Chapter 117

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Zhou Yixing sent his younger sister home. As soon as she was about to leave, she turned around and ran into her eldest brother. He called out Brother quickly, but as soon as he got out of the sentence, he took a punch. @Finity 好 文, all in
Zhou Yixing touched the corner of his mouth, which was a little painful, and couldn't believe it, "Why are you doing this?"
Zhou Yicheng picked up his collar and ushered him against the wall. "Long capable, Zhou Yixing, but also learned to pry corners of other people. Why, after you have studied abroad for a year, you just learned how to return to China as a primary three." . "
Zhou Yixing was startled, almost blurted out, you know? Thanks to his rare response, he succumbed to it before speaking, and looked at Zhou Yicheng timidly.
When Zhou Yicheng looked at him like this, he knew that Jiang Moyan was telling the truth. This dog thing, how could he have such a young brother.
Zhou Yicheng looked at him and said fiercely, "Give me the memory of Zhou Yixing. You have to play to be crazy. I don't care about you, but what do you dare to affect me and affect our family, I am the first one to abolish you."
Zhou Yixing quickly shook his head, "No, brother, I won't."
"Then stay away from the Jiang family, don't think that I don't know your fancy thoughts, and put away your thoughts that don't flow into it early, otherwise, if the Jiang family does something, you will wait for me to push you in a wheelchair to see you at Jiangmo Right. "
Zhou Yixing thought this was a bit harsh, but he didn't dare to talk back to his elder brother, so he nodded, and responded obediently, "I won't."
"That's the best." Zhou Yicheng closed his hand and said indifferently, "Isn't you going out, get out of the way, save the eyes."
Zhou Yixing then left in a hurry. He got into the car, clapped the steering wheel fiercely, and growled angrily, panting. He felt angry, hated, hated Zhou Yicheng, and hated Jiang Mohan. He was afraid of Zhou Yicheng. He didn't dare to touch Zhou Yicheng's inverse scale, but Zhou Yicheng didn't want to offend Jiang Moyu, so in the end, he could only bear it.
Zhou Yixing thought it was ridiculous. He had just endured it. He had endured Zhou Yicheng at home, and those outside the Zhou family who did not dare to offend. But why can't it be others who endured him! Why, he has to endure others!
He drove angrily, drove out of Zhou's house, and headed for his apartment.
Zhou Yixing entered the door angrily, holding in his hand the fast-food bento just bought casually downstairs in the community. He heated it up in the microwave, and then hesitantly came to a closed room 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 lights. The difference of this room was also exposed.
This is a very humble house without any furniture or furnishings, just a bed, a bedside table and a wardrobe. The rest, nothing. If this arrangement appears in an ordinary family, then there is no problem, but it is not quite right to appear in Zhou Yixing's apartment.
Zhou Yixing looked at the quilt being lifted. The anger in the stomach just turned into a anger. He walked to the closet, opened the sliding door, and saw that the person in bed was hiding inside.
The man wore a thin white pajamas, shivering, curled up, lowered his head, could not see his looks, but could only see his shoulders shaking.
Zhou Yixing was even more angry when he saw him now. He dragged people out to the ground, and said angrily, "This house is so big, just so much stuff, you want to hide Where are you going? Why, you want to stay in this cabinet for a lifetime, okay, you will stay here for five years, ten years, twenty years, if you like, you will stay for a lifetime! "
He said, and mentioned that the man was going to put it in the cupboard. When he saw this, the man immediately struggled, crying and begging, "I'm afraid, I'm wrong, I'm really afraid, don't you I don't dare to shut it in. "
"Don't you want to see me? Don't you like to hide inside? I'm satisfied with you!"
The man quickly shook his head, his body trembling, "I was wrong, I dare not, I never dare."
Zhou Yixing snorted coldly, and then he let go. He handed out his heated lunch box and said, "Let's eat it and bring you back."
The man was still timid and didn't dare move.
"Hurry up, what's wrong, not hungry, okay, then I'll throw it away."
The man heard the word, and then reached out to pick it up. He slowly raised his hands and face, but it was Yuan Mingzhen who should not appear here.
Yan Qingchi looked at the private message received on tor.q Weibo on his mobile phone, and he was a little hesitant.
A bamboo dipper floats on the water: Great, you have been plagiarized. The new painting of Luo Yan, the painter, looks like your painting last week.
A bamboo dipper floats on the water: Isn't it far away? It's best to take a look.
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A bamboo dipper floats on the water: lying in a trough, Luo Yanfen has no shame, even saying that your new painting is plagiarized, obviously they are plagiarizing you!
Yan Qingchi put down his mobile phone. When he first registered to publish the paintings from tor.q, he still checked in from time to time. After that, he found that the tube was well managed, so he stopped it. I also drew a picture today. I'm fine when I'm idle.
Yan Qingchi cut a trumpet that he used to go and watched the Weibo of the painter Luo Yan.
He didn't know much about painting hand circles, but after searching, he saw that the number of followers of Luoyan is nearly 1 million, and he wants to come to a certain position in this circle.
Yan Qingchi looked at Luo Yan's Weibo. The Weibo to which the chapter went was one by one. When Yan Qingchi opened, he saw a praise in the comment area. Luo Yanfen was calling passionately. In addition, there were several Harmonious comments said: Don't be angry, Lin Zi is a big bird. You do n’t just want to be red when you touch porcelain on the 18th line, just ignore it.
"Yes, big, ignore them, no mr.q, I have never heard of it, who knows where the pheasant comes from."
"There are only a few thousand powders of rubbish. It really touches the porcelain on the moon."
Yan Qingchi was speechless in his heart. When he continued to look down, he saw the slickness of Yan Yan's hair three days ago. Yan Qingchi opened it, and his heart was a little "stunned." Okay, he came a little curious, a million fans Is it possible for his painter to copy such a small and transparent copy, can it be mistaken? In the end, this is plagiarism. It is simply copy and paste, except that he painted animals and Luoyan painted people.
Yan Qingchi sent this wild screenshot of Luo Yan to Guan Mei and asked her: Do you know this?
As soon as the result was sent, Guan Mei's phone came.
Guan Mei was surprised, "Don't you care about this number? How do you know about it?"
"I just don't care most of the time, and I don't have an account password. I can still see it when I want to see it."
"I thought you really didn't watch it." Guan Mei muttered quietly, "Relax, you don't need to worry about this. I plan to wait for another half a month to find you a few marketing numbers to fry. This is just right. Someone is sending you heat to help you make your debut. You are quite lucky. "
"Fortunately copied?"
"Of course it ’s not lucky to change someone else. It ’s not the same for you. For his fan, the painting circle is not bad. If you put it in the entertainment circle, you ca n’t see it. Maximize it, you wait and see. Within three days, you can have your own name in the circle. "
Yan Qingchi hung up the phone aggressively, well, although I don't know what Guan Mei is going to do, he shouldn't have to do anything.
So Yanqing Pond went downstairs and started his daily routine around the artificial lake, artificial rockery, and artificial garden in the community. When the time was up, Zhang Quan came to pick him up, and he went to pick up chess and go to school. .
Yan Qingchi saw a forum post talking about this at night. Guan Mei sent him a link, and the title of the link was simple and rude: Luo Yan was copied?
Yan Qingchi asked her: What do you send?
Guan Mei returned to him: Yes, I have to be a bit bigger, at least I have to have someone on the forum and Weibo to discuss this matter, otherwise his fans would be useless.
Yan Qingchi clicked into the post and saw someone asking: Is it the falling wild goose I know? It's sloppy?
"Yes, it's her. Today, when she tweeted on Weibo that someone said she was copied, it was a small transparent painter. She might think that others can't find it, so she's so brave."
"Luo Yanfen can have a face, who can't see who copied it? Whoever copied it is a little transparent, so do you hit a rake? Luo Yanfen is a personal person." @ 无限 好 文, do in
"Luoyan can also be called the name of the painting circle. It makes no sense to copy a little transparent."
"What about the picture? Put it up and see if you can't copy, whoever copied, compare them."
Soon the landlord put three pictures in the main building: [picture one] [picture two] [picture three]
"It was placed in chronological order. The first and third pictures were of Luoyan, and the second was of mr.q. Fans of Luoyan think that the one of mr.q is the first to copy Luoyan."
"Looking at this picture, I also think that Luo Yan copied the second from mr.q."
"Look at the floor and see if the time is right. The first picture of Luo Yan came out first, then mr.q came out. Besides, Luo Yan has always been in this style. Imitated the problem of the third picture of the first painting, but mr. .q that's the problem! "
"Just look at this comparison ..."
"Maybe ..."
"I said it straight, Luoyan copied the mr.q, it's just a bit similar to the first one, but it's so similar to the second one, except for one animal, one person, one petal, one Are there any other differences in the flowers of the painting? The composition is the same! He is just like the first painting, and he cannot be so similar to another person. "
"Agree upstairs."
"Oh, the little transparent powder has a face hanging. Isn't your family plagiarized the first of the wild geese and collided with the second of the wild geese? This is the style of the wild geese."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, the funnyest word of the year, Luo Yan's style of painting. Who doesn't know that there is no style in Luo Yan? The style of Luo Yan's paintings is really the funniest joke I've heard this year. "
"The obvious stroke of mr.q is more delicate and gentle. It doesn't feel like copying the wild goose. Speaking of it, I have never heard of this person before, what is it?"