[Korean Entertainment] Hello Mr. Wangzai

"...What do you mean by missing?" Lu Mengmeng frowned, as if her heart was going to her throat.

"Brother Canlie said in the afternoon that he was not feeling well and wanted to go back to the dormitory first, and the manager brother also agreed. But when we went back to the dormitory just now, there was no one in the dormitory, and now brother Canlie's phone has been unanswered. "Wu Shixun quickly explained the ins and outs of the matter clearly, with a little remorse and self-blame in his tone.

"It's all my fault. I knew that brother Canlie was in a bad mood these two days. I should accompany him back to the dormitory."

"Mengmeng, Brother Canlie was kidnapped by an illegitimate child or an anti, right?" Wu Shixun's voice trembled.

Lu Mengmeng moved her fingers holding the phone: "No, don't think too much about it. It's not your fault, don't take everything on yourself."

Lu Mengmeng thought for a while, then said softly: "How about this, I'll look for him where he might appear, and you guys stay in the dormitory obediently and don't go out to run around."

"we do not......"

"Shixun, listen to me." Lu Mengmeng interrupted him seriously, "If you don't see Canlie, you can already think of illegitimate students and antis, which means you also know that there are a lot of antis recently, and it's too risky for you to go out and look for them. At this juncture, if there are fewer things that can happen, there will be fewer things. I believe that the manager brother and other people in the company will help find it."

"..." Wu Shixun on the other end of the phone didn't speak, apparently not agreeing with Lu Mengmeng's thoughts.

Lu Mengmeng sighed: "Shixun, we have known each other for so long, did I make a big mistake when I made up my mind? Can you trust me this time too? I will definitely get Canlie back safely."

"...Okay." After a long silence, Wu Shixun finally said softly.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Mengmeng closed her eyes, recalled the whole process of what Wu Shixun had said, and finally locked the search target on the company.

They said they were not feeling well and went back to the dormitory first, and they did not see Park Canyeol in the practice after the afternoon, so everyone preconceived and ruled out the option of Park Canyeol staying in the company.

But Lu Mengmeng knew Park Canyeol too well.

Park Canyeol is not stupid, he knows what will happen if he wanders alone on the street at this time.

In comparison, an empty company practice room after midnight is safer.

After showing the special pass and explaining the situation to the guard, Lu Mengmeng successfully entered the SM company.

Walking slowly along a row of practice rooms with lights turned off, Lu Mengmeng's ears twitched slightly as she passed a study room with the door closed.

The practice room didn't turn on the lights, and the sound insulation effect was excellent after the door was closed. If Lu Mengmeng hadn't been listening carefully, she might not have noticed the abnormality in this practice room.

Lu Mengmeng put her right hand on the doorknob and gently opened the door.

In the practice room, there was only a little bit of light from the moonlight coming in from the window. With this faint light, Lu Mengmeng saw the very thin young man beating the drum set vigorously with a drum hammer in his hand.

The rhythm of his beating was chaotic, and the crackling sound made people frown.

Lu Mengmeng stood by the door without saying a word, quietly looking at the boy who was venting with a drum kit.

No matter how much you smile in front of people, you still have reached your limit, right?

I am not the person involved in those malicious comments on ins, and I feel blocked when I see them.So how should the person feel when they see it?

Perhaps the most painful thing in the world is the feeling that the person who once said to love you and support you all his life suddenly turns his words into the sharpest knife, stabbing into the softest corner of your heart.

Lu Mengmeng lowered her head, and the young man's high spirits when he talked about fans and the red eyes on the day of the incident kept appearing in front of him alternately, which made Lu Mengmeng's heart ache.

Even if you are so sad, you still have to smile, that is what I love the most.

Are you tired?My Chanyeol.

The boy finally stopped beating indiscriminately, threw the drum hammer in his hand, sat down on the ground and lay down on his back.

The dense drumbeats in the practice room all disappeared, and only the boy's heavy breathing remained in the suddenly quiet space.

Lu Mengmeng pursed her lips and took a step forward.

"Canlie?" A very soft voice suddenly sounded in the empty practice room.

Park Canyeol opened his eyes, and saw Lu Mengmeng standing beside him looking up at him from top to bottom.

He curled his lips and sat up, motioning for Lu Mengmeng to sit beside him with his chin.

Lu Mengmeng smiled, reached out and rubbed his sweaty head vigorously, and sat on his right side.

Neither of them opened their mouths to speak, and the whole practice room fell silent again for a while, with Park Canyeol's heavy panting in his ears, overshadowing the rustling of leaves outside the window in the wind.

During the long silence, Lu Mengmeng turned her head to look at Park Canyeol, whose legs were bent and her chin rested on her knees.

His eyes were fixedly looking in a certain direction, and the long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the eyelids, making the eyes even more empty.

In the dim light of the practice room, the lines of his side face were somewhat blurred, but the bridge of his nose was still straight, and his tightly pursed lips showed a strong sense of stubbornness and disappointment.

"Tired?" Lu Mengmeng smiled vaguely.

Park Canyeol turned to look at her when he heard this.The originally pursed lips were slowly separated, trembling slightly, the eyes were stretched wide, and a pair of bright pupils were immersed in the extremely shallow water, making it difficult to see clearly.

In the silence just now, he imagined a lot of opening remarks that Lu Mengmeng might say.

For example, "Don't be sad, everything will be fine."

For example, "Park Canyeol, didn't you say that you are a happiness virus, why are you so depressed now?"

For example, "No matter what, I'm still your number one fan."

But Canlie didn't expect that she just asked him softly, "Tired?"

But these two faint words exceeded the combined weight of all the words he imagined, and they weighed heavily on his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

Those grievances and exhaustion that were desperately suppressed and dared not show in front of teammates seemed to find an outlet at this moment, clamoring to spew out.

The corners of his lips twitched a few times, and suddenly he raised his eyebrows and began to speak.

"Are you anxious again after you haven't been able to contact me for a few days?"

Canlie turned her head back and placed it on her knees, burying her face lower than before.Lu Mengmeng could only see his raised eyebrows and his wide-open eyes.

"I'm fine. The manager brother was afraid that we would be in a bad mood, so he made an exception and allowed us to eat barbecue, um, and drank a little wine."

"Of course, it's brother Junmian's invitation."

The originally deep voice was muffled by the fabric of the trousers, but the tone was raised high, which was a little strange in the quiet night.

"Ah, don't worry about Bohyun. Although the fans are emotional, they are still rational. Shixun has been with him all the time. We are all fine."

He paused, smiled forcefully, nodded in confirmation, and rubbed his chin against his trousers to make a soft sound.

"We're all fine." He repeated softly.

Lu Mengmeng lowered her eyes, and the familiar yet unfamiliar subwoofer was still chattering.

Park Chanyeol is the person responsible for the reaction of the team.He is always very energetic, with a focused expression when listening to people talking, and can save the embarrassment of the imminent silence at the most appropriate time.

In fact, he didn't talk as much off stage as he did on stage, and he didn't smile as much.He will immediately feel when the members are tired or lost, and he will activate the atmosphere in various ways.But most of the time, this person just finishes his own work quietly, and helps his teammates do some things calmly.

I still remember that Uncle Lee Man once said meaningfully: "Park Chanyeol, it's perfect to be responsible for the reaction. He is born with it."

He smiles carelessly, but he is actually a boy who is more careful than anyone else and cares about other people's feelings.It is precisely because he can quickly feel the embarrassment and helplessness of the people around him that he can react immediately.

Words are faster than thought.

But this time, the object he wanted to save was himself.

Because I realized that if I didn't respond, my tears would burst.

Those babbling trivial daily routines, those desperately affirming the ease and well-being are all barriers he has piled up for his own sadness and disappointment.

Because the smiling mask is shattered, so that only the last pitifully fragile disguise remains.

Lu Mengmeng's gaze was soft, and she called his name softly, interrupting his almost nervous chatter.

Canlie stopped talking and looked at her with red eyes.The redness in the eyes of Xianyan was similar to blood, but the skin under the corners of the eyes was still dry.

Lu Mengmeng took the stubborn boy's hand and gently covered her eyes.Canlie's hands were cold, and the sudden temperature change made Lu Mengmeng blink uncomfortably.

She pressed Canlie's hand that was trying to break free, and let his hand firmly cover her eyelids: "The practice room is too dark. I want to be with you."

He heard a low "hmm" in his ear.

"But." Lu Mengmeng's eyelashes fluttered in Canlie's palm.

"Because I can't see now, so..."

Her words stopped abruptly at this point, she just smiled faintly, put down her hands and started another topic.

"Do you remember? When I saw you for the first time, I gave you a can of Wangzai milk and said that you were very similar to it. You must have never thought that you would have so many fans later on. Their The thoughts are the same as mine. They gave you a lot of Wangzai, and also gave you a lot of love."

"There's more." She raised her hand and grabbed the wrist of Can Lie's hand covering her eyes. The boy's frame was slender, and his blood vessels were throbbing with vitality. I think they are very powerful, and I also said that I will become so powerful one day."

One by one, she talked about those memories that were so clear that they seemed to have happened yesterday. During the pause, Park Canyeol's hoarse voice sounded again unexpectedly.

"At that time, you still said that you wanted to be our number one fan, the kind of person who would never take off food for the rest of your life. How strange, when the intensity of practice was too high and there was no hope of debut, you obviously felt that you couldn't hold on no matter how hard you gritted your teeth. Thinking of What you said actually gave birth to the courage to continue.”

"Actually, during the past few days when Boxian's accident happened, I kept thinking about the past."

"I think of the scene when I went to the airport to meet fans for the first time when I debuted. They were all very cute and excitedly said love and love to us. At that moment, I was very glad that I was able to debut and that I did not give up. .”

"I thought of one time when I went to the airport, it was very cold, and some fans didn't wear much clothes. They waited at the door for a long time and their noses turned red from the cold, but they still shouted, brother, put on more clothes, it's too cold and easy to catch a cold .”

"The love of fans is really hard. The person I like is so far away, why can I give so much." Canlie lowered her eyes, her throat was bitter and tight, and the moisture in the corners of her eyes was hard to suppress.

He suddenly understood Lu Mengmeng's unspoken next sentence.

"Because I can't see now, so..."

So, it doesn't matter if you cry.

In the darkness brought by her palm, Lu Mengmeng sensitively noticed that the voice of the boy beside her was choked with sobs.

He seemed to sniff his nose lightly: "Every time I see them, I tell myself in my heart that I must be an excellent idol and always be able to bring some positive energy to the fans. Only in this way can I live up to it." their love."

"But," Canlie's voice sounded bewildered, "I don't know why, those fans who said they love us, turned into the people who hate us the most overnight."

"Boxian has really suffered a lot these days, and everyone is not feeling well."

"Maybe among the fans who hurt Bo Hyun, there is not the one who was afraid of me at the airport. I also know that there are still many people who love us."

"But now I know that there is really a thin line between love and hate. People who say they love you today and sacrifice a lot to see you may hold out their daggers to you tomorrow."

"I'm actually very sad." Canlie's voice trembled violently, and the hands covering Lu Mengmeng's face also trembled slightly.

"But I still have to smile because there are as many people who love us as there are people who hate us. If I'm sad, they're worried."

"But Mengmeng, you know? I'm so tired."

"Actually, you didn't want my answer at all when you asked me at the beginning, did you? You know, I'm tired."

"You know......"

The boy's words stopped, and there was only the sound of uncontrollable sobbing in the air.

Lu Mengmeng groped in the dark and patted the young man's thin back, which was slightly bent and trembling.

The young man's back stiffened the moment her palm covered her, and the next second, he stretched out his hand and pulled Lu Mengmeng into his arms.

Lu Mengmeng was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into an extremely gentle smile.

The sobbing sounds in his ears were broken, and the arms that hugged her were so strong that they seemed to want to embed her completely in his body.

"Canlie, it's okay, I'm always here." She was hugged tightly by him, and she patted his shoulder with her palms, whispering.

It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to feel tired smiling, it’s okay to cry.

Anyway, I've always been here with you.

Let you cry freely when you are sad, instead of trying to smile because of other people's feelings.That's what I'm here for you.