[I was very chic in the face of you, and I turned around and wanted to kill myself]

……

Although the start of work was in a race against time, the recording of the song did not go smoothly.

Song Jingche's state was still affected by allergies.

In addition to the rash on his face, his voice was a little hoarse.

Still coughing.

I rested for half an hour and auditioned twice, but it didn't work.

Soon, his friends in the same group, the rest of the UP boy group, almost finished recording the singles.

His own part, long since it was done.

But then there is the chorus.

Because it doesn't rely on post-production, and it can't lip-synch, everyone is required to be in the state.

In a state like Song Jingche, it is really difficult to record high-quality songs.

The other four members of the men's group, although they did not express any dissatisfaction, the pressure was invisible.

Minutes and seconds passed.

And they have other tasks next, and the schedule is full almost every day.

They tried again.

But halfway through, Song Jingche's throat itched and he couldn't help coughing.

This time the recording failed again.

"I'm sorry everyone......"

He bowed to the other four and the staff, crouched down with his head in his hands.

No one saw the expression on his face at this moment,

Self-blame, sadness.

It's uncomfortable, but it's a little numb.

And the atmosphere in the team has not been very good.

Usually very serious and dull.

Even if they complain about each other and chat normally, they only dare to do it in private, and they are afraid of being caught.

Cui Zhiya looked at the helpless and sympathetic staff:

Then she walked towards Song Jingche, her face slowly faded a little, and finally said:

"Let's take a break."

The rest of the men's group also stepped forward to comfort him.

Kim Jae-deok, who had the best relationship with Song Jingche, helped him up and sat down on the bench.

Cui Zhiya sighed silently, and her eyes showed a little anxiety.

Song Jingche covered his face with a pair of slender hands and sat quietly, unable to see his expression.

Occasional low, suppressed cough......

Several other members of the team and the staff also sat down, happy to be busy.

The desperate and dark emotions in my heart came up.

Song Jingche took a few quick breaths, stood up in a hurry, and went to the bathroom.

Kim Jae-deok followed a few steps:

"You're allergic to cats, take a bath and change your clothes."

Song Jingche left in a hurry: "I'll go to the bathroom first......"

Almost like an escape, he hid in the bathroom.

Finally out of the sight of others.

He pursed his lips and looked at himself in the mirror, big crystal tears falling.

I felt weak in my heart, but I was so uncomfortable that I had to cry......

In the years since he became an idol, he has been busy.

But in the dead of night, when he was free, the feeling of sadness, like the tide of the sea, rose up and drowned him......

Unconsciously, he was already filled with negative emotions of negativity.

It's uncomfortable.

There is not a single thing to be happy about.

All the time there is pressure, "you are not good enough, you can be better".

He's also trying to change.

But he seems powerless to get rid of the sorrow that spreads to the bone marrow......

A few minutes later.

Song Jingche stopped crying.

The chest is blocked by the depression that has accumulated for a long time.

There was also an indescribable sense of fear in my heart, and my body was cold.

He desperately suppressed suicidal thoughts, his face pale,

From the hidden pocket, a small medicine bottle was taken out.

A few small white pills were poured out.

It didn't even use water, so I swallowed it in one gulp.

……