I debuted on a talent show with my ex-boyfriend

That night, among the twenty trainees who stayed at the training place, almost everyone had no sleep.

The program team gave everyone the last chance to say goodbye and returned their mobile phones.Trainees kept pushing open the door of dormitory 213, sending blessings to this dormitory that is still fully staffed.

Yu Fei drank, ran wildly for a while, and exhausted his strength and energy. He was sleepy on the way back, and was dragged back to the dormitory by Leshi in a daze. He stuffed it into the bathroom to take a shower, and finally collapsed on the kitten's bed. Holding his quilt and covering his head, he fell asleep.

Leshi and Tang Zhiyang sat side by side. Tang Zhiyang hung his clothes on the bed rail, and used the clothes steamer to iron his and his roommates' shirts. During this period, Zhou Wangyu came over to borrow his softener.

Looking up at Yu Fei lying on Leshi's bed, Zhou Wangyu rolled his eyes, sighed, and squeezed beside Tang Zhiyang, moving his own laundry tub to dormitory 213.

"Jiang He didn't know where he went, and there was only one person left when he returned to our dormitory." Zhou Wangyu complained, and the tropical fruit fragrance of the softener filled the room, "Fei Fei ran to you, and I was exhausted just by looking at it. Snore here." Yu Fei turned over on the upper bunk, Zhou Wangyu was waiting for the soaking time, he took Tang Zhiyang's shoulders and put his head on his shoulders.

It was rare for Sunset Red to open at this time, so Zhou Wangyu stretched out his hand every now and then to help Tang Zhiyang flatten the ironed clothes.

Zhou Wangyu: "Teacher Tang——"

Tang Zhiyang didn't raise his head: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'll mess with you."

Tang Zhiyang turned his clothes over: "Are you letting go of yourself?"

"This is called returning to basics." Zhou Wangyu smiled easily, "I am also satisfied."

Leshi was sorting out the sundries, he took out the file folder, and flipped to the lyrics page, which was saved from "My Destiny" to the present. "Snow Country", the lyrics that Yu Fei put on him were not taken away, and the thin paper was painted so colorful that the colors almost overflowed the eye sockets, just like a child's stick figure.

There was a silver chain with a ring on it at the bottom of the box. Le Shi thought about it, and took out the necklace left in "Ghost Ship" to have a look.

Although he always looks cute and quiet in front of people, he has a lot of small jewelry in private. In the past, Yu Fei encouraged him to get his ears pierced. Although he joked that it might cause the breakdown of his family relationship, he thought that It's okay, if the other party likes it.

Zhou Wangyu and Tang Zhiyang began to study the brands of laundry detergent and ball remover. Fortunately, they had a good relationship with Ren Fengfeng and other trainees, and they went to visit next door hand in hand.

Le Shi also found out that the box of the skin care products Su Qiao had left for them at that time, the mask box hadn't been opened yet, and a few Polaroids fell out from the gap in the box.

It was a selfie of them when they were in the "Snow Country" group.

He can't be said to be good-looking on the screen, maybe after the results were announced, his eyes were red and swollen, and he seemed to have just cried.Yu Fei hugged his shoulder from behind and made a yes sign, while Su Qiao was in the middle, tilting his head and grinning badly, Jiang He stood beside Su Qiao with a serious expression, but was compared to a cute one by his ex-teammate. bunny ears.Write down a string of lyrics with a black oil-based pen on Polaroid.

Should auldacquaintancebeforgot,

and never brought to mind?

Laugh out loud when you are happy, look at the exaggerated love at the end of the sentence.

Tang Zhiyang took a closer look and sighed with regret: "We didn't even have time to shoot "Ghost Ship" at that time." Yu Xi's team

Zhou Wangyu thought about it, and went back to his dormitory to get his Polaroid.

213 popped a head in the gap, it was Yuan Hongshan, his hair was wet, and he was wearing gray moiré pajamas. Seeing someone sleeping, he stood at the door and asked in a low voice, "Where's Xiao Zhou?"

Tang Zhiyang ironed the four shirts, put them on his lap naturally and familiarly, quickly folded them into neat squares, and looked at Yuan Hongshan and replied, "You guys missed it? He just went back to the dormitory to get his camera."

Yuan Hongshan groaned, waved at them, and turned to leave, but when he turned around, he flicked in surprise, like a frightened rabbit.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Wangyu's voice sounded at the door. "Find me?"

Yuan Hongshan was meticulous: "Not really. Just come here to visit."

"I've never heard that you have such a good relationship with them," Zhou Wangyu said in a drawn-out voice, "Rang Rang." He came over with the camera in his hand, and Yuan Hongshan followed him in a calm manner. Zhou Wangyu: "What did you follow back? Aren't you going to leave?"

Yuan Hongshan smiled coquettishly: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that there is no one in the dormitory, I can stay here for a while."

Halfway through the photo shoot, Luckily and Ren Fengfeng came back, so six people gathered in the four-person room, except for Yu Fei who was sleeping unconscious, the rest of them crowded together and tried to squeeze five faces into the room. In one scene, they lowered their voices, but they didn't neglect Yu Fei. They actually took pictures of him sleeping on his back, and planned to surprise him the next day.

By the time everything quieted down, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Fortunately, he and Ren Fengfeng laughed and quarreled all day, and fell asleep after touching the pillow. Tang Zhiyang watched Leshi sort all the sundries into a small box, and smiled silently. He thought about it, changed into regular clothes, and said: " I'm going out for a walk. You can sleep in my bed."

Le Shi looked up at him: "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Tang Zhiyang touched the top of his hair with soft eyes: "Aren't you sleepy? I'm going out to smoke a cigarette. Do you want to smoke second-hand smoke next to me?"

Le Shi smiled: "It's not impossible."

The orange flame illuminated half of Tang Zhiyang's face. He picked out the last cigarette in a wrinkled cigarette box, lit it, took a deep breath, and let the smoke disperse in the air like a cold mist. Squeeze it and put it in the trash.

The smell of tobacco blended into the silent night, and they walked on the school road in silence, dragging their footsteps very loudly.

"Lele." Tang Zhiyang's voice was very small and his tone was low. His voice was originally soft, not harsh, and made people feel comfortable and close from the heart. "I feel a little tired. Let's stop for a while."

They stopped when they were having fun, and they sat by the flower bed on the side of the road under the dim street lights.

Tang Zhiyang didn't smoke anymore, he pressed out the short burning cigarette butt, and hooked it between his two fingers. Under the yellowed light, Tang Zhiyang's face showed a burnout that he had never seen in front of the camera. There is a faint black shadow, the eye sockets are sunken, and the lips are drawn into a cold straight line.

Tang Zhiyang's gloomy side is rare.

"Sometimes I envy you and Yu Fei." He said slowly, "Freedom and courage. As long as I calm down recently, I will regret it. I have never regretted it before." He bowed his waist, Elbows resting on knees, "In the past few days, if I fall asleep, I always go back to that evening. Every time I wake up, I want to see him."

"I may not be a qualified friend. He is in the hospital and I have no way to reach him."

"When I first met him, he was about the same height as you, even a little thin. At that time, they were not well-known and ignored, but they were very open to each other. I have always had a bad relationship with my family and struggled with financial difficulties. Life, living in a small windowless room with my sister. Sometimes he has conflicts and fights with members of the group, his face is bruised and purple, and he has nosebleeds. He comes to live in my house. At first I found it very troublesome, but later I found out that he is better than me Coaxing children, it looks very out of the way, but in fact it is sensitive and gentle in heart.”

Listening quietly when playing, Tang Zhiyang said slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping birds in the middle of the night, or worried about waking up the burning flame in the memory.

"It's been five years since he was 19 and he's 24 this year. There's not that unafraid drive, we've become hesitant. Maybe call it growth, but it pains me. Don't know. How does he think, but what happened now, he must be very sad."

Tang Zhiyang stopped talking, Leshi held his hand, and they fell into silence. In the second half of the night, it was Tang Zhiyang who couldn't hold on first. He leaned on Leshi and fell asleep for a while, breathing evenly.But soon he woke up, opened a pair of empty foggy eyes, and sighed deeply towards the whitening light.

When they were about to leave, the sky was already brightly lit, and trainees dragged their suitcases to leave on the sidewalk. When they saw the two of them, they waved goodbye one after another. The companions who used to meet day and night, parted ways from today, maybe in the future they can still Cooperation, maybe there will be no intersection in this life.They watched the backs of those people go further and further away, and their moods were inevitably depressed.

"Brother." Le Shi said suddenly, the long silence made his voice hoarse, "Do you want to go to the hospital to meet senior?"

"Think about it, now in the schedule, isn't there still a post-elimination event notice today—" Tang Zhiyang was halfway through speaking, when Le Shi suddenly grabbed his hand, Le Shi stood up, and tugged him gently , the meaning is short and neat: "Go."

Tang Zhiyang was confused, but his heart was beating fast: "Where are you going—"

"Go to the hospital." Le Shi said, "Go see him."

At 46:[-] in the morning, Leshi and Tang Zhiyang successfully got leave and rushed to the hospital from the training camp.

The person who drove to pick them up was Baitao who had just received the amnesty and was free for two days. She happened to be planning to go to the hospital.

The process of contacting the program team to ask for leave was also surprisingly smooth, Baitao hung up the phone, viciously: "It used to be fatal to post a Weibo when the ranking was low, but now it's flattering and snobbish!"

There was a bag of fruit on the back seat of the car. Tang Zhiyang took a cursory look and found that it was Kan Junhuan's favorite.

Baitao comforted her while driving: "I went to see him last night. He was still not sober, but his life was not in danger. He was out of the ICU. He is probably still asleep now. He took a whole morning off and will be back at noon." Seeing Tang Zhiyang from the rearview mirror, she was a little surprised, "Teacher Tang has such a good relationship with Junjun."

"Does Sister Bai remember me?" Tang Zhiyang was a little unfamiliar with Baitao. He probably learned about the little girl from Kan Junhuan. During the time when Baitao was in a slump, Kan Junhuan fell into a period of depression.

Baitao turned the steering wheel, and the car drove into the hospital gate.

"I remember you. I remember almost all the backup dancers in their group." Baitao showed a nostalgic and proud smile on her lips, "Sister Snow is getting married this year, and I even attended her wedding. Many people have faded away, male The group also changes one after another. In a blink of an eye, our little idol is about to debut." Baitao looked at Leshi, who was leaning against the window in a daze, "Here we are. Is Lele sleepy?"

"I'm fine." Le Shi woke up, but the next moment he yawned. He rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes and opened the car door.

In front of the door of Kan Junhuan's ward, they met the doctor who had just finished his ward rounds. Leshi glanced at Tang Zhiyang and let him in alone, while he and Baitao simply asked about his condition outside the door.

There was the smell of disinfectant in the ward, and the cold smell diffused and wandered.

Overcast clouds floated outside the sky, and the early morning sunlight was almost snow-white, penetrating through the gaps in the clouds and obliquely shooting in from the well-lit windows.

The sound of medical equipment is cold, the reflection of the bed grill is also cold, the blue curtain is opened, and Kan Junhuan sits in a white world, looking out at the bright sky, with his hands folded. On the snow-white quilt, transparent rubber tubes stretched upward from his arms.

Tang Zhiyang's eyes flickered, it was a layer of water flashing in the IV bag.

Tang Zhiyang closed the door, and when he heard the sound of Xisuo, Kan Junhuan's fingers moved slightly, but he did not turn his head.

He stood far away from the hospital bed and called "Jun Huan" in a low voice.

Time is like a musical score drawn with rests, stopping briefly at this moment.

Kan Junhuan turned his head back very slowly, his gaze was quiet, as light as the dust floating in the air.

The sunlight coated his body with a layer of melting silver. He sat in the light, and the silent and vast loneliness became real in this moment.It is the unique white in the gloomy weather, like cotton soaked in alcohol, pushing and blocking Tang Zhiyang's mouth and nose, and the sharp stimulation cut open his heart.

Kan Junhuan opened his mouth, but he seemed to be involved in some pain. He frowned, bit his lower lip, and did not speak.

Tang Zhiyang walked up to him lightly, and saw that his lips were chapped, with a large area of ​​dead skin sticking together, and the color of blood in the lip crevice.There was a thermos cup on the counter beside him, Tang Zhiyang sat down, poured warm boiling water into the lid of the cup in silence, and brought it to Kan Junhuan's mouth.

But Kan Junhuan just looked at him blankly, his face was pale, his eyes were moist, and when his eyes met again, Kan Junhuan avoided him.

Tang Zhiyang whispered: "Drink water." Seeing that Kan Junhuan didn't move, he raised his voice, but his voice was unbearably hoarse:

"obedient."

Kan Junhuan lowered his head, like a child being scolded, drinking the water from the lid bit by bit.

There was not much communication. When he put down the cup, he reached out with the hand with the indwelling needle and held Tang Zhiyang's wrist. Tang Zhiyang was so cold that his hand wanted to leave immediately, but he was held instead.

Kan Junhuan struggled, but the needle tip in the blood vessel caused pain due to the struggle. He inhaled lightly, but Tang Zhiyang noticed the sound, the palm left Kan Junhuan's wrist, and pressed his arm, the temperature of the palm passed through the sickness of the stripes. The uniform was hot on his cold skin.

"Don't hide from me."

There was a trembling breath in the words, the lid of the cup was overturned, the hospital bed made a slight creaking sound, and the drip was shaking the transparent hose.

Kan Junhuan opened his eyes slightly, there was a dull and dazed fog in front of his eyes, his brain and limbs were not very obedient, but he knew that Tang Zhiyang was hugging him, this hug was very light, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Tang Zhiyang said: "You always come to see me, so give me a chance to take a good look at you."

The strength of the back tightened.

Kan Junhuan vaguely responded to this hug, he felt warm, the palm of the infusion was hanging down, and the other hand was struggling to hold Tang Zhiyang's spine, and gently stroked each joint along the protruding shape of the spine.

Kan Junhuan closed his eyes and rested his head on Tang Zhiyang's neck. His voice was extremely hoarse and his words were indistinct.

"I...seem to...hold the sun."

The back of his head seemed to be closed vaguely, dry and warm fingertips ran through his hair, Kan Junhuan shook his head in resistance, thinking that he had been lying in the ward for several days without washing, Tang Zhiyang had always been very People who love cleanliness.

But the other party just hugged him, comforted him, and let him lean on weakly and dissociatedly, like a drowning person finding driftwood in the torrent, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

Kan Junhuan leaned closer to Tang Zhiyang's ear, and his lips gently brushed against the tip of his ear.

"I dream...dream of you."

Tang Zhiyang answered in a low voice next to his ear, his voice seemed a little nasal.

"So...I want...to see you....Don't be sad..."

Kan Junhuan noticed the abnormality in his voice. Even though he was immersed in the deep fatigue of exhaustion, he still patted Tang Zhiyang's back comfortingly, and told him softly like breathing in a hoarse voice like a gossamer:

"Zhiyang...don't be sad."

The author says:

Sunshine in the Crack - JJ Lin.Lyrics written by Wu Qingfeng.Thanks for watching!