Chapter 4: Plagiarism, obsession, action plan.

The plagiarism incident is just the beginning of Cheng Yuan's tragic fate.

Yang Baihua returned home, and after listening to Cheng Yuan's desperate cries, he held his shoulders and whispered, "Xiao Cheng, calm down."

Cheng Yuan red-eyed: "Lao Yang, you trust me, you have to trust me."

Yang Baihua said, "Of course I believe you."

Cheng Yuan pulled Yang Baihua, confirming to him over and over again, asking him for help: "You watched me write the song, didn't you, and I played it for you, and I still ......"

Yang Baihua gathered Cheng Yuan's hand in his palm and then pressed it against his chest, "I know it all."

Yuan Cheng trembled and leaned on that solid and warm chest, like a floating duckling in the wind finally found a support.

He listened to the near heartbeat, his ears tingling and hot, as if this was the only place in the world that was the safest and most secure.

With a peace of mind to rely on, Cheng Yuan's bloodshot eyes erupted with fire, and he weakly gritted his teeth, "I can't let it go like this, I'm going to sue Tang Huan, and I'm going to ......"

Yang Baihua stalled.

He stroked Cheng Yuan's back, "Xiao Cheng, you're too impulsive now, don't make decisions at a time like this."

But Cheng Yuan could not care less.

He had a bad migraine, and before Yang Baihua came back he had already taken two pills, but the effect of the pills was slow to take effect. The headache and anger made him shiver and cold sweat ran down his body, "Why? This is my song, I can't let her steal it and frame me-"

Yang Baihua frowned and pushed him away, raising his voice slightly, "Xiao Cheng, calm down and listen to me. You can't sue her."

Cheng Yuan opened his mouth silently and looked at him, waiting for an explanation.

Yang Baihua sighed deeply, "...... This matter, it is Xiaoyan who has done a bad job."

Yang Baihua's cousin, Yang Xiaoyan, who got into a second-year teacher training college in the same city as her cousin a year and a half ago, was entrusted to Yang Baihua's care by the Yang family's third uncle.

She often came to Yang Baihua's house for dinner, and was the first member of the Yang family to learn of her cousin's orientation, and had Yang Baihua treat her to several large meals on the grounds of "secrecy".

The Yang family is not bad looking, and Yang Xiaoyan is not bad looking either, with a white face. She loves music, and she also loves to write a few ditties and tunes and publish them on the internet, because the lyrics she fills in are very resonant with young girls who are bright and sad, and she has a small fan base of 10,000 followers. This makes her quite proud, self-proclaimed musical talent.

But Cheng Yuan didn't really like her.

Every time she comes, she always pesters Cheng Yuan and asks him how much he can sell a song for, and whether he has any access to sell songs. Cheng Yuan doesn't like to listen to this, so he just passes it off, and Yang Xiaoyan can't see what's in store for him, and he even pouts and says to Yang Baihua, "Cousin, look at this, Xiao Cheng has access to his family, and he doesn't even help me, which is really no fun.

Xiaoyan lives in a four-person dormitory, the other three girls are from the city, she also refused to lag behind, climbing to buy good cosmetics, brand-name clothes.

According to her usage, of course, the money is not enough, she had to look for Yang Baihua from time to time to borrow, Yang Baihua really every loan must give, not once refused, for this reason had not dared for a month in the company cafeteria to order meat dishes.

Cheng Yuan's heart ached as he watched. That's when he started to learn how to cook.

Cheng Yuan stared blankly at Yang Baihua, confused, "...... What did you say."

Yang Baihua said without remorse, "Just now, I just put down your phone, Xiaoyan called. You remember, last time when mom, dad and third sister came to the city, you moved out to live, her cell phone was out of battery, took my phone to brush Taobao, flipping around, accidentally clicked on the demo you wrote. she listened to it and liked it, asked me if you wrote it, and also praised you."

Cheng Yuan's eyes widened slightly.

Yang Baihua hard: "I did not think too much at that time, said yes, you often write some songs, she responded, and continued to hold and play. I didn't think she ......"

Cheng Yuan finally understood and said incredulously, "She stole my songs to sell? You just let her steal it?"

"Don't you say it so harshly." Yang Baihua helplessly said, "I don't know about this, Xiaoyan ...... she also just likes your songs. She told me that she lacked money and wanted to earn money on her own, but the songs she wrote weren't good enough to pitch the company, so that's why she wanted to take your songs and adulterate her own to try it out, and she didn't expect to pitch it, and all six songs were sold at once. The Language Between the Heart and Autumn Thoughts ...... were picked by Tang Huan."

"'Just Like'?" Cheng Yuan's thorns exploded, "She asked me what I was going to name my songs, and I told her that one of them I'd already thought of, called 'Words Between Hearts'."

He grabbed his cell phone, pressed the screen to light up, and flashed a line from Tang Huan's solo album to Yang Baihua: "...... Lao Yang I'm asking you, what is this? She even copied the name? You call that not intentional?"

"...... You've written so many messed up songs that you haven't sent out to the public, she didn't think you would take this and submit it." Yang Baihua's tone was rare and heavy, reaching out to hold Cheng Yuan's wrist, "She didn't want it when things got so big. When she called me, she was so scared that she cried."

Cheng Yuan thought woodenly, what is she crying for.

Yang Baihua said earnestly, "She already knows she is wrong. But she's still young, you have to let her make mistakes. If you sue her and things get serious, how will she behave in school? How can I explain in front of my family?"

As if a cold water poured on Cheng Yuan's spine, he grabbed Yang Baihua and whimpered in pain, "...... What about me? What about me? How do you want me to behave?"

Yang Baihua gently held Cheng Yuan's face: "It's okay, I believe you. Those netizens don't understand the situation, they are all just talking nonsense, as long as you unplug the net, no one can hurt you."

Cheng Yuan life is smooth and smooth, has never been through the big things, this is the earth is cracked mountains, his mind has been completely confused, Yang Baihua sure tone shook him: "...... is it?"

"Yes." Yang Baihua guided, "Think about it, my parents have loved Xiaoyan as their own daughter since she was a child, if our relationship is exposed because of Xiaoyan's affair, and Xiaoyan's reputation is ruined and she's involved in lawsuits, how do you want them to accept you?"

Cheng Yuan hugged his head and curled himself up.

"...... Why." Cheng Yuan mumbles, "Why ......"

His aspirations, his musical dreams, all ruined.

And with his beloved firmly on his family's side, if he doesn't agree to take this on for Yang Xiaoyan, there will be no future for him and Yang Baihua.

Lover, ideal, which should he want?

Cheng Yuan has never been a good boy, except for music, he has almost no other hobbies. Yang Baihua is the first person Cheng Yuan loves with all his heart.

To love someone is to hold them carefully in your heart, and to be afraid that your heart is not soft enough.

Yang Baihua is great, gentle with him, will coax him when his artist temper flares up, down-to-earth, hard-working, and the two of them hit it off in bed.

Cheng Yuan can't afford to tear his chest open with blood and gore after a bruising storm, digging out the person he's loved for three years.

...... He couldn't do it.

Cheng Yuan grabbed the hem of Yang Baihua's shirt and whispered, "How can I write songs with this reputation? Will anyone still want me?"

Yang Baihua unconsciously breathed a huge sigh of relief when she heard that he was relieved.

He took Cheng Yuan into his arms, "I want you."

...... is not the answer Cheng Yuan wanted.

But that was the only and best answer he could get at this stage.

Cheng Yuan's company came out with a quick statement, sternly denouncing this egregious plagiarism, and decisively asked Cheng Yuan to terminate his contract and demand compensation for breach of contract.

At the critical moment, Cheng Yuan's elder brother, Cheng Jian, came in a huff and pointed at his brother's nose and cursed, "Cheng Yuan, are you patient? You didn't contact your family when such a big thing happened? If you don't want to be named Cheng, you should have said so earlier!"

Cheng Yuan did not say anything.

His own reputation was rotten, and since he had decided to hide it, he had to hide it even from his family.

Big brother scolded him, compensated for his money, and spend money to delete posts online, not yet relieved, but also personally on the battlefield with people scolding.

As netizens realized that their comments had been deleted, the backlash intensified, and the situation got hotter and hotter. Tang Huan's company didn't give up on the heat that came to their doorstep, and went on a buying spree to buy water armies and marketing numbers to push the issue, with a singer-songwriter with more than half a million followers being the most vocal of the bunch. He was a famous Tang Huan fan who sent out six or seven tweets a day, chasing after Cheng Yuan to taunt him.

One of the tweets said, "Plagiarizing dogs should be cowering under the covers shivering in fear right now [dog head] [dog head] [dog head]."

Underneath was a carnival of Tang Huan fans, with obscenities that were sickening.

Cheng Yuan is really scared. He turned off his private messages, turned off his cell phone, and put himself in confinement. Yang Baihua is patient, but after all, he has just started working, and he doesn't have that much time to spend with him every day.

Cheng Yuan thought, after a while it will be fine, after this period of time, he can still come back.

But then Cheng Yuan realized that he couldn't write songs anymore, he couldn't even touch the piano, even when he pressed the keys, he would think of the piano intro to "Whispering Between Hearts" that he had written so carefully, his heart palpitated and his hands shook with nausea, and he couldn't play a complete song at all.

After many attempts, he clenched his fists violently and slammed them on the piano.

The piano made one high and two low moans.

In college, Cheng Yuan, a genius who could act as an orchestra, couldn't even play "Ode to Joy".

He broke down and cried for a long time that day.

Yang Baihua came back and hugged him and comforted him, "If you can't write, you can't write, I'll feed you."

Yang Baihua has always been so gentle, as if what Cheng Yuan is going through isn't a big deal and he will carry on with him.

But Cheng Yuan's situation was getting worse.

He often sat by his bedside all day, not knowing what to do; even the slightest ray of sunlight called him afraid; he was anorexic for long periods of time, and occasionally bulimic; he often forgot where he had put his keys and wallet, and the post-it notes on his desk hadn't been updated in a long time.

He knew he was sick, but he could confide in Yang Baihua, and he would only answer, "You're in a bad mood, just go out more often.

After more than three months, Cheng Jian, who had a big fight with her brother, couldn't hold it in and secretly ran to see her brother.

Cheng Jian was shocked to see her younger brother, who was so thin that he was almost out of shape, and dragged him to see a psychiatrist.

Cheng Jian put the results of the diagnosis and treatment of moderate depression in front of Cheng's parents, Cheng's mother cried out immediately.

Cheng's father immediately tried to contact Yang Baihua's parents to ask them what they thought.

Until and a shocked face of the Yang family parents met, Cheng family parents know, Yang Baihua since the beginning, has not mentioned to their own family, they and a man in love for more than three years.

The attitude of the Cheng parents is clear: the domestic environment is not good, and they plan to emigrate Xiao Yuan to a small, quiet town abroad to recuperate, where there is a hospital that specializes in treating depression.

Xiao Yuan is so sick that he can't leave Yang Baihua. Yang Baihua can go with him, and the Cheng family can take care of his work visa or immigration.

That little town is in Europe and passed a law on same-sex marriage a decade or so back.

This move by the Cheng family's parents can be said to be a huge concession for their son.

Cheng's parents had expected the Yang family's parents to object and had prepared a bellyful of persuasion, but they agreed the next day after going back and discussing the matter overnight.

Cheng Yuan and Yang Baihua did the immigration together.

In his second year abroad, Cheng Yuan's condition improved and he was able to play the piano. When he sat down on the piano chair again, he smiled like a child: "Lao Yang, what do you want to hear, I'll play it for you."

That year, they got a marriage license and had a simple wedding in a church.

By the third year, Yang Baihua's career had improved so much that he offered to immigrate his parents, to which Cheng Yuan agreed.

In his fourth year, Yang Baihua was getting busier and busier. When Cheng Yuan came home one day, he realized that the shirt he was wearing was not the one he wore out yesterday.

...... Cheng Yuan started taking his medication again.

He did not know how to ask Yang Baihua, not to mention that he did not want to know the answer, as for the Yang family parents, always faint to him, not bad, not good, although living under the same roof, but a day can not say two words.

Yang Baihua is too busy, and Cheng Yuan is lonely as hell in a home with two elderly people who can't speak.

He didn't want his parents to worry that he wasn't doing well, and every time he talked to them on the phone, he had to squeeze out the biggest smile and say over there, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Actually, he's not very good.

After the disease relapsed, he always wanted to die, but did not dare to die, afraid to apologize to his parents, afraid of hurting Yang Baihua, for this reason he tried hard to live, trying hard to get up from the quagmire.

He wasn't afraid of being covered in mud and water, he was only afraid of accidentally dirtying someone he valued.

Until one day, when Yang Baihua was on vacation and Cheng Yuan was planning to drive to the supermarket two kilometers away to buy groceries, he forgot to bring his wallet and returned, accidentally overhearing the conversation between Yang's mother and son in the kitchen doorway.

Yang's mother complained, "You don't know, Xiao Cheng is a sawed-off oil gourd, I'm thankful if I can say five words in two days."

After so many years, Yang Baihua still had the same gentle voice: "Xiao Cheng is not a talker, mom, don't be angry with him."

Cheng Yuan lowered his head in embarrassment.

...... Actually, he used to be quite talkative.

Thinking this way, he tiptoed with the intention of going to the table to get his wallet, and as soon as he turned around, he heard Yang's mother behind him say, "Our family has already done the immigrant visa, when are you going to leave with him na."

Cheng Yuan: "......"

His neck stiffened to the point of craning, and he hung his head and stared blankly at a piece of the floor in front of his toes, waiting for Yang Baihua's answer.

Yang Baihua is silent.

Cheng Yuan seems to be strangled by the silence, suffocating and gasping for breath.

Yang's mother added, "It's not a good thing to be with a man and not be able to give birth to a child. Your father and I lied to our relatives, saying that you are working abroad, and everyone praised you for your success. Two days ago, your uncle called, asked your father to bring him some foreign cigarettes and wine back, but also asked about you, asked if you have a foreign wife, have a foreign doll. How do you think I'm going to respond to that?"

Cheng Yuan was poked and prodded by the string of words with knives, and his stomach nagged and ached.

He bent slightly, wrapping his arms around his Soul's cardboard waist and stomach and pressing desperately inward.

"You can stand a foreign daughter-in-law." After a long time, Yang Baihua's warm voice resounded again, "Some time ago, there was a new girl in our company, a Chinese. I'm quite good with her."

While Yang's mother was satisfied, she thought of another trouble, "What are you going to tell Cheng?"

This time, Yang Baihua stayed silent longer.

Cheng Yuan didn't have time to wait for Yang Baihua's answer, but he didn't let Yang Baihua be embarrassed for long either.

That night, he slit his wrists with a utility knife in the piano room.

Therefore, Chi Xiaochi was sincere when he tried to hit Yang Baihua with his car.

Yang Baihua likes Cheng Yuan, but that's all.

A favorability score of 72, 13 points shy of flunking, is worth only one card and one firework.

Chi Xiaochi went home with Yang Baihua.

In the living room, the city news is playing, and there is the occasional sound of Yang Baihua answering the phone.

Chi Xiaochi changed into her loungewear, went to the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves and washed the dishes that had been accumulating in the sink for two days.

Relaxed state of Chi Xiaochi always top a careless face, standing in front of the dishwasher clogged with vegetable scraps, or eyelids lowered, let the water flow from the slender white fingertips slipping down, all the body's lazy and quiet, comes with an air of nobility, but it is the identity of the Cheng Xiaozhi young master to complement each other.

However, he was unusually skillful at washing dishes, not at all like someone who didn't dip his fingers in the water.

The system asked him, "You know how to wash dishes?"

Chi Xiaochi said in all seriousness, "And I can cook."

The system wasn't convinced, after all, Chi Xiaochi wasn't very serious when he was serious.

Because the next moment he inquired with a serious expression, "By the way, is there any rat poison in the warehouse."

The system flatly said, "No."

He now rather suspected that Chi Xiaochi was examining the scene of the crime by being so active in her chores.

Chi Xiaochi said, "I'm just asking."

The system was expressionless: "...... Oh."

Chi Xiaochi suggested, "Can we get some stock in, it's a customer need."

The system says, "Can't."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Medicine rats."

System:"...... "Dare I ask if that rat is one hundred and thirty-four pounds and still has the surname Yang.

The system couldn't help itself, "Mr. Chi, is there a less violent solution?"

"Yes." Chi Xiaochi slowly and methodically wiped the washed dishes with a dry cloth and arranged them into the dish rack, finally saying something normal, "Tomorrow I'm planning to make a trip to meet Cheng Yuan's big brother."