It was an afternoon and the sun was shining.

The handsome and noble young man lazily lies on the recliner on the balcony, the slight breeze occasionally blows the curtain, and the pothos placed on the balcony grows very well, and the green leaves make people like it.

It's quiet, except for the occasional unnamed bug in the garden downstairs that squeals lazily.

The young man had his eyes closed, his face calm, and his long eyelashes looked as if they were transparent in the light of the sun.

There was no special expression on his face when he fell asleep, but at first glance, one could immerse one in a peaceful atmosphere.

Until the sunlight was blocked out by the balcony, the young man's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes gently.

With some dazedness in his eyes and a sense of tranquility in his dreams, the young man suddenly got up from the recliner, walked into the room in three or two steps, and sat down at the desk to write hard.

……

After a long time, Han Zhixing opened his eyes and regained the feeling of writing this song at that time.

It was a very psychedelic dream, a fantastical adventure about an elf.

The myriad characters are filled with dramatic fantasy adventures, magnificent gems, deep forests, interactive projections of animals or humans.

Han Zhixing's fingers kept recording on the paper, and a series of notes and words were written on the paper by him in confusion.

More than an hour later, his fingers slammed, and he lay on the table weakly and gasped weakly.

After a long time, after the almost suffocating feeling of weakness just now gradually dissipated, Han Zhixing held on to the table and staggered to his feet.

"Tsk, really...... It's a bit too empty......"

He sighed a little helplessly, listening to the sound of his body moving suddenly after sitting for a long time, and his right arm and one hand were almost unconscious.

But......

Han Zhixing's gaze fell on a pile of paper on the table, and he couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth, and even the pair of phoenix eyes that usually looked too cold and thin bent out of a gentle arc.

He had a new idea about that dream.

If the previous "Dream" was intoxicating with a dreamy feeling, the "Dream" he wrote this time added some treacherous touch to its psychedelic basis.

An absurdist dramatic fantasy story.

- This is the dream.

Han Zhixing exhaled deeply from his chest, rubbed his already stiff arm, turned around and poured himself a cup of hot water to drink, lay on the sofa and rested for a while, then picked out a few good dishes from the refrigerator and carried them to the kitchen.

Although he originally wanted to cook a good meal today, but he was really tired at this time, if it wasn't for the fact that his stomach was really hungry, he desperately wanted to collapse to the bed and sleep.

Cooked a bowl of noodles neatly, and after Han Zhixing finished eating, he threw the bowl directly on the dishwashing table and took a shower and got into the bed.

He slept for more than ten hours and didn't wake up until nine o'clock the next morning.

A few days ago, although he said that he was consciously sitting upright, he had a depression in his heart, and he didn't sleep well at night.

It wasn't until yesterday that I relaxed, and this one slept very well.

Han Zhixing stretched on the bed, and then narrowed his eyes happily.

The weather looks good today, the sun has come out, and the sunlight casts a very soft light in the room through the beige curtains, which makes Han Zhixing's mood suddenly transparent.

After breakfast, he poked open Weibo.

Weibo is still the same as before, tens of thousands of @ his messages and many private messages, and even the fans have risen in a wave - all to come and scold him.

Han Zhixing pursed his lips, poked the little red dots of those messages and stopped looking at them, but poked Wang Zijun's Weibo instead.

He hadn't paid attention to Wang Zijun before, only heard of this singer who had been pressing him - although he didn't think that this woman was stronger, but the evaluation in the eyes of the public was indeed like this.

He took her Weibo message very seriously from the first one.

The earliest one was in one or two years, when she participated in a singing competition, and when she was selected for the top 40 in the audition, she sent a message expressing that she was very happy, followed by an audio of the song she sang during the competition, and the lyrics were a separate picture.

After that, one after another, every time she advanced, she would send a message to celebrate, and then she used to bring audio and lyrics pictures, until she entered the finals, and the comments below were all expressions of deep love for her in addition to the majority of the comments that came to leave her name after she became famous.

Han Zhixing looked at it, and found that there was not even a single negative comment under this person's Weibo, and it was all comments such as "talented woman" and "all-rounder".

In addition, she has a gentle personality, not to mention her appearance, not to mention the country and the city, and she can be regarded as a small jasper, so it is no wonder that such a person in the entertainment industry will get a "clear stream" evaluation.

Han Zhixing flipped over a dozen times, and then jumped directly to the time period when he participated in the competition and ran into her.

He is indeed proud of his personality, and that is because he knows that his talent deserves his pride, but that does not mean that he really has no one in his eyes.

He had a very bad impression of Wang Zijun from the beginning, and in the finals, when Wang Zijun came to greet him, the moment he met her eyes, Han Zhixing determined the other party's hostility towards him.

- It's kind of strange to say.

He hadn't seen Wang Zijun before, and he had nothing to do with her at all, but at that time, she looked a little shy with a smile, but the light in her eyes was very terrifying.

Because that look was so special, he was impressed by this person, and at the same time, he was also determined to stay away from her.

Later, he won the second place in the finals, and the first place was Wang Zijun.

For this result, Han Zhixing did not feel sad.

Although he always felt that Wang Zijun sounded a little out of place when he sang, he also had to admit that the other party's lyrics and composition were better and more mature than himself.

- Such an excellent feeling made Han Zhixing suspect for a while that the author of those tunes should not be such a singer who couldn't play them at all.

But think about it, if a person really has such talent, he will not willingly stand behind Wang Zijun and be her shadow.

Han Zhixing, who thought like this, dispelled his suspicions about Wang Zijun.

After that competition, Wang Zijun only felt that he was on fire, and Han Zhixing realized his shortcomings, rejected the invitation of a media company, and went abroad alone for two years before coming back.

When he debuted, he was only the second place, and there was some heat at the beginning, but when he was absent for two years, the popularity was almost gone.

However, this did not affect Han Zhixing's mood.

His two years abroad were not in vain, he spent two years almost stepping on Europe, and he also went to famous music mecca.

This kind of him is definitely not the same as he was two years ago.

The first thing he did when he came back was to sort out the manuscripts he had saved for the past two years, slightly revised and beautified them, and posted them on his personal website.

After all, he has some real material, and it didn't take long for the song to become popular.

Han Zhixing didn't feel flattered about this matter - as I said before, he was always arrogant, and such a result was taken for granted in his eyes.

His songs are all original, and the lyrics and music are all written by himself little by little during his travels.

At the same time, Wang Zijun, who has long been popular now, is also playing such a name, and everyone unconsciously put the two of them together, and some people even called Han Zhixing the second prince.

Such an evaluation may be a compliment in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Han Zhixing, it is completely insulting.

The more he progressed, the more he could feel the sense of discord between Wang Zijun's work and hers.

Ordinary people's works usually have their own style, but Wang Zijun's style is very changeable, and sometimes it doesn't feel like something that can be written by her age, her personality, and her vision.

For example, the title song "Xiaguang" in the album of the second chapter of her release.

The lyrics of this song carry a feeling of loss, amazement and relief after seeing through the world and then standing at the foot of the mountain and looking at the peak that he has reached.

This is not at all the feeling that a teenage girl can have!

– And that's exactly what happened.

"Xiaguang" was the first and only song written by a film and television diva in her last life after she suffered an affair with her husband in her forties, her family broke up, and she had cancer again.

- This song was only exploded after the death of the diva, and when it was released, it was enshrined as a divine comedy.

It's also a swan song.

The complex feeling contained in this song cannot be expressed no matter how hard Wang Zijun tries.

- because she doesn't have the heart of the diva.

Han Zhixing just felt discordant before he traveled, but after the trip, his mood has changed a lot, and he can feel more about the resonance of music, and he is almost sure that Wang Zijun's work is definitely not from her own hand!

- But how did she get so many talented and different people to willingly not come forward to write songs for her alone?

Han Zhixing couldn't figure it out.

- Of course, he couldn't imagine that there is an unscientific thing in this world called rebirth, and Wang Zijun is the reborn person with the memory of his previous life.

There is no way to figure it out, but Han Zhixing's impression of Wang Zijun directly fell to the bottom.

So at a certain event, when a reporter put the two of them together and said it, Han Zhixing shook his face immediately, and finally turned around and left without giving face.

At that time, Wang Zijun's fans had already sprayed Han Zhixing into a dog, and the reporter who was dumped on face was also very close to writing all kinds of bad things about Han Zhixing.

No matter where it is, there will never be a shortage of people who gloat over the well, so after that, Han Zhixing's black material exploded wave after wave, true and false, false and real, netizens are not clear, only everyone is the same.

However, in addition to Han Zhixing's personality problems, other black materials really don't have any real hammers, and his strength is already very good, but he still has a few diehard fans.

……

Han Zhixing carefully flipped through Wang Zijun's Weibo, and when it was dark, he only flipped a small half.

With a move of his fingers, Han Zhixing ate dinner, thought about it, and poked a friend open.

"Night Rain Aged Wine" is one of Han Zhixing's earliest fans.

Han Zhixing's Weibo originally only had his own works, and most of his fans' comments below were "marriage proposals" and "I want to give you a monkey" or something like that - this was before his black glow - only this "Night Rain Aged Wine" comment was very serious from the beginning.

He can always hear very accurately from Han Zhixing's songs that he writes songs with the feelings in his heart, and then seriously covers the comments on the first floor.

After a long time, Han Zhixing was very impressed by this person, and later the two of them chatted a few words.

Han Zhixing quickly found the name "Night Rain Aged Wine" from the thin dozen attentions, and then poked it in.

As soon as he poked it in, Han Zhixing was a little stunned.

The other party sent several messages, but he never read them.

——After the fall of Weibo, people scolded him in private messages every day, so he didn't read the private messages at all, so he didn't know that anyone else had sent him a message like this.

"This song is really different from your usual style, it's called 'Dreamland', could it be that you had a strange dream and woke up and wrote this song, right?

Felt ......"

"Are you okay? Don't worry about things online. ”

"I believe in you. ”

"You can hear from your works what kind of person you are, and you don't have to pay attention to those people and Yiyun's sunspots. ”

"I know it's a false accusation, and there will be a day when the truth will come out. ”

"Are you still there?"

"I believe in you. ”

……

Except for the first one where he wrote his opinion on the song "Dream", the rest should be that after the incident broke out, it all became comforting.

As things became more and more chaotic, the interval between his messages became longer and longer, and the last one was "I believe in you." "The time shown is a week ago.

Han Zhixing looked at the messages sent by "Night Rain Aged Wine" one by one, and suddenly a sour meaning suddenly appeared in his heart.

He thought that when he didn't know it, there was still such a person who was willing to say to himself, "I believe in you." Then what else is there to be sad about.

He touched his finger on the screen, wanted to reply, but didn't know what to reply, and after a long time, his fingertips moved, and he wrote, "Now, do you still believe me?"

As he clicked send, a message popped up on the screen.

"My Han, you finally appeared!!!"

The other party used several lines of exclamation points to express his shock, which made Han Zhixing want to laugh.

He looked at the message he had already sent and felt that there was no need to ask that question again.