PS: I'm back!

From last month to now, I basically spent time in the countryside, just took a change of clothes, attended my nephew's wedding and came back a few times, last month and the beginning of this month, the continuous rainstorm pit miserably me, heavy losses, dozens of acres of saplings almost died, only Fa Tong and a little holly survived, hair is almost white, a few tantrums smashed a lot of things, but God is capricious, and there is no use for eggs.

Until yesterday, I was still busy with these bad things, the more people mixed the better, the more I was mixed, the more depressed I was, the difference between people and people was sometimes really desperate, especially when I saw that my nephews who were about the same age as me had started a family, I was still confused, what did I have an accident, and I finally saved some money, and I haven't covered it yet, and God has slapped me again.

This PS can be regarded as an explanation with a complaint.,It's a lot of pressure.,Forgive me!

After a few more conversations, under the red sky outside the window, the sunset dragged the shadow of the city longer and longer, and dusk was approaching.

Quan Baogen raised his wrist to look at the time, and joked: "It's time to get off work, for the sake of today's hard acting, how about letting me leave half an hour early?"

"Heh......" It was as if his brain was stiff, and Ahn Junhyuk, who turned his head when he heard the voice, was stunned for a moment, only to wake up and laugh, but his expression was very light, and he just barely pulled the corners of his mouth: "Okay, approve your early departure." ”

With that, he sat down again and picked up the pen again.

The faint laughter did not attract resonance, he raised his head again, and on the other side, Quan Baogen had already restrained his smile, looked at him silently, saw him coming, and asked, "You are not leaving?"

“……”

Ahn Jun-hyuk did not answer. Shrugged, his fingers stirred Wen Jiàn to make a rattling sound, signaling that he still had to work.

Then he saw that Quan Baogen sighed, "I wanted to say it before...... I don't know exactly what the situation is, but I want to come to your character. Things in the business field are nothing at all, no matter how big a setback is, it can't knock you down, the rest is nothing more than feelings......" Speaking of this, Quan Baogen paused, as if he wanted to brew something to express.

But after turning a few times in the air with one hand and making a few meaningless gestures, he looked at Ahn Junhyuk's silent appearance behind the desk, and the words that came to his throat did not come out after all, and sighed again. Get up suddenly.

“…… In short, things always have to be faced, and I always try my best to do something else, thinking that I can forget it, but in fact, there is nothing but injury......

Then he departed, and in a rare manner uttered this plaisative remark, and left in a panic. I don't know if it was because he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was not suitable for him to teach, or if the heartfelt sigh was faintly leaking. Shamefully chose the road and fled.

In any case, the spacious space has finally returned to quiet.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glow penetrates the glass, stains the floor red like the sky, and then faints and shoots against the wall. The faint sound of the door closing was long gone, and only the little movement of air remained. The crystal pendant hanging from the ceiling was slightly stirred, and the edges and corners of the crystal reflected the wisps of orange, which rotated gently.

It's just that he was dragged into a gloom by the shadow of the light projected from behind.

The faint light was silent, and the shadows were lingering. He remained motionless, the tip of the pen between his fingers hovering in what seemed to freeze, until at one point, when it suddenly fell, and the splash of ink stained the paper.

He leaned heavily on the back of his chair with a sigh, one hand on the armrest, his fingers penetrating his short hair and rubbing a dejected rustle—

-- Trying to work so hard that I forgot something for a while suddenly came to naught.

Actually, he didn't want to run away.

A long time ago, when he was a teenager, Ahn Joon-hyuk understood a truth: life is not a matter that can be debated. When a person is born, it is a fact for him to the world, it is also a fact of what kind of environment he was born in, and what he does is also a fact.

Even if the collision between the sperm and the egg is full of accidents, the moment it becomes a reality, the result is already predestined.

Whether it is male or female, it is a probability rather than a philosophy or superstition, it is impossible to speculate a thing or two, or even burn incense and worship the Buddha to give change.

All that's left is to accept the results.

In Ahn Joon-hyuk's life experience, accepting results is never a rush to achieve results.

Because no one can guarantee that the result is what they want, when they are not satisfied with the result, they always have to make changes. Whether it is to change oneself or change the result of an event, it is not a problem that can be suddenly transparent and can be solved at one time.

He just wanted to be quiet, to block out the noisy and chaotic thoughts for a while, or to sit silently or be busy.

In a different way, you don't have to be strangled so tightly.

Time passed little by little without stopping, and the dusk outside the window deepened and sank......

Hundreds of meters away from the same street, in the same glow that penetrated the windows, in the quiet corridor of S.M, the music and beats that had been faintly wafting out from between the closed doors gradually stopped.

The smell of sweat evaporating after an afternoon of activity was mixed with the aromas of the girls with different hobbies, the younger ones chased and ran by, the slightly older ones complained about fatigue, laughed or discussed some problems in the exercises, and the teachers, whose ages and trainees did not seem to be very different, responded to the polite greetings of familiar students while chatting with their colleagues about their own interests.

And every time, I pinched the time, deliberately walked out of the office, and inspected the expressionless faces of the section leaders who came and went.

The hustle and bustle that had been silent for an afternoon suddenly erupted, and for these trainees, teachers, and class leaders, it was just a very ordinary day among the countless days of S.M, even the soon-to-be-debuted "Girls' Generation" team was just an afternoon without any highlights in the busy debut preparations.

Of course, there are still unexpected factors.

“…… I want to stress again, from this month onwards, nothing of your business is no longer your own business, let alone a private matter, I hope that all of you will see yourself as part of the team, be strict with yourself, and arrange your diet, sleep, training intensity and emotional life in strict accordance with the regulations issued by the company......"

In the spacious practice room, the CD player that used to hold the songs has also been turned off, and the head of the section assigned by the company to temporarily lead the "Girls' Generation" stands in front of the huge mirror wall and solemnly "threatens", and the girls reflected in the mirror sit cross-legged and accept the "threat" with a stern face.

Although he had just finished training and was still out of breath, no one dared to slack off or make careless unwise moves at this time.

The closer they get to their debut, the more they can feel the difference between being an artist and being a trainee. The gap between amateur and professional is not only a change in status and a tilt in the company's resources, but also a hellish management that comes with it.

There are detailed and clear rules on what you should eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day, when you should practice, when you should rest, what drinks you should drink, and what drinks you strictly prohibit. Even the company has formed a special group, and in the past few days, they have been called one by one to talk, and they have not covered it up, and the section leaders in charge of the conversation have clearly told them that from this month, the company will ask them to end all their love lives, because they do not need such "cumbersome" things for the next year or even longer.

For the girls who are still in the flower season, this qiē is naked and cold, but in the same way, the company also uses resolute means to tell them how ruthless the company is to the members who violate the above regulations!

However, there are some people who do not seem to be within the scope of strict regulation.

After a lot of clichés, he finally ended his tirade with satisfaction in a silent center, and before leaving, he glanced at the girls in front of him again, one, two, three...... Seven, eight, he ignored the fact that there was a lack of one person, and coughed dryly: "Okay, give you 2 hours of rest, the evening class schedule is posted outside the door, everyone prepare, disband!"

Pacing out the door.

After his figure disappeared, the stagnant atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed, Xiuying, who had always maintained a serious appearance, sighed, the whole person lay on the ground and did not want to get up, Xiaoxian, who was pressed by her legs, weakly pulled her, Kwon Yoo-ri, who had always been the most energetic, watched Xiuying play with a smile, her eyes were blank; Xiaoyuan and Stephanie looked left and right happily, and they didn't know what they were happy about.

Xiuyan, who is usually the laziest, lives up to expectations and leans against the corner, I don't know if she is asleep, next to her is Sunny, a new member of the team, a short girl, the reason why she stays next to Xiuyan, probably because...... It's the most deserted, the most inconspicuous, right?

After all, the place that Xiuyan will automatically choose when she is half asleep and half awake is most likely the angle that has no sense of zài......

With all these things in mind, Taeyeon made all kinds of judgments in her heart.

It's a recent habit to observe the members and get to know them better. It's not that she was suddenly bent by someone, but the company has already informed her, if there is no accident, she will be the captain of Girls......' Generation!