Then he can only be a group pet

［naver］All members of BTS showed up at the funeral home to see off the young producer Hwan (An Shihuan in Chinese), who died suddenly in the studio in the early morning of the 19th.Previously participated in the album production of BTS and TXT, and was also a preliminary member of BTS. Born in 1997.

When the news spread like wildfire on the Internet, An Shihuan was in the mourning room, listening to the pastor announce his death to the people present.

It's just that he is not in the coffin, or that he only has his body in the coffin, and his soul is floating in mid-air.

He has been trapped in this room for six days, and he even snuggled up next to his portrait full of flowers, watching the disbelieving relatives and friends coming, and a few of them stayed to watch for him.

He even accepted the fact that he was dead, but he still stayed where he was and couldn't get out.

It was not until the night of the seventh day, when he was about to be moved out of the memorial home, that "someone" came to pick him up.For An Shihuan who was trapped in the small room, going out from this place is undoubtedly better than being escorted away. He will definitely choose the former.

"Is there anything you regret?" The messenger of hell said the same thing countless times.

"I don't have any regrets... If I say regret, it should be that I regret staying up all night." An Shihuan has watched the marquee several times in the mourning room, and he is quite satisfied with his life, but if he does it again, he will really regret it. I won't stay up late, stay up late and die suddenly.

"If you do it again, what do you want to change?"

"I want to see if it would be a little different if I didn't give up at the beginning." An Shihuan gave up being a trainee because of family changes, and instead studied creation in the company. Before he died, he was a producer in the company. If you can reload the file...

"Well, then try it."

Before An Shihuan realized what was going on, his eyes were blinded by the sudden light in the dimness. When he opened his eyes again, the closed car door was already in front of him, and what he saw through the glass was a fast-moving car door. Street view of retreat.

"Arriving soon: the terminal station Gwangju Art Center." An Shihuan happened to be the bus broadcasting above his head, he was hooked by the voice and looked up: this old car, and the old street view... then look down: And this is obviously not a size 42 shoe...

Is he...

Before he could react, the driver suddenly stepped on the brakes and made an emergency stop, throwing An Shihuan, who was standing on one leg while pressing the back of his feet, away. If no one gave him a hand, his face might touch the ground A close encounter was made.

But he didn't fall to the ground as predicted, someone behind him grabbed his schoolbag strap and pulled him back.

"Thank you..." An Shihuan fell silent after saying thank you. He knew this person well. Isn't this the scout who brought him into the company as a trainee?Later, he was promoted to the director of the company.

So is he back to ten years ago?

The other party looked An Shihuan up and down. His hands were long, his feet were long, his head was small, and his eyes were peachy. If he brought him into the company...

An Shihuan turned his head to the other side, put his hands on the armrest next to the back door of the car, and leaned his head on it. He still can't digest the current situation, and he doesn't know how to face this brother: For An Shihuan, he An old acquaintance, but not the other way around.

The car stopped being so impatient after a sudden brake, and slowly drove to the terminal. An Shihuan jumped out of the car the moment the door opened, carrying his schoolbag, and disappeared into the crowd. I don't know him yet. The agent looked blank.

He has to think about whether to apply for this child, and he seems to be out of his mind.

An Shihuan took out his mobile phone at that time from his pocket, um...Samsung F490, the body is as thick as a brick, the screen is as small as booger, even the screen is a resistive screen, you need to stick your fingernails on the screen Swipe up and down.

An Shihuan pulled out the calendar with a sad face, and the date displayed on it was the end of summer in 2010, which happened to be the time when the school was on summer vacation.

He didn’t need to go to class during the summer vacation, but he remembered that he often had extracurricular classes and performances by the children’s art troupe, so he immediately checked the memo on his mobile phone. After matching the time, he found that all the activities of the day had been completed. He is now want to go home.

But... where is his family?

Xinjiao only moved in a month before he went to become a trainee, and then he went to be a trainee. Even if he went home, someone would pick him up. He only remembered the nearby landmarks and how many floors his house lived in, but which one? I really can't remember the door.

It's been a long time, and he hasn't lived at home for long, so he really can't go home.

Fortunately, he saw in a text message that someone reminded him that all classes were cancelled, otherwise he might miss classes besides not being able to find a home, and maybe he would be taught a lesson by his strict grandpa.

There are many small art stores near the Gwangju Art Center. The largest one is the art center itself. It is just now that the art exhibition is going on. An Shihuan can squat in the art center and wait for his family to call him, and then let the family lead him. go home.

An Shihuan wandered around the venue several times, and finally stopped in front of a picture.A place like an art gallery is indeed very easy to stimulate people's imagination, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

An Shihuan stared at the painting hanging on the wall, reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and pressed his thumb under the screen for a while, but the phone didn't respond...

I almost forgot that this phone was different from the ones he used before. There was no fingerprint recognition, let alone facial recognition. Fortunately, there was no password, otherwise the phone would not be usable.

He turned on the recorder, hummed a few little tunes into the microphone, and then pressed the button to end the recording in satisfaction.

The scout who saw An Shihuan in the car before also entered the art gallery, saw the child in the car standing in front of a picture from a distance, and then took out his mobile phone and said something into the microphone, but the distance It was too far away, and he didn't know what An Shihuan was doing.

In the car before, he could only see the approximate length of An Shihuan's limbs, but now he can only see the proportions of the child when he is far away.

Looking at his face, he should be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the proportions are already very good, but the shoulders are a bit narrow, as if they haven't grown out yet, but the tiger's mouth seems to have passed through the crotch.Looking at the standing posture again, the right heel seems to be attached to the palm of the left foot unconsciously.

He must have learned to dance, right?

It was a coincidence to see him once in the car, but if we met twice in a row, it should be God's will. If he didn't join the company, he would probably regret it. Even if he didn't pick up the child, other companies would send out invitations, even if Even if you haven't debuted, you will definitely be engaged in related work.

Unless he has a better choice, such as inheriting the family business or something.

"Hello..." One of the characteristics of a scout is that he can't shame, so he threw an olive branch as he walked: "Although our company is small, it is better for one person, and the trainees are also very friendly. Come and try How about a moment?"

No, there are not many trainees in total. The trainees who are now joining the company all knew each other before, and of course they are very friendly to each other.

He took a look in his pocket, but found that there was no business card in his pocket: who goes home from vacation and continues to work with a business card?It's over!It is estimated that the duck with its mouth is about to fly away, and there is no serious business card. Who would dare to believe him?

"I have a business card in my phone, do you want to..." Take a picture or I will add you as a friend.It is estimated that he is the only person in the world who has sent an invitation to an amateur in this way, and to be honest, he will not be surprised if the invitation comes to nothing this time.

An Shihuan looked at the slightly immature director ten years ago, politely took a picture of the director's phone, and then bowed slightly, with a serious look as if to say: I know, I will seriously consider it.

If An Shihuan didn't know the person in front of him, he would definitely run away: It's too unprofessional, it smells like he came from a wild way, and he's not professional at all. How can anyone come up to recruit someone without a business card?It's no wonder if you don't run.

It didn't take long before An Shihuan received a call from his family, which probably meant to tell him to go home quickly. He couldn't just say that he forgot where his home was, but he could only pretend to be in a low mood and say that he was not in a good mood and wanted to go home again. Stay outside for a while.

"Then I'm going to pick you up?"

An Shihuan agreed, and the family members offered to come pick him up. If he didn't agree, they might not be able to find their way home.

An Shihuan, who came home at night, was very silent, not only because he wanted to continue his bad mood today, but also because he didn’t know how to get along with his family members from ten years ago. The way he talks and does things now is different from before. The same, the family can see it at a glance.

An Shihuan went back to his room after eating, he needed a space where no one would disturb him to sort out what happened to him.

First he died, then he was reborn, and then he was selected by his scouts.

"If you didn't give up at the beginning, would it be a little different?" "Then try it." An Shihuan sat up from the bed and boldly deduced an unrealistic hypothesis: He really wants to try Don't give up on life anymore.

"Are there any worries recently?" An Shihuan's mother pushed the door softly and came in. She had already seen that something was wrong with An Shihuan, but she didn't know what her son was worrying about.

"Mom, I received a business card from the agency today." An Shihuan's implication couldn't be more obvious, he just wanted to go.

But whether to leave home and go to Seoul to pursue illusory things cannot depend on the child's wishful thinking, and the family needs to discuss it.

"I'll discuss it with your father, you go to bed early." After saying that, An Shihuan's mother left the room, leaving An Shihuan tossing and turning in the room alone.

But he's not worried about whether he can go to Seoul, or continue to digest the wonderful rebirth, he's just too bored.

People in 2020, how can you not watch Douyin before going to bed!Can he fall asleep without Douyin?