——Biao Zhixun: Min Hao really can’t do this.

——Biao Zhixun: Please, e xi.

Zheng Enlin drove alone outside the apartment where Song Minhao lived.

She took one last look at the new messages she received on her phone, put on a hat and mask, picked up the warm meal she had just packed, and quickly walked into the apartment.

This is not the first time Zheng Enlin has come to the place where Song Minhao lives. The apartment password has been told to her a long time ago.

The apartment Song Minhao lives in has two floors, and the attached underground garage was transformed into a studio by him.

When Zheng Enlin walked to the living room carrying her things, she saw no one, and she was not surprised. She walked to the second floor with ease.

The second floor of the apartment is basically Song Minho's personal space. The studio and recording studio are on this floor. Zheng Enlin opened the door of the studio with the meal. Song Minho, who was concentrating on music, didn't even notice anyone coming in. It wasn't until Zheng Enlin walked up to him quickly and knocked on the table twice as a sign that he raised his head with a blank look on his face.

He had a haggard and tired face, two huge dark circles under his eyes, and his overall mental state was visibly bad to the naked eye.

"How long have you been without rest?"

Song Minhao didn't dare to speak.

Zheng Enlin glanced at him, opened the takeout box and placed it in front of Song Minhao.

"Go wash your face, and then come over for dinner."

Song Minhao hesitated for a while before speaking, and finally started to cooperate.

Zheng Enlin came over this time and brought a large bag of stone pot rice, tofu soup, fried chicken and fried rice cakes, etc. She didn't expect Song Minhao to finish them all. After the other party put down his chopsticks, he stood up and cleared the table.

"Um, Enlin..."

"Do you know what those people outside said? They said you were taking drugs." Zheng Enlin kept moving her hands, and her tone was not strong, unlike the sharpness she had shown in the previous show, but it was enough to talk about Song Min Ho. In my heart, “This body is your own, Song Minhao.”

"I'm sorry..." The man lowered his head with a dejected expression, "I just, just..."

"The pressure is too great, I know." Zheng Enlin sighed softly. She walked to Song Minhao, bent down slightly, and hugged him gently, "I know it, even if you don't tell me, I will Know."

Song Min Ho is about to release his first solo album since his debut. He is a very demanding and sensitive person.

Due to past experiences, Song Minhao is actually very afraid of failure.

He used to stay up late in the studio writing songs and working all night. After developing his biological clock, he became accustomed to going to bed late. Every time he interacted with fans live, it was three or four in the morning, and he had dark circles on his face. Extremely obvious.

There was a period last year when Song Min-ho was under a heavy psychological burden and it was always difficult to fall asleep at night. Not only Zheng Enlin, but also several brothers who recorded "New Journey to the West" with him knew this, so they felt particularly sorry for him.

In recent days, the closer it is to the release of his solo album, the worse Song Min-ho's mental state is. His bipolar disorder, which had been greatly improved, has also relapsed. He suddenly lost more than 20 kilograms, and his face is ugly and ugly. Haggard, no wonder some outsiders maliciously speculate that Song Min-ho is taking drugs in private.

"I can't sleep these days, and I tend to have nightmares." Saying this, Song Minhao subconsciously hugged Zheng Enlin tightly.

Maybe Song Minhao himself didn't realize that he actually had a vague sense of dependence on Zheng Enlin. He was willing to tell Zheng Enlin some things that he couldn't say to Yu Zhixun or even his parents.

"I feel...I am a particularly fragile person. I feel so useless. I don't like this."

"You are not fragile, Song Minhao, you are not fragile, you are just kind." The girl touched the back of his head as if comforting, with a gentle and patient look, "Kind people are always easily hurt. Do you know why?" Zheng Enlin lowered her head and smiled very softly at Song Minhao, "——Because they always care about others more than themselves."

A kind and sensitive soul is like a piece of pure white paper. It is too easy for others to dye it the color they want.

"If you are a student, you will worry about your course grades and whether you can successfully complete your graduation thesis. If you are a driver, you will be afraid that the reduction in passenger flow will affect your normal income. If you are a scientist, you will worry about trying again and again and again. Failed scientific experiment...Everyone in this world has their own problems to face. The difference between you and most people is that you are too harsh on yourself and too tolerant of others."

In this way, the good things are forced to hide, and the dark side continues to amplify.

A little self-blame and uneasiness will lead to a chain of increasingly severe pain.

"..."

"..."

The studio was very quiet, and there was still a faint aroma of food floating in the air. After an unknown amount of time, Song Minhao took the initiative to withdraw from Zheng Enlin's arms.

He stretched out his hand to hold the girl's hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to take you to the studio to see it."

Zheng Enlin: "Okay."

…

Song Min-ho's personal painting studio is located on the basement floor of the apartment, which was originally an underground garage for parking private cars.

The overall space of the studio is not small. On the right side of the door are stands with paints and various painting tools. Many completed paintings, large and small, are randomly placed and scattered in the room. Zheng Enlin walked closer and looked at them for a while. I found that the style of most of the paintings is very dark and gloomy.

She stroked one of the paintings with dark colors and chaotic lines, and turned sideways to look at Song Minhao, who was standing at the door of the studio but had not entered.

The man held a cigarette that he had just lit in his hand and leaned half of his body against the door frame. He looked lazy and depressed. He looked like he had a strange charm that was completely different from the ordinary.

Zheng Enlin tilted her head. She walked back to Song Minhao and took the cigarette from his hand.

Song Minhao thought that the girl just wanted to stop him from smoking, but he didn't expect that Zheng Enlin took a deep breath the first second she took the cigarette, and he subconsciously reached out to stop her.

"Ani, it's not good for girls to smoke."

Zheng Enlin just laughed.

She took another puff of cigarette in front of Song Minhao, grabbed the collar of his clothes, and put the puff of cigarette into Song Minhao's mouth.

"Draw a picture for me, Song Minho."

Zheng Enlin snuffed out the cigarette in her hand and spun around in a circle a little mischievously.

"Just paint me as you see me."

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down subtly, Song Minhao licked his lips, looked at her, and said ok in cooperation.

Zheng Enlin can be a very patient person when she is really needed.

For example, at this moment, she was standing patiently, waiting for Song Minhao to complete the work.

Outlined with black lines, a person curled up in the corner with his head raised.

He couldn't see his facial features clearly, and his appearance was very timid, but his face had a smile decorated with warm lines.

On the left half of the painting, Song Minhao used red and yellow to paint a huge fiery red sun that can occupy almost two-thirds of the canvas.

The timid man composed of black lines is looking up at the sun with a smile.

Zheng Enlin walked to Song Minhao and looked at the painting intently.

She had no doubts and no complaints.

She just lowered her head and asked Song Minhao a question that was tacitly understood by both parties.

"Am I painting?"

"Um."

Song Minhao held one of her hands, inserting his fingers through the gaps between them, in an intimate interlocking gesture.

"That's how you look to me."

Warm, eye-catching, dazzling and radiant——

It is the sun within reach.

…

On Monday, November 26, Song Minho released his first solo album "xx".

Including the title song "Fiance", the album contains a total of 12 songs, all of which were written and composed by Song Minho.

The performance of the solo album is outstanding. As of the evening of the 28th, "xx" has topped the iTunes album charts in 17 regions including Malaysia, Peru, Romania, and Singapore. The title song "fianc" is also on the major Korean music charts.

It has been ranked No. 1 among music sources for a week in a row. It has received unanimous praise from netizens and fans, and it has also severely slapped in the face those negative comments that cast doubt on it.

[Song Minho is really awesome, the title song went all the way up from No. 6, and finally reached the top of the list.]

[The song’s listening rate is probably crazy...]

【zico and po are both congratulating each other.】

[The songs are really good, the songs in the album are all very nice.]

[It stands to reason that it is not easy for male idols to achieve solo results, and it is indeed Song Minho.]

[Sure enough, the winner is Song Min Ho. Fans can now say this very proudly. 】

"It seems like you have a lot of schedule lately? You should have a good rest no matter what, and remember to use the scented candle I gave you."

It was night, and Zheng Enlin was sitting cross-legged on the sofa alone, talking to Song Minhao on the phone. She was playing with cartoon blocks carelessly with one hand, but her tone of voice was full of concern.

"Going abroad? It seems to be very cold there now. Remember to bring more down jackets."

"I don't have any special gifts I want. You've already given me a lot of things."

As soon as she said this, she seemed to have heard something very satisfying, and a slightly sincere smile appeared on Zheng Enlin's face.

"Okay, then come and see me, you can bring a gift or not."

She pressed the hands-free button on the phone, and a man's gentle and magnetic voice came from the receiver.

Zheng Enlin raised her hand to smooth her hair, her eyes dropped, and she looked at the face reflected on the glass coffee table.

The corners of the girl's mouth are slightly raised, the ends of her beautiful eyes are raised in an arc that seems to be joyful, and her bright and delicate eyebrows have a cold and cold air upon closer inspection.

Song Minhao on the other end of the phone was completely unaware of the communication with her. Zheng Enlin leaned down slightly and asked in a friendly tone: "Are you happy? Song Minhao."

"Huh? I'm happy."
To be continued...