The Idol Group and the Crown

That fact is too hurt.

So that Bo Jue has instinctively nervousness when he sees the surname Han in these years, and he subconsciously wants to block what is in front of relatives and friends to protect.

He has watched several episodes of "The Choice of God Blessing" and was equally alert when he learned that Han Yang was a Han family.

Who thought Han Yang would take the initiative to come to the door.

After learning about the basic situation, Bo Jue communicated with Xie Lianyun for a few words and promised to meet Xu Le on Monday afternoon.

Don't tell Huo Jian this matter for now.

It's not that distrust does not help, but he is returning to the peak of popularity through "Blessed Choice", and then he needs to use his influence to do more.

It was enough for him and Xie Lianyun to share these.

Dr. Xu is very simple to wear, although he can spend a lot of time in the capital at his salary level, but his coat has traces of folds after repeated washing.

Xie Lianyun rarely had a break with Mei Heng, and when he saw goodbye, it was almost like letting go.

He asked for a bottle of ice soda, his expression was not easy.

Xu Le never thought that he would have a relationship with the entertainment industry.

"I met Han Qu when he needed to understand the care plan for some patients with depression, and asked my friends to pass me on and ask questions."

Bo Jue clung to the cup handle unconsciously, pressing on Huo Qi: "What did you ask?"

Xu Le now probably knew exactly what was happening. He lowered his head and pressed his emotions, saying: "Don't do anything to depression patients."

Do not stimulate trauma, do not detract from personality.

Don't emphasize how much burden the patient puts on relatives and friends, and don't deny all the meaning of his existence.

Don't kill him with shame and guilt.

Every sentence in turn is an excellent poison.

Xu Le spoke very slowly, and Xie Liyun closed his eyes and listened silently, unable to speak for a while.

"I'm very sorry."

"No... even if you didn't explain that day, he will find other doctors, and even do cruel things for fun." Xie Lianyun shook his head: "You are still concerned about this matter two years later, it is already very valuable. Kindness."

Xu Le smiled bitterly: "If your friend... is really related to Mr. Han, I am afraid I am the only way to get oral evidence."

He took out the recording pen from his arms and a thin piece of paper.

Xie Lianyun and Bo Jujue looked at the general idea, looked at each other, and shook their heads slightly.

"Not secure enough."

"Dr. Xu, this time the stakes are too large, we will help you to avoid danger."

After returning to the company, Han Yang finally relaxed a lot.

He secretly thanked Fu for ordering himself next year.

It is really not easy for this matter to be connected to Bo Ju through Bo Huan, and to be heard and trusted.

When Han Yang looked at Bo Jujue, he could see a sad look in his eyes.

For Ji Ji’s death, the news headlines were just a red message one day, and the traffic was gone.

But for his best friends, it is a dark scar that cannot be wiped out.

If the Han family protects the murderer, he must choose from the Han family.

Han Yang set his mind and prayed that things could go in a good direction while quickly returning to the trainee dormitory.

In this semi-final performance, not only the instructor participated in the performance, but also the highest level configuration from instrumental choreography to harmony. The instructors are quite powerful in the industry.

Even if there is no ranking, just participating in such a rehearsal performance is a good opportunity for trainees to stay in the same position.

Han Yang went to Fengjin's team this time, while Bo Huan remained in Huo Jian's performance team.

According to the rules, the popular vote and the jury score will be included in the trainee rankings at the same time. Among them, the trainees with the highest professional score and the highest popularity score will have a higher advantage in the finals.

The rehearsal time is limited, and the instructors have a busy schedule. They will only come to participate in the guidance and joint training in the middle and late stages.

A group of teenagers were sweating in the dance room, and they were invisibly more skillful and flexible than in the past few months.

Even so, they have to adapt to the special styles of different teachers.

The worst is Pei Ruye's team.

Pei Ruye usually teaches students to dance less harshly, which is a typical guest instruction.

This time their performance was selected as the American hot single "Lemon", the choreography followed Urban by Xv, and also cut the dazzling flower board.

Before the tutor came, the students were still confident.

This song is too hot, and many colleges and universities have skipped the street dance club. Most people are familiar with it.

Pei Ru also handled some of the things at hand, first accompanied Huo Jian to the 21st floor, and then went back to the 20th floor to dance with the trainees.

He was wearing a loose T-shirt and the boys were dancing when he opened the door.

"Started?" The man smiled. "No need to stop, let's be together."

『Bathsalt, bitin\\\'speakersintheface——』

At the same second when the trainees spin and stop again, he slid sideways into the field of vision and immediately changed his state when he raised his hand.

The movement of the upper and lower limbs is as if the body is performing a visual version of electronic music. The beat is instantly injected into the breathing pulse. Lifting the waist and moving the hips to swing up and down is just the integration of the body into the rhythm.

It’s not a repetitive jump, it’s not a show off ability.

The lines are alive, the nodes are jumping, and the points and lines are completely rotated by the induced changes of the shoulders, necks, waists and legs, and the nature is perfect to the extreme.

Eight teenagers stayed in front of the mirror wall for a few seconds, subconsciously keeping up with the rhythm and continuing to jump.

The background music is not fast, and most of the RAP is also very good to sing, but it is the feeling that there is no boss Pei.

They could clearly perceive the gap, so that their hearts began to panic.

——Will I dance? ?

This song seems to go back and forth in different scenes, with the typical ruff of black rap, but also retains the psychedelic magic of electronic music.

Even if the man just dances in the mirror, his back is still free and sexy.

At the end of the first pass, Pei Ru also paused, motioning to pause the music.

"Correct the wrong action first." He rolled a newspaper tube, and his tone was faint: "Elbows and shoulders are almost all wrong, starting from the first bar."

The children who had been narcissistic for several days were quickly drawn into suspicion of life.

The key to the newspaper tube is that it doesn't hurt. The key is that it usually looks like a random jump. It is really stared at by the teacher. It turns out that there are a lot of problems everywhere.

Either the upper and lower body rhythm is inconsistent, the change of steps is too fast, and the shoulder is twisted too slowly.

Either the stiffness of the chest and waist depends on strong movements, and the force is not the same as the way of pulling.

Zhu Xizhi was squeaked and squealed. When the younger brother looked at Pei Ruye, he almost shouted that the teacher was playing well.

He is not afraid of pain, but always likes to make a sound to brush his presence.

Xiaozhu has been practicing hip-hop for more than ten years. Today, after learning one afternoon, he felt like he was initiating suddenly, and he was wagging his tail in front of the male god.

No loss to Pei God!

Pei Shen is so handsome to dance like this! !

Pei Shenxun is so handsome! ! !

I really want to dance with Pei Shen every day! ! !

Shi Jianian has very few words, but he learns really fast.

In the end, the basic skills are solid, and Pei Ru also has a steady eye movement when looking at each other, and can fully assume the double C position.

His waist and limbs were soft and flexible, and a pair of gray-blue eyes observed Pei Ru's explanation and guidance to everyone, almost predatory learning.

On the other side, the DEMO that Fu handed in next year was made and revised. A group of trainees jumped out of their breath in front of Huo Jian, and there was a sense of tension in the acceptance of Party A.

Instructor Huo gave the paper, and several of them had to rush to change their work overnight, and they tuned in and changed their formation while voicing A. All the staff were not human.

The layman who looks at art always has the illusion that I can do the same with me. Instead, the layman feels the scalp becomes more and more numb.

At that time, A was almost fabulously popular, and many children who like to sing and dance are longing for it.

In case I can do it so well!

In case I debut, I won the Crown Award within a few years!

Nowadays, eight people have adapted the lyrics of the tunes throughout the night to mix, and they have a kind of gaunt feeling in the dark circles under the dream of being a great drink.

Seniors are really seniors... this is not something that ordinary people can do...

Huo Jian watched it once again, and signaled the top assistant to take a side break and walked into the center of the trainee himself.

Then stood on the other side of Fu next year, staring at the eight people in the mirror.

"First together."

Fu glanced at him quickly next year, and Shen Sheng responded.

The moment the music sounded, the two in the middle exploded almost instantly, and the six people on the side lost their colors like dancing.

It is a recognized fact that Fu is offensive on stage next year. The problem is that once Huo Jian takes it seriously, several other trainees can't bear it.

Even the dance steps will subconsciously hide away, daring not to have eye contact with Huo Jian, let alone have physical contact with him.

"That won't work..." Teacher Huo covered his head and said: "You have to turn it on, and feel like you have to let it all go out."

The trainees nodded silently, still afraid to look at each other.

It is no longer that Huo Jian has an idol burden, but that they have a fan burden.

When I encounter such a dazzling person dancing around me, I'm inexplicably a little crazy...Where can I dare to be handsome and sultry! !

Huo Jian can probably guess, relax and chat a few words to adjust the atmosphere, and teach each one where the shortcomings are.

Then go back to Fu next year, smiled and shook his head.

"Too stiff, without corners, not good-looking."

When he heard a word next year, Fu felt assaulted once, paused for a few seconds, and whispered: "...I didn't practice enough."

"Not right," Huo Jiansi thought: "You are all locked."

He beckoned Gu Shaochu to come over, the two danced the double dance just now, the tension and the sense of confrontation came out clearly.

Even if Gu Shaochu's dance foundation is slightly weak, the effect expressed is still very good.

"I always feel that you are overly restrained..." Huo Jian looked back at Fu next year and thought about it for a while: "However, this kind of thing is difficult for me to guide to change."

"If you don't do well enough, the others will be on top."

"If you don't know how to do it, your ranking will be wiped out."

"Next year, there will not be much time left."

Fu subconsciously looked at Gu Shaochu for a long time next year, and suddenly felt like a sleepy beast.

He has always been **** and untamed at the bottom of his heart, but he used to be dormant for too long, and he was not used to showing his fangs again.

Gentle modesty does not apply to the present.

"It's a pity." Gu Shaochu sighed: "I still want to compete for the C position."

"Come again," Fu breathed deeply next year: "I didn't let go."

-2-

Before leaving, Huo Jianduo explained a few words, and told them to pay attention to rest and calcium supplementation.

Not long after going out, a voice stopped him behind him.

"Teacher, I want to ask you a few questions."

When Wen Sheng turned his head, Gu Shaochu chased him out.

"Huh? Where else are you unsure?"

Gu Shaochu is now twenty-one years old and is at the intersection of teenagers and youth.

He stood in the twilight, like a sword with glowing edges, still holding the Emei fan in his hand.

"It's not a question of practice." Gu Shaochu was silent for a moment, but still asked his deep thoughts.

"Teacher, do you make a debut alone, and make a group debut, what do you think is different?"

Huo Jian's hair was blown up by the long wind. For a time, he seemed to be suddenly touched by the secret of the heart, without opening.

Gu Shaochu knew that this kind of problem was offensive, as if attacking Huo Jian's act of flying alone after A disbanded the group, and quickly explained the reason for his question.

"I have stayed here for several issues, but I always feel that...not enough to be gregarious."

"It's not that I have problems with everyone, it's that I'm not used to... equally distribute outstanding shots, lyrics, and opportunities to all the players, even if I can stand in the C position, I don't feel enough."

It may be too selfish to say so.

But he even enjoys a unique moment, and refuses to be a cloud of stars and moon.

He wants all the light to shine only on himself, and all the glory is only attributed to himself.

Huo Jian hasn't spoken for a long time.

Gu Shaochu lowered his voice and showed a rare tame in front of him.

"But I don't know if this kind of thinking is too narcissistic, maybe I'm all wrong."

"Not necessarily."

"You think..."

"To be frank, people have to learn how to make choices all their lives."

Huo Jian looked at him, but he seemed to be talking to himself when he spoke.

"Learn to bear the consequences, learn to accept the results, learn how to face the changes after the choice."

"For me, living in a men’s team is as much as getting and losing a lot when I debut alone."

Joining a group means that you can share your joys and pains with more friends like a family and no longer be alone.

But linking also means restraining one another, meaning making any choices and encountering anything that may affect everyone you care about.

If you fly alone, you have a whole stage and the freedom to make more choices.

Falling in love with reporters, rejecting nasty announcements, challenging more interesting styles, everything is for your own consideration.

But when I looked back, there was only a blank space behind me.

"You used to be a very good tennis player. I have watched you play in several games at the Wimbledon Cup." Huo Jian stared at him. "You are good at judging the gains and losses and the selection strategy."

Gu Shaochu stared at him for a few seconds and suddenly laughed.

"Okay, thank you Teacher Huo."

On Wednesday, Han Han's birthday, Han Yang had to go home for another meal.

After knowing too many things, he remembered that the family was in a complicated mood. After thinking about it, he took a leave with the team for a long time, and went back to his mother's house to take a picture of the "Shoubi Nanshan Picture" that he had painted before.

The Han family has little to do with him in the past two decades, but almost everything from tuition and tuition fees to school uniform fees, to sick hospitalization and replacement of new houses, almost all of them are silently paying for money from his father.

Still have to go back and see.

The old man saw the fairy crane and the five bats drawn by Sun Zi, and he couldn't close his mouth happily, and immediately showed the letter to all his friends and relatives.

"Look, this was painted by my little grandson. This is not what the average person can draw. Hey, isn't your art student in your family right?"

For a long time, Han Gaozhi did not see the old man being so energetic, smiling and cutting the cake beside him, and quietly gave Han Yang a thumbs up.

During the meeting, a dozen or 20 relatives talked endlessly, and after a few words, they turned back to the stock market housing prices and so on.

Han Yang sat bored and glanced at Hanqu more unconsciously.

The latter is still doing superficial work with a cigarette in it, but he only laughs when he sees Qian's father.

After half an hour passed, I didn't know which aunt's mother wentssip, and many people looked at Han Yang.

"That Huo blade, you looked at it with your own eyes, how do you feel?"

"It was said that the regiment was really hot. Your cousin was still in high school at that time and was clamoring every day to watch the concert."

"Is there a dead person coming? You said he wouldn't just avenge his revenge..."

Han Yang was shocked in his heart and didn't expect the fire to burn here.

He glanced at Han Qu with Yu Guang, who inadvertently placed a cigarette, and did not know whether he listened attentively or not.

These things were originally regarded as talks in the entertainment industry. When Chi Ji died at the time, there were all kinds of speculations, all of which seemed to be seen by my own eyes.

Many people said that he was backed up by raising a devil, and that he was actually unbearable to bullying and humiliation by high-level officials--

It's just all sorts of gossip that the marketing number is made for blood sucking.

"Yeah, the incident broke out at that time. My son heard that the group was disbanded and cried for a day. I didn't know how to catch up with the star..."

"Yangyang, don't you see them all the time? Are you talking about it?"

Han Yang didn't dare to watch Han Qu's reaction clearly, and the anxious student said: "Actually it's-other reasons!"

Everyone instantly became energetic: "Tell me!"

According to common sense, these middle-aged women do not chase the stars. The problem is that A's variety shows and new songs in the past few years are too hot. It is difficult to think about it.

"But if these words were recorded...or spread out," Han Yang expressed an embarrassed expression: "I can't mix it there."

The old man snorted: "Is there anything good to record about the broken things in the opera?"

There were really good things in the banquet, and the servant beckoned to take a storage box and put the phone in the box and put it out.

Han Yang didn't expect these aunts to be so tossed. She had already urged her to run away, but still forced herself to hand over her mobile phone.

It wasn't until this time that Han Qu took a meaningful look at Han Yang and handed over his mobile phone.

When the servant took the box out, a dozen pairs of eyes looked at Han Yang again.

"Actually..." Han Yang smiled bitterly: "It's been a few years, and Brother Ge has some time to deal with those nonsense-people are in love."

There were several young and rich girls with a long hiss who looked like hiss.

The gossip's aunt took a picture of the junior's head and excitedly said, "You watched it with your own eyes? Who are you talking to?"

"Is that Pei--" A girl was covered by her sister before she finished speaking: "I knew the two of them--"

"No! My blade is single!!!"

"These are smoke bombs." Han Yang said helplessly: "Blade Brother and Mr. Pei are so high-profile every day, it is not true at first sight, and they are in love as soon as they come back. People must also be careful... He is not talking about ordinary people."

A group of Xiaofu's second generation mourned loudly, and the elders next to them kept going: "It's a man and a woman? Did you meet in the dressing room?"

Han Yang shook his head quickly, lowering his voice and said: "Actually... it's this day."

As soon as these words came out, the high school fan at the table was already having a severe earthquake in his pupils, and he could not breathe while holding the edge of the table.

Han Qu slightly changed his face, mocking: "This is too bullshit, but you can say it."

"Feng Tianhou had already collaborated with Huo Ge several years ago," Han Yang made up his gossip, thinking that if he had finished this job, he would be able to switch to the eight groups of rabbit districts and become black. The ring of angels was still the line that Mr. Pei helped to sign."

"That's the same as saying-he's a little white face in captivity?!"

"I'll say it! This surnamed Huo can't get in touch with the people who have money and power in our circle. The backstage is so hot every year, and the co-author is digested internally--"

"Feng Jin is more than 40 years old. Gee doesn't see it, he still likes little puppies--"

Han Qu didn't intend to put down his vigilance, and he started to shake when he listened.

This kind of ghost thing... makes sense logically.

"You think about it, Pei can always make such a big business in the country. When he had nothing at first, he cooperated with various big stars. Who took the lead?" Han Yang drunk half a glass of red wine and started to go out. Shaking: "Brother Huo, he will not go anywhere after returning home. Who are he waiting for at the hotel? Did he understand it after thinking about it?"

The second generation of Xiaofu are already crying.

The older one listened with relish, and while urging his children to go out to play for a while, don’t listen to some messy things, while continuing to dig down quite a bit: “The relationship between President Nai and Feng Tianhou——”

Han Yang replied instantly: "Don't we dare talk nonsense."

He closed his voice, but others seemed to find a breakthrough with the detective, unbearably digging the four-corner relationship of all kinds of dog blood and feelings of male pets, and even turned out all the rumors that were suspected of being held by rich merchants.

Their generation is not familiar with A and the new star, but it is a youthful memory of Feng Jin, it is no exaggeration.

There was even an uncle who sighed with a sigh of relief: "If I were a teenager again, maybe--"

"Maybe your father peeled your skin!"

After finishing releasing Meng, Han Yang expected that he was almost like Chihuahua. He quickly glanced at Mr. Han and the old lady at home. They were afraid that they thought it was too presumptuous.

Who knows that all kinds of discordant dog blood is a common thing, and the two old people have been strange for a long time.

Han Qu listened carefully for a few ears, and unconsciously asked a few old things in the past, so as to determine whether Feng Jin really did such a thing as a male favorite.

The relatives sneered in return.

"Oh, she didn't rely on this superior in those days, what's so strange!"

"Do you think she has won so many awards, is she really capable?"

Han Yang listened silently for a while, thinking that if the content of the chat is passed today, he is afraid that he will be a dark shark by three fans.

No, what kind of dark shark, it’s possible to chop it up and throw it to feed the dog...

-3-

Huo Jian's Thursday was not so good.

His work schedule is very full. In the morning, he will guide the trainees to rehearse the program. In the afternoon, he will record the announcement programs of other TV stations. In the evening, he will return to the company to meet to revise the specific arrangements for the next six months.

The high-intensity work itself has been following him like a breath for many years, and it is not a burden.

What is really hard is that Pei Ru is also on a business trip in other provinces and may not necessarily return tonight.

At this moment, the short video has been downloaded and peaked on all application platforms, becoming a popular trend in the world.

When Pei Ruye and Huo Jian appeared in the broadcast room at the same time, Yehuo Live beat the competitors, again attracted a large number of Internet celebrities and popular UP hosts, and the eight entertainment divisions were thriving.

Pei Ruye has not gone to other provinces or even abroad for business trips in recent months, but most of the cases are the common nodes of Ka Zun and Blade, who went out together to make the album, and did not let separation anxiety bother him too much.

Now the time of not meeting and not touching is gradually extended to fifteen or six hours, and video calling can also reduce discomfort, which is not bad.

"This time there is really a very important order that needs to be met," Pei Ru also placated when he went out: "I try to come back in the evening, but there may be cases of air traffic control."

"The doctor is on call on the fourteenth floor. If you feel uncomfortable, please contact her at any time."

Huo Jian nodded arbitrarily, and did not mind: "It does not matter, go busy."

The man kissed his forehead and went to the airport with his assistant.

The morning went smoothly.

Huo Jian led the teaching assistants to teach the children to dance and sing as usual. When they were interested, they played and sang a few songs.

Lunch is pork rice with pork chops. He doesn’t have to be overly harsh on his body shape. He can now eat his favorite food.

Pei Ru was also in a meeting and did not reply to the news.

In the afternoon, we have to shoot two magazine covers and a perfume advertisement before we go to the TV station to record the show.

Huo Jian ignored the strange feeling in his heart, and after a busy period he called the phone.

It was connected only after four or five sounds, and there was a roaring wind on the ear.

"On the balcony?"

"Well, come out to breathe." The man's voice was a little tired: "The price card is tight and not easy to talk about."

"Dianbian miss me?"

Huo Jian jumped in heart when he heard this sentence, both excitedly wanting to admit it immediately, and seemed to be annoyed as if he was poked.

"Just concentrate on your work." He said lightly: "Big deal, see you tomorrow."

"I miss you," the man whispered, "I have no appetite for lunch, so I want to hold you for a while."

Huo Jian raised a smile in his eyes, and wolf tail twitched: "Can't bear me."

"Reluctant." Pei Ru also took a sip on the other side of the phone: "It's time to continue the meeting and talk later."

Recording shows is not pleasant.

The male guests of the partner are muscular men, beautifully trained in body, and play the game completely mindless.

Huo Jian's victory and defeat are invisible, and he smiled all the time and was repeatedly pitted by his teammates. He was always a gentleman.

The host also made two tentative jokes, and the fans screamed.

When the program came to an end, Huo Jian suddenly wondered what Pei Ru was doing.

Thinking of how he turned his pen during a meeting, he supported his chin and listened to others talking.

The knuckles are slender and white, and the collarbone is slightly exposed...

He quickly recovered and continued to laugh and interact with the female guests to guess the answer together.

There is no uncle Jiang staring under the stage right now, but playing the game always has to put some water.

Otherwise, too many offenders will be easily stabbed in the back, which will cause trouble for the company.

At 6.30pm, the program was recorded.

Huo Jian was a bit dumb while removing makeup, and sent WeChat to Assistant Zhang.

"What time is he coming home at night?"

Zhang Zhu responded quickly.

"Not sure yet, it may be two or three in the morning."

Huo Jian's heart sank, and the sense of absence was scattered like an hourglass.

He called back.

"Just busy after a while, how are you there?" The man said softly.

Huo Jian perfunctoryly adjusted his tone casually: "Want to eat together at night? I'm waiting for you."

"I'm afraid it's too late, there are two partners to see."

"It's okay to eat late." Huo Jian half-jokingly said: "It's just going to have supper at eleven or two, how about grilled fish?"

"Don't wait, I'll go to the show tomorrow." Pei Ruye also smiled and comforted him: "You probably fell asleep when I came back. It will take a while for the airport to come over."

Huo Jian responded lowly, waiting for him to say more, and hurriedly hung up his phone.

He lay on the table for a while, the assistant approached him tentatively.

"Brother Brother Pei told me... You have a bad stomach and you have to eat on time."

"Don't want to eat, diet."

"Then a cup of chia seed vegetable and fruit shakes?"

"Don't want to drink."

"Mr. Pei made ice in the morning, and there is a French quiche to heat."

"...Get it all."

The meeting was at 7:30.

Huo Jian is a little distracted, but this does not prevent him from meeting and making decisions.

It's like working in a daze.

At nine fifty-two, the meeting ended.

Pei Ru has not returned yet.

Huo Jian has felt the gap pulling his emotions.

Some memories and annoyances twirled unconsciously, making him want to touch or hug something at the moment.

Fortunately, Pei Ruye called.

"I'm busy here, on the way to the airport."

Huo Jian tried not to let himself be coquettish without any fuss, and said softly: "I will wait for you to sleep at night."

Pei Ru also couldn't help but press his eyebrows, and continued to give his little white wolf a smooth hair: "If you don't concentrate, you can take a hot bath, relax and meditate for a while, or read a book."

Huo Jian yelled and shook his head again.

He became restless.

"Don't want to watch it, I'll go exercise for a while..."

"You can just leave it if you don't want to hang up," the man said gently. "I have no outsiders here, and the car is quiet."

"You can open up when you want to talk, not chat."

"Blade, I've been there and won't disappear."

Huo Jian agreed shortly, changing clothes to go swimming.

He put his mobile phone on a chair by the pool and shuttled around in the huge floating pool alone.

It was like a white wolf that fell into the deep sea and night.

At this moment, it was already late at night, the lights between the skyscrapers were extinguished one after another, except that the long street was staggered like a star trail.

Huo Jian quietly lay in the middle of the water, behind which was the night and the city, like endless breathing and waiting.

"Blade, I'm getting on the plane, contact me later."

He didn't respond, tapped his toes off the water and barely made some sounds, then turned around and dived back into the water.

11:20. Still not coming back.

At 12:05, did not return.

Huo Jian doesn't like the feeling of being tied.

But it seems that when he meets that person, he can feel freedom and security.

Separation anxiety is a problem that can be gradually cured in the rational world.

But for Huo Jian, it seems to be his only rope to connect with the whole world.

He was unwilling to be cured subconsciously.

From the death of his mother when he was a child, to the disappearance of his best friend and the dissolution of the boy group, he had a long-standing fear of separation.

So much as if he was used to shackles, he would feel a bit familiar with the relief when he encountered this anxiety.

This itself is contradictory and self-consistent.

Huo Jian hugged the pillow and rolled between the bedding, thinking about what Pei Ruye was doing at the moment.

He waited too long, and now his breathing rate is a little fast.

He began to regret that he didn't ask for a kiss between lips when he went out in the morning.

The forehead is not enough.

Why didn't I just say a word that I miss you... If you tell him at noon, will you come back earlier at night?

Huo Jian closed his eyes and passively faced his own inner weakness and fear.

He had to face these.

Fantasy, unknown, fear, anxiety.

He refused to admit that he had weaknesses and powerless places. He always seemed to be too deep into the play and would rather exist as a god.

Brilliant and bright, no shortage.

The phone never rang again, and he refused to call again.

I don't know who he is mad at.

2:14 in the morning.

The phone rang.

Huo Jian curled up in the quilt and answered the phone in the dark.

"Know you are not sleeping..." The man sighed: "Blade, open the door."

The young man quickly turned over and got out of bed without even having time to put down the phone, trotting all the way to the door barefoot, holding the phone, and opening the door.

"If so, I'll wait for you for a long time." He looked at him quickly and said: "I'm not uncomfortable, my breathing is normal, maybe I can wait a little longer--"

"I just... want to hold you and fall asleep."

Pei Ru also reached out to hold his wrist and set aside the phone he was still holding.

Then Huo blade was completely embraced in his arms, giving him a gentle and long kiss while releasing his tremor with warmth.

Huo Jian was snorted by the kiss, and he buried his face in the man's neck after a while, stubborn and fragile.

"...Will you come back early next time?" He just said, as if he felt something exposed, and turned his head to the other side: "It's okay to be late, I said nonsense."

Pei Ru also sighed and kissed him again.

"Return early."

"I want to see you too much."