Self-cultivation of professional idols

When all the trainees in the recording room were gone, the two staff took the two bags away one after the other.

"Huh? Why is there a letter on the ground?" She picked it up and looked at the cover, and put it in her bag without thinking too much.

In the peripheral vision of Guanlan, Ling Xiao seemed to be a little restless, his eyes were half-downcast, and he was worried about all the sounds around him.

"Why don't you go back first?" Guanlan said suddenly.

Ling Xiao waved his hand, and managed to raise his spirits: "Together."

The others only thought that he was in a bad mood because of his ranking drop, and gave him a buddy-like comforting hug, which made Ling Xiao look puzzled.

When I returned to the dormitory, the sky was completely dark, and a few not very bright stars were dotted in it, lonely and a little lonely.

There is a very beautifully packaged small gift box on everyone's bed. Ling Xiao didn't even change his clothes. He just opened each letter and it looked like most of them just glanced at the beginning and then the end before throwing it away. one side.

Among the crowd of dog crawling characters and foreign languages ​​that I can't understand, the word "Ling Xiao" with delicate handwriting is particularly outstanding.

The protruding Adam's apple rolled without a trace, his fingertips sweated a little, and wet the edge of the letter paper. Ling Xiao read the contents of the letter line by line, from the honorific words at the beginning to the inscription "Guanlan" at the end. Attach a date.

Very standard format, very official content.

Ling Xiao's whole temperament suddenly sank, and his brows seemed to be glued together.

Maybe it was because the staff was afraid of peeping.He silently explained to Guanlan in his heart.

He laid the letter carefully on top of all the letters; there were a few left in the box, but he had lost interest.

As if in order to complete the task, Ling Xiao opened and read all the other letters until the last letter was left in the box.

Ink streaks peeking through the back of the paper, the letter seemed longer than the others.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and gently opened the neatly folded letter.

The string of English inscriptions at the end rushed straight into his eyes, and at that moment, the hand holding the letter paper trembled uncontrollably.

At that time, Guanlan was in another dormitory, and was hugged tightly by the children in the third performance team.

The child had a runny nose and tears, and cried over and over again the words "Brother Guanlan, you must make a debut". Guanlan patted him on the back both funny and distressed, just like coaxing a child: "Okay!" , I promise you."

At this moment, the child's roommate suddenly pushed the door open and came in, muttering "that's too weird", causing two people in the dormitory to look at him at the same time.

"what happened?"

The trainee sat down on the bed carelessly: "Oh, you don't know yet, after Ling Xiao read the letter, his whole body was not quite right."

Guanlan's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Whenever I meet someone, I hold up a letter and ask if it was written by you. It's just crazy." As he said, he was still possessed by a playful person, and he picked up a piece of paper and put it in front of Guanlan, imitating Ling Xiao's With a serious look on his face: "Did you write this?"

"Do you know the contents of the letter?" Guanlan's cool voice suddenly sounded in the dormitory.

The roommate rolled his eyes, as if thinking about it: "I just took a quick glance at that time, and I just remembered that the person wrote a lot..."

The heart seemed to have suddenly fallen into a bottomless pit, sinking and sinking again and again, Guanlan barely avoided the hand extended by the man, and all expressions were erased in an instant, leaving only silence.

"Well, I'm going back to the dormitory." Guanlan tried his best to control his emotions, but the moment he turned around, all the pretense collapsed.

The question of why Ling Xiao saw this letter is no longer important, what is more important now is...

Ling Xiao's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Did you write this letter?"

The footsteps stopped suddenly, Guanlan glanced back hastily, and immediately felt relieved.

It turned out that he was talking to someone else.

With a restless heart, Guanlan hurriedly left those voices behind, and gradually slowed down after running far away, wandering aimlessly in the dark corridors alone, and saw a room The practice room opened and walked in.

The moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, and a piano was placed in the corner, casting a shadow on the floor.

"Who are you looking for?" a trainee asked.

Ling Xiao sighed dejectedly, his lower lip had already been bitten with shallow tooth marks, and said softly, "I'll look for it again."

"I'm going to select songs in a while, and you've found them all over the place."

"Then let me be alone." The trainee saw that he was about to cry, and didn't say anything more.

"Then you remember to come back later."

Under the fingertips, he was playing the music indiscriminately, but his brain allowed himself to be empty, and the memories that were pressed in his heart flooded up one by one.

Ling Xiao threw him a piece of candy, muttered, "How old are you?", and then said sternly, "I'm going to participate in the selection competition during the summer vacation."

He peeled off the candy wrapper, put the fruit candy into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Trial?"

Ling Xiao let out a casual "hmm", walked over and sat on his desk, raised his legs and dangled in front of his eyes, "There are 10 trainees in the same period, and the company will select 5 of them..."

"Hey! Chu Xie, why are you pushing me!" Ling Xiao pretended to be angry and yelled.

"Don't sit on my desk." As he spoke, Chu Xie swept the table without saving him any face.

Ling Xiao clicked his tongue softly, and in a way that Chu Xie didn't expect, he grabbed his shoulders and forced to occupy half of his seat.

"Will you come to the scene to support me?" Ling Xiao's smile was as bright as ever.

He staggered the eyes that met Ling Xiao, and the half of his shoulder that was close to him seemed to be hot: "I will try my best."

"What do you mean by 'I'll try my best'? What's the relationship between us? Others don't have to come, but you can't." Ling Xiao justly refuted it back.

What is our relationship?

Chu Xie couldn't help looking up at the past.

At this time, it was the big class break, and most of them gathered in twos and threes to make a noise, and any intimate behavior between young people seemed extremely normal.Ling Xiao looked around, and took advantage of a stall to quickly kiss the corner of his mouth.

this relationship.Ling Xiao raised his lips and looked at him with a smile, his brows and eyes were full of complacency.

Chu Xie touched the corner of his mouth in astonishment, where the residual warmth of a boy seemed to remain.

And all this was clearly seen by Chu Mo who happened to pass by outside the window.

He stopped in his tracks, almost in a daze, looking at his cousin, who was always expressionless like a mute, being held by that man, carefully avoiding other people's eyes in the classroom with people coming and going , Returning a superficial kiss from the young man.

This has completely exceeded the level of joking among ordinary friends.

Resisting the tumbling nausea in his stomach, Chu Mo hurried back to his classroom. As soon as he closed his eyes, those pictures kept replaying in his mind.

He took out his phone from the desk, edited a message, and was about to click send, but after a moment of hesitation, he deleted it all.

There is no evidence yet, and no one will believe what he said alone.He grabbed the phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

In the sweltering summer, the final exams passed by with the sound of cicadas.

"The list is up." Ling Xiao walked to his table and stopped, chewing bubble gum in his mouth, "Aren't you going to see it?"

Chu Xie put the books one by one into the bag without raising his head: "No."

"Crack!" The bubble burst, and the residue stuck to Ling Xiao's lips: "That's right, you are always No.1 anyway."

Seeing that Chu Xie was about to leave after packing up his things, Ling Xiao was no longer poor, and went straight to the point: "Tomorrow afternoon is my first match, remember to come."

Tomorrow afternoon there will be a number of training camps.Chu Xie thought.

"understood."

This sentence fell into Ling Xiao's ears, basically equivalent to "I will come".

On the second day, Chu Xie skipped the class competition without saying hello, and mingled among a group of young girls with his bag on his back, looking particularly abrupt.

He suddenly found out that tickets are required to watch the game, and he was about to call Ling Xiao to inquire about it, when he happened to call.

"Are you there yet?"

"Ah."

"Come around to the back door, and I'll take you directly to the backstage."

Ling Xiao was standing by the back door, looking around with his mobile phone in his hand, and saw him coming from a distance, so he waved excitedly at him.

He had already changed into his performance costume, and after putting on makeup, he lost a little of his boyishness, but his vigor continued to increase instead, and he stood out from the group of trainees who were also well-dressed.

On the other hand, he was dressed in black as if he was going to a funeral for someone, and his indifferent eyes were buried in the crowd.

"Yo, this brother looks familiar to me, this is not the one you keep bringing to the practice room..." The trainee who was training with Ling Xiao wanted to reach Chu Xie's shoulder with a smile, but was slapped by Ling Xiao open.

The latter was annoyed, and suddenly "呿" said: "Your possessiveness is still so strong."

Ling Xiao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pointed out a seat for Chu Xie: "Here, the VIP seat is specially reserved for you."

During the whole performance, Chu Xie sat in the first row, the place closest to the stage except for the judges.

The young man is like a rough jade that has been honed by the years, and finally blooms his own light.

When I got home, my father sat on the sofa with his back straight. When he heard the door open, he frowned and looked at him, and said coldly, "Where have you been?"

Chu Xie lowered his eyes, and the word "number competition" was about to blurt out.

"You didn't go to the competition class today." This sentence is not an interrogative sentence.

Kankan retracted his words, and was thinking about how to make up a decent reason, but Chu's father couldn't help suppressing his anger for a long time: "You really let me down!"

The hand holding the strap of the schoolbag fell down, and Chu Xie stood where he was, with a low eyebrow and a look of being scolded.

"You just want to choose essays because you want to go your own way," Chu father said aggressively, "I should have sent you abroad in the first place, but now it's good, you haven't made much progress in your studies, but your temper has grown a lot."

Chu Mo hid in Chu Xie's room, listening to Chu's father being furious, and secretly laughed in his heart.

What would happen if he found out that his son was gay?

"What are you here for?"

Chu Xie squinted at Chu Mo who was dominating his chair, reached out and took a book from the bedside table and flipped through it casually.

His fingers touched the cool cell phone in his pocket. Anyway, he had found what he wanted, but it was almost... It would be more perfect if there were photos.

It was rare for Chu Mo not to hate him, but his eyes suddenly fell on his lips, and his expression suddenly became a little strange: "Did you fight?"

Chu Xie frowned, obviously not knowing.

Chu Mo pointed his finger at his lips kindly, and snorted coldly: "It's bleeding, you are so brave..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

He saw Chu Xie wiping the corner of his lips with his hand, and a bright red mark suddenly appeared on the back of his white, almost transparent hand. It was definitely not the color of blood, but rather...

lipstick.

Chu Mo's eyes returned to his face.

Chu Xie was stunned for a moment when he saw the red, and then suddenly realized that it was the lipstick that had faded when Ling Xiao kissed him backstage after the performance, so he covered the mark with his other hand to conceal it .

Chu Mo couldn't sit still any longer, and ran away in a hurry.

The sound of the piano came faintly from the depths of the darkness, which made Ling Xiao think it was his own illusion.

Following the gentle and soothing music, Ling Xiao stood at the door of the practice room, listening quietly, and after playing a complete short section, he suddenly raised his head, grabbed the doorknob, and wanted to break in .

The door was locked from the inside.

The sound of the piano in the practice room also suddenly stopped.

"Open the door! I know it's you!" Ling Xiao thumped the door hard, his knuckles were torn and bled, and he kicked again.

With one sound, the hearts of the people in the room ached.

The sound of banging on the door suddenly stopped.

Ling Xiao... He moved his lips and called his name silently.He approached a little worriedly, leaning his back against the door, listening to the movement outside the door.

Breathing hard with his forehead pressed against the door, Ling Xiao seemed to have been sucked out of his whole body, his legs suddenly went limp, and his knees slammed heavily on the cold ground.

"I've been waiting for your reply." Ling Xiao said suddenly, his slightly cold voice caused slight waves in the silent night.

After a long time, he spoke again, with a little imperceptible tenderness in his tone: "Thank you for your New Year's gift, I like it very much."

Guanlan, who was leaning against the door, was startled for a moment, and then realized that the piece she had accidentally played just now was played for Ling Xiao at that time.

After these words, Ling Xiao seemed to have opened up the conversation box. He knew that the people inside would never answer him, but he still asked stubbornly:

"You've been eliminated, haven't you?"

"Could you tell me who you are after the show?"

"I obviously changed my number, how did you find me?"

"Speak." This time Ling Xiao gently pushed the door with his palm, then changed his posture and sat on the ground with his back against the door.

"Those fans are all fake." Ling Xiao raised his head, as if trying to let the tears flow back again, "Only you..."

"That liar Chu Xie left the country without saying a word, only you..."

Guanlan squatted on the other side of the door, gently pressing his hand on the door, as if he could touch the person's body by doing so.

I am sorry.

"I was really in pain that day..." Ling Xiao stared at the round lamp above his head, lost in thought, "I was in so much pain that I was dying..."

Guanlan's heart seemed to be fried and burned in a raging fire.

Is it that day?

The day of the finals.

Just as Chu Xie was about to go out with his bag on his back, his parents, who were on a business trip, suddenly returned home with murderous expressions on their faces. Chu Mo followed behind the two of them, seemingly leisurely.

"Chu Xie, wait a minute." Chu's mother, who was always gentle, rarely showed a look of shock and anger on her face.

"You'd better explain," Father Chu slammed a stack of photos on his face, "what's going on here." Chu Xie could hear the ruthlessness in each of his lowered voices.

He picked up a photo, and his eyes quickly scanned the photo on the ground. All the protagonists, without exception, were him and Ling Xiao.He looked straight at Chu Mo who was hiding behind.

"There is nothing to explain." He pretended to be relaxed and completely angered Father Chu.

"Boom!"

Chu Xie was kicked on the knee by him, and his elbow hit the coffee table, a long gash was drawn on the inside of the arm, and a dark ink stain was stained on the carpet.

The young man curled up beside the sofa, his thin body trembling slightly, but Father Chu still jumped over the coffee table and kicked him hard a few times, he only had time to protect his head in desperation.

Chu Mo, who was watching a good show, was also stupid. He just wanted to make this cousin who had always made him unhappy, suffer a little bit, but if it goes on like this...

Father Chu grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the ground. His expression seemed that the young man was not his son at all, but his enemy: "Are you still doing that disgusting thing?"

Chu Mo winked at him desperately: Hurry up and be soft!

But Chu Xie acted as if he didn't see it, and even made an invisible smile: "It's still going on."

Fuck.Chu Mo was speechless.

Chu's mother, who was united with Chu's father, also realized that if he continued to fight, he might be killed. Following Chu Mo, he quickly pulled away the tall man who was not sober. The young man stood silently holding the sofa, almost fell to the ground But he still stood with his back straight, as if silently confronting them.

"Tomorrow...no, just today, just go abroad for me today, and come back after your illness is cured."

At the airport, Chu Xie stood silently in front of the security checkpoint with injuries all over his body, causing passers-by to stare sideways.

Suddenly he turned around and said to Chu Mo, who followed him all the way downcast: "There should be still time, you can go and see him for me."

"You fucking..." Chu Mo laughed back angrily, "You have made yourself like this for him, and you still want me to help you see him?"

"Didn't you say this?" The expression on Chu Xie's face was indistinguishable.

Chu Mo lowered his head again, and murmured after a while: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect..."

"Don't tell him."

These were the last words Chu Xie left before leaving.

Chu Mo went to the final scene of the trials according to his words, but he saw that Ling Xiao didn't even play in the end.

"...Unfortunately, trainee Ling Xiao withdrew from this trial due to injury."

"Ling Xiao, it's almost time to play, what are you still moaning about?"

Ling Xiao glanced at his phone almost every three seconds, and the anxiety on his face was self-evident, causing the trainees beside him to roll their eyes: "Your little boyfriend hasn't come yet?"

"He'll be here soon." Ling Xiao said, wondering why Chu Xie didn't reply to the message or answer the phone.

Ling Xiao waited for a long time in the backstage alone, until the staff couldn't stand it anymore: "I really can't wait any longer, you hurry up and change your clothes and put on makeup, what is it like to spend all this time here."

Just as Ling Xiao was about to get up and didn't wait any longer, the trainee who was older than him and also his competitor suddenly went and turned back, saying that he was coming back to get something.

"Do you think you are qualified to be an idol if you are dating before debut?"

Ling Xiao suddenly turned his head to look, only to see a faint smile on his lips.

He walked away quickly against the man's strange gaze, feeling a little hairy in his heart.

"Brother Ling Xiao, everything is ready."

Ling Xiao nodded his thanks. The assistant was recruited temporarily by the company. After a certain practice, the assistant came to him, lowered his head and blushed, and said, "Brother Ling Xiao, I am your fan."

Later, it developed to "Brother Ling Xiao, you have entered the management of the support club." Facing this cute little fan, Ling Xiao basically responded in reverse every time, sending her some snacks or little things that girls like.

A scream from the background startled everyone.

The trainees were the first to rush in.

"Fuck!!"

The blood on the ground had a great impact on them, and then their eyes turned to Ling Xiao, whose expression was almost distorted in pain, and some people's expressions became complicated.

Originally Ling Xiao's debut was a certainty, but now...

The company's senior management also followed closely. Seeing Ling Xiao who was covered in cold sweat, he first cursed, "Who did this?", and then put on another indifferent expression: "Can you still play?"

Ling Xiao closed his eyes in pain.

The man sighed, ordered someone to take Ling Xiao to the hospital, then turned around and left. Seeing this, the others also gradually left, and finally only the trainee was left here.

"Do you really think she is your fan?"

Ling Xiao looked back with a sleepy expression.

"She's my girlfriend."

The man happily admired Ling Xiao's suddenly cracked expression, and couldn't help laughing at the end.

As the footsteps gradually receded, his voice came clearly: "I will accept your debut spot."

Ling Xiao tactfully rejected the staff member who wanted to take him to the hospital, and stubbornly called and sent messages to Chu Xie.

-Where are you?

-Chu Xie, why aren't you here yet?

- My foot is injured, so I can't perform on stage, and... I can't make my debut.

- but it's not particularly serious, really.

- where the hell are youPlease take care of me.

- I'll go find you.

The rain came at a very bad time. Ling Xiao didn't bring an umbrella, so he dragged his injured leg and walked limping in the rain. The cars speeding by beside him splashed mud and water all over his body.

The rain soaked his shoes, and the fine wounds were painful, blood and rain mixed, and silently seeped into the muddy and uneven road that night.

In the end, Chu Mo forcibly took Ling Xiao to the hospital.

Ling Xiao recognized Chu Xie's cousin, opened his mouth and asked, "What about him?"

Chu Mo was straightforward: "Going abroad." He didn't say a word of other unnecessary words.

When Chu Mo learned what Ling Xiao had experienced, he cursed in his heart:

You two fucking idiots are a perfect match.

The author has something to say:

All memory kills are over.

In fact, the relationship line is very sweet, right?