[Korean entertainment] beige

"Have you decided to do this? The president?"

"Brother, that's what I meant too." Interrupting An Quheng's unspoken words, Xin Mi, who was standing in the new apartment, looked at the furniture still covered with white cloth, and looked up at the corner of his mouth with a slight curvature.

But there is only the arc of laughter, without the emotion of half-smile.

An Quheng looked at Xinmi, who had been like this for the past few days since that decision, and sighed. At the same time, another person's expression appeared in his head, who always regarded Xinmi as the focus of his eyes. This time, when Xin Mi moved away, he sat there and watched quietly, without blinking.

All kinds of phenomena are extremely unusual.The president made Xinmi's team go to Europe and America as soon as this year's new album was over, and the relationship between Zhilong and Xinmi suddenly turned into a freezing point.

An Quheng looked at Xinmi who took away the white cloth and walked with his head slightly down, stroking the surface of the sofa with his fingers. Looking at it like this, for some reason, he could clearly feel that the cheeks had not returned to their original roundness. , only makes people feel that the deep edges and corners are sharp and cold.

Even though he didn't say a word, he could see the obvious changes in Simina in the past few days.

But this child, no, should be called a man. This man put away all the visible emotions, and just accepted it with such an attitude, and endured it abruptly.

What is it that bears?

"The only thing left is the living room. Auntie will come to clean it up later. If you're really tired, go to the bedroom to rest first." An Quheng explained here, looked at Xin Mi and nodded, then turned and left.

As soon as he left, he received a call from Quan Zhilong. An Quheng picked it up, thinking that you pretended to be so indifferent, but couldn't help calling, "Zhilong, what's the matter?"

"Some parts of the new album require Xin Mi to come to the company, brother, remember to bring him here." The hoarse male voice over there said politely, but it was only in a business-like tone.

"That's it, brother, I hang up."

An Quheng was a little dazed, used to hearing Quan Zhilong's sticky "glutinous rice glutinous rice", this was the first time he heard his name called Xinmi seriously, it was really indescribably alienated.

Tsk, what kind of thing is this? !

An Quheng stared at the phone, stuffed it into his pocket fiercely, turned around and was about to go back to Xinmi's place, but then he thought about making a phone call, but...

An Quheng narrowed his eyes, a matter that could be resolved with a single phone call, why did this kid Quan Zhilong ask him to tell him?

An Quheng couldn't help chuckling.

How childish, Zhilong.

It's exactly the same awkward way as elementary school students.

If you are really not there, why should you be afraid of a phone call?

That's not how real adults do it.

An Quheng admitted that Quan Zhilong is really a born king of the stage and also has a great personal charm, and he still has a little childishness in his bones, which can really make fans and outsiders confused.

But in fact, it made him treat people close to him, and sometimes the way he dealt with some things became very bad.

Because I always want the other party to accommodate him willfully, although I will make some concessions, it is to let myself get what I want, selfishness is fine.

To put it bluntly, it is your own feelings that are the most important. When you are in pain, you want the other party to know your pain. This pain must be known by the person who gave it and yourself.

An Quheng knew that he didn't like Quan Zhilong a little bit. There was no reason for this dislike. It was probably a natural incompatibility. Of course, it didn't affect it.

He can just take care of his artists, why think so much.Although his artist has become unpredictable now, no matter how you look at it, it is still more worry-free than the difficult captain.

However, it turned out later that Xinmi, whom he had described as being incomprehensible, had actually not necessarily given him much peace of mind.

Hearing the sound of An Quheng leaving, Xin Mi had already sat down on the sofa, and the white dust cloth that had just been torn off fell at his feet. Gently picking up the white cloth and throwing it aside, Xin Mi let out a long sigh of relief.

For a long time, he propped his chin with his hands, and sat there in a heavy state, as if he had thought a lot, but he didn't think about anything.

His pensive look is very good-looking, cat-like eye sockets are a bit deep, and now they are slightly drooping, and the lines at the corners of his eyes are elongated, giving him a sharp beauty.

During this period of time, every step he took was cautious and illusory, as if he would fall into a cliff if he lost his balance.This kind of trance, since some things were revealed to him and made him choose, has been continuously intensified in his heart.

The exhaustion in my heart is far more than that in my body. After making that decision and saying that sentence, even now, there are two voices in my mind constantly arguing.

【this is correct.The president is staring at him, for the current situation, there is no other choice but that. 】【No, you can obviously choose to confess. 】【Don't be ridiculous, so what if you spread it out?Two men holding hands and facing the eyes of the world to express their steadfastness?Did you think you were acting in a TV show? 】【That's not necessary...】【No, acting is useless, except to convince the president and the few reporters who have been eyeing it, you can only do so. ] Acting has always been serious.And this scene can only be real enough if one person is not aware of it.

No, it's already real under his direction, isn't it?

He and Quan Zhilong are no longer true lovers.

And this truth, at least let the president stabilize.

And those snooping bugs should stop.

After Xin Mi calmed down the out-of-control agitation in her heart, she raised her eyes again, the struggling pain in the red corners of her eyes was even more shocking.

That kind of forbearance and absolute cruelty.

Those two voices were still arguing in their minds, as if they were determined to come up with the most correct method, but which method was completely correct.

No one can give him an answer.

When the president warned him that reporters had noticed them, when he said the names of his father and father Quan with a sullen face, when he said over and over again, "You guys are wrong, there is still time to turn around, you know What should I do? Otherwise, I will take measures." In the words, he concluded that only he should bow his head in compromise.

Although it's a bit hypocritical, it's better to look at him with a cold and alienated attitude than to make the two people meet again as if they were separated and show a painful expression.

It's his own fault, and Simmi has been prepared for this since he made this decision.

That day by the Han River, Quan Zhilong's every expression has been replayed in his head in the past few days.Such a proud person, such a proud person, his lips were pale, and his eyes that were originally smiling and doting were full of pleading and fragility, but he was left like that by himself.

Shaking his head, Xinmi opened his eyes vigorously, only to feel that the dizziness in his head was getting stronger and stronger with the continuous and slow replay of the scene.

It's also getting louder in my head.

I'm so annoying.

Noisy.

anyway,

It's already been like this.

Xinmi fumbled for the phone in his pocket with his hands, brought it to his face, and pressed the screen. The moment the screen turned on, two big smiling faces were imprinted in Xinmi's eyes. There was a flash of emotion in the dark gray eyes. Xinmi nodded. Open the address book and press a number, wait for the connection over there, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Suddenly her heart started beating wildly, Xinmi hung up the phone and went to open the door...

An Quheng looked at Xin Mi suspiciously, and found something flickering in his eyes, and finally fell silent: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Nothing." Simmi replied.

An Quheng was stunned for a moment, and then repeated Quan Zhilong's words. Finally, he looked at Xinmi's face and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face like this?"

Xin Mi touched his forehead, then looked at An Quheng, narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Oh, brother, it seems to be a little hot."

An Quheng just looked at the person who was still talking lightly one second, and fell directly on him the next second.

He breathed heavily on his collarbone, and the skin of his forehead was also attached to his neck, scorching hot.

At the moment when Xinmi fell down, he actually struggled a little bit consciously, and then was dragged deeper by the boundless darkness, and became even more dizzy.

It's just that at that moment, there was still a little bit of tearing in the depths of my heart, like regret and disappointment, and I couldn't go back. Brother Zhilong, you told me through Brother Quheng's act of passing on a message. me?

When Jiang Dacheng came to the hospital and opened the ward, what he saw was Xinmi's hand sticking out the drip, which was exposed outside the quilt, and when he got closer, he saw the pale face lying under the quilt with pale lips, so cold. The color, Jiang Dacheng leaned closer and stretched out to explore, but found that the temperature was extremely hot.

Jiang Dacheng took the stool and sat down by the bed, looking down at his stubborn brother.The face lost the master's control when he was awake, and all the tiredness and fragility that had been hidden during this period were revealed. The dry lips were tightly pressed, and the flesh on both sides of the cheeks had disappeared.

This look fell on Jiang Dacheng's eyes, and there was only dense moisture and pain spreading in his heart.

Everything that happened during this period, even if he was not as clear as the person concerned, he seemed to be able to feel a little bit through Xinmi's embarrassed look at this time.

How could he not be able to clearly feel that this was the younger brother he had kept in his heart earlier than anyone else before his debut, and he watched him walk all the way.

Brother Zhilong is not the only brother.Brother Zhilong is not the only one who can see Simmi's growth.

The result of the previous dream was placed in front of him again, saying that he liked the rice that Brother Zhilong jumped off, it was so ominous.But the reality is more real and cruel than the dream, what happened, what happened to all this, and why it developed to this point.

Wrong, everything is wrong.

My brother, who is in such pain because of his feelings, I can't do anything to help him even though he is watching.

Jiang Dacheng, who had been able to restrain himself at first, suddenly collapsed when he heard Xin Mi whispering his name in a blur.

Why does it have to be Brother Zhilong?

It will be painful.

Wasn't that implied from the beginning?Why do you still have to plunge into it regardless.

Obviously.

It's been such a pain.

No?

Now there is no way to go on like this, and there is no way to turn back.

Whose fault is this kind of mutual injury?