On the way to the company, Kim Dojun deliberately took out his mobile phone and looked at it, except for answering the phone call from Jin's mother in the past two days, the rest of the people were actively blocked by Kim Dojun, not because he didn't want to answer, but he really didn't have any thoughts at all, and when he closed his eyes, it was Shuyan's face.

Whether it's a phone call or a text message, a concern or a comfort, it's all thrown aside.

Young lives fade into their own world, leaving only sadness.

Jin Daojun was in good spirits, looking at the information one by one, Brother Yuan Bin, Brother Gary, Brother Ji, Brother Hudong, Brother Zhiyuan, Jin C, MC Meng...... Even Taeyeon, Jessica, and Sunny sent reassuring text messages to Kim Do-joon one by one.

"OPPA, don't be too sad, since Shuyan is gone, then try to become a better artist!"

The text message from Taeyeon was not very long, the sentences were very warm, and a lot of tearful expressions were deliberately added.

Jin Daojun smiled slightly wryly, this little clever ghost, it's really hard for her to think of it.

Jessica posted more concisely, with only one photograph of the cherub bathed in the glow of holiness and full of happiness.

There is no sickness in heaven, only love and sunshine.

"It's really an iceberg princess, and it's so neat to comfort people!"

Kim Do-jun said lightly.

Sunny said cutely.

"Oppa, don't be too sad, Shuyan doesn't want to see you like this, cheer up! Come on, fighting! ”

Everyone is trying to comfort Kim Do-joon, hoping that he will come out of this incident as soon as possible, after all, life will go on. Kim Do-joon is just a small artist.

Life and death depend on fate, wealth and prosperity are in the sky. An eternal truth. No one can change it.

Fate is like a turntable, there is a fixed number in the dark, and everyone is just moving forward with the turntable.

Han Chenghao has also been in a very bad mood for the past two days, the two of them together haven't said a few words, they are both explosive when touched, and if they don't get a powder keg, they will suddenly explode, so they are far away. Stay in your room and try to avoid seeing each other.

As soon as he entered the recording studio, Kim Do-jun immediately closed the door and locked it, and even Han Sung-ho didn't go in, but was locked outside.

"This guy has a brain pump?"

Han Chenghao was stunned for a moment, looked at the closed door, and said in a low voice.

Shaking his head, he didn't say anything, and walked straight downstairs.

It's better not to mess with him now. People who are in an extremely unstable state still let themselves be alone. If you figure it out and figure it out, you will naturally be relieved.

Kim Do-joon stood alone in the empty recording studio, and suddenly felt that the anger in his whole body was about to be released.

For the sake of being at home, I have been forbearance and forbearance.

Because there is no way to have Brother Cheng Hao and Sister Cheng Mei, and now that I am alone in the recording studio, my whole body is already uncontrollable, and I am a little manic.

Clenched his fists hard, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.

The face was hideous, looking very terrifying, gritting his teeth, desperately suppressing himself.

Just like a spring, the tighter it is pressed, the more it bounces, and if it is not properly guided, Kim Do-joon is likely to collapse.

There is no need to endure it anymore.

Kim Do-jun picked up a stool and threw it vigorously.

There was a "clang" and slammed into the computer screen.

For a moment, the screen burst open, and debris was scattered all over the ground.

The empty computer screen looks extremely scary.

Kim Do-jun didn't get angry, picked up the guitar from the wall, and continued to smash it, like a madman, venting the depression in his heart to his heart.

Keyboards, mice, tuning equipment, scattered all over the floor, and even the floor was full of glass ballast.

The sofa fell to the ground, and the cushions were ripped off by Kim Do-joon.

Throwing away the hat and tearing off the clothes, the entire recording studio was smashed aside by Kim Do-joon, and it was no longer the same.

The last punch shattered the mirror hanging on the wall, and the shards of glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Blood fell from his fist to the floor, and the blood on his hands was terrifying.

And Kim Do-jun didn't seem to realize that he was injured, lowered his head, leaned on the wall with one hand, gasped for breath, turned over endlessly, and slowly squatted in the corner, looking at the mess in the house, calming his restless mood.

The current Kim Do-joon is like a werewolf after a rage, and he has no strength at all.

took off the T-shirt on his upper body, wiped the blood, tore a small piece, and wrapped it tightly before gritting his teeth and tying a dead knot.

The white cotton T-shirt was instantly dyed red.

After venting, Kim Do-jun's mood was much better, and the depression in his heart slowly dissipated.

Sitting alone on the floor, holding his legs in his hands, burying his head in it, humming something from time to time.

After a while, I took out my mobile phone and called Brother Tiger.

smashed the recording studio like this, the boss didn't know that there was still it, and he definitely had to talk about it.

It rang a few times before Tiger answered the phone.

"Hey! Daojun! How's it going, have you had a good rest these two days! ”

Tiger knew about this two days ago, and didn't say anything except sending a text message to say hello, and it was up to Kim Do-joon to walk over on his own, and no one else could help.

"Hmmm! Thank you Brother Tiger! It's almost, by the way, I'll tell you one thing, I just smashed the studio, I'm sorry! ”

Kim Do-jun said weakly.

Since it was smashed, it must be compensated, after all, it is the company's property, and Kim Dojun doesn't want to rely on it, this is not his style of doing things.

"What? You repeat? ”

Tiger suddenly raised a few notions and shouted.

Just now, I was still wondering if I had heard it wrong, and Daojun smashed the recording studio.

Does this kid know how much effort this company's recording studio has put into it, and how much money it has spent.

From the purchase, installation, commissioning of the equipment, to the post-production, the sound insulation materials on the wall. I put it on by myself.

Now Kim Do-joon is telling himself. Smashed the studio.

All of a sudden, my blood pressure went up a lot. I almost spurted blood.

Originally, Tiger's body was not very good, he had a serious illness, and he was recuperating all the time, but who knew that Kim Dojun gave him such a makeover.

"Brother Tiger, I will compensate for all the losses, and ask the equipment company to replace it again tomorrow!" I'm sorry! ”

Kim Do-joon solemnly apologized, his voice was deep and his voice was suppressed.

As soon as I came up, I showed my attitude. Don't be afraid to take responsibility, after all, it's your own fault, there's nothing to say.

When Tiger heard Kim Do-joon's statement, he didn't know what to say, nor did he criticize, and he didn't feel comfortable if he didn't say it.

To know that after you have debugged the recording equipment, it took two days without sleep, two days and two nights without sleep to achieve the best results.

This kid really doesn't cherish good things, it seems that he has to think about it. Can you lend it to him?

I thought for a moment before pursing my lips. Speak.

"Okay, I know, don't do it next time, it's not good for you to be impulsive, and if you can endure it, you can be considered truly mature! I'll be there tomorrow, and I'll wait until I'm coming! ”

Tiger thought about it for a while, but in the end he didn't criticize Kim Do-joon.

On the one hand, Kim Do-joon has been performing well for such a long time, whether it is singing, creating, running announcements and schedules, he is very suitable in all aspects.

On the other hand, Tiger is very optimistic about Kim Do-joon, not only in music, but also in acting, variety shows, and movies, giving him enough space to play freely, and he doesn't know where Kim Do-joon's potential is and what kind of height he can reach.

After hanging up the phone, Kim Do-jun struggled to get up, stepped on the "chirping" sound made by the glass, and came to the piano.

Wipe the debris and glass residue off the piano with one hand, pat the dust off the stool, and sit down.

Close your eyes and think back to what happened in the past two days.

Shuyan's smiling face, Shuyan's innocent eyes, and the expression on Shuyan's father's face were full of mixed feelings for a while.

When he thought of walking past him with a white cloth and pushing Shuyeon, Kim Do-joon's heart still felt like it was being torn hard, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Raise your hands, and you already have inspiration in your heart.

Before he opened his eyes, he began to play on the black and white keys.

Like flowing water, it emits a touching melody with the beating of fingers......

Kim Do-jun sat in front of the piano, Chiguo put on his upper body, and played with his heart.

It seems that he has substituted his thoughts into it, the sound of the piano in the dust, and the moon is bright.

There was a wisp of piano sound in his ears, turning into Jin Daojun's thoughts, and sending it to Shuyan who was far away, hoping that she could be happy on the other side.

Melodious, a kind of rhyme that makes people feel reverberating.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint, all the quietest and best times, the most brilliant wind and frost, and the original appearance, all slowly flowing.

The sound of the piano is like a complaint, after a thousand sails, looking at the years to clarify the heart, is to precipitate all the magnificent waves when you are separated by the sea.

After understanding, under every note, there is a calm and flexible heart.

When the music of the piano sounds, you will feel the speed of his fingertips running and the passion of his body and mind.

The whole person is completely immersed in it, and it seems that every pulse in the whole body has a rhythm.

Kim Do-joon lowered his head from time to time, closed his eyes tightly, and listened carefully to the pleasant sound of the piano.

From time to time, I sit upright, suppress my expression, and enjoy the satisfaction that music brings to me.

In the world of the piano, she uses flowing notes to explain her thoughts.

Kim Do-joon likes the piano because the piano has a quiet sound, no matter how irritable he is, when he hears the melody of the piano, he can immediately calm down, as if he is in the rain and mist.

Kim Do-joon likes the piano because it has a sonorous and powerful sound, and no matter how uncomfortable it is, when he hears the melody of the piano, he can immediately raise his spirits, as if it makes people full of power.

A piece of music was actually played like this.

Kim Do-jun suddenly opened his eyes and was surprised to find it.

In just a few minutes, I played a melody that I had never played before.

While the inspiration was still there, Kim Do-jun hurriedly wrote down the piano and slowly combed it little by little according to the memory of what he had just played.

While auditioning, I wrote the sheet music, and it took about an hour to finish it all.

With a faint smile on his face, Kim Do-jun nodded with satisfaction, stood up, looked at his upper body, and couldn't wear his clothes, what should I do?

Forget it, let's call Brother Cheng Hao!

took out his mobile phone, found Han Chenghao's number, and dialed it.

"Brother Cheng Hao, where are you?"

Kim Do-jun was a little irrational just now, and directly locked Han Sung-ho outside, and now no one knows where he is.

"Me? Hanging out there? What's the matter, you're done venting? ”

Han Chenghao said teasingly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and while answering the phone, he teased the puppy on the side of the road.

It's boring enough. (To be continued......)