Korean Hurricane Idol

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and when I woke up this morning, I saw the morning glow in the distance like fire.

The seven-day vigil has passed, and my mother was buried next to my father's tomb yesterday. The husband and wife who had been separated for more than ten years, came together again in this way, with complex feelings of sadness and comfort lingering in my chest, I don't know Why, the depression and pain that filled my mind before suddenly disappeared a lot.

At this time An Junhe stood, looking at the bright sky at the junction of the sea and sky in the distance, and the warm sea breeze rushing towards his face in the cold morning, his heart was like this weather, and suddenly became more lively.

In any case, since the person has passed away, blindly remembering her will not bring her back to life, but will harm herself and the people around her. Instead of this, it is better to cheer up as soon as possible. Only in this way can I have enough energy to deal with many things in the future.

He has always been so sane and purposeful. [

The house has not been tidied up since he came back yesterday. Some paper flowers scattered on the ground were stained by people coming and going, and they were tightly attached to the ground. The lanterns under the eaves were also distorted by the wind and burned. The paper dust crawled all over the surrounding walls and ceilings, and these must be cleaned properly.

Relatives would have come to help, but...

An Junhe shook his head with a wry smile, didn't think too much, just washed up casually, then rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

The house is not big, but it covers an area of ​​30 pings. Because there were only 3 people in the family before, and there were not many rooms, the thorough cleaning did not take much effort. It was completed near noon, when the sun was already high in the sky, and the sky was full of light. An Junhyuk, who was sitting in the small yard resting with the heat pouring down, closed his eyes slightly.

The breeze flows in quietly through the half-opened gate, caressing the courtyard, a few potted plants in the courtyard that my mother used to tend, swaying branches, and began to reveal new sprouts, the little green color, just seeing it, I feel the mood cheer up.

What my mother liked most in the past was them at this time. She liked the vigorous vitality that seemed to explode suddenly.

"...It's a pity that this place can no longer be lived in."

An Junhe, whose eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, thought so.

Because in this house, there are too many imprints of my mother. Every brick and every tile is made by her sweat and hard work. Could it be that one day at the end of winter, my mother left it there, waiting for spring to move it into a potted plant.

Living in such an environment is a kind of torture for both him and Zhixiu, so in his dream, he will take Zhixiu to Jeju Island in the future.

Maybe only when time gradually heals the pain, they will come back again, use it to activate the memory of the past, and use it to miss!

Before that, the best choice is to stay far away from it, especially when Zhixiu is paralyzed.

So immersed in thoughts, I don't know how long it has passed. The creaking sound of the door opening woke An Junhe from his contemplation. He turned his head, and a young man came in through the front door. Seeing him sitting in the yard, the man was startled. "Why are you sitting here?"

"I'm not used to the house, I always think of something." An Junhe stood up and welcomed him into the house. There was no hot water in the house, so he searched for a bottle of rice wine, found a cup and poured a glass, and handed it to the young man: "... ...What do you say over there?"

The young man picked up the cup and raised his head to kill him in one gulp. Although the degree was small, his face flushed for a while, and he was beginning to appear drunk. He let out a breath, took out a card from his pocket and handed it to An Junhe, and said with a smile: "Although It's more troublesome, but today, they probably don't want to continue to procrastinate, and 2 million won has been put into this card."

As he said that, he looked at An Junhe, "How do you know they will definitely take out this money?"

"The psychology of rich people, as long as they don't violate their psychological bottom line, it's not a problem that can be solved with money. Only people like us will find it troublesome to use money."

An Junhe naturally knows this truth, because in the future, he will also become a part of the rich.

Looking at the small, thin card in his hand, although it is very light, it seems that he has exhausted all his strength to pick it up, his hands are trembling slightly, his eyes are complicated and dim. [

In a sense, this card was bought in exchange for his mother's life and his sister's legs. Although he himself didn't think that way because he had his own plans, obviously his relatives thought so, otherwise, Nor did they leave one by one after their mother was buried.

Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, the young man sitting across from him drinking a cup of rice wine said at this time: "To be honest, if I hadn't played with you since I was a child and got to know your personality, I would have thought that you are an eye-catcher for money. Open. Junhyuk, tell brother, what on earth are you thinking? The family has already turned upside down because of your decision, no matter what, you can at least give me a reason to continue helping you!"

The young man is also An Jun Hyuk's cousin, named Park Young Joon, who is currently studying at Pusan ​​National University and is an out-and-out famous student.

Hearing his inquiry, An Junhyuk smiled: "Now at home, only you understand me?"

"Yingcheng and the others also know that you must have other plans, but they are not as free as I am. Once the uncles lose their temper, they dare not resist. Don't take it too seriously."

"I know." An Junhyuk nodded, then changed the topic, and said with a smile: "After dark, follow me to a place."

"Ok!"

After that, there was silence. An Junhyuk silently packed some things in the room and prepared to take them with him when he was about to leave. Park Yingjun drank the bottle of rice wine in one go, as if venting something. After getting more energy, he was very dizzy. He didn't even eat lunch, so he found a random place in the guest room and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. He rubbed his sore neck and walked out of the room. There was no light on. In the living room shrouded in darkness, there was only a little fire flickering on the sofa, and a vague figure sat on it, motionless.

"Junhyuk? Why don't you turn on the light?"

He asked, and then fumbled to turn on the light, the sudden bright light made him unable to adapt for a while, and his head started to hurt a little, which was the effect of drunkenness.

It took a while for him to get used to the light. Seeing An Junhe who was sitting on the sofa silently stubbed out his cigarette, his brows frowned: "When did you start smoking?"

"Occasionally smoke one." An Junhe replied briefly, "You wash up first, I'll wait for you outside the door."

Looking at the back of An Junhyuk leaving quickly, for some reason, Park Yingjun always felt that something was going to happen tonight. After thinking about it for a while, his head hurt more and more. He shook his head and had to give up thinking and go to the bathroom. After washing my face, I finally felt better.

After going out the door, An Junhe was squatting under the steps in front of the door and waiting. At this time, Park Yingjun noticed that he was wearing a black suit tonight, the style is the kind of dress that is only used for funerals, and the back is worn on the back. A long backpack, I don't know what's in it.

Seeing him coming out, An Junhyuk didn't say much, got up and stepped on the motorcycle parked aside, put on his helmet, and beckoned him to get on the car.

Park Yingjun suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, took the helmet handed over and put it on, and amidst the roar, the motorcycle whizzed and rushed out.

Busan at night is actually the busiest time of the day. This is a tourist city. Tourists scattered in various surrounding areas during the day all come back here at night. They live a unique nightlife in this place surrounded by mountains and sea, but the two The motorcycle came all the way, but Park Yingjun found that he didn't see many pedestrians. It wasn't until after a few sections that he realized that An Junhe had been deliberately choosing some remote sections to advance.

Park Yingjun didn't know what An Junhyuk wanted to do, and he was inevitably flustered, but out of trust in his cousin, he chose to suppress his doubts.

After galloping like this for about half an hour, the motorcycle carried them to an area Park Yingjun didn't know, and then gradually slowed down, and finally passed a small path and entered an alley.

One side of the alley is the darkness connecting the trails, while the other side is brightly lit. It seems to be a very lively street. Apart from the bustling and noisy voices of pedestrians, Park Yingjun can vaguely hear the mixed bass that belongs to the nightclub The roar of the cannon.

An Junhe walked through half an alley, and finally stopped in a shadow, and took a step forward, and there was a place covered by light. [

Such a clear distinction between light and darkness makes the shadow more able to play a concealing effect. Pu Yingjun followed him without knowing why, watching him calmly take out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and cover the lower half of his face , He took off the backpack on his back again, and he slowly pulled out a heavy-looking bat. Under the blurred light, Park Yingjun vaguely saw the metallic color on the surface of the bat.

At this moment, he suddenly understood something, and his face suddenly turned pale. Just as he was about to say something, An Junhe, who had been silent in front of him, suddenly spoke.

"Brother, do you remember our previous club?"

"Mom didn't want me to be bad. She beat me up at that time, and I didn't continue to mess around like that. You also thought I had taken care of it, but you didn't know it. I still kept in touch with some people. In the end At first, I only thought about being prepared, after all, this is a country where the underworld is rampant..."

"In the past few days, I have been paying attention to him. It seems that someone finally helped him solve the problem. He has no pressure, so just after he came out of the hospital, he couldn't wait to linger around here every night. Thanks to your help I, I think, things ended perfectly today, he will definitely come here to celebrate... After all, he doesn't need to go to jail!"

"...What a naive guy, they really believed it, bro, you said that if he gets drunk in a nightclub and argues with others, and something bad happens, will his family suspect me? Woolen cloth?"

Pu Yingjun's hands began to tremble, and he stared blankly at the tall figure in front of him. For a moment, he even wondered, was the person in front of him really the younger brother he was familiar with?

At this point, there is no need to explain further, Park Young Joon is not a fool, of course he knows who the "he" An Jun Hyuk is talking about - Jiang Jae Won, the driver who caused all the troubles in Jun Hyuk's house, was just blackmailed by him today 2 million won rich second generation.

Suspect?Of course they wouldn't doubt it!

Park Yingjun smiled miserably. He has always been in charge of the negotiations with the other side. He knew that Jun Hyuk claimed 5 million won at the beginning. At that time, he didn't understand why Jun Hyuk did that. It wasn't really that he was blinded by money. It wasn't until now that he realized that his younger brother had misled everyone from the very beginning. He used his greedy face to convince everyone except a few brothers that he was borrowing money. At this opportunity, the lion opened his mouth and demanded huge compensation.

Let everyone believe that he is a person who can use everything in order to get rich.

Such a person, if something is disguised as an accident, who would have thought that he would do it?

I'm afraid even the police will rule him out immediately when they investigate!