I'm on fire after being hacked

The room that Han Deng rented was not big, but it was completely decorated by him.

It's good that his family has money, but after he came out to play music, he never touched a penny of his family's money.

The room was already small, and the piano took up quite a lot of space. In addition, the keyboards, guitars, drums, and even a violin on the floor made the place tightly paved.

Han Deng remembered that after spending all the prize money he got for participating in the competition, he could only go to those small restaurants and milk tea shops to do odd jobs, occasionally teach a few students, a bunch of scattered jobs, but he could only make up for living expenses , and then choose an ordinary guitar, or even a second-hand one.

Later, he signed a company, took a basic salary, and practiced in that small basement day and night, aligning the pitch over and over again, and memorizing the movements day after day.

He has strict requirements on himself, and lacks talent in dancing. Sometimes he practices too hard, and often has some large and small wounds on his body.

Han Deng could have avoided these hardships.

With the financial strength and influence of Han's enterprise, Han Deng can be easily promoted as a big star. His parents are enlightened, and he already has a doting brother who takes care of the family affairs.

As long as Han Deng said, as long as he was willing.

The resources he wants will be held in front of him, the songs he wants to write will have people willing to help with ideas, and what he wants to learn will naturally have professional teachers.

He is the young master of the Han family. He grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. He has been pampered and protected, and he can get what he wants almost at his fingertips.

But he didn't want to.

Han Deng hopes that no matter which step he can take in the end, he must rely on his own efforts to get out of the most difficult and painful road bit by bit, so that he dares to accept those things that seem to be close in front of him, and he can stretch out his hand. Enough to the candy.

Not for anything else, he doesn't want others to look down on him, and he doesn't want to wait for everyone to mention him and say:

"Han Deng's song can't be regarded as written by himself, right? Such a young master, why do you need to do it yourself, a song is just that."

"People like them with powerful families come out to be celebrities just for fun. After all, if they don't succeed, they can only lie down and win when they go back."

"It all depends on the family relationship. If I have such a good life, I can also be a star."

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Han Deng respects his own dream, so he also hopes that others can respect it.

But now...

What respect, what dream, if you say it, how will everyone laugh at it?

Han Deng walked up to the piano, which was one of the prizes he got when he won the gold medal in the National Piano Competition for Middle School Students. He has always cherished this honor for so many years.

He lightly put his hand on the keys, and just played it casually, the clear and melodious sound of the piano, like spring water falling on a stone, and flowing slowly, in the cool night, there may be gentle silver moonlight falling on it.

That song, on such a piano, was gradually played out.

From a certain dexterous note, to a melody of a stanza, and finally to such a beautiful song that touches Han Deng's softest heart.

Its birth was so mysterious and wonderful that Han Deng was so excited that he stayed up all night, letting it reverberate in this room over and over again.

Han Deng felt that he was sorry for the song, because he did not protect it well, so that it was covered with that layer of cloudy dust and became dark.

After standing in the room for a while, Han Deng walked to the refrigerator, took a few cans of beer from it, and then sat down by the bed.

The weather outside was not good. Dark clouds piled up, with different thicknesses, covering the crescent moon and decorating the sky in pitch blackness. However, they quietly disappeared in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see the clues.

It is spring now, but it is still as cold as the winter that has already passed.

Casually picked up the mobile phone thrown on the bed, Han Deng flipped through the private messages on Weibo - the netizens who were ignited by the anger criticized him fiercely, every word and sentence, like a knife, pierced into Han Deng's cardiopulmonary.

In the past few days, the public opinion on Weibo has been like this. The more popular Chen Ruke is, the harder Han Deng will be scolded.

How should he explain it?

Even if it is explained, will anyone really believe it?

Han Deng opened the tab of the beer and took a sip into his stomach forcefully.

The cool wine flowed down the throat into the empty stomach, and soon it hurt like a fire.

Han Deng seldom drank alcohol. He cherished his throat very much, and was always careful and cautious, for fear that eating some irritating things would ruin it.

But, now, he just wants to anesthetize himself with alcohol, in the most cowardly way.

He cut off Weibo and opened the recorded song.

I would like to spontaneously combust

do that moth

i want to change

become a fluttering butterfly

go after it

Actually it's not far

just reach out, reach out

be braver

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The boy's clear voice, cool and fresh like a forest with a breeze blowing through the grass, seems to have rang out yesterday, and now Han Deng may not have the energy to sing such a clean song again.

He was afraid that the hostility gradually accumulated in his body would be brought into the song and destroy it.

I have no strength, Han Deng thought, really.

I have no strength left.

He didn't eat, his stomach was empty, and now he drank again, it hurt like a fire, and his drunkenness was like a powerful wave, rushing straight towards him.

Han Deng allowed himself to immerse himself in such feelings. Only pain would make him feel comfortable.

As if masochistic, he was looping a song throughout the night, and the repetitive melody was about to make people vomit, and Han Deng didn't press pause.

The phone rang, and Han Deng pressed the answer button in a daze. A piercing electrical sound almost pierced Han Deng's eardrums, but he felt that he was still awake.

"Hey."

It was a voice full of vicissitudes. His voice would make people feel that he had just experienced a hoarse roar. His voice was so hoarse that it tore his throat, and it was even more distorted through the microphone.

"Hello."

Han Deng said the same thing, even maintaining basic politeness.

"Are you Han Deng? Han Deng from [-]?"

Han Deng was still in a daze, and the feeling of being drunk made him unable to stay awake. He rubbed the center of his brows, and hummed without judging the other party's strange words.

There was some silence on the other side. The person who called was quiet for a long time. He seemed to take a deep breath, then sighed heavily, and then became a little nervous.

He concluded by saying:

"If you are willing to believe in me, no matter what method you use, you must participate in Xingyanjing's draft, and you must not give up your dreams. Also, you must stand for me... No! For us, reveal Put on Chen Ruke's mask and let everyone know who is the one who stole other people's works! Please! This is our last chance—"

"--do not give up!"

The final sound of the phone was ripped off intermittently by the electric current.

The thunder outside was getting louder, and it had started to rain.The raindrops fell on the car and the iron sheets on the trees, and the sound was as loud as Han Deng's ears.

Han Deng wanted to get closer so that he could hear what the man said clearly, but he couldn't hear clearly because the noise kept disturbing him.

Han Deng was a little dazed, he didn't understand what that person was talking about, but until the phone was cut off, the other person was still repeating the same words.

Han Deng reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes and saw the four hash marks displayed on the phone. It was too late to be surprised, as if being pulled by something, he kept sinking, falling into a dream that seemed real and unreal.

Everything in the dream seemed to be separated by a thick veil, which seemed unreal.

Han Deng saw himself following Chen Ruke like a pervert. He collected all his information, followed all the shows he participated in, and watched him become famous in a talent show variety show, successfully became a god, and then walked in the entertainment circle. The smoothest and most magnanimous road received all the flowers and applause that originally belonged to Han Deng.

He even saw Shi Jiu.

Shi Jiu always walked with him, and the two talked and laughed, seeming very close.

Seeing that he couldn't bear it anymore, Han Deng ran in front of them, but only saw Chen Ruke's secretly proud eyes and Shi Jiu's disgusted eyes.

Shi Jiu opened his mouth to say something, and then they turned and left. Han Deng stood there blankly for a long time, maybe walked somewhere unconsciously, and finally had no time to dodge, and collided with a truck that went off the route. ·····

In the dream, Han Deng saw that he was writing songs non-stop, and every song was a classic.

But Han Deng didn't dare to send out even a single capital, like a real coward, he lived himself into a real street mouse.

Han Deng looked at himself in the dream. The scene of being knocked into the air seemed to be pressed by someone's double-speed button, and it was slowed down a lot. Finally, he saw it, and there was still an unbearable pain on the last face.

Han Deng was startled awake, he left the wall with his back all of a sudden, gasping for breath.

The air was very quiet, even a little eerie.The hands of the alarm clock turned slowly, accompanied by the raindrops dripping from the leaves, and the occasional sound of vehicles passing by the wet asphalt road, ringing faintly.

Han Deng's body was drenched in cold sweat, his complexion was extremely pale, and his hairs stood on end, like a hedgehog.

The last look of the dead "self" was like a spell, engraved forever in Han Deng's heart, and clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

Han Deng's hands were shaking all the time. He picked up the phone and tried hard to restrain the shaking of his hands. He looked through the caller ID and found the strange phone number.

His finger stayed on the dial button for a full 10 minutes before he gritted his teeth and pressed it.

But the voice didn't answer him.

A slightly perfunctory female voice sounded: Sorry, the number you dialed is empty, please check and dial again. Sorry...

Is it really a prank?

Han Deng calmed down, thinking that he might have drunk too much and had hallucinations.He changed his clothes and was going to go out to buy some food first.

Entering a convenience store that he frequented, Han Deng casually picked up a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water, and walked out of the store.

In the dark, as if inspired by God's will, Han Deng had already stepped out of the store and retracted his foot. He took a few steps back and turned his head to the right stiffly - that was a very beautiful poster .

There are several figures on the cover, a singer with a microphone in his hand, a dancer in a costume, a rapper in a hip-hop pose, and a person standing next to a piano with a guitar.

These four people have no entity. The so-called silhouettes are just human outlines painted with colorful brushes, but these are not important. On the three words in bold and red: star, extension, and diameter.

Like falling into an ice cellar.

That mysterious phone call mentioned the name of this program, and the Chen Ruke he saw in his dream also became popular in this program.

If everything in the dream is true...

Han Deng had difficulty breathing, and his hairs stood on end.

He absolutely does not want to end up in an unsatisfactory end!