Even though the door in front of him looked very heavy, the sounds outside were still like waves, pouring into Pei Yourong's ears without missing a beat.
Unbeknownst to most people, Pei Yourong came to the backstage of the live broadcast stage, at a time when she still had a long time to recover.
But she did have a reason to come.
Pei Yourong stood quietly in front of the closed door. The PD came to tell her earlier that if her selection was announced outside, the door would be opened.
She will also walk out from here and meet familiar or unfamiliar faces again.
While Pei Yourong was waiting, many memories flashed back scene by scene, starting from that morning when the bus engine started. Although the sound outside was so noisy, those memories did not become confused because of it, but became clearer.
"Rongxi, it's your turn soon."
"Really, what's my rank?"
"You are one! Number one!!"
For a moment, Pei Yourong was in a trance.
She didn't understand why the staff in front of her was so excited.
Just when Pei Yourong was about to thank the other party, the door was opened from both sides.
The overwhelming light broke into the door like a strong wind, making Pei Yourong couldn't help but squint her eyes. She couldn't tell where the light came from. In short, it was as blazing as the sun.
Because it resembles the sun, Pei Yourong can still feel its presence when he closes his eyes.
So gorgeous.
From very early on, Pei Yourong thought that participating in the draft was to give Pei Zhuxuan the best reunion, but later she realized that her legs seemed to have taken root on this ground.
Pei Yourong seems to be unable to leave the stage.
She panted extremely greedily and forcefully, and the shapeless air that belonged to the stage was hidden in her throat bit by bit, and finally turned into round and hot particles and returned to the ground.
Facing everyone, Pei Yourong smiled.
The air is nice tonight, just a little salty, she thought.
…
In the eyes of the audience, the huge door on the stage was opened.
Those shouts of shock merged into a wave of sound in an instant, slowly and paradoxically sweeping through the night sky of Incheon.
"How long is summer?"
The specific number is unknown to the girls above the altar and next to the stage. Maybe this summer has long gone, or maybe the end of this summer is not over yet.
But they always know that it takes a long distance to run from the altar to the center of the stage.
Very long.
But someone will be there in the blink of an eye.
Throughout the summer night, only the cameras remained silent, faithfully recording everything that happened on the stage.
Never missed.
On the big screen, the protagonist in the picture is a girl.
An Youzhen was running hard.
Her legs seemed to have grown as vigorous as this midsummer, and her hair was constantly dancing due to excessive exertion, and her tail was swinging in the air in a beautiful and chaotic arc.
got windy.
Just when everyone thought that An You was really going to break into that person's arms carrying all the light that could be seen on this summer night, at that moment when he was only one step away, She stopped suddenly again.
Like all the viewers who watched the big screen, An Youzhen, who was closer, also saw the white gauze hidden under the beret of the girl who reunited with her again, with only a small corner exposed.
And that dazzling cast on my wrist.
How to describe An Youzhen's heart at this time is appropriate.
A little nervous or a little timid?
The beating sound in the heart was like a drum, as if it was about to jump out of the chest at any time.
But why did she dare not take another step forward to pull away the invisible thread that separated the two people even though she had clearly reached the end point.
Every second he stayed in place, his restless heart beat harder.
At the back, An Youzhen seemed to hear her heart speaking.
Hurry! Pounce quickly!
"You're here."
"I'm coming."
Tick.
Tick, tick.
An Youzhen's tears were dripping, and she was a little quiet. Sadness was probably silent.
It was incompatible with this noisy night.
But the deafening murderer is not the audience.
Missing me is responsible for the noise.
"Would you like a hug?"
Pei Yourong could only move one hand as usual. When she stretched out her left hand, she used the same tone as before.
The audience at the live broadcast was lucky enough to watch a drama for free.
As for the script, the scene in front of me has a nice name.
"Girls Embrace"
They are like two blazing gears, tightly embedded in each other without any gaps.
With a trembling heart.
Above the grand stage, the shouts of many spectators came one after another, mixed with the noisy background music, and almost drowned out the two girls who looked extremely weak and insignificant on the stage.
But the sound of the beating heart came so clearly and powerfully, and accompanied by An Youzhen's whimpering like a dying puppy, the noise seemed to be cut off from the rest of the world.
"I miss you."
"Me too."
Only a few days have passed, why does the hug again take on the meaning of a long absence?
The moonlight particularly favored the two people embracing each other. When it fell on them, it also illuminated the dust on the road, especially like the paper flowers at a celebration.
"Why do you keep crying?"
"Unnie too."
The two smiled softly, and their warm breaths almost melted each other's tears.
"I thought Ernie wouldn't come."
Uncontrollably, An Youzhen's mind flashed back to Pei Yourong's weak smiling face at that time, so the intensity of her hug became more and more careful, as if she was carrying some precious porcelain, which would be broken if she used a little force.
On the big screen, the audience saw Pei Yourong smiling suddenly.
In the heat, Pei Yourong had a lot to say to An Youzhen, but he didn't know where to start.
The training diary exposed in front of everyone, at first glance, covers the entire draft journey of the girls.
But from April to September, in the time train called spring and summer, the colorful carriages carry so many happy and touching moments, which can't be accommodated by narrow pieces of paper.
They have passed through seasons and time, and are spread between the narrow dormitory and the grand stage. Laughing is just a sentence, sweating is an article, writing begins at dusk, and dawn is countless title pages.
All the memories are put together into a poem, and now Pei Yourong writes the last line——
"Happy birthday to you, An Youzhen."
Hidden under the sand, people finally got a glimpse of the summer of 2018.
It is a hot, girly heart.
