Self-cultivation of professional idols

Ling Xiao finished the rehearsal, went back to the dormitory to take a shower, and under the suspicious eyes of his roommate, put on his clothes neatly.

"Ling Xiao, why are you going?"

Ling Xiao took out something from under the pillow, put it into his pocket quickly, without looking back: "Go to the practice room, don't leave the door open for me tonight."

"Oh." The roommate nodded, and when Ling Xiao closed the door, he suddenly realized: "Huh? Then why is he taking a shower when he goes to the practice room?"

Another roommate: "I'm a clean freak, why do you care so much?"

When going out, Ling Xiao deliberately took a long detour to prevent sister Zhan from taking pictures.

Most of the practice rooms were brightly lit, Ling Xiao entered an empty room, and gently locked the door from the inside.

Pale moonlight fell on the floor of the room, and the silhouette of a person was vaguely reflected in the mirror of the practice room.

Ling Xiao walked to the corner, leaned against the wall and curled up his body, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and logged into the Weibo account.

I didn't see the expected red dot, and the private message was empty.

Ling Xiao still didn't seem to give up, and repeatedly clicked on and quit several times before finally giving up.

Ling Xiao clicked on jdwr94kdi's homepage again, and turned to the end after a few flips.

The first Weibo was displayed four years ago.

Weibo content is a picture.

The sun shines through the window, and it seems to be shimmering with fine gold, and the dust floating in the light is also faintly visible. Outside the window, there is a piece of green onion that belongs to midsummer.

Accompanied by: sunshine

"Where have you been..." Ling Xiao murmured, gradually clenching the hand holding the phone.

Ling Xiao laughed at himself secretly in his heart, people are always like this, he used to avoid it, but now he misses it very much when he loses it.

Four years ago, Ling Xiao was still an unknown trainee. One day, he accidentally discovered that someone who looked like a garbage account followed him. At first, he didn't care much about it, but after that, he abandoned and changed accounts several times. This "garbled code" But he can always be found accurately.

At first, he thought that this person had ulterior motives, and even warned him very seriously in a private message:

"What do you want to do? Stop following me!"

But "garbled code" has nothing beyond the rules except for silently following him, liking his Weibo, and pouring out his admiration for him in private messages.

jdwr94kdi: "Brother, you have worked hard in training today, remember to take a good rest."

jdwr94kdi: "Brother, today I like you a little more than yesterday."

jdwr94kdi: "Brother, why don't you post on Weibo?"

For these innocuous greetings, Ling Xiao didn't reply him a word.

Since that incident happened two years ago, Ling Xiao no longer believes anything that any fans say.

Now, Ling Xiao quietly flipped through the private message for a long time, thought about it, and sent him a message:

who are you?When the game is over, let's meet up.

After sending these words, it seemed that Ling Xiao had exhausted all his strength.

He rubbed his eyebrows, clicked on his homepage again, and found the only video.

Ling Xiao pulled out the headphone cable from his pocket, and clicked on the video he had watched countless times.

At first, the camera shakes a bit, and it can be seen that it was recorded hastily with a mobile phone.Then the camera focused on the piano keys, and a pair of delicate white hands entered the camera.

"Hmm..." The owner of the hand seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just placed his hand lightly on the keys and pressed the first note.

Ling Xiao watched the hands move up and down the keys, gradually changing from the initial stagnation to smoothness.

Later, Ling Xiao wanted to find this song, but he couldn't find it on various music platforms.

The progress bar moved bit by bit, but the piano sound stopped abruptly.The video seems to be muted suddenly.

A few seconds later, a slightly hoarse juvenile voice said, "Happy New Year."

He paused, and with hesitation and hesitation, he called out his name: "Ling Xiao."

Video is over.

Ling Xiao still remembered that it was New Year's Eve.But he had already come to South Korea for training at that time, and there was no way to go home for the New Year.

When the companion mentioned to Ling Xiao very regretfully: "I can't go home for the New Year this year."

It dawned on Ling Xiao that tomorrow is the New Year.

He shrugged indifferently, anyway, it wasn't the first time he celebrated the New Year alone.

He watched his companions go out for dinner together in the practice room, and waved his hand to express that he did not want to go.

The practice room was suddenly empty, leaving him alone.

He took a picture in front of the mirror, with the phone blocking his face, and logged into the trumpet to post a Weibo:

It's another New Year's Eve alone, and there is no New Year's gift yet. [picture]

It just showed that the publication was successful, and a small red dot quickly appeared on the small envelope symbolizing "news".

"jdwr94kdi liked this Weibo."

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes, glanced at the news blankly, and then paid attention to other things.

When he suddenly woke up and clicked on jdwr94kdi's homepage, he saw the video he posted.

Ling Xiao couldn't tell what was going on in his heart for a while, he just felt that a gap had suddenly opened in his heart that had been closed for a long time, and an unknown emotion surged in.

He opened his mouth subconsciously: "What is this..."

A tear fell on the phone screen.

Ling Xiao began to realize that he was dreaming, because after the piano music ended, the angle of the camera gradually increased, and he could clearly see the man's thin collarbone.

The camera is still looking up, and a slender neck appears.

Ling Xiao's heartbeat began to speed up.

Chin, overly pale lips, bridge of nose, eyebrows...

Until he saw the man's complete appearance——

It turned out to be Guanlan.

Ling Xiao thought, this dream is so fake it can't be faked anymore.

He frowned, but the dream didn't end there.

In the dream, he raised his eyes, and although he still saw the practice room in front of him, it was quite different from before.

The area has shrunk by more than half, and the air is filled with the smell of damp, sweat and smoke intertwined, making it unbearable.

Someone coughed softly behind him.

He froze for a moment, and slowly turned around.

"Hold, I'm sorry, ahem, I'll go out if I disturb you."

At this time, Ling Xiao was like a bystander, looking at himself in the past with a withdrawn attitude, and immediately replied: "It's not noisy, it should be better if I go and open all the windows."

The boy was dressed in black, and sat against the wall at the back of the practice room, huddled into a small ball, buried his face in his knees, and muffled "Yes".

The young Ling Xiao looked at the boy in the mirror, and his tone seemed aggrieved: "This is not my cigarette."

The boy said softly, "I know."

Ling Xiao started dancing.

During this period, the boy quietly raised his face, revealing a pair of bright black eyes, staring intently at Ling Xiao's figure.

After Ling Xiao finished practicing, he grabbed a towel from the bar to wipe off his sweat, and looked down at the hair on the boy's head: "If you are afraid that those people will bully you again, don't worry, I have already warned them. "

The boy shook his head.

"Then why don't you go back to class? Is it okay if you don't attend class?"

The boy still shook his head: "I've already asked for leave."

"But it doesn't matter if you don't listen to those classes."

The boy said nothing more.

"Why are you always so quiet?" Ling Xiao grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up from the ground.

The boy stood up, and when Ling Xiao was about to see his face, Meng suddenly woke up.

Ling Xiao panted with his hands on his sides, the earphones were still plugged into his ears, the piano music was playing in a loop, and the morning sun quietly fell on the quiet practice room.

Ling Xiao suddenly remembered a sentence that he had read somewhere:

"If you suddenly dream about someone you haven't seen for a long time, it means he is forgetting you."

Is that so...

Before Ling Xiao had time to feel lost, he heard hurried footsteps outside the practice room.

"You said Ling Xiao didn't come back all night?"

"Yes, yes."

"But our group was the last one to leave, and all the lights were turned off!"

Guanlan searched one practice room after another, but Ling Xiao was never found, and his heart became more and more anxious.

In front of the door of a certain practice room, Guanlan stood on tiptoe, leaned on the small glass window of the door and looked around, but found no one, and was about to leave in disappointment, when the door suddenly opened from the inside.

He fell into the man's arms unexpectedly.

"Guanlan?"

Guanlan was startled, and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug him tightly: "Ling Xiao, where have you been?"

"I fell asleep in the practice room." Ling Xiao's tone was light, and Guan Lan didn't think much about it, but just hugged him and didn't let go, as if he had found some treasure after losing it.

"Guanlan, let go."

Guanlan lowered her head, sniffed lightly, and slowly let go of her hands and withdrew from his arms: "Next time you have to stay up late, remember to call me."

Ling Xiao let out a "hmm", and then realized something was wrong: "Crying?"

Guanlan sniffed again after hearing the words: "No, it's just that I didn't wear a coat...it was cold."

Ling Xiao didn't poke it, and took off his coat to help him put it on: "Then don't forget next time."

Ling Xiao's roommate who accompanied Guanlan to find Ling Xiao: Who am I?where am iWhy am I so out of place with this place?

The three of them went to the dressing room together to make the final preparations before the performance. On the way, they met a passionate station sister who shouted:

"Ling Xiao! You are the best! Today's performance will definitely go smoothly!"

"Guanlan! Be confident! Your new look is really good-looking! Your mother is going to see your performance! She asked me to speak for you! Don't let her down!"

Guanlan didn't expect to hear her own name, and looked back in surprise for a moment, she was a girl wrapped in many layers.

He smiled and waved to her.

Sister Zhan: "It's over! Rourou must be jealous of me to death! Her son hasn't even said hello to her!"

The other station sister approached him mysteriously: "Don't you think there has been any change in Guanlan?"

Station sister: "Ah? What?"

"He didn't wear a coat when he went to the practice room just now! But now..." She felt as if she had grasped the point, and she became more and more excited as she spoke, "Whose coat is that?"

"Yeah...the coat..."

The two looked at each other and said in unison:

"Xiao Lan is real!"

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, I have spoiled the vocal track of Guanlan's second round performance very cryptically... I don't know if there is a little angel who can guess it!