Korean Hurricane Idol

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There is only this chapter today. One reason is that I am busy with work, and the other is that this chapter is more difficult to write.

After reading the book review section, I was a little sad, you guys underestimated me, and I took so much effort to portray her just for the sake of abuse?How can it be! !I said it was cool, and I kept my word, and this goal will not change.

Thanks to Song Bingshu Mie Shenfeng and Ling Hongyan Wei Laojun for their rewards, Jian Mie Shenfeng's evaluation votes, and Pie Xiaoyue Mubai's reminder!

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Its daybreak!

In the hotel bedroom, on the large double bed, a beam of sunlight cast from the gap in the curtains slowly climbed up his forehead, and he opened his eyes in the faint scorching heat.

When he got up, the beam of sunlight slid down with warmth. He looked at the opposite wall and was dazed for a while. The groggy feeling that he had just woken up lingered in his head. Then he went to the bathroom to pick up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face. Just sober up.

Unscrewing the faucet to put hot water, while waiting, he stood in front of the sink, wiped off the mist on the mirror, and looked at himself inside.The memory in my mind is jumping, like an unreal movie projected on a curtain, occasionally flickering indistinctly.In the air blown by the wind in the deep night, her trembling voice was rippling, people were coming and going around her, and the smell of squid burning wafted in the wind.But recalling it now, at that moment, the whole world seemed to be lost in black and white, blurred, and the only clear thing left was the two of them. She hugged him from behind, didn't give him a chance to refuse, and said the words "take on" All the sad confessions.

He lowered his head slightly, and the soft pajamas rubbed against his back in this movement, as if the wetness from last night's tears still remained there.

It seemed that on the way back, she raised her teary face amidst the wind and the swaying leaves, and asked him softly, "Can we...can still be friends?"

The brilliance of neon illuminated the teardrops. He didn't answer, but looked at her with a quiet but lonely smile, and turned around silently. The shadow was dragged by the street lamp for a long time, and moved forward with loneliness, stretching all the way, dipping into the side of the road in the darkness.

In fact, only he himself knows that when she asked that sentence, he was actually hesitant and decisive and was almost completely drowned by her tears. For a moment, his reason was almost dominated by impulse, and he agreed to the trivial requirements.

It's just that he didn't gain the upper hand in the end. The calmness he cultivated over the years made him choose the answer he thought was the most suitable——

However, why is it that when I recall it at this time, my chest is so heavy that it seems that it is difficult to breathe?

The hot water in the bathtub behind him had been filled up, the mist rose and filled the air, and the sound of splashing water broke him out of the picture of memories.

"An Junhyuk... stop thinking about it!"

He shook his head, said this to himself, then took off his pajamas, stepped into the bathtub and sat down slowly, sinking into the bottom of the pool, letting the warm water completely surround him.

This is how the day begins.

Today is the last day of publicity in this book, and it is also the continuation week of TV Tokyo's "Sorry, I Love You" finale promotion, which makes the ratings continue to rise. The ratings of the finale can establish the ratings champion in the first half of 05.

So this last day's schedule is extremely busy. Variety shows, meet-and-greet meetings, street promotions, etc. are going on all day long. Dongshi itself will make an exception again, broadcasting their activities on the news file, and even more at night. A live interview will be reserved for Ahn Jun Hyuk, who is the most popular. Using these methods, we will try our best to draw the audience's attention to the prime time "Sorry, I Love You".

After getting up to take a shower and just changed his clothes, Quan Baogen and the reception staff of the TV station found him. While accompanying him to the downstairs restaurant for breakfast, he explained to him the things that need to be paid attention to during today's activities. Not long after, other The main creator also got up and rushed over, only Lin Xiujing was missing!

"She doesn't seem to be feeling well, and she won't be able to catch up with the schedule today."

Facing the inquiries from Jang Keun Suk, Seo Ji Young and others, Kwon Bo Geun, who had already received the information from the reception staff, shrugged and replied. [

"Why did you suddenly feel unwell? You were fine yesterday!" Xu Zhiying scratched her head in confusion, and then looked at the silent Ahn Jun-hyuk: "Jun-hyuk, you live on the same floor as Miss Xiujing, is she sick? ?is it serious?"

What surprised her was that An Junhe, who was always upright in the past, seemed to be absent-minded today, and just ate the soup spoon by spoon, looking absent-minded.

She kicked him lightly, and when he suddenly woke up and looked at him suspiciously, she repeated what she said just now, and worried: "Is she sick too?" "

"...I'm fine." An Junhe shook his head, and stopped talking, making Xu Zhiying's expression puzzled.But she got used to being careless, and then she stopped thinking about this question, and started chirping about trivial things like where she visited and what she bought during her rest yesterday.

An Junhe, who responded to her a few words from time to time, seemed to no longer be in a daze, as if the previous absent-mindedness had never happened, and everything was as usual.

But only he knew that his heart was disturbed.

Hearing the news that she was not feeling well, I couldn't help feeling a little worried, and wanted to make a phone call to inquire, but when I reached for the phone, I slowly retracted it.

Perhaps, she wasn't physically uncomfortable, but her heart...

Such thoughts weighed heavily on his chest.He smiled wryly, didn't he have this kind of consideration when he chose to refuse like that before?Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Cut the relationship cleanly at once, without dragging the water, and then leave it to time to solve it. No matter how deep the trauma of the soul is, it will heal eventually. It is better than letting her keep a share that she will never get. The feeling of responding foolishly delayed Qinghao.

He convinced himself so deeply in his heart, but when all kinds of reasons that were very logical and correct approached things emerged in his mind little by little, he found that he couldn't feel at ease!

I don't know why... I can't understand it at all... My thinking is stuck in an endless loop... I'm stuck!

Many doubts popped up in the brain, filled more and more, many memories rushed up messily, criss-crossing with complicated thoughts, and finally, suddenly freeze on one screen.

That was a few months ago, when I just joined the crew.

The walls of the small and simple hotel room were mottled, there were traces of water erosion in the corners, and the simple hard bed. She sat in front, and the sun shone from behind, making her whole body look like she was covered with a light coat.

That was the first time he looked at her intently, the first time he touched her other side besides the quiet and melancholy, the first time, his heart was beating!

Beside the dining table, he silently put down the spoon, raised his hand and rubbed his swollen forehead, and in the silence, for the first time, he felt a little lost about his choice...

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Its daybreak!

Outside the undrawn curtain, the sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling glass and spread over a large area, covering the entire bed behind. She was lying on the bed, and the moment she opened her eyes, she was submerged in the brilliance.

In the scorching heat that surrounded her whole body, when the manager's sister came to wake her up and said that she had to catch up with the schedule, she said she didn't want to go.

The manager's sister looked at her in astonishment, not understanding why.

She said she wasn't feeling well, and then the manager's sister understood something, looked at her with pity, and left with a sigh. [

She was lying quietly in the room alone, listening to the ticking of the clock, looking at the pure white quilt reflecting the sunlight, reflecting the ceiling brightly, her mind was blank and messy.I forgot when I fell in love with him, maybe it was from the first time we met, maybe it was the day I was arrested, or maybe it was in the rafters in Australia.

Before meeting him, she always lived in a world of one person, thinking about profound or superficial issues. That kind of life was very quiet, no one would disturb her, and there were no worries, but she was somewhat deserted and lonely.

At that time, she often thought, what is the specific meaning of people's existence in this world?

Without an answer, she couldn't comprehend that for an uncertain goal, they recklessly embarked on the path of fate, sometimes deviated, sometimes corrected, involuntarily.

Until I meet him!

What I remember the most is that every time I followed behind him, that broad back was so tall and thick that it could almost support the world in front of me.

For the first time, I found meaning in life, and for the first time, I understood why people still pursue it over and over again, even though they can't see hope.It was also the first time that when she closed her eyes, she would not feel the darkness and silence around her, and she would not feel that she was getting farther and farther away from this world. At that time, the figure he left in her mind would take all The darkness, torn to pieces, would take hold of her and take away the vacuum that separated her from the world.

Her cheeks were a little cold, she raised her hand to wipe it, and her fingertips felt moist.

crying again!

She sat up and wiped away tears.The sea of ​​sunshine is burning in this place, the skin is warm, but the heart is cold. The figure in my mind that would hold her and protect her disappeared last night.

On the dressing table next to the bed, the huge mirror reflected her sitting figure in it. When she turned her head to look, she was surrounded by a piece of pure white.

Suddenly, I remembered the morning when I was arrested and then rescued by him, the small hotel with mottled walls, that day was also as bright as the sun today, and she was sitting on the bed like today, the sun shone in from outside, covering her drowned in the light of poverty.

The difference is that at that time, she was full of warmth from body to heart, because at that time he was standing in front of her bed, but at this time...but not!

I really want to go back to that time, back to the time when I only had a good impression of him, and I didn't let her or him notice it.

The two are just friends, she can stand by his side recklessly, without having to think so much, and let his figure fill her eyes and fill her heart.

Yesterday, I asked him "Can we...can still be friends?" I really hoped that he would agree, so that I could use this identity to lie in his arms and say to him:

I'm broken in love, my heart hurts...

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