go back and try love

The members of the group were all indifferent, and they didn't even lend a helping hand when they were injured—these few words kept echoing in An Wenxuan's ears, causing his face to go numb.

After finally getting down from the stage, An Wenxuan shook off Ren Shaobai, who was talking non-stop, and ran into the bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, who was a bit out of order, An Wenxuan rubbed his head a few times irritably, then turned on the faucet, picked up a handful of water, and breathed on his face. The cool and refreshing feeling made him wake up a lot in an instant. He readjusted his breathing and took a few deep breaths.

"It's so fucking sick!!" After a long time, An Wenxuan said something, and he didn't know whether the evaluation was for Zheng Yu or himself...

After finishing speaking, even An Wenxuan couldn't help smiling wryly in the mirror.

The light in the bathroom is not very bright, and in the dim and secluded space, it always reminds people of those unpleasant things——

It should be the day before Zheng Yu asked for leave to go home. He was arranged to shoot the cover of a magazine. The routine professional smile and the cute and familiar attitude made the shooting very smooth. The photographer held his hand and praised his professionalism. An Wenxuan just responded with a wry smile and said that the content of the movements is similar, and they are all used to it, so there is no professional or unprofessional.

At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, while other members were still making announcements on the radio, An Wenxuan had already finished his work arrangements for the day early.Originally, he and Ren Shaobai agreed to wait for him at the company and eat hot pot together in the evening, but unable to bear the physical and mental fatigue of these consecutive days, An Wenxuan greeted his manager and went back to the dormitory to rest.

The dormitories of the company's artists are all arranged in apartments in nearby buildings. In fact, it is a simple one-bedroom and two-bedroom apartment. This makes it easier to manage these young idols, and of course it is also convenient for fans to spend time chasing stars.

In the short distance from the company to the dormitory, An Wenxuan has dealt with several waves of enthusiastic bombardment from fans, signing autographs and group photos, with a bright smile on his face, but in his heart he has already started cursing: I finally got off the morning shift , I really want to go back to the dormitory to rest!

When he finally arrived at the dormitory building, the security uncle was quite dedicated and helped him stop the illegitimate meal who was trying to follow him.Riding the ascending elevator, An Wenxuan's head began to feel a little dizzy, and his stomach was a little overwhelmed. These days, the work wheel has turned around, and it's really hard to bear.

He held on to the railing of the elevator, barely supporting his body that was about to collapse.The eccentric world is fair, as much love as you want, you have to bear as much pressure, and how many people can understand the sadness behind the bright and bright words of artists.Day and night, black and white reversed working conditions, intense pressure exercises, and hungry body loads made each of them more or less dangerous signals appear in their bodies.

When he arrived at the dormitory floor, An Wenxuan dragged himself out of the elevator. Now he just wanted to lie down on his 1 meter bed, tucked into the quilt, and sleep desperately.

He pushed open the door, and the dormitory was pitch black. An Wenxuan walked on the floor of the living room with tiptoe, still wondering, didn't that Zheng Yu recover in the dormitory two days ago because of a strained ligament during dance practice?

"Are you back? So early?" Suddenly a soft question came out from the dark corner, An Wenxuan followed the voice and met those blurred eyes.

Maybe he just woke up, his eyelids are drooping, his yellowed hair is upturned mischievously, like a little beast with fried hair, but in the eyes that are looking at each other, there are occasional flashes of unpredictability, reminding An Wenxuan all the time , this man is definitely not as harmless as he looks.

"Oh, today is just a magazine shooting task, not many." An Wenxuan responded without any emotion. He had never had a deep friendship with Zheng Yu, so there was really no need to report everything to him.

What's more, now his brain is really hurting, and he has no intention of exchanging greetings with Zheng Yu like in the past. He paces slowly and moves to his bedroom.

"Xuanxuan, I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten all day, did you cook for me?" Zheng Yu suddenly rushed from the sofa to An Wenxuan, tugging on his clothes affectionately, his eyebrows and eyes curved Cheng Xianyue, with her lips pursed like cherry beads, acted like a baby with her special soft voice.

If the manga effect is added at this time, there will definitely be a few black lines hanging on An Wenxuan's face——

This Zheng Yu also has a little-known skill that is thick-skinned, and because of his young age, he is addicted to acting like a baby, even if he is facing someone he doesn't know well, he can still ask for this or that with peace of mind.Lin Che, the leader of the group, was very helpful in this. However, it may also be due to Lin Che's good-natured personality. Whenever Zheng Yu acted like a baby, Lin Che would immediately give in and spoil him to heaven.

But Ren Shaobai and Yuu don't like this, they are even very disgusted, and often criticize in private, saying that there is something really wrong, not a soft and cute girl, a 185cm big man, who likes to act like a baby with men so much.

Regarding this, An Wenxuan was noncommittal, and his way of handling it was, out of sight, out of mind, whenever Zheng Yu asked for something, he would try his best to cooperate, so as to save him from resorting to the self-conceited invincible coquettish way.

"I'm so sleepy now, I want to sleep, if you're hungry, just order takeaway."

An Wenxuan usually likes to make some small snacks in the kitchen to satisfy the greed of several members, and also uses it to feed the ultimate foodie roommate - Ren Shaobai, but at this time An Wenxuan is feeling very uncomfortable, he even It feels like every joint in the body has been injected with lead, making it difficult to move.

He struggled to push away the hand that was clutching the corner of his clothes, and turned around to leave.

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, he had never expected that An Wenxuan, who was always gentle and polite, would reject him so directly, how could he still bear the name of a sick person?

A little annoyed, he grabbed An Wenxuan's hand, and suddenly pulled him in front of him, brought that enchanting and feminine face close to An Wenxuan, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Brother Xuan, why are you so ruthless? I've been hurt, so I can't even ask you to cook a meal? How can we say that we are also members of a group! Shouldn't we love each other?"

He was obviously laughing, but from time to time he gave off a hunting-like chill.

An Wenxuan's body was already weak, but when he pulled him, his legs softened, and he fell directly onto the sofa.

Vaguely, Zheng Yu's close whispers, as well as the warm air that swept across his cheeks from time to time, made An Wenxuan very uncomfortable, and even felt astonished that he was being molested for no reason.

"Hmm...who wants to fall in love with you, are you kidding me?" He waved his arms around his face irritably, as if to repel intruders who invaded his safe area, only to hear—a snap, unbiased— Zheng Yu received a solid slap on the face. In the dark room, the sound was clear and cold.

For a moment, both of them froze, everything around them seemed to stop, even the air froze, An Wenxuan didn't know how to react at all.

He bit his lower lip tightly and looked at Zheng Yu uneasily, only to see him slowly lower his head, hiding his perverted and evil eyes just now, so that An Wenxuan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, is it sadness?Still annoyed?Or numb?

An Wenxuan still felt very guilty for such an accident. Although he was completely unintentional, after all, Zheng Yu was not only younger than him, but also a member of the same group. Opened his mouth and said it, he really has no humanitarian spirit.

An Wenxuan was silent for a long time, typed out several drafts of apology, and was about to speak when he suddenly felt his hand loosen. Zheng Yu stood up slowly, and limped towards his bedroom , when passing the floor-to-ceiling curtain, the evening light that inadvertently infiltrated, unexpectedly portrayed Zheng Yu's back as a bit lonely and helpless.

An Wenxuan was speechless for a while, he wanted to catch up, admit his mistakes, and ask for forgiveness, but in the end, he still didn't do anything, just turned around silently and went back to his room, and fell on the bed with a sullen head. He let go of all his thoughts, and just wanted to leave the embarrassing episode just behind him.

"It doesn't matter, we don't know each other well anyway." An Wenxuan muttered to himself, as if comforting himself, then turned over and fell asleep.

A bright red sunset outside the window was shining on An Wenxuan's delicate side face, warm and peaceful, but for some reason, there was always an unexplainable undercurrent surging in the house, restless.