Why did those heavenly kings target him, a newcomer who was not well-known? Ren Qian racked his brains, but he really didn't come up with a reason. Just don't bother.

Click to the background of Weibo's account and look at the number of Weibo fans. Nearly a million!

He was surprised.

The deviant Cantonese songs can only be said to be the little lotus that shows their sharp corners, while the common people of the empire have been poisoned by ancient songs since they were young, and they have been brainwashed by music critics who have distorted the aesthetics of music from time to time.

At this time, he can still insist on paying attention to him, which shows that this million people can't put down "The Sea and the Sky", and it can be said that they have reached the hardcore Cheng dù.

One million fans means that Ren Qian already has a lot of energy, and the most basic embodiment of these energies is that under Ren Qian Weibo, from time to time you will see a few 'righteous people' who scold those trolls.

Flipping down again, Ren Qian's brows furrowed slightly, and a look of extreme disgust flashed on his face.

Yang Chen, Qi Fei, and Wang Si formed a group called boy'k after signing the contract, and now the official Wei Bo of this group actually said shamelessly:

"Those Cantonese songs were all games made by the band members when they worked together, but they were stolen by Ren Qian! For that reason, we kicked him out of the Landing on Mars. Mars Entertainment also did not sign such a singer with no morals. I hope that Ren Qian will stop using the fruits of other people's hard work to grandstand. ”

Wei Bo swiped tens of thousands of comments below, smearing Ren Qian in various ways, and calling on everyone to go to Ren Qian and Weibo to abuse him......

'I'm really cuckolding your father!' Accuse me in every possible way! ’

Ren Qian was furious, he had seen shameless, but he had never seen such shameless. Not to mention the songs that he stole for three months, he had to pour dirty water inch by inch, was he Ren Qian too kind?

Since they are determined to suppress, then he doesn't want to put up with it, for this matter, it is not just a matter of blindly tolerating it, these people are bullying, only by slapping them hard, slapping them so that they dare not be arrogant, they will stop, will show their servile side.

So Ren Qian tapped quickly on the screen with both hands, and finally sent out a large paragraph of text.

"I thought that the kings who had been famous for a long time were all predecessors who knew right from wrong, but today I found that you are not worthy of this sentence, nor are you worthy of the word senior.

First of all, if you don't know that the three of them plagiarized, come to discredit me, that is to do things without thinking and credulously, which is stupid.

Secondly, if you know that the three of them are plagiarizing and come to smear me, it is covering up the sin, and the nature of this behavior is even more unbearable.

Moreover, if you don't know that they plagiarized and didn't cover it up, but you just come to smear me, you can't innovate and want to erase a talented musician, which is even more frustrating.

I do understand, this generation of kings, the reason why they are kings, I'm afraid they have a hand in intrigue and trickery, but they can't take out their talents, right? ”

Ren Qian's Wei Bo has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and he is sharp, and the spearhead is directed at the Heavenly King.

Wei Bo sent it out, and Ren Qian quickly walked into the dormitory to prepare for sleep. And when he was silent, the storm on the Internet was relatively calm, but as soon as Wei Bo was released, all the idle netizens made a noise.

The water armies of the kings are overwhelming, and rumors and insults are flying. The fans of those Heavenly Kings even ran to Ren Qian Weibo to insult them, and they looked like brainless fans.

Back in the dormitory, Ren Qian hurriedly went to sleep. Let Wei Bo rise to the top.

If he Ren Qian was a starlet with no ink, he might kneel and lick the kings.

But he's not! He thought to himself. People like him can enjoy the treatment of the protagonist in the novel, are you still afraid of these outdated kings?

It's not worth them at all, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and the ban will be blocked and slapped in the face with talent, it's as simple as that.

Swinging away the negative feelings, Ren Qian turned off Wei Bo, chatted with the nurse sister without skin and face, and then exchanged goodnight with her before slowly falling asleep.

……

The next day, Ren Qian was woken up by his handsomeness as usual, got up and brushed his teeth and washed his face. Run two laps around the playground and walk to the cafeteria.

There are few people in the cafeteria, you can eat breakfast quietly, after eating, Ren Qian walked to the apartment where Wen Run lived, the nurse sister had already received the call, poked her little head out of the window at the right time, smiled sweetly, and appeared downstairs not long after.

"Do you really want to go home with me?"

The nurse's sister was a little embarrassed, but she generously sent the backpack to Ren Qian. That inquiry is tantamount to nothing.

"Of course, don't be afraid, I believe that with my eloquence, I can help you convince my future father-in-law."

Ren Qian took the backpack on the nurse's sister's shoulder. He blinked confidently, then ...... For the first time, he held the hand that was as warm and soft as congealed fat.

"I have to come to my house at noon, and I can't find him during the day. He usually goes to that small hotel in the evening, and then we can go to ...... Wouldn't it be a hassle? ”

"No hassle. Let's go, we'll go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables later, your skills should be great, right? Prepare a sumptuous dinner, bring your dad back, and officially announce that I will be your legal caretaker from now on! ”

Ren Qian teased.

"Legal caretaker? Hey, are you having a fever in your brain, this girl slapped you for 108,000 miles. ”

The nurse's sister's face was angry, and she slapped Ren Qian, who was dancing with her eyebrows.

……

The winter nights are cold, and on the lonely street, two figures stop outside a humble bar, and two red and festive lanterns on the lintel of the bar shiver in the cold wind.

In such a situation, there should be no customers coming to the bar? Ren Qian's eyes rolled and he sneered.

"It's such a sturdy bar, and it hasn't closed down even if it's in such a bad state."

The nurse's sister glared at him angrily.

"It was here that he often drank alone and talked to himself......"

She pushed the door open, and Mo Dai frowned, her eyes glued to the decadent middle-aged man sitting in front of the bar for the first time.

The middle-aged man was full of alcohol, and there were empty cups in front of him, and in the middle of the cup was a plate of fennel beans with wine, which was very miserable, with only a few small green bean shells left.

"Shh......h

Ren Qian grabbed Wen Run and quietly stepped aside, the middle-aged man, that is, Wen Run's decadent father, was looking up to the sky and sighing.

"Fifteen years have passed in a blink of an eye! My daughter is twenty-one today, I am still like this, no one can understand my talent, and I love singing...... But...... Who can understand?"

Ren apologized and hugged his nurse sister, his eyes were hot.

'I love singing'.

From this, he thought of a story from his previous life, about the story of his idol Gu Juji:

In 00, Xiangjiang was prejudiced against the mainland of China, and Xiangjiang artists disdained to go to the mainland, they felt that only when Xiangjiang could not get along with it, they went to the mainland to develop.

Gu Juji was in the midst of a thriving career at that time, and he took the risk to run to shoot the deep rain and Huanzhu Gege, and later the two dramas became popular. And Gu Ju can basically rely on this wind to make money in the mainland for a few years, but he is not happy to make money, and still fades out of the public eye and goes back to write his songs.

When he returned to the Hong Kong music scene, many people said, "Why are you coming back?" The sarcasm of ridicule is very obvious.

Gu Juji didn't care on the surface, and he didn't talk much about these encounters in front of the media, even if he said it later, it was light and understated. But it is easy to know that he chose to go back to Xiangjiang to sing at that time, and he did suffer a lot of eyes and pressure.

The singers who used to travel with him pretended not to know him, and the media ridiculed his clothes as "from the Qing Dynasty". In short, cold words, sarcasm and prejudice are flying all over the sky.

In the summer of 2003, after the promotion of Huanzhu ended, he signed a contract with Paco and began recording and sending songs. Paitai's song "Nirvana" won the second place in the top ten and the annual My Favorite Song Award at the year's 903 Awards Ceremony.

DJ Sammy said: "Come back happily, most afraid of getting a cold sentence from others, are you back?" This singer has been away from the podium for two years, and this year's first song won the second place, I really want to tell him: You are back! Gu Juji! ”

And Gu Juji said while crying: "I like to sing so much." ”

This phrase became one of his most iconic labels many years later.

'I like to sing' - just one sentence, revealing a firm belief, maybe Gu Juji said this sentence mixed with all kinds of feelings, but there is a kind of open-mindedness that he is strong and he is strong, and the breeze blows the hills.

Cold eyes, sarcastic prejudices, ridicule and alienation...... It doesn't matter!

Ren Qian, who was repeatedly frustrated in his previous life and full of thorns in his life, took this as his motto, and now when he hears this sentence in a foreign country, he naturally has mixed feelings.

Because, he also likes to sing!

……

When Ren Qian was distracted, the gentle and decadent father picked up the acoustic guitar in the corner and played a simple tune, the melody was like the background music of a long narrative poem, slowly, gently, and suddenly, there seemed to be a cold discharge on the top of his head. This is a tune written by a man with a story, and this is a word written by a man with a story.

'It's okay, it's really okay

I maybe, long overdue, should have gone back......