Brilliant

But here comes the problem, Wen Mingyuan's little eDonkey can't carry a suitcase and a big man at all.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mingyuan looked at this and worried.

Mo Beicheng thought of a way: "Do you have a rope, we tie the suitcase to the back of the battery car, and then you ride, the suitcase will run behind."

Wen Mingyuan smiled on the surface, but felt emotionally in his heart, you are really a little genius who broke the law and discipline.

Wen Mingyuan chose to call a taxi driver, nonsense, he didn't want to go to the police station for coffee tomorrow.

"Do you have money to pay the taxi fare?" Wen Mingyuan was struggling for the last time.

Without even thinking about it, Mo Beicheng shook his head.

Well, Wen Mingyuan admitted his failure, and took out two red tickets and handed them to Mo Beicheng, "I'll get you a taxi later, and I'll tell the driver the location. Don't give it to him, just say that you often take the taxi on this route, and it only costs one hundred and fifty, and you won't give it if you have more, understand? This road is a bit congested, and I may arrive before you. I'm at the intersection Wait for you."

Mo Beicheng looked at the two red banknotes and couldn't bear to take them. He could see that Wen Mingyuan was not wearing good clothes. He must have earned the 200 yuan for a long time.

"Take it! You have to rely on your friends when you go out." Wen Mingyuan gritted his teeth and stuffed the money into Mo Beicheng's arms, "I'll go and hail a taxi for you."

Mo Beicheng looked at the banknote in his hand, his eyes were a little sore, but there was a warmth from his fingertips.

How long had he not felt this warmth.

And Wen Mingyuan, who moved him so much, was filled with one sentence at this moment: Yangou is a dog!

That's all a day's wages are gone!

Let's eat bran in the future! ! ! !

Wen Mingyuan was still not at ease with Mo Beicheng, and rode behind the taxi on a female electric donkey. Through the glass window, Mo Beicheng could see the squeaky little pink electric donkey greeting him, but the owner of the small electric donkey Because of the angle, he couldn't see Mo Beicheng.

Mo Beicheng pressed his forehead against the glass, obsessively wanting to see if he could see the sky and the stars from this angle. The sky was as dark as ink. He didn't know if it was an illusion or real. He felt in a daze that he saw stars. , Through dusty glass, through layers of airflow and clouds, the faint starlight that spreads to the earth from tens of millions of light years ago comes from bright, immortal stars.

The taxi driver was quite responsible, and delivered Mo Beicheng to the destination on time and at the right price. When Mo Beicheng helped unload the luggage, Wen Mingyuan just parked the eDonkey in the carport and came over.

"This is it," Wen Mingyuan pointed to the dark entrance of the apartment building, "Go in."

"That..." Mo Beicheng stopped him, "I will return the rent money and the house rent money to you."

"No rush, no rush..." Wen Mingyuan shied away, trying to help him with his luggage, but Mo Beicheng took the lead.

"You lead the way."

Although the apartment Wen Mingyuan lives in is not too dilapidated to live in, the environment is not very good. There is only one dim light in the dark corridor, and the surrounding walls are covered with messy small advertisements. Wen Mingyuan lives in three Fortunately, the building is not too high.

After arriving home, Wen Mingyuan found a pair of clean slippers for Mo Beicheng, and then took Mo Beicheng around the house, identifying everything that should be recognized, and then Mo Beicheng opened his luggage in the open space of the living room box.

It was only then that Wen Mingyuan noticed the violin case on Mo Beicheng's back.

"Are you a violin teacher?" Wen Mingyuan approached and asked.

"Yes." Mo Beicheng put the piano case on the sofa casually, and then began to pack his clothes, "Sometimes I also teach piano, and I can play a little even if it is an instrument."

Wen Mingyuan watched it for a while and felt bored, so he turned on the TV as background music, and squatted on the ground with him to pack clothes and necessary daily necessities.

What happened to be playing on the TV was the news about the awards ceremony on the other side of the river tonight.

"The former online music celebrity M finally revealed his mystery at today's Shanhe Awards ceremony..."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Mingyuan looked up at the TV screen, and stopped the movement of his hands, while Mo Beicheng continued to squat down and straighten his clothes as if he didn't hear it.

For Wen Mingyuan, if anyone can be called his idol, then this person must be M.

In the era when the Internet was just emerging, M is the music myth in the hearts of every netizen. M has no company, no hype, and even no lyrics in his music, just relying on the simplest and purest melody to strike the most vulnerable string in everyone's heart.

No one knows who M is, because M never appears on social platforms, and never reveals his private information, as if M is a data, a myth.But a year ago, M suddenly stopped updating his works. At that time, there were different opinions on the Internet about M’s sudden disappearance. Some people said that M was originally a studio, but now the studio was disbanded. People said that M offended someone who should not be messed with, and was dealt with.

But these debates and results have not been recognized. M, like his music, comes simply and disappears even more simply.

Unexpectedly, tonight's award ceremony will awaken people's nostalgia for M.

"It was about seven years ago. At that time, I was obsessed with teaching. Once again, a student mentioned online music on the Internet. I thought it was very interesting, so I shared some of my unpopular thoughts on the Internet. I didn't expect netizens The response was very strong, so I started to do this job slowly." A man in his 50s wearing a black suit and a Mediterranean hairstyle was interviewed by reporters.

The reporter's microphone was about to poke Professor Hu's face: "I didn't expect Professor Hu to be the godfather of music M, so why did you suddenly disappear in the online world a year ago?"

"Because one was busy with work, I was a professor at the university, and I had to be busy teaching students to do scientific research, so I didn't have much time, and the other was that my family didn't support me very much, and I fell into a kind of music during that time. When I was at a low point, I didn't have much interest in creating." Professor Hu explained.

When he heard that he didn't have "what mind to create", Mo Beicheng's hands tightened, and he squeezed the neatly ironed white shirt into shape.

"Then how did you come up with the name M back then?" The reporter seemed unwilling to give up such a big news, and continued to ask after Professor Hu.

"Because... I was too arrogant. I thought I was compared to Mozart, so I used the name M," Professor Hu explained. "Now that I think about it, I was still too young at that time, and I didn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"Fucking bullshit, where did this idiot dare to pretend to be M?" Mo Beicheng didn't respond, but Wen Mingyuan threw the remote control on the sofa with a slap, "Go crazy! This sucks." The old man will not go to see his disgusting appearance."

Mo Beicheng looked up at him, "Don't you believe it?"

"I believe in ghosts, but I don't even believe in him," Wen Mingyuan roared, "My M is obviously a goddess! She has nothing to do with this greasy old man!"

goddess......

Mo Beicheng took a breath...

The explanation is really... otherworldly.

Wen Mingyuan continued: "The reason why the goddess hasn't come out for a year is because she's pregnant! M means beautiful woman! Don't you know that all the beauties on the Internet were called mm?"

It's really... such an ancient name, but what's the matter with pregnancy?

"Pregnant...why do you say that?" Mo Beicheng touched his stomach subconsciously. Fortunately, the eight-pack abs were still there.

"Look, the goddess hasn't come out for more than a year. She must have a baby. She's confinement in October. It's been almost a year. Then she must feel that she is going back to the family, so I don't write much. There's music!" Wen Mingyuan said his own reasoning.

Even Mo Beicheng wanted to applaud this zero-point reasoning.

"Where did this old man come from..." Wen Mingyuan's anger has nowhere to vent, but seeing Mo Beicheng here, he is not easy to swear, even though he has already cursed several times up.

"Why don't you believe that he is M?" Mo Beicheng lowered his head and packed his clothes.

"I just don't believe it. I like M for seven years. I just don't believe it. M won't give up music for some family or job. M...he is...music It's his life, it's his...everything...it's him..." Wen Mingyuan's words became more and more confused, he didn't know what words to use to explain his feelings, Or to explain M's mood.

—is his wish to live forever.

Mo Beicheng completed the answers he should have in his heart.

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