Chapter 140: 140th

Huo Jian is almost in a state of consciousness.
He didn't realize he was ill at all.
He stopped spirits for three days, and he spent two days in a muddle.
The one I saw most in half a dream and half awake was Chi Chi, and all the past related to the crown.
"Cherish the time."
"Treasure the people before you."
"why?"
Jiang Yan stopped for a few seconds and gave an answer slowly.
"Because time... is doomed."
When he woke up again, his body was still in soreness with a low fever.
There was a sound of shattered water not far away. Someone was wringing the towel.
Pei Ru also sat on the sofa bed, gently moving to help him wipe his forehead.
"Today is the third day." He began slowly: "Blade, we are going to say goodbye to Chichi."
Huo Jianli opened his eyes and set himself in an ice cave in this second return to reality.
"Chi Ji was murdered," he repeated eagerly again: "That's not suicide."
Pei Ru also nodded in silence.
"You know, you see it too, right?"
In spite of his completely hoarse voice, Huo Jian grabbed the man's wrist hard when he got up, and his fingers were so strong that he almost scratched the other person's skin.
"He is a high-function depression, he can laugh, play tricks, can work normally and write songs, but as long as he is overstimulated--"
The young man did not realize that his body was already on the verge of collapse due to intense emotions. When he suddenly sat up, he felt dizzy like a rising tide, and an illusory buzzing sound came from his ear.
"We are going to see him off first." The man whispered, "This is the last chance to see him."
"What did Han Qu do? Did you find it?" Huo Jian supported his arm with all his strength, opened the blanket and stumbled outwards: "Teacher, there must be evidence, let's go back to the 17th floor--"
He has not eaten for a long time and his knees and legs are out of control.
"Huo Jian." Pei Ruye also put his hands on his shoulders, Shen Sheng pulled him back to reality: "I know you don't want to face these, but it will start cremation in a few hours."
"Why do I have to go?!" Huo Jian roared back: "He was murdered! Han Qu should die in that coffin-just because I am the captain, do I have to bear this? Do you still want me enough? Decent enough to personally send him away?!!!"
Pei Ru also held him steady before releasing his hand. It took a long time to pick up the wet towel that fell to the ground.
"After disappearing, it will never appear again."
There will be no more traces of Chi Ji in the world, and everything about him will return to chaos.
"Not because you are the captain, you have to attend the funeral."
"Huo Jian, you can still meet him for the last time."
Huo Jian is completely in a state of stress, and only when he hears this sentence does he reveal a magnificent expression.
"Why...there is only one last thing?"
In these three days, only the company system is operating as usual. The closer you are to the crown, the more you will feel the unexpected shock.
Mei Shengyao completely disappeared, and no more information was given from beginning to end. When the funeral number was finally counted, the Mei family's phone could not be reached.
When Jiang Shu heard the news, he waved his hand and motioned Uncle Wang to stop looking for the child.
Xie Lianyun found a stool by himself and sat quietly beside the crystal coffin from morning till night.
Sometimes sitting and sitting, suddenly said: "Uncle, this man in the coffin, he does not look like Chi Ji."
Jiang Shu looked at the young man covered with black gauze in the coffin, then looked at Xie Lianyun, and said for a long time: "No need to comfort me."
Xie Lian nodded stunnedly, and would say the same thing after sitting for a long time.
"Uncle, he doesn't look like Chi Ji."
Although he has a similar figure, he always feels that there is another person here, not even a person at all, and is a substitute for wax models.
Jiang Shu no longer responds to his inquiries.
Qi Ding and Su Dong never knew what they were busy with. Although they came back from time to time to visit the situation of several of them, they spent more time in other places.
The senior officials all quietly helped with the funeral, and no one could face such a huge change.
From today on, the crown will always be missing.
Their Noah is about to disappear.
In the early morning before the funeral, the company met all night.
There is no other content. A's future and future must be understood.
Huo Jian had a low fever and had just fallen asleep for a few days. Pei Ruye also asked Bo Ju to help him to take care of him and came to the top conference hall alone to participate in the voting.
It is not uncommon for members of the men’s and women’s groups to be missing members.
Even for the entertainment industry, a combination is a complete closed loop from establishment, popularity, recognition to final dissolution.
It seems that no combination can escape the fate of dissolution, but they never thought there would be such an ending.
The idea of ​​adding new members must not be established, but what next?
"Anyway, the other five people are still there," Chen Dong retorted seriously. "The five children are still each other's family. Now the group is to be killed. Why not let them carry Chichi's expectations and continue to go Go down?"
"What are you talking about?" Su Dong asked in return: "They really treat Chi Ji as a family. In the future, as long as they go out as A, they will be reminded of this pain repeatedly."
"They are all in their twenties, their lives have just begun, and they each have future plans and developments-even if they are out of humanitarianism, they should not be anymore!"
As long as the group is still there, they will remind them of this pain and despair at any moment. Who can please the fans with a smile on their face? Where can the power continue to shine? !
Several directors on the opposite side expressed regret: "But once the crown is dissolved, it is not as good as the surname Han..."
"It's hard to understand now, more and more people will be injured," another said sharply. "The death of a loved one is also a major trauma. Do you think you can still write songs according to their current state!"
In the chaos, more people looked at Pei Ruye.
Jiang Shu never said a word, no one dared to stimulate his emotions, and hoped that Pei would always make a decision.
Pei Ruye shook his head slightly: "We are not qualified to decide."
"This matter depends on the wishes of their five."
"Dissolve."
The people turned their heads to look over, but found that the speaker was Xie Lianyun.
The youth had lost a lot of weight in two days and repeated it again.
"I said, let it go."
"Xie Lianyun, are you crazy?!"
"Thank you, this is the group you and Jiang Shu personally made up together, isn't this also your hard work--"
Pei Ru also stopped the restlessness of others: "Listen to him."
Xie Liyun slowly stood up, not wanting to stay here too much.
"If you don't disband, the other four people will feel guilty and blame themselves for life."
"Meeting after everything is over, there will always be one person in the family, they will not forgive themselves, and there is no way to face other people."
"But if it's after disbanding, if it's a word to look at the blade... we have the possibility to reunite."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Pei Ruye again, and his eyes were already entrusted.
"I went to accompany the pool, you continue."
After the door was silently reset, someone said again in the silence: "Don't Huo Jian and the other four, can't they encourage and support each other?"
"Do you think they are all steel warriors?" Su Dong scolded: "I asked you, which child's heart is not flesh-grown?! You can't come out of grief, what else?!!!"
"If this crown is held in hand, the existence of A will end its mission. What state and mood do they have to take the second and third crown?"
"If you can't get it, who do you think this guilt and guilt can make a better life for?"
"but--"
Ten years of planning and eighteen years of hard work are all over?
Is it really over?
The mission of the crown is the crown.
But now-just come here, you have to draw a full stop?
From now on, who will dominate? !
The dispute lasted for three days, and finally Su Dong took the signature form and asked one by one for his intentions.
Xie Lianyunan signed the letter quietly and turned to continue to wipe the dust from the crystal coffin.
Mei Shengyao had no news, Mei Heng answered instead, saying he agreed.
"Bo Ju, what is your intention?"
Bo Jue just handed Huo Jian to Pei Ruye at the end of the meeting, and in the same three days he hurriedly drank a few hot porridge.
He looked at the black and white letters and Xie Lianyun's signature, and looked up at Long Li with anxiety.
They looked across the sky from south to north, and their eyes fell on the pure white garland in the center of the coffin.
Then he shook his head silently at the same time.
It is no longer important to sign the last intention sheet or not.
Others decided to leave, even if Huo Jian insisted on staying alone, A would soon become a mess.
On February 20, Chi Ji was buried.
The OSC scene was silent and everyone stood up in silence, paying tribute to their winners who were absent from the podium.
The SPF immediately issued a statement confirming the sad news of A's dissolution.
Jiang Shu finally accepted an interview with the media, acknowledging his dereliction of duty while expressing that he would resign from all his positions at SPF and stay away from the entertainment industry.
On that day, there were piercing fireworks and firecrackers on the outskirts of the city, as if celebrating a wealthy day in a hundred years.
On that day, countless people on the Long Street cried farewell with tears, accused the company of negligence and negligence, and demanded that SPF's senior officials repay blood debts.
Everything is in a hurry, making people feel that these eight years are not a big dream.
No one can spend the day rationally and calmly.
Most people in the gem were shocked to understand the meaning of the announcement.
First, Chi Ji left, and the crown decided to disband.
Will the crown that got the crown disappear?
Shouldn’t it be a day of celebration today? Why is Chichi gone? In the end what happened? ?
More people do not believe the news of death at all, and are looking for flaws in this matter from various clues.
There is a problem with the rescue time, there is a problem with the company's security, has the psychiatrist ever made regular visits?
Even if white candles and white flowers lay all over the hall, there were still many people who stubbornly believed that Chi Ji was not dead.
Others were running and shouting, scolding SPF as a murderous company and a wasteful dim sum of dereliction of duty.
Sunny sister and jewels who came to mourn cry red eyes and couldn't sleep for several nights.
They stacked thousands of pure white paper boats for Chi Ji, and each boat raised its wings and high sails, leading the soul to heaven.
When the funeral officially began, Huo Jian went.
He was wearing a flat, black suit, and the white gauze beside his arm was striking.
When Su Dong finally stood in front of him with the intention list, hesitantly hesitated to speak.
Huo Jian glanced at the signature, and his eyes fell on Mei Shengyao's vacancy, as well as the last line of "Long Ji", and nodded for a long time.
"Give me, let me sign."
From this day on, his last home was crushed into powder, and there has been no return since.
-2-
Chi Ji believes in religion. At the beginning of the Mass, there were priests and a group of people praying and blessings, and the large hall was silent.
Whether he was an adopted child, his adoptive parents were sad and sad, but still expressed his desire to stay in the country.
To dust, to earth, to light.
In the second since the funeral began, Huo Jian never looked at anyone again.
Long Ji once asked about his status. The latter said nothing, and even gave his eyes no longer.
He was trapped in the darkness and could not get out completely.
Unfamiliar chants hovered over the dome, with low weeping and choking noises in the distance.
Instead, Huo Jian felt a sense of emptying, and there was no tears at this moment.
He gazed quietly at the coffin covered with flowers and another person who slept in strange looks.
The blood slowed down, and even the heartbeat was sinking.
He recalled the last sentence he and Chi Ji said, recalling how Ji Ji jumped from the cage and danced against the wind in the blooming white epiphyllum.
The heart started to have colic again.
All memories and thoughts can no longer escape this shackle, he seems to be sinking and falling, his soul is struggling to see no light.
Ji Ji was stimulated.
But if it is gender humiliation, if it is just those swear words, he will definitely be able to carry it.
But if Han Qu gave Chi Ji an illusion personally or personally, he felt that he was the burden of the whole A and the burden of everyone-
"Chi Chi's depression is closely related to you," Dr. Wu once gently advised: "If you want him to feel that he needs and cares about you, so that he can have a sense of belonging and identity, the treatment will become smoother. "
"His love for you is the most real and the hottest."
"People with depression are easily guilty of self-incrimination, which is why they need physical warning nets."
"Once he was born with too much burden on everyone, it was an illusion that he owed too much criminal debt..."
Huo Jian sighed violently, and his heart was tightened again, so painful that he almost knelt down to support his body.
The pain was running through his body like an electric current.
Pei Ru also quickly picked up before he fell down, motioned for others to take the speech, and quickly walked to the medical room not far away, carrying his shoulders.
Before he could walk out a few steps, the young man covered his heart with one hand and broke free of his support, staggering back.
Then he knelt beside the coffin and couldn't cry anymore with red eyes.
Qi Ding, who was standing in the distance, looked stunned, and looked at Su Rong interrogatively.
Should we... tell him?
Su Rong shook his head silently.
There are too many variables and they can’t afford to gamble now.
Wait at least another two years.
At the end of the funeral, Huo Jian slowly stood up.
He turned and walked away, no longer saying goodbye to anyone.
He knows that everyone has his own destination and has his own future and life.
Even if Chi Ji is not dead, the six people who get married in the future will not necessarily be able to live in a big house as they had hoped for in the past.
All he felt at this moment was betrayal.
Xie Lianyun signed his understanding, and Bo Jiu signed his understanding.
But Long Ji, I called your brother for so many years.
why?
Why exactly? ? ! !
He suddenly stepped into the air, and was completely swept away by consciousness in the next second, and returned to chaos again.
-3-
Los Angeles, seaside villa.
The butlers and maids were rarely busy, adding new furniture and decorations in and out.
Their boss finally seemed to have the intention to marry and start a family, and actually took a person home-there are not so many young golden bachelors, and it seems that there is a problem if you don't fall in love.
But the person that Pei Ru also brought back, although handsome, but pale, seems to have been sick.
When I first brought it back, I had a high fever. I heard that I vomited several times on the plane.
Afterwards, the fever was lowered by drugs, but he was like a blind person. He didn't look at anyone. He came to the house for a month and never said anything.
The young man seemed to turn into ice and fell deep into a corner of the room, sleeping in a blanket.
Reluctant to communicate with anyone, the amount of food consumed per day is too small, and it is necessary to rely on nutrition needles to maintain the state.
Anyone who read it felt distressed, even if he didn't know who he was.
The young man had a deep face, and at first glance was a good boy with sharp edges.
Why is it so sick, how long will it take to get better?
The top psychologists often come to the consultation, and other medical staff also come and go.
The disease names are cardiac neurosis, stress disorder syndrome, moderate anxiety and severe depression.
Pain in the heart is a manifestation of internal emotions, and is not an organ disease in itself.
But there will be bursts.
When Pei Ruye first worked late at night, he noticed that he curled up in a lethargy, and his face was sore and pale.
Later, he gradually accompanied him to sleep, and continued to give a sense of security with body temperature and arms.
Treatment is still ongoing.
Instantly spent in spring and summer, early autumn is approaching.
The fame and fortune disputes of Shidu all turned into a distant horn sound, which was blown away by the sunshine and sea breeze here to almost no longer exist.
SPF, Zebi, OSC, and entertainment circles have all become abstract symbols under the isolation of distance.
Pei Ru also looked down for a long time when he signed, and unconsciously defended Huo Jian for a few words.
"Anyway...Blade will get better."
"The patient was in a highly stressed environment for several years when he was a child, and he also witnessed the whole process of the mother's domestic violence." The doctor explained patiently: "According to your narration, as well as his current state, the death of the best friend and the disappearance of belonging Two things, in fact, exploded all his negative emotions and painful memories since his childhood, expanding his sense of being attacked and insecure to the top."
"The present symptom is also a kind of self-defense and self-protection. Please give him more tolerance and companionship."
There are four kinds of medicines to be taken every day.
He had difficulty in eating at first, and then the man started to coax and persuade, and then he began to speak.
Pei Ruye is entangled in business and spends most of his time with the dead wood-like youth working. He whispers to him for a long time every day, or takes him in a wheelchair and takes him to the beach for a few laps.
The youth will not answer his inquiry, coldly like a cold stone.
This is a typical symptom of PTSD.
He was stuck in, it was difficult to come out again.
Regardless of the numerous past abuses of childhood, the complete disappearance of the crown and Chi Ji, everything is completely subverting his self-awareness.
Instead, contact with reality will become more painful.
"Huo Jian, your choice is A, which is the work of Uncle Jiang and the entire SPF for ten years."
"It's not any small group that followed the trend, it's not a free and casual idol."
"You and the five other people in A will share the sacrifice of living and dying with this group."
"Once this decision is made, there will never be a way back."
The phantom in memory sat in front of him like a lantern man at the crossroads.
"All contracts cannot bind everything stated."
"All will be sacrificed to endless fame and fortune."
The man crossed his fingers between his lips, his eyes insightful and compassionate.
"Huo Jian, now you have the right to leave for the last time."
He hesitated and stretched out his hand, wanting to read again what was written in black and white on the contract.
But when he picked it up, it was Chi Ji's gentle smile.
teacher.
I listened to you and sacrificed everything, didn't I?
Eating, sleeping, .
Love, emotions, words.
Health, space, .
But why do even souls become sacrifices?
They are the youngest group ever to win the crown, and they received the highest honor and recognition in the sixth year of their debut.
The price is-
His family, his home, all of him.
When Pei Ruye pushed the door in again, Huo Jian sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window wrapped in a blanket, and a red leaf fell on his knee.
The latter silently dangled his eyelashes and looked back at the door for a long time.
FALSE is expected to be a finalist this year. After the mad annexation of resources, it has risen all the way. The marketing event has made explosions every month. The popularity in the headless mainland has skyrocketed like the beginning of another round of god-making.
Just today, the leader has spoken out and said that he will take the team to win the crown.
His blade is still ill and he can't be in a hurry.
Even if you go back to your country, you need to recuperate your body back to its original state, and many things must be arranged step by step.
Even if Huo Jian didn't take action, Pei Ru also planned to do things and did not intend to leave any way for the Han family.
He knew that Blade Edge was stimulated to a sudden breakdown, and there was no way to slow down.
But the Han family must be uprooted and cut into blood.
He couldn't let go, Huo Blade was even more unlikely to let go.
"Drinking two glasses of water today has made great progress." Pei Ru also sat beside him, placing the computer in front of them without moving the red leaves on his lap.
"Would you like to watch a few videos?"
Huo Jian looked at the screen indifferently without giving any response.
Pei Ru also helped him wrap the blanket and leaned over to open the document.
The flash of the picture is an interview video of Mei Heng. The picture quality is blurred and distorted to yellow, which is very characteristic of the last century.
Huo Jian's breath stopped for a few seconds, and he had a psychedelic sense of dreaming again.
Mei Heng was still selling fish on the street when he was fifteen. After being spotted by scouts, he strayed into the business. He made his debut with the album the following year, and burst into popularity.
He had a handsome face when he was young, and now he is well maintained.
He became famous as a young man, and when he was eighteen, he gave a personal concert at Shidu Stadium.
A variety of criticisms and rumors followed.
Car accident door, Yange door, plagiarism door, he has been in the art for more than 20 years, standing on the cusp of fame and fortune and controversy, still with a calm posture and a warm smile.
He sat next to the host, slowly telling his story.
How to be appreciated unexpectedly, how to write songs and compose all night.
He was in a car accident when he was red, and his best friend died soon after suffering a serious illness.
The heavy blows are like falling into the vortex of fate.
"Do you have anything to say about the new generation of peers?"
The man pondered for a moment and looked at the camera again.
Huo Jian subconsciously stepped back a bit, as if he was looking directly at him in the illusion.
Mei Heng reviewed the many ups and downs of his life in the first forty minutes, and the expression at this moment was nostalgic and relieved.
He paused for a few seconds before speaking, and his voice contained power.
"You will continue to move forward on the basis of fatigue and pain."
"You have to choose against the criticism and slander."
"You want to be the only light."
Huo Jian watched Mei Heng tremble slightly, breathing deeply, trying to control himself.
He was suddenly taken away from the endless loose state, and the real and lingering air began to expand in his lungs.
Past, present, Future.
Suffering and glory caused him to be thrown until he could not find his heartbeat.
Every sentence seemed to sound yesterday, letting him see the lonely and stubborn self before he had formed a group.
He was about to forget about the past of this video.
All the memories about A are too deep, as if he was born and grew up in the same family with five other people, and will never be separated in this life.
Instead, all the memories before officially joining A were blurred to the point that they never existed.
Pei Ru also helped him wipe his cheeks with the back of his finger and opened another video again.
A young and thin boy sat in front of the camera and looked at them with a smile and blinked his eyes, quite confident when he was fifteen or sixteen.
"Hello, I am Huo Blade."