The Idol Group and the Crown

-1-

"For therapeutic reasons, I would not recommend you to return to that dangerous environment."

In the consultation room, only rustling pages turned.

The doctor's attitude is gentle and calm, but he is frank about his views.

She has listened to many stories these days and feels the same as Huo Ren has experienced in the past eight years.

The entertainment circle is like building a bridge with countless scales between two cliffs.

If you go one step further, you have to put down something as a supporting chip.

The closer to the end point, the more things are mortgaged and sold.

All members of A can break the records of a group of seniors in their early twenties and win the crown. Almost everyone paid the same heavy and expensive price.

Huo Jian's spirit collapsed for nearly half a year, and now he has finally reached a state of slow recovery. As a doctor, Elia does not want him to touch these dangers again.

Even if it was only a few months, she respected the young man from the bottom of her heart.

Huo Jian took a sip of lemon tea and did not feel offended.

"So the first thing to start over is to stop setting yourself up."

He has long thought about many things, clearly reviewed every day since he entered the business, and his emotions and reason are returning to his old state.

"I will not return to my country as a personal idol."

A is a standard idol of the old era. When the concept was proposed, strict restrictions were set around these two words.

Everyone is accustomed to the shackles, and bleeding rust has already formed in silence.

Do not fall in love and do not allow personal emotions.

Freedom of speech, style of dressing, behavioral patterns, and every move in public have virtually entered the scope of the commodity idol.

Pei Ru also nodded slowly, expressing his approval of the decision.

The doctor was a little surprised, and followed the customary methods of psychoanalysis, asking again: "Then, who do you want to be next?"

Huo Jian raised his eyes and looked at Pei Ruye. After exchanging glances with him, he remained silent for a few seconds.

"Myself." He took a deep breath and deepened his sense of certainty: "I am only myself."

I am in love, anger, behavior, everything is completely free.

"What if the public resists and questions?"

"You may still face many attacks."

"I do not care."

When Huo Jian looked at Elia, there was an indifferent smile in his eyes that had never appeared in the past eight years.

"If all they like is to tame an obedient plaything, just leave it all."

After the therapist left, Huo Jian took a long bath alone.

He knew many things were contradictory.

The entertainment circles of the past and present seem to be trapped in an endless loop, and the muddy atmosphere remains unchanged.

But with the advent of short video and live broadcast culture, the channels for one person to become famous became more and more.

The drastic changes in the last ten years are a phenomenon that the entertainment industry in the past few decades dare not imagine.

A web celebrity may become popular all over the internet because of a bite of marshmallows, and a star can turn red overnight with a pet.

The rules of the game are constantly changing.

In the past, if you wanted to be superior, hard power was indispensable, and there were many strict restrictions.

But now it is 2018. It may only take a moment to want to step into the center of public opinion again and become the darling of hot searches and cameras.

He also needs a sufficiently secure opportunity.

In the bathtub, the foam is like a floating star, but also with the slight aroma of cherry amber and gin.

From a few drops of Pan Heiligen, is his usual perfume.

Huo Jian wiped his body clean and returned to the bedroom in his bathrobe.

Pei Ru also leaned on the pillow to do business, and the Bluetooth headset on the ear could hear the faint report.

Huo Jian looked at it for a while and stepped barefoot from the end of the bed.

Then he leaned over and lay next to the man's thin blanket, snuggling his body silently.

The teacher's breath is warm and long, as long as he is closer, it will make him feel soothing.

Huo Jian lay on his side for a few minutes, realizing that the man didn't care what he meant, and continued to guide the remote subordinate how to make decisions.

It is nothing but tedious content such as quarterly report data and business proposals.

The young man opened his eyes and rubbed his instep on his knees silently, drawing a circle around it.

His ankle is beautiful.

White and smooth, slender lines.

The man ignored it and signaled the secretary to plug in another phone.

Huo Jian pressed his cheek against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat with his ears, and using his instep to outline the shapely legs of the man.

Swipe across, pause, and then touch the other person's instep, allowing the warmth to slowly overlap.

Young people are not sure what they are doing, nor what the effect will be.

He quietly looked up at the man's reaction and found that the other party only glanced at himself faintly, and then turned his attention back to the work content.

There is a perfunctory indulgence.

After the long call was over, he was still looking at Pei Ruye, as if observing his prey.

"We are like this now," Pei Ru also hung up the phone and smiled and joked with him: "Call ambiguous physical relationship."

Huo Jian snorted, lying his head in his arms, and whispered, "I didn't make it to the end."

You have to wait until you get married...it takes a long time.

"I don't have enough patience." The man continued to knock on the file, his tone as usual: "I teach slowly, you learn slowly."

Huo Jian was originally just playing, but now he was even more agitated.

The wildness of human beings, once guided once, will unconsciously want to release more.

There was only a slight noise from the air purifier in the bedroom.

Huo Jianping stretched his body with his breath, leaned forward in front of the man's face, and took out the folded black ribbon under the watch of the other party.

Then grab the corner of the ribbon and pull it away.

That is the fixed switch after the agreement.

Touch to open, you can release endless pressure and emotion in pure pleasure.

He put his hands on the edge of the laptop screen, and when he lowered his head, the black ribbon flowed down, blocking the zigzag dotted curve.

The lips are soft and crimson.

The man lightly smelled the aroma of gin and wine in the air.

Then he took the ribbon and covered his eyes.

"Good."

The white wolf flicked its tail.

"I want to reward."

The man kissed his eyes smoothly.

"it is good."

-2-

When Bo Jujue woke up, it was already night.

"Brother." Thin Ring sat on the side of the bed with the medicine bowl, and leaned his forehead with the back of his hand: "Well, the body temperature is normal~"

The long-haired young man sighed low, groping and sat up.

"I don't want to take medicine anymore."

Not long after Huo Jian was brought back to the United States, everyone in the Bo family who had received the news hurried back home.

After Chi Ji's accident, Long Ji and Bo Ju were the most responsible for the funeral.

Although Xie Lianyun also helped, he was not familiar with all kinds of interpersonal relationships.

Bo Jue was relieved until he saw his parents and brothers, and pneumonia broke out that night.

——It is the aftereffect after all night.

Later, pneumonia gradually recovered, and he occasionally coughed and chest tightness.

The doctor said that this is also the physical manifestation of emotions, and it is recommended to maintain long-term psychological counseling to minimize the profound impact of the shock event.

Bo Jue was introverted and refused psychotherapy.

Finally, Thin Ring stayed here with him as he had agreed before.

Bo Jujue is now 25 years old, and Bo Huan is also at the age of college, and entered the arranger department of Shidu Conservatory of Music as an exchange student.

The elder brother is a professor and the younger brother is an international student. Both of them have waist-length hair and walk side by side on the campus. Some people take pictures quietly everywhere.

——When a red idol retires to be a teacher, anyone will inevitably be excited when they encounter it.

This kind of situation often happens in the drama school next door. The old drama is idle and there is nothing to teach after school. There are red carpet links at the beginning of the report at the end of each year.

The Conservatory of Music finally touched this time and couldn't raise his eyebrows.

However, Professor Xiaobo killed two students shortly after taking office. In class, he could be pulled out of the last row to play with his mobile phone and thrown out to the penalty station. Every time he heard it, he heard the sound more closely than the punch card machine.

At the end of the first semester, the final exam pass rate is 36%.

The dean explained to him with a bitter face, the students could not be so strict, they had to give the children more opportunities.

Professor Xiao Bo nodded gently, with a passing rate of 34% in the second semester.

"I have reduced the difficulty, and the number of test sites that need to be memorized is reduced a lot." He felt very sorry: "The children are still a bit sensible."

The abused students rushed directly to the Weibo blogs that took the lead and scolded people.

"I'm sick and embarrass him to do anything!!! Now you're smashing A, are you proud?"

"Fate, ah, ah, murderer, you pay me back credit--"

As a professor, it is inevitable that there will be entertainment, teaching and research conferences, cultural celebrations, investor meetings, etc.

Bo Jue urged Xiaohuan to practice the piano at home, simply changed his costume and prepared to go out.

Thin ring holding the medicine bowl wronged: "Brother, you haven't finished it yet."

Bo Jue glanced at him: "You drink it for me, the effect is the same."

"This is a tonic," Bo Huan rebelled. "My mother said I would supervise you. You can't do this."

Bo Jue originally changed his black leather boots and walked out. Hearing this sentence, he suddenly turned around and scared his brother back.

"Then... don't drink it?"

Bo Ju went back and finished all the bitter pills without a word.

Thin ring felt guilty for a moment, and pulled him, said: "I'll be better next time, don't be angry, brother."

The young man's lips touched his forehead, his voice softened a lot.

"Xiaohuan, you took care of me... and worked hard."

Thin Ring's face flushed red.

"No hard work, no hard work, brother, go home early."

"Okay, yes."

After all, it was late.

When Bo Ju arrived at the venue, the reception had already started for fifteen minutes, and many guests came.

A lot of people have recognized him, and in the next second with a surprised look, they immediately turned to look at another person in the distance.

After Bo Jiu signed it, they realized that their eyes were wrong, and they looked east in the direction of a group of sunflowers swaying their heads.

Master Long San is holding champagne and whispering and laughing with the management.

Bo Jue only felt that his pupil had been burned, and immediately wanted to walk towards the corner.

The next second, the other party seemed to sense his sight and saw him across countless people.

"Missed." Long Ji hurriedly handed the champagne glass to the assistant, and walked towards him quickly.

The crowd separated an aisle like the Red Sea. Someone tried to pull out the phone, but was held down by someone on the side.

This is a high-level internal communication meeting, but anyone with a head and a face should not do such things as candid photos.

Bo Jue didn't expect that he would come directly, subconsciously wanting to hide but he was not familiar with here, and he had already met in a few seconds.

Without waiting for Long Ji to speak, he entered the defensive state more quickly: "Long President, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Long Ji Ding looked at him for a few seconds.

They broke up for two years.

Too many things have happened in the past two years, and each one is memorable enough.

Now people are meeting again, one is a professor and the other is a businessman.

It's as if there are no more bonds.

"Some public welfare projects in your school have not been settled yet. I heard that Professor Xiao Bo led the way." He knew that there were many people watching the two of them at the moment, and they only greeted publicly: "WeChat ."

Bo Jue is still looking at what he is like now, and Liang Jiu yells.

He blacked him long ago.

After breaking up, Bo Jue couldn't face these chaotic internal relations. He deleted all the games from the game account to the mobile phone number, but he still had to look down with this guy in the dormitory. .

Long Ji secretly talked to several school managers beside him, and various praises took turns in turn.

"Long Shao is really young now!"

"Xiaolong is really suitable for entering the business world, hahaha, you can also sing nicely, nice!"

After the reception, they never contacted again.

Bo Ju went to the bathroom halfway, took a few deep breaths in the single room, and finally listened to his heartbeat, leaned against the wall to remove Long Ji from the WeChat blacklist, and then sent him the public welfare project of the school.

In half a minute, the other party answered the news.

"After the end, the terrace outside the lounge on the eleventh floor will wait for me."

With a jump in his heart, Bo Jue immediately turned off his phone and listened to the sound of the toilet next door, holding his chest.

He didn't know if he should go.

He used to have many excuses.

To take care of the blade, accompany Chi Chi to practice the piano.

Now there is only one person left.

Bo Ju stood in the cubicle for a long time, and pulled out his mobile phone after a while, sending a message to Bo Huan.

Don't come back at night, you go to bed early.

Thin ring made a crying cat head.

Brother, you are still mad at me.

Thin ring was smirked by him, and quickly returned to the past.

The medicine is so bitter, and being angry is a fool.

It was already half past eleven at the end of the reception.

The luxury cars outside the hotel are driving away one after another, and the night is quiet and peaceful.

Before getting on the elevator, Bo Ju suddenly remembered that Shileyuan and this hotel seemed to have capital injection from Xuanyu Group.

The elevator rang, and the lounge on the eleventh floor was empty.

He glanced left and right and realized that the camera was off.

When he walked to the terrace, Long Ji had been waiting for twenty minutes.

"……long time no see."

Long Ji didn't answer the call, he sipped his red wine and looked into the distance.

Bo Jue looked sideways and found that he could see SPF's Twin Towers from here.

The seventeenth floor was stuck in darkness, and no lights have been on since February 17 last year.

"Long Ji, now--"

Without waiting for Bo Ju to say something, Long Ji kissed him with his head in the back.

It was a long kiss with a fierce siege, which did not give him any time to think or react.

At the moment of lack of oxygen, Bo Jue tried to push away the other party, but he was tied in his arms and kissed harder. His lips were bitten and licked all over, as if the beast was marking his monopoly with breath.

The ruby-colored wine dripped down their lips, moistening their throats silently.

"His..." Bo Jue whispered painfully, and found that the other party was drunk and reached out to touch his face; "Long Ji, you are sober, this is the terrace."

There was a brisk conversation between a man and a woman in the distance, and it seemed to be heading in this direction.

Long Ji took a deep look at him, pulled thin Ju's wrist and walked sideways, and wrapped them up with a magnificent and magnificent window curtain a second before being hit.

Thick and complicated layers of silk entangle them in a small dark space, and they can still hear the laughter of the couple.

Bo Jue didn't even think he would be in this situation. He was leaning in his arms in amazement. All his attention was placed on the sound not far away.

The man pulled him silently and leaned in the darkness to kiss him again.

They kissed many times.

When you know each other's hearts when you are young, and relax after winning the prize.

When panicked and helpless before breaking up, when desperate and painful after breaking up.

Each kiss is shackled, fearful of being discovered and questioned.

Now that the breakup has been close to three years, all emotions have no way to vent, so depressed that they see each other sink in the bottom of their hearts.

Kiss has become the most perfect way to talk.

At first, they smelled each other and chased with a kiss.

Then he hugged each other's necks and almost poured all of his own into this kiss, it shouldn't be too close.

Licking, kissing, cheek touching the tip of the nose and rubbing lightly.

Now that it's in the dark, don't think about anything, don't think about it any more.

They need to loosen their shackles.

They need to live alive.

What is released in an instant, like a soul nailed into a fixed specimen by the entertainment circle, also seems to dare not expose the fear and pain in front of other friends.

The finger belly is hot, the heart is trembling, and the breath seems to confirm the Morse code of the other party.

This kiss really lasted too long. The people outside had long walked away. They were still hugging each other, and they could hear the rapid heartbeat when they gasped.

Long Ji probe looked at the situation outside the eye, and pulled thin Ju's hand and walked out.

"--Where?"

"My room."

Bo Jue was shocked for a few seconds. He didn't expect to break up again after breaking up.

He wanted to break free of his grip and was pulled into the elevator within a few seconds.

As soon as the room card is swiped, the elevator will obey the highest floor.

"I thought we should talk." Bo Ju said quickly: "The place was not safe just now, but—"

"This hotel belongs to my house." Long Ji interrupted: "Bo Jiu, there is nothing to say tonight."

The elevator opened again, and Bo Jue was led out in a fog.

Two or three steps to the front of the presidential suite.

Long Ji brushed with the room card, before squeezing the door handle, he sighed in a self-deprecation.

"I thought we would only come here on the wedding day."

Bo Jue's eyes turned red immediately, Yang Yang asked, "Now? What is it now?"

Long Jia didn't expect to make him cry again, and he kept closing the door and holding him in one hand: "I didn't mean that--"

"I won't do it," Bo Ju thought that sentence was a humiliation to himself, and he wanted to avoid him with red eyes: "Long Ji, you can't do this to me--"

"It's not wrong to come now," Long Ji hugged him and didn't go in again, coaxing the voice so softly as if they had never parted: "Xiao Ju, how often did I hurt to hurt you, when you mentioned breaking up, I Never refused..."

Yes.

It’s my breakup.

Bo Jue's mind was confused by guilt.

He let Long Ji hold his hair and rub it back, and he said for a while: "Aren't you hurting me now?"

"I'm not responsible when I'm done. It's an injury." Long Ji leaned over and kissed his lips, and hugged him back to bring him back: "Professor Xiaobo... Give me a chance to be responsible."

Bo Jue hasn't been hugged by such a princess for years, and he didn't look up at his eyes until he was put on the bed.

Clear and gentle, no difference from childhood.

"I'm about to collapse." Bo Ju complained dumbly: "It's not a good time."

Long Ji gently helped him to take off his shoes, socks and jacket, knelt and kissed gently on the side of his legs, and returned to the gentle state of his former love.

"I was too anxious just now..." He murmured: "You don't know how much I miss you..."

Then he coaxed for the whole night.

Long Li came to the reception for two days all night. After tossing, he hugged Bo Jiu to sleep and had a rare dream.

Bo Jue was still awake at 4 o'clock in the middle of the night. The more he thought, the more he felt angry and exploded. Without washing his hair, he hurriedly dressed and drove home. His back pain was about to break.

Xiaohuan thought that he was a thief at home. He wore silk pajamas and rushed out with a baseball bat. When he saw his elder brother who was both physically and mentally exhausted, he was in place: "...eh?"

"Xiaohuan, listen to my brother, never like dog men."

"what?"

Bo Jue went into the bedroom without going back to take a bath.

At noon the next day, Bo Jue called Xie Liyun and asked him to come out for dinner.

Xie Lianyun ate out takeaways for several months, and rarely came out to meet him like he had packed up.

Then I ordered a dish of fried loofah with eggs and a porridge of green vegetables.

Xie Liyun's face was as green as the dish.

While drinking porridge, Bo Jue blew his tears away, feeling like he was humiliated.

Inexplicably, he met his ex-boyfriend who had been cut off for two years, and started kissing without saying a word... After kissing, he went to bed.

He had been holding back without crying since the accident, and all the emotions burst out at this moment, and his tears went wild.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bo Jue drank his porridge, crying while drinking.

Xie Lianyun handed him a piece of paper and tentatively asked another question.

"Are you going to the hospital?"

Bo Jue sucked his nose violently, unlike the cold-faced professor in the Conservatory.

"Then... do you want some food?"

Xie Lianyun sandwiched two chopsticks and loofah, thinking that he still had to take out some food this time, and would buy two biscuits by the side of the road.

...And then the city newspapers have to report "The popular idols have fallen to the streets to buy biscuits."

Hey! ! I can’t look at it anymore! ! !

At the same time, Bo Jue drank two bowls of green vegetable porridge while crying.

Xie Lianyun silently swiped his card, confirming that Bo Ju was far away before pulling out the phone and calling Long Ji.

The latter was sitting in a large empty suite, with a look of consternation.

Why did you just wake up and wake up? ?

As soon as the phone was connected, Xie Liyun asked coldly: "Did you meet Bo Ju yesterday?"

Long Ji thought Bo Ju was in the bathroom, looking for him barefoot everywhere: "Yeah?"

Xie Lianyun took a deep breath and yelled in the past: "Don't you **** do it yourself???? Bo Jue is like that. You still toss him. Do you want to be shameless?????"

"Do you know what he invited me to eat today? Fuck!!! Scrambled eggs with sponge gourd!!! Whoever invites people to eat scrambled eggs with sponge gourd!!!"

Rong Ji’s rare speed of light kept up with these two people’s magical brain circuits and spoke straight to the point: "I will marry him next year."

Xie Lianyun paused instantly.

"This year is too busy, the surname Han has not fallen, the time is wrong."

"Xiaoju over there, I will come to the solution -"

"I'm so full that I can come and accompany you two to drink green vegetable porridge!!!" Xie Lianyun angered and hung up the phone: "Call Xuetuan to be your best man!"

A busy beep came from the phone.

Master Long looked blank.

Vegetable porridge?

What green vegetable porridge? ?