The next morning, after Xie Lan washed up with sleepy eyes, Dou Sheng was no longer in the room.
Dou Sheng and Xiao Ma were talking downstairs, Xie Lan went down and asked, "Is your stomach better?"
Dou Sheng hummed, "It's much better."
Xiao Ma greeted warmly, "Boss Zhao is catching a plane after five o'clock, I'll deliver breakfast, you two hurry up and go to school."
Xie Lan nodded to say good morning, sat down and took a piece of bread.
Xiao Ma turned around to pour the juice, and Dou Sheng suddenly said: "Station B...seems to be a bit rhythmic."
Xie Lan didn't react, "What rhythm?"
"Arrangement." Dou Sheng hesitated, "The personal work you handed over to "Youth on the String" seems to be a bit similar to an original SilentWaves on Youtube."
"Um?"
Xie Lan froze for a moment, then poked on the small TV.
In his latest post announcing the opening of Weibo, there were some strange voices in the front row of comments--
Why don't you explain the plagiarism? -
Let Lan Zai come out and explain-
This seems to be a big deal... A certain group had six posts this morning-
That spectrum hammer is so solid-
Lan Zai, take a look at these posts: #网络链接#-
Crying, if there is a misunderstanding, explain it as soon as possible, mom is afraid that you will dirty the feathers
Xie Lan frowned and clicked on the link.
"A certain airborne boss in the music area of station B, I would like to call it a clone of God S on YouTube"
What's the meaning?
Xie Lan frowned and said, "Uh... this verb, why did you pick me up?"
Dou Sheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Oh, this pickling doesn't mean pulling you in action, it's skinning."
Xie Lan was even more shocked, "Huh?"
Dou Sheng scratched his hair helplessly, "Hey, my mind is a little dull, skinning is also a special word, it probably means uncovering some unknown secrets."
"Oh." Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief.
Scared to death.
The main text of the post is a comparison of large paragraphs of text and music score, mixed with a lot of "black words" that Xie Lan can't understand, four to five thousand words can be scanned at a glance. Following the idea of doing reading comprehension for exams, Xie Lan tried to read for five minutes, but couldn't understand, so she gave up decisively.
He directly clicked on the comparison chart of the first score, and then swipe to the right to read the scores one by one.
After reading a few pictures, he understood.
It means that he "plagiarized" several pieces of evidence from another arrangement of his own.
This person is very professional, and he was able to pick up his piano score. It took a lot of time and money. The first few sheets are all adaptations of the anime OP. His account and YouTube account are two creations and three creations. There is nothing to say, and it is probably just to join the battle. Xie Lan turned over directly, turned all the way backwards, and turned to the end, her fingertips paused.
Finally, there is the song on the voting page of "The Boy on the String", his own original demo.
The comparison picture is an original song he played on YouTube. It has no name, but it has the number "048"
Xie Lan clicked on the text above the picture.
[The style of all works of a certain person is strangely similar to SilentWaves (hereinafter referred to as S God), the logic of the climax, the rhythm of emotional advancement, the bowing of several "famous station B", the way of cutting in and fading out, but these They are all illusory things, the most hammering is this paragraph. The two bars before entering the main theme are at least 80% similar to the two bars before the climax in S God's "048". If you compare the above songs, you will find that these chords are most commonly used by S God as pads , also used multiple times by someone. Those who have studied music will know at a glance that this arrangement is very unique, and it is not a popular sound collection.
Finally, I want to say that I'm not sure whether this constitutes plagiarism on a professional level, but is Xie Lan's real ex bullying most people who are too lazy to break through the wall to isolate information? This kind of person is also worthy of the so-called "head up from the sky"? can't read. 】
Xie Lan was shocked.
He switched back to a few pictures made by the man.
It really is.
Allegro
When turning to the Adagio melody, he will use these chords to follow along, and he will use it smoothly without realizing it.
He clicked his tongue, frowned and looked at the passage again, "What does ex mean?"
Dou Sheng paused, "Anyway, I'm scolding you, so there's no need to make it too clear."
"oh."
Xie Lan sighed, switched back to station B, and replied to the hot comment at the top that asked him to explain.
"There is no plagiarism, you can check the standards of music plagiarism, don't be led away."
The standard for judging plagiarism in the industry is eight bars, and sometimes four bars whose melody similarity is too high will also be judged. But his two bars are not exactly the same, and it is not a melody, which is used to pad the sound, and professionals understand it.
"Is that all right?" Xie Lan took a bite of the bread.
He was still very sleepy, thinking about taking another nap in the car.
Dou Sheng carefully looked at the comments under that post for a while, hesitated for a moment before saying: "I hope so."
However, the situation is still not as expected.
In the past two days, he has been talking about hard stuff in chemistry and biology, plus preparing for the weekly language test, the workload is a bit heavy, Xie Lan has not cared about surfing the Internet. When I got home from school on Thursday, I received a contact from the official staff of "The Boy on the String".
"We have found someone to analyze and compare that part of the DEMO. It does not constitute plagiarism, but the public opinion is a bit strong, which will affect your results. I suggest you deal with it."
"We'll also post an announcement on the page/handshake"
Xie Lan was stunned for a while before realizing what they were talking about. He opened Weibo casually, and found that his recent Weibo and dynamics had exploded-
After plagiarizing God S, you hide and don't respond? -
Do you think your explanation is useful? -
Can you deny that you have "borrowed" too much if it does not constitute plagiarism? -
I like your style very much, but I didn't expect you to take someone else's style, goodbye-
Every day I click on the feed to say good morning to Lan Zai, I am really speechless, Lan Zai is preparing to explain, can't I give him some time? -
Do you live in his house? How do you know he's ready to explain, not run? -
Let Ermao give an explanation, if you really do something wrong, you will apologize, and Doufen doesn't feel good after seeing it.
Xie Lan frowned and condemned for a long time, then went to have a look at Dou Sheng.
Dou Sheng has also been asked about his dynamics in the past two days. Although his voice is not as loud as his side, it is still a bit annoying.
I'm speechless about this.
Plagiarism of arrangement is obviously not constituted, the so-called similar style - Xie Lan is very convinced that all the songs labeled "original" that have been shown after returning to China have been de-stylized as much as possible. The Youtube period was a trough in his life, he wanted a fresh start, and he was not willing to inherit certain styles at all.
This kind of boring dirty water, people who know a little bit will scoff at it, and they don't know what to explain. Should I ask him to analyze with everyone what constitutes style imitation?
Dou Sheng came over and sighed: "Chinese is going to be tested weekly, I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would be upset. I have already communicated with the animation party, and they will post the results of the professional appraisal on the voting page later. The navy is taking the rhythm, there is no other way but to wait for the onlookers to figure it out and calm down. I will also ask a few friends to post some professional posts. If you say it's useless, it's easier to get caught by a third-party tone. believe."
Xie Lan hummed.
The private messages were all scolding, and it really affected his mood at this point, so he didn't bother to read it.
"Can you know who is leading the rhythm?"
Dou Sheng shook his head, "If you look at it from the perspective of interests, it may be Aze, or you squeezed Aze in terms of business resources, Aze lowered the price and squeezed down, and squeezed other UPs. I am asking someone to check for me. Wait for the result."
Xie Lan sighed, "That's the only way."
Dou Sheng came over and squeezed his hand, "I don't think you should think too much. After the announcement is posted, the situation will always be reversed slowly. Let's finish tomorrow's Chinese weekly test first."
"Um."
Fortunately, Xie Lan did well in the Chinese weekly test. After the test, he went directly to Lao Qin's office to check the answers and approve the composition on the spot. Lao Qin roughly estimated that it would be around seventy-five.
Xie Lan was in a better mood. When he came home from school, there were some voices on the Internet who were helping to explain. At this point, he didn't have much hope for the position of chief arranger.
On Friday night, the turmoil was about to pass, he felt a little more relaxed, and took a group of high-definition photos of Wutong with Dou Sheng, gathered together Jiugongge and posted on Weibo.
During the one-day provincial training on Saturday, Xie Lan was in the middle of his noon class, when Che Ziming suddenly turned around and said, "Lan, it seems that your matter is not over yet."
"Huh?" Xie Lan was stunned.
On the screen of Che Ziming's mobile phone was Aze's Weibo, he whispered: "You can read it again."
Overnight, the rhythm that had just subsided rose again.
This time, the other party changed their starting point, from cracking down on music plagiarism to cracking down on this style of "imitation" that is well versed in industry rules.
This time the post is much shorter, the words are very powerful, and the rhythm is good. After reading it, Xie Lan felt that it made sense.
The truth is very reasonable.
But the problem is that this post gave him a lot of unwarranted hats.
Dou Sheng frowned, "This person is going to fuck you to death. Even if he doesn't hit the ground running, he can shake a lot of your audience. Passers-by will not delve into the truth, they only look at the rhythm. Believe in any excitement ,no way."
Xie Lan hummed, remembering that Che Zi's phone screen was turned on just now.
"Did Aze come out and take the lead in talking about me?" He asked casually.
Dou Sheng paused, "No... no..."
Xie Lan has already clicked on Aze's homepage.
@威尔令阿泽君: It's okay to follow the booing and rhythm everywhere, but you still come to me to force you, isn't it sick? One by one came to ask me what I think, and to tell you, I will only say three words: it does not constitute! God S doesn't have much presence in the eyes of the domestic public, but he will become an old fan of S. Let me tell you, look through how many videos that pay tribute to S in my career, and don't copy them from me. The results of the professional appraisal are there, what is there to be stubborn about? Xie Lan's bullshit is over. Is it so difficult to admit that a person's bullshit is so difficult? If you can't plagiarize, just imitate the style. I beg my audience, I won't talk about passers-by. How many times have I popularized these basic common sense? If the bow technique can be regarded as imitation, the arrangement structure of ebb and flow can also be regarded as imitation, burning and sadness can be regarded as imitation, then there will only be three or two patriarchs in the world, don't be fans of any of you, and don't need to Follow me now! Also, I'm very irritable right now, it's best not to fuck me up in the comment section, or you'll just imitate me! !
Xie Lan: "?"
He was shocked: "Did my Chinese comprehension go wrong again... Why did this person change his face?"
Dou Sheng was obviously also quite frightened. He watched it over and over several times, and said uncertainly: "Maybe...he has intensively studied Sichuan Opera Face Changing."
Xie Lan was shocked, "What kind of mysterious oriental magic is that?"
Bewilderment accompanied Xie Lan all day long, even surpassing the shock brought to him by the overwhelming number of sunspots.
The most puzzling thing is that Aze seems to have been winded up by magic, and he actually sparred with netizens on the 800th floor in the comment area. From the fight at noon to the evening, Xie Lan went home after class, and he was still outputting passion. The prince of the elegant violin "Walling" was broken, and he was given the nickname "Aze, the keyboard player".
It's not just passers-by, who clicked in from the Weibo ID, and he directly responded to several of his senior fans, the kind with "AZ (Aze)" in the ID suffix.
It's not just Xie Lan and Dou Sheng who are confused, but also Aze's millions of fans-
Ze, if you get kidnapped, you blink-
Oh my god, did Xie Lan steal his account? -
It's possible... You see, Xie Lan has been silent for so many days, maybe he went to learn computer technology... -
I don't want to discuss what's going on with Xie Lan right now, I just want to take Aze to see his mind, I'm really worried...-
I'm also worried... Aze wants to start a live broadcast? I want to check on you and make sure you're safe...-
Whispered, it was embarrassing to beat our family last time, did Aze get that Alzheimer?
syndrome? -
Upstairs, are you talking about Stockholm Syndrome? -
Alzheimer's is dementia, Stockholm is falling in love with a perpetrator or a criminal...please sort out your thoughts again
Xie Lan swiped all the way down, confused all the way, more and more confused.
Tonight is the game decompression game that Dou Sheng and his fans have already made an appointment with. It is his monthly practice of doing UP, playing old games casually, and chatting with the barrage.
After returning home, Dou Sheng warmed up a bowl of porridge in the refrigerator, drank it with Xilihulu, and then took a stomach medicine.
Xie Lan was a little worried and said, "Should I go to the hospital?"
Dou Sheng waved his hand, "It won't hurt. I haven't eaten for the past two days. I'm afraid it will recur. Let's strengthen it."
Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then you can broadcast live, I will go back to the room and write the competition paper, if you feel uncomfortable, you must call me."
Dou Sheng hummed.
Xie Lan took the bag and walked up the stairs, and he called out from behind: "Xie Lan."
Xie Lan turned his head, and Dou Sheng chased after him.
"What's wrong?"
"No." Dou Sheng paused, and asked in a low voice, "I just want to make sure, are you sure you don't want to respond?"
Xie Lan thought for a while, "It's really impossible to explain the plagiarism of the style. Even if I explain it in English, I don't know what to say. It's too out of thin air. This is the end of the matter, wait for everyone to calm down."
Dou Sheng said: "But your popularity will be affected, not to mention, this time the position of the chief composer of "The Boy on the String" is totally unnecessary."
Xie Lan sighed, "Let's go with fate."
He really wanted this opportunity, but even without this accident, there was a high probability that he would not be able to compare with Jiada.
Just keep trying. He is really interested in composition, and it would be good to spend some energy after class to supplement some professional foundation.
Xie Lan continued to go upstairs, but Dou Sheng didn't follow. When he reached the top of the stairs, Xie Lan hissed again, "Are you saying that Ze is an enemy or a friend? I really thought he was trying to harm me, but He spoke for me today and it was true."
Dou Sheng was subtly silent when he heard the words, "It's fine to keep silent if you're doing something behind the scenes, if you don't have to come out and act, it's cerebral palsy to scold your fans like that... I'm even worried that he lost more fans than you this time."
Xie Lan hummed.
"When was the last time you dealt with him?" Dou Sheng asked again.
"Just the last live broadcast."
Xie Lan's last impression of Aze was the live fight. After he finished playing all the pieces, Aze left with only one sentence of "I've been taught" and then deleted the previous yin and yang dynamics. He hasn't looked for trouble since then .
After that, several waves of his videos erupted, and every time he happened to overwhelm Aze's update, crushing Aze to pieces, but Aze didn't make a sound.
Including business, MR.X secretly said that Aze's business quotation line has been lowered a bit, and the order of cafes among the top UP masters in the same district is very important on the brand side.
In fact, Xie Lan exposed a lot in that fight, and he had a vague guess that maybe Aze saw something in that live broadcast.
Of course, it is not ruled out that it is a coquettish operation after doing bad things. He has fought many big bloggers on Youtube, and his hearts are complicated, especially those who are at the top of the industry, everyone is a polyhedron.
"Don't think about it so much, I'll ask a friend to check for me." Dou Sheng said reassuringly, "It's too obvious that I was hacked this time, and I will find out sooner or later."
Xie Lan nodded.
"Dou Sheng."
"Um?"
Xie Lan hesitated for a while, "Haven't you ever doubted it?"
"Do you doubt what?" Dou Sheng was slightly taken aback, "Do you doubt you?"
Xie Lan nodded.
"No, never."
Dou Sheng's eyes were calm and gentle. He hesitated to speak a few times, and finally said softly: "I think Aze may know something."
Xie Lan: "Huh?"
Dou Sheng didn't explain this sentence, just went upstairs and went back to the room, and said while turning on the computer: "But it doesn't matter. I understand who you are better than anyone, no matter the past or the present."
*
Back in the room, Xie Lan was still a little dazed.
It was Dou Sheng's words that lingered over and over in his mind.
I understand who you are better than anyone.
Whether past or present.
Many absurd thoughts flashed through his mind. After listening to the sound of the game from the speaker next door, he clicked on Dou Sheng's Weibo for a long time.
Dou Sheng is a person who talks a lot on the Internet, the weather, his mood, the snacks at hand, the newly bought lens, the nice song he heard recently, Wutong didn't bury himself in the toilet today... He will post big and small things on Weibo to chat with everyone .
Xie Lan hesitated for a moment, then typed "Paganini" in the search box on his homepage.
The system prompts: [No matching Weibo can be found]
Can't find it.
The violinist who appreciates it so much has never mentioned it.
Xie Lan's heart trembled, his fingers paused on the input box, and it took him a long time to re-enter.
Silent Waves
[Can't find any Weibo that meets the criteria]
nothing.
The moment he was hit by disappointment, Xie Lan realized what he was expecting in his heart.
He stared at the bean head for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be only the sound of games next door, and Dou Sheng didn't say much.
He put on his headphones and clicked on Dou Sheng's live broadcast room.
On the big screen is the game screen. Dou Sheng's avatar is in the small box in the lower right corner, wearing headphones on his head, staring at the screen to play the game.
Unlike the usual live broadcast, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his expression was a little cold.
Today's barrage style is different from usual.
Although most of them are still chatting about games or making jokes, there are always some harsh words mixed in-
Why don't you explain about Xie Lan-
Is Xie Lan there? Is Xie Lan there? Is Xie Lan there-
Bean ever heard of SilentWaves-
That arrangement does look like, the two passages accused of plagiarism are especially like-
It's two bars not two paragraphs...you guys are really enough, it's all clarified-
It does not constitute plagiarism, but there is always imitation, right? -
Did you know that Xie Lan imitated you? -
The previous ones have been reported, this is the Douzi live broadcast room-
Love to watch, don't watch and roll, how about with Nima's rhythm? -
But Douzi Xie Lan is bound now, why don't people ask?
The situation was not right. At first, the number of questioning barrages was not too many, but after the two parties quarreled, the barrages increased sharply. No one watched the game anymore, and all the barrages were tearing up.
Dou Cheng frowned more and more, and after a while he explained a few words about the game, but no one paid any attention.
Xie Lan couldn't sit still.
He is not a newcomer to the self-media in the true sense. He is very clear that this kind of peer competition is inevitable. Although he is upset, his mentality is still peaceful. Rather than acknowledging his identity on the Internet and being bound to the past, he would rather let everyone discuss it for a while.
But the premise is that all losses stop at himself.
He couldn't watch Dou Sheng being disturbed because of him.
Just as he was about to get up to explain, there was a bang in the earphone.
Dou Sheng threw the mouse on the table with a stern expression. The Japanese samurai controlled by him kicked a beautiful combo in the air with the toss of the mouse. hit-
What are you doing so loudly? -
The anchor is using the mouse to vent? Hit us? -
You guys are sick, it's because of the combo just now-
I'm convinced, is this your first time watching Douzi live broadcast? ? -
Why are there so many sunspots tonight, so annoying-
I'm not a sunspot, I'm a fan, and I think he's mad too
Dou Sheng glanced at the barrage, and turned off the game with a blank expression.
After a long time, he said coldly, "I'm losing my temper."
There was a hollow silence in the earphones, so quiet that the slight sound of electric current could be heard.
Dou Sheng looked at the barrage, his black eyes revealed an unfamiliar sense of distance, and concealed a trace of disappointment.
Xie Lan has never seen him staring at the barrage with such eyes, as if he is separated from the screen
Watching those fans.
After a long time, he raised his hand, which seemed to be towards his stomach, and then lowered it in mid-air.
He whispered: "Today is my live broadcast, happy game at the end of every month, just me and you. Our repertoire, whether Xie Lan comes to my house or not, has not changed."
"Don't talk about anything else, the most basic speaking rules must be followed. I said at the beginning that I am the only live broadcast today, and I only play games and don't mention anything else. Asking, tearing up, and scolding?"
His voice in the earphones is very low, but the low and shallow magnetism has an undeniable aura.
He seemed a little restless, moved, and once again stretched out his hand to cover his stomach, but changed his direction halfway, and only took a sip of water.
It took him a long time to speak again, and said calmly: "I don't want to quarrel with the barrage, I'm old UP, when to turn on the microphone, and when to play dead, I know very well."
"But you see, the popularity value here is not much higher than usual. What does this mean? The black people or so-called passers-by who poured in don't account for much of it. There are also old fans who scolded me just now, and they all have signs. I'm not blind. It happened suddenly, and I can understand that you have doubts and anger. But still the same sentence, plagiarism is not a fact, and style imitation is even more empty. The reason why there is an illusion of style imitation is because there are hundreds Eighty-tenths of the examples are anime OP replays, Xie Lan originally changed it on the basis of S, of course there are similarities."
The barrage quarreled again, this time about the definition of style imitation.
"If you offend some people's moral cleanliness, then unfollow me. I have nothing to say. If you are a new fan, you will go all the way. If you are an old fan, the fate is not enough. I am sorry."
Dou Sheng looked away again, paused, and clicked on the game folder, as if he wanted to pick another game.
He looked calm as usual, but his black eyes were a little absent-minded, and he stared blankly at a certain place on the screen for a while before gathering some energy to continue playing the game.
Dou Sheng cares most about fans.
Xie Lan remembers very clearly that Dou Sheng mentioned his fans many times before they knew each other.
He said that this group of people love to talk, love to make troubles, have no face and skin, don't get into oil and salt, and pay their IQ arrears.
But he also said that his fans, like him, are the most indifferent group of people on the Internet. They are very tolerant and casual, and they can produce their own rhythms, but they never follow suit.
Dou Sheng chose for a long time, and clicked on the icon of a greasy businessman with a pouty face.
"My stomach hurts a little, I won't play action games anymore, I will play two Doudizhu games." -
How about downloading it now-
Download the broadcast and take your medicine, do you have a stomachache, don't be as knowledgeable as barrage-
Brainless spray is really not a fan-
Is it true that fans are not judged by how long they follow-
Can I stop washing it? One plagiarism and one cover-up, isn't it solid enough? -
I think you're on top, calm down and think about it, how long have you known Xie Lan? -
No spraying or black, just love you, I hope you cherish the feathers, don't give your heart to someone you haven't known for a few days
Dou Sheng suddenly frowned.
He randomly clicked on the card, and out four twos, one six and one seven.
The game's default voice suddenly came from the stereo, "How did you play the cards? Can you play?"
He frowned and directly pulled out the audio cable, paused, and then turned off the barrage on his screen.
"The broadcast is down." He really put his hand on his stomach this time.
The mouse was placed on the button to close the live broadcast, and he paused again.
The light in his eyes fluctuated, and the center of his eyebrows frowned several times, and then he relaxed a little weakly.
It took him a long time before he whispered: "Thank you for your concern. I was in a bad mood just now, so I am serious."
"The audience who want to stay will stay, and I will not stop them if they want to leave. My position will not change. I know Xie Lan far earlier than you think, and I know who he is."
As soon as the voice fell, the live broadcast interface suddenly went black.
[The anchor is thinking about life, go and see other people first]
Xie Lan really felt distressed and uncomfortable, but besides the discomfort, the faint words just now lingered in his mind again.
I know Xie Lan far more than you think
much earlier.
What exactly does that mean.
Xie Lan suddenly got up.
He didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't want to guess any more.
*
Xie Lan went downstairs to heat a cup of cocoa milk in a small pot, and took it to Dou Sheng's room.
The door of the room was ajar, he knocked on the door and pushed it in. Dou Sheng had already regained his composure, and a reminder that the message was successfully sent just happened to appear on the computer screen.
"What happened?" Xie Lan asked casually.
@人世终帅拍坤: I respect Xie Lan, and I implore everyone to respect the facts and not be coerced by rhythm and emotions. It's been almost three years, whether we go or stay, we cherish each other.
Xie Lan finished reading this post, and there were already more than 100 comments below.
The top one reads: Respect beans.
The reply below is almost the same, occasionally with a few questions from sunspots, but it was quickly washed away.
Dou Sheng sighed softly, and said helplessly: "The barrage is rhythmic, and the dynamic comments are much better. There are also low-intelligence children among my fans. It takes some time for them to get their brains back."
Xie Lan hummed, "Delete it."
"Huh?" Dou Sheng looked over in surprise, "Deleted?"
"Um."
Xie Lan pulled a chair and sat beside him, lowered her head and quickly sent a message on her mobile phone.
@谢兰_em: I will send a video to clarify tomorrow, and I am going to download it.
"You want to post a video?" Dou Sheng was stunned for a moment, then frowned helplessly and said, "It's a bit sloppy. It's always a bad impression to leave this kind of video."
Xie Lan looked at him for a while, then said in a low voice, "Don't use this number."
There was a subtle silence in the room for a while.
Xie Lan stared at Dou Sheng, seeing Dou Sheng's eyes flashed with surprise, and then there was a long period of tranquility, his eyes moved slightly, and there was some emotion that he might not have known.
He suddenly remembered a long time ago, the day he was coaxed to pull HBlood in the live broadcast for the first time, Dou Sheng stood at the door and looked at him with the same eyes.
After a long time, Dou Sheng slightly raised the corners of his lips, and hummed, "I respect all your decisions."
"But..." he paused and said, "I don't want you to compromise because of me. It's only natural to protect your boyfriend, share and bear some."
Xie Lan lowered her eyes and smiled when she heard the words, "Then I say the same thing. It is also my duty to protect my boyfriend."
"You have seen my video." Xie Lan's voice was very soft, but his tone was very firm.
Dou Sheng didn't say a word. After a while, he moved his fingers on his lap, touched the mouse again, and clicked on the Twitter page.
The portrait in the upper right corner is a small sycamore leaf, ID: QZFXR.
Xie Lan stared blankly at the number for a long time.
He thought he had guessed the truth, but he didn't think the truth could be more gentle than his expectation.
Dou Sheng suddenly smiled, "Haven't you ever doubted this number?"
Xie Lan said in a daze, "No..."
"I sent you a lot of hints. I raised two cats, one of which catches bugs for the other..." Dou Sheng said, typing a few letters of his name on the keyboard casually, "Look at you It's just that I haven't memorized the seven-step poem. Boil beans and hold them for soup, and boil beans for juice. Osmunda is burning under the cauldron, and beans are weeping in the cauldron. If you enter these letters, you can guess it's me."
Enter five characters of QZFXR, and the computer automatically associates: Osmunda is burning under the cauldron.
Dou Sheng let out a long sigh in relief, "The name is a bit of a middle school, so I used the previous sentence. But I was really sad when I took this name. When my father just died, I was put in a frying pan until I was tormented. It's so miserable to cry."
He spoke lightly, with a faint self-deprecating joke.
But Xie Lan could already see through the person in front of him.
Peel off those careless, lazy, indifferent, wandering shells.
Hidden in his heart, that soft bean.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered the day he first noticed QZFXR's private message two or three years ago.
I have forgotten the original words, roughly speaking, I carefully selected a sycamore tree next to my house, and chose a piece that resembled yours in the video.
I took the leaves with similar shapes and made them into pendants, hung them on my schoolbag, and prepared to take them to school.
At that time, he thought this fan was very cute, so he sent an emoji of "leaves" that comes with Apple, and he spelled it in Chinese unproficiently: happy every day.
Xie Lan's mind was blank for a long time, until Dou Sheng stretched out his hand, interlocked his fingers with the hand on his lap, and clenched it tightly.
"But..." he said blankly, "You never mentioned SilentWaves on Weibo..."
Dou Cheng smiled when he heard this, "I told you about this a long time ago."
He opened the favorites, and clicked on the homepage of SilentWaves YouTube.
"You are my private possession."
"So you can't share it with others."