[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

Zhuang Wu didn't know when he stood up.When he woke up, he had already stood up with his fists clenched.

Without looking at him at all, his father took out the tablet from his brown leather bag and unlocked the screen silently.

Zhuang Wu closed his eyes in pain: he knew what would appear there.

"Open."

He opened his eyes obediently, and he saw a huge photo that filled the screen.

Huan Gao raised his fist, facing the face that was somewhat similar to him, but covered with the dust and oil of middle age—Huan's father's face.

Mr. Shimooka has been pushed aside, his face showing pain.Yamato was running over to stop Ring, grabbing his arm, but to no avail.Huan's eyes were filled with black fire, ferocious, devouring reason, and extremely hateful fire.

Although the show never aired, the cameras were on.

There is no doubt that the accident of that second, the ring of that second, has been recorded forever.

"...he is not like this now," Zhuang Wu said hoarsely, "he will never be like this again..."

"is it?"

Father simply said two words, and his eyes didn't even shift.

The eye-opening ring is still vividly reflected there, there is no sound, but the colors are vivid.What a well-preserved evidence, does it need any refutation?

"I hope you know Huanjun's life experience and the background of that show." Zhuang Wu's voice trembled, "Huanjun's father drank and left home, and his mother raised him and his younger sister. Later, when his mother passed away, he and his younger sister... "

"I know."

Father waved his hand, interrupting Sogo.

"The information is basic."

"If you know it, you should be able to understand that any media producer with a bit of conscience should not design such a program for minors like Mr. Huan..."

"I agree." The father said calmly, even smiling. "He's still a high school student. There's nothing unexpected about what he did. There's nothing wrong with being immature. But what about you? You have to deal with such an immature Is the child bound to bear the consequences of his immaturity endlessly? Do you have to help him deal with the aftermath?"

Zhuang Wu stood silently.

"You don't need me to say much, Sougo. You understand."

Yes.

Ben didn't need any explanation from his father, he already understood the rules of how this world works.

"You know him better than I do. You said he was never like this, maybe so. But everyone in the circle knows about this. Do you know who gave me this screenshot of the video?"

Probably someone from the TV station.

Probably, when negotiating the sponsorship of the titled program, he had already proposed it to the person in charge of his father's subsidiary company.

Thank you for your sponsorship, but something had to be said up front to let you know.A 17-year-old child in this group once had such a performance accident.We are not binding on the artist's actions, we just do our best to inform you of the risks.In case such an accident happens again during the sponsorship period, I hope you can understand that our TV station cannot bear the fault.

Yes, Strong Fifty knows that.Zhuang Wu even knew that if he was sitting in that position, he would wear a polite smile and weave a high-sounding rhetoric.

Father took the tablet back to his body and clicked on the browser button.

"I don't care what he really looks like. I only care what the world thinks of him... how it thinks of you."

Father clicked on a bookmark in favorites.

That's a fanpage made by fans for them.Zhuang Wu knew more or less.

The following pages contain content that is not suitable for minors.

Are you over 18?

Yes.

Zhuang Wu trembled, and the meaningful eyes of Kazuori on the breakfast table appeared in front of his eyes.

His father left him the last thin noodles.The several paintings that appeared on the screen were deliberately and quickly scrolled past.It was fast, and it was just enough to leave an instant impression on Zhuang Wu, burning painful scorching marks on his retina.

In the picture, his shirt is faded to the elbow, and the ring is bare to the waist.His cheeks were held carefully, as if a kiss would fall in the next second.The tone of the whole picture is gentle light blue, white and pink.It is compared with "Love Fragments", the color scheme of the single cover.

The web page stops at the blank space between pictures.

Father's fingers hang in midair; all atmosphere is still.

"I don't have to pull down any more."

Father put the tablet down on the coffee table and closed the cover.

"What I said just now is still for commercial interests. It can be said that as the president of FSC, I said it to the artists who received sponsorship. From here on, I want to say it to you myself."

Zhuang Wu lowered his head.

"I don't like this kind of thing. I don't want to see my son being written in a romance novel. With a high school student who is several years younger, has a vague background, and has no education."

"You are very clear," Zhuang Wu replied softly, "It is not what I hope for such a site to appear. Neither Mr. Huan nor I can take responsibility for such a thing."

"yes."

Father fumbled in his pocket, took out his cell phone, and placed it in front of Zhuang Wu.

A silent short video played quietly: inside, Huan lifted up the windbreaker, put his arms around his shoulders, wrapped him all the way, and disappeared into the elevator.

"Two weeks ago, it was on this TV station. People from my company were there. You can't be responsible for those sites. What about this video? Are you willing to be responsible?"

A round of white overhead lights reflected in the paper cups on the table, and the faint ripples on the water trembled.

"Do you remember what happened when you were in a boys' school in high school? Can you guarantee that he has no threats to you? No, even if you say you promise, what's the use? How do you know that he treats you, Don't you have any unreasonable thoughts?"

Zhuang Wu lowered his head and didn't make a sound for a long time.

How can you not remember?

Being drugged with a sports drink and waking up in an empty science classroom.Before the incident happened, the three seniors squatted beside them and argued in a low voice. One said that this was the young master of the Fengsaka family and it was better to stop. —They didn't know he was awake; until he raised the plastic instructional model with both hands and dropped it hard again.

Why do you have to bring up the past that has no meaning other than embarrassment and humiliation?

"Tell me, is that a big request?"

My father's tone was almost sincere.

"I'm not asking you to quit, I'm not asking you to disband. I'm not trying to destroy you. I just want you to unbond this kid. Is that too much to ask?"

Zhuang Wu's face was downcast, no expression could be seen.

Father waited for him for 2 minutes, always looking at him.

The silence piled up and became sharp and mournful.There was an unbearable atmosphere in the air, which spread little by little.

"I've said what I should say. I don't expect you to be obedient anymore. I just hope you are smarter and know what a mature social person should do."

Father stood up, his face still calm.

"Think about it. As soon as you make a decision, I'll know right away."

He took his hat and cane, and went to the door.

Zhuang Wu didn't say a word, didn't say goodbye, didn't ask to stay.With a faint sigh from the corner of his mouth, my father turned the latch he had turned on when he entered the house.

In the dark corridor, Youhuan stood outside.

Aisaka Zhuozhi was a little surprised, raised his head slightly, and saw Huan's face.He didn't say anything, didn't move, just stood in the doorway without a word, trembling pitifully and painfully.

Zhizhi patted Ring on the shoulder.

"Did you hear that?"

Huan didn't answer, still hanging his head.

"It's good to hear it. I hope you can be more sensible than the rumored you."

Huan gritted his teeth.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his joints made a terrifying sound.

"Can you let me pass?" Zhuangzhi said, with a smile on his face, apologetic and apologetic: "You are such a tall man, standing here, I can't pass. You just push me, I can't Can't take it."

There were several dry sounds in Huan's throat.

When the clenched fist was released, the white light from the room shot into the palm of the hand.He immediately tightened his grip again.Then the light disappeared into nothingness.

In the darkness, it was as if a boneless hand pulled out the hardest things from his back and spine, one by one.

A long minute passed without anyone speaking.It seemed that the nose and throat were blocked, and Huan's breathing was so laborious and difficult.At last, he finally raised his trembling feet.The body moved silently; he gave way.

"Thank you."

Father nodded to Huan.

Just as he was about to lift his foot to step out, Zhuang Wu's hand suddenly stretched out from behind and put it on his shoulder.

As soon as Aisaka Zhuangzhi turned around - Zhuangwu grabbed him by the collar, dragged him into the room, and threw his whole body against the wall.

"...It's enough for you to threaten me. You can threaten me in any way you want. But you can't look down on him."

Zhuang Wu's face was in a very close position, covered with thick black shadows, and his eyes were bottomlessly black.

"Like I said, he's not the type to hit people anymore. Can't you see how angry he is now—and how restrained he is?"

"—Xiao Zhuang, stop—stop..."

Zhuangwu was forced to let go.

The black shadow left: he was embraced by the encirclement and dragged back half a meter.

The father looked at his son in horror and coughed violently.Huan also had the same fear on his face, he held Zhuang Wu's arm tightly, for fear that if he let go, he would pounce on him again.

Zhuangzhi picked up the bag and cane that had fallen on the ground, before he could fully recover from his breathing, he turned around in a panic and went out.It wasn't until the sound of his footsteps disappeared that Kanan slowly let go of Sogo, walked over and closed the door.

Zhuang Wu's arm hangs down, motionless, standing alone on the spot.

The light and the silence, the bleached hair and the bloodless face made him pale.

"Mr. Huan. Do you still remember our agreement?"

He spoke mechanically.

"When you are angry, I will stand in front of you and raise my fist for you. And when I can't cry, you will cry for me."

Zhuang Wu raised his head, his purple pupils were dry and bloodshot.

"Right now. Huan, cry for me, okay?"

Before the words were finished, tears were already rolling down Huan's cheeks.

He hugged Zhuang Wu, his facial features wrinkled together in an ugly way, his nose and tears could not be clearly distinguished, and an indistinct sob was suppressed in his throat.

I wanted to cry loudly, but something was stuffed into my throat.

Like falling into a blizzard that covers the sky and the sky, the heart screams crazily face to face, but all voices are covered in the strong wind.

Zhuangwu let him hold him, his hands hanging by his sides all the time, like a dead puppet.

If a puppet could die, it would be as cold and stiff as he was.

No matter how hard Ren Huan hugged him, his bones ached, and he could only hide silently in Huan's arms.The world cannot see his expression.

Huan finally let go of him, and has been crying for an unknown amount of time.

He sniffed hard, looking down into Zhuang Wu's red eyes.

"Xiao Zhuang, let's do this."

Zhuang Wu didn't speak, but looked straight at him.

Like a dead puppet, with wooden eyes embedded in its sockets.

"Last time when I said I was going to disband and stop doing this job, Brother Long scolded me. He was right. It was because I said so casually that people didn't trust me.

"So next, what I say is not just casually.

"Like your dad said, MEZZO" disband.

"Because what he said is true.

"I like you. It's true."

From: Jiutiaotian

Good evening, Mr. Aisaka.

I want to try the recipe for the black currant raisin chiffon that you sent last time, and I hope you can tell me the name of the store when you are free.If you have takeaway contact information, please also let us know.

From: Jiutiaotian

Good morning.

Today is my day off, you can always reply me RC.

From: Jiutiaotian

Mr. Sogo Aisaka?

TBC