Brilliant

Wen Mingyuan has been busy with the contract these days.

Mo Beicheng was originally worried that Wen Mingyuan had been waiting for the approval for so long, and he might have signed the contract in a flash of his head, and would be in trouble if something went wrong.Unexpectedly, Wen Mingyuan was not such a person. He deliberated over the contract over and over again, and even asked a law firm to review it for him.

There is no way, after struggling for so long, Wen Mingyuan is cautious about every step of success.In the past few years he has been in this city, he has witnessed many people's bloody and tearful history of wrong steps. He treats himself more and more cautiously.

Seeing his attitude, Mo Beicheng was relieved. He didn't know much about the contracts in the entertainment industry, and he couldn't give Wen Mingyuan any advice, so Mo Beicheng didn't ask any more questions.

It's just noon now, and everyone in the film and television city went to eat. Jiang Haishan took Wei Qiumiao to take advantage of this time to buy some fruits. The lemons in the store were selling too fast, so I had to go to the nearby market to see if there were still lemons coming. To make up the number, Xiao Liang would go to a nearby restaurant to help and earn some extra money every time this time came.Mo Beicheng was the only one left in the store now.Mo Beicheng had nothing to do, playing with the bluetooth speakers in the store.Yesterday Wei Qiumiao taught him how to link the phone to the Bluetooth speaker. Mo Beicheng watched Wei Qiumiao do it several times but didn't remember it. He wanted to try it now.

While Mo Beicheng was playing around, a little girl's sweet voice came from outside the store: "Dad, I want to drink this."

When the little girl opened the door and came in, the wind chimes rang through the glass door. Mo Beicheng looked down at the little girl who was not as tall as the counter, and was pointing at the newly launched strawberry milkshake that was advertised in the store.

"Lulu, this sugar is too high, you can't drink it!" Soon a man followed the little girl and walked in. Mo Beicheng was looking at the little girl's chubby face and big black bright eyes, and didn't notice at all. The man who walked in.

"Beicheng..." The man called out Mo Beicheng's name, which caught Mo Beicheng's attention. He looked up at the man with a familiar face, and suddenly recalled the tragic past that tortured him a year ago. Holding Mo Beicheng gave him a headache.

Mo Beicheng pretended to be fine, and replied, "What a coincidence, Shen Fengming."

"Why are you here? How is your family?" Shen Fengming asked eagerly, completely ignoring that his little daughter was pulling his trouser leg, clamoring for a milkshake.

"Is this your daughter?" Mo Beicheng ignored his question, walked out from the counter, squatted in front of Lulu and said to her, "Can I buy you a drink, uncle?"

"Okay..." Lulu was a little shy, she carefully hid behind her father, then nodded.

"Lu Lu, call Uncle quickly." Shen Fengming could see that Mo Beicheng was avoiding him. He didn't dare to ask further questions, but just patted Lu Lu on the back, "Uncle belongs to Dad..."

"It's a friend." Mo Beicheng rushed to answer, then took a basin of ice from the freezer and started making milkshakes.

After a while Wei Qiumiao came back, Shen Fengming insisted on talking with Mo Beicheng, he asked Wei Qiumiao to look after the child for him, and then sat down with Mo Beicheng under the sun shed at the entrance of the store.

The weather was a bit hot, and the awning dissipated most of the heat. Mo Beicheng was fascinated by the light reflected by the noon sun on the white floor tiles, like the white snow that did not belong to this season.

"What's going on with you? Why do you work here? Does your father not care? What about your brother?" Shen Fengming raised a bunch of questions as soon as he sat down.

Mo Beicheng was unwilling to answer, but said like a stranger, "I can handle my own affairs."

Shen Fengming's restless heart suddenly fell into an ice cellar, "You still haven't forgiven what I did back then, have you?"

Mo Beicheng shook his head: "It's all small things..."

Although he said so, Mo Beicheng fell into the memory inadvertently.

Back then, Mo Beicheng and Shen Fengming met through the introduction of the elders of the family. They were equally talented and prosperous. Although Mo Beicheng was withdrawn by nature, he and Shen Fengming could still speak a few words, but they didn't get to know each other very well.At that time, Mo Beicheng pretended to be the second-generation ancestor who was obsessed with music, and followed his mother's ass to perform all over the world, but secretly, without telling his stubborn mother, he wrote several songs that in his mother's eyes were deviant. song.

At that time, Mo Beicheng himself was talented and extremely picky. The works that he didn't like were turned around and thrown into the trash can. The remaining few good songs were changed casually and sent to the account M.

Mo Beicheng's parents didn't know about Mo Beicheng writing songs on the Internet, but Mo Beicheng's good friends did know a little bit.

However, I don't know how Shen Fengming found out. All in all, in the evening of a certain day, Shen Fengming suddenly visited Mo's house.

Shen Fengming himself doesn't know anything about music, but his family owns an entertainment company. In order to show off, he has to say that Shen Fengming is a talented musician and can write music.In fact, Shen Fengming couldn't even tell the difference between playing cotton and playing the piano.But the family wanted to save face, and bought several ghostwriters to write songs, and then signed Shen Fengming's name.This matter is also common in the industry, and everyone knows it well, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.At that time, several of Shen Fengming's ghostwriters happened to encounter something, and they didn't have time to write songs, and the company had recruited a few newcomers. Beicheng said he wanted to buy Mo Beicheng's songs, the ones in the trash can would do.

As a result, Mo Beicheng turned his face on the spot and blasted Shen Fengming out.

Shen Fengming was also surprised, you said you don't want to sell it if you don't want to sell it, why are you so angry.

For this matter, Shen Fengming remembered Mo Beicheng's enmity for several years, and he didn't know that Mo Beicheng's father had cheated on him until another family gathering later, and Mo Beicheng's mother had become mentally abnormal since then.And since Mo Beicheng's father moved into his lover's house, Mo Beicheng's mother has been in financial crisis.

Shen Fengming suddenly understood why Mo Beicheng's face was so pale that day. He thought that Shen Fengming was giving himself alms.

Under such circumstances, Shen Fengming's proposal to let Mo Beicheng be his ghostwriter was simply adding insult to injury, adding a handful of salt to the wounds of this young man who had already lost his dignity.

From then on, Shen Fengming always wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to Mo Beicheng, but soon Mo Beicheng disappeared, and there was no news about him. There was also news that Mo Beicheng committed suicide in the circle of the second generation ancestors.

I didn't expect to see him here today.

"I was really sorry for you back then. I didn't know that something like that happened to your family." Shen Fengming apologized sincerely.

"It's all over," Mo Beicheng smiled. He didn't care on the surface, looking at Lulu who was holding a milkshake and drinking, "Are you married? The children are already this old."

Shen Fengming didn't answer. In fact, when he got married, he once sent an invitation to Mo Beicheng's original place of residence, but in the end there was no answer.

"Where do you live now? Is it hard to work here?" Shen Fengming asked.

"Living with friends, it's okay, it's not very hard." Mo Beicheng casually said a few words, "I'm living a pretty good life now. Oh, by the way, don't tell others that I'm here, I don't want to be caught by them When tourist attractions come and visit.”

Although Mo Beicheng didn't grow up in the country since he was a child, his parents always had trade relations with the country, and many people here knew Mo Beicheng.

"Well, I know that." Shen Fengming nodded, "Why don't you come to work in our company, our family has an entertainment company here."

Hearing the word "entertainment company", Mo Beicheng looked up at Shen Fengming, and asked, "What entertainment company?"

"Ruanshi Entertainment, have you heard of it?" Shen Fengming replied.

Mo Beicheng shook his head. He thought it would be the family that Wen Mingyuan was talking about signing. When he heard that it was not, Mo Beicheng quickly rejected Shen Fengming's proposal: "I work here very well, and I don't want to move for the time being."

At this time, Lulu, who had finished drinking the milkshake, ran over bouncingly, ignoring her father. She ran in front of Mo Beicheng, grabbed Mo Beicheng's trouser leg and said, "Lulu finished drinking."

The little girl had an expression of "Praise me when I'm done drinking". Mo Beicheng liked children, so he bent down and patted her head and said, "Lulu is finished drinking, Lulu is so good!"

Shen Fengming pulled her daughter away in embarrassment, and didn't know what went wrong in the process of raising her daughter. Lulu couldn't walk when she saw a good-looking singer in the company, and she insisted on chatting with others. Now she saw Mo Beicheng even more It was a look that even my father didn't want.

"Then I'll take Lulu back first." Shen Fengming took out a business card and a banknote from his wallet and handed them to Mo Beicheng. "If you need anything, come and find me. This is my business card."

"I'll keep the business card, but I don't need the money." Mo Beicheng returned the money, "I've agreed to buy Lulu a drink."

Shen Fengming originally planned to shirk it, but thinking that the two of them had an unhappy fight over money back then, afraid of repeating the same mistakes, he took the money back.

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