[Entertainment circle] What's the use of laying fat eggs

Stepping on this familiar land again, Jiang Mingche had mixed feelings for a moment.

In his short life, after a sudden change, he tried to start a new chapter here, but he also hastily drew a rest here.

He didn't want to confine himself to the past, but when the plane landed slowly, and everything familiar and unfamiliar slowly appeared in front of his eyes, the Pandora's box deep in his memory suddenly opened, and the desperate memories that imprisoned him and tortured him once again disappeared. Reasonably eroded his soul.

He tried to expel all those negative emotions from his mind. When he was in charge of filming the American tour group, he almost subconsciously activated his own defense mechanism, covering up all the emotional fluctuations with a seemingly perfect smile on the corner of his lips. under.

His face looked terrible, pale and almost bloodless. When the camera was filming other content in Los Angeles, Park Zhixuan, who had been observing in secret, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned over with a concerned face.

"Xiao Che, is there something uncomfortable? Your face looks so pale."

Jiang Mingche shook his head, and tried to reassure him with a smile: "It's nothing, it should be a normal reaction to airsickness, just let me take it easy."

Pu Zhixuan was worried, and subconsciously grabbed his hand, only to realize that Jiang Mingche's palm was covered with cold sweat at some point.It was summer in Los Angeles at this time, and the temperature was very hot. At this moment, the palms of the hands were suddenly sweating, maybe it was not as simple as he said.

He frowned, and noticed the camera not far away, after all, he didn't ask anything, patted Jiang Mingche's hand, and sighed softly.

Jiang Mingche breathed a sigh of relief, the sudden loss of emotional control was something he never expected.

He looked down at himself, and in a trance, he seemed to be able to see an invisible sharp knife piercing through his body at a terrifying speed. There were dozens of knives, and all the beautiful fantasies he had hidden in his heart about the future, one knife after another. All of them were shattered with a single knife, and the white shirt was stained red until blackened by the deep red blood. He just fell down in the snow in such a state of embarrassment, his consciousness gradually lost, and finally turned to nothingness.

"Xiao Che should go! Why are you in a daze!"

Dangling his hands in front of his eyes, Jiang Mingche suddenly came back to his senses, and raised the corners of his lips to follow him.

Pu Zhixuan was really worried that he was alone, so he put his arms around the other's shoulders, not letting this kid out of his sight.

Jiang Mingche heaved a sigh of relief. After he adjusted, the haze in his heart seemed to have dissipated a little. He didn't say anything, and got into the car together with a smile.

The itinerary on the first day of the trip to the United States was very relaxed, but the real tension might be the kidnapping incident that the program crew specially arranged in the evening.

Jiang Mingche held the script in his hand, naturally he didn't panic at all, he was afraid that his brother would be scared, and even changed seats with Zheng Haoxi who was sitting in the car door, when he saw those tall black friends breaking in, he subconsciously He hugged his brother who was sitting next to him who was at a loss.

He knew that everything was prepared by the program team in advance, the purpose was just to give them a bad start, even though he got the script and was familiar with everything after that, when he saw these vicious "gangsters", his heart still couldn't help but tense Stretching up, it brought back some not very good memories deep in my heart.

He quickly adjusted, quietly held Zheng Haoxi's hand, and patted Zheng Haoxi comfortingly while the "gangsters" were not paying attention.

These people didn't carry guns, and they didn't have any weapons in their hands. Only this sturdy body looked quite deterrent.

Jiang Mingche pulled Zheng Haoxi into the room and sat down on the sofa according to the requirements of those "gangsters". He looked serious, but his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Fortunately, the group of "gangsters" didn't see the clue .

"It's nothing, don't worry, it's just a script."

After the group of "thugs" left, Jiang Mingche lowered his voice to comfort the members who were still in shock.

"It must be a conspiracy by the program team. If it is really trying to kidnap and blackmail, you must have a gun or a knife in your hand. If you don't have any weapons, go for robbery and kidnapping? I'm afraid that life is not long enough."

Boston, where the Berklee College of Music is located, is a famous cultural city with more than [-] universities, including Harvard University, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and other famous world-class universities. Boston is the education center of the United States, and its security is far superior to other universities City.

It's just that although the law and order is good, this is still the United States where guns are legal. Jiang Mingche has lived here for so many years, even if he has never experienced it, he has heard of many such bad incidents.

Even at the last moment of his life, he was forced to experience it and became the protagonist of the social news pages of major media.

Jiang Mingche covered the corners of his lips with a wry smile, and calmly analyzed with the members. As for how the subsequent film will be edited, this is something the program team should worry about. Now the first thing to do is to appease the members' emotions.

With his reassurance, the fear and uneasiness in the members' hearts was slightly relieved. Seeing this, Jiang Mingche continued to persuade him, thinking about the study tour that would start tomorrow morning:

"Don't think too much, it's better to rest early, and you have to get up early tomorrow morning."

The members calmed down a bit, and after recovering, they guessed something, and didn't want to think about it.

After washing and lying on the bed, Jiang Mingche closed his eyes, letting himself be swallowed up by boundless tiredness.

I don't know if it was because of setting foot on this strange land again, he had a dream, dreaming that he returned to his previous life, lost all the tender love that was attached to him now, as if all the camouflage had been torn off, revealing The desperate soul that has always cringed inside.

Apart from having few friends, Jiang Mingche's life in Berkeley is quite fulfilling.

Although there are many gilded students who come to the Berklee Conservatory of Music, it has to be admitted that this school does have excellent teachers and resources. Jiang Mingche finally realized his wish to study here, so how could he be willing to degenerate? , but also riveting enough energy to learn from it.

During this period, it is not that he has not heard some students discussing behind his back, but deep down in his heart he always thought that he wanted to strengthen his own strength and absorb more knowledge to enrich himself, so that it is possible for him to graduate even if he cannot log in again. On stage, you can also continue your beloved music career as a behind-the-scenes staff.

Back to the graduation ceremony that day again, Jiang Mingche was wearing a bachelor's uniform, standing with his classmates with a stiff face.

He has long been used to being alone, and when he returns to such a social situation again, he will only feel awkward and uncomfortable. Fortunately, the task of taking graduation photos was quick and didn't take too long.

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket while no one saw him.

He clicked on the familiar chat room, and the latest chat record was after he left the team.

Without any notice, a handwritten letter was uploaded on the official cafe without warning, announcing his retirement from the team and farewell to the entertainment industry.

Yesterday I was still excitedly discussing how the concert would be, planning a lot of beautiful pictures about the future, and the next day he, a cowardly deserter, announced his departure without saying goodbye. How could the members bear it when they were caught off guard.

There were questions, prayers, and blessings in the chat room, but Jiang Mingche couldn't muster up the courage to reply.

He pretended to be dead and didn't speak, and the members were also worried about whether his words would hurt him unintentionally, so they stopped talking too much. Gradually, the chat room became more and more silent.

As the popularity of BTS rises, there will inevitably be some extreme illegitimate fans who will try their best to get their contact information and harass them. I think they will change their mobile phone number and contact information soon.Even so, guessing that this group might not be his members anymore, Jiang Mingche was still reluctant to quit.

He clicked on one of the avatars and looked at it for a while, then heaved a long sigh, but he didn't say anything in the end. He wanted to exit the interface, but he didn't want to swipe his finger and send an emoji. There is no function of withdrawing messages on kkt, and Jiang Mingche didn't know what he was expecting. Just as he was about to turn off the phone, the notification sounded again. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at the chat interface.

"Headmaster Xiong Xiong who was waiting for Jiang to come home:!!! Is it Ming Che?!"

Jiang Mingche didn't know whether the person opposite was Jin Nanjun himself, and he didn't know how to reply, the next text message had already been sent.

"Waiting for Ginger to return home: I am your brother Nan Jun! How are you doing? Have you taken good care of yourself? I was afraid that you would be like us, so I didn't change my account and mobile phone. Everyone misses you very much... "

"Waiting for Ginger to come home, the bear principal: If you feel burdened, it doesn't matter if you don't reply. My brothers just want to talk. Although I didn't send you by your side, I still hope you know that you have never done anything wrong. We didn't hate you because of that matter, it must be very painful before making that decision? It's fine to leave this circle, you can enjoy your own life freely, but you must remember to take good care of yourself, you know?"

Jiang Mingche didn't know how to reply, so he wrote a long list of content, but finally deleted them one by one, turned into a sigh, and silently closed the page without saying anything.

After the graduation ceremony, Jiang Mingche took off his bachelor's uniform, packed up his things and prepared to go home.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and a strong uneasiness that he didn't know how to describe quickly invaded his heart. He didn't dare to go any further, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but he took only a few steps. The well-behaved and harmless little girl suddenly rushed to him, she seemed very excited, her eyes fixed on him, as if staring at the prey waiting to be executed, which made Jiang Mingche even more uneasy.

He subconsciously took a step back, and the man smiled and took a step closer.

"who are you?"

He pretended to be calm and asked like this, but the other party raised his lips and smiled, his tone was very gentle, but what he said made Jiang Mingche suddenly break out in cold sweat.

"I'm here to take out the trash."

"Jiang Mingche! You traitor! Go to hell!!"

Jiang Mingche suddenly opened his eyes, lowered his head to look at his body, there was no bloodstain, raised his head to look around, only to realize that everything just now was just a nightmare.

He breathed a sigh of relief, most of his drowsiness dissipated, and he simply lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The members are still resting at the moment, Jiang Mingche changed his clothes after washing, and just wanted to go to the kitchen to see if there were any extra ingredients. When I was able to make breakfast for the early risers, the door was suddenly pushed open, and three familiar black friends walked in.

"What's up! BTS!"

The study tour in the United States finally officially started at this moment.