Korean Hurricane Idol

"what!"

A hoarse exclamation sounded, An Junhe sat up suddenly, cold sweat slid down his forehead like rain.

His heart was beating violently, and his thoughts seemed to be immersed in a certain desperate scene a few seconds ago. After a while, he finally broke free from the palpitations. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at The environment in which he is located - this is a bus that is driving. Through the car, you can see the beach and the blue ocean beyond the mountains on the right. He is sitting in the last row, and someone opened an account in the front row. The chilly wind whizzed in, making his sweat-soaked clothes bone-chillingly cold, just like the icy coldness brought about by the fear that remained in his mind a moment ago, as if it went straight to the marrow.

Seeing that he was still in the car, An Junhyuk's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he let out a long breath slowly.

"It's a dream..."[

It had been a while since he had such a dream. Before that, he thought he had forgotten it. It turned out that he was just deceiving himself.

Maybe because he heard the movement behind him, the man who was sitting in front of An Junhe turned his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was a little motion sick, so I turned the car on. I saw you were sleeping earlier." , I didn't tell you a word, sorry!"

This is a middle-aged man with a rather elegant appearance. The framed glasses on the bridge of the nose make him very intellectual, but his face is pale, and he looks sick and not very energetic, probably suffering from motion sickness.

Hearing the man's words with a Jeonbuk accent, An Junhe was taken aback, before he realized it, he shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

Even though he said this, the man looked carefully at An Junhe's forehead and clothes that were soaked in sweat, turned around and closed the door, then turned his head and said with a smile: "It's not good if the cold wind blows too much...Young man, have you just been discharged from the army? "

"Ok?"

An Junhe, who was thinking about something, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously. The man laughed and pointed to An Junhe's crew cut less than an inch long and his dark green military uniform pants and T-shirt.

An Junhe was relieved, forced a smile with his lips pursed, "Well, volunteer service, I just came out this morning."

"Oh, home is in Busan?"

The terminal of this bus is Busan. An Junhyuk nodded. In fact, with his current mood, he really didn't want to talk about anything, but the environment he grew up in made him unable to refuse an elder's inquiry, so he could only suppress his emotions and force a smile Perfunctory.

The middle-aged man didn’t seem to be aware of this, and he still talked a lot about sex, “Yeah——, voluntary service. In recent years, many young people choose this. It’s all caused by the economic crisis. Like when we were young, serving in the military This kind of thing can't be avoided. There are many brothers and sisters in the family, and life is already difficult. Once they go to the military, there will be one less labor force. At that time, many people escaped from the military! Speaking of..." He looked at An Junhe's appearance carefully, and suddenly asked He said: "Young man, have you thought about what to do after retiring? It's hard to find a job now. Even retired college students have to wash dishes. The competition is fierce!"

An Junhe frowned, a little confused about what he meant by asking this question, after thinking about it, he replied cautiously: "I haven't thought about it yet."

He didn't lie. From the moment he learned that he was discharged from the army, his head was in a mess. He didn't think about anything. He just tidied up a little and rushed home non-stop. The fear of fate is covered, and there is no time to think so much.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man's small eyes hidden behind the glasses widened slightly, and hurriedly asked: "Then have you ever considered becoming a star? Your appearance is very good...well, very good, and listening When you speak, your voice is also very beautiful, it would be a pity if you don’t become a star under such conditions..."

As he spoke, he suddenly patted his head, then flipped through the briefcase on his lap, took out a business card, and handed it over with both hands: "Sorry, I haven't introduced myself after talking for so long, my name is Quan Baogen is an agent of S.M Company and also a talent scout, please take care of him!"

"Yes, my name is An Junhe, please take care of me too!" An Junhe quickly bowed and respectfully took the business card. In this country, no matter what you think in your heart, you must always remember the superficial etiquette, otherwise it is very likely I can't move an inch.Therefore, although he was a little impatient in his heart, he still didn't show any perfunctory at this time, and his etiquette was very thoughtful.

The middle-aged man named Quan Baogen on the opposite side saw An Junhe take the business card, smiled with satisfaction, and then asked, "How is it? Do you want to think about it?"

An Junhe carefully looked at the business card in his hand, there was indeed a logo of s m on it, of course he knew about this company, whether it was hot, ses, bo, An Qixuan, Shinhwa in the past, or the popular TVXQ in recent years, all of them were all the rage All the superstars in Asia are cultivated by this brokerage company, and their reputation has long been frightening. Being an agent in that company is already pretty good, and looking at the business card, the self-introduction of this person named Quan Baogen is still modest. Not only is he an agent, but he is also the head of the publicity department.

That already belongs to a member of the middle management. [

However, An Junhe didn't show any emotion, he checked the business card silently, and put it away solemnly out of politeness, facing the other party's questioning eyes, his lips moved, and he said softly: "I am leaving the army early... ..."

Quan Baogen's face was full of smiles, and his expression froze.

In South Korea, early discharge from the military only means that there are two situations. Either the serviceman has a chronic disease or disability that affects his health, or there is a major change in the family, so that the serviceman must leave the army to take care of the family.

Thinking about it, he sighed, no matter what kind of situation An Junhyuk belongs to, but saying this fact shows that the other party is tactfully refusing.

"..." Since An Junhe refused, Quan Baogen would not be ignorant to pester him endlessly. He patted An Junhe's shoulder, turned his head with a sigh, and muttered inaudibly: "It's a pity..."

Quan Baogen has noticed this delicate-looking boy since he got in the car. He has worked in s m for 5 years. In such a star-making factory, he has seen all kinds of handsome men and beautiful women, but like An Jun He has such a delicate face that he has a sense of surprise, but he has never been there. What makes him more excited is the temperament of this boy, probably because he has been in the army. Although he is very beautiful, he is different from ordinary Korean boys. Feminine, with less than an inch of hair standing upright, outlining the thin cheeks and deep contours, he looks heroic. Even though he looked very tired when he first got into the car, when one looks at him, there is still a feeling of sunshine shining on his face. sharp.

At first, he hesitated a bit. A person with such a sharp temperament is actually not suitable for being a star, because this kind of person is usually self-confident and self-confident. , and in the Korean entertainment industry, anyone who dares to go against tradition will be crushed to pieces by the power of tradition.

However, when he waited until An Junhyuk woke up and had a conversation, he immediately threw that little hesitation out of the blue.

From the beginning of the conversation, Quan Baogen felt that An Junhe didn't want to talk to him, but even so, he didn't show any impatience or dissatisfaction, and always maintained a distant but polite attitude.

Quan Baogen has always believed that if a person wants to succeed, the first step is to learn to control his emotions, and people who are emotionally angry will not last long.

An Junhe didn't have the energy to guess what Quan Baogeun was thinking now. For him, the other party made a suggestion, but he refused, and the matter was as simple as that.

He turned his head and looked outside. It was getting late. In the southwest sky, the hazy spring sun was quietly disappearing to the other side of the mountain. The smooth road reflected the faint orange light of the sky and stretched out in the wilderness.The bus is driving quietly on it, the trees and mountains on both sides are constantly retreating, the sea breeze in early spring has made the greenery start to climb up the field, they are continuous, forming a dark color in the fast-moving sight, and drawn out to the surroundings, Spread the earth.

And in this undulating black color, at the end of the winding road, a majestic city sitting next to the sea comes into view.

That was his familiar hometown - Busan.

It has been nearly two years since he left home, and when he got closer, the excitement and joy that he should have had was gone. Sadness seemed to be at the end of his field of vision. Like the city that was getting bigger and bigger as the distance got closer, it gradually filled his whole body. In my heart, at a certain moment, tears suddenly fell.

"call……"

He took a few deep breaths, controlled the emotions that were about to collapse, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

The scene from yesterday seemed to reappear in front of his eyes—the second lieutenant sighed and brought several documents on the table in front of him. On the first page, the huge word "Obituary" filled his eyes and pierced straight into the eyes on the blindingly white paper. heart.

He used to think that it was enough to see such a scene once, and he would never see it again. He regarded the scene that appeared in his dream two months ago as an overly homesick imagination, and laughed at it. Himself——"Mom's body is so good, how could it be possible to suddenly..."

But it never occurred to me that that scene really became a reality yesterday.

Yes, my mother is in good health, but in this world, time and disease are not the only things that can take away life.

"……mom……"[

…………

Quan Baogen thought about it, but still felt it was a pity. When the bus merged into Busan with the traffic flow and finally stopped at the station, he yelled to An Junhyuk, who got off the bus first with his backpack, and his spirit seemed to become more depressed with the weather: " Ahn Joon Hyuk x, if possible, please think about it again?"

What responded to him was the back of the other party in a taxi and hurried away.

Didn't you hear?

Quan Baogen was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and scolded himself a few idiots in his heart: what are you thinking about so much, and now you haven't even got the other party's contact information, this parting, I will probably never see you again It's gone, it's not easy to see a seedling that even makes my heart flutter!

At this time, the phone rang, which temporarily dispelled his complaints about himself, and he quickly picked it up. The voice on the phone made his face straighten, and he lowered his posture unconsciously: "Ah, yes, President... ...Yes, I have arrived in Busan, I just got off the bus...Yes, I will communicate with them...Yes, yes..."

It wasn't until the other party hung up the phone that Quan Baogen realized that he had already bent over and his temples were covered with sweat.

But just one phone call brought such a lot of pressure to myself, and I broke out in a cold sweat from nervousness.He secretly smiled wryly, recalling the thin and indifferent face and irritable temper of Li Xiuman in his mind, and subconsciously shuddered.

"Hey, it's better not to think about it, no matter how good the seedling is, you can't feed me now, so let's do my job well!"

In another two months, s m company will hold the 2th best selection meeting, and all departments in the company are busy. Even so, accidents continue to occur. Originally, Quan Baogeun was in charge of the selection of Jeonbuk. After all, he is People from Quanzhou are more comfortable in their hometown, but a few days ago in Busan, the head of the department in charge had a car accident, and the current hospitalization law is no longer in charge of the work, so the company had to send him over to coordinate and deal with the accident of the head of the department on behalf of the company remaining problems.

President Li Xiuman’s phone call just now was to explain these things. Quan Baogen could hear that the family members of the other party in the car accident seemed to be in trouble. Duo's patience fell to the lowest point, even through the phone and a long distance away, he seemed to be able to feel the tyrant's brewing anger that was about to explode.

Quan Baogen also knows a little bit about the company's high-level affairs. It is said that the life of President Li Xiuman has not been good recently. The board of directors has tolerated his arbitrary behavior. The three major shareholders united to prepare to weaken his equity.

Seeing that the company he had built and grown was about to be snatched away by a group of capitalists, it was no wonder that the irascible person had a bad temper.

Shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his temples with his hand, Quan Baogen waved for a taxi from a distance, and after giving an address, he leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Tomorrow, there are many things to do!

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When the night was getting dark, the taxi finally drove to the destination. Through a layer of glass, An Junhe looked at the street that he had grown up for more than ten years and was familiar with every tree and tree. Taking a deep breath, suppressing the soreness in his nose and the pain that seemed to be pouring out of his chest, he paid the fare, picked up his backpack and put it on his back, and walked slowly towards a certain house he was familiar with.

It was a milky white two-story building, which was different from the strong Korean style of other surrounding buildings. It was boxy, neatly planned, and without any bright spots, but today, it has become a whole street. All eyes.

The eaves of the small building are covered with plain white paper flowers, a few white lanterns with the word "Dian" hidden behind the flowers, exuding a faint light, in the place shrouded in light, the door is open, stacked wreaths Rendering a heavy atmosphere, faint sorrow and joy floated out of the house, passing through the night sky with the wind, lingering around An Junhe, who was hesitantly watching this side from a distance.

The next moment, he started to run, suppressing the pain all the time and hoped that all this was just a fluke of a dream, as his heart was beating violently due to running, his chest was beating like a drum.

The tall figure passed through the gate covered with wreaths, the backpack fell behind him, making a heavy muffled sound, surrounded by the small yard, some neighbors and relatives who came to help, saw a man running in like crazy, He rushed into the room, was stunned for a while, and then exclaimed: "Ah, it's Junhe, Junhe is back!"

"Come and hold him quickly, don't let him see."

The whole small building suddenly became noisy and flustered. Following the exclamation, a group of people ran out of the house and hugged An Junhe tightly. Faces flashed before the eyes, and the noisy comfort seemed to be separated by a floor. Glass echoed in my ears.

"Junhyuk, calm down!"

"Jun Hyuk, Jun Hyuk, don't scare brother, calm down, calm down!"

"..."

These are not important anymore, he struggled hard, and finally saw the coffin lying horizontally in the middle of the living room and the black and white photo standing on it, surrounded by a few candles, through the crack of the crowd.

In the photo, a beautiful woman is smiling, and the candle is flickering, making her eyes seem to be looking at this place vividly.

At that moment, the emotions that had been suppressed finally collapsed.

"what----"

A shrill cry rushed out with tears. Outside the small door, there were crowds of people, noisy and hysterical. Inside the door, coffins and photos stood quietly.

Such a clear distinction, as if two worlds!