[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

Huan was taken aback.

He looked down at the entrance and at the shoe cabinet.Everyone's shoes are there, except Zhuang Wu's black ankle boots.

"...I don't know,...he didn't come back?"

Everyone's brows were furrowed.

"Didn't he go out with you?"

Huan's eyes widened, and his mouth was tongue-tied.

"...Hello. Manager, I'm sorry, are you still sleeping? I'm March."

In the silence, March answered the phone.

"Did you send Zhuang Wu back last night? You sent him to the door of the dormitory with the president, right? It was less than one o'clock? Got it. We didn't see him after we got up. It's okay, don't worry. Maybe It’s time to go shopping. Let’s get in touch again.”

"...he never came back."

The sound of the ring is muffled.

"At that time, I was still awake. He never came back."

"How could it be?" Lu's eyes were full of sorrow, "How could he go away alone... Mingming Huan said sorry to him..."

Nagi steering ring.

"Tamaki. What about you? Where have you been?"

Huan clenched his fists, lowered his head, and did not answer.

"Still didn't answer?"

Sanyue looked at Ichiori who called Zhuangwu again; Ichiori shook his head.

"I'll go out and look for it."

Huan turned his head and was about to rush out.

"Wait," Yamato called him, "at least charge your phone and bring it with you, we won't find you in the morning—"

Huan has already rushed out of the door in two or three steps.

He rushed to the gate of the courtyard and stopped, his eyes looking in the direction of the backlight.

Everyone ran out following him in a mess, and they all stopped behind him.

The person they were looking for was clearly there.In the blue and white coat, with his head down, he stood leaning against the courtyard wall of the neighbor's house, his figure was lonely and thin.

Tiredness visible to the naked eye, haggard at a glance.

Zhuangwu never looked in the direction of home.Maybe it's because the sunlight is coming from this direction, and the eyes that haven't slept all night can't bear the stinging pain anymore.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of seeing someone come out, so he couldn't leave anymore.

Iori silently took out his phone and pressed the redial button.

They watched as Sogo took his phone out of his pocket and looked down at the screen.The phone was vibrating in his palm, but he never answered it.

The purple pendant hanging between the fingers is the first batch of peripherals released by the group.The word IDOLiSH7 is engraved in metal, and his own mf logo hangs down at the end.

The vibration of the phone stopped, and he put it back in his pocket.

The sun had climbed a little higher, and he seemed to notice it too.

In full view, he turned around.With his back to home and the light, he raised his steps.

Step by step, heavy and hesitant, sometimes mixed with a half-step distance, stumbling.

At the end of the slaughter, the soldiers leave the battlefield alone.Blood was dripping from his feet, his strength was exhausted, and he was homeless.

When a hand grabbed his arm, he was still in a trance, tremblingly, raised his foot, and hadn't landed yet.

That hand grabbed him tightly, forcing him to turn around with painful force, and then—hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Huan, Jun..."

The body tensed all of a sudden, like a fish suddenly caught in a seine.

"There's no one else, Xiao Zhuang... There's no one else on the street."

Huan murmured, whispering in his ear.

Sougo's stiffness eased a little; Ring's arms tightened.

"Why... why did you come back?"

I won't ask him why he didn't return all night, why he left.

Those are already known.

It's all known.

Zhuang Wu was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

There was a deep-seated weakness in the voice that is common to tired, seriously ill people.

"Did you turn off your phone last night? Sister Li couldn't find you."

"Rea... Reasonable?"

Huan was stunned for a moment, thinking of the mobile phone that was left on the bed before going out in the middle of the night with a low battery.

"It should...it should be out of power..."

"Senior Jiutiao left her a message, saying that you were on the show with you yesterday, and you encountered something very sad. I hope that my sister will give you a call when it is convenient for me."

Zhuangwu seemed to adjust his unsmooth breathing, and also seemed to sigh lightly.

"She's abroad, with jet lag. After seeing the news, she didn't care about the time here, and called you many times. But you kept turning off the phone. She had to call me...fortunately, I'm awake. "

Zhuang Wu spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Huan. I always receive your calls..."

Ring shook his head vigorously.

"No, no. Don't apologize. If Xiao Zhuang hadn't been awake, no one would have answered Li's call."

Wrapping around his ears, he spoke like a raving.

"You came back to tell me this, didn't you? Came back for me - didn't you?"

Huan's voice trembled violently, as if the trembling made Zhuang Wu's body tremble at the same time.

Zhuang Wu trembled, but he never made a sound, his silence was more stubborn than usual.

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't talk, I know you're hurting, it's hurting, I know it. If it's hurting, you don't want to talk...then don't talk, don't talk. "

Tamaki put his hand on the back of Zhuang Wu's head, holding him stubbornly.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Zhuang, I know it's useless to be sorry, I said I'm sorry, maybe it made you feel more uncomfortable... But, I'm sorry...don't go...you like everyone very much, don't you? You don't want to go, you don't want to go "You don't want to go home, you don't want to listen to your father..."

The hug was too tight, making Zhuang Wu's breathing and heartbeat even more intense.

"You ran away from home to sing, right...you still want to sing, don't you? You want to be with us, right? Xiao Zhuang has no place to go after leaving here...here It's your home already, right?"

The nose is sour again.Huan endured it hard.

I thought that the tears that had been shed all night and were almost dry, unexpectedly revived in the spring so quickly.

"If there is no MEZZO", everyone will be sad, but Xiao Zhuang, you must be sadder than anyone else... I know you are sad, so stay here, stay here to recuperate... We will be with you together... ok? "

Sogo might be crying.

His hands clutched at his clothes.The suppressed voice, the trembling shoulders, and the unruly hair on the top of his head were all put into his arms, docile and fragile.

Huan tremblingly raised one hand and put it on the back of Zhuang Wu's head, making him hide even deeper.

If you are sad, just cry.

Xiao Zhuang said that after the age of 20, he would no longer cry in front of others.

I said, when you want to cry, I will cry for you.

But, just like you can't really get angry for me, I can't really cry for you either.

I am also very sad, very sad, at this time when you have decided to leave and finally come back.But you must be even more sad—otherwise, why would you want to leave here and everyone?

At least today, I'll hold back.I have decided, when you cry, I will not cry anymore.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to break my promise to you.

I don't want to be the one who cries for you anymore.

I want to be the one who can hold you when you cry——

"Xiao Zhuang."

Huan asked gently, repeatedly, and kept asking.

"Don't go, okay...promise me, okay?"

Zhuangwu nodded weakly, almost imperceptibly, against his chest.

TBC