Boy group: In order to survive, I have to open business

Martha Graham, a famous American choreographer and dancer, said that a dancer will experience death twice in his life, once when he can no longer dance, and the second time is the real death. The first time is the most painful.

Hanazono Eiji has come a long way, from his initial shattered musical dream, to a back injury in a ballet competition, to his current shoulder fracture. He is already covered in scars. Fans sincerely hope that he will no longer experience injuries. If standing on the stage means sacrificing his health, it would be better for him to terminate his activities. Although fans are reluctant, they will also express their understanding.

During the two months of preparation for the concert, Xia Xinglang would always go to the hospital to visit the patient during his weekly rest time. In the first month, Yingzhi still didn't want to see anyone, so Xia Xinglang stayed in the yard at night and used the flashlight of his mobile phone to signal, and Romeo and Juliet looked at each other from afar. This went on for a month, and Yingzhi responded to him with the same flashlight every time.

During the rainy season in May, Xia Xinglang was downstairs holding an umbrella, the rain splashing his trouser legs. A nurse passing by called him to go in for shelter, but Xia Xinglang still stood in the yard, thinking that Yingzhi would not be able to see the signal at night.

Although this action is highly self-touching, Xia Xinglang wants to use the power of friendship and bond to bring Yingzhi back... It feels too much like something that happened in a comic, and he hasn't read this kind of comic for a long time.

The cell phone rang, Xia Xinglang answered the call, and the caller ID showed it was Yingzhi.

There was silence on the other end for a long time.

Xia Xinglang's voice mixed with the sound of rain: "Brother Yingzhi, are we like Romeo and Juliet?"

“…Come here.”

Yingzhi was standing there, looking at him under the eaves not far away. He was able to walk normally after three months, which meant that the rehabilitation was very successful and the plaster had been removed.

Xia Xinglang looked at Yingzhi in hospital gown and ran over to him: "How's your shoulder?"

Yingzhi became thinner and more haggard than before: "Two steel nails were inserted, and it will be healed soon."

Xia Xinglang wanted to hug him, but was afraid that he would get hurt: "Why didn't you want to see me, see us before?"

"Because I can't see him," Yingzhi said, "I just can't."

"Why not?" Xia Xinglang made a baseless guess, "Is it because my family won't allow me to do so, or is there some other reason?"

Yingzhi changed the subject: "Are you thirsty? I'll peel an apple for you."

The ward on the second floor. There were apples cut into the shape of rabbits on the fruit plate. Xia Xinglang didn't dare to let Yingzhi touch the knife: "Brother Yingzhi, can you tell me what you want to do in the future?"

Yingzhi just shook his head: "I don't know."

Xia Xinglang: "Do you really want to quit?"

Yingzhi gave him an answer he had expected: "Well, my family said I can't be willful."

"Am I being willful? They say that I can't keep dancing until I die," Yingzhi said, "I'm not wearing red dancing shoes. If my left shoulder is not good, I still have my right shoulder. My hands and feet are still fine. But maybe what my family said is right. I am just being willful."

Xia Xinglang sighed in silence.

Xinglang learned a lot from Yingzhi. After the accident, Yingzhi's family immediately arranged for Yingzhi to be transferred to another hospital. This private hospital has better conditions. In addition, Yingzhi doesn't like to be touched by unfamiliar people, so the caregiver was specially hired by the family. She is the aunt who took care of Yingzhi since she was a child.

Xia Xinglang could sense that Yingzhi was also reluctant to part with him. There were a lyrics book and an album on the bedside table. The edges of the lyrics book were a little curled, and Yingzhi's part was specially marked out.

Xia Xinglang only took a glance and quickly looked away: "Brother Yingzhi."

Yingzhi said stiffly: "Aren't you busy? Aren't you going to have a concert? Why are you coming to my place?"

Xia Xinglang: "I am the team representative and I am responsible for taking you back."

Yingzhi: "What's the point of me going back? I can't help at all and will only hinder us."

Xia Xinglang came prepared. He brought letters from fans, all of which were taken on his phone: "There are still fans waiting for you."

"Hmm," Yingzhi looked at it for a while, then took Xia Xinglang's phone and looked through it, without speaking for a long time.

Xia Xinglang was curious about what he was looking at, and it turned out that Yingzhi was looking at social media. When searching for 'Hanayamain Yingzhi', many articles and tweets popped up, discussing whether Yingzhi would terminate his activities. Of course, many people would not care, maybe because there were not many fans of the group to begin with, and Yingzhi and Xinglang were taking a break for a while, so the fan base was further refined.

Yingzhi handed the phone back to him: "My phone is locked."

Xia Xinglang stroked Yingzhi's hair: "Everyone is thinking about you."

Youngji closed his eyes: "I saw your group show once, and I was happy without you."

Xia Xinglang just said, "Come back."

Yingzhi: "I think Xiaolang also told me about this before. Was it the year before last? When I was planning to withdraw from "Idol Planet"."

It's true. The second task that Xia Xinglang received from the system was to prevent Yingzhi from leaving the group/the competition. Perhaps it was because Yingzhi himself felt too lonely, which was reflected in his nationality and language. He had no sense of belonging when he first participated in the competition. Debuting is the only green card line. Foreigners have to endure more tests here because the entertainment industry/entertainment companies themselves are xenophobic.

Even someone as famous as Song Jueming had to be scolded for a while after his identity was exposed before he could start again.

Xia Xinglang recalled what he had said before: "Because Brother Yingzhi is a genius on stage."

Yingzhi shook his head vigorously: "I tried to practice as soon as I recovered a little, but I can't do it like before."

"It's useless to practice this kind of thing offstage," Xia Xinglang said. "Only when you're in front of the audience, on stage with the audience watching, that's the real practice."

Yingzhi knew that what Xinglang said was a bit illogical, but when he thought about it carefully, it was indeed true. Only when someone was watching him could he feel truly alive: "You have to practice, otherwise you will make a fool of yourself on stage."

Xia Xinglang: "I will be the audience of Brother Yingzhi in the audience."

Yingzhi was silent for a while. Dancing in a hospital gown made him look like a mental patient, which was not good-looking, so he took off his shirt and stretched his arms in a half-naked posture. He had lost a lot of muscle in the past few days of lying down, and his skin looked whiter. He just turned around slightly, raised his hand, and then stopped: "Xinglang, I feel stupid."

"You're not stupid," Xia Xinglang originally wanted to encourage Yingzhi to get out of the shadows, "It's actually good to have so many fans editing support videos for you."

That was a mixed-cut video of Eiji Kayama's stage performance, with several representative movements specially captured to match the music. For example, when leading the dance, Eiji's neat turns and foot tapping, as well as his powerful and large-scale movements, could digest both robotic dance and jazz elements very well, with his perfect expression management.

Xia Xinglang was fascinated by what he saw, but Yingzhi didn't want to look any longer and immediately turned his eyes away: "There's nothing to see."

"Young-ji?"

Yingzhi buttoned up his hospital gown: "Xiaolang, aren't you going home? It's already late."

Before Xia Xinglang left, he was still asking Yingzhi about coming to the concert.

Yingzhi just gave him a back: "I will come."

Xia Xinglang said good night to Yingzhi, but Yingzhi did not respond. He couldn't help but sigh when he left the ward, perhaps because his sigh was heard.

"Good night."

Yingzhi knew he was still outside the door, so he spoke through it.