Korean Hurricane Idol

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After SPN sent P and Baoer away, An Junhyuk called Quan Baogen and told him about the idea of ​​launching the activity at noon, and told him to make preparations. After MB agreed, he could start immediately. (138 reading, novels are faster and better 138 reading)

Quan Baogen agreed, and then joked: "Jun He, aren't you afraid that NT will say you're a show?"

Many celebrities engage in similar activities, and there is naturally general praise from the society, but derogatory words are also indispensable. Showing off is one of the most frequently used reasons.

An Junhe just smiled at his statement.

Whether in his dreams or now, he never rejects charitable and public welfare activities of a show nature, and he doesn't care what others think. If he starts from the side of a businessman and pays back the society, the society must also feed back some potential benefits—such as good Personal and corporate image. [

If you start from his own worldview and morality, he also advocates team strength more. Charity and public welfare cannot be undertaken by one person. For example, if a person wants to help an orphanage, he may spend his whole life and lose his fortune. It may not necessarily solve the predicament fundamentally, but if he can attract many people to participate through publicity, then this goal can be easily achieved, and by the way, it can also expand the population base for charity.

Be it the present reality or the dream world, every time I hear someone say, which celebrity has done some good deeds in a low-key manner, donated most of his family property, has been unknown for many years, and how noble his moral character is, An Junhyuk's reaction to this is usually It's a snort.

In his opinion, those so-called high-minded people are not as noble in their hearts as their actions. Most of those people think that everyone is drunk and only awake, immersed in their own so-called sorrow and pleasure, but they don’t think about it at all. , if we publicize the good deeds and let more people join the ranks, will it bring better results.

It's not that they don't understand the principle of gathering crowds, but that they are self-proclaimed and think that propaganda is just for show, so that they will join forces with people they usually look down on.

In fact, considering the society as a whole, such noble talents should be condemned most - they have wasted too many resources!

Of course, there is no need to tell Quan Baogen these thoughts, "Don't worry about how nt slanders me, Uncle Baogen, you really get older and younger, you accepted a show for me without saying a word."

"Uh...hehe, you haven't been on too many shows since you debuted, and it happened that mb came to contact me again, so I thought..."

"After the show, let's have a good chat!"

He made a vague threat, hung up the phone, and regardless of how nervous Quan Baogen would be to the beeping busy tone, An Junhyuk returned to the set and continued filming.

I was busy until late at night before I finally got away, had supper at a nearby roadside stall with Jin Xuaner and Zheng Liyuan, and then went back to the hotel.When we parted ways in the corridor, Jin Xuan'er, who drank a bottle of soju and blushed slightly, said to him slightly drunk: "Jun Hyuk, what happened at noon... I'm sorry, I don't know your family situation, I didn't mean to ..."

"It's okay, Sister Xuan'er!" Interrupting her, An Junhe said with a smile: "This kind of thing is always brought up, and it has been a long time, so there is no need to be taboo so much! Well, hurry up and go to rest, tomorrow You have to get up early."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jin Xuan'er to say anything, he waved his hand and walked towards his room.

He opened the door with the room card, entered the room, and when he turned back to close the door, he vaguely heard Zheng Liyuan curiously asking softly: "Sister Xuan'er, what's the situation at Junhe's opp's house?"

Then the door was closed tightly, blocking all the sound from the outside, and not a single sound could come in.

He didn't know how Jin Xuan'er would describe it to Zheng Liyuan, and he didn't want to think about those issues. Although he said it in a chic way, saying that the matter had passed for a long time and he didn't care, how could he not care?

The longing for my mother is still strong in my heart, almost overflowing, my thoughts are a little idle, and all kinds of memories come to my mind, some in my hometown, some in Haeundae , since I can remember, the bits and pieces accumulated in my life for more than ten years are like a handful of fermented dough, swelling in my chest, getting bigger and bigger, making it difficult to breathe.

Without turning on the light, he groped into the bathroom in the dark, and splashed cold water on his face several times before he felt better, but the memory images did not stop because of this.

He still clearly remembers that in the summer of the second year after his father died, some naughty classmates in the school surrounded Zhixiu and called him a wild child who had a father but did not raise him.He got into a fight with those people and scalped one of his classmates. The parents of the other party insisted and asked the school to expel him.

The mother who hurried to the school slapped him hard, and he still remembers the pain and disappointment in her eyes when she looked at him that afternoon in the sunny office. [

He didn't know how she settled the matter in the end, because he hated her so much that day, even at night, he couldn't calm down, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Then in the middle of the night, I felt that she quietly got out of bed, took the clothes he had changed, turned on the desk lamp, faced the dim light, and sewed the clothes up and down with needles and threads. The place.

Her eyes are actually not very good. She suffered from cloudy vitreous due to years of hard work. She can't see clearly when the light is weak. It took a long time to fix the few openings, and then she folded her clothes and put them away quietly. Beside his pillow, and then stood there, looking at him all the time.

He didn't want to talk to her, and pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed. After some time passed, his forehead suddenly felt hot—it was the temperature of her lips!

"Mom, I'm sorry Jun Hyuk!" He heard her say softly, "I shouldn't have hit you without asking. Our Jun Hyuk is a good boy, and he knows how to protect his sister at such a young age..."

I couldn't hear the next words clearly anymore, I only knew that a hot tear fell on his cheek, and she couldn't hide her sobs in her murmurs.

He didn't dare to open his eyes. He didn't know what her eyes that were clouded by water vapor looked like when she was crying. He only heard by accident later that she knelt down in front of the classmate's parents to beg him in order not to be expelled from the school that day.

He suddenly thought, maybe it is a very beautiful scenery, maybe as she often described, it is more pure and flawed like a pair of black gemstones.

The water in the bathtub gradually filled up and overflowed with a splash. Facing the mirror of the sink, he wiped away the marks on his face whether it was water or tears. An Junhyuk took off his clothes and lay down silently, letting the water surface drown themselves.

Only in this way can he hold back his emotions from breaking down, taste the bitterness at the corner of his mouth, and hide all the violence and sorrow.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but want to kill someone! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to 138 Kanshu Literature to register as a member of this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)