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- The practice room is not particularly large, and loud music resounds from every corner of the space. Several figures worked tirelessly in front of the mirror, training over and over again, not necessarily correcting any mistakes that occurred. The gray training clothes had been soaked with sweat and turned dark. An open camera in the corner faithfully recorded everything.
"Okay, let's take a rest." The music ended and everyone stopped moving. Onew, who was responsible for his authority, touched the sweat on his forehead and ordered everyone.
As soon as the order was issued, several people lay on the floor like dead dogs.
"Ah, I'm so hungry." Han Jiahang's stomach had begun to express strong dissatisfaction after not having a good breakfast in the morning, and having done such a strong physical exertion all morning.
"Me too, I'm tired and hungry. I really don't want to move." Zhong Xuan said relaxedly, lying on his back.
"Then, are you looking for someone to buy food? Who should I ask?" Onew, who sat up, looked at the people lying down and asked. Seeing several people deliberately avoiding his gaze, he finally said helplessly, "Since I don't want to move. The old rules are guessing. The last two of us will buy food for everyone."
Several people sat around and booed, and finally it turned out that Onew and Minho were chosen as today¡¯s lunch spots. Those who buy food buy food, and those who wait wait.
"Jiahang, are you always like this?" PD Park asked when he saw the sweaty boy in front of him.
"Well, almost, because I still have other things to do, and my brothers will be longer than this. There is no way to be recognized by everyone. We can only try our best to improve our strength." Looking at the camera, Han Jiahang said with a smile, and there were traces of sweat on his face.
"Actually, Jiahang has a much harder time than us. We used to see each other often, but now it's hard to see him more than once a day." Zhong Xuan said, putting his arm on Han Jiahang's shoulder.
"Hey. I can't help it. Who asked me to come to the company relatively late. I haven't learned many things, and now I can only work hard to absorb them." Han Jiahang said helplessly.
"We usually get together, what do you think of Jiahang?" PD asked a relatively common question.
"Jiahang, he is usually like a younger brother, playing and fooling around with us. It feels good. It's easy to be with him. He has a flexible mind and usually does some pranks. . He is a very good friend." Zhong Xuan thought for a while and said.
"Brother Jiahang is very courageous, but he is afraid of watching horror movies. Once, when everyone was watching a horror movie, he was very confident at first, but after a while he started to get scared. His face turned pale and frightening, and he was sweating. . In the end, he ran out without even watching the movie." Taemin revealed on the side.
"Oh, is there anything else?" PD pointed the camera at Han Jiahang. At this time, Han Jiahang lowered his head in embarrassment and did not dare to look directly at the camera. He kept giggling.
Lunch is over, and Han Jiahang has finished his dance training in the morning. Most of the afternoon will be spent in the one's music studio.
"No matter where you are hiding in the world, I can find you. Without you, without you, my heart will stop beating because of this. Even if I don't say it out loud, I can feel it with my heart. As long as I have you, as long as I have you, I can do anything." "I don't want you are my everything to me, you are my everything to me shining brightly like the stars in the sky." In the camera, Han Jiahang seems to be holding a microphone in his right hand, with his eyes closed and his head slightly raised, with memories, sadness and loss on his face. The slightly hoarse voice was soft but seemed to be roaring, hysterical. Full of helplessness. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes and smiled at the camera. He didn't look like he was in pain just now. "Helloeveryone, was the song just now nice? Is it touching? I know you like it, so don't be shy." Han Jiahang looked at the camera like he knew him well, "Well, this is where my teacher theone works. Some well-known songs such as "You Who Can't Give Up" and "Live Again" are all from here. Please follow my camera to visit" After saying that, Han Jiahang flashed out of the camera. I started narrating next to the PD, explaining everything in the music room one by one.
"Do you usually like reading?" PD asked looking at Han Jiahang who was reading silently on the side.
"Well, I will take a look if I have time." Han Jiahang said aloud.
"Oh, what book are you reading now?"
"This is it. A romance novel." Han Jiahang shook the book in his hand towards the camera. "Because I am writing a song now, but I have no idea. I have never been in love, so I found a novel to read. Look, I hope you can help me."
"Can reading novels help create? That's not your excuse, right?" PD said in disbelief."No way, in fact, don't novels also come from life? Although it may not be the author's personal affairs, it still contains many of the author's feelings about life. Like music, it comes from life and is higher than life. They are all human. An explosion when emotion reaches a peak. It¡¯s just a different way of recording it. One is words, and the other is notes.¡±
"Oh. Did that help you?"
"Well, I already had some ideas yesterday. It's just not clear yet, so I hope PD can bring me good luck today." Han Jiahang smiled at PD. I focused my attention on the novel in my hand again.
"Can you also speak Chinese? Isn't that difficult?"
Looking at the "Appreciation of Song Ci" in the PD's hand, Han Jiahang said, "Well, I know a little bit. I can't say that I am proficient." He said a paragraph in Chinese, "Hello everyone, my name is Han Jiahang, from South Korea. Nice to meet you all. I wish everyone all your wishes come true and everything goes well." His voice was pleasant and his words were clear. Totally like an authentic Chinese.
Park Sang-hyun PD¡¯s eyes were full of shock. People who work in television stations often come into contact with all kinds of people. It¡¯s not that he has never seen people learning Chinese, he has also seen real Chinese people. However, how can the gap between this be expressed in one sentence. In fact, when he saw the book of Song poetry, he began to think that Han Jiahang's Chinese would be very good. But the shock of reality shocked him even more.
Time passed quietly like this. Han Jiahang held the book in his hand and seemed to be thinking about something while reading. Will you be a little distracted? Finally, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he threw the book aside, grabbed a pen and wrote something on it. With a rustling sound, the pen tip moved rapidly on the paper, and there was a rush and a little joy between each stroke. It probably passed, about thirty minutes. Han Jiahang finally stopped writing. After looking at what I had written, I closed my eyes and thought for a while, then started writing and made some modifications, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
"What did you write?" PD asked from a distance.
"Haha, pd, it seems that you are really my lucky star." Han Jiahang said with a smile, "I have been worrying about the title song recently. I have been thinking about it for a long time and I have no inspiration. Haha, but I don't have to worry about it anymore. Hahaha" Han Jiahang Shaking the paper in his hand, with a big smile on his face. Unable to conceal the joy in my heart.
"May I see it?"
"I'm afraid this won't work, so please stay tuned" Han Jiahang said apologetically.
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