[I heard the baby cry and opened my eyes to realize that I was dreaming. I can't even tell if it's a dream or a nightmare. 】

Because Song Mo couldn't communicate well with others, even though he didn't go to school at the age of five, he would have a full schedule of classes six days a week, seven days a week. It's very similar to me.

I live stream six days a week and only one day off. However, due to the previous live broadcast accident, I had not yet recovered, so I took two more days off with the platform administrator, so that I could get three days to relax completely.

Song Bailao's collection of books is very impressive, with four or five meters of walnut bookcases surrounded by walls, neatly stacked, and the books on the top can only be accessed with the help of ladders.

, surrounded by a coffee table, also made of walnut.

The layout of the entire library is comfortable, heavy, and a little obsessive.

So many books all at once made me a little dazzled, I looked over the walls and wanted to find two books and magazines that introduced dessert cakes. But I don't know if it's the reason why Song Bailao is not interested in this aspect, but there is very little to watch.

Finally I climbed the ladder and started looking up.

The long ladder moved between the bookshelves along the slide rails. I didn't find any books on baking, but a photo book called "The Meaning of Life" caught my attention. I pulled it out from the bookshelf, not wanting the contents inside to fall loose and fall to the ground.

I was startled and hurried down to pick it up. Most of them were folded in squares, and one had been unfolded. I picked up the unfolded piece of paper and saw that it was not a postcard or poster that came with the book, but a letter.

The handwriting is immature, and there is a precocious maturity beyond the age between the lines.

【Mom, can you take me away? I don't want to stay here, I don't like this new home.

Dad said that the Xia family is his responsibility, so what are we? Are we his victims?

I rescued an injured bird yesterday. Xia Yanchi fell ill at night. My father was very angry and threw the bird out. I found its body this morning.

I'm so sad, I hate him so much.

Mom, please come and see me, I miss you so much.

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After reading a few paragraphs, I realized that this was a letter Song Bailao wrote to his mother when he was a child. It's not always good to peep at people's privacy, so instead of looking down, I folded it up and stacked it with a few other letters.

Opening that photobook, I found an empty envelope on a page introducing "Red-billed Acacia".

The envelope has been yellowed and has a sense of age. The side with the address on which the recipient is written is covered with a huge "Return". It must have been unsuccessful.

I couldn't help but imagine that the young Song Bailao was looking forward to his mother coming to pick him up day by day. After writing several letters without reply, he received his returned letter in hope . He finally realized that the other party may have left without saying goodbye, leaving the place that once could be called "home". His letter could not be passed on to anyone, nor could his pain. From then on he gave up the struggle and hid the letters until he even forgot their existence.

I don’t know if it’s because of the recent sudden upgrade to become a father, even if Song Bailao is still a big **** living a smart and unrestrained life, but thinking that he was so helpless and desperate once, I feel Sadness in my heart, injustice for him.

Parents look down on their children's suffering, it turns out to be true.

With a sigh, I put the letter back into the envelope, clipping it back to the original page. Just as he was about to climb the ladder and put the photo album back in place, Song Bailao's vague voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Where is Ning Yu?" He didn't know who asked me where I was going, and his tone was very bad.

"Okay, looks like in the library..."

I was apprehensive, I heard the footsteps approaching, and in a panic, I put the photo album in my hand on the bookshelf.

As soon as it was finished, the door of the library was pushed open, and Song Bailao appeared in front of me in anger.

I supported the bookshelf and took two steps back.

Song Bailao was in a hurry to see me, but he stopped talking when he saw me. He held a tablet computer in his hand, looked at me with a sullen face for a moment, turned his steps to sit on the sofa, and threw the tablet on the coffee table.

The screen lit up because of his movements, he sat there loosely, resting his chin in one hand and pointing his index finger on the side of his face.

"Look." He looked at me, and then returned to the tablet.

I walked to the coffee table uneasily, bent down and picked up the tablet, looking a little shocked at first glance.

"Surprised, the newlywed wife of Xia Sheng Group President Song Bailao is actually Amber plagiarism anchor Ning Yu." Song Bailao read the title of the report I was reading without hesitation, "Not only are they shocked , I was also surprised."

"I've been livestreaming for two years, and you didn't say before that I can't have a job..."

He interrupted me with a sneer: "For two years of live broadcast, I haven't shown my face before, but I suddenly showed my face two days ago, and told them that you married an alpha, you have an idea. "

My heart tightened, and I realized that he thought I was using him to hype himself.

"No. I...It was an accident. It was Song Mo who suddenly ran over..."

Song Bolao frowned: "Don't talk about Song Mo."

His tone was so severe and cold that I couldn't help shivering, and the voice was a little weaker.

"I'm a livestreamer making cakes, not an entertainment anchor, so there is no need for hype..."

This is actually not right. Don't they just use me to hype themselves? Now their live broadcast is hot, and Xu Meiren's business is booming, and the military medals are half of mine.

"What's the matter with plagiarizing the anchor? How many stupid things have you done? It's better to tell them all today."

I took a step back in fright, followed by Song Bailao's unstoppable command.

"Sit down!"

My eyelids jumped, I took a big step, and sat down on the single sofa next to me. The **** only dares to take a side, or jump up and escape anytime, anywhere.

"That's it..." With my hands on my knees, I lowered my eyes and stared at the nails of my thumbs, recalling what happened two years ago.

Xiang Ping will hate me, but now that I think about it, there is a trace.

As Master's only son, he is not recognized by Master. Master compares me with him all day long, reprimands him for not being as good as me, and even wants to hand over Xu Meiren to me by matching us.

Being a beta is already hard enough, and he has to be stomped and rubbed under my feet by me, who is also a beta. Instead of erupting in depression, he will pervert in depression.

So he's perverted.

At that time, it was during the registration period for the French International Cake Competition. He was unwilling to be cured, saying that he had enough to live, and that he was going to find his wife. The only people who couldn't be relieved were our disciples.

I sat beside his hospital bed, held his hand, and said that I must bring the trophy back, honor my teacher, and help my brother manage Xu Meiren, so that he can rest assured.

In the beginning, I swore that I could always do it, but who would have thought that all these promises would be broken in the end.

There are two contestants in one group, one main and one auxiliary. Xiang Ping and I will go to France to compete. After getting the question on the first day, the organizing committee asked all the contestants to go back and prepare. It took two days to complete the initial conception and general components, and on the third day, they went to the competition site to assemble.

It is a cake contest, but it is not the taste, but the shape and creativity. The contestants showed their magical powers and applied their skills, just to make the works appear more perfect and vivid, to impress the judges, and to come out on top in the competition.

I spent a day thinking about the shape of the cake, the theme was "Ocean", I told Xiang Ping that I wanted to make a dragon palace, inspired by traditional masterpieces.

Xiang Ping was surprised for a moment, and quickly asked me for a specific idea, and also asked me to draw a sketch.

"It is...the main body is this, the dragon head. Then the dragon head is broken in half, and at the broken horn, the Great Sage Monkey King in armor and holding a golden hoop is sitting there majestic... his At the foot, where the faucet breaks open, there are exquisite pavilions, shrimp soldiers and crabs will flee everywhere, coral and seaweed drift with the waves..."

His uncharacteristically positive attitude made me think that it was Master's dying that stimulated him, but I never imagined that it was Chang Xingze's beauty plan that stimulated him.

Chang Xingze's parents are well-known gourmets in China, and his grandfather is a five-star pastry chef who has won numerous awards. He inherited his ancestral business and has always attracted much attention.

When we were in China, the two of us participated in the competition together. One of the judges was an old friend of Grandpa Chang Xingze, who gave Chang Xingze almost full marks for every result. In the end he got the gold medal and I got the silver medal.

At the award ceremony, another judge awarded him the award, and he bluntly said that his score was inflated and he should not have won the gold, but for Teacher Chang's sake, he still gave it to the champion. I hope that he will hone his skills well in the future and not live up to everyone's expectations. When I arrived, the other party patted me on the shoulder and said I was a pity.

This judge may have wanted to beat Chang Xingze at first, hoping that he would not be arrogant, but he beat him so hard that his face was swollen. After stepping down from the stage, Chang Xingze threw the medal and left with a stinky face.

I don't have much intersection with him, and the only thing that can make him hate me is this opportunity.

On the third day, we carried out the final assembly and details on the ring stage, and the giant screen overhead broadcasted the completion of each contestant in real time.

I have nothing else to do, I just want to complete my "Dragon Palace" as soon as possible, ignoring the increasingly noisy auditorium.

Finally, I couldn't ignore the boos. The judges came to the stage and asked me to step down first to cooperate with the investigation.

"Cooperate with the investigation? What happened?"

The judges frowned, looking at my expression full of regret and disappointment.

"A contestant reported that you copied his work."

My mind was empty, and there was no response for a few seconds, and I had no idea what the other party was saying.

until the judge pointed the other way and let me look back.

I turned around and looked blankly in the direction he was pointing. I saw my "Dragon Palace" at a glance, and the degree of completion is higher than the one I have on hand. Standing behind that perfect work, Chang Xingze stared at me with cold and disgust, as if he were watching a shameless thief.

I turned around and looked at Xiang Ping next to me in disbelief.

"Junior brother, turn back to the shore..." Xiang Ping may also have a guilty conscience, don't look at me, and play the show of regret and master brother there, "I know you want to win, but you can't use this kind of crooked way. method."

He even had the face to teach me.

“…why?” I asked him in a husky voice.

He not only failed my trust in him, but also failed Master's teaching for so many years. Master is still lying in the hospital waiting for us to return home, but what has he done?

He joined others to steal my ideas and then framed me?

I don't understand, I really don't understand why he does this.

Faced with my question, Xiang Ping never answered or looked at me.

"Mr. Ning, please step down first." Seeing that I didn't move, the judges urged me, and the security guard on the side stepped forward and pulled my arm.

I was forcibly taken off the stage by them, Xiang Ping finally looked at me, but he remained indifferent and watched from the sidelines.

I opened my mouth and wanted to ask him again, but he took a step away from him, took a deep breath, and suddenly bowed solemnly to the audience.

"Sorry," he said.

Like I was guilty, like I was the shameful copyist.

Why did he apologize?

This act completely tore the sanity string in my mind.

I broke free from the shackles of the judges, rushed up and punched Xiang Ping, knocking him to the ground.

I wanted to throw a second punch, but the deafening boos from the audience caught my hands and feet. They told me to **** off and called me a "copycat". Without judgment, I am already a sinner.

I looked at the crowded audience under the stage, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and there was no way to advance or retreat.

The defense was drowned out in the noise, no one believed me innocent, I became a trash that everyone shouted and beat, was disqualified from the competition, and expelled from the competition venue.

Chang Xingze won the final championship with my work.

Not long after returning to China, I received a penalty letter from the Bakers Association. They regret to inform me that my baker license has been revoked due to the bad influence I have had at international events.