[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

"Weaving."

Yizhi ignored him, still lowered his head, and revised the speech in his hand word by word.

"Weaving."

"what?"

"I'm very upset."

"Wait for five minutes."

"But I'm very upset right now."

"If you are upset now, you have to wait 5 minutes before talking about it."

"I don't want to sing," Ring muttered under his breath, "I don't want to sing this."

Yizhi put down the writing pad in his hand.

"Enough is enough. If senior Feng Saka doesn't talk about you, will you be self-willed again?"

"Am I capricious? Why on earth are we singing this?" Huan muttered, "There is no MEZZO anymore, right?" "

Yizhi was silent for a while.The pen rolled down the bone of the writing board.

"...When this retrospective show was just starting to prepare, Mr. Ogami set up a song voting on social media, allowing fans to choose the song they want to sing live in this show. Considering the situation of you and Aisaka-senpai, all the voting options None of the unit tracks were played."

Huan froze for a moment.

"You didn't play Zhizhi and Lu Lu's songs? Didn't Brother He and his Pythagoras either?"

"Did you just know!" Yizhi was a little annoyed.

"……sorry."

He let out a stiff sigh.

"...But later, we received a lot of protests, saying that the unit song is also a song included in the album, and should have at least one chance to vote. We had no choice but to ask Mr. Dashen to add the 'other' option. As a result, there were a large number of accounts Vote for 'Other' and fill in the blanks with "missyou..."."

"So," Huan looked at Kazuori, "many, many people want to hear it?"

"I guess the fans organized it spontaneously. It is your song, but there are only a few votes for "Love Fragments". Maybe the fans think this is a retrospective theme, and they are more likely to re-sing songs from our early debut, so Concentrate on "missyou...". Recently, I have been busy with several projects at the same time, and I don’t see much fan movement online. Otherwise, I should go to some big fan forums to see what’s going on.”

Huan looked at him in a daze, not knowing how much he understood.

"But, if you sing this, some people will be unhappy, right? Sponsors and the like."

"Yes."

"Are we trying to make the fans happy, or are we trying to make the sponsors happy?"

Yizhi didn't answer, but glanced at Huan.

"Did I ask a stupid question?"

"No, you asked a... very powerful question."

"is it?"

"...In any case," Ichiori said with a relaxed tone, "I'd like to ask you two to record a section first. Look at the situation afterwards, and then decide whether to put it in the program. It is because I am afraid that someone will be unhappy, so... Senior Fengsaka is only pre-dealing with sponsors right now."

"I just don't like it."

Ring's fist hammered on the sofa cushion.

The movement is small, but the strength is great.Others had nowhere to know, and then Kazuori, who was sitting on the same sofa, was taken aback, and hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

"...Please pay attention to your behavior! What will people think if they see you losing your temper in the background?"

"How will other people know why I lose my temper?"

"People don't care why you lose your temper. People wait to grab your tail, take a picture, and explain it whatever they want."

Huan stopped talking and snorted heavily.

Kazuori didn't say anything more, and exhaled a long and weak breath.

Following Huan's eyes, they could see Sogo in the next room beyond the racks of Linlang's clothes and the open door.He had already changed into his clothes for the show, and was standing at the door, greeting the sponsor's representatives.

The person sent by the sponsor was a capable middle-aged man with a full forehead, but he leaned slightly when talking to Zhuang Wu, showing a bit of respect.The staff of the program production team were waiting by the side, as if they had slipped to a low-level position in the self-evident tower of power.

On the whiteboard behind Zhuangwu, there is a densely packed schedule of events, and colorful labels are pasted everywhere.He put his hands in front of his body naturally, without breaking the etiquette, nor overly flattering.Every word and smile are very suitable for the current identity and occasion.

Huan snorted again and stood up.

Yizhi also hurriedly followed: "Yotsuba-san, you—"

"Yo! Where are you going?"

Suddenly there was a colorful dazzle in front of his eyes, and he used a joking tone to conceal the sincerity of his words—it was Bai who suddenly entered the house through a side door, blocking Huan's view.

"Where are you going?"

Qian smiled at the side and repeated the sentence, with a slightly different ending but neatly.

"Ichiori-kun, Huan-kun?" Ryunosuke also appeared, "Why are you squatting in the clothing room?"

"Really." Tian Zhuan came out, "Why did IDOLiSH7's retrospective show invite us? Do we have a good relationship with you?"

"Are you complaining until now?"

Le laughed, and was gouged out by the sky with his eyes.

"You can rest assured that our relationship is not very good."

Yizhi replied to the sky with a flat tone.

"I'm relieved when you say that. I hope you won't let us do these reluctant jobs in the future."

"We are also very reluctant, okay? Since the Christmas concert the year before last, we have been accused of stealing the popularity of TRIGGER. Do you think we are very happy?"

"Yizhi..." Lu, who appeared next to the sky at some time, was shocked, "Really... really someone said that?"

"—You know it will happen if you think about it with your calf?"

"—Is that true?"

Tian and Yizhi spoke to Lu Lu together, and looked at each other resentfully at the same time.

"Oops, oops, Yuki. These kids are fighting again."

"Yes. Two canaries in the same cage will chirp at each other."

"Two cats crawling into the same hat will stretch out their paws and fight for territory."

"Oops, Momo is so cute."

"Yuki is cute too, isn't it?"

"The two seniors..."

Yizhi let out a muffled sigh.Tian rolled his eyes.Le beside him laughed exaggeratedly, and then someone stomped on the back of his foot and let out a painful cry.

Bai grasped the narrow gap between the conversations, and blinked at the ring:

"Huan, how are you doing, how are you doing recently?"

It seemed to be an ordinary greeting, but it also seemed to mean something.

Huan froze for a moment, and was drawn back by the question suddenly directed at him.

"Oh, I'm... so-so."

"Hearing you say that, I'm relieved."

"what?"

"'Living so-so' is the prerogative of young people. When you get older like me, you can only answer 'living well'."

Huan didn't fully understand the meaning of the hundred words; he froze for a moment, his eyes drifted away again, and looked towards the door beyond the layers of people who suddenly appeared between him and Zhuang Wu.

Sponsors have already left.Zhuang Wu's face was still quiet and peaceful, and he turned his head to talk to the program producer.After a while, he came over and greeted the seniors present one by one, still with a kind of usual humility and apprehension.The companions also chatted with him casually.Only Huan backed away soundlessly, hitting his heels on the sofa and standing further back than anyone else.And Zhuang Wu seemed to understand the tacit hint in it, only his gentle eyes stayed on him for a moment, but he didn't speak to him.

The seemingly indifferent calmness on Zhuang Wu's face made Huan's heart tingle sharply.

"Mr. Yotsuba and Mr. Aisaka please wait."

The staff member leaned over to say something, then left in a hurry.

Zhuang Wuhehuan sat on a round stool against the wall outside the filming area, with an empty seat in between.Huan quietly squinted his eyes: Zhuang Wu put his hands on his knees and put them lightly together.On the stage three steps above the ground, the music was far away and illusory, but Zhuang Wu stubbornly locked his eyes there, watching with incomparable concentration.

"Come here, both of you."

The director is waving.

"The two of you are very familiar with this song. I believe you don't need to explain too much about the movements and expressions. Just follow your previous style." He paused, "Is there any problem?"

Huan looked at Zhuang Wu; Zhuang Wu looked at the director.Huan shook his head, and Zhuang Wu replied, "Not anymore."

"Then let's rehearse directly with the machine, and if possible, the next time will be formal."

Zhuang Wu bowed slightly:

"Understood. Thank you for your attention."

Huan wanted to say something, but didn't know what else to say.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhuang Wu had already turned around and walked up the steps, walking to the far side of the stage.

When the first beam of light shot past, they were at their respective initial positions, far away from each other.

Zhuang Wu lowered his eyes and landed on the wireless microphone held in front of him, while Huan had his hands hanging by his sides, his head raised, and a dazed expression.The shooting light is the grayish blue that symbolizes light rain; the grayish white of a dark cloud behind the stage.

The prelude sounded.The background swayed gently, changing to the orange of the setting sun.It seemed that it had been raining all day, and it had just stopped in the evening.The light beams separated and bathed the two people on the stage respectively.The shadow stretched out and melted into the boundary line of the setting sun.

The diametrically opposed physique and temperament of the two present a stinging contrast.The libretto is about to begin: Huan picks up the microphone.

sunset on the way home

side by side with you

Long black shadows sway gently

gentle time

The companions gathered behind the camera, and it was unknown who sighed.

Sanyue looked around, but couldn't determine the source of the sigh, so she shook her head and sighed.

"Brother." Ichigo said softly.

"I know. It's just a little nostalgic. I haven't heard everyone singing in the dormitory for a long time."

"This song even predates IDOLiSH7's debut. It's the first MV made by our members."

"I know Kazuori is very satisfied with this MV."

"Yes. Because the performance is really good. Although it may not be appropriate to say this now, the two of them..."

Yizhi didn't say any more.

"never mind."

March patted him on the shoulder.

"I hope the last piece of material can be used. I just don't know if this is a good thing."

"Yes. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

Yizhi also talked to himself.

"Anyway, I hope they..."

Lu suddenly interjected softly.

Yizhi turned to look at Lu; but Lu, who always said whatever he thought, actually stopped here and didn't continue.

No matter how long it's been since I sang this song, there's no hesitation in trying to pick it up again.

I sang very seriously, Huan thought.Never been so serious.A homework question that has been done hundreds of times and the answer is familiar to me, suddenly, step by step, childishly, I deduce it from scratch.

Lyrics that have flowed hundreds of times, and stories that cannot be more familiar, when I sing again, something is completely different.The hopeless love song suddenly crumpled Huan's face, making the expression more and more difficult to maintain.

I want to gently reach out to you with my fingertips

wipe away your tears

But you are so far away

as if on the back of the earth

before unspeakable love

Who are you crying for

My chest hurts so bad it's about to tear

i love you so sorry

"...the manager?" Yizhi walked out suddenly, looking for Fang's position in the crowd, "Where is she?"

"Just call it a stop."

Yamato also stood up.

I want to hold you tight in my arms right now

Take you to escape to the far shore

But this tiny love is powerless for me

Can't even make you understand-

"Cut! Cut—"

The director yelled.The cameraman stopped the machine and looked up.Before the accompaniment music stopped, the microphone was turned off first; the blue-purple spotlight was originally shaking slightly with the rhythm, but moved a little according to the inertia, and stopped at the side of the stage.

The last few words were not sung, and Huan stopped in amazement.

"I'm sorry, both of you. Although the singing will be over soon, it won't work like this. It won't work. The sound is all wrong. Go to the back and take a rest first? Let's record something else first."

Huan was startled, and raised the back of his hand to wipe his face.

The whole face was wet with tears.After wiping it, it still flowed intermittently along the cheeks.

They have all been professionally trained, and they can sing all the time while dancing, and they can keep singing while weeping.But this training is definitely not for such occasions.Huan looked at the other side of the stage in bewilderment; but he saw Zhuang Wu, who also looked like him, with a bright face.

When their eyes collided, both of them froze for a moment.

Sogo turned around abruptly and ran down the steps at the other end of the stage.

Huan ran after him without thinking.

TBC