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Bringing the white paper packaging bag over, Luo Yang lay down again and opened it curiously.

I don't know what that Mu Lei stuffed himself.

Taking out the things in the bag one by one, Luo Yang's eyes kept showing complicated emotions.

A new unpacked cell phone, medicine, cash, and...lollipops?

Luo Yang couldn't help laughing out loud, laughter and emotion emerged from his eyes.

In mixed memories, Zheng Rui, whom I hadn't met a few times, would bring Luo Zhenguo a big bag of lollipops every time he came to drink with him when he was a child, and secretly stuffed them to him, because Luo Yang's tooth It was bad enough, so Zhen Guo banned his right to eat candy.

These things were prepared by the master who just beat him up.

...Really, he has grown up now, who still eats these lollipops of various colors with cartoon patterns, and he doesn't know where he bought them.

After pawing twice, Luo Yang picked out a lollipop with a childish panda pattern printed on it from the pile of lollipops, tore off the wrapping paper, and stuffed it neatly into his mouth.

The sweet taste diffused in his mouth, making Luo Yang squint his eyes uncontrollably.

Counting the pile of cash, there was a total of 3000 yuan. It should be that Zheng Rui thought that if he gave himself more, he would not take it, so he directly gave him an amount that he could afford without any burden.

To be honest, Luo Yang really doesn't have any money on him right now, so Huang Yan stuffed him with some money last night, and he really didn't have anything else, so he didn't dare to spend it recklessly. He just set off to Zheng's Beijing Opera Theater at noon. When they went to the hospital, they always walked two hours in advance.

Originally, he planned to go to the street to find a place to sell art. After all, when he was cleaning the house, he found Luo Yang's previous guitar. Although it was not a good brand guitar, it was still completely usable. For those songs from another world, Luo Yang believes that even if he finds a random place, he should be able to earn some money more or less.

At the very least, it can solve the days when he has no job, can't he?

But now, with Zheng Rui's money, Luo Yang can stop worrying about money for the time being, and even if he dies, it's useless to worry about it. Although his ass is not seriously injured, it's not very convenient not to lie down for a while acted.

At the same time, Luo Yang has been thinking about whether he should bring songs from another world to this world.

The world in front of me is an old and brand new world, with familiar parts in memory and completely unfamiliar parts in memory, this is a brand new world that is not too brand new.

The alternation of old and new represents countless variables and possibilities.

A butterfly in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River Basin in South America, occasionally flapping its wings a few times, can cause a tornado in Texas, USA two weeks later.

Luo Yang is not sure whether the song he sang is the work of a certain singer, let alone whether the other party will fall into the abyss of hopelessness because of his temporary delusion and greed.

More importantly, plagiarism is the most shameful.

In Luo Yang's view, plagiarism is not only a contempt for those who have made infinite efforts, but also a trample on one's own personality.

Maybe in the original world, Luo Yang could take the song created by the gunman hired by the company, stately that this is my new song, and then sing in front of the fans, showing his so-called genius-like aura.

But at that time, even the so-called gunmen were fair and just choices. You wrote a song for me, and I bought it with money, including copyright and ownership. It has nothing to do with people, it only belongs to the people I pay for.

When you love and I wish, even if it is false, it is also false in the transaction, and has nothing to do with morality and personality.

Now the situation is completely different.

It is a thief to use a character to ask for it, not to ask for it.

Luo Yang asked himself that he is not a saint, and he will never meet the standards of a saint, but he must have some principles in life.

Moreover, the stolen things are always unstable in use, and you will start to think wildly when the noise is gone and the people are quiet at night.

——Would the singer who created it have actually written this song?And already on copyright, ready to sue me for plagiarism and infringement?Then kill me hard?

So my heart began to panic, and my eyes began to become fierce.

——I can't let him sue me, and I can't let this matter come out, otherwise the reputation I now rely on this song will be ruined, and I will become a stinky gutter rat that everyone shouts and beats, and will be People snatch everything... It can't be like this, absolutely can't be like this, so I have to act early, I must act early.

——Then what should I do?How can this singer 'be exhausted'?By the way, I can pay someone to ruin his voice, so that he can no longer speak, a person who can't even speak, must not have the ability to sing, and can stop him from yelling everywhere, Spread rumors.

——Oh, also, I want to cripple his hands, a person who has crippled hands, but no one will believe that he has the ability to create, and at the same time, he can stop him in this way Write something with a pen.

--Yep!In this way, only in this way, everything will be in my hands, and I can continue to enjoy everything at the moment, no one can destroy me, no one can...

You have to admit that the existence of people with the ability to think and have too many desires is really frightening sometimes.

Greed is always endless, and the coercion of desire always has unparalleled power.

Luo Yang was lying on the bed, pinching the candy stick to pull the candy out of his mouth, and suddenly heaved a long sigh of relief, with a slight look of relief in his eyes.

"It's good for princes and generals to be kind, but in today's peaceful society with ample food and clothing, people still have some principles to live comfortably and happily..."

If the era he traveled through was the feudal ancient times, the war-torn era where the poor could not even guarantee basic food, clothing and safety, the era when good people were destined to be eaten, and the era when all dignity would be built on blood and bones , then he, Luo Yang, would never have such concerns.

People can't survive, so where do you come from with so much reason?

Reasoning with someone whose hungry eyes turn green is doomed to be unreasonable except for violence.

The torrent of the times is unstoppable, if you cannot blend in, you are destined to be annihilated.

In novels, one can change all existences by one's own power, that is really the protagonist of destiny, but in reality, there is often no protagonist of destiny.

When scientists travel to primitive society, you must never talk about technology, innovation, or core socialist values ​​with barbarians in primitive society—they believe in God, they are under the leadership of great gods, and they question the existence of God The person who is here must be a heretic.

Heretics, on the other hand, will always be tied to a cross and burned to death, and become a sacrificial offering to compensate for your sins, or just become a glorious piece of meat in the hands of some people at a time when there is a lack of food.

Don't worry, for barbarians, they will never waste anything that can fill their stomachs, and you will definitely not even have scum left.

But the situation Luo Yang faced was far from being that cruel. It could even be said that he was completely lucky.

At least when he doesn't want to sleep at night, he can take out his mobile phone and play a game to his heart's content, as long as the mobile phone has power.

"To be honest, at least I can feel at ease." Luo Yang muttered to himself, with a strange expression on his face, "And to be honest, if it wasn't for the fear of being locked up as a mentally ill person, I would I really want to find the relevant departments of the country to make contributions, maybe there is some great cleverness who directly cracked the secret of the parallel space, and then there will be a century-old change, and from then on we will enter the era of the interstellar era..."

Anyway, no matter how you say it, no matter how much imagination there is in his mind, Luo Yang has now given up the so-called idea of ​​moving things from the original world.

Then under such a situation, Luo Yang had to start thinking about what kind of job he should find to support himself next.

The lollipop was stuffed back into his mouth again, and Luo Yang lay there with his head tilted, lost in deep thought.

A living person can't be suffocated to death by urine, and Luo Yang is not the kind of young master who can't suffer a little.

Just think, in the real world, you can always find a way to make a living.