Seven Nights Dream

On August 8, YG released the sound source of Big Bang's new album "Heartbreaker" for the first time.

On August 8, there was news that this album GD was suspected of plagiarism, and this piece of music was very similar to a famous song by an American singer.

Quan Zhilong was busy until he fell asleep in the morning and just woke up when he saw this news on TV.

Countless accusations and cursing on the Internet completely woke up his still somewhat chaotic mind.

He opened the door and faced four pairs of heavy worried eyes, he calmly waved his hands, put on his coat and drove directly to the company.

President Yang was already in command of the company, and when he saw him coming, he temporarily put down what he was doing and explained the situation to him. "We plan to put the whole music on it, and then ask the public relations department to start dispelling the rumors. The activities for the past few days will be stopped first. Don't be afraid of things we haven't done."

Quan Zhilong was very calm, but he was touched by the president's protection.

Soon YG's music was put on, and the public relations department also gave a speech to refute the rumors.It's just that I didn't expect that instead of playing a deterrent role, it made the plagiarism even more noisy.

Quan Zhilong was smoking a cigarette alone in the room, indifferently watching the vicious abuse and heated arguments on the computer, he felt that he was abnormally calm.

Unplug the phone line, turn off the phone, don't want to listen to anyone, don't want to say anything.It seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world, and he was allowed to remain silent and rot.

Suddenly, I feel that any fame and effort are fake.

One moment he was a national idol held in the palm of the world, and the next moment these people wanted to curse him with the most vicious words in the world.

He didn't plagiarize, why no one would believe him?

The clothes on his body hadn't been changed for several days, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol was stained, which was not pleasant.He doesn't care at all.What is the use of a clean and tidy body when the heart is rotten?

After days without water or rice, his stomach ached to the point of convulsions, and his body was as cold as ice.Too lazy to move, he just hugged his knees and curled up at the corner of the bed.Suddenly, the weak emotions in my heart grew wildly like vines, and I hoped that I would just die like this.I don't want to stay here at all, even if I die, as long as I can escape temporarily...

There was a sudden needle-like pain in his waist, which brought him back to his senses from the negative emotions.I touched it with my hand, and there was a small wooden sign lying quietly in my pocket, with a warm hand.

It was in his pocket that day, and he kept it with him all the time without changing his clothes after he came back.

The small wooden sign was spread out in the palm of his hand, reflecting his pale skin, and under the light of the computer, he felt as warm and jade-like as light.

No matter how many excuses he made, he knew very well that the wooden sign came from a very evil way.

He is not a person who likes this kind of thing, even if it is a fan gift, it is impossible to bring it back, and he will hold it in his hand for a night.

He thought that his memory might not be wrong, it was given to him by the girl he met in the dream.And he, brought it back to reality.

Maybe there was panic before, but at this moment, he was not afraid of anything.What could be worse than coming together!

In a sense, Quan Zhilong is definitely a very extreme person.

The wooden sign lay obediently in the palm of his hand, and the faint woody fragrance lingered, which unexpectedly made people feel at ease.

He thought he must be too tired.The calmness that could not sleep for several days gradually faded away, and the drowsiness came slowly, and in the fragrance of logs, I gradually fell asleep.

The aroma was so familiar, as if he had smelled it before, it led him forward.

He was dreaming, he knew it.

He followed the scent to a narrow path.

There are rotting dead leaves on both sides of the path, and the path is full of sharp stones and thorns, a barren landscape.

He walked straight along the path, and the sharp stones hurt his feet, a dull pain.

And that trail meanders into the distance, even if you look far away, you can't even see the end.His footsteps repeated, as if he would never end.

The last time I came... it didn't seem like this.

He thought a little uncertainly.

"Chirp!" The crisp bird chirping sounded above his head.

It was a colorful sparrow with gorgeous wings, hovering above his head, its small mung bean-sized eyes rolled around, and after watching him for a while, it gave a cheerful cry, and flapped its wings around him. a circle.

"Hello." Seeing its cheerful appearance, Quan Zhilong felt a little happy, and raised his hand to touch it, but suddenly saw the wooden sign in his hand.

He suddenly remembered the previous dream, and looked at the colorful sparrow in disbelief, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it looked.

Seeing the wooden sign in his hand, the colorful sparrow gave a "chirp", looked at him suspiciously, and then flapped its wings to lead the way.

He followed Caique, and found that the road had become a lot smoother. The stones and thorns on the road seemed to have spirituality, and they all avoided it.

In just a few steps, the seemingly endless road has disappeared. A stream in front of him is as clear as jade, and the surrounding vegetation is green. Although it is not as fairyland as last time, it is not as decadent as before.

That's right, last time.

At this moment, he had completely remembered the last dream: colorful sparrows, flowers, streams, wooden signs and... Xiaoxue.

The colorful sparrow did not fly away like last time, but made a clear cry, flew around him, and finally landed on his palm.

"Chirp" it pecked at his finger, opened his palm, picked up the wooden sign, and flew slowly towards the other end of the brook.

Behind it, clouds and mist gather and disperse on the stream, and a delicate and small bamboo bridge slowly appears, spanning the entire water.

He was a little surprised, but was awakened by a crisp bird song, and quickly followed.

Last time he only reached the other side of the creek, but this side was covered by thick fog and he could not see clearly.

Right now, as soon as they set foot on the land here, all the thick fog dispersed, revealing the scenery here.

In fact, there is not much difference between here and the other side, except that there is an extra delicate bamboo building, which seems to be lived in, and a simple swing is tied outside the building. There is a stone table and a few stone benches not far from the swing.

There is a willow tree, which seems to be quite old, with many soft willow branches hanging down.There is a shallow square well under the tree, which is connected to the stream, and a small stream of clear spring flows thinly towards the stream.There are a few characters engraved on the side of the well, which are somewhat similar to those on the wooden sign, but he has never seen them before, so he doesn't know what they mean.

There are many flowers and plants by the well, they don't look like they have been sorted out, but they are not messy, they are about to bloom, and the fragrance hits.

How should I put it... The scene in front of me is exactly what it looks like in a dream.

Quiet, beautiful, uncontested.

"Chirp!" Caique threw the wooden sign in his mouth into his hand, jumped happily to the edge of the well and took a sip of water, then flew to stand on the stone table, looking at him with small mung bean-like eyes.

Quan Zhilong obediently walked to the stone table and sat down, stroking its small head.

The smooth touch came, and it was extremely real.

This... is really a dream

What a weird dream.

Here, his mood became inexplicably much calmer.The whole person is withdrawn from the world, there is nothing to think about, nothing to worry about.

Everything was peaceful and beautiful, so good that he didn't want to go back.

Anyway, it's just a dream.He just wants a sweet dream...

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