The moonlight was filled with the night that made all the sons heartbroken, paving the way to where they didn't know. The dark light seemed to lengthen the heartache for everyone, like this extended figure, the slender sweat flowed down, mixed with tears, condensed into a piece, along the handsome face, lowered from the chin, ticking, but the cold ground could not feel a trace of warmth.

Guardian, such a difficult word, penetrates the heart. Long Zhiyan's body felt a little weak. The load-bearing running just now seemed to have lost his strength. He found a corner, leaned gently, and slowly followed the trend.

The cold ground had no feelings for Long Zhiyan at this moment, and the diffusing early summer heat did not feel anything about him. He leaned quietly against this wall, as if he had found comfort.

Kwon Yuri ran vigorously, and her makeup that was washed away by tears made her originally beautiful posture dim, but the stubbornness still appeared on her face.

It was so quiet that the sound of the wind and the performances were completely heard. The arousing melody was completely different from when I was just a girl's generation.

There is such a gap in one day, one place.

"Long Zhiyan!" Kwon Yuri looked at the person who could not find him, but the image of that person was truly engraved in her heart.

"Yuri." Jung Soo-yeon's face was a little pale. She was weak and slowly reached out to lean on Kwon Yoo-ri's shoulder. Then Xu Zhuxian ran over.

"I know you are here! I know you can hear it!" Kwon Yuri shouted at Kongkong's dangdang's surroundings, her hard and strong voice roaring with tears. This person who has always been known for his strength can't bear the control of his tears at this moment, and she rushed straight, "I tell you, you are now a member of Girls' Generation, and will always be a member of Girls' Generation in the future, and will always be a member of Girls' Generation!"

Long Zhiyan, who was staying in the corner of the wall, curled up tightly. The liquid that could no longer tell whether it was tears or sweat slowly covered the entire outline, but no matter how warm it was, it could not be wrapped in the cold heart.

"Little Dragon, North Star..." Zheng Xiuyan's voice trembled a little. This person who looked so strong on the outside was the most fragile among everyone. Her voice seemed to be tied to tears. "...I will never leave the North Star."

The sound was continuous, a bit sad and weak, but it seemed like a speaker that had been amplified countless times penetrated into the ears.

"Brother Xiaolong..." Xu Zhuxian shouted a name loudly, and tears washed away her tender but high-spirited face. She didn't say much, but she felt that she had said everything she wanted to say, and expressed her discomfort, complaints, nostalgia, and longing in her heart.

At this moment, the songs of the Oriental God and the support of the Crazy Fairy Queen who were performing in a hot manner were separated by this world. The noise that was gone was as loud as the ancient Miyin, which had been destroyed with the change of history, and everything gradually drifted away. At this moment, all he heard was the shouts of these few people, touching every nerve of his.

It took him a little time to stand up, and the moonlight shone on his body, with a bit of mottledness - a man stood in front of him.

Looking up, it was a familiar face.

The face that had been following the starlight on his back could not see the big look, but the faint dimness and the light that shone through the concert reflected on him, and it was only a bit clearer.

"Are you okay?" His voice was a little gentle.

"It's okay." Long Zhiyan tried to smile.

"I don't know if I still remember me," the man's face was calm and cheerful, "Hong Shengcheng, president of cube entertainment company."

"I'm sorry, I don't know you." Long Zhiyan frowned, and naturally knew who this person was. However, it was obvious that "Long Zhiyan" had never seen this person before. The one who had seen him should be "Long Zhiyan". Although Long Zhiyan had withdrawn from Girls' Generation, this secret was about to die and sink forever.

"It doesn't matter, I'll know you," Hong Shengcheng's lips smiled lightly, "Long Zhiyan, right? The twin brother of Jiyeon, a former member of Girls' Generation?"

"Hello." The polite words emerged. Even so, Long Zhi's slightly stunned words were still a bit cold and repulsive.

"This is the registration form for our company's first trainee selection tomorrow." Hong Shengcheng took a piece of paper from his black bag.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Long Zhiyan turned around and left.

"Girls' Generation..." Long Zhiyan, who was leaving, seemed to hear the name that shocked him, "Do you want to protect?"

Stopped, Long Zhiyan's steps stopped, and the sound of stepping on the concrete floor remained with a last muffled groan.

The wandering dark clouds were finally dispelled by the cold moonlight, but the blooming clouds obscured the twinkling stars.

"You are Chinese, and I wonder if you have heard of the word "Looking at the mountains at a glance"?" Hong Shengcheng's words were short and powerful. "When you stand at the highest, the world will look up to you, and no one around you dares to bully you. This is protection, eternal protection."

"Of course, this is not the most important thing," the words just paused for a moment, and put Long Zhiyan's thoughts into his thoughts. Hong Shengcheng said again: "What is important is whether you have such a dream - standing on the highest stage, enjoying the glory, applause, and releasing your infinite brilliance?"

"I think you may know," Hong Shengcheng's words always have a bit of sleekness. "This circle is not easy, you will get a lot, but at the same time, you will also lose a lot, sometimes, maybe it is still disproportionate, just like... tonight, but after hard work, you may be sad, maybe sad, but at least, you will feel no regrets, at least, you have never slacked off."

"This form..." Hong Shengcheng smiled faintly, walked over, put the paper in Long Zhiyan's hand, "...I hope you can use it."

Hong Shengcheng's figure was far away, and the moonlight could not even find a range to be touched. The misty black was attached to the surroundings. The only thing was the light slightly scattered from the performance venue next to him, but it was just shining on the ground next to Long Zhiyan, and he was still dark.

"This is protection, eternal protection..."

"At least, you have never slacked off..."

Long Zhiyan's whole body was tightly tense.

How heavy is the weight of dreams? It seems that this difficult problem has never been discovered. When we were young, we dreamed of becoming a scientist, and the colorful creations belonged to the hope of our minds. Later, we wanted to become celebrities, wearing endless rays of clouds. On the stage, we were emperors and supreme. When we grew up, all these dreams were tempered by the years. Until one day, we jumped back and saw the vague traces. Even though they had already washed white, they were still engraved in our hearts.

How heavy is friendship? You may laugh and brag and spank together, or yell at the top of the parking lot together, or even escape from the control of the company and secretly go to other places to celebrate Christmas. Any absurdity has passed through the word "friend", which is friendship that allows people to sink into despair.

Stop, he seemed unable to move among these two scratches.
Chapter completed!