The Idol Group and the Crown

February 27, Los Angeles, United States, at 4:30 in the morning.

Huo Jian has fallen asleep after taking the painkiller, lying halfway on his thigh, still relying on the sense of security transmitted by the touch of his limbs.

Pei Ruye was sitting on the bedside and still browsing stock price charts, and a message popped out.

[Long Ji]: POW36 is processed, AW21 is still coordinating with them.

[Longji]: Area F has just taken over and is not very familiar. It takes time to confirm.

[Pei Ruye]: A few months after I started, it's good.

They maintain business ties and are skilled in using passwords.

The return of the three sons of the Long family to the Xuanyu Group shocked the whole country and was well received.

The year after Chi Ji’s death has been uneven. There are no leaders in the entertainment industry. Everyone wants to regain the momentum and take the lead, but they are just rushing to grab some oil and water, and they cannot fill the gap in the window that has suddenly opened.

The dough powder in the gemstones is more unacceptable for this ending and situation. Even if A is finally seen to climb to the top, things are still as hearty as today.

Many people directly canceled their accounts, refused to face the reality of A's dissolution, and did not want to chase anyone.

However, anyone who has chased it sincerely can no longer suffer such pain.

To make a group fan, the picture is the harmony of the whole family, the blossoming of flowers, the missing corner is killing their love and expectations.

There are also many major stations that have not written off, but only temporarily suspended operations.

They always feel that the crown will reunite and Koike will appear again.

It will be alright, it must be like this, and you have to think about it anyway.

A is the most brilliant myth in the span of 3G to 4G era.

The youngest and most powerful lineup, profoundly accumulated every year, is the youngest men's team to win the OSC Crown Award.

The outstanding works are sung by the people, and the popularity of passers-by is so good that there is no generation gap, and even grandpa and grandma will squint their songs.

Now that the mountain collapses, no one can take advantage of it and have the glory comparable to A.

When depression-related conditions were revealed, Huo Jian's wilted look, Bo Qiu's pale sickness, and Jiang Jue, who was in a hurry and was too late to kneel in front of the tombstone, all related matters are constantly spreading public sentiment Push up.

The exploding public opinion once again pointed the finger at those joke people who humiliated and ridiculed Chi Ji, questioned whether they were unhappy to eat the **** buns, and asked them who would kill Chi Ji.

"Joke? This kind of joke is simply not fun!"

"If you are really a group fan, why do you want Ait Ji Ji to ask him to withdraw from A again? Is the knife heart-warming?"

"Fuck, I found another stupid person who still shows off to Chi Ji private letter every day. Are these people crazy?!"

Some people are vigorously refuting that they will not admit it until now.

"I blame me? He jumped on his own heart and said that if he made so much money as an idol, he deserves it!"

"There is no psychological quality at all... who asked him to enter this industry, which star did not get scolded, and he jumped without anyone else jumping. Who said it was his fault?"

"Come on, you guys with brain powder, open your eyes and see, the pink hair is dyed by yourself, and the high heels are worn by himself. Has anyone pointed a gun at him and did this? No? He is responsible for it. -"

Others gradually gave up the rebuttal and replaced their heads with black.

The company has announced the news of the death and the disbandment, like the last shot that awakened the bustling dream.

"No more chasing stars."

"A year later, I still haven't come out."

"Why have several people disappeared? Did they live well, wouldn't they have also happened?"

"Several other brothers must have psychological assistance when they encounter such a thing... Alas, leaving SPF's dog company, they are finally free."

"I'm not a fan, I don't chase my career, I don't nibble the CP, I just hope they can keep in touch with each other, don't be like strangers."

For a whole year, everyone only dared to confirm the situation of Huo Jian through Pei Ru.

Some of them know the pathogenesis of depression and PTSD, and some are worried even after reading the book, and even nightmare dreams have disappeared.

Everyone was burned by guilt and fear in the heart because of this change.

Whenever I think about the past, I will be stabbed and hurt.

Long Ji passed on several more documents.

According to the current situation, Xuanyu Group is in the stage of industrial transformation and upgrading, and should not have been in this muddy water.

Long Ji is just the third son of Long boss. It is impossible for the company to put tens of thousands of employees to drink the northwest wind and desperately try to destroy who.

The larger the capital, the more like a giant beast of nerves and flesh.

This is true of Long's, especially Han.

Pei Ru also glanced at the documents, and uttered voices to instruct the newly-changed younger generation how to find deeper flaws.

He never avoided Huo Jian talking to his old friends.

There are some things that Bladed would like to hear and know, and he can tell him at any time.

The work exchange lasted twenty minutes.

During the period, documents from different branches were sent one after another, and the pop-up window on the lower right side of the computer never stopped.

It was already dawning.

Huo Jian slept restlessly on the side of his leg.

The man covered his ears with his palms, and said softly, "It's too early to sleep for a while."

The young man opened his eyes, and his drowsiness had not faded from his eyes.

"Don't you sleep?"

"Well, when there is a video conference, you can wear soundproof headphones if you are sleepy."

Huo Jian instinctively rubbed his palm, still hiding his deep left hand in the bedding.

This animal-like behavior is always inexplicably intimate.

He actually liked it in his heart.

Another message popped up on the computer.

[Long Ji]: Blade edge... How is he doing recently?

[Pei Ruye]: After he recovered, he returned to China in May.

[Long Ji]: Xie Lianyun and Xiaobo will pick him up, you can make the blade adapt to the video in advance.

[Long Ji]: But the blade... may not be willing to see me, find opportunities later.

[Pei Ruye]: Well, do the most important thing first.

The other party paused for a long time.

Long Li used to chat with anyone who used to be a child, and he would not be too cautious when he touched the teacher and the elders.

He has now lost his identity as an entertainer and put on his watch tie cufflinks again, and his character has also unconsciously precipitated.

The existence of the combination A is a kind of cohesion and a kind of restraint.

Condensing the six of them to work together for goals and dreams, but also binding each of them, as if signing a permanent contract of this identity.

Fans are obsessed with the light and happiness they provide, just like believers, hoping that their gods will never leave the throne, hoping that this carnival will never stop.

But they are not gods, but living people.

In addition to work and glory, they have their own other life plans, and they cannot live on stage forever.

Long Ji is not used to being a businessman, and there are so many courses to learn every day.

But sometimes when you take a breath in the office, you feel that you have an untimely freedom.

The Long family has always given him rational support. Although he has been hoping to come back to participate in family affairs in the past few years, he has never demanded it.

As of today, there is no illegitimate fan, no endless signature photo, no longer like the goods to win the likes and love of strangers, life seems to suddenly relieve a lot of burden.

He shouldn’t think it’s a burden, but that’s the fact.

Long Jia looked at the unfinished data calculation and finally sent a message to Pei Ru.

[Long Ji]: Thank you for your care of the blade, because we did not do well enough.

[Pei Ruye]: You're welcome.

Huo Jian has not fully recovered. He knows a lot of things, but he doesn't touch them.

His injury is still not good.

According to the therapist's judgment, this is all old disease.

"Actually, according to his personality, going to a relatively peaceful and stable environment to engage in academic research or process design is a very good choice."

"He was abused for too long in adolescence. According to your description, you have been emotionally disengaged at the age of fifteen-meaning that as a child at that time, in order to survive, he must put All fear and pain are hidden in the heart, so when faced with their own difficulties, there will be a kind of indifference from ordinary people."

"But many injuries have always existed and have never been fully treated."

"The current state is at the stage when the emotional switch is destroyed, and the opening and closing are very unstable."

After hearing all the analysis, Pei Ru thanked the doctor as usual and took care of Huo Jian's rehabilitation training as usual.

Guide him to re-stretch the ligament, accompany him to jog along the ring road, or play several instruments, and gradually find back the sense of music and rhythm.

Huo Jian found that he did not really understand the teacher.

He knew that Pei Ru also had the same abilities as himself-but in the past it was all reflected in actuarial and overall planning.

Pei Ru also has many tags, the founder of the unicorn company, the current head of San Francisco Pei, the founder of Xv Global Dance Company, and an excellent dance teacher.

There is one more now.

Elegant and handsome sullen man playing the violin.

Little White Wolf was rarely curious. He sat next to him quietly watching him play the "Violin Concerto in E minor", and unconsciously shook his tail twice.

Pei Ru also glanced at him: "Amazed?"

"It's a breakthrough in cognition."

Huo Jian pointed to the piano: "How about singing a song?"

Pei Ru also glanced at the piano, and after a while he refused: "No."

Huo Jian was rarely rejected by his teacher, and he blinked to agree.

"Let's continue to practice." He suggested: "This time it takes ten minutes."

-2-

They have been doing separation exercises.

If two people stick together for 24 hours and eat and sleep like a conjoined baby, there is no possibility of returning to China.

However, last year, nearly half a year, this is how it came.

This sounds ridiculously warm.

Huo Jian lacks trust and security in this world, and will have symptoms of palpitations or angina pectoris too long after leaving Pei Ru.

He knows that this is more from the heart, and he can only desensitize a little bit.

The tattoo on his left palm allowed him to gradually fall asleep, but he could only rely on repeated attempts to break the link.

"Ten minutes, six hundred seconds."

Pei Ru also closed the door and looked at the young man sitting by the piano.

"Relax, don't think about anything."

The next second after the door closed, a smooth and smooth piano sound flowed out, and there were a few blurry humming.

Five hundred and eighty two seconds.

Pei Ruye stood still in the darkness outside the door, listening to the flow of the piano, and slowly adjusting his breath.

His deity, his lover fell from the top, now covered with scars, embarrassed and desperate.

He was sober and rational, and still unrealistically wanted to hide him too.

The harmonies of Midsummer Night's Dream jumped lightly, and there was a sense of shaking time and space.

Four hundred and twelve seconds.

Hide it.

No longer standing in the torrent, no longer standing in the most dazzling high place, was counted on by many people longing for fantasy.

He loved his destiny, but he was sad before the story.

Like the cold light of a blade of love, we must witness all the hardening and forging.

The sound of the piano gradually became turbulent, and three or four floral sounds went wrong.

Two hundred thirty-six seconds.

The rhythm was completely chaotic, eager to seem to just want it to end soon.

Two hundred and five seconds.

All sounds suddenly stopped.

One hundred and eighty-five seconds.

The door was suddenly opened, and Huo Jian quickly slammed into his arms in the next second, grasping the corner of his clothing and breathing in a hurry.

"I am here." Pei Ru also gently stroked his hair, slowly said: "...I have been."

"Blade, you will hide very well."

"No one will find your weaknesses. When they see you again, you will still be strong and calm and will not be caught by anything."

Huo Jian was almost free from the fear of being beaten and torn apart at the same time he heard his voice, and he still breathed out habitually.

"I... how long have I persisted?"

"Eleven minutes." Pei Ru also gave him a symbolic look: "Longer than we expected."

Huo Jian didn't even notice how hard he held the teacher's movements.

He has a contradictory and chaotic attraction at this moment.

It is still the appearance that can make countless people deeply bewitched.

The spine is still straight, and the eyebrows are sharp.

Fragile to the extreme, and tough enough to scatter the sword light.

"Eleven minutes." He nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I can hold on longer."

"I never thought that there would be such a day." Pei Ru also laughed and laughed at himself: "I want to teach you how to leave me."

Huo Jian's eyes are certain, and there is a helpless smile in his eyes.

"To be frank," he paused and took his hand back to the piano room: "In fact, you don't need to be frank, you are present in every treatment."

"Really." The man said slowly: "I know a lot of your secrets."

"Well, it's a rent."

Huo Jian sat down with him relatively, brewing again for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Teacher, I will blame myself when facing you."

Pei Ru also listened to him quietly.

"I'm emotionally closed now--even if I'm not closed, I probably don't have the ability to fall in love."

There are too many things to do, too many plans have not started.

"So when I can't respond to you, I feel guilty."

He looked up at Pei Ruye, speaking down calmly.

"Teacher, I have a crush on you for many years."

"I have a good memory. I still remember the past and the related days until now."

"Those oaths and likes are true."

"Even if I can't respond to you now, but those... are all true."

From the beginning to the end, you have only had this kind of emotion for you.

You are the most special person to me.

After listening, Pei Ru also got up and handed him a glass of warm water.

"How does it feel to say it?"

"much better."

Huo Jian took a sip and whispered: "I am like a frozen ice sculpture now, and I have no feelings at all."

"You can divide the different emotions in your heart into drawers," Pei Ruye laughed. "Allow some to open, some to close."

Huo Jian blinked at the glass and looked up at him again: "I think a lot of things are unfair to you."

Debts exist objectively, but they cannot be changed.

The man pulled the chair closer and put his palm on his chest.

"It will melt here and it will be fair."

"As for your personal debt, it will be gradually settled after you have the ability to repay." He made a fooling move with his hand: "Maybe I will also charge some interest."

Huo Jian blinked, inexplicably thinking it was a nasty piece.

As soon as March arrives, quarterly reports are in place, and Pei Ruye's work is gradually busy.

Huo Jian can already stay alone for half an hour, and meditation is very beneficial to treatment.

The psychiatrist did not expect that he would heal so quickly with all the cumulative trauma, and he specifically asked Pei Ru what other methods he used.

"I'm a businessman, what can I do."

The consequence of dominating multiple companies at home and abroad is that there is no concept of time difference for overtime and meetings, and the 24 hours of busy work can never be solved.

Foreigners do not like to invite guests to dinner to attract emotions. Pei Ru also used domestic entertainment to block domestic envelops. When he encountered a difficult partner, he directly said that he had broken his legs and was recuperating.

Assistant Zhang has been to the villa by the sea many times. While feeling happy for Huo Jian's appearance, he also feels that his boss has really made a living.

So many careers can also be forced to take care of multiple lines...... President Pei is awesome.

Outsiders look naturally bright and beautiful.

Pei Ru didn't wake up in the middle of the night to answer the emergency conference call. While putting on his coat and going out to talk, he also had to pay attention to a white wolf who was sleeping in the room.

The night in March was not cold, but other directors chattered and asked to urge too much, and there was still the urge to go back to sleep in the winter.

Pei Ru also opened the door halfway, and gave instructions as calmly as possible while confirming the movement inside.

However, the old man came to vent his emotions.

"Now the gang of descendants who are in charge of domestic affairs-Mr. Pei is not what I said, you really should come back to govern -"

"Is there anything left to solve?"

"Hey, it's not just those projects, Mr. Pei, you are young and promising, although foreign---

"Something, hang up first."

He cut off the conversation and returned to the bedroom in a roll.

In the dim night light, the quilt was shaking.

As soon as he put down his phone, Pei Ruye realized that something was wrong. When he reached over and lifted the quilt, he found that Huo blade was cold and sweaty on the side of the neck.

"Have a nightmare?"

Huo Jian nodded hastily, and embraced him before the man had sat firmly, almost putting himself into his arms.

"Teacher...Teacher, I dreamed that Ji Ji fell in front of me, a lot of blood..."

He dreamed that he witnessed Chi Ji falling from a high building, his limbs were cracking, and the blood of Datan was spreading out.

Zhang Wu was standing at the nearest place, still carrying his mother's collar, who was dying, and a large amount of blood was leaching from his abdomen.

Many others are wielding sickle-like blades, attacking his friend, his uncle Jiang, everything he cares about.

No one saved him.

A bat-like camera is suspended in the sky, and the flash is like dazzling countless eyes, shaking and flickering, peeping to judge.

The ground is collapsing, and a pungent green paint drips silently.

He is nothing at this moment.

Not an idol, no, not a high school student, nothing, no one can save, no one can retain.

"It's a dream. You wake up, I'm here."

"but--"

"Blade, this is Pei Ruye, I am here."

"They are all bleeding," Huo Jian suddenly returned to the desperate state at the age of fourteen or five, and no longer knew who was pinching the palm of his hand: "There is also green paint..."

Pei Ru also wanted to take him back to bed, but the man in his arms was embarrassed and hugged around his neck.

"Teacher, can you kiss me."

"Let's do that..." He just wanted to escape from this world at this moment, and put himself in the torrent of **, or in any pain and bliss.

The fingers of the bones were unbuttoning the neck buckle, and the hoarse voice had completely lost his mind.

"Teacher...I want to do..."

"Come on, kiss me, okay?"

Give me to you.

Give you all my body and soul.

As long as you can dispel all my fear and pain.

I only trust you.

I only trust you in this world.

So please, take me out of reality, even if you only escape one night in the **...

At this moment, the confused hormonal atmosphere spreads to the highest point, and the hotness touches the hotness again and again like confirmation.

More physical contact is the medicine to save him.

"Ho Blade."

Pei Ru also held him down, his voice sinking.

"be quiet."

"Listen here."

Huo Jian recovered from the panic in an instant, with a steady and powerful heartbeat on the ear.

Once and for all.

Once and for all.

He sat in his arms for a few seconds, and was finally pulled back to reality.

But it was not released.

"Huo Jian." Pei Ru also maintained a clamped posture, slowly lowering his head and opening.

"What did I tell you?"

Huo Jian's brain was buzzing at this moment, and he had a headache after a hangover. He repeated: "What?"

The sound of heartbeat becomes the only guide.

The man put his hand on his chest and said nothing.

The memories suddenly retraced again, back to the night they kissed in the dark.

A few hundred meters away, a worker was disassembling the scaffolding, knocking the hammer locally, and the sound was blown away by the night wind, which was not clear.

He was hugged tightly, just like tonight.

"Sorry...I still rely on you too much. 』

The hand was originally intended to be loosened, but was tightened more tightly.

"If you are willing to believe,"

The heartbeat is still steady and strong.

The sounds of the old times echoed in silence.

"Here...only you. 』

"...As long as it is there, I will always belong to you. 』

My heartbeat is an eternal oath to you.

The sound of my heart beats, it seems to never stop.

Huo Jian sat stark in his arms for a long time, and suddenly there was something melted and wrapped in his heart, just like the soul was once again released from the shackles.

He especially wanted to cry at this moment.

"You are too tired..." Pei Ru also bowed his head and kissed the corner of his eyes.

"You are too tired to love your lover yet."

"Pei Ruye."

"Ok."

"I'm really embarrassed." Huo Jian could hardly look up at him at this moment.

"An old illness, no self-care ability, no identity, no occupation, not even a high school diploma."

His voice was hoarse, but he was completely trusted, and he told him all his fears.

"From the age of fifteen, I have been constantly adding trouble to you to create problems."

"But why do you love me?"

Is it because of the crown?

Is it because of those awards?

Or is it because I used to be the idol loved by countless people?

The man wrapped him back in the quilt and patted the quilt to coax him to sleep.

"...Because you are Huo blade."

"The only, the best, Huo Blade."

The bedroom was quiet again.

When Huo Jian heard these words, warm blood was pouring into his heart again, and his whole body was slowly warming up.

He calmed down and lay in the man's arms for a few minutes.

The breath behind the ears is smooth and soothing, which is very reassuring.

"Teacher, are you asleep."

"I'm here."

"Am I just...especially ashamed."

Just a few minutes of awake, it was too late to withdraw those nonsense.

He quickly reacted to what he had said, but his face was shameless at the moment.

"Yeah." The man relaxed and finally yawned.

"It's embarrassing."

Huo Jian slept with an unprecedented sense of shame.

When he woke up the next day, he was still in a state of vengeance, to be precise, he remembered his own vengeance.

Just had a nightmare-as for it! !

Even if there is that kind of impulse-

What a shame! ! !

As soon as he moved, he found that there was no one beside the bed.

It's better not to see Pei Ruye all day long.

I had a nightmare and entangled it like an octopus and asked if I should do that kind of thing...

The door opened, and the man in the white suit came in.

The dress is neat and beautiful.

"Wake up? Change clothes and go out."

Huo Jian's face was hot, trying to keep the voice calm.

"Ok... where to go?"

"Go get engaged."