Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 236

"Han Zidong...Han Zidong~"

Jin Zaijing pushed the sleeping man sitting in the driver's seat with his head tilted from side to side.

Han Zidong opened his eyes with difficulty: "Inside?"

"Why did you go last night, didn't you have a rest?"

"Don't mention it," Han Zidong raised his hands and patted his face: "Last night, a mosquito kept buzzing in my ears, which kept me up all night, and I patted my hands all night."

Jin Zaijing grabbed Han Zidong's hand and took a look: "Oh, you are really stupid sometimes."

She looked at Han Zidong with a funny face and vomited bitterness: "Then I'll go to the side and buy you a cup of coffee to refresh yourself. You can sleep for a while, and we will start later."

"it is good."

Han Zidong adjusted his seat, leaned directly on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

Jin Zaijing unfastened his seat belt, opened the door and was about to get out of the car.

Looking back at Han Zidong, she shook her head, got into the back seat with her long legs, picked up a handbag, found a blanket, turned back to the co-driver, and put the blanket on Han Zidong.

Putting on a mask, he opened the car door, trotted two steps, and walked onto the sidewalk beside him.

A few minutes later, she returned to the car with two cups of coffee.

"Han Zidong...Han Zidong..."

Seeing that he couldn't wake up Han Zidong, Jin Zaijing put down his coffee, took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it out.

Holding the coffee, he took two sips and glanced at Han Zidong.

After thinking about it, she stretched out her hand to touch Han Zidong's face, and felt a hot touch from her hand. She immediately adjusted the air conditioner in the front seat, then turned around and brought the satchel.

After searching, he took out a bottle of moisturizing water, spread it evenly on his hands, and patiently patted it on Han Zidong's face.

A person drank coffee boredly, and after a while the coffee in his hand became much lighter. Jin Zaijing put down the coffee, reached for his mobile phone, and flipped through the photo album.

The latest dozens of photos are all from the USB flash drive that Han Zidong gave her. There are single photos of her, and double photos of her supporting Han Zidong. Looking at those photos, her thoughts seem to return to that day at night.

Recording life with photos is also the reason why she likes to take pictures. She glanced at Han Zidong, who was in a deep sleep, and bent over to get up to Han Zidong's side. She held up her mobile phone and snapped several photos in succession.

She chose the two best-looking photos, and she sent them to Han Zidong using Kakao.

After waiting for another minute, after finishing the coffee in his hand, Kim Jae-kyung played "1" with his mobile phone.

I don't know how much time passed, but there was a clearer noise in his ear, and Han Zidong opened his eyes and sat up straight.

Touching the blanket on his body, he looked at Jin Zaijing: "Oh no."

Jin Zaijing raised his head when he heard the words: "If you go to sleep, we can go directly to my grandpa's house for lunch later."

"Mianne."

Han Zidong looked at the time, it was indeed getting late.

Originally, Jin Zaijing was sleepy, and the two of them didn't meet until nine o'clock. He squinted for another half an hour, and now it was only ten minutes before ten o'clock.

He smiled apologetically, and while adjusting the seat, he said, "I'm going to drive now, it's only five or ten minutes away, and I'll definitely arrive before lunch."

"There's no rush."

Jin Zaijing stretched out his hand and fetched the coffee: "The coffee may be a bit cold, and when we reach the edge of the field, it will be poured on the road."

After sleeping for a while, his spirit had recovered a bit, Han Zidong waved his hand indifferently, turned the steering wheel, and the car drove out slowly.

Jin Zaijing put the coffee into the storage compartment and took out a stick of chewing gum: "Ah."

Han Zidong glanced at him, turned his head slightly, opened his mouth, and ate the chewing gum handed over by Jin Zaijing.

Grandpa Kim Jae-kyung's home is located in Dobong District in the north, one of the few districts where the government used to resettle the poor, and its economic development was relatively slow.

However, Dobong District is rich in tourism resources. Every weekend, a large number of citizens come to enjoy dating and farmhouse entertainment. Therefore, Dobong District is also known as the last rural safety lane in Seoul.

It takes about 10 to [-] minutes to drive from Seongdong-gu to Dobong-gu. The further you go to Dobong-gu, the wider the surrounding view, and you can see Bukhansan Mountain in the distance.

Since leaving the central urban area, Kim Jae-kyung has completely let go, stretching his hands out of the window to grab the air for a while, and humming a song with his head on the car window for a while.

"Among the swaying flowers
I feel the aroma of your shampoo

Just passing by like this, even though I turned around to look for

All I see in my eyes is the vast sea of ​​people

..."

As the sun rose and the sun shone on his body, Han Zidong only felt a little lighter, and echoed Jin Zaijing's singing.

After more than 40 minutes of driving, the car slowly stopped near a Hanok.

Pushing open the door to get off the car, Han Zidong opened the back seat and took out three handbags, Jin Zaijing trotted over, took one, and the two walked towards the main entrance together.

Maybe they heard the whistle of the car. Before the two of them walked over, a gray-haired old man with a height of no less than 175 came out from the door opening.

After seeing the old man, Jin Zaijing quickly waved: "Grandpa."

The old man raised his left hand and waved it with a smile. Jin Zaijing glanced at Han Zidong and ran away, and Han Zidong trotted after seeing this.

Jin Zaijing ran to the old man and immediately hugged him: "Grandpa, do you miss me?"

"Nai, our Xiao Zaijing finally came to see me."

"Actually, I've wanted to come here a long time ago... Isn't it delayed by other things?"

Jin Zaijing let go of the old man and pulled Han Zidong over: "Grandpa, this is my friend Han Zidong."

Han Zidong was usually quite apprehensive to see his elders, but at this time he decisively chose to pretend to be naive, and greeted him respectfully.

"Haha, I heard the scriptures tell you about you," the old man patted Han Zidong on the shoulder: "You are still too thin, you should eat more."

"Inside."

"Okay, don't stand on the side of the road," the old man turned sideways to make room for him: "We sit at home."

Jin Zaijing held the old man's arm, whispering in the old man's ear from time to time, and occasionally the two of them would look back at Han Zidong.

Han Zidong pursued the strategy of pretending to be stupid, and he would not speak if he could not speak, but he had something to do, so he followed along with three handbags.

Pushing open the wooden door, a narrow courtyard appeared in front of you.

Through the windows, the facilities of several houses can be seen. Although most of the structures of the houses are made of simple wooden materials, the facilities in the houses are indeed modern enough.

Following the old man into the main house, he realized that what he thought was the main house was just a kitchen and dining room, and the real main house was at the back.

Go out through the side door of the kitchen and enter the yard again.

As he walked, Jin Zaijing introduced to him that apart from the bedroom, the yard is more like a large porcelain studio, with raw material processing, production room, kiln room, and a showroom.

Entering the living room of the main house, Han Zidong put the handbag on the table.

Jin Zaijing picked up one of the handbags: "Grandpa, this is the ginseng tea that Han Zidong gave you."

Of course he didn't buy this box of ginseng tea. He had already struggled enough just waking up in the morning. How could he remember to buy a meeting gift, but Han Zidong still took a step forward and held the bottom of the ginseng tea box, just like this box The gift was really bought by him.

"Grandpa, you have to take care of yourself, otherwise Zaijing will worry about you."

"Nai," the old man accepted the ginseng tea and put it aside: "Oh no! You two sit down, do you two want coffee or ice water?"

"Grandpa, let me go. Han Zidong has a bad stomach and can't drink ice water."

After Jin Zaijing finished speaking, he walked out of the room and went to the kitchen.

"sick stomach?"

After watching Jin Zaijing leave, the old man asked with concern.

In fact, there are many reasons for the habit of drinking hot water. A bad stomach is also a matter of his previous life, but Han Zidong didn't bother to explain it in such detail, so Jin Zaijing remembered his bad stomach.

"When I used to deliver food, I often couldn't eat on time, so I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach. In China, we usually drink hot water, so I rarely drink ice water."

The old man looked at Han Zidong and smiled: "Actually, drinking hot water is also good. I heard that you are self-taught in art?"

"Inside."

"We Zaijing are just like you. We have also been interested in art since we were young. Although we went to cram school for a while, we still went home and taught ourselves."

Han Zidong nodded slightly. Kim Jae-kyung had told him twice about this past.

Kim Jae-kyung’s childhood dream was to go to the University of Fine Arts, so when she was in the fifth grade of elementary school, she was sent to a training class specializing in fine arts, but the cramming education method in the training class seriously damaged her creative enthusiasm. Under the arrangement of my parents, I gave up Yigao and chose Pugao.

"Looking at it this way, you both have a lot in common."

The old man told him some interesting stories about Kim Jae-kyung's childhood with great interest.

For example, when she was very young, Kim Jae Kyung made money by making handicrafts and bought the album she wanted. Another example is that she beat and cried a boy who bullied a female classmate.

After finishing speaking, the old man smiled narrowly: "Are you scared?"

Han Zidong nodded: "I was indeed frightened, but I was frightened by the charm of Zaijing."

"Hahaha, you are also a very attractive young man. However, I was a little curious just now, the seniority relationship between you and Zaijing..."

"Nai, because our Xia Kingdom doesn't value the age difference of three or five years, so the two of us get along with each other, and I rarely call her 'Nu Na'."

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Hello peers, no matter what, the most important thing is for you young people to get along comfortably in the end."

At this time, Jin Zaijing walked in with a tray.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, just chatting casually."

Jin Zaijing divided the tea: "Grandpa, we came here this time to see you making celadon. Can you teach Han Zidong later?"

"You just have a day today, just experience drawing." The old man glanced at Jin Zaijing: "Why are you playing with mud at home in such a good weather? In the afternoon, we will go fishing by the river."

Hearing the words "playing with mud", Han Zidong grinned from ear to ear. The old man treats him with such a temper. Even climbing mountains in such a good weather is much better than playing with mud.

　Thank you for the August ticket of Muhuo Tongming 4949, the February ticket for Jinse Changsi, the April ticket for the hot dance, the April ticket for the Xuantianzong of the Kunlun School, and the February ticket for the daytime singing and drinking
　　
　
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