[Korean Entertainment] To my dear muse

Looking at the stage, she really felt distressed for the first time.

As an "Internet celebrity" who goes back and forth on Weibo and ins, since he returned to China to open his own studio, he has been secretly paying close attention to the various messages below.

Unsightly words, this is something Song Yin has never experienced.

So she couldn't even imagine how he survived.

Song Yin could only let out a sigh of relief, and waited restlessly for the end of the grand ceremony.

It was early morning when we got back to the hotel, but she wasn't tired yet.

Turning on the phone, dawdling for a long time.Song Yin still pulled that phone number out of the blacklist, dialed it and put it next to his ear.

"Hey?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously distorted, but it still made Song Yin's nose tingle for no reason.

"Ah, I'm Song Yin."

"I know." How could you not know?

"Let's meet up."

"..."

A few seconds passed, Song Yin bit her lip, waiting for a reply from the other side.

"Okay. I'm looking for you."

I hung up without telling him where I was.

Within a few minutes, Song Yinan sat peacefully on the sofa in the room and waited for Zhang Yixing.

After a long time, Song Yin couldn't help thinking about it.

You won't be hit by a car, will you?Not far away.Cough, the place where EXO is staying was blurted out by the youngest accidentally.

The speaker has no intention and the listener has the heart, so just write it down.

Just when Song Yin couldn't help but want to go online to see if there was any news about a car accident, the doorbell rang.

"Ding dong."

He hurried over and stopped behind the door.

He straightened his hair, calmed his breath, and opened the door.

The man behind the door came in, and he took Song Yin to the sofa with his slender and strong hands, and he didn't forget to close the door.

After the two sat down together, they didn't speak, but just sat there quietly.

Finally, when Song Yin dared to look at Zhang Yixing secretly from the corner of his eye, he was caught.

"What are you afraid of? You are optimistic."

Zhang Yixing still used a doting tone, but he couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

Both of them had a tacit understanding of not talking about text messages.

Song Yin was not timid after listening to Zhang Yixing's words.He looked up at the person in front of him.

Without the shining of the spotlight on the stage, the people in front of them finally showed a little tiredness.This is brought about by the day-to-day itinerary.

Song Yin couldn't understand why someone would hurt Zhang Yixing with malice.

Only then did I understand a little bit.

Instead of working hard, you criticize the other party's shortcomings.

Trying in vain to lower the other party's status so that the other party stands at the same height as oneself.

Just jealousy.

Originally, it was enough to take action to catch up with and surpass the opponent.

But people, they often can't do this.

Because jealousy is effortless.

Reality will give you the answer.

The two were silent for a long time, but in the end Song Yin hugged Zhang Yixing lightly, like a treasure

"LAY, are you tired?"

Not just physically, but mentally tired?

You who simply love music, are you tired of facing the so-called messy things in the outside world?

She is distressed.

With this emotion, she thought she might be a mother fan.

Zhang Yixing's body froze, but he quickly relaxed.

He put his hands around Song Yin's neck and rested his heavy head on her shoulder.

The hot air sprayed on Song Yin's neck, making it itchy.She couldn't help moving, but Zhang Yixing hugged her even tighter.

"Don't move." The voice was weaker than the voice on the stage, with deep tiredness.

Song Yin felt that Zhang Yixing was so poor that he might just be tired.

A deep voice rang in Song Yin's ear:

"Not me, text message."

"broker."

"wait for me."

"Ok?"

The words were broken, but Song Yin still understood.

She said "hmm" softly.

After hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhang Yixing finally couldn't bear it and fell into a deep sleep.

She still likes Zhang Yixing, very much.

What do you like about him?

do not know.

When she saw Zhang Yixing, she felt different from others.

Heart told her, this is like.

Perhaps, this is also love.

Who can tell?

Emotions...

The author has something to say: it's over.I plan to write short articles of 3 words like this in the future, which is in line with my [-]-minute popularity setting.

I still like Zhang Yixing the most, maybe he has become what I like.

Not to mention, my classmate asked me to praise her QQ business card.