"Hey, Ning Xi, do you have to tell me about Ling Wenxuan when you call?" Jin Yi is helpless.|Among every two people who watch romance, there is an account that has registered an account on the network.

"Because he's my brother!"

"So what did you think of me? You often say that we won't be friends, let alone other relationships. You're not even a friend, and you're still looking for my help? ”

Xiao Ningxi was silent for a moment: "However, I can only ask you for help." ”

Jin Yi was silent for a long time.

"I can't help ......," Jin Yi whispered.

"I can't help it. The Lin family did something like that, as long as you come up with evidence, they will definitely die. Don't you have any evidence of the wind? Xiao Ningxi didn't believe it.

Jin Yi shook his head: "I mean I can't help, it's not that I can't produce evidence." Rather, my evidence is only against Lin Jiacheng personally, and it has nothing to do with Lin Xiren. Exposing Lin Jiacheng did us no good at all, but made Lin Xiren hate us to death. Once Lin Xiren launched the ruthless Yang Wind, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't resist his crazy revenge. ”

"I want to help people and also override the basis of reality, I will not make this meaningless bet with the safety of our Yang Feng."

"......" Xiao Ningxi was dumbfounded. She didn't know what she should say to express herself and persuade Jin Yi.

Jin Yi did the right thing, no matter who it is, it is impossible to ruin his future for an indifferent favor.

Xiao Ningxi sighed in her heart, Wen Xuan, what should my sister do, how can I help you......

"However, it is not completely impossible to ......"

……

One day, the next day. It was an extraordinarily long day, especially for Ling Wenxuan and the Heavenly King Studio. Their defenses were completely destroyed and riddled with holes.

The gap in hard power will not work with any kind of strategy.

Huang Qingrong leaned on the sofa and looked at the ceiling in a daze, doing everything he could. But Huang Xudong still needs to think about it, he has no choice.

In the music department of "Studios", Wang Sheng, a cunning fox, can't be counted on. The same goes for S.M. It doesn't come in handy when it matters most. In addition, S.M is still in South Korea, and the whip is beyond its reach. The strength that can be exerted is extremely limited.

I can't count on a single qiē, and I can't do it. Huang Qingrong was exhausted, and this time his opponent was Lin Xiren, the terrible "First Music" in charge. He did everything he had to do, and next. What to do?

Huang Qingrong closed his eyes, and his body seemed to be in prostration. Dreams, the dreams of the kings, the dreams of the kings of the first days. What should I do with this qiē? Can it only be shattered?

"Huh......" Huang Qingrong got up suddenly, straightened his waist and walked out of the door, his steps were slightly vain.

Downstairs, everyone saw Huang Qingrong, and Jiang Meixian asked, "Qingrong." Where are you going? ”

"Look at Wenxuan." Huang Qingrong waved his hand.

"I'll go too."

"I'll go by myself."

Huang Qingrong left, Jiang Meixian looked at Huang Qingrong's back a little strangely. He, what's going on?

……

Huang Qingrong walked into Ling Wenxuan's ward, and Ling Wenxuan was sitting in a wheelchair looking out the window.

Huang Qingrong walked lightly behind Ling Wenxuan.

"Brother Qingrong......" Ling Wenxuan's voice was dry.

"Hmm." Huang Qingrong looked in a trance, looked out the window and did not speak.

Both are smart people, and many things can be understood without words.

Why is Ling Wenxuan's voice dry? Because he guessed. When Huang Qingrong came here, Ling Wenxuan probably guessed that if the matter was being resolved, Huang Qingrong would not have such leisure to come here. What else could be the reason for him to be here? Failed......

Huang Qingrong listened to Ling Wenxuan's dry voice. He could also understand that Ling Wenxuan understood. Both are smart people. Cooperate more than once, and understand each other.

"It's still cloudy." Ling Wenxuan looked at the misty Heavenly Dao, "From the day I was in the playground, until now, it has always been such a day. Sometimes it rains......"

Huang Qingrong's hand holding the wheelchair grip clenched violently. Yin's hands were bloodshot and red.

"Yes...... Huang Qingrong's usually calm voice trembled slightly, "I didn't expect that this kind of weather would last so long." ”

Ling Wenxuan pulled out a smile: "No way, the sky is cloudy, no one can do it." Oh my God, after all! ”

Huang Qingrong held the grip too hard. Arms are shaking.

Huang Qingrong opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Brother Qingrong, push me down to take a look." Ling Wenxuan turned his head and chuckled at Huang Qingrong.

Huang Qingrong saw Ling Wenxuan's heart jump suddenly, and Ling Wenxuan's gaze turned out to be empty.

No one knows how much music is in Ling Wenxuan's heart. Ling Wenxuan, who is ruined, will he still have a chance to climb the road of music? Without dreams and music, what kind of person will Ling Wenxuan become?

Ling Wenxuan's eyes were so empty, what kind of blow did he suffer?

"Hmm." Huang Qingrong's throat seemed to be stuck, and it was so difficult to pronounce this syllable.

Huang Qingrong held the wheelchair grip, and his forearm muscles bulged.

A ward, countless people watched. Nurses, patients, doctors, family members of patients......

"Hmm, isn't that Ling Wenxuan?"

"Hey, do you believe those things on Ling Wenxuan's Internet?"

"I think it's very likely. He can't seem wrong about saying this for so many days, a scumbag. ”

"Yes, scumbag, I used to like him so much."

"I've also added his fan club, and it's really disgusting to think about it now. Such a person deserves to be my idol? ”

"Why didn't this kind of scum die sooner and still live well in the hospital. It's literally polluting the world. ”

The green tendons on Huang Qingrong's forehead popped out, and the forearm holding the grip not only bulged out muscles, but also burst out.

As if he couldn't hear anything, Ling Wenxuan looked ahead in distraction, not caring about anything.

The section from here to the elevator, Huang Qingrong intuitively felt that a century had passed. Such harsh words in his ears made him, who was already guilty, feel like a pinprick at the moment.

"In my childhood, there was only music, and in my youth, there was only music." Ling Wenxuan spoke abruptly.

Huang Qingrong felt bitter in his heart.

"I thought that in my future, I would always be accompanied by music. I'm convinced it must be so. Ling Wenxuan's tone was light, as if he was talking about someone else's affairs.

The more bland the tone, the more uncomfortable Huang Qingrong felt.

"Lin Jiacheng's persecution of me made me feel hopeless for a while. But I still survived, and my musical path survived! I thought that there would never be anything in my life that would stop my music path, but ......" Ling Wenxuan turned his head.

Huang Qingrong clearly saw that two bundles of crystal things in Ling Wenxuan's empty eyes slid down his cheek bones. Huang Qingrong's heart shook, and the man's tears were!

For Ling Wenxuan, music is bigger than the sky and more important than the sky. At this moment, in Ling Wenxuan's heart, the sky has fallen!

"Now, I seem to see my future shattered. It's like glass, shattered into a slag ......."

The gloomy sky seemed to echo Ling Wenxuan's words, words of despair.

However, it seems that at the end of the day, the dark clouds are gradually dispersing...... Seem? (To be continued.) )