihua froze for a moment.

He stroked Cheng Yuan's back: "Xiao Cheng, you are too impulsive now, don't make a decision at this time."

But Cheng Yuan couldn't care less about it anymore.

He suffered from severe migraines. Before Yang Baihua came back, he had taken two pills, but the effect of the medicine had not been exerted for a long time.The headache and anger tormented him so much that he was trembling and sweating: "Why? This is my song, I can't let her steal it and frame me—"

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

Cheng Yuan opened his mouth soundlessly, looked at him, and waited for an explanation.

Yang Baihua sighed deeply: "... Xiaoyan has messed up this matter."

Yang Baihua's cousin, Yang Xiaoyan, was admitted to the second teacher's school in the same city as her cousin a year and a half ago, and was entrusted by the third uncle of the Yang family to take care of Yang Baihua.

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

The Yang family is not bad looking, and Yang Xiaoyan is not ugly, she has a fair and clean face.She likes music, and she also likes to write ditties in ditties and publish them on the Internet, because the lyrics she fills in can resonate with bright and sad girls, and she has less than [-] fans.This made her quite proud, calling herself a talented woman.

But Cheng Yuan actually doesn't like her very much.

Every time she came, she always pestered Cheng Yuan to ask him how much a song could sell for, and asked him if he had any outlets to sell songs. Cheng Yuan didn't like to hear this, and every time she prevaricated, Yang Xiaoyan couldn't see the difference between her eyebrows and her eyes. Tell Yang Baihua coquettishly, cousin, look, Brother Xiao Cheng has connections in his family, but he doesn't help me, it's really boring.

Xiaoyan lives in a four-person bed, and the other three girls are all from the city, and she refuses to lag behind, buying cosmetics and branded clothes.

According to how she used it, the money was of course not enough, so she had to ask Yang Baihua to borrow it from time to time, and Yang Baihua would lend it every time, and he never refused. Because of this, she never dared to order meat dishes in the company cafeteria for a month.

Cheng Yuan's heart ached when he saw it.He also started learning to cook at that time.

Cheng Yuan stared blankly at Yang Baihua, and said in confusion, "...What did you say?"

Yang Baihua said annoyedly: "Just now, just after I put down your phone, Xiaoyan called. Do you still remember that when your parents and third sister came to the city last time, you moved out and her cell phone Out of battery, I used my mobile phone to browse Taobao, flipped through it, and accidentally clicked on the demo you wrote. She liked it very much, asked me if you wrote it, and kept praising you. "

Cheng Yuan slightly opened his eyes wide.

Yang Baihua bit the bullet: "I didn't think too much about it at the time. I said yes, you often write some songs. She agreed and continued to play. I didn't expect her..."

Cheng Yuan finally understood, and dared not say anything: "She stole my song to sell? Are you going to let her steal it?"

"Don't speak so harshly." Yang Baihua said helplessly, "I don't know about it, Xiaoyan...she just likes your song. She told me that she was short of money and wanted to earn money by herself, but The songs she wrote were not easy to pitch to the company, so I wanted to try your songs alongside my own. I didn't expect to be hit in the first vote, and all six songs were sold at once. "Words from the Heart" and "Autumn Thoughts"... Tang Huan picked it away."

"'Just like'?" Cheng Yuan's thorns exploded all over his body, "She asked me what I planned to name my songs, and I told her that one of them was already in my mind, and it was called "Whispers from the Heart". "

He grabbed the phone, turned on the screen, and showed Yang Baihua a line on Tang Huan's solo album: "...Old Yang, let me ask you, what is this?! She even copied the name? Did it mean it? "

"...You wrote so many messy songs and didn't post them out. She didn't expect you to contribute this." Yang Baihua's tone was unusually heavy, and he reached out to hold Cheng Yuan's wrist, "It's such a big deal, She didn't want to either. She was scared and cried when I called me."

Cheng Yuan thought stupidly, why is she crying.

Yang Baihua said earnestly: "She already knows that she is wrong. But she is still young, you have to allow her to make mistakes. If you sue her, things will get serious. How will she behave at school? How will I explain it to my family?"

As if a stream of cold water had poured down Cheng Yuan's spine, he grabbed Yang Baihua and murmured in pain, "...What about me? What about me? How do you want me to behave?"

Yang Baihua held Cheng Yuan's face tenderly: "It's okay, I believe you. Those netizens don't understand the situation and are just talking nonsense. As long as you unplug the network cable, no one can hurt you."

Cheng Yuan's life has been smooth and smooth, and he hasn't experienced any major incidents. This time, the earth would crack and landslides would occur. His mind was completely confused. Yang Baihua's firm tone shook him: "...Really?"

"Yes." Yang Baihua was persuasive, "Think about it, my parents loved Xiaoyan as their own daughter since childhood, if our relationship was exposed because of Xiaoyan's affairs, Xiaoyan's reputation would be ruined, and she would be involved in lawsuits, how would you want them to accept it? you?"

Cheng Yuan held his head and curled himself up.

"...Why." Cheng Yuan murmured, "Why..."

His ideals, his musical dreams, were all ruined.

Moreover, his lover was resolutely on the side of his family. If he didn't agree to take care of this matter for Yang Xiaoyan, there would be no future for him and Yang Baihua.

Lover, ideal, which one should he want?

Cheng Yuan has been well-behaved since he was a child, and he has no hobbies other than music. Yang Baihua is the first person Cheng Yuan holds dear in his heart.

To love someone is to keep him carefully in your heart, and you are afraid that your heart is not soft enough.

Yang Baihua was very nice, very gentle to him, would comfort him when his artist temper flared up, he was down-to-earth, hardworking, and the two of them got along very well in bed.

Cheng Yuan couldn't bear to tear his chest open with blood dripping after going through a storm of bone-shattering, and forcefully dig out this person he had loved for three years.

He can't.

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

Hearing that he was relieved, Yang Baihua unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.

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

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

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

Cheng Yuan's company quickly issued a statement, sternly reprimanding this egregious plagiarism, and resolutely asked Cheng Yuan to terminate the contract, asking him to pay liquidated damages.

At the critical moment, Cheng Yuan's elder brother Cheng Jian came angrily, pointed at his younger brother's nose and yelled, "Cheng Yuan, are you capable? Why don't you contact your family after such a serious incident? If you don't plan to be named Cheng, you should say it earlier! "

Cheng Yuan didn't speak.

His reputation is already rotten, and since he decided to hide it, he has to hide it from his family.

The eldest brother scolded him, lost money for him, and spent money to delete posts on the Internet.

Netizens discovered that their comments had been deleted, and they backlashed more and more, and the situation became hotter and hotter. Tang Huan's company did not give up on the popularity of sending them to the door. Wan's online singer-songwriter is the most intense. He is a famous Tang Huan fan, and he posts six or seven Weibo posts a day, chasing Cheng Yuan and mocking him.

One of the microblogs said: "The plagiarism dog should be shivering under the blanket now [狗头] [狗头] [狗头]."

Underneath is a carnival of Tang Huan's fans, with obscene language that makes people sick.

Cheng Yuan was really scared.He closed private messages, closed his cell phone, and locked himself up. No matter how patient Yang Baihua was, he had just started working after all, so he didn't have that much time to spend with him every day.

Cheng Yuan thought, it will be all right after a while, after this time, he can come again.

But later, Cheng Yuan found that he couldn’t write songs anymore, and he couldn’t even touch the piano. Even if he pressed the keys, he would think of the piano prelude he carefully wrote in “Whispers from the Heart”, and his heart palpitations and nausea made his hands tremble, and he couldn’t play it at all. A complete song.

After trying many times, he suddenly clenched his fists and hit the piano.

The piano groaned twice, one high and one low.

When he was in college, Cheng Yuan, a genius who could support an orchestra by himself, couldn't even play "Ode to Joy".

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

After Yang Baihua came back, he hugged him and comforted him: "If you can't write, you can't write. I will support you."

Yang Baihua has always been so gentle, as if what Cheng Yuan experienced wasn't a big deal, and he would carry it through with him.

But Cheng Yuan was getting more and more wrong.

He often sits by the bed for a whole day, not knowing what to do; even a little sunlight will make him afraid; he is anorexic for a long time, and occasionally binge eating; Notes have not been updated for a long time.

He knew he was sick, but he could tell Yang Baihua, he would only answer, you are in a bad mood, just go out for a walk more.

After more than three months, Cheng Jian, who had a big quarrel with his younger brother, couldn't hold back, and secretly ran to see his younger brother.

Seeing his younger brother who was so skinny that he was about to lose his appearance, Cheng Jian was taken aback and dragged him to see a psychiatrist.

Cheng Jian showed the diagnosis and treatment results of moderate depression to Cheng's parents, and Cheng's mother burst into tears immediately.

After his son became like this, Cheng's father immediately tried to get in touch with Yang Baihua's parents, intending to ask them what they thought.

It wasn't until they met the shocked Yang family's parents that the Cheng family's parents knew that Yang Baihua had never mentioned to his family that he had been in love with a man for more than three years.

The attitude of Cheng's parents is very clear: the domestic environment is not good, they plan to immigrate Xiaoyuan to a quiet town abroad to recuperate, where there is a hospital specializing in the treatment of depression.

Xiao Yuan became so sick that he couldn't do without Yang Baihua, Yang Baihua could go with him, and the Cheng family could handle the work visa or immigration.

That small town is in Europe, and the same-sex marriage law was passed more than ten years ago.

It can be said that the Cheng family's parents have made a huge concession for their son.

The parents of the Cheng family thought that the parents of the Yang family would object, and they had prepared a lot of persuasion, but after going back to discuss it all night, they agreed the next day.

Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua did immigration together.

In the second year of going abroad, Cheng Yuan's condition improved and he was able to 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."

This year, they received a marriage certificate and had a simple wedding in the church.

In the third year, Yang Baihua's career improved a lot, and he proposed to apply for immigration for his parents, and Cheng Yuan agreed.

In the fourth year, Yang Baihua became more and more busy.When he came home one day, Cheng Yuan found that the shirt he was wearing was not the one he wore out yesterday.

Cheng Yuan started taking medicine again.

He didn't know how to ask Yang Baihua, and he didn't want to know the answer. As for the Yang family's parents, they always treated him indifferently, neither bad nor good, even though they lived under the same roof, they couldn't say a few words a day.

Yang Baihua was too busy, Cheng Yuan stayed at the home of two elderly people who couldn't speak, and was terribly lonely.

But he didn't want his parents to worry about his bad life. Every time he called his parents, he would put on the brightest smile and say to them: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Actually he is not very good.

After the disease relapsed, he always wanted to die, but he didn't dare to die. He was afraid that he would offend his parents and hurt Yang Baihua. For this reason, he worked hard to live and stand up from the quagmire.

He is not afraid of being muddy all over himself, he is only afraid of accidentally soiling the people he values.

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

Mother Yang complained: "You don't know, Xiao Cheng is just an oil gourd with its mouth sawn off. I'm thankful that I can speak five sentences in two days."

After many years, Yang Baihua still had that gentle tone: "Xiao Cheng doesn't like to talk, Mom, don't be angry with him."

Cheng Yuan lowered his head in embarrassment.

...Actually, he used to be quite talkative.

Thinking of this, he tiptoedly went to the table to get his wallet, and as soon as he turned around, he heard Yang's mother behind him say: "Our family has already completed the immigrant visa, when will you leave him?"

Cheng Yuan: "..."

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

Yang Baihua was silent.

Cheng Yuan seemed to be strangled by the silence, so suffocated that he couldn't breathe.

Yang's mother said again: "With a man, it's not a problem if you can't give birth to a baby. Your father and I lied to our relatives, saying that you are going abroad to work, and everyone praises you. Two days ago you Uncle called and asked your father to bring him some foreign tobacco and alcohol back home, and asked you if you have asked for a foreign wife to give birth to a doll. What do you want me to do?!"

Cheng Yuan was trembling all over when he was stabbed by the words with a knife, and his stomach ached.

He bent down slightly, hugged his waist and abdomen, which was thinned into a piece of cardboard, and pressed it in desperately.

"Foreign daughter-in-law, you can bear it." After a long while, Yang Baihua's warm voice sounded again, "A while ago, our company hired a new girl, she is Chinese. I get along very well with her."

Mother Yang was satisfied, but thought of another trouble: "What are you going to tell Xiao Cheng?"

This time, Yang Baihua remained silent for a longer time.

Cheng Yuan didn't have time to wait for Yang Baihua's answer, but he didn't let Yang Baihua suffer for too long.

That night, he cut his wrist with a utility knife in the piano room.

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

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

The favorability score is 72 points, which is 13 points away from failing. It is only worth one card and one firework.

Chi Xiaochi and Yang Baihua returned home.

The city news was playing in the living room, and the voice of Yang Baihua answering the phone could be heard occasionally.

Chi Xiaochi changed into home clothes, went to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and washed the dishes that had accumulated in the pool for two days.

In a relaxed state, Chi Xiaochi always had a careless face, standing in front of the sink clogged with vegetable dregs, his eyelids still drooping, letting the water flow from his slender and white fingertips, his whole body was lazy and quiet, and With a noble air, it complements the identity of Young Master Cheng.

But his dishwashing technique is extremely proficient, not at all like a person whose fingers do not touch the spring water.

The system asked him: "Can you wash dishes?"

Chi Xiaochi said seriously: "I can also cook."

The system didn't believe it. After all, Chi Xiaochi wasn't very serious when he was serious.

Because he asked with a serious expression in the next second: "By the way, is there any rat poison in the warehouse?"

The system said flatly, "No."

He is quite suspicious now that Chi Xiaochi is doing housework so actively because he is investigating the scene of the crime.

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

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

Chi Xiaochi suggested: "Can you buy some goods? This is the customer's demand."

The system said: "No."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Pharmaceutical mice."

System: "..." Dare to ask if the mouse weighs 130 pounds and its surname is Yang.

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

"Yes." Chi Xiaochi slowly wiped the washed dishes with a dry cloth, put them on the dish rack, and finally said something normal, "Tomorrow I plan to see Cheng Yuan's elder brother."