Zhou Yixing sent his sister home, just about to leave, and when he turned around, he ran into his elder brother. He hurriedly called out brother, but as soon as he uttered this sentence, he received a punch.
Zhou Yixing touched the corners of his aching mouth and couldn't believe it, "What are you doing?
Zhou Yicheng grabbed him by the collar and pushed him against the wall. "Well, Zhou Yixing has learned how to pry other people's corners. Why? You studied abroad for a year, so you learned how to return to your country to be a junior. ."
Zhou Yixing was startled and almost blurted out, you know? Thanks to his rare reaction, he swallowed the words before speaking, looking at Zhou Yicheng timidly.
When Zhou Yicheng saw him like this, he knew that what Jiang MoChen said was true, this dog thing, how could he have such an unbelievable younger brother.
Zhou Yicheng looked at him and said fiercely: "Remember Zhou Yixing for me. If you want to play and be crazy, I don't care about you, but if you dare to do anything that affects me and our family, I am the first to abolish you."
Zhou Yixing shook his head quickly, "No, brother, I won't."
"Then stay away from Jiang's family. Don't think I don't know your thoughts. Put away your influential thoughts as soon as possible. Otherwise, if Jiang's family does something, you will wait for me to push you in a wheelchair to see Jiang. MoChen."
Zhou Yixing thought this was a bit harsh, but he didn't dare to talk back to his elder brother, so he nodded and answered obediently, "I won't."
"That's the best." Zhou Yicheng took his hand and said indifferently, "Don't you want to go out? Get out of here, it's an eyesore."
Zhou Yixing left in a hurry. He got into the car, patted the steering wheel fiercely, let out an angry growl, and panted heavily. He felt angry, hated, hated Zhou Yicheng, and also hated Jiang MoChen. He was afraid of Zhou Yicheng, he did not dare to touch Zhou Yicheng's inverse scales, but Zhou Yicheng didn't want to offend Jiang MoChen, so in the end, he could only endure it.
Zhou Yixing found it ridiculous. In the past, he just endured it, endured Zhou Yicheng at home, and endured those who the Zhou family didn't dare to offend outside. But why can't others endure him! Why, he has to endure others!
He drove the car angrily, drove out of Zhou's house and drove to his apartment.
Zhou Yixing entered the door angrily, carrying the fast-food bento he had just bought downstairs in the community. He heated it up in the microwave, then carried it to a closed door.
Zhou Yixing took out the key and opened the door. He looked inside. The room was completely dark and there was nothing. He reached out and turned on the light, and the differences in this room were also exposed.
This is a very rudimentary room with no furniture or furnishings, just a bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe. For the rest, nothing. If this kind of arrangement appears in an ordinary family, then there is no problem, but if it appears in Zhou Yixing's apartment, it is not quite right.
Zhou Yixing looked at the opened quilt, and the anger in his stomach instantly turned into a anger. He walked to the closet, opened the sliding door, and saw that the person who should be on the bed was hiding inside.
The man was wearing a thin white pajamas, shivering, curled up, head down, unable to see his appearance, only his shoulders were constantly shaking.
Zhou Yixing became even more angry when he saw him like this. He dragged the person out, dragged him to the ground, and said angrily: "This house is just such a big place, just such a thing, you fucking want to hide. Where to go? Why, you want to stay in this cabinet for a lifetime, okay, you can stay here in the future, five, ten, twenty years, if you like it, you will stay for the rest of your life!"
As he said, he mentioned that the man was going to put it in the cabinet. Seeing this, the man struggling immediately, crying and begging: "I dare not, I was wrong, I really dare not, don't you I really don't dare to go inside."
"Don't you want to see me? Don't you like to hide inside? I satisfy you!"
The man shook his head quickly, trembling all over, "I was wrong, I dare not, I dare never again."
Zhou Yixing snorted coldly, and then let go, and he handed out his heated lunch, "eat, I brought you rice back."
The man was still timid and did not dare to move.
"Hurry up, what's wrong, you're not hungry, okay, then I'll take it and throw it away."
After hearing this, the man stretched out his hand to take it, he slowly raised his hand and face, unexpectedly Yuan Mingxu who shouldn't be here.
Yan QingChi looked at the private message received on the to mr.q Weibo on the phone, a little confused.
A penny float on the water: Da, you have been copied, the new painting by the painter Luo Yan Da and the one you painted last week looks like.
A Penny Float: Isn't it big? It's best to go and take a look.
A Penny Floating on Water: Fuck, Luo Yanfen is shameless, and even said that your new painting is plagiarized. Obviously they are plagiarizing you!
Yan QingChi put down his mobile phone. When he first registered to send pictures to mr.q, he would come up to check it out from time to time. Later, he found that the management was well managed, so he stopped. Today I also drew a picture, and I was idle, and I came to see it on a whim, and unexpectedly encountered such a thing.
Yan QingChi cut a trumpet that he is used to and went to see the Weibo of Painter Luo Yan.
He didn't know much about drawing hands circles, but when he searched, he saw that Luoyan had nearly 1 million fans. If he wanted to come, Luoyan also had a certain status in this circle.
Yan QingChi looked at Luo Yan's Weibo, the chapters went to Weibo, Yan QingChi clicked on, and the comment area was praised. Luo Yan fan was calling passionately. In addition, there were also a few discordant ones. The comment said: Don't be angry, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, don't you just want to be red when the 18-wire touches the porcelain, just ignore it.
"Yes, big, ignore them, mr.q, I have never heard of them, who knows where the pheasants come from."
"There are only a few thousand powders of trash, it's really a moon landing to touch porcelain."
Yan QingChi was speechless for a while, continued to look down, and saw the streaks of falling wild geese three days ago, Yan QingChi clicked on, and his heart was "thumping", okay, he was still a little curious when he came, a painting with a million fans Is it necessary to plagiarize such a small transparent person? Would it be a mistake? It turned out to be plagiarism, it was just copy and paste, but he painted animals and Luo Yan painted people.
Yan QingChi sent the screenshot of Luo Yan to Guan Mei and asked her: Do you know this?
As soon as the result was sent, Guan Mei's call came.
Guan Mei was surprised, "Don't you care about this number? How come you still know this."
"I just don't care most of the time, and it's not that I don't have an account or password. I can still see it when I want to."
"I thought you really didn't even look at it." Guan Mei muttered in a low voice, "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about this. I plan to wait for another half a month to find some marketing accounts for you. , This time just right, someone is rushing to send you heat to help you make your c-bit debut, you are quite lucky."
"Are you lucky to be copied?"
"Of course it's not lucky to change for someone else. It's not the same for you. For his fans, the hand-painted circle is pretty good. If you put it in the entertainment circle, you can't watch it. I still think this matter is not a big deal and it can't benefit. Maximize it, wait and see, within three days, you will be able to have your name in the drawing circle."
Yan QingChi hung up the phone with a dazed expression, okay, although I don't know what Guan Mei is going to do, I shouldn't have to do anything.
So Yan QingChi went downstairs and started his daily routine around the artificial lakes, artificial rockeries, and artificial gardens of the community. When the time was up, Zhang Quan came to pick him up, and he went to pick up QiQi from school. It was a very orderly life every day.
Yan QingChi saw a forum post talking about this in the evening. Guan Mei sent him a link. The title of the link was simple and rude: Luo Yan was plagiarized?
Yan QingChi asked her: Did you send someone?
Guan Mei replied to him: Yes, I have to make a big noise. At least I have to let someone discuss the matter on the forums and Weibo, otherwise there is no use for his fans to jump around.
Yan QingChi clicked into the post and saw someone asking: Is it the Luoyan I know? Scribbled?
"Yes, it was her. Today, someone said that she had been plagiarized by a small transparent painter. She might think that others would not be able to find it, so she was so courageous."
"Luo Yanfen needs to point his face, you can't tell who is plagiarizing who? It's a small transparent that you have copied greatly, so do you give it a go? Luo Yanfen should be a person."
"Luo Yan can be called a name with a circle of hands, right? It makes no sense to copy a small transparent."
"What about the picture? Put it up and have a look, plagiarism is not plagiarism, who plagiarizes who, compare it."
Soon the poster placed three pictures for the main building: [Figure one][Figure two][Figure three]
"Played in chronological order, the first and third are Luoyan's, and the second is mr.q. Luoyan fans think that the mr.q's is the first copy of Luoyan."
"Looking at this picture, I also think that Luo Yan's second photo is a copy of Mr.Q's."
"Look at the time of the whitewashing in this building. The first picture of Luoyan will be published first, and then mr.q will be published. Besides, Luoyan has always been in this style. What's wrong with the third one after imitating the first one, but mr. That is the problem with .q!"
"Just look at this comparison..."
"It's not immune..."
"I'll be honest, Luo Yan copied mr.q. It's just a bit similar to the first one, but it's just too similar to the second, except for a painted animal, a painted person, a painted petal, and a Are there any other differences in the painted flowers? The composition is all the same! He imitated the first painting, and he couldn't be so similar to the one painted by another person."
"Agree upstairs."
"Heh, the little transparent fan still has a face, isn't it because your family copied the first picture of Luo Yan and collided with the second one of Luo Yan? This is the style of Luo Yan's painting."
"Hahahahahahahaha, the funniest sentence of the year, Luoyan's style of painting. Who does not know that Luoyan does not have a style of painting in mixed hands, she followed the painting with gorgeous, simple, red and simple painting The painting style of Luo Yan is really the funniest joke I have ever heard this year."
"Mr.q's obvious brushstrokes are more delicate and gentle. It doesn't feel like a copy of Luo Yan. Speaking of which, I have never heard of this person before. What kind of painting?"