[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

Two days later, Ferente went to the UK to participate in an exchange meeting. Before leaving, he repeatedly told Zhengyu to remember to eat on time, which made Zhengyu feel very embarrassed. Am I a child? .

Coincidentally, during the few days when Ferente was away, Zhengyu encountered a bottleneck.

It is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words, whether it is skills or experience, or the understanding of various theories, you are already very proficient and thorough, but when you write, you always feel that something is missing.It seems that the most critical moment has been reached, and a mysterious ingredient is missing to catalyze it.

Success will naturally lead to a new level; failure will stagnate in place.

Zheng Yu felt as if he had fallen into a strange circle. The light was clearly ahead, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the exit.

Now Zhengyu misses Ferente who is far away in the UK like never before. It would be great if he could have a trustworthy person by his side who understands his style.

There are already piles of canvases at the feet, some of them were torn off and thrown away as soon as they were written, and some of them had been boiled for several days, but at the moment before they were about to put away their brushes, they suddenly felt dissatisfied and crushed

The mood was unprecedentedly irritated, and even a few beauties who called or came directly to the door were hastily dealt with, and the original soft hair was mercilessly torn into weeds by the owner; the sleeves were rolled up high, The pure white clothing is full of colorful colors; his favorite pastry is right at hand, but he has no appetite for it at all.

"Ahhhhh!" Roughly tearing off the countless pieces of canvas, Zhengyu was unable to rub it, and directly stepped on it to the bottom of his feet, "Really, what's wrong!"

Zheng Yu stood up suddenly, clutching the paintbrush almost nervously, walking around the room with bare feet, talking to herself constantly, "No, nothing is right, this is not what I want. "

Lifeless and soulless!It shouldn't be like this!

"Hmm!" Exhausted, he threw himself to the ground, and Zhengyu plunged face down into the long-haired carpet, tugging at it once and for all, and closed his eyes tiredly.

His temples throbbed with pain, and when he closed his eyes, it seemed as if countless fragmented pictures were flying past before his eyes, heading towards the endless darkness, but the light was still refusing to come.

"In the end, what's wrong?"

The empty studio is full of messy easels and canvases, the paint boxes and palettes are piled up randomly on the floor, and a person is curled up on the long-haired carpet not far away, with a thin body in an almost unpopular environment Against the backdrop, he looked extremely thin, and his jet-black hair was messily scattered between his cheeks and neck, making his skin even more unusually pale.

All the nerves in his body were mobilized, and even the stomach pain that he had recovered for a few days came to join in the fun. Zheng Yu couldn't help curling up his body even tighter, and frowned a little bit.

As soon as the pain hit, vision began to blur, fine cold sweat slowly oozes from the forehead, and the scene in front of him became chaotic. It seemed that something rushed out from the depths of memory, with black and gray tones, which were different from the surrounding colors. Slowly approach, then dissolve.

"Color, yes, color." As if suddenly realizing something, Zheng Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his black pupils suddenly brightened frighteningly, flashing with an almost excited expression.For a moment, as if even the intensifying stomach pain disappeared, he licked his dry lips and murmured, "Standard, blunt, not clear enough."

Zheng Yu has always been known for being good at controlling colors and layouts, but now he feels that there is something missing in his paintings, and there is a faint sense of rigidity and restraint.It seems that the subconscious has already grasped a certain skill, but it is vague, like a mischievous elf, constantly tempting/tempting oneself, but unwilling to come out maliciously.

The unprecedented sense of powerlessness almost drove Zhengyu, who has always been smooth sailing, mad. In an instant, it seemed that all the warmth had gone away from him, and the surroundings were icy cold; Keep saying give up in my ear.

Can't do it?

Is it really not working?

Can it stop here?

Can't!impossible!I am so eager to climb to the top and stand on it to overlook it!

As if in a daze, Zheng Yu couldn't stop repeating the words "vivid" and "bright", his gaze was dazed, wandering around in every corner of the studio, and finally landed on his own wrist.

The color of blood!

The beating of the pulse!

As if bewitched, the right hand moved a little bit to the left wrist, and the moment the fingertips felt the pulse beating below, Zhengyu's eyes lit up, and he repeated mechanically, "Vivid, vivid", the whole person seemed to be caught After controlling it, he touched the utility knife next to him little by little, and slowly held it in his palm.

Now Zhengyu looks like a completely lifeless puppet, and the actions he makes are chilling: holding the knife in his right hand, the pale white blade is shining with a chilling light, pressing down on the wrist of his left hand little by little !

At this moment, a mobile phone rang suddenly, which was particularly piercing in the empty studio.

Startled by the sound, Zhengyu woke up all of a sudden, his out-of-focus eyes regained clarity little by little, after seeing his posture clearly, he gasped suddenly, threw the knife away in a hurry, squatted on the ground and gulped Panting heavily, sweating coldly.

"What is wrong with me?"

It was as if he had just finished running a marathon with difficulty, and Zheng Yu was almost drenched in cold sweat, completely unable to lift up his strength, and felt a wave of dread in his heart.

He could no longer remember why he was like this, it was as if all the negative emotions he had experienced in his two lifetimes surged up together, and the fragile nerves that had been tortured for the past few days were simply vulnerable, and the darkness like a huge wave swept him away in an instant. submerged.

He grabbed the water next to him and gulped it down. His nearly parched throat was finally moistened, and his disordered mind returned to normal little by little. Together with his return, he also had a stomach that developed into cramps.

The cell phone is still ringing persistently, this is already the second time.

Forced himself to take a few deep breaths, Zhengyu pinched his limbs hard, covered his stomach with one hand, and slowly moved towards the table where the mobile phone was placed.

"Hello." As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhengyu was stunned. Is this his own voice?Dry, how could there be a slight trembling?

"Zhengyu?" Even the other party was very surprised, and couldn't even confirm the identity of the caller the first time he heard him speak.

His lips trembled a few times, and the annoyance he had suppressed with all his might surged up again.Unable to hold on any longer, Zhengyu slumped to the ground, holding his head in his hands.The phone slid down to his feet and spun around.

Who will tell me that I am Xu Zhengyu?

I didn't steal all this!

At this time, at this place, he suddenly very, very, very, very, very, very hoped that someone would come to comfort him, and he really, really, really wanted to find someone to talk to.But the moment he heard someone else's voice, he couldn't speak because he was not used to relying on it.

Longing for warmth, but afraid of approaching.

Are you used to paying, but you can't accept it?

"It's raining, it's raining!" There was a bang from the receiver, which seemed to be the sound of a mobile phone falling to the ground, and then no matter how much he yelled, there was no response. Ferranante's heart clenched violently, feeling an unprecedented fear Instantly came to my mind.

"Damn it!" Ferranant swears unprecedentedly, grabs his coat and rushes out.

As if desperately fighting for his life, Ferranante drove all the way, and all the red lights seemed to have lost their function and were ignored by him. A series of horns and shouts from drivers spread everywhere he went.

After slamming on the brakes, Ferranante jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop, rushed to the studio door in three steps at a time, and broke in.

"It's raining!"

A few seconds later, Ferranante, who had gradually adapted to the indoor light, felt that he would never forget this scene in his life:

In Europe where burly men walk everywhere, the slender frame unique to orientals makes Zhengyu, who is already thin, sometimes look fragile. At this moment, he is only wearing a thin white shirt and jeans, barefoot , hugging his knees and curled up in a corner, with his head deeply buried, his neck bones and spine protruding slightly, all the way down his shirt, his whole person was shrouded in deep depression and decadence.

A unique, dark aesthetic.

For a moment, Ferranant was at a loss.

Stepping forward, Ferranant slowly came to Zhengyu, bent down a little bit, and reached out to caress his back, "Zhengyu?"

The next moment Ferranant was stunned, it was raining, trembling?

That Zhengyu, who was always flamboyant, was trembling?

Unable to restrain the pity in his heart any longer, Ferlanant hugged him tightly in his arms and kept whispering in his ear, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

The last scene of the previous life was circling maliciously in my mind again and again: the car speeding out of control, the cliff approaching instantly, the sparks of the explosion, and, accompanied by the sound of bone shattering, the bone-crushing pain

who?Who is speaking?Can I have such a temperature?

Lifting his face that was drenched in cold sweat, Zheng Yu seemed to see a worried face in his blurred vision, his pale lips trembled for a long time, and finally he uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Phila, Nantes?"

Then there is endless darkness.