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Although Fang Wei's resignation was sudden, but fortunately, it is an assistant position that anyone can fill, and it has little impact on the preparations for the concert.However, even if this is the case in theory, Song Xinheng's depression is far beyond the imagination of the people around him. He drives to work early every day, and he does not miss a day of work.

"Do you want to arrange a few days off for you?" Cancheng took a cup of wheat and sent it to Song Xinheng's lounge. When he entered the door, he saw the meal brought by the assistant on the table, and Song Xinheng left most of it.Pushing the dinner plate in front of Song Xinheng, Cancheng looked at the dark circles under the man's eyelids, and felt a sense of loss in his heart: "If you spend a while like this, you won't be able to hold on to the whole show when you're on stage."

Li Duli left, but Song Xinheng did not plan to announce his single status. Every time Chancheng mentioned this to him, he would purse his dry lips to show resistance. Now, he rejected the kindness in the same way : "Thanks, but I'm fine."

"The schedule of rehearsals is already very tight. To be lazy at this time is just to increase the burden on others."

Compared with announcing the resumption of being single, Chancheng is very clear that such a delay is harmful but not beneficial. If the media first discovered the fact that the two separated, Song Xinheng might be labeled as the first same-sex cheating in the entertainment industry .But as a manager, Chancheng is more concerned about Song Xinheng's physical condition than talking about feelings endlessly, saying, "Forget it, you eat your meal first."

Song Xinheng has an enviable skin. The makeup artists in charge of him have always been the most idle employees in the company, but after his complexion is visible to the naked eye, Song Xinheng's makeup is heavier than usual in order to still meet the road shooting standards. At least, Song Xinshu met his brother several times in the company. Although the setting is still heroic, the gloomy gaze always has a lifeless feeling.

After having Fang Wei, Song Xinshu visited Song Xinheng's house very few times. Thinking that he lives alone now and is always lacking in energy, Xiaoshu bought some food and went to his house after working overtime.Song Xinshu's personal information was also backed up in the fingerprint lock. It was still early, but the lights in the room were basically off. Song Xinshu changed his shoes and turned on the light, and was stunned by the messy living room.

At a glance, it was obvious that it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, the cushions of the sofa were lying here and there, and sundries such as snack bags were piled up on the coffee table and the dining room table.Song Xinshu rummaged through it casually, but found no rubbish that was too intolerable, and the dishes and chopsticks piled in the sink were not stained with much oil, they were just stuffed in there, looking messy and decadent.

The light in the master bedroom was off, and Song Xinshu went upstairs, only to notice that there was light coming from the room at the end of the second floor.The light was adjusted to a level suitable for sleeping, and he walked straight through the half-open door.Standing by the bed, I could clearly see Song Xinheng's sleeping face with half of the quilt exposed.

His breathing was shallow and even, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes made him look less haggard after he hadn't slept well recently.Noticing that this still tidy room was full of traces of another idol of the new generation, Song Xinshu sighed inaudibly. For the first time, he felt that Song Xinheng was a little pitiful. He bent down to help him tuck the quilt, but couldn't figure it out. Why did my brother agree to separate.

The state does not change with the passage of time. According to this trend, it is a question of whether or not it will last until the concert.Song Xinshu was worried about him, and when he went downstairs, he first cleaned the living room for him, and then helped clear up the tableware in the bowl sink.Before leaving, Song Xinshu scavenged all his snacks, only hoping that Song Xinheng would eat more healthy food to satisfy his hunger because he was very hungry.

Originally, he wanted to do something to restore Song Xinheng's energy, but he didn't know that when he went to the company the next day, he was caught by Song Xinheng who had been there for a long time.For some reason, the corners of Song Xinheng's eyes were facing up today, and at the same time his eyes lit up, even his lips were bloody, and he walked up to Song Xinshu in a few steps, and he asked seriously: "Xiaoshu, did you not come to my brother's house yesterday? "

"Someone came and cleaned my room," he said, "I thought about it, it shouldn't be you, right?"

There were only a few people who could enter the door of Song Xinheng's house, and Song Xinshu was selectively excluded. It's no wonder that Song Xinheng was rarely energetic.Not knowing if it was a good thing to be vague, Song Xinshu thought about it, and said, "I cleaned it up for you."

Originally, I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but the corner of Song Xinheng's mouth twitched, and the light in his eyes disappeared immediately.He said thank you in a muffled voice, and walked out of the office before Song Xinshu delivered a long speech.Song Xinshu frowned, everyone walked away for a long time, the lonely figure still lingering in front of his eyes, he called Cancheng: "Is there really no one who can talk to him?"

"Yes, but..." Chancheng said, "He won't listen to what he said, and the people he might listen to are also very bad recently."

Song Xinheng's feelings were frustrated, coupled with his own extreme personality, Chancheng's worries became more and more intense, so he simply became ruthless, and transferred the little fresh meat with a bright future to others to take care of, and spent the rest of the time practicing with Song Xinheng himself .Maybe it's because of a broken relationship, Song Xinheng has been practicing hard recently, Chancheng always carries food on his back, and he will pass it to Song Xinheng when it's break time.

He ate as much as he wanted, but Cancheng, who looked very much like his mother, was full of thoughts about Fang Wei. As he ate, he felt that the tasteless food was bitter.Cancheng stared at Wink, who was alive and kicking in the practice room, envious of the female manager who was still free to lick the cone on the sidelines, and then glanced at Xiao Liu, who was also frowning, and suddenly got some inexplicable balance in his heart .

Song Xinheng's condition was not good. At the beginning, Cancheng wanted to ask Yan Baifeng for help the most. After all, Yan Baifeng was the backbone of the entire group, with a mature and reliable personality. He had already gained experience in taking care of Song Xinheng's emotions.However, the room was leaking due to continuous rain. A few days after Fang Wei disappeared, and Zhou Xiaohui disappeared with his camera, Yan Baifeng's character design was also on the verge of collapse at any time.

"There was a dispute, and the next day, Xiaohui resigned." After being a manager for several years, he was often locked out of the door. Xiao Liu had no idea why they were arguing: "Maybe it was because of the daughter Friends, Yan Baifeng won't let him fall in love." Reluctantly looking for Cancheng to confide his bitterness, he could only complain in a low voice: "It's normal to have a girlfriend, Xiaohui is quite handsome among ordinary people."

During the rehearsal of five people, two of them were depressed, and Yan Baifeng could not be counted on. Instead, Wink took on the leading role in the team.In the early years, we worked together in the entertainment circle, and the tacit understanding and feelings were real, and no one would complain when we shared them.It's just that when discussing the details of the series, Yan Baifeng said a few words, and then Wink who was beside him turned his head and stared at him fiercely.

"Yan Baifeng," Wink rarely heard his name called directly in the team, he asked in a deep voice, "Have you been drinking?"

Emotions can be understood, hard work can be shared, but Wink will never compromise on the rigorous attitude towards work.

"Which singer have you ever seen who is preparing for a concert drink at this time?" was asked by Wink, who was speechless. It's not a good way to deal with it. I know you're in trouble, but instead of fighting with your own throat here, you might as well find a way to find someone to make it clear."

"And you, too." He looked at Song Xinheng faintly: "If you dare to drink carbonated drinks, you will stay and practice all night by yourself tonight."