The Idol Group and the Crown

Huo Jian thought about it and finally chose the place where the story started.

His house remains, and nothing has changed.

The house is a wedding room purchased by my grandfather for my mother.

Zhang Wugang had not been drunk and gambled in those years since he was married. With his handsome appearance and Tong Chan Lianhua, he was very popular with everyone in the unit.

The young couple had a peaceful and beautiful life after giving birth, and the window was decorated with flowers.

When Huo Jian took them back to this messy and stale neighborhood, several other friends from too good backgrounds once showed a surprised expression.

It's not that there is any doubt or resistance to this past. It's just that I have never seen such a living area.

Chen Xiaoyan is preparing for the wedding with his first love girlfriend. Aunt Lu found a job in another block after recovering from illness and now has a very peaceful life.

When he returned, there was only a crown beside him.

But it is enough.

The house was not big. The green paint was later wiped off by the neighbors silently, and there was still a pungent smell in the house, with dust everywhere.

As soon as the six people walked into the dusty old house, Chi Ji was choked and sneezed.

Huo Jian smiled and handed him a tissue. He looked calm when he looked at the camera.

"I grew up here."

"This is also my parents... the last souvenir left for me."

In the corner of the bottle, the textbook with the cover ripped off, many things still retain the traces of eight years ago.

Xie Lianyun walked Huo Jian's shoulders forward, and suddenly glimpsed a tape on the window.

"Mei Shengyao-look at this!"

The teenager leaned over in a daze: "Ah?"

"Don't you see it?" Xie Lianyun grunted. "This is something from your dad's time."

He rubbed the dust on the tape twice with his fingertips when he spoke, and it really showed a mottled mark.

It is Mei Heng's "It's better not to forget".

Huo Jian himself forgot this, and vaguely remembered that this was a tape that his father gave to his mother. At that time, he was only eight years old.

Everyone was curious about the old things in the 1990s, and really repaired the tape drive that coughed like an old man.

The sound of gear rustled a few times, and "Better Not Forget" was broadcast again.

"Shall we clean up the house?"

"Okay-Tuanjian walks!"

The five idols are really like a bunch of sunny youths, who took Huo blade together to buy new apron masks and rags in the supermarket. The tape opened the doors and windows of the old house, and let in the sunshine and the breeze to make it more like home.

The old, closed past is then washed away and free of dust and dirt.

Mei Heng's voice was still clear and gentle, and the host inexplicably red eyes.

They are so good.

The new year is coming soon.

With the smooth broadcast of the Youth League, the Spring Festival schedule has been completed.

Time is soon surrounded by the festive atmosphere, with red lanterns and festive lions hanging everywhere.

Although fireworks are not allowed in the urban area, A's new song "Auspicious New Year" comes with crackling firecrackers, which is very festive in the supermarkets and hypermarkets.

——This song is too drooling, it took Xie Lianyun forty minutes.

Mei Sheng disliked that what he wrote was not like a gadget, so he was too lazy to change it.

From the beginning of last year to the present, everyone is carefully protecting Chi Ji, and he is reluctant to contaminate such pure existence with dust.

Fortunately, there has always been no danger.

Ji Ji is in good condition. He also participated in the gala performance with everyone and won a lot of applause.

During this time, Jiang Shu was busy with social bidding and bidding, and all of them drank their straws and drank their phones.

Crown is the most popular candidate to win the OSC this year. Many sponsors and investors are afraid that their value will rise to astronomical numbers, rushing to sign contract renewals, and even assistants' phones have been exploded.

Things get more complicated as the year passes, and it just happens to catch up with the industry's Big Four conferences, and the entire convention center is covered.

Jiang Shu called Huo Jian to confirm the performance on their side. Before the phone hung up, he tapped his briefcase sideways: "What about the report, I will be on stage in 20 minutes?"

Assistant Tian subconsciously emptied his hand and threw an empty space: "Hey? Am I in a bag?"

Almost New Year, Jiang Shu was too lazy to breathe with her: "Forgot the room again? You go to find."

The assistant nodded embarrassedly and left the venue in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the elevator door at the front foot, Han Qu came in at the back foot, holding a file bag in her hand.

Tian Hao shuddered when he saw that he was instinctive, and instinctively wanted to run outside without mixing with this man.

"Slow down." Han Qu said slowly: "Miss Tian didn't even see him when he saw people."

He pressed three keys on the elevator with his backhand, the elevator door closed immediately, and the word "in repair" was displayed on the external electronic screen.

"What are you going to do?! I call the police!"

Han Qu looked at her with a smile, but instead looked at the wall and said with his arms: "Know who is the property of this exhibition center?"

It’s from the old Han family.

Tian Hao's complexion changed, beware: "If Lord Jiang knows--"

"It’s all up to me to monitor. What does he know?"

Han Qu stepped forward and smiled, handed the document bag to her arms, and pulled a key from the chest pocket.

"Miss Tian, ​​send me a courier."

"As long as you hand this document bag to Ji Ji, no matter what the result is, this key will allow you to take out a house and six million cash in Hongyue Bank's safe."

He did not give Tian Hao the time to respond, further squeezing the distance, almost pressing the assistant against the elevator wall.

"Little assistants like you have never had many choices." Han Qu whispered, hissed like a viper: "Of course you can refuse."

"If you refuse, I can turn around and give Jiang Shu a clue, so that he has every reason to suspect that you are a ghost."

"Remember... how did the last inner ghost die?"

Tian Hao's pupils shrank and began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You have no chance at all. Standing next to Jiang Shu and A, there is only this life."

Han Qu rubbed her cheek lovingly with her palms, as if playing with her prey.

The methods of his Han Qu are not worth mentioning to those who have been in the business circle for a long time.

But it is more than enough to control an ordinary assistant who is not deeply involved in the world.

"The package is very small, just a few sheets of paper."

"If you don't do this bad thing, I will hand it over with the charges. And you will be banned by the whole industry. You can't let Jiang Shu believe another word in this life."

"If you do, I can help you with your identity profession and even nationality-let's say, you have been working hard to make money to study abroad, haven't you?" he smiled gradually: "I can give you a recommendation letter to Ivy League, All channels are clean and clean, without leaving any mistakes."

"No-I, I will tell Jiang Jiang!" Tian Hao said in horror: "I don't need so much money, I will tell Jiang Shu when I go out, tell him all your plans!"

"Really?" Han Qu shook his phone, and the unsent SMS was in front of him.

"Did you run faster, or did Chao, who sat in Jiang Shu, speak faster?"

Chao? ! impossible? ! Isn't he the core director of the company? ? ?

Tian Hao is about to collapse.

Han Qu saw her in a suit and licked her lower lip ambiguously.

The white wolf with empty gloves is enough to coax this stupid woman.

"Jiang Shu's old friend said two or three sentences, and he will still believe you?"

Tian Hao was trembling, not even realizing that he was holding the bag of documents.

"You know what you will do." Han Qu once again pressed the most dangerous thoughts deep in her brain: "Because you have no choice."

As soon as the New Year's Eve 30 work was over, everyone was relieved, and there was a kind of excitement and joy that was about to be accomplished.

In February **, there was another business event on the first day of the year. Jiang Shu originally wanted to pick up all six. When he heard that Han Qu and the half-red FALSE happened to be on the fifth floor, he still thought about ordering Ji Ji Staying at home.

"In just three or four hours, Uncle came back to pick you up for a night out."

Chi Ji nodded obediently and called out when he sent them out: "Uncle, we haven't eaten hot pot for a long time."

Jiang Shu stepped in, and wanted to agree at once, and remembered Dr. Wu's advice.

"Xiaochi's sleep quality has been poor recently, and he still has nightmares frequently, and his diet should be as gentle and light as possible."

"In a few days," Uncle beckoned: "I've had a stomachache these days, and I'll take you next week."

"Okay-wait for you to come back!"

Not long after the crowd left, the door was knocked twice.

Ji Ji held the spring roll and opened the door, and found that Assistant Tian was standing at the door.

"Sister Tian?" He squinted and smiled, "Does Jiang Uncle forget something?"

Tian Hao walked through the safe passage from the first floor to here, and his hands are still shaking until now.

She didn't want to care about what was in the package, she was completely in fear of being choked by her throat.

She entered the SPF as soon as she graduated, and she did all the errands of running errands and holding things. Social experience is simply not enough to deal with this complicated situation.

"You... the express."

"Eh? I didn't buy anything."

Every word that Han Qu said once again came to her mind.

Tian Hao stepped back subconsciously and hurriedly said according to Han Qu's words: "It seems that your friend sent it."

Chi Ji couldn't help laughing.

"I only know Jiang Jue in China, besides knowing them, did he trust them?"

"……Ok."

"It's hard," the young man took the package and thanked with a smile: "Your face is not good, remember to rest more."

Tian Hao nodded anxiously, turned around and left.

Chi Ji walked into the bedroom with a package and humming song. He first picked up the contents of the bag and then opened the plastic seal.

It's a file played in a lot of colors.

The first page is the hot search and stitching screenshots of #池霁开除男记#.

Chi Ji's pupils shrank, instinctively pushing the package away, and his breathing became rapid.

Don't look at it, it's definitely not from Jiang Ju. Never look at it.

He held his breath and covered the wide open surface with a tissue like a cockroach, and put the carton in the trash.

Then he was relieved, ready to go out to call Uncle Jiang.

It’s right to do so, they will definitely praise me for being super good.

Chi Ji got up and tried to get out of the room, trying to forget the fleeting pictures in his mind.

He stepped out of the door in one step and remained indoors in one step.

Do not look back.

Never look back.

He stunned the door handle and glanced back uncontrollably.

The carton in the trash bin was so dazzling that he couldn't breathe.

Ji Ji closed the door and walked quietly back to the trash can, taking the paper towel away alone and taking it out page by page.

Covered by everyone, all the malicious noises from the spring and summer of 2016 were released.

People are taunting his **** dances, scolding his preferences and makeup sharply, and expelling his gender without a bottom line.

In one video screenshot after another, college students, anchors, and office workers are using twisted and exaggerated makeup to imitate the dance he wore in high heels, feeling pretentious and winning applause.

His names, Chi Ji, Noah, all became a joke.

"Eating chicken is TJ? Not being played by foreigners in the UK, isn't it good? Watching his dance is not good!"

"I heard that it is a transgender... Some friends of the cosmetic surgery hospital have given the stone hammer, vomiting."

"How do these people get popular? Depraved the social atmosphere, and not afraid to teach bad young people, such pornographic and explicit things should be banned!"

"Team fan said it was really annoying that there is such a thing in A...Is it not good to consciously leave the group?"

"If you want to cheer, you should leave the group yourself. It's really embarrassing to other brothers. The crown should not have him!"

Page by page.

Page by page.

Chi Ji sat in the paper, and had lost the possibility of escaping here.

How can I be so naive?

If the blade and the sword are true, why don’t you take me out today?

If the world still loves me, where did these come from?

He raised his head and tried to breathe, but his limbs began to cramp like drowning.

The shame was woven into a thorny cage that penetrated his heart, and he was nailed here completely.

When I went out to perform during the New Year, everyone on the stage was watching me, wasn’t he watching my jokes?

How much did they carry? Did I cause them too much trouble?

Chi Ji took a breath and tried to control her tears. With her last effort, she found pottery basins and lighters and burned every mark of shame to ashes.

He dared not touch the smoke alarm, leaned against the window sill and burned with tears, trying to save himself from the heavy thorns.

Why are there so many videos?

They put out black and white pictures and made so many jokes with my name, is it really fun?

Are all my friends, everyone have seen me embarrassed and ugly? ?

The shame has turned into the sharpest knife, trying to crush his little sense of security.

When the last one was revealed, the bottom layer was pressed against a set of women's black lace underwear.

Like the last invitation of the devil.

Ji Ji wiped his face gently with the back of his hand and raised a pale and tired smile.

He picked up the explicit bra and thong and put them into the burning ashes.

Then he jumped down with arms full of fire.

-2-

Lively and festive program backstage.

Jiang Shu's cell phone rang several times, and suddenly there was an emergency call from Qi Ding.

As soon as the phone was answered, Qi Ding scolded directly: "What the **** are you?! What about the others?!!!"

"How are you--"

"Chi Ji is rescuing-leave nothing to come to the third hospital, the pupils have already spread and **** a little faster!!!"

Jiang Shu thought he had heard it wrong, and when he spoke again, he could hardly hold the phone: "Chi Ji? Xiao Chi?"

Qi Ding couldn't care about explaining to him that he grabbed someone for help in the rescue room: "Nurse, the nurse begged you to save him, the child was just twenty-three years old-he was so young -"

Jiang Shu almost forced himself to stand up from the corner and walked unsteadily.

Huo Jian finished her makeup and greeted: "Uncle? Drink a glass of water?"

"Quick, the third hospital, Chi Chi has an accident."

The next three hours have been completely out of control.

Everyone in the company is controlling reporters who are called riots. The rescue room is filled with tearful people and pleading, and the current of heart recovery is sent to the highest point-

When Pei Ru also rushed to the scene, Huo Jian stood outside the isolation gate, and the tears were still in the eyes.

He saw Pei Ru also, at this moment at a loss like a child about to lose his loved ones.

"Teacher, Chi Chi, he's still saved, right?"

"Teacher, do you know any good doctors? Let's hire more doctors, and more..."

Pei Ru also hugged him tightly without a word, letting him struggle to collapse in his arms until he burst into tears.

When Jiang Shu rushed to the door of the rescue room, he couldn't stand it anymore. The whole person stumbled and fell to the ground. After being lifted up, he couldn't open his mouth.

Feng Yi's agent, Lao Xu, rushed over for the first time and helped him sit for the whole afternoon.

After Feng Yi committed suicide, the old Xu took four or five months to survive. Now when he sits next to Jiang Shu, the two old men are crying.

"This is not to blame you." Lao Xu patted his shoulder hard, his voice dry: "No one wants this."

Jiang Shuku sat on the iron chair, and slowly shook his head for a while.

"...Blame me."

Finally, the surgical light went out, and the doctor finally took off the mask and walked down.

"Sorry, we tried our best."

No one can accept this fact.

Yesterday, Chi Ji, who was alive and smiling a few hours ago, disappeared.

Huo Jian couldn't control his emotions anymore when he heard this sentence. His heart was so tight that he couldn't breathe at all, and he only had a quick breath when he spoke.

Pei Ru also held him in his arms for the first time, and motioned to other seniors who came to help calm the other members.

This incident did not give anyone time to accept and buffer. Even so, Jiang Shu stood up in a muddle, and arranged a funeral home and crystal coffin for his children.

Tears flowed at the opening, and he repeatedly touched the glass while sitting next to the coffin, trying to touch his face again.

Huo Jian can't think any more.

The moment he heard the news of his best friend's death, his internal organs were pulled and shattered into shape, and his mind was repeatedly thinking about why.

The concepts of time and space have become very vague.

The only thing he remembered was that he repeatedly begged Pei Ruye to take him to the place where Ji Ji stayed last.

Police have set the 17th floor as an investigation area, and a large amount of ashes and residual paper have been found on the bedroom and the 11th floor platform where Chi Ji fell.

There was also a carton that was not burned out, but the fingerprints of others could not be detected.

On the 14th floor, there is also a buffer canopy, so that the remains are still intact.

Huo Jian couldn't even look at the crystal coffin. After being invited by the police to go out on the 17th floor, he curled up in the office on the 16th floor. He didn't eat or drink for three days and lost his focus.

At this moment, he seems to think more about the future.

For example, if the regiment disbands, what is he counted, where can he go, and what kind of future will there be.

But wandering again and again, there is only one thing in mind.

Chichi cannot do this kind of thing.

Chichi was murdered.

He was killed.

I want to avenge him and destroy all the family whose family name is Han.

But all the hatred and pain can't be beaten by the blankness and daze of a sudden lack of a corner of life.

Huo Jian can see Chi Ji when he is half asleep and half awake, seeing him playing the piano, and he is singing.

He curled up in a warm corner where he didn't know where it was. He dreamed that the whole group was there. They also gathered together to sing together, preparing to go to the field to record the program tomorrow.

How could Chi Chi disappear.

It's impossible, no, impossible...

Inexplicably regaining consciousness in the middle of the night, he was suddenly shocked.

What he heard when he and Chi Ji first met was Chun Xing's funeral song.

It's like a farewell destined in the past.

No one can accept such sudden changes.

Xie Lianyun sat quietly beside the crystal coffin and kept silently for three days.

Both Long Ji and Bo Jiu endured the grief and helped Jiang Shu to cook the funeral affairs, helped take care of Mei Shengyao and Huo Jian, and became the last pillar of this family.

Mei Shengyao disappeared that night, and was finally found by Mei Heng in the backyard of the old apartment. He was greeted and taken away.

Jiang Shu was forced to go to the meeting.

He is the person in power and the person who wants to participate in the decision to stay in the crown in the future.

Xie Liyun accompanied him to the conference room.

What should the Crown do after the funeral?

No one can ignore the lack of this corner, no one can accept the addition of new members.

Some senior officials tried to propose the idea of ​​dissolution, while others insisted that the crown should continue.

On February 17, 2017, God took Noah.

This news detonated Weibo, and the group fans were directly hit until they shed tears and candles all night long, sobbing and remembering their sadness, and reviewing and tracing everything about him over and over again.

Sister Sunny had collapsed to find Chi Ji as evidence of false death.

Jumping from the seventh floor, there is a buffer zone, Chichi must not be dead, he just didn't want to stay in this dirty place anymore, and found a way to leave that the world could accept.

The seventh floor is not high, so many people can survive, why does the miracle not appear on Chichi?

But for many outsiders, this is just another news of death.

Every year, well-known figures die, they will symbolically forward the nostalgia, and then forget, and no longer care.

February 20 is the day of the funeral and cremation.

The OSC award ceremony began on time, and a villa in the suburbs has begun to celebrate with fireworks.

A number of celebrity superstars gathered in front of the red carpet abroad, and they received the baptism of the flash light.

Heisha and Wanlian are already available. People stand silently in front of the crystal coffin, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Han Qu laughed happily and opened champagne and blow balloons with his men to celebrate. Bakuchi model followed the nightclub music and shook his buttocks. There were seven layers of fondant cake on the table.

The pure gold crown was once again brought to the public.

Pigeon blood rubies are embedded in the middle, small diamonds dot the sides, and sapphires are scattered like stars, carrying the love and dreams of countless people.

"This year the Crown Award was awarded...A."

The lens was turned close-up, and the six seats were empty.