lost hearts

After exiting the backstage, Krist and his group walked around the dedicated exit and came to the side door.

In order to prevent commotion, the side doors through which artists generally pass are relatively close to the corners.But a lot of times, that doesn't play that big of a role in China.

Chinese fans are different from Thailand.

Krist already knew this very clearly.

But seeing a large group of people crowded and waiting at the door they were going out, holding up the signboard of the six of them, Krist had the urge to cry again for a moment.

Fans have different nationalities and habits.

But some things are not so different.

Like the love his extended family has for him.

Many people gathered together and sang a song familiar to Krist very loudly: Little Lucky.

The staff carefully guarded them and opened a path for them. Among the fans, the boys walked through there one by one, just like Moses in the myth of dividing the sea.

They even received a fondant cake in support.

On top of and around the cake are fondant figurines representing the six of them in SOTUS, dressed in headmaster uniforms and student uniforms.

After returning to the hotel, the six boys gathered together, as well as the accompanying staff, each with a tired but satisfied look on their faces.

Guangzhou is very good, this grand occasion is remembered by everyone.

Since we had to go to the airport to catch an early flight the next morning, everyone was not allowed to celebrate for too long, but after a while, we hurriedly disbanded so that we could rest for a while.

Everyone walked out of Krist's room.

Since P'jane was talking to P'wan, singto stayed last.

The room that was still full just now suddenly became empty.

This gave Krist an illusion, as if the enthusiasm of the night just now, standing on the stage and being cheered by everyone, and the joy of everyone celebrating the success of the meeting, was like a dream, flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and it was about to dissipate in a blink of an eye like.

The more lively and prosperous the quietness, the more lonely the boy felt.

In a hotel room in a foreign country, the supper just eaten is still scattered on the table.

Krist lowered his head and stared at his toes, then looked at P'singto, who was about to walk out of the room after greeting him, and called out to him in a strange way.

"Wait a minute, P'sing."

Singto retracted his outstretched foot, turned his head, and slightly raised his eyebrows at Krist: "Huh?"

Originally, he didn't think too much about it, but when his brother really stopped to look at him, Krist was a little at a loss.

He suddenly remembered a scene in SOTUS just after he came back from the beach. P'Arthit did the same, calling Kongphop over and over again, reluctant to part, but couldn't find an excuse to keep him.

Slowly, Krist pursed his lips and smiled softly, a small dimple appeared on his face, and his bright eyes stared at Singto's, as if looking into the depths of his heart.The emotion of nostalgia was fermenting in his heart, gurgling and rolling, obviously only a few rooms away, and he also had his roommate, but it seemed as if they would not see each other for a long time after parting at this moment.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell my brother to have a good rest tonight. I have to get up early tomorrow."

Suppressing the feeling of loneliness and loneliness, Krist let himself speak thoughtful words.

Sometimes he is capricious, but more often, he is sensitive and considerate.

"Uh, you too, you have to go to the school to take the exam when you get back from the airport tomorrow?"

singto suddenly walked towards him.

The slender and beautiful fingers ruffled his hair, and then pressed it lightly.

Even with the distance of countless hairs, you can still feel the warmth emanating from that palm.

"Hey, I'm dead. I'm ready to go to the temple because of my failure." Krist yelled with a look of being finished, and the exaggerated look made Singto laugh out loud.