Former Cannon Fodder's Self-help Manual

(Seven)

No see in a day, like three autumns.

Qu Qinghe just went to City A to discuss a project, and came back in a hurry. Su Yu's face was already three feet long, saying that it looked like the frost of the twelfth lunar month.

Qu Qinghe's most humble child Su Yu looks like this.

"My dear, why are you upset again? It's bad for the skin to be angry.

He is about to rush upwards when he poses. The strategy has already been planned, and he has to be the same.

However, the second master of Qu family ate it this time.

Su Yu dodges the beauty of men's tactics, her mouth pouting high.

"You still have the mind to play around here, haven't you seen the online video? Although there is no beginning or end, everyone can look at Xia Changhan."

Qu Qinghe disagreed: "One cannot conclude that "The Seventh Chapter of the Night" was made by her, and two can't whiten the stimulant incident, baby, don't be suspicious all day long, it is easy to get old."

Su Yu's cheeks were red with anger, but she always seemed to be playing the piano to a cow.

He turned around in anger, and said with a complaint: "This kind of video has been posted several times, Xia Changhan has become the focus, you are a paparazzi who eats dry food, and Nebulas Entertainment is already in your palm, so you won't use it. , Pave the road and bridge for me."

Qu Qinghe dragged Su Yu in the past, but the man refused to turn his head and repeated those words.

If Qu Qinghe doesn't create popular topics for him, he will pack up and go abroad.

Qu Qing and Su Yu had nothing to do. This is a baby bump that has finally caught up, holding it in his hand for fear of losing it, holding it in his mouth for fear of melting, and if he doesn’t do what he said, I’m afraid he will fly.

Even if Su Yu wants the sun, the moon and the stars to turn upside down, Qu Qinghe can't wait to build a long ladder to reach the sky, not to mention that he already has resources in his hands, but is just posting posts and buying hot searches.

Seeing Su Yu's still angry face, he knew it would be useless to say more at this moment.

Do it now, it's more real.

Standing by the window, Su Yu looked at the back of Qu Qinghe and far away through the gap of the gauze curtain, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

He is not satisfied with just being a "pianist". He is like a mirror in his heart, making a profit by composing. Hehe, the fantasy is almost the same.

Su Yu's ambition has long been set, he wants to enter the entertainment circle, that place is overflowing with gold, everywhere.

Why are there so many idlers in this world?

Xia Changhan was sitting in front of the computer for the tenth time today, sending scoops of ice cream to his mouth, and couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

The hot searches are still high, and there are people who have created a super topic of ##. There are hundreds of posts, posts and comments every day.

Several entertainment big V’s Weibo is always on the main page, and Nebula Entertainment is undoubtedly rushing to the top of the list.

As far as Xia Changhan could see, the Weibo on the top of Nebula's official Weibo account had over 10,000 comments, and it was growing day by day.

Well, there are hundreds more today.

Xia Changhan looked over one by one, accepting the world's most malicious moral kidnapping.

This, this, this...

What kind of bullshit conclusion is this.

She had just scooped a large scoop of ice cream into her mouth, but it all came out with a chuckle, and there were cream stains everywhere on the screen and keyboard.

Even those comments seem to be vanilla.

The sweet fragrance can't cover up the gloom of those words.

It was an extremely arrogant line of text. The Weibo ID name was [Su Qinqin], which is probably Su Yu's iron fan.

Xia Changhan glanced at this ID and felt nauseous.

She took a tissue and wiped off the cream stains on the screen and keyboard, and then read the sentence carefully.

[In the black and white world, we Susu are Haoyue Qingfeng, Xia Changhan, the beam jumping clown, had better disappear, otherwise I can only be like a rat crossing the street. I see it once and fight it once.

This is what a grudge.

Xia Changhan put another bite of ice cream in her mouth, but she was a weak woman who was forced to get involved in a so-called "scandal". Someone wanted to kill her.

Looking at those vicious words, Xia Changhan was completely cold, and the pores of his limbs shrank rapidly, and his eyes instantly condensed with frost.

She doesn't make troubles, but she can't be a guinea pig to be slaughtered.

Too much trouble with these people can only get angry with the upper body. Xia Changhan took the memory card that was afraid of men, and logged in to the newly registered Weibo, pressed the key, and then played a new video.

This time, she deliberately added that super talk, and Aite clicked on the official Weibo of Nebula, and still didn't say anything, only this section of the picture.

It was Xia Changhan who tried to play the score. A few short syllables were tried repeatedly. It seemed monotonous, but in fact it was extremely hard.

As in the last operation, she closed the comments and did not post any words, just watching the changes.

Sure enough, within a few minutes of putting it in Chaohua, he was noticed.

As soon as the network navy arrived, there was no way to comment, so they ran over posts in the super chat.

Someone started clamoring for human bloggers.

Xia Changhan sneered, this Weibo has no real name, it has not entered the V, and the ID is simple, there is no clue, how to check it.

After playing this video, she felt much better.

That [Su Qinqin] choice is ignored.

Xia Changhan looked at her hand, the inside of the box turned into water.

She got up and took a box of ice cream again. The moment she opened the refrigerator door, a chill rushed to her face. At that moment, there was an indescribable pleasure.

The brain seems to have just been washed away in a mess.

Xia Changhan's ears were clear and his eyes were clear, and his mind first jumped one or two notes, and gradually, he hummed a whole tune.

It has nothing to do with Fenghuaxueyue, how to say it, it is like the instantaneous change of ice and fire.

She felt that she was at a loss in the crater one second before, and the next second she reached the extremely low glacier.

Haha, eating ice cream can also inspire inspiration. Who says that composing must be about love. This is the ups and downs of life.

Xia Changhan sat down quietly, holding his breath, his fingers could not cover the keys, but he could simulate the rhythm.

She put paper and pen on her hand, hummed a few times, and then took notes. After a while, little tadpoles crawled all over the paper.

Yes, it's called "Ice Fire"!

Wasn't the life of the original body a history of blood and tears of ice and fire?

The volcano in Quzhai also erupted.

In the study, Mr. Qu couldn't sit still, paced back and forth, and looked at Qu Zhengguo, who was standing beside him, and his anger became even more intense.

"The good daughter you taught, the good daughter you taught!"

The old man emphasized the main point twice, and it was a convincing Qu Zhengguo who taught him Qu Qingyin who refused to submit to discipline.

Qu Zhengguo was upset when he was counted down. This was not easy to handle, so he did.

When I went to the ward that day, Xiaozhi moved with emotion to reason, and moved the blood relatives, but after his dry mouth, Qu Qingyin still said that.

"let me consider it."

Qu Zhengguo said again, she frowned and said that her leg hurts and she needed to rest. Qu Zhengguo didn't have much to say, and she went home.

He naturally didn't know his daughter's hard work, Qu Qingyin would not let it go easily before the new team was fully established.

"Dad, you also know that Qingyin's child has always been high-spirited, and that Zhonghe Technology was created by her..."

In this situation, Qu Zhengguo could only weakly explain a few words.

Elder Qu suddenly stopped and slapped the table fiercely.

"Such a trivial matter will make it difficult for you to do this, immediately convene a board of directors, you will come forward, fully regain the real power of that girl, let her go on so recklessly, the Qu family's Jiangshan woman will be in charge, and how to pass it out!"

Others are dying, but they reprimand their son like a lion roar.

Qu Zhengguo is one of the first two elders, the father and one son and one daughter, all of them are difficult to deal with.

Xia Changhan felt that either he had reached the heart orifice with the original body, or he was possessed by Qushen.

Her ten knuckles are not completely swollen yet, they are billowing like small carrots, but the keys in her head keep ringing, and they are so nice. Every cell in her body seems to be born for music, and can be activated casually. A few, just a chord Qingwu.

On this day, Xia Changhan was boring to brush the net, and there were no new words for those sprays.

She simply turned off the computer and wandered around the room.

In the original house, I wonder if there are any secrets hidden.

Xia Changhan had a lot of fun, and it didn't take much effort to look at the corners and corners of these rooms.

She went to the bedroom first, looked around, looked through the closet and drawers, but found nothing.

The original body is really pitiful. There are just a few clothes in the closet. Since Xia Changhan moved in, he has counted it several times. There are no more than three costumes.

It seems that she is really a persistent girl who loves music, and everything else is like a cloud in her eyes.

Xia Changhan ran his fingers across the performance costumes, and muttered: "Is it really philosophical? I'd rather spend 50 million on insurance for these hands than spend a little more money on packing myself. As a result , It’s not cheap for the scumbag and the mistress."

There is nothing good about the bedroom.

She simply shifted the target and walked towards the study.

In fact, Xia Changhan came to the study every day, but those books and ornaments seldom moved. At this moment, somehow, his eyes staring at the bookshelf were reluctant to move.

Seemingly something was pulling, Xia Changhan walked towards the bookshelf step by step, involuntarily stretched out his hand, and placed it on the second floor accurately.

She looked intently, and what she was touching her fingertip was a dilapidated book, the pages of the book were a little yellowed, and the edges were turned upside down. It seemed that it was quite old.

Heart, banging wildly.

The book was held firmly by Xia Changhan, revealing the true face of Lushan.

It turned out that it was not a complete book, just a simple copperplate paper folded into a book cover, with several pages of yellowed paper sandwiched in it, and some of the edges were damaged.

Xia Changhan's heartbeat became stronger and stronger,

She looked carefully one by one, suddenly stunned.

It turned out that Yuan Shi spent all the money to buy clothes here.

What's stored here are the manuscripts of world-famous composers, Wagner, Schumann, Joseph Dime...

These manuscripts are genuine and valuable.

Xia Changhan couldn't help sighing. It seemed that this was the result of the original body, which had been so troublesome to search around. It was hidden here as the most cherished treasure.

Xia Changhan put the score back to its original place, and his eyes swept across the bookshelf.

Intuitively, there should be a secret hidden here.

Her brain is dominated by the excitement, and the frustration caused by the Internet spray disappears.

The chubby carrot rubbed his hand back and forth, and his eyes looked like a sweeping radar.

Finally found out.

Xia Changhan saw a transparent file bag underneath a pile of music works, and took it out to see that this time, his eyes were wider and brighter than before.

The birth of any fine art is not achieved overnight.

It contains original scores.

"Jinghong" was revised three times, and "The Seventh Chapter of the Night" was even more painstaking and seven revisions.

Every time the original manuscripts are kept, I can't bear to discard them. This good habit of the original body makes Xia Changhan like a treasure.

These manuscripts are even more powerful evidence of the real records of the videos of the men who secretly filmed.

Xia Changhan's eyes became more eager, and his eyes flickered.

She took out her phone and took pictures one by one, not letting go of the details.

Now you can have a good night's sleep.

She held a gun in her hand and cracked "direct shot" at the computer screen. The surge on the Internet just roared, and Xia Changhan had already made a plan to deal with it, vowing to fight the sprayers to the end.

As the two videos broke out one after another, different voices began to appear on the Internet.

Some people use high-tech methods to study the video and come to the conclusion that: Xia Changhan is indeed composing music, but it is not yet clear which song is. It stands to reason that such a gentle and generous talented girl should know better than anyone else. The consequences of stimulants.

Others, who are loyal to Su Yu, think that idols are talented wherever they go, and they have an outstanding demeanor that cannot be hidden.

The two voices disappeared, and they were invisible, creating an extremely popular topic for Su Yu.

Su Yu watched her rising popularity reach the apex, and she got unprecedented satisfaction in her heart.

Hey, someone sent a private message and Su Yu opened it happily.

At this look, he almost flashed his waist.

The other party's Weibo has a V hanging, and he is a big music critic.

He made a post with convincing words, and analyzed the recent events of Su Yu and Xia Changhan one by one, which was reasonable and thorough.

However, he made one point: Since Su Yu is so talented, he shouldn't stop there.

The big coffee used a meaningful sentence: "The seventh chapter of the night" has not reached the highest point, and the climb of music is endless.

The implication is that Su Yu should continue to work hard and create a new song to surpass "The Seventh Chapter of the Night" to return the fans' love.

The words shook thousands of people, and netizens followed and left messages. Su Yu's fans were especially active.

Xia Changhan naturally noticed this post.

Haha, it's interesting. The plagiarism dog is going to be put on the wrong side.

She held the manuscripts that had been revised many times, and smiled from the corners of her mouth.

The clown jumps off the beam, and a good show is about to be staged.

In the past few days, little tadpoles have been jumping in her head, suddenly they line up consciously.

Xia Changhan hummed to the notes, and the melody was quite beautiful.

It's just a pity that I can't play when I can hum it. I just write it down with paper first, and I still have to press the key to make a sound. It is a complete creative process.

She stretched out her hands and placed them in front of her eyes, looking at them with a sad face. They were all carrots. What's the use of being round and cute? Being able to play the piano is king.

As the saying goes, Xia Changhan can't bear even one day after a hundred days of injury.

Qu Zheng's domestic heart was tangled and twisted into twists.

The secretary sent the company's operation report for the previous quarter, and most of the steadily rising performance was attributed to Qu Qingyin.

Is it really necessary to convene a board of directors like the old man said, obliterate the family relationship, hurt the face, and abandon this capable daughter.

After thinking about it, he decided to take the road of softening and seeking peace.

Qu Qingyin stared at his father unmovingly. He punched in the door without saying a word. The flickering between his eyebrows just exposed his inner thoughts.

"Dad, if you have something to say, let me speak for you!"

Qu Qingyin came out loudly.

It's boring to be so stiff, there is always someone who wants to pierce the window paper first.

Qu Zhengguo was taken aback, he looked over and faced Shang Qu Qingyin's calm eyes.

"Qingyin, don't blame Dad, after all, it is better to be a boy if he inherits the family, and your grandfather and I are also for the Qu family."

Now that it has been said, there is no point in hiding.

Qu Qingyin smiled faintly.

"Dad, flesh and blood, I am connected with Qinghe blood. How can I blame you for making this decision, but my legs are inconvenient, so I have to deal with some daily tasks slowly. I have to finish processing, and I can't give half to my brother. , Do you mean it?"

Her voice was smiling, not as cold as before.

Seeing the expression on his daughter's face, Qu Zhengguo didn't seem to be perfunctory, so he let out a sigh of relief.

In ancient times, Liu Huangshu visited Zhuge for three visits to the thatched cottage, but today he has his own daughter who tossed and lobbied.

Faced with stubborn temper.

In any case, I will finally be able to go back on business, or I will have to be told to death by the old man.

Qu Zhengguo left contentedly.

Qu Qingyin in the ward regained his shuangshuang face.

"Give me the phone, wait outside the door!"

She ordered the bodyguard.

The moment the phone dialed, the sound of licking the dog came into the ear: "Boss, rest assured, it is proceeding in an orderly manner without any omissions."

Probably afraid of being scolded, so I took the initiative to explain.

Qu Qingyin let out an "um", and only put down two words: "Hurry up!"

The phone hung up and threw it aside.

Head, some pain.

There are also legs, numb to the extreme.

From childhood to adulthood, she had to give everything up, just to be happy for the only grandson of the Qu family.

I remember that at that time, Qu Qing and mischievous things, and the things of breaking bowls and bottles were always done, every time he hid

Very quickly, and then left behind the unknown Qu Qingyin, being trained with a dazed expression.

What now.

It was for the Adou who only knew how to eat, drink and enjoy and couldn't help, and kept pressing her to give up the fruits of the hard work.

If you cry and make trouble when you are young, you might be able to get it back.

Now, why bother to try to reverse a situation where it is useless to fight for reasons.

Besides, it's not that there is no way out behind him, the road that has been paved a long time ago, it is time to take a look.

Qu Qingyin gradually became calm and calm.

They want, take it, but give an extra candy paper.

Qu Qing and this guy couldn't keep sugar residue for him. Once they tasted the sweetness, they might have to coax Master Qu and force him to make another piece of candy for him.

He is not afraid of tooth decay.

The little tadpoles in Xia Changhan's head jumped more and more, one by one on the paper, lining up obediently.

It's a pity that the fingers are not right, and the lines drawn are crooked.

She arranged and combined the scores in the order of inspiration, leaving them all in tunes and not.

The good habit of the original body must be carried forward.

There are so many insidious villains in this world, you must guard against them.

The top priority is still these hands.

She frowned.

Now that the inspiration continues, the new song has a frame, just like a small hand that only enchants the soul, entwining the heart like a lake with ripples.

But the annoyance is that his hands are too unworthy.

Xia Changhan put his hand in front of his eyes in anger, and said: "It's not ashamed to lose it, you are so fat, let you quickly lose weight, exercise, and help me take advantage of the wind and reach the sky again!"

She leaned back lazily, deflated like a balloon, and sat limply.

The more I think about it, the more entangled.

On the one hand, I want to get better soon, replay the strongest voice of Xia Changhan alone, clear the suspicion of stimulants, and clear myself.

On the other hand, this injury is too serious, relying on thumping medical methods, obviously there is no hope of recovery.

The only hope is the person who wants to meet but dare not meet.

The excitement brought by Qushen's possession gradually calmed down amidst the worries that his hands did not get better.

In the past few days, Xia Changhan has never seen any tadpoles in his head.

Bored and bored, she has resumed the time of using Weibo.

The atmosphere on the Internet has become more and more interesting these days.

Those Su Yu's loyal fans are quite active, and can even be described as arrogant.

They jumped up and down, and later went to the music critics to line up to comment, and invited them to comment on their idols, which attracted attention.

After a while, they ran to Su Yu's Weibo again, all kinds of praise and praise continued.

Even the topic of ## has dropped several layers of heat, but instead, the voice of ## is getting louder and louder.

Xia Changhan smiled wildly.

She can think of it with her toes. At this moment, Su Yu, watching the loyal performance of these fans, will cry without tears.

There are also scum men, who are probably also hot pot ants.

Okay, it's fun to think about it.

Xia Changhan is now a little grateful for that big music critic. If he didn't deliberately show off the attention of academic bloggers, how could he inadvertently touch Su Yu's sensitive nerves and trigger a new wave of Internet frenzy.

She waited for Qu Qinghe to fight Su Yu!

Xia Changhan was thinking about the foreseeable scene happily, and a sentence flashed on the Internet, which caught her attention again.

It's the nauseating [Su Qinqin], which is incredibly active now under the Weibo of the big music critics.

The first three comments were made by him alone. Not only did they question the standards of music critics, they were also conclusive. Modern research shows that the artist's creations are both high mountains and handsome, but also occasionally low. It is a complete, viable art that cannot continue to exert pressure in times of troughs.

He spoke to Su Yu in all sorts of words, like a knife, but it was justified.

This [Su Qinqin] Absolute Su Yu really loves fans, this is the appearance of rushing back and forth to brush up his sense of existence, really like his idol, the clown is still not aware of it.

Nonsence!Su Yu is also worthy of being called an artist.