Follow the sound and follow the way

After Fan Xing finished recording, there was only the last player left.It was Mu Kang's first video recording for such a long time, and he hadn't smoked for several hours. His heart was so angry that he wanted to destroy the universe. Even the handsome contestant on the stage became disgusting in Mu Kang's eyes. stand up.

You better hurry up, if you dare to fucking record it twice, I will quit, he thought viciously.

Not only Mu Kang, but everyone in the studio was exhausted. Fang Zhimu rolled his eyes secretly while sighing, and turned to ask the director behind him: "Is this the last one?"

The director even claims to be.

The last boy was not treated as well as Fan Xing. The guest ABC chatted with him casually for 2 minutes, and the director signaled that he could go on.

This hip-hop contestant thoroughly implemented the hip-hop spirit of daring to face challenges, and actually wanted to play the piano in front of the famous pianist Fang Zhimu and the non-famous pianist Mu Kang.

It's really scary for young people, Fang Zhimu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mu Kang.

Mu Kang didn't care, just stared at the table in a daze.

The lights on the stage dimmed, the contestant sat down in front of the piano, the chasing light hit his delicate side face, and the camera was aimed at his ring-wearing hand.From the big screen, it looks like the hands are well-formed and the knuckles are straight, which is the familiar appearance after practicing the piano for many years.

The boy took a deep breath, played the first chord, followed by a melody full of ingenuity, the notes wove a beautiful picture, and it rushed to his face in one breath.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Fang Zhimu, including Mu Kang.

This piece of music is completely Mu Kang's style, even more Mu Kang than Fan Xing's "Persistence" before. "Perseverance" at least follows the melody and emotion of the original song, and this piece of piano is completely followed by the thinking of the great talent Mu.

Several knowledgeable guests immediately turned their heads to look at Mu Kang, with questions in their eyes: Your student?

Mu Kang silently shook his head: I don't know him.

The piano part is about 1 minute. After the boy finished playing, he stood up with the music and took two handsome steps to enter the rap part.

The music is simple and clear from the beginning to the end, and it keeps repeating a melody that most people have never heard, but Mu Kang and Fang Zhimu are familiar with.The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds, and Mu Kang shook his head firmly again.

Fang Zhimu's face slowly sank, and Mu Kang watched the contestants work hard to complete all the performances with a blank expression.

The music ended, the lights came on, and the contestants bowed to everyone sweating profusely.He was so pitiful that he didn't even have a fan club. After the performance, no one in the auditorium screamed for him.

The audience was silent, and all the guests were extremely surprised.

If nothing else, this will be a counterattack that no one expected.

The director desperately gestured at the guest ABC who suddenly went on strike due to a power outage for some reason, but guest C who calmly rescued the scene was the first to react and asked hesitantly, "Which teacher did you work with?"

The boy whispered, "Teacher Wang Xiang."

Guest C looked around: "Teacher Wang didn't come today, did he?"

Boy: "Yes."

Guest C: "You and Mr. Wang Xiang made the whole song together?"

The boy nodded: "Yes."

Guest C breathed a sigh of relief, and said calmly: "I think it's very, very good, completely beyond my expectation, Su Qing, you are No.1 with me."

There was an uproar in the auditorium, and the audience whispered.Su Qing was obviously frightened, and stood on the stage stupidly, with a look of bewilderment.

Guest A has excellent professionalism, and has already started crying silently: "Great, Su Qing, I thought Fan Xing must be the champion, but... woo woo... but you... I... woo woo... ..."

Guest B said with admiration: "Although the rap part is a bit immature, the song as a whole is really well done, and I am willing to give you No.1."

The auditorium gradually warmed up, and everyone stood up and applauded Su Qing. Several mentors who had their own responsibilities also came back to their senses. They cried when they should cry, laughed when they should laugh, nodded when they should nod, and frown when they should frown. The atmosphere was finally joyful returned to normal.

"I shouldn't have asked him anymore. He has enough shots today." Guest C said humorously, and the audience burst into laughter, "But Mr. Mu, I'm sorry, I think I have to listen to your opinion again this time. what do you think?"

Mu Kang stared at Su Qing silently. Since the first season, he had never looked at a player so engrossed, as if he wanted to see every strand of his hair clearly.

Mu Kang said coldly: "I feel very good."

Of course, it's okay, the exclusive theme of Mu Dacai and the work adapted from the piano fragment of "Sleepy Spirit", can it be fucking bad?

Seeing that Fang Zhimu was eager to try, Mu Kang kicked him under the stool.

Fang Zhimu turned to look at him: What are you doing?

Mu Kang shook his head: Don't talk nonsense.

Fang Zhimu stared at him: why?

Mu Kang pointed at Fang Zhimu fiercely: If you tell you not to talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense.

The plagiarized victim didn't say anything. Fang Zhimu could only be regarded as an enthusiastic insider at best. Naturally, he would condemn him on the spot, so he had to roll his eyes helplessly, and leaned back on the chair and stopped talking.

He couldn't understand why the person involved didn't point it out on the spot, because he was the high-spirited pianist Fang Zhimu, not the closed-eyed and sinking composer Mu Kang.

What was plagiarized was Mukang’s student work seven or eight years ago, which had never been published, let alone made a profit. Even if Mukang pointed out on the spot that “this is what I wrote”, there was no recording or other easy-to-understand evidence to directly Indicating that this is Mukang's original work.

The only evidence is a pile of difficult music scores abandoned in the corner of the study, which most people can't understand.

There is Mu Kang's dusty sincerity and buried past.

Abandoned by his own hands.

He let himself forget, and even said "I have long forgotten" in front of Lin Yan. "This is my exclusive music", Mu Kang had no heart, no face, no will, no courage to say the sentence that should have been loud and loud.

The great talent Mu has been rebellious all his life, and only in the face of music, Lin Yan, and wine, will he feel humble and ashamed in his heart.

In the end, Su Qing upset and won the championship. Until the moment when he took the photo with the bonus in his hands, the expression on his face remained between ignorance and shock.Mu Kang saw it and understood that Su Qing was probably tricked by the guest surnamed Wang who didn't show up.

Fang Zhimu stood next to Mu Kang with a smirk and applauded, and asked in a low voice, "Are you not going to mention a word?"

Mu Kang: "No plan."

Fang Zhimu: "Why?"

Mu Kang threatened: "If you ask Lao Tzu again, I won't guide you to play second."

Fang Zhimu: "..."

The piano prince rolled his eyes skillfully towards the sky.

Mu Kang originally thought that this matter could pass away quietly without saying a word, but in fact, Mu Dacai underestimated the influence of the program, and he never expected that "Mu Dacai's three exclusive themes" will be popular among everyone. How heavy is the weight in my son's heart.

On the night when the show was broadcast, Mu Kang was writing tunnel battles in the studio. Suddenly, his phone buzzed frantically. The hot oil crackled and fried the pan, and the conversation flew out.

-Chief: Who is @木康苏青?

-Guan Xiao: Who is @木康苏青?

-Xifeng: Who are you @朋康苏青?

-Xifeng: Who are you @朋康苏青?

-Xifeng: Who are you @朋康苏青?

-Xifeng: Who are you @朋康苏青?

-Guan Xiao: @西峰 well brushed.

- Mukang: I don't know.

-Chief: Don't pretend, he used your song in front of you.

-Mukang: I really don't know him.

-Mu Kang: I don't know where he got it, I only made a song for Fan Xing in the show.

-Chief: What do you mean?

-Guan Xiao: He used it directly, didn't he ask you?

-Mukang: Yes.

-Xifeng: Fuck me! ! !

-Guan Xiao: Is this fucking copyright infringement or plagiarism?

-Chief: Why don't you say it?

-Mu Kang: Su Qing himself didn't know, I guess he was cheated by the cooperating guests.

-Mukang: If I had said that at the time, his future would have been ruined.

-Xifeng: Why didn't Fang Zhimu say anything?

-Mukang: I didn't let him talk.

-chief:……

-Xifeng: Fuck me/his uncle! !

-Guan Xiao: Where did he get this song?

- Mukang: I don't know.

- Mu Kang: Forget it, this matter is over.

There was silence in the group, Mu Kang threw the phone on the table, put the cigarette out in the ashtray, and reached out to light a new one.Nicotine numbs the nerves stimulated by his friends' excitement, and also erases the lingering depression in his heart.

The phone beeped again, and a new message popped up in the group.

-Grandfather: I can't make it through this matter, I absolutely can't make it through.

Mu Kang worked until three o'clock in the morning, and finally couldn't hold on and went home to sleep.The next day's arrangement was originally "fucking sleep until noon." Unfortunately, the weather didn't go as planned. At eight o'clock in the morning, what woke Mu Kang up ruthlessly was neither dreams nor urination, but the long-lost Guan Xiao Telephone.

It took Mu Kang a long time to say "Hello", but he didn't wake up when he heard it.

Guan Xiaoxiao slapped his head and covered his face and asked, "Can you still sleep after such a big incident?"

Mu Kang was still struggling with sleepiness: "... What time is it?"

Guan Xiaoxiao said coldly, "Eight o'clock."

Mu Kang closed his eyes and sighed, "Grandma, I'm sleeping."

Guan Xiao's voice on the phone was so high that it almost resonated with beautiful voice: "That's why I'm curious, why are you still sleeping on such a big matter?"

The sleepy man was shaken away by the soprano's penetrating voice. Mu Kang sat up, took five seconds to relax, and reached out to touch the cigarette on the bedside table: "What's the matter?"

Guan Xiaoxiao: "Don't smoke on the bed."

Mu Kang leaned against the head of the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, looked down at the sparkling sparks, and said indifferently, "Oh."

Guan Xiaoxiao said bluntly, "I know who is behind Su Qing."

Mu Kang: "What is Su Qing?"

Guan Xiaoxiao: "..."

Mu Kang: "Oh, I remembered, that kid."

"We all know the people who support Su Qing." Guan Xiaoxiao paused, "It's Zhang Yusheng."

Mu Kang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood everything.

He wanted to laugh a little, but he wasn't in a good mood to laugh, and the corner of his mouth showed a sarcastic arc: "That's right."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "Right what?"

"A few days ago, Zhang Yusheng came to me for dinner and asked me for the adaptation and performance authorization of "Sleepy Spirit." Mu Kang took a deep breath of cigarettes, "I gave it."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "Did he say it was for Su Qing?"

Mu Kang: "No, he said that he wanted to form a few student orchestras, and wanted to give the adaptation of "Sleepy Spirit" to the orchestra for rehearsal."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "Then Su Qing can't use it."

Mu Kang: "At first, there was no commercial copyright application for "The Sleepy Spirit". The library of Puzi school has it. Since I have agreed to him to use it for adaptation and performance, he can use it for anyone he wants."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "Yes. But whether it's an adaptation or a performance, your name must be signed on it."

Mu Kang took a puff of smoke: "Yes."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "Su Qing didn't sign your name on the song yesterday. They thought he and Wang Xiang wrote it together, so they won the championship."

Mukang: "Yes."

Guan Xiaoxiao: "This is both copyright infringement and plagiarism."

Mu Kang said casually, "Forget it, he's still young."

"Because he is young, there is still a chance to make mistakes." Guan Xiaoxiao said sharply, "There is also a chance to correct."

Mu Kang: "It's not as serious as making a mistake. He doesn't seem to know that the song is mine."

"Then let him know." Guan Xiaoxiao said stubbornly, "This matter can't be settled."

Mu Kang took a puff of the cigarette, swallowed the nicotine deeply into his lungs, and said nothing.

Guan Xiaoxiao on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I know you don't care, hey, I'll talk to you on behalf of other people, put out the cigarette, and listen to me."

It is rare for Miss Guan to be so submissive, Mu Kang was startled: "...Oh."

Guan Xiaoxiao said slowly: "Yesterday my brother called me for a long time, we are really... not like you, Mu Kang, we can't bear it. Although you are a jerk, you are a real genius in your mind, and you can write songs casually. , you can write whatever you want, so you don’t think it’s a big deal, and you can write again anytime anyway.”

"But in our eyes, that's not the case. All your works based on the 'three major themes of Mu's talents' are probably the most awesome contemporary music works that we can see in this life. To some extent To put it bluntly, or to put it a bit pretentiously, we have witnessed history with our own eyes."

"So you understand? We cherish and cherish them very much. Even if their creators don't care anymore, we still want to protect and treat them well, because they may be famous in history."

Guan Xiao's voice was a little choked up: "We can't bear it, someone changed them to look like neither human nor ghost, and foolishly took them out to show off, obviously...Obviously the original work is not like this, the original work is so good A lot."

Mu Kang was silent with a cigarette in his mouth, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He opened his mouth, his dark pupils were engraved with deep sadness, he wanted to say that I was not that good anymore, and was stopped by my lingering self-esteem and unwillingness, so I couldn't admit it with my own mouth.

The sound of sizzling electricity passed through the receiver, conveying a silent sigh with mixed feelings.

After a long time, Mu Kang finally said, "What do you want?"

"Actually, I'm just telling you politely, and I don't need your consent." Guan Xiaoxiao resumed his usual domineering manner, and said firmly, "I've already made an agreement with Fang Zhimu when I post on Weibo at night, when the time comes @ You, tell Wang Junfeng."