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"The matter of your song... I know." Pei Yinli said slowly on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Xing yawned and sorted out the "evidence" at night until the early morning before releasing the content. He planned to squint for a while before receiving a call from Pei Yinli.During the summer vacation last year, this kid got into an awkward fight with him for no apparent reason. Fortunately, he was one year older and calmed down. He no longer confronted Jiang Xing with a cold face. Now he knew to call to take care of him.

Jiang Xing rubbed his face and told what happened and how to deal with it later.

Pei Yinli said: "It's very good. It would be great if Yu can finally show up in the mirror and prove it to you."

Jiang Xing's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Yes!"

"A friend of my brother's works in Mirror Studio. I'll give you his contact information if you want."

Jiang Xing told Fu Chengfeng about this "good idea" with great interest, but Fu Chengfeng didn't show any joy, "This matter, on the surface, he is a victim in the mirror, at most he is neutral, if he helps us, I will It should be impossible."

"We'll talk it over with him. It's definitely fine. He's such a powerful person. After reading the evidence we provided, he will definitely know the truth!"

Fu Chengfeng didn't have the heart to beat his enthusiasm, and he couldn't kill other possibilities because of his speculation, so he nodded in agreement.

On the weekend, Jiang Xing took the address given by Pei Yinli and went to Yu Jingzhong's studio. Yu Jingzhong's studio was established three years ago in Wucheng. Because the address has not been exposed too much, there are only few fans.Pei Yinwen said hello in advance, otherwise he would not be able to enter the office building without an appointment.

Jiang Xing was filling out the visitor registration form downstairs when a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and looking very thin rushed out of the elevator in a hurry, "Hey! Xiao Luo, my express mail arrived in the morning, please Find it for me!"

The thin man approached, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his face a bit gray and haggard.Jiang Xing felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Taking the elevator, it was a coincidence that both of them went to the 11th floor.

There were only two people in the elevator, Jiang Xing was on one side, and the other was on the other side.The gentleman lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, so he pressed the brim of his hat when Jiang Xing looked over.

"Ding-dong-"

Mr. Xu took the lead and strode out, and was about to disappear around the corner. The thin figure suddenly jumped violently in Jiang Xing's mind, and he almost immediately remembered the figure in his memory——

He has seen this man before!

During the summer vacation at the concert in the mirror, in the bathroom!A strange and uneasy feeling suddenly rose in his heart, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was a little cranky.

The studio occupied the entire first floor, and Jiang Xing waited for Pei Yinwen's friend to arrive under the guidance of the staff.

The hostess made a cup of tea for Jiang Xing. Jiang Xing thanked him and asked, "Hey, do you see Ah Jing every day?"

"...Occasionally. Mr. Yu is usually in the recording studio."

"Oh. Then will he give you tickets for the concert?"

"Mr. Yu's concerts are held all over the country, and our work here will continue." The young lady replied solemnly.

"Oh... By the way, the gentleman who came with me just now, wearing a peaked cap, is also your staff?"

"That's Mr. Xu from the recording studio."

"Okay, I understand now, thanks!"

After the young lady left, Jiang Xing looked at the reception room. There were simple bookshelves on the wall of the reception room, with music-related books and albums in the mirror. He took out a book and flipped through it.

After waiting for a while, he was a little restless and flipped through several books without reading.Not long after, Pei Yinwen's friend called and said that there was a temporary delay, and asked Jiang Xing to go around the open area of ​​the studio by himself.

Jiang Xing didn't go out, feeling a little restless in his heart, he paced in the reception room, the clock hanging on the wall was ticking.

He hummed softly the song they had just released.

But his brows were already slightly frowned, and finally after the second hand turned around again, he paused, walked out of the lounge, greeted the staff and left.

As soon as he walked out of the building, Jiang Xing called Fu Chengfeng.

He said: "I suddenly remembered something. When I went to the concert in the mirror during the summer vacation, I met a person who was in the studio in the mirror. I seemed to hum unconsciously in the bathroom. The tune of the song."

"I, I can't remember."

"You said, did I think too much, did I think too badly about people?"

Once the seed of doubt is not planted, it will be difficult to eradicate it. It will slowly grow and spread out long vines, tightly wrapping the heart. If it is not cut off with a knife, the heart will never be freed.

Jiang Xing always felt that he was too dark, how could there be such a coincidence that he could remember the music after listening to it once, but another thought in his heart kept urging him to tear it all apart.

Before, he only regarded it as a coincidence, and also to protect his own songs, he didn't think the similarity of the songs was particularly high.But now, I feel that there are traces everywhere, and I understand the feelings of the fans in the mirror for a while.

If it was really that "Mr. Xu" who listened to their music, then what might be the truth next?

Did he give advice to Yu Jing?Incorporate the tune you heard into the new song in the mirror?

Or, that song was completed by him alone, and all the original works and all the "lyrics, music and arrangements" are all just illusions?

Jiang Xing didn't dare to think about it.

His mental state in the next few days was even worse than the days when he was slandered and plagiarized.

The triple blow of "being plagiarized", "being plagiarized but being regarded as plagiarism" and "shaking the image of idol original musicians" kept him awake at night, tossing and turning.

"Did it really be heard by that person? Is it possible that it was really a coincidence?" Jiang Xing's voice trembled in the silent night.

Fu Chengfeng hugged him tightly and kissed his side face, "Yes. So we are going to find the truth."

At this time, Fu Chengfeng deeply understood that the despair hanging by a glimmer of hope is the most painful torture for Jiang Xing.He was tormented by two contradictory mentalities. The origin of his dreams all along, his spiritual idol was about to collapse, but he still had to grit his teeth with the last trust, not wanting to let his admiration and yearning fall.

No matter what the result is, a false alarm or hysteria is just a time-limited pleasure and pain, which is far better than the speculation and maintenance of bumps and struggles.

Three days later, Fu Chengfeng took Jiang Xing's hand and visited Yu Jingzhong's studio again.

This time, instead of looking for that busy friend Pei Yinwen, they rushed to the recording studio abruptly.

Jiang Xing didn't say a word during the whole process, but Fu Chengfeng only said, "Mr. Yu Jingzhong, please show me the earliest record of the composition of "Xing Han Splendid"."

The guards wanted to drive them out, but after Fu Chengfeng said such a sentence, someone brought them in front of Yu Jing.

This was the first time Jiang Xing looked at the mirror so closely.

This man was just in his thirties, with some fine lines around his eyes, his eyes were as warm and calm as ever, as if he was used to seeing the ups and downs of wind and rain.

Jiang Xing couldn't tell what mood he was in, seeing Yu Jing receiving them so calmly, he seemed to have a feeling of giving up and relief in his heart.

In the mirror, he made tea for the two of them himself, and first handed a cup to Jiang Xing, "I recognize you, I have seen you in several concerts, and every time you are in the middle of the first row."

Jiang Xing clenched his fist slightly.

Yu handed another cup to Fu Chengfeng in the mirror, "You should be the composer of 'Walking on the Wind'?"

"Yes."

Yu Jing smiled kindly, with appreciation in his eyes, "I have listened to all of your songs, and they are very good. The songs have a very personal style, and you haven't studied music for long?"

Fu Chengfeng did not answer this question, but put down the cup, stood up, and looked directly into the mirror, "We came here to listen to the prelude to "Brilliant Stars" written by you independently, sir, and our "Tide" The chorus tune resembles the opinion of the matter."

Yu Jing also didn't answer, but smiled deeper, "Sometimes professional learning can make the music lose its aura and vitality. The songs you wrote have a sense of 'reckless' in them, and it should be that you haven't learned them for long. You are very talented to write such a song in a short period of time.”

"However, the most unreliable thing in this world is talent." He sighed softly, pressed the switch of the stereo, and his new song began to play in the small room.He sat on the chair, put his elbows on the armrests of the chair, crossed his fingers, and looked up at the light above his head slightly.

"When I was your age, I also wrote a lot of songs. Oh, in your school, in that classroom, maybe even in the same location."

"By the time I was in college, many people already knew that there was a singer who could write lyrics and compose music. They began to look forward to my original songs one after another, and applauded me."

"When I graduated from university, I played my songs in pedestrian streets and shopping malls, but in that year, the songs I wrote were not enough to make a complete album, but no one found out, only when I was busy preparing Singer meet-and-greets, concerts."

"More and more people know me and like me. Four years after graduating from university, I have enough financial strength and contacts, and the studio was built. It was also that year, when I went back to my alma mater to promote the new album, I met A child, he sang a song for me, he wrote it himself. He said, the songs you wrote in the past two years are not very good, and many people are a little disappointed in you. He said that your concerts have always been He was gnawing on his laurels, and he said to me: 'I am very short of money'."

"And I happened to be rich. But then I slapped him. Only six months later, he came to my studio and started writing songs for me."

"Of course, after that, there are many more of him."

"I know you have a younger sister who is in middle school, and a father who is paralyzed. You study very well, and you can go to the best university in the future, even abroad. So, do you want to consider becoming another him?"