【Taizhong】Possible night

BGM: Heart to do し (pianover)

There are more and more online petitions for the extension of SouKoKU activities, and letters are sent to the company like snowflakes.The company has already contacted the director to design the disbandment concert for us, Nakahara and I are busy with various activities, we hardly have time to go home, and all sleep is settled in the transportation.

Under such a schedule, Nakahara still took time to run to the music studio, even in the middle of the night, I don't even know if he had a good rest every day.It was already early morning when all the shooting of the magazine was over, and everyone was exhausted.The nanny car drove fast on the viaduct, and the warm light of the street lamps slid backwards.The assistant had already fallen asleep on the back of the chair, and Zhongya leaned against the car window to try to cheer up. It was still a long time before entering the city, and the road ahead seemed endless.

don't go.I said.You can go again tomorrow.

Will not catch up with the progress.He said.And, when the inspiration is gone, it’s gone.

In the end I went with him, and the car stopped in front of the music studio and dropped us off.Zhong Yuanzhong didn't make any comments on my following. He wanted to buy coffee again on the vending machine at the entrance of the studio. I stopped him, and I pressed the button for him to replace the coffee with milk.

The music studio is quiet, no one is composing at this point.Nakahara also took me through the echoing corridor, and swiped his card to turn on the lights. All kinds of musical instruments and equipment were in front of him. He pointed to the sofa without saying a word, indicating that I could lie there and wait for him. .

He didn't ask me what I was doing with me the whole time. I knew he didn't want to ask. Once I asked, it seemed that something he didn't want to mention would be revealed.I watched him tear open the milk carton, and didn't look for a cup, but took two sips directly.He had dark circles under his eyes, and his body looked extremely sleepy, but his spirit was full of energy, as if an invisible fire in his body was driving him to do this.He quickly started tuning the instrument, and I sat on the couch watching him.

I said, you can only stay here until two o'clock.

not enough.He said.I want to release the demo.

There will be activities tomorrow.I said.At most 02:30, you have to go back, you don't want fans to see you pass out on stage, right?

My body is not so bad.He looks at me.

He expected me to sleep, but I didn't, I just sat on the couch and watched him hustle, adjusting notes one by one until he was satisfied.I used to think that he couldn't create in an environment with people, but unexpectedly, my presence didn't seem to hinder him.I watched him smoke. He took out a long and thin cigarette from the cigarette case. Today he smoked Marlboro Mint. He sat on the piano bench with a computer and music score in front of him. He lifted his neck slightly and exhaled smoke rings. Come.

There is a saying that Marlboro is a sentence when it is taken apart. I said to him, man always remembers love because of romance only, which also represents the last cigarette before the end of love.

It's fake, it can only deceive the little girl, he looked at me and scoffed, how could there be so many complicated meanings?It was all compiled by the troublemakers themselves. Marlboro obviously came from the name of a British street.

Yes, it's fake, and it's generally used by experienced old men to lure ignorant girls into learning to smoke for the first time.I said with a smile.But people will always be willing to listen to romantic stories.

He finally finished the demo, it was already after 02:30 in the morning, and I sat next to him at [-]:[-], and he finished his fourth cigarette.I wonder if all artists are like this, so is Zhong, I am not, he is obsessed with music, and I am just a shell of wasting time, like I hardly ever come to a music studio, I don’t even know about overhead lights Where is the switch.When I'm on stage and I hear the cheers and screams off the stage, there's often nothing on my mind.Those young and bright girls with all kinds of moods entrusted their wishes to me on the stage. They longed to see everything they wanted in my eyes, but they didn't know that they were actually standing on the stage. When I was on the stage, because the lights above my head were too bright, I couldn't see everything off the stage at all.

No matter how wide I open my eyes, I can only see a piece of darkness in front of me where the light intersects. I can't see their faces, and the only thing I can see is the person standing next to me. In this carnival of wishes, yes On this scorching stage, the only fulcrum I can see.

When we left the studio, the assistant had already gone back, and Zhong also had a spare car in the underground parking lot of the studio.The distance between me and his home is very far, and he has to send me back first. It is rare for him to tell me to walk back by myself, maybe because it is too late now, and in a few hours, maybe the sky will be dawn .He pulled the car out of the garage and I opened the passenger door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened all the car windows, he held the steering wheel with one hand, and we were speeding through the pre-dawn city.Chuya was driving very fast, and the wind made my hair and his hair roar.He asked me where I live, I said the old place, I only have one residence, not like you.Although I don't know if he understands where I mean by the old place, he seems to understand.

He didn't speak, just drove in silence, and when he passed the viaduct again, he smoked another cigarette, and all the gray smoke floated on my face.

He stopped the car by the side of the viaduct, as if he didn't care about whether he would be reprimanded by the traffic police, although traffic police were rare at this point.I don’t smoke, in fact I rarely smoke. During my solo activities as an actor, I had a lot of love scenes. Kunikida ordered me to quit smoking, so I have already learned to use mints instead of tobacco.

He leaned on the railing of the viaduct, looking at the quiet buildings in the distance, the stars are always invisible here, the night enveloped the city, the roads and railings stretched infinitely, it was so quiet, it seemed that I was the only one left in the whole world with him.

He dropped me off at the door before dawn, and we had a meeting at four in the afternoon, and I don't know how long I can rest.I glanced at him before entering the apartment. He hadn't left yet. He looked in the front-view mirror and seemed to be in a trance.I walked back and he turned his head and asked if there was anything else.

I said: I was thinking, would you ask me to come to your house for a sit-down.

He just glanced at me and signaled me to shut up.It was rare, I thought he would be angry, but he didn't scold me as usual, maybe because of this strange night I spent with him, there was no argument, it seemed like a silent compromise with each other.He turned the car around quickly, it was getting late, and he had to go back to sleep.

Zhong Ye, good night.I told him.

The meet and greet went very smoothly. This meet and greet is purely fan welfare and relatively relaxed.Zhong Ye and I sang a few songs very casually, including even the abandoned songs that have not been released publicly and the covers that fans voted for. Zhong also sat on a stool and played the guitar, I don’t know When did he learn the guitar, he will never stop being demanding on himself.

The atmosphere was very good. We selected some questions to answer on the spot. In fact, everyone knows that the disbandment issue is the most concerned by fans. Even though it is not yet time to disband, many girls cried at the meeting.Nakahara Zhongya was a little flustered about this scene, he was almost frozen in place, I tried to comfort them, I said, me and Zhong also don't want SouKoKU to disband.

Can it be kept?The fan standing at the front asked me, and she looked at me with hopeful eyes.

Sorry, it's not something I can decide.I said softly.But I hope that SouKoKU left you with good memories.

In the lounge, we sorted out all the gifts and letters we received from fans.The food received will be disposed of by the staff. After all, there are lessons learned from artists being hurt. The company strictly stipulates that we cannot consume any food and drinks sent by fans.A few gifts will be selected to keep, and the ones that will always be taken away are letters.Zhong Ye and I sat on chairs and opened letters. The table was full of envelopes of various colors. The contents of the letters were similar.

Until I opened that one, it was an ordinary-looking letter, but there was no addressee on the envelope, which was very strange, because usually it was written to me, to Zhongya, or to us two people.The letter was not signed, and I couldn't tell whether it was really from a fan. In fact, the moment I touched it, I already had some bad premonitions. I turned my head to look at Zhongya. He was focusing on the letter and didn't notice me. .

I open it.

Not beyond my expectation, there are a few developed photos inside, which are the ones that I was secretly photographed and suppressed by Koyo Ozaki.They should have been completely destroyed along with the negatives, but somehow they reappeared.

No information, just these few photos, but what it means is self-explanatory.

I didn't speak, I put the envelope away.

Zhong also turned his head, maybe my expression was a bit strange, he asked me: What's wrong?

I smiled at him, I'm sure I looked ordinary: nothing.

TBC