Yu Chaoxin rushed back to the dormitory, turned on the computer and began to write music. The dormitory was originally four people, but now he is the only one left who has not moved out. Two of the activists from their school years joined the orchestra early, and the other went abroad to study abroad. So no one will bother him.

I was busy until the afternoon, and I wrote dozens of pages of scores, and the heat in my mind decreased slightly. He suddenly became excited, and the degree of tapping on the keyboard became slower and slower, and finally stopped dejectedly: No matter how much I write, it is useless, and I can't express anything. This is also an adaptation of the original author, and if the author does not agree, it is infringement, no, it is more strictly plagiarism.

Or, go to the author and ask for authorization, show him my adaptation? Can he agree, and where can I find it? What is the relationship between the residents in the Nanhu community and the author, and ask him if there is hope?

Immediately, an even bolder thought flashed through him.

Is it possible for me to keep this tune for myself?

Yu Chaoxin was stunned by this demonic thought and quickly shook his head.

No, no, it's illegal to do this. The original author must have evidence, and he will really be ruined by then.

But my heart is like a grass. Looking at the dozens of scores he had worked so hard to write, he was very uncomfortable. This is his work, at most the word "adaptation" is preceded. It has been said that good work is like an author's child. But if there is no accident, his child can only be locked in a drawer, and he will never see the light of day. You may be able to entertain yourself, but you should never expect applause.

Yu Chaoxin walked around the dormitory. A quarter of an hour later, he sat back down in front of his computer. I chose two from the sheet music and copied them into the notebook where he usually took notes.

Then, he went to the graduate dormitory to find a senior brother. This senior brother named Huang Yan and he are fellow countrymen, and they have taught classes to their class, so the two know each other.

Huang Yan didn't expect Yu Chaoxin to come to him, and the two of them were general. However, he didn't show it, and said with a smile: "Rare guest, it's rare that you are willing to come to me." How's your job going?"

Yu Chaoxin thanked him and sat down shyly. "The few companies who applied for the job didn't reply, and it is estimated that it is no fun. ”

"Oh, don't be discouraged. There's something for everyone. Are you looking for something to me?" Huang Yan poured a glass of water and secretly guessed Yu Chaoxin's intention.

I don't have that ability, and besides, our friendship is not that level.

Yu Chaoxin nodded heavily. "I really want to ask my brother for help. ”

"Say, don't be polite to my senior brother. I still have a few ways to do things in school. "The implication is that there is nothing I can do outside of school.

It turned out that he was overthinking. Yu Chaoxin just handed over the notebook in his hand. "Senior brother, take a look first. ”

Huang Yan's eyebrows moved, which was a bit unexpected for him. Reading music is certainly not a problem for a graduate student majoring in orchestral music. After a few casual glances, he looked up in surprise. "You wrote this?"

Yu Chaoxin didn't say anything, and sighed.

Huang Yan couldn't care about his reply, he first read it roughly, and then carefully combed it from the beginning to note one note at a time. He said unsatisfactorily: "Yes! This is an excerpt, what about the full spectrum?"

Yu Chaoxin didn't answer directly, and asked rhetorically: "Have you heard this song, senior brother?" He pondered his words. "Well, something like that counts. ”

"Absolutely not. Huang Yan answered categorically.

He didn't understand why. It's not a work that's smaller, think about it, it's also smaller. I have never shown a talent for creation. But the score is really unfamiliar, and I haven't heard of any famous violinists coming out recently.

"I would like to ask my brother to help me check if any of my works have collided with my tunes recently. Yu Chaoxin gritted his teeth and finally said his request.

Huang Yan was the vice president of the provincial student union before grad school and was a very active figure. He also left a lot of contacts at school. There must be nothing wrong with looking for him. Yu Chaoxin didn't want to expose the secrets in his heart to others, the problem was that he couldn't find someone more secure.

Sure enough, Huang Yan nodded without hesitation. "That's fine. But you haven't answered me yet, whether the song is yours or not?"

"I filled in the score, and I don't know if the song counts. Yu Chaoxin finally gave an ambiguous answer.

Huang Yan looked at him deeply. "Then I'll keep this book first.,If there's news, I'll tell you immediately.。 ”

After Yu Chaoxin left, Huang Yan stared at the score book for a long time, stood up, and took off the violin hanging on the wall......

Another week passed. This week, Quan Hao either went to the gym or went to the pool to swim after work every day. When others ask, they say that they are exercising, and there is nothing to hide anyway. Luo Quanyu also laughed at him: It's too late to exercise now, and with his body, he can't train eight-pack abs. Quan Hao just smiled, of course he knew that he was reserving his physical strength for the adventure.

The rest of the time, he frantically looked up information and read novels. The information is adventure, survival, first aid knowledge, etc., in short, as long as he thinks it is useful, he will download it and store it in his mobile phone. Novels are found on novel websites for time and space travel works. He didn't know if these works would be useful, so he just skimmed through them at a glance.

Jeon Ho now has changed his personality. All along, he was a man of little guts. Go to work, don't get into trouble after work, and try to stay away from trouble. But this week, his temper has grown a lot. At home, if the upstairs and downstairs are too fierce at night, he used to endure it, but now he goes directly to knock on the door and says something. In the class, I also know how to argue with reason. It used to be him who cleaned and ran errands in the office, but now when someone instructs him, he will only answer one sentence - no time. It doesn't matter if he's really unavailable or fake. When the leader came to ask him, he said: Unless I am given an extra cleaning salary, I will have to come in turn. The leader asked rhetorically, that person's performance is better than yours. He replied: Not all of them are better than me. The leader was speechless, because it almost had to do with everything worse than Quan Hao, and he either didn't dare to offend, or he didn't deserve it. In the end, Quan Hao said: I will do my job conscientiously and ensure that I am worthy of the salary offered by the boss. The rest depends on my mood, at least cleaning and running errands can't become my obligation.

Back in the office, Zhao Li in their group came lukewarmly. Someone's performance is not good, and his temper is not small. He is a distant cousin of the boss of the company and is known to be the eyes and ears of the boss in the sales department. So I usually don't run business, but there are always many people who flatter me, and I can't drag it myself.

For this feel-good gentleman, Quan Hao only said lightly. Then let your cousin fire me.

For this sentence, Quan Hao drank eight cans of beer that night. Don't look at a few words, he would never have been able to say it before. Because he needed this job to make ends meet. Living in a big city is also stressful, and the cost of room and board is more than 2,000 per month. In order to live, he must be cautious, and although the company he works for is a private company, the intrigue and office politics have never been broken. He's always been far away. But you don't look for trouble, trouble comes to you. From the day he joined the company, the old people in the office supported him with his qualifications and performance. Even if he refuses, these people will just not hear. Of course he was not happy, but it was the first time that he blatantly flipped the table. In the past, he didn't dare to do this because he was afraid of losing his job. And what was once incomparably precious to him is now just an ordinary job.

Quan Hao was drunk, but he was extremely sober. He came to a conclusion: There are no temperless people in the world, and there is no temper because there is no confidence to support temper. So where does my confidence come from?

His drunken eyes fell on the glittering space-time door.

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