[Korean Entertainment] Hello Mr. Wangzai

On September 2014, 9, Chadan's 21 tour concert came to a successful conclusion in Beijing Wanshida Sports Center.

On October 2014, 10, the second Chinese member appeared to submit an indictment to the Seoul District Court of South Korea through an attorney, formally applying for invalidation of the contract with SM.

Facing the second contract termination incident this year, the members were much calmer than the last time.

"After all, as a member of China, it is impossible to stay in Korea for a lifetime." Jin Junmian said this, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

Lu Mengmeng knew that in the last incident of termination of the contract, they had been more or less mentally prepared for this day to come.

Looking at the remaining ten people with different expressions in front of her, Lu Mengmeng sighed softly.

After experiencing the ensuing turmoil in 2014, it seems that now, I can no longer call them teenagers. The resoluteness mixed with helplessness in the brows of several people is reminding Lu Mengmeng that they have grown up. To the extent that it can be called a youth.

Although he acted so calmly, it was impossible to say in his heart that he could fully accept it.

There was the first termination of the contract and the exposure of the relationship between Bian Boxian and the second termination of the contract. Maybe everyone is confused about the future of the group?

The pressure of being able to speak out is never less than one-tenth of the inner feeling.

Park Canyeol tilted his head, and clapped his hands vigorously to break the inexplicable solemnity in the air: "Well, starting today, as tea eggs with only ten people, we have to work harder. With the strength of ten people, we can serve 12 people. Let's end."

He stretched out a hand in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Come on!"

Seeing this, Wu Shixun covered his hands: "Come on."

The next person to react was Bian Boxian: "Come on."

The members folded their hands one by one like this, shouting "come on" one by one.

Lu Mengmeng, who was standing by the side and looked at them with a smile, also said softly at this moment, "Come on."

The end of the year is still the same big and small activities as in previous years. In order to gain a firm foothold in this bloody year, everyone has tried their best to do their best.

Just like what Park Chanyeol said, they will use the strength of ten people to achieve the ending of twelve people.

At the mama award ceremony at the end of the year, Lu Mengmeng did not accompany the interpreter because of her studies.

Chadan, who promised to bring the best performance, performed hard on the stage. In the middle of the performance of "Overdose", Park Chanyeol quickly rushed off the stage during the break time due to the change of formation.

Lu Mengmeng happened to see this one when she was watching a fan's video that night. Seeing Park Canyeol squatting and retching in the video, she couldn't tell what it felt like.

That night, Lu Mengmeng had a video call with Park Canyeol. The young man with baby fat on his cheeks was tired, but his big eyes were still rolling around and he looked full of energy.

"Mengmeng, we won the best album of the year award today, isn't it great?"

Lu Mengmeng became angry when she saw that he was clearly exhausted and still struggling.

She raised her eyebrows: "Park Canyeol, what did you promise me?"

"I promised you... what?" Facing Lu Mengmeng's nonsensical words, Park Canyeol couldn't react for a while, and froze in front of the computer for a long time, thinking hard for a while, with a wrinkled face quite awkward. Tangled.

"I saw Fan Pai's video. During the performance, you were not feeling well and stepped off the stage to rest, didn't you? Don't you plan to tell me?"

"I... have nothing to do, it's just that I felt a little uncomfortable at that moment, and now I'm fully recovered." Park Canyeol smiled at the camera, "Now I'm a healthy and energetic Park Canyeol again. "

Lu Mengmeng looked down at the phone, and said slowly: "But just now Shixun sent me a message saying that you have a fever."

Park Canyeol's smile froze, and he muttered secretly: "This guy Shixun..."

"What's wrong with Shixun?" Lu Mengmeng smiled, "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know you are so brave now?"

"No, no." Park Canyeol hurriedly waved his hands begging for mercy, "It's just a low-grade fever. I just took the medicine and I'll be fine soon."

The corners of Lu Mengmeng's mouth pulled down, her smiling face was expressionless for a moment, and she looked quite imposing: "It's just a low fever? It's just a low fever. You will retch on stage?"

Park Canyeol lowered his eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth and remained silent, as if obediently admitting his mistake.

Lu Mengmeng sighed: "Did you only take antipyretics?"

nod nod.

"How do I remember that you didn't have a cold before?"

"Well, those who didn't catch a cold suddenly developed a fever for some reason."

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"Stomach?" Park Canyeol froze for a moment, subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub the position of his stomach, "It's okay."

Lu Mengmeng knew Park Canlie so well, just by looking at his movements, he knew that his stomach was really upset.

"Go to the hospital." Lu Mengmeng looked at Park Canyeol's slightly pale face on the screen and said softly.

Unexplained fever, retching, accompanied by stomach pain, most likely not a cold, but gastroenteritis.

Park Canyeol blinked: "I don't understand the language here, and I have to trouble my sister to translate at night. It's not good. It's just a fever, and I took the medicine. I'll be fine after a night of sleep. I'm fine."

"It doesn't matter. After you go out, keep in touch with me on the phone. When you talk to the locals, turn on the speakerphone. I'll help you translate, so you won't bother others, right?"

Park Canyeol pursed his lips and began to talk about him: "It's really not a big problem, don't worry."

"Park Canyeol." Lu Mengmeng suddenly became serious, "Pack up your things now and go out to the hospital."

"I......"

"If you don't go, I'll book a plane ticket and go to Hong Kong to find you right now, and I'll accompany you to the hospital."

"Mengmeng..." Facing Lu Mengmeng's rare strength, Pu Canlie's eyes widened and he was at a loss.

Lu Mengmeng stretched out her hand and rubbed the center of her brows: "Canlie, maybe to you, getting sick and having a fever is really a trivial thing, but it's not like that to me."

"I don't know how much you have suffered and how many times you have been sick in a place where I can't see, but at least when I know, I will always urge you to take a good rest."

"I can't be by your side right now. You have a fever and retch, but I can't just grab your wrist and take you to the hospital."

"So, can you go by yourself?"

"Chanyeol, don't make me worry about you..."

Korean artists work so hard and so hard. The members of the group suffer from waist and leg pains every now and then. I really worry about you.

In your opinion, a little ailment and pain, but to me, it is the source of worry that can make me toss and turn all night.

So please, go to the hospital.

If it's just a fever from the common cold, if it's just a stomach ache from not eating before a performance for stage effect, then that's the best outcome.

If it is gastroenteritis, see a doctor earlier and take medicine earlier.

Please, don't make me worry about you, okay?

Lu Mengmeng stared at the screen, her mouth was tightly pursed and her expression was serious. There was no smile in her almond eyes, which were always smiling, and they were full of stubbornness.

Park Canyeol had no doubt that if he didn't go out to the hospital right away, Lu Mengmeng would fly over to find him.

During the four years of his trainee career before his debut, and the two years of non-stop itinerary announcements after his debut, Park Chanyeol suffered from many injuries and illnesses, but which time did he not survive by gritting his teeth?

Be it the members around you, or the trainees in the company who are still working hard, who doesn't suffer more than the other?

After so many years, Park Canyeol himself felt that his body was made of iron, and that any illness would pass after taking medicine and sleeping.

But today, the girl he loves said, "At least when I know, I will always urge you to take a good rest." She said, "Go to the hospital, don't make me worry about you."

This is what it feels like to be remembered.Park Canyeol thought.

It's not the feeling that you will become squeamish when you get sick, but that you don't want to make yourself sick again, and try to make yourself healthier, because you are afraid that the person you care about will show a sad expression.

Park Canyeol's peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, he smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll go now."

"do not worry."

Lu Mengmeng finally showed a smile: "Well, hang up the video, remember to call me when you go out."

Park Canyeol hung up the video, took out a few Hong Kong dollars in his pocket for a long time and hid them, put on his hat and mask and went out.

Reaching out to stop a taxi, Lu Mengmeng turned on the hands-free mobile phone through Park Canlie and asked the master to help drive to a more regular hospital nearby.

In the hospital, the doctor asked a few simple questions. Lu Mengmeng helped Park Canyeol translate the doctor's question, and at the same time told the doctor Park Canyeol's answer in Chinese.

The doctor scribbled a few lines in the medical record book, signaling Park Canyeol to go out and draw blood for tests.

The final result was as expected by Lu Mengmeng, it was indeed acute gastroenteritis.

Holding the medicine prescribed by the doctor, Park Canyeol took a cup of hot water in the hospital and drank it.

The phone's hands-free was still turned off, Lu Mengmeng put her phone next to her ear, and she could still hear Park Canyeol's gulping sound when he drank water.

It was already late at this time, there was no one in the waiting area of ​​the hospital, and the overhead light was a little pale, Park Canyeol was sipping hot water to warm his stomach.

Lu Mengmeng smiled slightly on the phone: "Idiot, well done."

"Huh? Mengmeng, what did you say?" Park Canyeol raised the phone to his ear again to listen carefully.

"I said." There was a smile in Lu Mengmeng's voice, "Well done, Park Canyeol."

"Hey." Park Canyeol smiled, "This medicine is quite effective, and now my stomach doesn't hurt at all."

"Well, let's go back quickly, don't stay outside for too long in winter." Lu Mengmeng said softly.

Park Canyeol responded obediently, stood up and walked outside the hospital.

With the help of Lu Mengmeng, an expert translator, Park Canyeol successfully returned to the hotel.

"Go to bed early, you have to catch up with the schedule tomorrow."

"Well, so is Mengmeng."

Lu Mengmeng smiled: "Good night."

"Good night." Park Canyeol whispered, his voice gentle.He hesitated for a moment, then added, "Thank you today."