[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

"Congratulations to IDOLiSH7's new single, it really won the first place in the weekly chart!"

While sighing, Ryunosuke watched as Huan filled his mouth with chirashi sushi, muttering, and didn't know what to answer him.Ryunosuke smiled: I have been meeting and chatting privately for several months, and the meeting was not complete with greetings, and the only people in the industry who only know how to bury their heads in eating are probably only four-leaf rings, right?

"You guys are amazing too. Didn't you just release your second album two months ago?"

Ring nodded, throat shrugged violently a few times, and finally swallowed what was in his mouth.

"Did Brother Long buy it? New song."

"I didn't buy it. Ms. Fang sent us a few. I played it on loop in the living room! But it might be too loud. When I went to the bathroom, the uncle next door asked me, 'What have you been listening to at home lately? The song, is it really nice?'"

"really?"

Huan dropped the bottom of the bowl in his hand on the table, showing a complacent look.

"Really."

Huan chuckled, picked up his chopsticks again, and blocked his mouth with the eel.He quickly choked, stuck his neck and rolled his eyes, and Ryunosuke quickly handed him tea.

"Eat slowly. Are you so hungry?"

Huan gurgled down a cup of barley tea.

"Dancing is tiring."

"Because you are serious." Ryunosuke said, "Then you should eat more."

Ring was also polite, and took the plate that Ryunosuke handed over.

"Are you really angry with Ms. Minagawa just now?"

Since last month, this dance show has invited Huan as a guest.Originally it was just a one-off job, but the response was exceptionally good. After some discussion, the producer felt that Huan was not as difficult to cooperate with as rumored. After a week, he invited him again;On the Internet, there are more and more calls for Huan to become a regular guest.The program itself is designed to be very entertaining. In addition to the various entertaining sessions of the fixed guests, surprise guests are invited from time to time-that is today's Ryunosuke; from time to time, two or three lucky viewers are drawn to teach a few A simple movement, let the guests dance with them.

It is said that they are lucky audiences, and there is no capital behind the weakness, so it is impossible for them to have such good luck.But the one who was here today just didn't have any background in dancing. He came on stage and only cared about acting coquettishly to Huan, which made Huan lose his face on the spot.

Hearing Ryunosuke's question, Tamaki raised his eyelids, lowered his eyes again, and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

"If you don't dance well and don't study hard, why do you come to the dance show? She said that she has watched every episode recently, so she should know better. Teacher Huan is very strict."

Ryunosuke smiled bitterly.

"It's because I want to see you, so I used my family background."

"Then you should dance well."

Ryunosuke still smiled with a good temper, unable to deny Ring's speech.With a piece of tempura in his mouth, Huan stared at the blue flames under the small hot pot with the shrimp tail in his mouth.Ryunosuke picked up the small cup and poured udon noodles into the pot.

There is a sweet air in the small box, and there is long music flowing all the way.Vases are placed in the corners of the tatami mats, and only the cushions and backrests of the chairs are engraved with intricate patterns.

"Not used to here?"

Ryunosuke seemed to notice that he shrunk his shoulders and looked around quietly.

"Ah."

"Actually, so do I. The son of a fisherman, it's more comfortable to eat food stalls."

"Isn't it expensive here?"

"Don't worry, I said please."

"Um...thank you."

"Le and I come here often. Near the TV station, within 15 minutes' drive, this is the best restaurant."

The ring is tilted to the side. "Lele also thinks the food here is delicious?"

"Yes. He also likes the chicken soup, which is the one you said was delicious just now."

"Huh—" Huan laughed, "I thought he had bad taste."

"Bad taste? Are you happy?" Ryunosuke also laughed.

"He doesn't even eat udon and pudding. Brother Long, you know how to order udon. You're better."

"I ordered it because I knew you liked udon."

Huan took the bowl full of noodles and suddenly stopped talking.

Mr. Huan likes to eat this.Someone once pointed to the menu and said that Ryunosuke kept it in mind when they rehearsed Love&Game together.

With steam on Tamaki's face, he raised his eyes and looked at Ryunosuke.Ryunosuke had already put down his chopsticks and rested his cheek with one hand.

He sighed softly.

"It's just the two of us, and it always feels like something is missing."

Huan stopped eating and put down the bowl.

"Finally it's over."

"Ok?"

"I thought," Huan said, "Brother Long asked me to eat together because he wanted to tell me about Xiao Zhuang."

"Actually not."

Ryunosuke replied.

"no?"

"I didn't think to say anything in particular, I just had a meal with you to see how you are doing recently." Ryunosuke said, "Have you been waiting for me to mention him?"

Huan didn't answer, just bowed his head silently.

"At first I really wanted to ask, I wanted to ask you directly, or Miss Fang. But I thought, you must be unable to speak because of many difficulties. Later, I also heard some rumors..."

Ryunosuke scratched his head and smiled apologetically.

"I don't know what I can do for you... I can only trust you, and I have made the best choice you think."

Huan still sat silently, with his hands under the table.

"...I don't know if it's good or not." He lowered his head, "Probably he...he thinks this is the best."

Ryunosuke looked at him gently, waiting for him to continue.

But Ring didn't say anything after all.

"Whenever you want to chat, you can find me anytime."

Ryunosuke leaned over, stretched his arm across the table, and patted Ring on the shoulder.

"Mr. Huan? Good morning."

Zhuang Wu turned his head and greeted Shihuan when he saw Shihuan.Beside him is a hot steam iron emitting white mist, and the ironing board is set up in front of him, like a light sailboat riding the waves.

When I saw him when I opened the door, my first reaction was to turn around and back away.But Zhuang Wu had already opened his mouth, so he could only walk out.

"There are still some pancakes fried in March, you go to the kitchen to see."

"Oh."

Huan Cao Cao responded.Added another sentence:

"Good morning."

As usual, if you remember to greet thoughtfully in the morning, you will often be praised.

But Zhuang Wu didn't answer anything, just smiled at him and lowered his head back.He put the iron on the surface of the dress, as if he was going to continue listening to Huan.

It was only one sentence missing, and it seemed that something tangible and qualitative was missing.

Huan stood there silently for a while before walking into the kitchen.

He deliberately picks and chooses among the identical dishes, washes his hands dawdly, hoping that when he goes out again, Zhuang Wu is no longer in the living room.But when he looked over, he saw Zhuang Wu lowered his head intently, took another piece of clothes from the top of the neatly folded pile on his right, and spread it out on the ironing board.

Huan bit the fork and came out slowly.

He passed by Zhuangwu, walked to the edge of the dining table, pulled out the chair and sat down.He opened the fridge for jam and opened the shutters.Birds chirped outside the window.

Zhuang Wu kept leaning forward, facing the clothes in front of him, without even looking at him.

Huanbian didn't make a sound.Light golden sunlight slanted in from behind, weaving fine and dense golden threads.A clean tablecloth with blue and white checks was spread out in the field of vision.

Huan ate the pancake mouthful.The outline of Zhuang Wu is always on the edge of his eye sockets, whether he looks at it or not, it occupies an indelible position.It was obviously March's excellent craftsmanship in his mouth, but he couldn't chew it until it was so bad that he couldn't chew it.

It took an unknown amount of time to finally be able to talk peacefully like today.

During the coldest days in winter, Zhuang Wu once told him that if he didn't want to see him, he could move out of the dormitory and find another house.Tsunade's mind went blank, and he couldn't think about anything - when he realized it, he had already rushed up and grabbed Sogo by the collar; Yamato and Nagi were desperately trying to pull him away.

What are you going to do?Yamato's terrifying gaze made Ring take a step back.The way you are now makes no one feel good. He said that he wants to move out for your own good. What else do you want to do to him?

No, no, Yamato, Tamaki, don't do this. Nagi stood blankly in the middle, shoulders slumped helplessly.The more we are in such a time, the less we can quarrel.The brave must be united to deal with the dragon.Isn't that so?

Sanyue patted Zhuang Wu's back lightly, Zhuang Wu lowered his head and clasped his hands tightly on his elbows.Yizhi kept Lu behind him, so that people could not see the sadness in Lu's eyes.

Zhuang Wu didn't mention moving out of the dormitory again.But for the better part of a month after that, their breakfast time was steeped in terrible embarrassment.Huan said "I'm full" very loudly, and when he stood up suddenly, the chair legs and the floor made a piercing sound.The voice that would normally remind him to "Pay attention to Rong Yi" at this time has been completely silent.Huan bumped against the furniture all the way out, and Yizhi trotted after him.After walking a long distance, I could still hear Huan Teng Teng Teng Teng downstairs, and Kazuori followed behind and shouted irritably, "Youye-san, there is ice on the road, be careful not to slip—"

After that, there were several heavy snowfalls, and the ground in Tokyo was extremely frozen.

The cold wave made them pay special attention to Lu's body, but before the arrival of early spring, they still caught a cold.Overwhelmed care immediately fills up the private schedules of the companions.Thanks to this incident, Zhuangwu and Huan finally had some conversations—even if it was just as simple and boring as "please bring me a towel" and "here".

Occasionally they would be in the room together, avoiding each other's eyes.Lu hid under the quilt and pretended to be asleep, but no one spoke for a long time, so he couldn't bear it and quietly opened one eye.

Later, he recovered day by day without any further complications; the weather also became warmer day by day. Although it was not warm yet, it was no longer so cold that it hurt people's heart.

Now, in the morning when there is no work, Zhuang Wu is in the living room ironing a large pile of western clothes given to him by the advertiser, and eating a late breakfast in Huan.The air is quiet, giving people the illusion that the scars have healed.

"Mr. Huan,—"

Zhuang Wu made a sound, and Huan was startled.

"Oh ah?"

"Do you want to iron your school uniform? Graduation ceremony is coming soon."

Oh yes.There is such a thing.

Ring nodded, threw the cups and plates into the sink, and went back to get his coat.

Zhuangwu took it naturally and put it on top of the clothes waiting to be ironed on his right hand.Huan stood foolishly for a while, then pulled up a chair, and sat down beside Zhuang Wu.

"At the graduation ceremony, Zhizhi will give a speech."

"Really?" Zhuang Wu lowered his head and kept his hands on, "Will March be there?"

"It will. I heard him ask his agent to spare that day."

"Is that so. Speaking of which, he is an active idol. Will it cause a commotion if he goes to the campus?"

"Oriori is also an active idol."

Zhuang Wu smiled.

"you're right."

After a while, Ring wrinkled his nose:

"I'm also an active idol, okay?"

Zhuangwu laughed again.

"sorry."

"You're just going to miss me."

Zhuang Wu didn't answer.

After a while, he asked:

"Where is Mr. Huan? Who will you invite to the graduation ceremony?"

"Well--"

Huan thought for a while, then dragged out his tone:

"I called the orphanage. I really want the director to go, but most people go to school near the orphanage, and the director wants to go to the high school there. Other teachers are also very busy. April It’s the start of school, and they said they have to go through procedures for a lot of people. I also asked if I wanted to go back to help, and they told me, thank you for Huan’s kindness, but no need, maybe it will be easier or more troublesome. What do you mean!”

Zhuang Wu laughed.

"There will be a lot of paperwork for the admission procedures. Can Huan-kun handle it?"

"A clerk? Forget it."

Instant answer.

"But Mr. Huan is still very powerful. He offered to help."

Huan's arms lying on the back of the chair moved.

It seems that it has been a long time since I heard this voice praise myself, it has been as long as the whole winter.

"Does Zhuang want to go? My graduation ceremony."

Sogo stopped holding the iron.

"I'm joking." After two seconds, Huan said.

Sougo sighed slightly.

"Who would Mr. Huan most want to attend? Probably very much hope that sister Li can come?"

Huan thought for a while: "It's better to say that I want to attend her graduation ceremony more. I'm the older brother."

"There should be a chance."

After finishing the trousers in his hand, Sogo finally picked up Tsukimi's school uniform jacket.

"It doesn't matter." Huan said, "It's fine to go for me every day. But most of the time, the old man surnamed Jiu Tiao will go by himself."

"Actually, Mr. Kutiao... it's pretty good for my sister."

Ring pouted:

"how do you know?"

"That's what I guessed... because Sister Li also said that she hopes to repay Mr. Kujo. She hopes that Mr. Kujo will be happy."

"is it?"

"That's what she said the night we met her. Do you remember?"

"But you, Xiao Zhuang, often say the same thing. There is no repayment for your kindness. You always say that."

Zhuang Wu's movements paused, his expression a little gloomy.

"Different."

"Xiao Zhuang," Huan paused, "do you also want to make your father happy?"

Zhuang Wu stopped.

The iron was suspended a little distance above the clothes, and the leaked mist dispersed into the air and gradually became thinner.

"What do you think?" he said.

"I do not know."

Zhuangwu didn't answer him again, and the iron fell on the board again.

After a few minutes of silence while ironing, he lifted the collar of his school uniform and handed it back to Ring.

"Okay, go get a hanger and hang it up."

When Huan took the clothes, a wilted petal fell out of nowhere.It must have fallen into a fold of the clothes just now, and there are already scorched withering marks on it, and the original fresh and light pink has been almost completely covered.

It's Sakura.

Zhuang Wu bent down, picked up the petals, and handed them to Huan's palm.

"Mr. Huan."

"Ah."

"Thursday will record a retrospective of IDOLiSH7's debut so far. Remember to go to the studio early after school."

"I know."

"My manager told me..." Zhuang Wu looked at the toe of Huan's shoe, "There are some unavoidable reasons, it seems that I have to sing "missyou..." once."

Ring widened his eyes.

TBC