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After Xia Qing's operation was over, Xia Jun finally slackened his energy and passed out, his eyelids could not be closed and he slipped out a crack, as if he would wake up with a start when he followed.

The rain curtain in late autumn was torn apart, covering it with a thick layer of blackness, making day and night difficult to distinguish.

Xia Qing was sent into the observation room. After all, he was young and had a good foundation. He was able to breathe spontaneously as soon as he got off the operating table. The little finger of his left hand flicked slightly, revealing half of a fresh little daisy on his head.

Lobotomy may not leave sequelae... But Xia Qing's right hand holding the scalpel is completely useless.

Xing Likun stood outside the window and looked at this man, Xia Jun's heart-piercing roar was still ringing in his ears, Xia Qing was not dead, he couldn't let go of him, he wanted to hold on to this and wanted to be with Xia Jun for the rest of his life— —

Finally like a man.

Song Jin silently walked beside him, and the person who has always been reserved and low-key in public reached out his hand and held Erye Xing firmly.

The love between men is very straightforward, it burns violently and intensely, but it also lacks concern, especially at the level of children. When the other party is gone, it will be gone, and it will not leave you with even a thought.

Song Jin could hear Xia Jun's voice clearly when he was sitting in the corridor, his heart was like being scratched by a knife, and he could feel the pain. A person's life is only a few decades, and it is not easy to meet someone you love. It is even more difficult for people who love themselves to love themselves, and it is even more difficult to stay together after falling in love.

How lucky he and Xing Likun were, although they met a little later, they didn't go through too much hardship. Even Song Xiuzhi's test passed smoothly.

The two palms burned each other, and their fingertips rubbed together, branding each other's most familiar lines.

They stood for a while, and went back to the ward to see Xia Jun. Xia Jun had already woken up, and there was a policeman sitting beside the bed.The police are questioning.

Xia Jun looked numb, and finally said slowly, "...I see."

"This thing, please pass it on to the person involved. Although this incident has caused harm to you, the deceased is already dead, and life is still to be lived, so don't think about it anymore."

Xia Jun didn't reply, holding the piece of paper in his hand, Cheng Bin's father tore it out of the book, the edges and corners were rough and impatient, as if he was afraid that his heart would soften and hesitate, the handwriting was heavy, scratched in several places, and mixed with Typo, barely wrote two lines.

It was written to Xia Qing.

Song Jin called the police.The police sent him out, and asked Xing Likun in a low voice, "Did Xia Jun call the police?"

"It's not like that," Xing Likun shook his head, "Xia Qing was like that at the time, it's no wonder he thought about calling the police."

The cold light in the ward was reflected on the glass, and the sky outside became even darker, making it suffocating.

Xia Jun said, "Cheng Bin is dead."

"His father knew that he pushed me off the outdoor scene and that Xia Qing was also injured, so he tied him up at home and turned on the gas..."

"A family of three, all died."

Song Jin's face was full of astonishment, and even Xing Likun's expression was distorted. When he chased Xia Jun, he glanced at the door. Cheng Bin's father was silent and honest, and his mother was old and miserable. Only then can he ruthlessly kill his son who was once regarded as a treasure.

With three lives, in exchange for Xia Qing's relief, in exchange for Xia Jun's peace of mind.

Cheng Bin's father sealed the door with tape. He was suffocated and stiff for more than an hour before the neighbors smelled it and called the police. When they died, they were still struggling with staring eyes. The old couple guarded their precious son one on the left and the other on the right. Their backs were stooped, but their faces were very peaceful.

Xing Likun took the piece of paper out of Xia Jun's hand and interrupted intentionally, "Shall I push you to see Xia Qing?"

Xia Jun closed his eyes and said a word after a long time.

"No... I'm a little tired."

From autumn to winter, it seems that only through this uninterrupted heavy rain, the branches and branches of the trees are bald.

The ground was withered and yellow, and the whole city was silent.

Song Jin and Xing Likun stayed in the hospital for two days, during which time Xia Qing woke up, he was too empty to speak, his eyelids drooped and he chased people with his eyes, and he was panting violently.

He still remembered that he let go of his hand in the end, worried that he would break Xia Jun.

Xing Likun ignored it on purpose, peeled an apple slowly, sat on the sofa and chewed it, and was about to hang this bastard, and he was a fucking high-achieving student. He fed his heart to the dog, and let a little duck be tricked like this. He missed Xia Jun and took his own hand.

After the tragic death of three members of that family, Xia Jun was silent for a long time, and he didn't come to see Xia Qing, just sat there feeling bored...

The entire family of the Xia family drove over in a mighty manner, and filled half of the corridor with bouquets of flowers and baskets of fruit. Grandpa Xia cried in his arms for his grandson, and then cried in his arms for his great-grandson. He reprimanded a group of parents for being hard-hearted, and wanted to take the two children back.

The long-distance love race between the two of them, from secret to confession, from laissez-faire to blessing, took eight years.

Tubalu, who was poor and steadfast, defeated the cannon shuttle gun, and Xia Qingxia Jun, who was rebellious and unethical, finally overthrew the stubborn big family.

But this belated victory did not make Xia Jun feel too much joy.

His enthusiasm and patience ground into a wick, spiraling down to burn out, and it was useless to add oil now.

Xing Likun spent the last night with him, thinking that the sofa was too short to stretch his legs, so he threw off the quilt and got into Xia Jun's bed. The two of them were side by side, staring at the ceiling together...

When Xing Likun was a child, he was very stubborn, he had a lot of trouble during the day, and slept soundly at night. He was still wetting the bed at the age of five, and Xia Jun was a light sleeper. Occasionally when he woke up, he had to touch the mattress under his buttocks to see if it was wet. He howled at the top of his voice, waking up the whole family and adults to change his bedding.

In Xia Jun's words, half of that big bird of yours is thanks to your grandfather, otherwise it would have been ruined by whining.

Xing Likun broke the silence, "What about you and Xia Qing?"

"I don't know." Xia Jun's voice fluttered, "It's good if I can figure it out..."

Xing Likun didn't try to persuade him, Xia Jun has always had a big idea, if he could persuade him, he would have persuaded him to divide him as early as when Xia Qing was caring about the duckling.

Xia Jun turned over, "Go to sleep."

After the whole night passed, Xia Jun seemed to have lost his memory. The next morning Xing Li Kun opened his eyes and saw him sitting on the sofa eating bananas with his legs upside down, throwing the banana peels all over the floor.

"Fuck, the grandpa who lives in the hospital is constipated and has acne."

He also specially leaned in front of Xing Likun, showing off a red bump on his nose, Xing Likun held back for a long time, and asked, "...Are you okay?"

"I have something to do, hurry up and get my mask, shaving cream, toner, etc. I want to save myself." Xia Jun looked serious, and then stood up laughing and laughing, "Go early and come back early, let me see Xia Qing."

"..." Xing Likun stared at the man with a strange face and twisted away, bared his teeth, and cursed 'fuck'.

What the hell is Xia Jun doing?

But this person chatted tirelessly with Xia Qing in the observation room, and that was indeed the case, but Xia Jun never mentioned the suicide note that Cheng Bin's father left Xia Qing.

After spending the past few days in the hospital, the entertainment industry was in turmoil. Tianlin and Haicheng had a big reshuffle. One of the listed stocks fell green and the other went red. Haicheng has truly become the industry's No. [-] brother.

When 4fun was in the limelight, TD encountered Waterloo. The new member Zhou Run who hadn’t been warmed up was kicked out of the group Xuezang because of the audition scandal. In short order, Tianlin lost tens of millions. When it was time to re-record the song, a new problem appeared.

Lead singer Ren Ninglin lost his voice.

When Han Sheng heard the news and rushed to the recording studio, Ren Ninglin was sitting in a corner with a frustrated face.

Lost Liao Yayan, Zheng Yao lost to Huang Si, Zhou Run brought scandals in and out... TD has been hit repeatedly, if this album is yellow, 4fun will really replace them as the number one group.

But he really couldn't sing, and when he raised his voice a little, his vocal cords tightened up and down, slipping blindly like screws that were over the top.

Zhuo Qi had just had a fight with Zheng Yao, the corners of his mouth were red, his eyes were black and blue, and he couldn't see anyone for a short time.

When Han Sheng thought of Lin Yi's phone call, his scalp became numb, and he threw all the people out of the recording studio angrily, "How did the company set the rules? You all went against the sky! How dare you fight!"

The man didn't offer a word of consolation, turned around and scolded Ren Ninglin, "And you—what's the matter with you? I said that you are not allowed to eat spicy food during the return period, and protect your throat! Take my words as a deaf ear!"

Ren Ninglin opened his mouth, let out a hoarse voice, and fell silent again.

Zheng Yao rubbed the corner of his mouth and sneered, "If you can't, let's break up, brother Cheng, I'll fly solo."

Although he lost to Huang Si, the results of his single album are not bad, much better than the average solo singers. Now that TD is still popular, he may be able to win some more fans by flying solo.

"You—" Han Sheng just wanted to continue scolding, but when he saw Zheng Yao fumbling with his phone, his eyeballs trembled violently.

That photo is still in Zheng Yao's hands, pinching his seven inches all the time.

Zhuo Qi glanced at them puzzledly.

Han Sheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief, "You, the captain, suddenly fly solo, what do the fans think? Aren't you trying to recruit yourself?"

"It's also..." Zheng Yao frowned and looked at Ren Ninglin, "Then whoever has a problem can quit, and I don't mind the duo."

"I don't mind!" Zhuo Qi stood up and blocked Ren Ninglin behind his back, "Brother Sheng, postpone the album, Ren Ninglin's vocal cord nodules were found on both sides when he was singing, and he should have undergone surgery at that time , he dragged himself like this for the sake of TD."

Ren Ninglin looked up at Zhuo Qi, the circles of his eyes were red again, the child tried his best to hold back his tears with puffy face, thinking that crying was not enough for a man.

After so many years in the entertainment industry, from being a bullied trainee to a high-ranking first-line idol, all the way, in exchange for a group of fans who never give up on stage, and a good buddy who shares weal and woe when off stage... It's worth it.

Han Sheng seemed to have a headache, "Postponing the album will bring a lot of losses to the company. Wait for 4fun to gain a firm foothold, will you still be able to push it down?"

Zhuo Qi said, "But even if we release an album at this time, we are not sure that we can overthrow 4fun. The entertainment industry itself is an assembly line. No one can keep it fresh all the time. If it is not 4fun, there will be others. TD will encounter such a test sooner or later."

"Could you be taking advantage of Haicheng? I think you might as well join 4fun." Zheng Yao said angrily, "If it wasn't Jiang Qi and Liao Yayan who left, it was one of you—"

"Okay! Don't make any noise!" Han Sheng interrupted Zheng Yao, cutting the mess quickly, "Ren Ninglin's recording is cancelled, continue to use the last sound source, you and Zhuo Qi digest the part of Zhou Run, the album can't be delayed , Propaganda can’t be messed up.”

"It's really troublesome," Zheng Yao complained dissatisfiedly, "that dance has to be done again."

Zhuo Qi's face changed drastically, "Brother Sheng, where's Ren Ninglin's operation?!"

"Let's talk about it after the promotional period. Now it's over when the lead singer loses his voice and TD is over." Han Sheng comforted Ren Ninglin, "You just need to go on stage and lip-sync, and I will negotiate with the program team in private. As for other programs, we will temporarily postpone it." Lose."

Ren Ninglin pointed to his throat and looked very anxious, so he could only pull Zhuoqi's sleeve and let Zhuoqi help him say, "Brother Sheng, the doctor said when he was diagnosed last time that his bilateral vocal cord nodules are already very serious. Once acute edema and voice loss occur, immediate surgery is required, and if prolonged, it will cause irreversible vocal cord damage.”

Han Sheng was stunned for a moment, hesitant, and finally waved his hand impatiently, "Don't listen to their nonsense, the company has foreign medical resources, and we will arrange surgery later."

Zheng Yao had already lowered his head to divide the lyrics that Zhou Run was in charge of before, allocating all the C parts to himself. Han Sheng saw it, and couldn't help but tense his forehead.

The singing part is so concentrated, you are not afraid of being out of breath and suffocating yourself!

As a result, when he saw Zheng Yao's cell phone, he was startled, he didn't dare to speak out, he almost gritted his teeth and stared at the cell phone fiercely, but he didn't dare to act rashly, with Zheng Yao's carefulness, he definitely hid a backup secretly.

If this kid comes to a dead end and exposes that photo to the media, Lin Yi and Liao Yayan's fans will kill him!

Ren Ninglin lowered his head in a daze, the hair on his fingers was cold and stiff, and they were still clasped on the corner of Zhuo Qi's clothes, his knuckles were protruding white.

Han Sheng's attitude...is he planning to give up on him?

When the album is released and TD is stable, he will probably end up with Liao Yayan, be dismissed by the company for "rehabilitation", and a newcomer will come in.

Zhuo Qi quietly shook Ren Ninglin's shoulder, "Let's go."

"..." Ren Ninglin widened his eyes and pointed to the recording studio.

"I won't record it anymore. Since he likes to sing, let him finish it alone."

"Zhuo Qi! Come on at this juncture, don't play your temper with me!" Han Sheng tugged, but he didn't grab him. Zhuo Qi practiced dancing and developed a body of flexible muscles, which almost threw him somersault.

Ren Ninglin was dragged out, and kept looking back worriedly.

"Let's go," Zhuo Qi pointed, "This place... I've had enough."

When Zheng Yao plagiarized him, he chose to swallow his anger, not because of cowardice, but because of TD, to repay Han Sheng for his kindness, but now Han Sheng and Zheng Yao have trampled on Ren Ninglin's future and climbed up. Is Ninglin's TD still called TD?

Perhaps since Jiang Qi withdrew from the group, TD has never been complete.

Zhuo Qi took Ren Ninglin to get anti-inflammatory injections, and made an overseas phone call while buying food. Jiang Qi was sleeping there, and the phone rang for a long time before he answered. , you continue to sleep...well, my friend..."

After a while, Jiang Qi walked to the living room, and then let go of his voice, "I thought you had to hesitate for half a year."

"The last time you said that there is someone else behind TD, what exactly do you mean?"

Jiang Qi smiled, "Go find Song Jin from Haicheng, you will understand after you find him."