Brilliant

Wen Mingyuan's rest time ended soon, and he returned to the shooting location to continue filming.

Mo Beicheng was holding his mobile phone. At this moment, the lawyer who handled the M account called Mo Beicheng.Professor Hu naturally didn't want to go to court to resolve this matter. He hoped that this matter could be settled privately. The compensation paid by Professor Hu was unimaginably low. The lawyer suggested that Mo Beicheng continue to fight with Professor Hu, but Mo Beicheng refused. never mind.

He didn't make this incident out of money, he wanted to ruin Professor Hu's reputation.

Mo Beicheng contacted a friend who was in charge of Internet marketing and asked him to continue to expand and escalate the matter, put pressure on the Conservatory of Music of Peking University, and then dismiss Professor Hu.The best thing is to dig out Professor Hu's oppression of students and plagiarism of students' papers. He doesn't mind removing this cancer for the Peking University Conservatory of Music.

In the past five years, he has done a lot of things like this to make his singers popular. Sometimes his colleagues in the company think that Mo Beicheng looks like a bloodthirsty priest in the game——I pray for you, I Sorry for your death, I bless you to heaven, but I don't regret at all that I raised the butcher knife on you.

Mo Beicheng turned off his phone and looked at his face reflected on the black screen. He suddenly felt as if he hadn't stopped to take a good look at himself for a long time.He emptied himself for five years, and attributed all his love, hatred and demands to Wen Mingyuan.Living like this seems to be much easier than finding the meaning of your own existence, but...

He had to admit that he really liked music.

He likes it so much, he has liked it since he was able to hear the voices from this world.

Are you writing songs again?

Return to the era of M or W?

Mo Beicheng was still afraid of himself who was completely controlled by music that day. He hated being completely reduced to a tool for creating music like that.However, this time with Wen Mingyuan by his side, will it be different?

He may need a new starting point like Wen Mingyuan.

The same movie, starring Wen Mingyuan and writing songs by himself, seems to be good.Just like "To the One I Love", it is a combination of the dreams of the two of them.

This seems to be good, not to mention that Wen Mingyuan needs his own support now.

Mo Beicheng lowered his head, and the melody like the melody of heaven sounded in his ears again.These God-given abilities never leave, never go far.This may be the difference between him and Wen Mingyuan, as long as he wants, he can easily obtain the results that others have worked so hard for half a lifetime to touch.

In the evening, Mo Beicheng came to pick up Wen Mingyuan from the film crew. Wen Mingyuan was no longer a big star, and he had nothing to do after filming, and he didn't have to participate in various activities or announcements.Mo Beicheng picked him up to a newly opened restaurant in the sky. The entire restaurant was taken over by Mo Beicheng, so he didn't have to worry about anyone coming to disturb them.

"Why did you bring me here all of a sudden?" Wen Mingyuan asked close to his ear.

"Celebrate." Mo Beicheng replied.

"Congratulations, have I finally started to act properly?" Wen Mingyuan looked at the surrounding scenery, and felt that Mo Beicheng was full of a strong overlord style.

"No," Mo Beicheng denied. He pointed to the waiter behind Wen Mingyuan. Wen Mingyuan looked back, and the waiter in a black suit pushed a big gift box.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wen Mingyuan walked over and looked at the gift box carefully, "Usually, in this case, you should be in this gift box, and then say to give you to me, but little brother, you don't seem to be playing like this."

"Open it and have a look," Mo Beicheng walked to his side.

Wen Mingyuan dubiously opened the gift box, which contained stacks of letters, "What is this?"

"Look." Mo Beicheng leaned into his ear.

Wen Mingyuan opened one of the letters, which began with: "Dear W."

"Isn't this written for you?" Wen Mingyuan turned around and asked, "Why did you let me read it?"

"Keep watching." Mo Beicheng coaxed him.

Wen Mingyuan continued to read the letter: "Today is the first day you were transferred to the hospital. The doctor said that you are in good health. I am very happy. I almost thought that I would lose you forever. You lay on the bed, and I wiped you with a towel." After washing two towels, I don’t know how many pots of blood have been poured out. I tried to hold back my tears while wiping, until I couldn’t help but hide in the corridor of the hospital to wipe my tears. I was really worried You, I'm afraid you won't wake up again. My brother said that I have to find something to do for myself, so that I can break free from this sadness. So I want to write to you like you in the past, to relieve this tension mood."

"This is?" Wen Mingyuan looked up at him.

Mo Beicheng pulled out the second letter and handed it to him.

"You woke up today, but you didn't eat much. The public opinion on the Internet is very bad for you. I don't want you to see it. I'm afraid that your low mood will affect your body's recovery. But I think one day I will tell You, it's better for me to tell you than someone else to tell you. But now I'm so tired, my head is full of all kinds of notes, and I hate this feeling. I seem to be starting to hate my talent... ..."

"Today I had dinner with a client with Brother Jiang, but the chat was very unhappy. I was a little worried that my personality was not suitable for the workplace and dealing with people. But I...I want to protect you, I Just bear with it, I hope that after you wake up, I can provide enough funds for you to act, so that you will no longer be hurt by others. Jiang Ge said that I can just stay in the office and write songs, and all these things Leave it to him, but...but no, I want to be like a real man."

"Today you are in a daze at home again. I am so afraid that something is wrong with your psychology. Being bored at home will only make your mood worse. I want to take you around, but you don't want to go out with me. I I know you have been unhappy, but you don’t want to tell me anything. Sometimes I wonder if you like acting because you are good at playing a good boy and bury all your emotions in your heart. Wen Mingyuan, you don’t have to Treat me like this. You can cry, scold, or act like a baby, but don’t act in front of me... I’m afraid I’m too stupid to see it.”

"I know you still love acting, but you seem to be afraid of something. I dare not ask you what you are afraid of, but I can wait, until you are no longer afraid, until you stand up again. You will be shining Stars, stars that shine brighter than me. Today I read the letter you wrote to me again. Maybe it’s too late to reply to you now, but Wen Mingyuan, you will succeed. I am more sure than everyone else that you will succeed of."

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