There is a messy rooftop, with an old wooden chair in the middle, a brown wooden guitar, a silhouette under the orange afterglow of the sunset. Looking into the distance, there is deep confusion and persistence in the sight.

I'm alone talking about love

After sending love away

Choked in the memories I woven

Even if you are far away

I hope you are happy

Please keep my love deep in my heart

If there is a next life

We will love each other again then

In the next life, no longer retreat because of fate

Soothing chords, without super cool techniques, just simple melody. Supple and gentle. It seems to be casually provoked. It exudes the laziness of the morning. The eyes are half-dream and half-awake, and there is a little love for the morning sun, and there is a little nostalgia for the bed beneath us. If you just simply listen to the melody of the guitar, it may be a way to relax for us. However, when the comfortable voice is mixed with the vicissitudes of hoarseness, the comfort in your heart is gone, leaving only a kind of infarction that does not vomit or feel happy. The hoarse

The vicissitudes of life are just passing through the ears, stimulating your hearing and disturbing your mood. The fingers are still sliding on the strings without any strength. It seems that the next second will stop because of dizzy sleepiness. However, the bent body and the blue veins in the neck tell us that he is awake and very awake at this moment. The sound of roaring, the sadness of the cuckoo crying blood. The hoarseness is full of deep desire. I can't go back, and everything can't go back. There are sighs, sadness, and the desire in despair that cannot be erased.

Han Jiahang vented his inner feelings in a self-abuse way, and fully displayed the song.

"Smacking"

A thin but rapid applause came from the back of the camera. Park pd looked at Han Jiahang with a sad look, with a feeling of sadness on his face, perhaps because he was brought up some sad memories of the past. "Great," "Jia Hang, really great." There was no gorgeous praise, just a few simple words repeated from his mouth.

"Hahaha." His face was a little pale, and there was already clearly visible sweat on his forehead. A song seemed to have taken away all his strength. However, the darkness in his heart was still under his heart. Alas, it was really hard to forget.

"Uncle Park. It's been a month."

"Well, it's been a month. My shooting is over." There was a strong sense of helplessness in his tone. Although I have been following this child occasionally for a month. However, in the past month, I still saw a lot of things from this child. His talent, his humor, his persistence, and his breath that comes out from time to time, is it lonely? Who knows? pd shook his head gently.

"Ah. It's great. Finally, I don't have to look at the lieutenant mouse anymore. I live under surveillance every day." Han Jiahang showed a big smile on his face, as if he was finally liberated.

Park PDF looked at the child who was smiling in front of him, who was a little idiot. Although his smile was cheerful, the palpitations in his eyes were still unnecessarily ignored.

Time was in a daze, and it was almost the end of January. It was only two months before Han Jiahang's debut. The company's planning department had already started to operate in full. A blank was set up on the company's official website, uploading all Han Jiahang's personal information. Han also accepted a household registration-like inspection of the company, from his family, school, to his personal relationships. He had seriously warned him to sort out his personal relationship problems. After Han Jiahang's repeated promises, he finally ended this unforgettable experience. As time approached, Han Jiahang was even more busy. Album recording, MV shooting, first stage practice, and some messy things. Therefore, recently, Han Jiahang has always felt like a spinning top on the ice. There is no possibility of stopping, because there is always a whip behind him and paying attention to himself at all times.

"Jiahang, start recording tomorrow, protect your voice and pay attention to rest. You don't need to participate in your acting class during this period." Agent Huang Mingyu said to Han Jiahang, who was chanting Amitabha in front of him and nodding constantly.

"Yeah. I understand." In a daze, Brother Mingyu's mosquito-like voice came from his ears. His eyes were vaguely looking up at the time on the wall.1.15am.

"Brother, let's go here today. I'll go back to bed and call me tomorrow."

After saying that, he walked towards his room in a blur.

......

Inside the recording studio of MS.

"Jiahang. Love, you are a pig." The voice of the producer teacher came from outside the glass into the headset.

"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Han Jiahang kept apologizing. His face looked humble and Han Jiahang's unconfident voice added to it, which made Kim Taeyeon next to him laugh from time to time.

"Come again. I'll tell you the little bastard. If it doesn't work, you won't have to come out." Theone's voice came.

"yes."

"Ice cream love, heartbeat imagination

Sweet heart-warming slowly

Hope to fall into a moment of happiness

Go close, feel, myseelesslove”

The music just started and it broke again. Han Jiahang's heart was thrust tightly in an instant. Oh my God, you can't be wrong again. Looking at the teacher outside the glass, he looked like he wanted to eat people. Han Jiahang felt scared. Fortunately, there was glass between them, otherwise it would be troublesome if he was eaten.

"Han Jiahang, do you really don't want to come out today?" The voice kept climbing, "I found that those who say you are insulting the pig's IQ. You are simply inferior to pigs."

"Pigs are fatter than you."

Of course I am fatter than me, otherwise, can the pork be so delicious?

"You are just a piece of wood. You can't even burn the fire."

How is it possible? It is easier to burn firewood by rotten wood. Teacher, do you have common sense in life? You despise you. Seriously despise it.

"Feeling, emotion. The songs you wrote are sung like this. Look at Taeyeon, have you ever been in love?"

"Yes, teacher, I get it. Give me ten minutes."

"Get out now."

.........

"I'm the only one

Please pretend that you don't know and go away

Don't even look at each other

On a day like wind and sand

Don't give me anything

I'm the only one who gave up

I'm the only one hiding tears

Just like the first time meeting

Like a stranger

Just walk away that way, just that

I'm alone talking about love

After sending love away

Choked in the memories I woven

Even if you are far away

I hope you are happy

Please keep my love deep in my heart

If there is a next life

We will love each other again then

In the next life, no longer retreat because of fate.”

"Okay, it's over. The last song tomorrow." The teacher's voice came. In half a month, three songs. This speed shows that the teacher's pursuit of excellence is enough. It also shows Han Jiahang's sadness.

(Chapter 1 of the New Year, I wish you a late year. Since you have a lot of hands, you are trying to find your feelings. It’s a bit rough and you’ll be very grateful)

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Chapter completed!