Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 150 Returning to the Moon Peak

Inside the modern car, Han Zidong patted the back of the driver's seat: "Brother Cheng Can, stop at the entrance of Yingyuefeng Park."

"Inside?"

"You go first later, I have something to do over there."

Liu Chengcan looked at Han Zidong through the rearview mirror: "It's time for dinner soon, and some of us are going to treat you and Zai Jing to a big meal. Besides, there is such a strong wind, why are you running to Yingyue Peak?"

Kim Jae-kyung was also very curious: "Since the beginning, your expression is not right. Is it because the public opinion in your country has put a lot of pressure on you?"

The car pulled over slowly and stopped, Liu Chengcan also turned his head, looked at Han Zidong and asked, "Could it be that your hometown was also surrounded by reporters?"

"how is this possible!"

While tightening his clothes, Han Zidong said with a smile, "You guys are thinking too much. I used to come to Yingyuefeng Park often. Now I just have a whim and want to revisit my old place."

Liu Chengcan didn't understand, and also showed disrespect. He poked his head and said to Kim Jae-kyung, "Sure enough, these artists have something wrong..."

Then he thought of the relationship between Jin Zaijing and Han Zidong, and slapped his mouth lightly: "Just pretend that I didn't say that."

Jin Zaijing was amused by Liu Chengcan: "Brother Chengcan, I just made a few new types of bracelets recently, and I will bring them to you when we meet next time."

"Good good."

Liu Chengcan called out three "yes" in succession, grinned and looked at Kim Jae-kyung, the younger brother and sister became more and more pleasing to his eyes.

"Well, Han Zidong, get out of the car quickly, I have to take Zaijing to join Brother Dacheng and the others."

Han Zidong kindly greeted Liu Chengcan with his middle finger to show respect.

Opening the car door and getting out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew in front of him, instantly making his hairstyle that had just returned to normal messy again.

He touched his head, as if he remembered something, he turned around quickly.

As if there was a tacit understanding, a brown peaked cap was handed out from the car window, and Kim Jae Kyung's bright smiling face also stuck out the window: "Your hat."

"Almost forgot, thanks."

Han Zidong said thanks with clasped hands, put on his peaked cap, waved goodbye to Liu Chengcan and Jin Zaijing, and strode towards the viewing pavilion halfway up the mountain.

As November approached, the maximum outdoor temperature had dropped to 11 or 14 degrees, and it was morning again. When he walked up the mountain road, Han Zidong shrank his neck from the whistling cold wind and accelerated his speed up the mountain.

Within a few minutes, he saw the familiar viewing pavilion and the small head crouching in front of the fence, supported by two small hands.

"Ouba? Here~"

After Cui Xueli saw Han Zidong, she excitedly got up and waved hello. After seeing Han Zidong's waved response, she ran out of the pavilion bouncing.

As soon as Han Zidong came up, Cui Xueli rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"Ouba...It's really great that you're fine."

"Miyanai! I made you worry."

Han Zidong hung his hands in the air for a long time, and finally slowly landed on Cui Xueli's back.

Then he felt something was wrong, and slowly tilted his head, and sure enough, he saw the person in his arms crying secretly.

"What's wrong with you, am I all right?"

His words did not comfort the other party at all. Instead, Cui Xueli's tears poured out from the corners of her eyes as if a dike had burst, soaking the piece of clothes on Han Zidong's shoulder, and even her own scarf had large water marks.

Han Zidong rolled up his sleeves and wiped Cui Xueli's tears, while tilting his head and looking at her: "Why are you crying, didn't I come out properly?"

"Well... I thought... I won't be able to see you after I come back this time."

"No, let me tell you that I went in this time and visited several piers. I will walk sideways in Seoul in the future. Don't cry, if you cry again, the wind on the mountain will blow your face. "

Under Han Zidong's comfort, Cui Xueli slowly stopped her tears, and finally let go of Han Zidong, turned her back and rolled up her sleeves to gently wipe away the tears.

Han Zidong leaned over: "You're crying like a little cat, aren't you?"

Cui Xueli turned her body away, avoiding Han Zidong's gaze.

"Sulli, let's go down the mountain, it's too windy up here."

"Ani, let's stay up there for a while."

Seeing Cui Xueli turned around, Han Zidong rubbed his hands, leaned forward, rubbed the other person's face with the palm of his hand, and then rubbed his hands again. After several times, Cui Xueli's face finally returned to normal.

"Silly girl, don't you believe me? Why are you afraid you won't see me?"

"But," Cui Xueli said while quietly enjoying the warm hand compress, "Isn't your visa renewed yet?"

"Don't worry, visa renewal is not a big problem."

While talking, the two walked into the pavilion one after another. Han Zidong looked at the continuous traffic of Shengshui Bridge and Donghu Bridge in the distance, feeling inexplicably emotional. It has been a month since he returned to the file.

"Sulli, it's been a month since the two of us first met here."

"Inside."

"Miyanai, since we met, not only has I not helped you with anything, but I have only worried you."

"Ani, the mere presence of Ouba is already reassuring."

Cui Xueli smiled and rolled her eyes, put her hands on the fence, and kicked her restless feet up. Han Zidong, who was watching, stretched out his arms subconsciously to protect her.

"Ah... are you afraid that I won't be sent back?"

"Inner~inner."

Cui Xueli jumped off the fence and took two steps back with her hands behind her back: "Is this okay?"

Han Zidong nodded in satisfaction.

Cui Xueli pouted her lips: "Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, our Oppa has become a great writer."

"Time really flies. We haven't seen each other for half a month. We, Sulli, are getting more and more frustrated."

Staring at Cui Xueli for a while, Han Zidong asked, "Sulli, are you busy these days? Why do I feel like you've lost weight?"

Cui Xueli touched her cheek, smiled and took a step forward: "That's not true, I'm already so thin, it's just that I was in a bad state a while ago, and my face was a little swollen."

"Really? The style of dressing is also very cute. It used to be a cool girl, but now it is a fresh style. Your off-white scarf looks very good."

"really?"

Cui Xueli pinched the scarf: "I bought this at a cheap store on the street. I have a good vision, don't I?"

Seeing Cui Xueli's expression like a child seeking praise, Han Zidong clapped his hands: "Sure enough, our Sulli's taste is fragile!"

"I bought one for you too, and I'll bring it to you next time."

"Nai, are you going home this time?"

"That's right, I went back to Busan to see our mountain, you know? He was a little pudding before," Cui Xueli gestured with her hand: "It's only this big, and now it's all over the ground and chasing me. "

Cui Xueli stepped on the fence unconsciously while speaking, looking into the distance.

Regarding Cui Xueli's childish behavior, Han Zidong had no choice but to pull her to sit on the bench beside her.

During this period, Cui Xueli talked about many things about her grandparents, and finally she asked: "Ouba, after being away from home for so long, do you miss home very much? Do you plan to go home in the near future?"

Han Zidong understood Cui Xueli's hint. He had promised Cui Xueli that he would take her to play in Xiaguo when he returned home.

He rubbed his chin, thinking about the right time.

As the end of the year draws near, Cui Xueli, as a member of f(x), will only get more and more packed as the time approaches New Year's Day. Especially in December, there are countless year-end inventory, award ceremonies, and New Year's Eve parties at home and abroad. Definitely can't spare the time.

The past two weeks is not appropriate, at least we have to wait for Lezhin Comic and "Idol Comic Room" to get on the right track.

"How about the fourth week of November? It's probably from the 11th to the 19th. I'll take you to my hometown for a few days."

"Hey, on the 19th we will be the guest performers of the "Popular Culture and Art Awards Ceremony."

"Then the 20th. Is your visa okay?"

"of course."

Cui Xueli rubbed her belly: "Ouba, let's go down to eat, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Paofan."

(End of this chapter)