Brilliant

"Dead City" has finally started. This time Wen Mingyuan is going to another city for filming. When sending him out, Mo Beicheng finally heaves a sigh of relief. At least he went to the crew, so that Wen Mingyuan can concentrate on filming instead of the previous part. Time is so useless. The director of "Dead City" is a well-known director in the industry. He has shot many award-winning films. What he hates the most in his life is that the actors don't do a good job in filming and catch up with messy announcements.Before signing the contract with "Dead City", Wen Mingyuan made a promise that he would not ask for leave at will during filming.

Mo Beicheng also began to concentrate on discussing with Jiang Haishan the plan to expand the studio.Mo Beicheng does not advocate making the company particularly large, he thinks that is not easy to manage.Mo Beicheng's idea is very simple. He thinks that as long as the quality of the music is guaranteed, it will be fine. If it is too commercialized, it will be a bit aggressive, and it will also alienate everyone.

But Jiang Haishan didn't think so. Because of Mo Beicheng's relationship, Jiang Haishan had contact with Shen Fengming several times.He hopes to expand the studio step by step to the scale of Soft Rock Entertainment and cultivate his own musicians.

Both of them have their own ideas. Fortunately, neither Jiang Haishan nor Mo Beicheng are stubborn people. Even if they disagree, they can still sit down and discuss it.

"Gao Yue, have you won the lottery recently? It seems that you are in a good mood recently." Chu Qingtian was distributing the fried chicken he ordered to the people in the studio.

"I don't have such good luck," Gao Yue said perfunctorily to Chu Qingtian with a smile.

"Oh, that's... Oreo is going to have a baby? Or is Popcorn going to have a baby?" Chu Qingtian continued to ask.

Gao Yue took a sip of water and choked in his throat, "They are male."

"Well, okay." Chu Qingtian felt a little uncomfortable, "I still hope that whoever gives birth to a baby can borrow me to raise one."

Gao Yue smiled and did not respond to her.

"Take care of yourself first," Qiu Zishan patted Chu Qingtian's head, and the two of them fought together.

"What are you two doing?" Mo Beicheng had just finished a phone call with his brother, and after learning the news that Mo Nanxuan was going back to China for Christmas, he put down his phone and went into the studio. What he saw was Qiu Zishan and Chu Qingtian quarreling.

Gao Yue was afraid that he would be accidentally injured, so he ran to the corner and sat with his mobile phone in his arms.

He thought that there must be no happier time in his life than this.

The friends who can bring me joy, the idols I yearned for when I was young, the untouchable dreams of childhood, and the two angels who are by my side.Everything he wanted, everything he loved came to him.

It seems that the gods have finally begun to favor him.

He doesn't need to wander alone in the world alone.

"Okay, okay, continue to work," Jiang Haishan patted the table dumbfounded, "I don't look serious every day."

"Hurry up and go back to work, or Brother Jiang will be too late for our date tonight." Chu Qingtian deliberately fanned the flames inside, "Brother Jiang, when can you bring your sister-in-law over to show us?"

"My girlfriend, what do you think, I didn't bring them here, one Mo Beicheng, one Gao Yue, what if she doesn't like me?" Jiang Haishan replied.

"That's right, speaking of which, Brother Beicheng, do you have a girlfriend?" Chu Qingtian asked, "You can cook and play the piano. There should be many girls who like you."

Mo Beicheng smiled shyly, but did not answer.

"Looking at him like this, there must be one," Gao Yue seldom teased Mo Beicheng, "and he must be living happily."

The only resonator in my youth, the only confidant in the world, who can play the M of "Queen Baitao", how are you doing?

"Yeah." Mo Beicheng nodded in acknowledgment.

He is very happy now, happier and happier than expected.

He was released from that airtight cage, and because of being loved by Wen Mingyuan, he regained his talent again, and tried to live well because of that person.

"Very good," Gao Yue said, "This is very good..."

Because what I'm looking forward to now is your...

Suddenly Gao Yue's cell phone rang a sharp ringtone, interrupting all of Gao Yue's thoughts.

The embassy's phone number was displayed on it, and Gao Yue didn't dare to delay, so he quickly connected.

"Mr. Gao, I'm sorry to disturb you rashly." The employee of the embassy over there said.

"It's okay," Gao Yue said quickly, "Are you going to arrange for me to go to Canada to collect evidence? I can go there anytime..."

"Sorry, the police officer in charge of this case has already returned to Canada..." The voice of the staff member contained a trace of apology.

"What do you mean?" Gao Yue frowned.

"You can directly contact the police station in York, Canada. We don't know the specific situation," the staff responsibly gave Gao Yue his phone number.

Gao Yue picked up the sticky note on the table and wrote down the phone number, then stumbled out the door, sat on the stairs and made the phone call over and over again.

"What's wrong with him?" Mo Beicheng asked, "Are you going to Canada?"

"I don't know." Chu Qingtian also looked confused, but she noticed that Gao Yue, who was talking and laughing with them just now, suddenly changed his face, "Do you want to go and see?"

"Wait for a while," Qiu Zishan said, "He seems to be going to make a phone call."

Jiang Haishan urged: "Go to work first."

That afternoon, Gao Yue sat on the stairs and made phone calls all afternoon.

The reply he received was very simple. The Canadian police gave up reopening the case. No one told Gao Yue the specific reason, but advised him not to get involved in this matter any more.The criminals of the year have already executed the death penalty, so there is no need to waste time on a case of a dead person.

What's more, even if the man didn't kill anyone, the crimes he committed were enough to put him in prison for more than ten years. This kind of person can be considered as a contribution to society after his death.

Gao Yue threw away his cell phone, leaned on the stairs, and raised his head hard to see a ray of light projected by the small window in the stairwell.It's like living in the basement with a man back then, and you had to work hard to find an angle to see the starlight filling the skylight.

He tried to hold back his tears, because crying was useless, he had cried countless times, and no one could send himself back to the man.But in the end, the tears still fell down without disappointment.

How could he believe that the gods would start to favor him one day, and the gods had abandoned him from the very beginning.Give him a lonely and proud soul, give him warmth and love but deprive him of them all.

He is still the abandoned person, without redemption or warmth.

No sooner had a rainbow-coloured mouth torn open than his world was brutally painted gray.

The author says:

In fact, what Gao Yue wants to say is that what I am looking forward to now is your happiness.