Brilliant

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Mingyuan didn't get up early as usual. Mo Beicheng knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, so he didn't have the heart to wake him up. He packed his things and went to work with his piano case on his back.

Jiang Haishan was still wondering why Mo Beicheng came to work with a violin on his back today, and when did his milk tea shop become so impressive?But seeing that Mo Beicheng's expression was not right, Jiang Haishan didn't dare to ask.

Mo Beicheng went to the store and called Shen Fengming. After setting a time, Mo Beicheng asked Jiang Haishan for leave.

Jiang Haishan is right, let him find time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to make up for it.

Mo Beicheng apologized several times, saying that he was too willful and did not ask Jiang Haishan for leave in advance.

Jiang Haishan waved his hand, how can there be so many rules in a small milk tea shop, just remember it next time.

Mo Beicheng walked into the subway station with the piano case on his back.

It was the morning rush hour, and Mo Beicheng was almost suffocated in the subway with his heavy piano case on his back.

After a lot of tossing, he finally arrived at Shen Fengming's company. Knowing that Mo Beicheng was coming, Shen Fengming specially greeted the front desk, saying that if someone named Mo Beicheng came to find him, he would take him directly to the CEO's office on the top floor.

The young lady at the front desk took Mo Beicheng into the elevator, and she carefully observed this handsome young man.Obviously dressed very plainly, but Mo Beicheng was not surprised in the face of such a gorgeously decorated company. The temperament reflected in his gestures seemed to be beyond the reach of ordinary people no matter how hard they pursued.

I don't know if this young man will enter the entertainment industry in the future...

The young lady at the front desk didn't dare to ask too much. After staying in the company for a long time, she knew that there were some things that she could not intervene in, so she didn't ask.

With the sound of "ding", the floor where Shen Fengming's office is located has arrived.

A woman in a suit and skirt stood at the door of the elevator. She had an unmistakable professional smile on her face: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Mo Beicheng?"

Mo Beicheng nodded: "I am."

"Please come with me, Mr. Shen has been waiting for a long time." The woman in a suit opened a door and let Mo Beicheng walk in alone.

Inside the door, Shen Fengming was sitting on the sofa looking at the document that the secretary had just handed over to him. When he saw Mo Beicheng coming in, he hurried up to meet him: "Why do you want to come and find me today?"

Mo Beicheng didn't look at him, his eyes signaled for the secretary to go out.

It was the first time for Shen Fengming to see Mo Beicheng like this, and he said, "Lucy, go out for a while."

Secretary Lucy went out and closed the office door.

"Why? Make it so mysterious." Shen Fengming originally thought that Mo Beicheng might have come to him to catch up with him, but he suddenly noticed the piano case on Mo Beicheng's back, "Why did you bring the piano case?"

Mo Beicheng put the piano case on the ground, then opened it, and took out three sheet music from the interlayer.

"Do you still need to write it?" Mo Beicheng asked, "Can I sell you these three sheet music?"

"what?"

Shen Fengming was startled.

Did Mo Beicheng come here on purpose to joke with him?

All ghosts know that Mo Beicheng doesn’t sell songs at all, even if he throws them away, he doesn’t sell them, not to mention that he was kicked out when he was bored to buy songs from him. Later, Shen Fengming found out that Mo Beicheng’s father beat him and scolded him for selling He doesn't even sell songs, so why did Mo Beicheng come to sell songs by himself today.

"Don't worry, the quality is guaranteed. It was written by me before...that is, when I was 20 years old..." Mo Beicheng explained the value of these songs. He knew that he could not write songs now, but these songs The piano score was dug out of the trash can by him back then.

20 years old, the peak age of Mo Beicheng's creation.

It is the proof of his brilliance, the glory of his past.

It's also very funny to say, the piano score that was thrown away at that time has now become the principal of my begging.

"I'm not worried about your quality, you're not...you're not..." Shen Fengming was so surprised that he didn't know how to explain it to Mo Beicheng.

"Have you never sold songs?" Mo Beicheng smiled, "People have to grow up."

Always reconcile your temper with the world for one reason or another.

"Are you having a hard time now? I can lend you some money, Mo Beicheng, I was a jerk back then, I really didn't know what happened to your family at that time, but...how can I say that I have been in this circle for so many years? Knowing that selling scores is very... very bad for a real musician... You really don't have to force yourself like this..." Shen Fengming grabbed Mo Beicheng's hand, "I can lend you any amount you want, You can take it easy and return it to me...or you can come directly to my company to work, you are so talented, you can write two songs casually enough to sell to my singers..."

Mo Beicheng looked up at Shen Fengming, with a miserable smile on his face: "Brother Shen, I can't write anymore..."

After saying this, Mo Beicheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He finally spoke out the twisted, dirty, and dark side that he was most unwilling to admit in his heart.

Music genius, piano prodigy, M... these many honors have already left him, he can no longer write a song, he can no longer describe his dreams like he did back then.

He was deprived of talent and love.

"How come..." Shen Fengming looked at him in disbelief. Did he really suspect that Mo Beicheng came here today to tell him a ghost story?How to say things one after another makes people feel absurd.

"Here," Mo Beicheng pointed to his brain, "I took too much medicine."

Mo Beicheng explained briefly and didn't say any more.

"What?" Shen Fengming looked at him.

"Anyway, don't worry, I'm not taking drugs." Mo Beicheng added an explanation, but still didn't tell Shen Fengming what kind of medicine he was taking.

"Then you..." Shen Fengming was too shocked to speak.

"I don't want to exchange these sheet music for money, I want to exchange a contract with you." Mo Beicheng flipped the sheet music in his hand, "Three songs, exchange an actor contract with an entertainment company, and a TV series or A supporting role in a movie."

"What? Do you want to act?" Shen Fengming asked.

"It's not me, it's another person." Mo Beicheng replied, "His name is Wen Mingyuan."

Shen Fengming frowned, he seemed to have heard this name somewhere before.

"But, Beicheng... I just sign a newcomer casually, and I will give him a main supporting role. What reason do you have to convince me?"

"So, I'm going to exchange these three sheet music with you." Mo Beicheng replied, "I can guarantee Wen Mingyuan's personal cultivation and ability."

Shen Fengming looked into Mo Beicheng's eyes.

Mo Beicheng's eyes may be the purity of an artist. Even as he grows older, the color of his black and white eyes is like two extremes, pure black and clean white.

"Okay, wait for a while." Shen Fengming must admit that for anyone who is engaged in music, Mo Beicheng's songs are the apples of the Garden of Eden, and they are irresistible temptations no matter what. What's more, what Mo Beicheng directly gave this time is three.

Shen Fengming walked to the door, greeted Lucy who was outside the door, and asked him to call over a few seniors in the music industry in the company, and by the way called the company's gold medal manager.

Mo Beicheng looked at his piano score. Sitting alone in this spacious office, he lowered his head and kissed the paper.

The shame and pain of betraying his talent made his heart unbearable, but he had to bear it.

According to my mother's words, my current behavior seems to be selling my soul to the devil for a short-term benefit, which is the most despicable and indecent behavior.

God expelled him from the temple in heaven. If he didn't make a deal with the devil, how would he survive and how would he protect his companions.

He suddenly remembered that many years ago, he secretly read "Paradise Lost" behind his mother's back. In that book, Mo Beicheng saw a sentence that shocked him: "The road is long and long."

What is the next sentence?

He looked down at the score, and muttered: "When hell comes out, there will be light."

There will be light.

Even if it is the light that can only be seen by looking up in the abyss.

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