You are really not the father of the child

Yan Qing once again carefully looked at the documents given to him by Zhang Xun and Chen Zizhang from top to bottom.

The content is basically the same as his idea, and some places are different, but the traces of imitation are very obvious, but it seems that I can't remember the content clearly, so I added similar ideas.

He already knew the result when he watched it the first time, but he had to watch it a second time, for fear of wronging Zhong Fenghe.

In the morning, his boss still rightly questioned him for plagiarizing and embezzling other people's ideas.

"I just said why it looks so familiar." Zhang Xun rubbed his hands and let out a sigh of relief, "What are you going to do? The boss's posture is to make something for the producer to see in a few days."

Receiving Yan Qing's affirmation, Chen Zizhang frowned and remained silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Yan Qing stared silently for a moment, snowflakes piled up on the brim of his hat little by little, and the fluff on the outside of the brim of the hat was blown non-stop by the wind, he just stared at the document.

"Yan Qing?" Zhang Xun thought he was in a daze, so he called him again.

"Thank you, thank you Zizhang. I'll go to the boss."

With a movement of his eyes, his eyes put away all the kindness, took the stack of papers that Zhang Xunhe gave him, and walked towards the studio.

"Alright." Zhang Xun nodded.

Chen Zizhang stopped him suddenly: "Yan Qing!"

Chen Zizhang didn't talk much, and Yan Qing didn't know him very well, he was just an ordinary colleague, but Yan Qing was very grateful to Chen Zizhang - after all, without Chen Zizhang, he and Zhang Xun were kept in the dark.

He stopped very politely and looked at Chen Zizhang.

Chen Zizhang's voice was full of hesitation and hesitation: "Are you going now?"

Yan Qing turned his head: "Yes, I'm going to find the boss." He repeated.

It was his idea, his idea.

How could Zhong Fenghe copy it without knowing why?

Chen Zizhang still pulled him, his expression was a little uncomfortable, and his words were a little hesitant: "Then you... how do you know?"

"How do you know?" Zhang Xun was a little anxious, "The boss copied Yan Qing's idea directly, should we pretend it didn't happen?"

Yan Qing stood there in a daze.

The little flower demon's head, which can't turn around three times, couldn't think of this level at all. He blinked, and the fine snowflakes caught on his eyelashes fell, and he heard Chen Zizhang say again: "I still want this job."

Chen Zizhang was dressed a little thinly. He had stood in the snow for a long time, and his legs were already trembling. He moved his legs slightly, his volume was a little low, and he was almost drowned in the snow: "The boss asked us to work overtime in the middle of the night to do this project. , didn’t notify you, and you don’t have much evidence, the law doesn’t protect pure ideas...you may not give up even if you go to him..."

The logic of what he said was somewhat disordered, but Yan Qing still understood.He turned around with a serious expression, listening to Chen Zizhang very seriously.

Not far away, the lights that were on all night in the studio slanted over, drawing the slender shadows of the three people.

Although Chen Zizhang's voice was extremely low, Yan Qing could still hear every word clearly in this wind and snow: "If you go to the boss, you must show this document as evidence, then he must I know what I said... Even if I don't do it in Fengnian, I still need the boss's recommendation to go to other places. I, I have just entered the industry for a few years, and I don't have your courage to resign... Maybe there is another way ?”

Although Zhong Fenghe's studio is not outstanding among the studios of companies in the circle, it is still in the circle.

At first, Chen Zizhang just wanted to find Zhang Xun to solve a problem he couldn't figure out, but he didn't expect that Zhang Xun immediately informed Yan Qing with some indignation, and now he actually hooked up such things as plagiarism and plagiarism.

If he knew from the beginning that this matter was so serious, Chen Zizhang would not have let Zhang Xun see anything from the beginning.

It seems that Yan Qing will not let it go. If he tells the boss about this in advance so that the boss is prepared, will he not only be able to keep his job, but also be appreciated by the boss?

The moment Yan Qing turned around, Chen Zizhang suddenly thought of the possible consequences of this incident and the way that would be beneficial to him. Before he had any thoughts, he took Yan Qing by the hand.

Chen Zizhang was thinking, looking at Yan Qing with a complicated expression and a guilty conscience.

Zhang Xun's eyes widened: "Zizhang!? Are you letting Yan Qing swallow his anger? If you are afraid, just say I said it."

"Only by this document can we see the overlap. The person in charge of this job is me, not you."

"That means I saw it."

Chen Zizhang paused, still uneasy: "Do you think the boss is stupid?" A one percent probability is also a probability, and he doesn't seem to want to take such a risk.

After he finished speaking, he realized that what he said had completely disregarded Yan Qing's position, subconsciously looked at Yan Qing, but his eyes kept rolling, feeling a little embarrassed and guilty.

After all, when we were colleagues, Chen Zizhang had already anticipated Yan Qing's possible reprimand and denunciation, only to hear the other party's clear voice sounded, and the tone sounded a little angry: "You——"

But Yan Qing suddenly stopped.He looked at Chen Zizhang without blinking for a while, the end of his eyes were slightly reddened by the wind and snow, and he was short of breath, maybe it was because of anger.

After a while, Yan Qing suddenly smiled helplessly.

The young man's body temperature was high, and his fair-skinned face was not frozen by the wind and snow at all, but his face was slightly red.He grinned, showing his canine teeth, looking playful and approachable.

He stuffed the stack of white papers in his hand that witnessed the theft of his ideas back into Chen Zizhang's hands, and said in a clear and steady tone: "I know what you mean, I won't go to the boss. I'm sorry, just now Didn't consider your situation... thank you."

He felt chilly in his heart, but he also knew that Chen Zizhang couldn't be blamed for this.

Without the other party, he may not know about this script after it is formed or even sold.He can't expect others to give up something for him, even if they are colleagues.

But Zhang Xun was not happy: "Then if you don't go to the boss, how will you solve this matter?"

Yan Qing thought carefully for a moment: "There is more than one method. Can you help me find out when and where does the boss plan to talk to the producer? The sooner the better."

Zhang Xun didn't know why, but he heard Yan Qing's words "the sooner the better", he nodded immediately and said, "OK, I'll go back and ask now."

"Thank you." Yan Qing said.

Zhang Xun was impatient, turned around and left, Chen Zizhang seemed to feel embarrassed in front of Yan Qing, and smiled embarrassingly.

He thought, people like Yan Qing, who have no background and no contacts, don't get attention everywhere except for their good looks.What if I can't stand him today?

Chen Zizhang didn't say much, he turned around and followed Zhang Xun back.

Yan Qing took another look at the backs of Zhang Xun and Chen Zizhang, as well as the Fengnian studio who worked overtime all night to perfect his creativity, and then walked home.

He suddenly felt that he was actually very ordinary.

Not only is he so ordinary that he doesn't have extraordinary abilities, he is so ordinary that he can't be appreciated as soon as he enters the industry. He is so ordinary that he knows that Chen Zizhang has difficulties, but he is still a little disappointed.

In fact, Chen Zizhang was quite right.

After all, his idea is just a rudimentary idea, even if he confronts Zhong Fenghe, as long as the other party decides to ignore it, there is nothing he can do.

Even if he was stabbed to the producer, and the producer was willing to believe him, an inexperienced young rookie working alone would have basically no advantage over an experienced and manpower studio.

Yan Qing didn't understand those twists and turns, but he could clearly see the direct results.

But that doesn't mean he's willing to surrender his ideas.

He returned home, turned on the desk lamp in the small rental room, took out a brand new notebook, and opened the first page.

At the same time, Zhang Xun called him and asked for specific information.

Zhong Fenghe made an appointment to have a talk with the producer next Monday, at the producer's cross film and television company.

Yan Qing thanked him, and stared at the blank notebook under the lamp for a while.

Zhang Xun couldn't hear him speak, and didn't see anyone hang up the phone, so he asked again: "What are you going to do?"

"Think of a new one right now."

Since there is no way to stop Zhong Fenghe from competing for projects with his ideas, the best way he can think of at the moment...

It is to let Zhong Feng and the competition fail.

How did the competition fail?

Producers have better options.

Zhang Xun immediately understood what he meant on the other end of the phone, and almost scared the phone away: "Hey, ancestor, what are you thinking? Not to mention that your idea is a sudden inspiration and you have been preparing for a long time. The inspiration is It’s something that can’t be met, and now you’re forced to think of a new one in this situation, how could it be better than the previous one?”

Yan Qing picked up the pen and drew a small cartoon flower on the blank first page. At the end, he drew a simple smiling face in the center of the flower.

Under the flower, he wrote two words.

--"come on."

Looking at the simple pattern on the paper and the word "Come on", Yan Qing said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

"Even if you've finished writing," Zhang Xun said, "Crossover may not pay attention to you."

Not even necessarily listening to him.

Yan Qing smiled: "Don't human beings have a saying that everything depends on human effort."

"You make it sound like you're not human..." No need to think about it, Yan Qing could imagine Zhang Xun's eyes on the other end of the phone.

He said: "Thank you anyway, I'm going to start working for myself, I'll hang up first."

"Come on, buddy!" Zhang Xun didn't bother him, and hung up the phone.

A vehicle passed by downstairs, bringing up the sound of engines and wheels rolling through the thick snow.Yan Qing glanced out the window, remembering that Geng Yihuai's driver took him home that night.

Mr. Geng can be so successful at such a young age, he is really much better than him.

He can too.

As long as he keeps going.

Yan Qing closed his eyes and gradually let go of all thoughts in his mind.

The sudden and unexpected relationship with Geng Yihuai, the rent troubles, Zhong Fenghe's attitude, ideas being copied, all of these were instantly wiped out of his mind.

Poems and paintings came out one after another, skills collided with aura, and another world seemed to form in his mind.

He moved his fingertips, the tip of the pen spilled out, and writing appeared on the paper.

The power of illusion that was enough to construct a new world emerged around him again, but Yan Qing didn't know anything about it.

Another sleepless night.

The weather in the early morning is bad, the sky is cloudy, the sun is not rising, the stars are not receding, only the hazy sky is shining.

A spell floated against the wind, and slowly stuck to the window beside Yan Qing's desk.Yan Qing stretched out his hand, but the window was closed, but the talisman went straight through the glass and landed firmly on his palm, bringing the coldness of the outside world to his palm.

This is a very simple spell that can't even transmit sound.There is a passage written on the charm: "Little Ahua, I have to go back to other places to film after the announcement. I don't have time to see you. If you have any problems with the pollination period, you must tell me! I know you don't like to go to the flower demon clan often I can also help you with those seniors who look down on others. ——Ah Jiu"

Knowing that the other party cared about him, Yan Qing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently.

Yan Qing turned off the desk lamp, replied "Okay, thank you" on the charm, raised his hand, and pushed the transmission charm out of the window.The yellow talisman invisible to humans floated farther and farther away, but after a while, Yan Qing heard the sound of the car engine downstairs.

Although the windows of his house are directly facing the block downstairs, there are no traffic arteries in the old city, and there are not many people living there, most of them are poor people, and there are fewer cars passing by in the early morning.

He had just finished the first stage of inspiration formation, and was about to take a breath, when he heard the voice, he subconsciously looked out, never expecting to see a familiar model.

Most of the cars Yan Qing took were buses, or Zhang Xun's small broken car worth tens of thousands of dollars, and there were not many cars he recognized, and Geng Yihuai's car stood out the most in his memory.

Why did Mr. Geng appear here?

He saw the driver show Geng Yihuai the door, and the man walked straight past the door downstairs of his house with his strong but slender long legs.

Yan Qing didn't think too much - he felt that Mr. Geng was here to find him.

He pushed the seat away, trotted all the way down the stairs, and opened the downstairs door without hesitation.

Then he saw Geng Yihuai's figure which was completely different from the shabby style of the old town.The man's leather boots were shiny, and he was wearing the black windbreaker he wore to the concert that day. The buttons of the clothes were undone, which further accentuated his tall stature.The material of the windbreaker is very delicate, no matter where you look at it, it is incompatible with everything around you.

Mr. Geng was raising his hand to ring the doorbell, when the door was already opened.

His dark blue eyes suddenly reflected Yan Qing's figure, his expression moved slightly, but his expression was still calm, showing no emotion.

The rose tree is not tall at all, Yan Qing is still so young, he is only 1.7 meters tall in human form, which is not enough for Geng Yihuai who is obviously 1.9 meters tall.He is very close to Geng Yihuai at this moment, and he can only look at each other by raising his eyes.

The little flower demon looked up at his perfectly contoured chin, blinked her three-point peach blossom eyes, and then showed an innocent smile: "Mr. Geng? Why are you here?"

Geng Yihuai opened his mouth and pulled out a low and magnetic voice: "Can't come?"