In order to facilitate the discussion, Lu Xu ran to Ji Xiunian's room in the middle of the night and waited for Tao Yingbo's good news together.
Ji Xiunian originally wanted to stay until three o'clock, but as soon as Lu Xu came, he somehow fell asleep peacefully. Before the three o'clock alarm went off, Lu Xu said next to him: "Brother Nian, get up and watch the live broadcast."
"Live broadcast?" Ji Xiunian opened his eyes in a daze and saw Lu Xu lying on his bed looking at his iPad. The two calves were crossed and the ankles were moving unconsciously, and the skin was dazzlingly white.
Ji Xiunian suddenly felt a little thirsty, thinking that maybe it was because he just opened his eyes.
He got up and moved next to Lu Xu, followed his example and turned over, and the two of them looked at iPads side by side.
Qu Dehui's name was in the upper left corner of the screen. Ji Xiunian didn't expect that he would actually start a live broadcast at this time.
"Brother Nian, tell me, does this count as giving someone your own life?"
Lu Xu looked like he was waiting for a good show, holding his chin in one hand with a wicked smile on his lips.
The young man has a unique fragrance, which is cold but makes people want to savor it carefully. Ji Xiunian initially thought that Lu Xu had used some kind of perfume, but after more exposure, he realized that it was his own scent.
He was unconsciously attracted by Lu Xu's eyes, and then looked at the screen and nodded: "Yes, I'll kill him myself."
At this time, Qu Dehui was not thinking about anything else, he just wanted to show his fans that he was not lying.
Ever since he thought of that person, he always felt that it had something to do with him.
"Don't do evil things, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door."
Lu Xu said something casually, but Qu Dehui couldn't help but think about it over and over again.
Just when he was thinking wildly, there was sudden movement outside the door.
Qu Dehui immediately stood up, rushed forward with his mobile phone, and did not forget to say to the fans in the live broadcast room: "You heard it, right? He's here again!"
Without thinking too much, Qu Dehui reached out and opened the door. As expected, it was still empty outside.
But this time he no longer felt that there was no one around him. Instead, he felt that the "person" had actually entered the room.
"I know you're here, come out!" Qu Dehui was hit on the forehead. He covered his forehead and looked around, and couldn't help shouting.
The fans in the live broadcast room were a little confused and didn't understand what happened suddenly——
[Hey, this reaction of the male god is a bit strange. It seems like he has really seen a ghost. I am so scared]
[Um, have you seen the wine bottles lying on the ground? How much did Brother Hui drink? 】
[Halo, Brother Hui, you are drunk. Go and rest and stop broadcasting! 】
.....
Fans are very anxious, fearing that he will be criticized for his current behavior.
However, Qu Dehui's current mental state is a little dazed, and he has no intention of looking at the screen of his mobile phone.
His mind was on high alert, and he always felt like someone was looking back behind him. Finally, he leaned his back against the wall and looked around carefully.
"It's you, it must be you."
At this moment, Qu Dehui became more and more certain that something was going on. After contacting everything before, he had an intuition that the person was Tao, but ten years later, he had even forgotten his name.
He is just a commoner who writes songs with no power. It's not that he didn't pay him in the first place. It's because he didn't know how to promote himself to death. What does it have to do with Qu Dehui?
Furthermore, that person can't do anything to himself when he's alive, and he can't do anything to himself when he's dead.
"That's right, I'm not afraid of you!" Qu Dehui struggled to mentally build himself up and gradually relaxed.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement in the bathroom. Qu Dehui rushed in without thinking, as if he wanted to compete with Tao Yingbo.
The bathroom is spacious and clean. At first glance, it looks like there is someone there.
Qu Dehui was stunned when he suddenly felt a shadow in the mirror. He held the phone tightly, turned his head suddenly, and saw that the person in the mirror was not him at all.
He held the phone in front of him and yelled, "I knew it was you!"
Tao Yingbo glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and smiled sarcastically: "I thought you would have forgotten me long ago after doing bad things."
"Of course I have forgotten it a long time ago. You are not a big shot. Why should I remember it?" Qu Dehui suddenly became bolder as he spoke, "Why, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
Tao Yingbo was very familiar with his arrogant expression. Whether he was alive or dead, Qu Dehui was always arrogant and showed no respect at all.
If Lu Xu hadn't told him not to do anything. Tao Yingbo really wanted to strangle him to death.
"Since you are dead, you should go to the place where the dead belong. Now that you are relying on me, do you still expect me to burn some paper money for you?"
"No, I just want to see how the thief who stole my things fell from the altar." Tao Yingbo suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a bit ridiculous, and sarcastically said, "You think you are great, but without my song You are nothing. Do you care? They say that you have exhausted all your talents and that you are a yesterday's flower. In fact, they are wrong. You are just a thief. You take everything from others. There is no such thing as talent... "
"Shut up!" Qu Dehui felt harsh.
A face-loving person like him simply can't stand the contemptuous looks of others.
"I gave you the money, so why are you a thief? Besides, your song is not famous in the first place. I paid for it and released the album to make it famous. It was me who made your song famous, not your song that made me famous." ?"
Qu Dehui has always cared about others saying that he became famous because of the songs on his first album, as if he was nothing without those songs.
He sang those songs and he released that album.
If it weren't for him, how could people like Tao Yingbo's songs from Beipiao be heard.
Tao Yingbo always knew that Qu Dehui was thick-skinned, but he didn't expect that he had reached such a shameless level.
"Do you want me to apologize to you? Tell you, don't think about it. I'm not wrong. If I sing, it's mine!" Qu Dehui shouted hoarsely. He didn't know if he was talking to Tao Yingbo or to himself.
Tao Yingbo was not surprised at all, but suddenly felt that this person's life was meaningless: "I don't need your apology. In fact, you already hurt me when you did those things. If an apology is useless, I won't Accept it." Tao Yingbo no longer meant any nonsense. He originally wanted to record his words, but he didn't expect that he would start a live broadcast of his own. The words he just said were still visible to netizens.
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. What's mine is mine, and you can't take it away no matter how you use your methods." This sentence has been buried in Tao Yingbo's heart for too long. The moment he said it today, he has been depressed for a long time. The resentment suddenly disappeared.
His indifferent expression made Qu Dehui very uncomfortable, and then he hit the mirror with his mobile phone: "Get out of here!"
Tao Yingbo had no interest in getting along with a madman and had already left the moment his phone touched the mirror.
Lu Xu and Ji Xiunian looked at their iPads, feeling that Qu Dehui's mood seemed a little abnormal.
The live broadcast was interrupted the moment the phone hit the mirror. It was probably broken.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Although Lu Xu knew that he would be able to deal with this person tonight, he did not expect that the other party would cooperate actively and proactively.
He held his chin with one hand and exited the live broadcast page to read netizens' comments.
As he expected, although it was three o'clock in the morning, there were many people staying up late online.
Qu Dehui was already well-known, and because he had been on trending searches before, he was pushed out as soon as the live broadcast started.
Everyone originally wanted to come in to watch his live broadcast and get a knock on the door in the middle of the night, but the fans wanted to accompany him to figure out what was going on.
But after watching the whole process, I realized that things are not that simple -
[Natural Strawberry Pie: I'm stupid, what did he mean by just saying that he used other people's songs to make his own album? 】
[Ferris wheel breakup wheel: I originally wanted to accompany my favorite singer to see who was causing trouble, but I never imagined that my house would collapse during this time of company. I just want to ask, did he just mean that he stole other people's songs and forced them to death? I think this kind of plot is too magical, and no novel dares to write it like this]
[Too much hair: People really cannot be judged by their appearance. Although I am not a fan, I have always had a good impression of Qu Dehui, and I quite like his earliest songs. Who would have thought that his famous song belongs to someone else, and he even said it live, and he is also a talented person]
...
Almost everyone thinks Qu Dehui has a mental problem.
There was no one else around during the entire live broadcast. He played two roles during the whole process, muttering something.
If you hadn't heard him speak with your own ears, who could have found the creative king stealing other people's works?
The past seemed to suddenly become clear——
No wonder he was at his peak when he debuted and never had such good works after his first album.
No wonder his level of performance fluctuates from time to time. It turns out that the person who writes the songs is different every time.
Looking at his state in the past two days, it is clear that he is guilty and in a trance.
From the so-called ghost knocking on the door to talking to the man in the mirror, everything is more like his hallucination.
This hallucination made people see his true face clearly, and everyone felt very complicated——
Fans felt like their house had collapsed, while passers-by were suddenly curious about who the original owner of this album was.
What Qu Dehui means is that not long after he stole someone else's album, that person died in an accident. As for whether it was an accident or something else, they probably know it themselves.
Almost everyone is looking for originality, always feeling that this person should be talented——
It's just a pity that such a strong singer left before we even got to know him.
The author has something to say: The second update was delivered, so I tidied up and went to bed.
I've been having trouble sleeping for a long time recently. I slept for two or three hours yesterday. When I was lifting irons in the morning, I felt that this was really not going to work.
When will I get enough sleep for six hours? I hope that day will come soon.
Good night everyone╭(╯3╰)╮Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-04-06 19:44:32~2020-04-06 21:39:30 ~
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