[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

Huan was stunned holding the phone.

The night is still suddenly quiet.Across several walls, someone coughed gently, distant and slight.

King Pudding's torso was pressed tightly under his body, with his short limbs turned upwards.

40>Anonymous is too good to have no one around.I'm going to file for removal soon.

41>Anonymous> 40 Sorry, someone is here.

I just had a nightmare, I woke up and couldn't fall asleep, I checked the forum and accidentally saw your story.

May I ask where is your store?If it is convenient, I want to take care of business.

42>Anonymous>41 I'm sorry, maybe it spoiled your mood.I am also very creative, and I clearly said that I will apply for deletion, but I still hope that someone can see it and someone can talk to me.

As for the store address, thank you for your kindness, but I still don’t need it.It's not my purpose to post here.

Maybe I'll leave this building as soon as I wake up and never come back again.

43>Anonymous>42 Needless to say I'm sorry, I understand how you feel.However, your content violates the building rules, so I don't know how others will react when they wake up and see you.

Is the shop still open in the morning?Sleep if you can.

When I buy mixed juice near the school, I also ask for blueberries and grapes.The clerk will ask me, are you sure, it's very sour?I said sure.

But it's really sour.Sour to the point of tears.

44>Anonymous>43 I understand, thank you for your reminder.

I'm the only one in the store, so it's temporarily closed in the morning.

Go to sleep for a while, hope to fall asleep.

45> hug you anonymously.

I got up and went to work.Hope to see you again when I come back tonight.

Although it is a bit strange to say this now, but I still want to say... MEZZO "recommend for a lifetime! I am serious.

46>Anonymous> 45 Be careful on the road!

47>Anonymous washed his face and came back, and his head became clear again.Still can't sleep.

Come to think of it, Zhuang Wu might be leaving.In that case, the big group is okay, just promote a new member, but MEZZO" will definitely not be able to maintain it. Everyone in Zhuang Wu understands that he was originally a rich man, and he was an idol for two years when he was young. Maybe he had enough fun , went back to inherit the family business.

If no newcomers are added, maybe after ten years, Zhuang Wu will be invited to come back for a variety show.Six people sat on one end of the couch, Zhuang Wu sat on the other, wearing white suits, clean and tidy, they were all successful social elites.

Zhuang Wuhui said, back then, Mr. Huan was still an ignorant high school student.

Huan might also say that Xiao Zhuang back then was just a stiff adult who was too serious and couldn't make jokes.

Everyone will laugh and say, yes, it's all over.

...When I wrote these words, I burst into tears again for no reason.

This picture is so real, I almost believe it.

No, don't do this.

I want to hear them sing again, just want to hear them stand together and sing again...

I'm going to write a letter of protest to the firm.Going right now.

Ring dropped the phone.

The mobile phone with a large string of ornaments fell into the piled quilt, and the low battery red light flickered faintly.

There are dozens of pages of content under the post, there have been debates, quarrels, accusations from other fans, and cynicism from passers-by.Some people say that as a fan, you can’t cause trouble for idols like this; some people say that it’s just a matter of appealing your own wishes. If the firm still wants to consider commercial interests, it must consider the fans’ voices.Some people ridiculed that voting is just a formality, and the repertoire must have been decided long ago; some people vowed that with the consistent style of Xiaoniaoyou Office, they would be willing to give fans a chance.

In the end, there was no unanimous conclusion, but there were many people who responded to the initiative.The complaint mailbox of the Bird Tour Office received an explosion of emails, just as Ichiori knew.Two days later, they chose "missyou..." to collect tickets under the "other tracks" option that they had won—still accompanied by endless disputes.

Huan quickly flipped through a few pages, but didn't look any further.

A sudden irritability rose in his heart, making him unable to continue.

The song is doomed not to be broadcast.Due to equipment failure, the recording time of the entire program was much longer than expected.There are more important program slots in the back, the production team can't extend the use of the studio, and the person in charge has been apologizing to the three groups of idols and managers.The tense time is enough to finish recording several must-sing songs of the whole group and the guest songs of TRRIGER and Re:vale; there is no chance to re-record the unfinished song "missyou...".

All efforts were in vain.No matter how much they cry, feel sad, and write letters to protest, it is impossible to hear "MEZZO" again. They will wait until the day the program is broadcast with full of hope, and then as the process progresses, they will become disappointed bit by bit.

Am I living up to other people's expectations?

But what did I do wrong?

Xiao Zhuang won't leave.He doesn't like home, doesn't like his father.He has nowhere else to go but here.

But in that fictitious scene, there seemed to be a certain truth rooted in it—a truth that he couldn't deny.

Huan stretched his arms restlessly, touching the mineral water bottle on the floor beside the bed.It was always there, but today there was nothing.

There was an empty soda bottle, and there was only a sticky sweetness in it, and there was not a drop of liquid in it.

He climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the kitchen.There is also no water in the fridge, no fizzy drinks, no milk.There are only three cans of Yamato beer, which are arranged coldly on the outer fan.

In the middle of the night, dawn was closer than midnight.

Huan drank a few sips of the water in the pipe irritably, returned to the house, and found that the snack reserve was also exhausted at the same time.

He lay down and tossed and turned for a while, only to hear the unbearable throbbing of the blood vessels all over his body, unable to fall asleep at all.

After a few minutes, he got up, casually changed his hoodie and jacket, and took his wallet.

The street lights are bright, but the night is dark.

The night in early spring is still cold; the neck is shrunk and the front is tightly closed, but the wind still leaks into the chest.

An all-night convenience store is three blocks away.Through the glass door, I saw the clerk on duty standing and dozing off, his head sank from time to time, and then he was suddenly awakened by himself.

When the ring entered, a soft and pleasant wind chime sounded above the head.

Orange, brown, cream, transparent.Huan took out two beverage bottles from a row, paid the bill and walked out.After taking two steps, he turned around and moved to the shelf where pudding and milk candy were usually placed, which he was most familiar with.

A girl stood over there, looking at him inadvertently.

She wore a short skirt with long silk stockings hung by garters.The stature is not tall, but the heels are high.The upper body was covered with a short jacket, which meant to accentuate the waistline rather than keep out the cold.Her long hair was tied up high, and there was a dark red tattoo appliqué on the back of her hand.

The first glance was inadvertent, but the second glance was fixed on him.

"Four-leaf ring?"

she says.

Huan held a packet of digestive yeast sugar in his hand, turned around, and saw her staring straight at him.

Calling them by their first names is somewhat offensive.He didn't agree, but when he turned his head, she confirmed it was him.Her brows were tightly wrinkled, as if she was about to get angry.

"Why are you here?"

She asked confidently and aggressively.

Ring froze.

"You," he was flustered by the girl's question, and he didn't know whether to put down the candy in his hand, "Who are you?..."

"Who I am has nothing to do with you. Why are you here? Aren't you a minor? What are you doing alone? What about tomorrow's work?"

"Tomorrow is a holiday...you don't have to go to school."

Huan replied stammeringly.

Who is she?

The girl still eyed him suspiciously, from head to toe.

"I ask you,--"

She took a step forward; Huan was forced by her momentum to take a step back.

Is "MEZZO" really disbanding? "

"No, no..."

Almost a knee-jerk denial.

"It's stopped now, right?"

"...The agent said, I can't answer such a question."

Finally remembered the standard answer.But the girl didn't have the slightest intention to buy it, and her long and slender eyebrows were firmly erected.

"Is there any next event?"

Huan was silent because he couldn't speak to deceive.

Silence is a surefire answer.

"why……"

She stopped looking at the ring and looked away:

"Why did it become like this?"

Ring couldn't answer.

"Because of you?"

Huan bit her lips tightly, her lips and teeth trembling.The girl's eyes suddenly burned on him again, having digested the flicker for a moment, and replaced it with burning anger.

"Who else could it be because of? I already knew."

She glanced coldly at the shelves in front of Huan.

"What on earth are you doing out in the middle of the night? Buying pudding? How old are you, do you have enough to eat? What if Yu Ji catches you not coming home late at night, do you know the consequences?"

Huan stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to move his hands and feet.

Her anger came so suddenly and violently that he didn't know how to respond, and even forgot to run away.

"This guest..."

Hearing the sound of the quarrel, the night shift male clerk came out from behind the counter in a panic.The girl became even angrier, she gave the clerk a glance, pushed him back, and continued to shout at Huan.

"It's because you're so naive that MEZZO disbanded, right?Yes or no?Please speak? "

The bottle in Huan's hand fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled away.

"Your little Zhuang never blamed you, did he? He's the kind of person. You complain that he wakes you up too early, and he still says sorry. Have you ever thought about his mood? Oh, of course, I know , You didn't mean it either. You are dancing alone now, and you still make faces for others. Have you ever thought about what others think of you?"

"Guest, please don't do this..."

"You are obviously ignorant, but fans still say that you have a true temperament. What is a true temperament? When you are on the show, you yawn like no one else, and you say everything that should be said and should not be said. It is true temperament? You add to others all day long. Please don’t take it seriously, it’s true temperament? What’s the matter, why are you crying? There’s no MEZZO anymore, are you crying until now? "

She spoke faster and faster, and her voice became high-pitched.

"It's because of this that your sister refuses to come to you, right?!"

"Please calm down—"

The male clerk finally managed to grab her by the shoulders and pull her back a bit.

She was really angry, her chest heaved violently, and she couldn't calm down.The black butterfly hair ornament on his head was trembling frantically, and his face was completely dirty with tears.

"sorry,……"

Huan's face was full of crying, and he couldn't speak a whole sentence because of sobs.

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry?! Tell Zhuang Wu? After you tell him, he has to forgive you, right? No matter how hard it hurts him, if you say sorry, he won't be able to lose his temper with you again. right?"

"I……"

"But MEZZO" has already—"

"No, I, I'm sorry..."

The syllables could not be pronounced continuously.Everything is crowded in the orbital nasal cavity.

"You, are you also suffering? I know, you are suffering..."

Huan raised her hand tremblingly, her fingertips hovered imprecisely in the air, pointing to her earlobe.

"I know, you like...you like MEZZO very much, right...I-know you, this pair, earrings..."

The girl backed away, her heel slamming into the ground.

The blue and purple Austrian diamonds are cut with fine edges and corners, shining warm and lustrous under the light.

"sorry,--"

Huan was still crying, and he had to sniff his nose when he said two words.

"You, you are also a student, right? It's, it's late,... Is there someone with you... Go back, go home..."

The girl bit her lip, then bit the back of her hand.

Big tears fell on the dark red pansies, turning into black.

She staggered back, hit the shelf, knocked off a floor of candy, then covered her face, turned and fled.

Huan was left alone, a tall man who was very cumbersome to cry anywhere.

There was no one on the street, only the dim gray night before dawn, the oppressive tree shadows on both sides, and the electric poles leaning towards the center of the street.

Huan walked and cried, not knowing which direction her feet were facing.

After sobbing for a while, it turned into wailing, then became hoarse, and then turned back to low sobbing.

Can't be more wronged, can't be more uncomfortable.

Already crying loudly, but screaming more sharply in my heart.

Everywhere I went, the streets were empty.Before dawn, the road was deserted.

She loves MEZZO so much"—but she scolded me so bitterly.

It's because she likes us so much that she scolds me like that, right?

I always want Xiao Zhuang to praise me—why?

I don't know how many times, in the hotel room, in the sudden loneliness and fear, I will climb out of bed, touch his quilt, and stick to him, my hands and feet are cold.

He will wake up with a start and ask me, what's wrong, have a nightmare?

If I nod, he will stop blaming me.I wanted to cling to him, and he let me cling to him until my feet warmed up.It doesn't matter if I'm really having a nightmare or if I'm lying.

How many times have I felt that I have worked very hard, and there is nothing I can do about the shortcomings, and Xiao Zhuang will make up for me.Others say we are complementary, right?Xiao Zhuang is already much better than me, isn't he?

But with me, he's so terrified--if I'm walking and looking back and he's gone--then he must be somewhere behind, apologizing to something.

Would I not know?

Everyone knows.

When I was so angry that I had nowhere to go, he stood up for me and even attacked his father - because we agreed that he would stand in front of me and be angry for me.

That method is not smart at all.Horribly overexcited.

But he tried his best, didn't he?

What did I do?

All I could do was cry—cry like an idiot, and say to him—

Disband "MEZZO".

I didn't even thank him, I didn't even praise him...

So what if I like him?

It's because I'm so naive and stupid that everyone can't trust me, right?

It's because I'm so bad that I keep losing people I like—Mom, Li, and now—

It was dawn, and the tears were almost exhausted.

The clouds in the distant sky are scattered, and the world is cold.The rising sun stood on the top of the mountain, and a ray of light pierced through the haze weakly and firmly.

A tear-stained face, disheveled hair, and dirty front were engraved on the golden-white light.

The corners of his eyes were constantly drooping in an expression of impatience or displeasure.But now his eyes are swollen and red, and there is only sadness and grievance that cannot be resolved.

He is on the grassy slope by the small river, the grass is fresh and covered with morning dew.It was by this river that he had spent his days off with Sogo.Tian delivered the news of Li, and he was so happy that he was so happy that they both fell into the river while laughing and playing.After falling, he was still laughing loudly, choking on two sips of water and looking flustered; he bent his legs, pretending to be submerged in the water, but the shore was actually very shallow, and when he stood upright, the water just reached his chest.

Zhuangwu's frightened and bewildered expression, the relieved and relaxed expression after confirming his safety, smiling and saying "I've never messed around like this", and the expression of a little worried but unable to hide his joy, overlapped and flashed in front of him.

The morning light spreads on the water, forming undulating golden scales.

"...I don't want it," he hugged his legs with his hands and buried his face in his knees, "don't..."

It was so vague that I couldn't make a sentence, and I couldn't even understand it myself.

"Don't be afraid,—"

The familiar voice suddenly flashed in his mind, making Huan quiet down.

"Brother, don't be afraid."

The girl's voice was clear and clear, gently touching his soul.

"When I was very young, my father came home drunk and raised the wine bottle at us... At that time, it was my brother who stood up and blocked me and my mother with his body. My brother was very clumsy, but he was always protecting us. us."

"But," Huan murmured, "is that useful? Mom is still dead, and Li is still gone..."

"Yes, Mom is still dead, and I can't stay with my brother. But when Dad raised the bottle, my brother stood in our way. That's what we wanted."

The girl's fingertips were warm, stroking his fragile and moist heart.

"Brother, that's what we want."

Scattered pink and white cherry petals fell on the grass slope, let the wind blow, and took off again.

Huan rubbed his eyes, lifted his head from between his knees, and looked at his hands.

The fingers are thin and long, with obvious joints; the skin at the base of the fingers is thick and hard due to long-term dancing practice.

He watched as the fingers retracted, clenched into hollows—and then clenched violently, into solid fists.

The world was originally dark, only the path behind him was blessed by miracles, and it was sprinkled colorfully by the golden morning light.

It seems that I can vaguely hear Lu's voice, singing somewhere.

It wasn't just Lu's voice—it was their voice together, with his own—

when you hesitate

Let me give you the courage to feel—

Must go home.

Ring stood up.

He entered the entrance with his head down, and after taking off his shoes, he looked up and saw everyone gathered in the living room, looking at him with strange eyes.The companions should have just woken up, each wearing pajamas of different shapes.As if being greeted by someone, I just got up from the bed and ran to the living room to gather.

"...One came back."

Yamato's tone was unimaginably serious.

"Where are you strong?"

TBC