Brilliant

The next morning, perhaps because he learned that the bulging and wavy goddess he had been thinking about had turned into a greasy, short and fat old man, Wen Mingyuan didn't sleep well all night, and got up at six o'clock the next day, ready to Show your cooking skills to the little brother who moved into the new home.

But I don't know if it's a hallucination or some other reason, but the kitchen smells like a damn food.

"You're awake...wash up and eat." Mo Beicheng put two plates of breakfast on the table, "I see these are all in the refrigerator, so I made breakfast according to my own taste. You... ....Try it, and if it doesn't taste good, I'll make something else..."

He apologized for his rashness, and his white fingers were hidden behind his back, about to be twisted into twists.

"No trouble, no trouble...I'll eat anything." Wen Mingyuan felt as if something had hit his heart. He couldn't move his eyes away from Mo Beicheng, and accidentally bumped into the sofa.

Wen Mingyuan just woke up, and then wandered to the window sill of the balcony, and asked downstairs loudly: "Girl! Are you up yet?"

"Get up! I'm starting to read!" A girl's clear voice came from downstairs, "I'm studying English today!"

Mo Beicheng looked at Wen Mingyuan in confusion, and Wen Mingyuan rubbed his temples and explained to him.

The downstairs of Wen Mingyuan is a couple who came here to work. The daughter of the couple is going to take the college entrance examination this year. Originally, this little girl was also a fun-loving girl who didn’t study hard. Then she changed her temper during the second year of high school for some reason. , clamoring to study hard, Wen Mingyuan had to get up early every morning to practice his lines and hang his voice, the little girl begged Wen Mingyuan and herself to supervise each other to get up early and study, so there was the scene just now.

Wen Mingyuan went to the toilet to brush his teeth. Mo Beicheng sat in the living room and poured himself a glass of water. While eating breakfast, he quietly listened to the little girl eating breakfast while reading English books. The boring sentences were bitten by her. Over breakfast, it sounded broken and funny.

This was something that Mo Beicheng had never come into contact with before. It was fireworks on earth.

Gentle and beautiful, soft and delicate.

After Wen Mingyuan washed, he looked at the breakfast on the table and sighed, God opened the door for Mo Beicheng and opened a floor-to-ceiling window at the same time, and he, he probably drove the cement mixer to paste the doors and windows of himself Bar.

Fried sausage cut with a flower knife, and fried eggs, served with a simple vegetable salad and two slices of bread, although the production method is not difficult, but such an exquisite breakfast always makes people feel that they have a What a great start, like, what a great day moving bricks.

Wen Mingyuan couldn't help but think of the rapper last night. Was it really Mo Beicheng she was talking about?Delicious and lazy wretch?Just this wimp who cuts a sausage looks so good?

"What are you going to do today?" Wen Mingyuan asked Mo Beicheng with his body tilted. Although he was not in a hurry to urge Mo Beicheng to ask for rent, he still hoped that Mo Beicheng could find a place where he could work safely as soon as possible.

"Let's find a job..." Mo Beicheng didn't know himself, "Go and see if there is any music teacher recruitment, or you can play the violin in the restaurant."

Wen Mingyuan dug out the little change he had left from his pocket and a bunch of spare keys tied with a simple red string, and put them on the table, "Then make your own arrangements today, I'm going to the set today, so I can't take care of it." You are here, here is a spare key for the house, and a little cash, although it is not much, you can take it with you, it is almost enough for travel expenses and meal money, I will not come back for dinner at night and noon, you can do it yourself."

Mo Beicheng nodded. He took the keys and change, twisting the red string with his fingertips.

Wen Mingyuan now always has the feeling that he is taking care of Mo Beicheng, although this kind of support is extremely poor and embarrassing.

Mo Beicheng listened to the sound of reading aloud from downstairs, and unconsciously, he walked to the piano box in the corner.

He suddenly had the courage to play the violin, and opened the button of the violin case. He explained to Wen Mingyuan in embarrassment, "I haven't practiced for a long time, I will practice it, in case I have an interview or something today..."

Wen Mingyuan replied, "You practice, I will also practice my lines later."

The melodious sound of the piano leaked from the strings of Mo Beicheng. While enjoying the sound of the piano and breakfast, Wen Mingyuan really felt that he was living in heaven!It's not how heaven can be so beautiful, and how can there be people who are so angelic...

The sound of reciting lines, the sound of reading, and the sound of the violin, although deep in Mo Beicheng's heart, a certain place is still empty, but he feels an unprecedented hope, which is sprouting and growing in his heart, waiting for a certain day Germinate, branch, and become a towering tree.

Not long after Wen Mingyuan left, Mo Beicheng received a text message from the teacher, to the effect that he felt that Mo Beicheng's behavior of leaving his home was too hasty, and he should discuss it with himself, hoping to meet and talk with Mo Beicheng.

Mo Beicheng originally wanted to delete the text message, but when he saw Wen Mingyuan's M album on the coffee table, Mo Beicheng was silent for a while. He still gave the teacher a location, then packed his things and walked out the door.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take the bunch of keys tied with red strings that Wen Mingyuan gave him.

In the teahouse, Professor Hu was wearing sunglasses to avoid being followed by the media. When he saw Mo Beicheng, he immediately pulled him into the box.

"It's a good thing that you live in a remote place. If I were in the city center, I would be caught by the media again." Professor Hu breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the waiter to bring in a cup of black tea. Don't bother them if there is nothing to do.

Mo Beicheng didn't answer the call, but just looked at his phone.

"Beicheng, you were brought up by the teacher. The teacher did this for your own good. You can't write songs now, so that account can't just be abandoned like this. Now you put it there, every penny of the account's economic benefits, Every second is lost." Professor Hu wanted to grab Mo Beicheng's hand, but Mo Beicheng dodged it.

"I created that account not for money in the first place," Mo Beicheng replied.

For some reason, Wen Mingyuan's angry look lingered in his mind last night.

"It's wrong for you to think that way. You are different now than you were before. You have to recognize the status quo." Professor Hu knocked on the table, "You see that the account M is in your hands, which is just a piece of data, but in In my hand, I know a lot of media people, I can hype, your music, I can also hype the same popularity, so that the M account can bring great economic benefits, and can also change your current situation. "

The real creator of M is Mo Beicheng.

The meaning of M is not Mozart. M has two meanings, one is Mo, and the other is Muse. These two meanings point to a person, the mother of Mo Beicheng, the brilliant pianist in those days, Mo Ya Lan.

The Internet was not so developed back then. The original intention of Mo Beicheng to create this account was to test whether he could create music independently, but he did not expect that the first song would become popular on the Internet, and then thanks to Mo Beicheng's unique musical talent , he soon wrote the second and third pieces, which were equally popular and made the name M an almost mythical name.

But all of this ended very quickly, so quickly... It was almost impossible for people to react, and the light disappeared.

God gave Mo Beicheng a unique gift neatly, and took it back overnight.

Mo Beicheng could no longer write songs.

In such a predicament, Professor Hu invited Mo Beicheng to travel to this city to experience different life and scenery, which may inspire his own creative inspiration, but Mo Beicheng did not expect that this is exactly what Professor Hu laid down. Spreading the net, to eat away at the little remaining use value of oneself.

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