Brilliant

Mo Beicheng noticed that Wen Mingyuan always seemed to have something on his mind. He was busy writing songs to earn money and never asked about it. He didn't know until Sun Junliang called him.What Sun Junliang meant was to ask him to help persuade Wen Mingyuan not to cause trouble for himself with those fancy things.Mo Beicheng just understood the whole thing, but didn't say anything about it.

In the final analysis, he respects any choice made by Wen Mingyuan. Wen Mingyuan can do whatever he likes and act whatever he likes.

But he still has to work hard to earn money... Only in this way can he provide Wen Mingyuan with the capital to squander.

As a musician, he was almost surrounded by the smell of copper, and Mo Beicheng continued to write songs.For the past two days, Wen Mingyuan lived in the film crew, and he wrote songs wantonly at home.Mo Beicheng hadn't gone to bed for two consecutive nights. When he was tired, he lay down on the table next to the piano for a while, and his whole body sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fortunately, Wen Mingyuan was not here, otherwise he would drag himself to sleep again.

But when it comes to Cao Cao and Cao Cao, this rule really applies to any era. Mo Beicheng was just glad that Wen Mingyuan was not at home. In a blink of an eye, Wen Mingyuan returned home with his luggage.The crew was going to the Beijing University to shoot scenes, and Wen Mingyuan would go home to sleep tonight, and happened to be discussing this matter with Mo Beicheng.

As soon as Wen Mingyuan got home, he heard the sound from the piano room. He walked to the door of the piano room and knocked on the door.

Mo Beicheng came over and opened the door with a pair of panda eyes. Wen Mingyuan almost laughed when he saw it: "You stayed up late again? I feel like you have been staying up late since you came back from my house... What's wrong? Studio Do you have any new missions?"

"I want to earn more money," Mo Beicheng leaned against Wen Mingyuan's arms twice like a coquettish big child.

"There's no need to work so hard, isn't there me?" Wen Mingyuan rubbed Mo Beicheng's head.

Just at this time, Wen Mingyuan's cell phone rang.

Mo Beicheng yawned, and inadvertently glanced at the contact notes on his phone—302, what does this mean?

Wen Mingyuan gestured to Mo Beicheng to silence, and then pressed the green answer button.

"Oh, thank God, you didn't change your number," a middle-aged woman's voice came from the opposite side, "Xiao Wen, I'm Aunt Zhu, the one who lived downstairs before you and had a girl who took the college entrance examination at home, you do you remember?"

"Remember, Aunt Zhu," Wen Mingyuan replied, "What can I do for you?"

"I heard that you are now a big star, congratulations," Aunt Zhu changed her tone immediately after saying congratulatory words, "Isn't there a girl in my family who is going to take the college entrance examination... Hey, this girl has to repeat Going to study art, hey, the college entrance examination will be in a few months, she is thinking about this all day, what do you think should I do? This child was close to you before, see if you can help my aunt Advise her."

"This..." Wen Mingyuan looked up at Mo Beicheng, "Aunt Zhu, if she really likes it, it would be nice to let her learn art."

"No, this child is not deterministic. I will talk about this today, and I will talk about that tomorrow." Aunt Zhu became anxious when she heard this. What do you think I should do?"

Hearing Aunt Zhu's tone, Wen Mingyuan quickly shook Mo Beicheng who was leaning on him.

"Okay, wait for me," Wen Mingyuan said, "I'll be right over."

Wen Mingyuan hung up the phone, looked at Mo Beicheng who was leaning against him and was about to fall asleep, and coaxed: "Little brother, go to bed and sleep, I'll be right back after I have something to do."

Mo Beicheng slept in a daze, but his intuition told him not to let Wen Mingyuan leave him.

He took Wen Mingyuan's hand and whispered, "I'm going too."

Wen Mingyuan squeezed his hand, "But you are too sleepy now, you need to rest."

Mo Beicheng, who was exhausted to the extreme, showed abnormal stubbornness. He took Wen Mingyuan's hand and wanted to follow along.Wen Mingyuan had no choice but to coax him to go out with him.

Wen Mingyuan drove to the place where he used to live, and took Mo Beicheng up the stairs.Aunt Zhu had been waiting for them at the door for a long time, and Aunt Zhu's husband was standing beside her.The man was an honest and responsible person, and he was not very good at talking, so he just took Wen Mingyuan home.

"Don't say anything if you're being polite, go and see Weiwei quickly," Aunt Zhu said, "She's in the room inside."

Wen Mingyuan knocked on Weiwei's door, and when he turned the handle, he found that the door was locked from the inside, so he could only call Weiwei's name.Fortunately, Weiwei was still willing to communicate with Wen Mingyuan. She reluctantly opened the door and let Wen Mingyuan and Mo Beicheng in.

Wen Mingyuan could see that the little girl had cried just now, and the corners of her eyes were still red.

"My mother is talking about me everywhere again!" Weiwei began to complain about her mother as soon as she sat down.

"She's afraid that you won't be able to think about it," Wen Mingyuan comforted. "Your mother told me that you want to repeat your studies and then study art. Why do you suddenly want to study art?"

"I......"

Weiwei hugged the plush doll in her hand and buried her face in it.

"Which aspect do you want to learn, broadcasting? Directing? Painting? Or musical instruments?" Wen Mingyuan asked.

"You can learn anything," Weiwei replied, "I am willing to learn..."

Wen Mingyuan felt something was wrong when he heard this, so he asked in a low voice: "Can you tell me why you want to study art?"

"I..." Weiwei was stunned for a moment, and then slowly said, "My current grades can only be an ordinary one at most. If I can learn art, with my culture class grades, I can go to a good university."

Wen Mingyuan understood what she meant, everyone wanted to take the easier path.

"But Weiwei, do you know? Not only do you need cultural grades, you also need to pass the art test," Wen Mingyuan replied, "You didn't tell me just now which direction you want to study art, does that mean you don't have I don't like it."

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not, as long as you can go to a good university." Weiwei said.

Wen Mingyuan was shocked by her precocity and view of interests at a young age, "But if you don't like it, you have no motivation to do it well. If you really like something, even if you waste all your time on it If you don’t like it, even if you force yourself to learn, you will not be able to achieve efficient learning. Weiwei, art is a very sacred career. When you choose him At the same time, he is also choosing you. I don't want you to tarnish this career with the so-called 'easy', 'simple', and 'can enter a better university'. And learning art is not as easy as you think, many Students have paid a lot of money to get into their ideal university. They not only have to study art courses, but also cultural courses. Most people have paid corresponding sweat behind their brilliance, and you can’t belittle them like this.”

"I just...I just feel that I have worked hard for a long time and my grades have not improved," Weiwei cried, "I just want to find an easier way to walk."

"I've already taken a big step forward, do you think you are worse than me?" Wen Mingyuan took out a tissue to wipe her tears, "You will definitely catch up with me."

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