On this night, Jung Sung-hyun experienced nothing less than a small earthquake. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

first Liu Molin's reckless behavior, then Park Ji-yeon's drunken gaffe, and finally Baolan's Xingshi questioning, one by one, he was frightened. Although it seems that the contradiction has been resolved, and Baolan has not pursued it further, Zheng Chengxian knows that the impact of the incident has not been eliminated.

The next day, Liu Molin's visit to the door restored to the kind of polite and good upbringing, and the conversation was humorous. When he said with a smile that he was about to say goodbye and return to China, Zheng Chengxian's teeth itched with hatred.

How can he not hate the whole mess and now want to 'pat his ass and not take away a trace of the cloud'?

Hate is hate, but Liu Molin is a friend, Zheng Chengxian is still willing to make it. Regardless of their identities, there are many similarities between the two of them to some extent, and they both want to break free from a certain restrained environment, which makes Zheng Chengxian feel sorry for each other.

sent Liu Molin away, and the days returned to busyness. Running between the company and the apartment every day, there is always a lot of things to deal with waiting for him.

Now I am also a member of the successful people, I remember that in the movies and television I saw in my previous life, such people are carefree. Every day is to spend all kinds of handsome and beautiful women drinking, I envy the dead, but it's my turn here, why is it so sad?

Jung Sung-hyun crouched on his desk, full of sadness.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Park Jae-sang came in with a big pie face and a fluttering face, holding a stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

"Is there something wrong, Brother Zaixiang?"

Jung Sung-hyun raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at Park Jae-sang with blank eyes.

"This... I've made a little bit of a change, you can show it if it works. ”

Park Jae-sang smiled embarrassedly and handed over the music score in his hand.

Zheng Chengxian took it over suspiciously, he wrote the song "Jiangnan" according to the original song in his memory, what else needs to be modified?

"It's..."

After reading it, Zheng Chengxian raised his head in surprise, and wanted to ask, 'Where did you change?' ’

Park Jae-sang seemed to know what he was thinking, so he leaned up and pointed to the score and said:

"Here. . . Over here... There are a few other places that have been slightly modified. The more he spoke, the more unconfident he became, so much so that his voice was almost inaudible.

Looking at the score, Jung Sung-hyun was silent. It's not that Park Jae-sang changed how well or how badly. It's that this is obviously copied according to the original song, why is he still not satisfied, and he still has to make changes to Rauschzi?

Jung Sung-hyun was a little confused about Park Jae-sang's thoughts.

"Well, I remember you saying it was a piece of music with an irony twist, so I wanted to strengthen it in those places to make it more prominent." Park Jae-sang scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.

The original song was good enough, very much to his taste, and he liked it very much.

But it was precisely because of this that he wanted to make changes.

He also knew that his change was a distrust or disrespect to the original author. But the throbbing in his heart made him involuntarily behave irrationally.

Jung Sung-hyun rubbed his chin, a little hesitant.

The song "Gangnam" was originally Park Jae-sang's own work, and if he had more ideas about the work, it would be a good thing, and he had no reason to stop it.

But now, I don't know if it's because he has too much contact with politicians, and he is used to digging deeper into everything.

Just like the matter in front of him, he doesn't care whether the change is good or bad, he just wants to know the motivation behind Park Jae-sang's change, or what is the reason why he is dissatisfied with the original song that belongs to him, and wants to make such a dispensable change.

"Brother Zai Xiang, can you tell me why you have such an idea?"

Jung Sung-hyun put down the score and looked at Park Jae-sang calmly.

Park Jae-sang smiled embarrassedly and turned to walk towards the sofa to avoid his gaze.

After sitting down, he scratched the back of his head and said with an embarrassed expression:

"Since I got this song, I've been thinking about it over and over again, and the more I think about it, the more I like it, and I feel like it's just tailor-made for me. The song gave me a lot of inspiration and inspiration, and I felt the urge to do something in my heart, and I couldn't suppress it. ”

Park Jae-sang gradually relaxed, and his words became more and more fluent: "I know it's not good to change your tune like this, and I don't think I'm better than you, but I just can't help but want to do something." ”

Speaking of this, he shrugged regretfully:

"Now it seems that my changes have failed, and you are very unhappy."

Zheng Chengxian somewhat understood his thoughts, and the so-called Hunting Joy was probably this.

When I see something I like, I can't help but do something to make my mark on this thing. Park Jae-sang's thoughts should be the same, just like those who are keen on 'secondary creation'.

Figuring out this, he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed at his suspicions.

Zheng Chengxian smiled relievedly: "Brother Zaixiang, I didn't say I didn't like your changes. It's a good thing that you have your own ideas for songs, and I can't ask for them. After all, it's up to you to sing the songs, and it's okay for you to change them to suit you better. ”

When he said this, Park Jae was even more embarrassed, ashamed of his selfish thoughts, but he had no intention of repenting.

A common trait of successful people is their powerful and perverted obsession. Once you want to do something, you will persevere in it, and the thunder will not move. It is precisely because of this indomitable momentum that they can do what others can't.

Changing other people's tunes without permission, Park Jae-sang also felt bad, but the obsession in his heart made him want to stop. Before the change, I had been fighting for a long time and had been hesitating to do it.

Eventually, morbid impulses took over.

After the change, I was worried that Jung Sung-hyun would be unhappy because of it. Today, he is fully mentally prepared, and Zheng Chengxian will not waver whether he beats or scolds.

Now that he heard Zheng Chengxian comforting himself in turn, the guilt in his heart came up, and he was moved to the point of speechlessness. I can only make up my mind to work hard in the future and repay the company's love for me.

"Thank you Chengxian, thank you for not blaming me."

Park Jae-sang said gratefully.

"Wherever you say, you also want the song to be better, how can I blame you."

Seeing the excitement on his face, Zheng Chengxian smiled generously, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said jokingly: "Don't worry about my side, practice this song with all your strength and work hard to make money for me, which is the best thank you to me." ”

"Well, I'll definitely work hard!"

Park Jae-sang nodded vigorously.

Jung Sung-hyun smiled, turned around and took two glasses of water, handed Park Jae-sang a glass and asked casually:

"By the way, how did you choreograph the dance?"

Park Jae-sang, who was originally grateful, heard this, and his face collapsed instantly, and he took the water with a sad face and took a sip depressedly.

"What's wrong? Is there any difficulty? ”

Seeing him like this, Zheng Chengxian asked curiously.

"I kind of understand now that you meant that dance is very important." After Park Jae-sang put down the cup, he sighed: "I have discussed a lot with my friends before and after, but I always feel that something is wrong, and there is always something missing." ”

"Oh?"

Jung Sung-hyun was surprised:

"Can you show me the dance you've figured out?"

Pay will be nervous about 'horse dancing', which he really doesn't know. (To be continued.) )