Li Wenguang and the others quickly took off all the name plates of Park Bo Young's team, but the Bao Ying team still had four extra name tags, so the game was not over.

"It takes too long to find a memory item, and it's easy for someone to tear it off, so our main target is on their name tag, and if Kim Jong Kook still has a name tag, then we'll stay in the safe zone." Li Wenguang looked at the few people gathered together and said.

This is a sure way to win, it took so long for the two teams to find, but the number of memory items found was only one, and it was found by Li Wenguang's team.

"Haha, we've won this time." Brother Weak Bone shouted excitedly.

"Yes, thanks to Wen Guang." Gary looked at Li Wenguang and said, Song Zhixiao and Liu Zaishi nodded.

The next game was really much simpler, Kim Jong Kook didn't show up, it seems that their team didn't buy extra name tags for Kim Jong Kook.

In the end, Li Wenguang and the others won easily, and Li Wenguang also said goodbye to them: "I'm really happy today, remember to invite me over next time." ”

"Of course, you're our family." Gary said with a smile.

Liu Zaishi stopped Li Wenguang: "Wenguang, I want to talk to you about something, is it convenient for you now?" ”

"What's wrong? In Brother Shi? Li Wenguang asked suspiciously, and then walked to the side with him.

"You know about Hendon." Liu Zaishi said with some sadness, although he has been comforting Zheng Hengdun recently, the effect is still very poor.

"Well, how's Brother Hendon doing now?" Li Wenguang actually took care of himself, but he still had to do such a thing.

"I've been getting worse and worse lately, and I'm often anxious at first." Yoo Jae-seok sighed, he didn't know why Jung Hyung-dun had become like this.

He used to be a very optimistic fat man, but the pressure on the profession of star is really great. Many celebrities have suffered from psychological illness.

Some actors even said that they are crazy, and every time they act in a play, they will be too deeply involved and forget who they are.

"Well, I'll go see him again." Li Wenguang said that he would go to the hospital again tomorrow.

"Hmm. I have time to see him more. Liu Zaishi looked at Li Wenguang and said, because Zheng Hengdun has always had the desire to let Li Wenguang inherit his position.

He is also very optimistic about Li Wenguang, but his identity and status don't seem to need to be an MC, and he is still a foreigner, which makes him a little embarrassed.

Although the world is becoming more and more open and communicative, there are still limits between countries, just like there are closeness and alienation between people.

After the two separated, Li Wenguang sat in Kim Sung-chul's car, and he took out his mobile phone to look at something. Then he turned on the music in the car: "I'm sorry, forgive me for hurting you." ”

"Whose song is this?" Li Wenguang looked at Jin Shengzhe and asked, the thoughts in his heart drifting farther and farther.

"Park Seung-shin's predecessor's "I'm Sorry, And I Love You". Jin Shengzhe said suspiciously, and he didn't know why the expression on Li Wenguang's face had changed.

"She has a very good voice." Li Wenguang squinted his eyes slightly, and his fingers gently tapped his thighs.

"Yes, I like her too, but unfortunately she's gone. Because of heart problems. Kim Sung-chul said with some regret that she died last year. The cause of death was heart problems.

"Heart problems?" Li Wenguang touched his heart.

"Well, so be sure to check your body regularly every year, by the way, my mother just sent me a lot of pear juice, which is very good for the body and can prevent colds. I'll send you a box. Kim Sung-chul said with a smile.

"Okay." Li Wenguang likes to drink pear juice, which is dark brown in color with a hint of sweetness.

While the two of them were talking, they arrived at the door of Li Wenguang's building, and Li Wenguang looked at him and said, "I'll be there later tomorrow." ”

"yes, got it." Kim Sung-cheol and Li Wenguang waved their hands.

Back home. Li Wenguang walked to the edge of the sofa and sat down, then turned on the computer, and he began to make music.

Many people's music is inspired by pain and despair, and at such times their inspiration seems to extend to the end, just like Li Wenguang now.

"Actually, the lyrics don't need to be too much, and brevity may be better." Li Wenguang embraced this philosophy, his fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard.

The other hand is on the piano keys, and occasionally the guitar is played, and the melodica, the snapping of fingers, everything can make up the elements of music.

"'Airbag', that's what this song is called." Li Wenguang thought that although it has the same name as Tablo's song, the form and content of the music are different.

He uses the form of stream of consciousness, using the imagery of various things to express the state of human mental activity, and people can often see life when they are close to death.

"Born to die." Li Wenguang knows the interesting thing about this philosophy: the more people who don't want to die, the easier it is to die, while those who give up can survive.

This song "airbag" expresses the same meaning, the whole song has only four lyrics, throw away your airbag, life is pursued in death.

"Push yourself into a corner to feel true hope." Li Wenguang thought, and then continued to write songs, and he had to finish the whole album at the end of the year.

"Bloodflowers, hopefully like your name." Li Wenguang muttered to himself.

The next day, Li Wenguang came to the hospital to be diagnosed by a female psychiatrist again, she looked at him and said, "You said you have seen a hallucination recently?" ”

"Occasionally, like a spider's web." Li Wenguang looked at her and said.

"It seems to be getting worse, do you want to try hypnotherapy." The female doctor cocked her slender legs and said lightly.

"Hypnotherapy?" Li Wenguang asked.

"Well, it works great, and we can sign a non-disclosure agreement before hypnosis." The female doctor said, taking out some of the documents.

"No need." Li Wenguang refused, with determination in his eyes.

"Okay, then I'll give you a little bit of it, try to relax, and don't think too much about stress." The female doctor looked at Li Wenguang and said.

"Hmm." Li Wenguang said perfunctorily.

Li Wenguang walked out of the hospital with the medicine, and he drove in the direction of the company, thinking about the words of the female doctor.

Jingle bells.

His mobile phone rang at this time, it turned out to be Kim Sung-chul's, and he picked up the phone: "What's wrong?" ”

"How's going on at the hospital?" Kim Sung-cheol asked, a little worried. (To be continued......)