Some time ago, Luoyang contributed to the stupid hat company as a musician and worked for himself.

After all, people always have to do something, and they can't be fired by Charles and doubt that life will be sluggish from now on... Although Luoyang did want to do so.

After joining the company, the boss of the music department assigned Luoyang to a senior musician, allowing him to accumulate experience and improve his technical level with his predecessors.

This senior is Wen Yilang.

Wen Yilang works very hard, in every sense.

The works of the musicians of the Silly Hat family are generally included in the internal music library, but Wen Yilang also has a studio in his own home, and often takes on a little private work, and goes home to continue working after work.

In addition to eating and sleeping, he is basically working, and not many people know why he is working so hard, and if he knows, he is secretive.

Such a large work intensity often makes Wen Yilang collapse, sometimes his inspiration is exhausted, and things can't be made, so he is in a state of extreme anxiety, and then begging grandpa to sue grandma everywhere.

"God is dead to me-" is Wen Yilang's mantra.

He is calling Luoyang now, and there is no doubt that the time must be up and he will not be able to hand in the work again.

Luoyang dislikes him a lot, because he has helped him to work, and at most he will be invited to a meal, which is basically equivalent to working for nothing, this person is really dead.

But Luoyang still often helps him.

If there is no special reason, no one wants to work so hard, Wen Yilang must have his own difficulties if he works so hard.

Luoyang had no intention of getting to the bottom of his story, but he just felt that he could help a little bit, so he often lent a helping hand, anyway, he didn't care about the money.

When he arrived at the company's studio, Wen Yilang was staring at the keyboard with bloodshot eyes wide and motionless.

He is 1.7 meters tall, slightly fat and bloated, covered in black clothes, his hair is messy like a chicken nest, and his face is pale and bloodless, like a white X-boy who has been hollowed out by wine.

Luoyang walked over with a keyboard bag on his back and stretched out his hand to shake it in front of his eyes.

Wen Yilang came back to his senses and looked at Luoyang, and said in surprise: "Aren't you abroad? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Luoyang said casually: "The bell specially recorded, just kidding." ”

Wen Yilang was deeply moved: "I didn't expect you to be so righteous!"

"I don't care, but..."Luoyang looked at the studio, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Are the seniors arrogant enough to use the studio's equipment to take on private work?"

Wen Yilang stretched out his hand and scratched his hair into a brutal pie, and collapsed: "Delivery at nine o'clock!"

Luoyang looked at the time on the computer next to the keyboard, and found that it was already half past eight, and said absurdly: "Isn't it? There is only half an hour left? What can you do in half an hour... Didn't you do something well, senior?"

"Yes!" Wen Yilang called up his own arrangement from the computer and played it.

The heavy sound of metallic percussion is accompanied by the sound of the drum, and after four beats of intense and short beats, the overall accompaniment joins strongly, and the melody explodes instantly, and the electric guitar is like a wild horse rampage, as passionate as the transformation of the Digimon.

Luoyang had already shaken his legs and said in surprise: "This is good! Is there anything dissatisfied with the customer?"

Wen Yilang said weakly: "He said that there is no sense of epic. ”

The corners of Luoyang's mouth twitched: "What is epic?"

Wen Yilang said frantically: "We must have the momentum of a hero's expedition and a sense of the weight of history... The hell knows what he's thinking, he can't translate human words at all, bastard!I've changed it three times, three versions, bastard!!"

Luoyang pressed the pause button, shook his head and threw the music just now out of his mind, and said sympathetically: "Okay, I won't tell Boss Jin about the senior's use of the company's equipment, but... How do you send things to customers? The company's files are all encrypted, and if you want to decrypt them, your company must know about them. ”

Wen Yilang said weakly: "The computer is my own, and there is no encryption system. ”

Luoyang flattened his mouth, expressed his spiritual condemnation of Wen Yilang's behavior, and then suggested: "I guess I don't know much about half a bucket of water, the requirements are definitely not high, and now there is only half an hour left, and there is no time to do it well, let's just make something simple." Doesn't he want a hero to go on a campaign? Refer to the background music of the game CG and make it a little more tragic for him? There are the most heroes in the game. ”

"It's done!" Wen Yilang immediately started work, as a person who is often in a state of collapse, he has always made choices so decisively - in order to avoid a moment of hesitation to make himself even more devastated.

He immediately started playing game music to find a feeling, then searched for the right tone in the sound library, and occasionally typed on the keyboard.

Luoyang ran over to another synthesizer and began to help.

Half an hour later, a tragic piece of music was made.

It's a bit of a war song, and it's mixed with Luoyang's primitive tribal roar howling in the recording studio, and the second middle school and the shame are off the charts.

Wen Yilang doubted that such a mentally retarded arrangement would be angry with the customer to send the blade.

But Luoyang swore that this feeling must be right, and it was already nine o'clock, and he had no choice, so he still sent the music to the customer, and then, he received a call from the customer.

"Oops ~ Ichiro xi. ”

The customer's first sentence made Wen Yilang's heart sink and he said worriedly: "What's wrong? Isn't it okay? Too naïve and brain-dead to be ashamed?"

"What are you talking about?" the customer said with a little grumbling, "Why didn't you bring out such good music earlier!"

Wen Yilang glanced at the three versions of music on his computer desktop that he had spent a week carefully making, and fell silent.

Luoyang knelt on the ground with a stool and laughed silently.

———— the demarcation line where the heroes of the tribe go on the expedition————

"Luoyang, thank you this time, brother invites you to dinner. ”

"No need senior, my girlfriend is still waiting for me to come home, and I'll be torn up if I go back later, the same as the newspaper, chua~"

"Ahh Na... Well, goodbye. ”

At night, the street lights shine and neon glows.

Wen Yilang looked at Luoyang's distant back, his eyes were a little envious, he looked down at the laptop computer in his hand, and laughed at himself: "Everyone has a girlfriend at such a young age, you only have a laptop, it's really a wreck, at such an age, there is no junior who is willing to call your brother, too... Someone like you who picks the door and is troublesome..."

After feeling sorry for himself, Wen Yilang turned around and ran to catch up with the bus.

The flow of people is like weaving, bustling.

Wen Yilang got off the bus, shuttled through the sea of people, and walked through three traffic lights before the apartment was in sight.

The apartment is a bit dated and doesn't look very good.

Wen Yilang took out the key and was about to enter the apartment, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a small sound from the green belt on the side of the road.

"Uhhhhhh

Wen Yilang frowned, put away the key, and approached the green belt to take a look.

A foul smell greeted you.

I saw a yellow and white cat lying between the branches and leaves of the bushes, with a huge wound on the waist and abdomen, as if it had been cut by a knife, the internal organs were scattered, the blood coagulated, and it was too dead to die anymore.

Obviously, this is where the foul smell comes from.

And right next to the dead cat, a kitten was barking weakly.

It was a newborn kitten, dirty, with a knife wound on its right leg, and a weak cry.

It doesn't seem to be able to understand why the big cat didn't move.

"These days, there are really all kinds of perverts. Wen Yilang cursed, then fell silent, and stood there looking at the kitten in amazement.

Saving a stray cat, or a stray cat that is about to die, is not a simple matter, at least, it is not something that can be solved by generating electricity with love, but it requires money.

I don't know how long later, Wen Yilang gritted his teeth, walked into the convenience store next to the apartment, and soon walked out with a cardboard box, returned to the green belt, reached out and pinched the skin on the back of the kitten's neck, lifted it, and put it in the cardboard box.

The little milk cat didn't even struggle, as if it was dead.

Wen Yilang ran down the street with the box in his arms.

A taxi stopped and called him, but he ignored it, and he just kept running into a veterinary hospital.

Panting and sweating like rain, his already pale face became even paler.

"Please... Save this cat..."

He grabbed a passing nurse, out of breath and unable to speak.

The nurse was not frightened, but took the cardboard box, looked at the cat in the box with a calm face, and nodded, "Na." ”

So ten minutes later, Wen Yilang sat in the treatment room.

Spacious, bright and snow-white.

Soon, an elderly male doctor pushed open the door and walked in, wearing a white coat with gray temples.

The doctor sat down opposite Wen Yilang and said with a solemn face: "It has been treated urgently, but it is useless, it is not only a knife wound, but also a bit of a ruptured spleen, and the inflammation caused by the decay and inflammation of the wound is also threatening its life, it must be operated on as soon as possible, otherwise it may die at any time." ”

Wen Yilang asked worriedly, "How much does it cost?"

The doctor sighed and said, "I won't hide it from you, it's about 800,000." ”

Wen Yilang was stunned and said, "Why is it so expensive?"

The doctor nodded: "It's a bit expensive, please make a decision quickly, whether you want to save it or not." ”

Wen Yilang was silent.

Ten minutes later, at the entrance of the hospital.

Wen Yilang walked out of the hospital with the box in his hand, and his walking posture was broken and lifeless.

He walked over to the green belt, put the box on the ground, and crouched there, looking at the cat in the box.

The little milk cat is completely immobile, with its eyes closed, dying.

Wen Yilang didn't have a tangled look on his face, he just looked at it calmly for a while, and then got up and planned to leave.

"Ah, this gentleman, you are now... Are you losing your cat?"

A hoarse voice came.

Wen Yilang looked back and found that it was a woman.

The woman has a good figure, wheat-colored skin, and a hooded cap, so she can't see her face clearly, but between her eyebrows, there is anger.

Wen Yilang said coldly: "What's the matter, you're so kind, go save it!"

With that, he walked away without looking back, leaving the woman where she was.