[i7][45 Huanzhuang]

After breakfast, when we were washing dishes in the kitchen, Sanyue sneaked up next to Zhuang Wu and carefully asked:

"Are you fighting?"

"No."

Zhuangwu replied.

Ring's room was open.Yamato knocked on the door and walked in, seeing Huan sitting on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed in a daze.

"Are you fighting?"

"No."

Ring answered.

It's over, it's broken.

The night before they asked Huan to check on the situation, and the rest went downstairs to wait in the car, but they waited and waited, but no one came.Just as San Yue was about to go up, she saw the two of them, one after the other, coming out from the shadow of the back door.Silence wrapped them, enveloped the entire car, and made everyone speechless: until they returned to the dormitory, until they each fell asleep, until this morning.

Zhuangwu usually wakes up early to wash up, and Huan also doesn't sleep too much like recently.They were doing what they should do, but their eyes never met, and they didn't say a word to each other.

Yamato and Sanyue couldn't think about it, they walked to the entrance and looked at each other silently.Yizhi, Nagi and Lu had been waiting there for a long time.Everyone looked at each other and could only shake their heads helplessly.

After a flustered and hasty knock on the door, they let Fang in.

"Mr. Yamato..." She was completely confused, the corners of her eyes were red, "Early this morning, Mr. Huan asked me on RC how to disband MEZZO, and asked him what happened, but he didn't tell me... ...Mr. Sogo didn't answer my phone either...Last night, what happened? "

Everyone stared at her together.

"...I don't know." Yamato broke the short silence, "Or, I don't know more than you. It was like that when I got back to the nanny's car last night, and you saw it too. After returning, it was not too early, Seeing that they didn't intend to have a big fight, they went to sleep separately."

"I thought I could refresh my mood after sleeping..."

Nagi also lowered his shoulders.

"I suggest you ignore it and deal with it coldly for a few days. I don't know what they are arguing about, but Mr. Yotsuba is probably angry. Don't follow his words, it will be endless."

"Ichigo is right."

"But," Fang hesitated, "they will still be together for the recording later today..."

"I can only trust their professionalism." Yamato patted her on the shoulder, "They are much more mature than before. Besides, there are us."

There was still a twinkle in Fang's eyes, but he still nodded.

Sogo and Tamaki just came out of their respective rooms.

"Is everyone waiting for us? I'm so sorry."

Zhuang Wu's tone was very calm.

"Mr. Huan, I threw away that old towel for you, did you bring a new one?"

Huan tore off his backpack and took a look: "I have it."

"Where are the hairpins?"

"Bring it."

One question and one answer was like an ordinary morning, but there was an indescribable weird atmosphere in the tone of voice, not to mention their respective dark eye sockets and blood red eyes.

They walked out of the room at exactly the same time, and almost walked to the door together, but when there was still a little distance left, the two stopped at the same time.

An uncomfortable silence filled tens of centimeters between them.The two cannot advance and retreat at the same time.

"...I'll go down first."

Huan took a step first, put his feet into his sneakers, stepped on the heels as he walked, and opened the door with one hand.

The cold wind poured in, and Sogo lowered his eyes visibly.One hand pinched the wrist of the other: there were already a few red marks, which were there glaringly and freshly.

During the short break, Sogo walked backstage.

The end of the year is drawing near.This is IDOLiSH7's Christmas Eve special live at the Yokohama Coliseum.After tonight, it will be BlackorWhite's rehearsal, a 4-hour special variety show at the end of the year, and a compilation program recorded with seniors in the first month.The schedule is filled in 15-minute increments, which is somewhat of a good thing for them.It's easiest to pretend to be forgetful when you're busy.

Zhuang Wu walked through the dark corridor alone, and pushed open the door of Le Room.

The white light of the music room is always bright, and there are more spotlights in front of the makeup mirror.The sound insulation is not good, and the drumbeat on the stage can be heard clearly and distantly.On the monitor in the corner of the room, the screen divided into four is reflecting the situation on the live stage in real time from different angles.That is to allow those who temporarily go back to the fun house to take a breather can also keep abreast of the progress on stage, and return to the stage to stand by at the right time.

He can't stay here for too long, at most three songs.

Zhuang Wu sank into the makeup chair and exhaled deeply.

His companions all felt that he was thinking too much, but only he himself understood how easy it was for his mind to go blank.Especially recently.Looking to the past, for some reason, I always recalled the way Huan and I ran to the work place in a panic.It was a picture without any thought, only two people running desperately one after the other.

As for the future, there is nothing but pure blankness in front of us.

How to do it?

More than a week has passed, no matter at work or in the dormitory, whether sitting or standing, it seems that Huan's eyes from that night shot over, with tears dripping, but undeniably firm, burning on his heart .

It’s the second time that Huan asked Spinning how to disband MEZZO” on RC. Everyone panicked. Mr. Zhuangwu, what happened? No choking, but in the end I couldn’t hide my tears. Mr. Zhuang Wu, after the recording of the show that day, the sponsors came to you, right? Did they make any conditions for you? Is it for you or for Mr. Huan ?Tell me, okay, how can I help you? If I offend the other party, even if I have to go to the door with me to apologize, even if I need compensation... Please tell me, what happened?

I'm sorry, broker, it wasn't your fault, sorry.

If it's about me alone, I won't hide it anymore, I will tell you everything.

But how could I open my mouth and tell Mr. Huan... something that shouldn't have happened at all?

No, not his fault.It's not Mr. Huan's fault.

Sure enough, it was me, and I shouldn't be here from the beginning.

And now that it's over, what else can I do?

The Le House is still white and bright. In a space of more than ten square meters, except for the scattered clothes and makeup utensils, there is only one Zhuang Wu, curled up in a one-legged chair.Even if the room is not big, he still looks fragile and small, lonely and humble.

In this noisy blank space, there seemed to be a buzzing sound somewhere.

Zhuang Wu was startled, and then he heard Ding Dong Ding Dong singing the theme melody of King Pudding just released last month.

Looking again, it was Huan's bag on the sofa.

The bell rang persistently, and that persistence outlasted Sogo's hesitation.

Zhuangwu finally walked over and took out Huan's cell phone.On the unlocked screen, there is a long list of numbers that have not been saved and have not displayed the address of the caller.

He picked it up tentatively.

"Hello?"

"Brother?! Is that you, Brother Huan!?"

The girl's excited voice made Zhuangwu stand up straight.

"Sister Li? I'm sorry, I answered Huan-kun's call without permission. I'm Aisaka... Aisaka Sogo."

"Ah, yes... Sou Aisaka, sir. I'm Ri."

The girl sorted out her emotions a little bit, and her voice calmed down a little.

"I'm in the Le House now, Mr. Huan is on the other side of the stage. Please don't hang up, I'll go find him with my mobile phone."

"Thank you, thank you...I'm abroad now, and I ran out without telling Mr. Kujo. I'm afraid I only have a short time..."

"I understand. I will help you find him."

Zhuang Wu pushed open the door of the music room, kept talking on the phone by his ear, and walked towards the stage.

The corridors are getting darker, and the music is getting louder.The lights finally go out, as the stage is right in front of us; the track just cut; Zhuang Wu gets close enough to the actor's entrance just in time to see Ring trotting up the steps, the spotlight following him.He waved his hands in the direction of the audience, a wreath of mistletoe was placed on his head; under his feet were a pair of maroon boots that were not so obtrusive only at Christmas, and his calves were slender.

Can't get any closer.Cell phones can interfere with the audio.

It couldn't be any closer.The music will completely overwhelm the voice coming from the phone.

Zhuango stood still, raised his head, and looked at the ring along the light-colored road, until it reached the center of the stage.He bathed in thousands of gazes, leading the rhythm with both hands.

In a few seconds, everyone in the audience raised their hands and beat the time for him.

The music flows soothingly.A female voice called Huan's name hysterically.

Looking from Sougo's direction, a sly smile appeared on the side of Tamaki.

It was when he was most confident.There was no anger, panic, fear, or grief.The pain is well hidden by him, only the best smile is reflected in Zhuangwu's eyes, presumably also being captured in close-up, reflected in the six large suspended screens surrounding the theater.

One of his shoulders suddenly sank, and he looped back with one hand beautifully.

There was a burst of screaming; followed by a continuous wave of shouting heat.

Zhuang Wu's eyes suddenly blurred, and a dank, blinding white light bloomed.

"Sister Li..."

Sogo opened his mouth softly.

"Yes, I'm here. Mr. Sogo."

"UTV has a live broadcast, turn on the TV and watch him, please? Mr. Huan is dancing. For you, he is dancing."

Li was silent for a few seconds, and replied softly.

"Sorry, I can't watch TV right now..."

"Do you know? Mr. Huan said it. When standing on the stage, I always feel that you are looking at him. Every time I dance, I hope you can see him."

"Ok, I know……"

Li's voice trembled a little.

Maybe the drums and cheers flowed into the microphone, and she also saw the white light.

"But I can't now... So, Mr. Aisaka, please watch him for me. Watch him for me..."

When Tamaki walked down the aisle, he saw Sogo head-on.He stood blankly in the dark passageway, maintaining the posture of talking on his mobile phone.

When the detection light swept over, Huan saw the pudding hanging from the phone and the crystal water mark on Zhuang Wu's face at the same time.

This is the darkest place closest to the light, and above the head are intertwined wires and iron frames.

Ring's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the wreath secured with hairpins was crooked. The moment he saw Sogo, he was visibly confused and cramped.

"Xiao Zhuang...are you crying?"

Zhuang Wu didn't answer, only tears streaming down quietly.

"...for me?"

Zhuang Wu slowly lowered the hand that was stuck by his ear.

"Ri called you."

Huan quickly picked up the phone.

"Already hung up."

An obvious look of disappointment appeared on Huan's face.He turned on the screen again, then opened the call history, and called back the unknown number.

Then there was no suspense, and there was no answer for a long time.

Ring lowered his head and stared at the call log for a few seconds until the phone went dark again.

"……thanks."

He didn't look at Zhuang Wu with his eyes, but his voice did.

Tears welled up in Zhuang Wu's eyes again.

"You...you have become such a good person, why can't others see it?"

Huan stood silently on the spot, raised his hand in Zhuangwu's direction, and put it down again.

"Xiao Zhuang...you must be praising me."

"Ah."

"Others can't see it, Xiao Zhuang, have you seen it?"

"Uh-huh……"

Sogo nodded vigorously.All the strings of tears were broken.

"That's good."

Ring laughed awkwardly.

This smile, together with the warm and fiery light coming from behind the ring, completely tore Sogo's heart to pieces.

TBC