Korean Entertainment's Sadness at the End of Winter

() "Once a tree has taken root, it will never move again, even if it dries up to death. It is said in the book that the love like a tree, the encounter of the fragrance of flowers, even if the fragrance fades away, it is still profound. .”

Li Yanxi closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she was reading poetry aloud.This passage is a classic quotation in "Chrysanthemum Fragrance", a beautiful and romantic declaration of love, which has become the yearning of countless young men and women.

"Teacher, isn't it nice and moving?" Li Yanxi slowly opened her eyelids and asked softly.Such a beautiful love is the lingering pursuit of every girl's dream.

But the girl's feelings do not understand the cruelty of life.This kind of love only exists in fantasy. Not everyone can bear such a tragic story.

"En." Han Bin's expression trembled slightly, and he nodded.

I still wrote the story with the fragrance of flowers.But the refreshing encounter under the tree belongs only to your encounter in memory, but I can only tell this story with the tip of my pen.

In fact, I have never even seen the scene where you met, and I can't remember your smiling faces clearly.

In this way, I hope you can smell the faint scent of flowers, and let the beautiful encounter be engraved in your heart.Because of you, I am who I am now.

Inexplicably heavy, Han Bin's heart trembled, and there were waves of ripples in his calm state of mind, which made his waist, which was sitting upright, slowly bend down, as if it withered all of a sudden.

I really want to lie on my stomach, cover my face with my hands, and vent my strange emotions loudly.My heart hurts so badly that I really want to prostrate on the ground, but I can't, and I will be as weak as I was a few years ago.

Years of growth, accumulated pain.Hidden deeply.Han Bin crossed his hands, his chin resting on his elbows, only a look of pain flashed in his eyes, and then his expression returned to normal, but it looked a little deeper and more desolate.

People who don't understand.I always thought that Han Bin's pain was only due to Han Xue, but it was not the case. A person's life is very complicated, everyone has intricate experiences, and Han Bin had more than one period of pain. .

A long time ago, I can't remember when it started.He is also a cheerful and optimistic little boy, running happily in the wilderness of the country.

When the scene changed, when he came to the big city of Seoul, there was only a weak sister by his side, and the whole world was full of gloomy colors.

In the wilderness of the countryside, there are also many secrets hidden there.

"Teacher!" He called softly.Li Yanxi patted Han Bin on the shoulder lightly.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought." Shaking his head helplessly, Han Bin explained with a smile.And Bai Yuezhen next to her seemed to have a panoramic view of the changes in Han Bin's expression.

"This bad habit is not good." Li Yanxi squinted her eyes, like a little fox, and continued. "Teacher, what I said just now is the story in "Chrysanthemum Fragrance". Isn't it beautiful?"

"It's beautiful." Han Bin said inexplicably. "Someone said that when the breeze is blowing, it is the season when the fragrance of flowers overflows."

"Well... What did you say, teacher?" Li Yanxi frowned and asked.

"But in the beautiful season, the breeze lifts up the broken petals, full of sadness. Therefore, this story is very sad." Han Bin paused, and the sentence he told was full of beautiful colors, but it sounded inexplicable heavy.

Qi Qi frowned.Bai Yuezhen couldn't understand.Li Yanxi couldn't understand even more, and Han Bin had a faint smile on his lips, he knew and understood.

What he said almost sums up the connotation of love described in "Chrysanthemum Fragrance".And this story.It is also a story belonging to Han Bin.

"Teacher, you really said some sentences that sound good but you don't understand." Li Yanxi puffed her cheeks and hummed dissatisfiedly.

"In the future, you will understand." And Han Bin replied seemingly perfunctorily.

After a while, the rest time is over.Han Bin put away the sudden sigh, shook his head and walked towards the shooting scene, his expression didn't fluctuate much, and he devoted himself to the filming with an extremely serious attitude. .

Kim Tae Kyun is very satisfied with Han Bin's earnest and hardworking way of filming, and he can also see Han Bin's progress in acting, and the longer he is in contact with Han Bin, the more gratified he is.

The tense shooting continued until the sky was dark. It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky would be enveloped in darkness soon.Such a natural color is not conducive to shooting.

So, after shooting the last small shot, Han Bin set off to return.

"Xiao Bin, I have other things to deal with, you go back first." Bai Yuezhen said apologetically when the car arrived at the back door of the SM company building.In addition to being Han Bin's manager, she is also a successful businessman, and many company decisions require her nod to execute.

It is not easy to squeeze out so much free time to accompany Han Bin to catch up on the announcement.Bai Yuezhen also has her own affairs to be busy, Han Bin understands very well.

"Well, it's okay, I can go back by myself, be careful on the way." Han Bin said goodbye to her with a smile.

As night fell quietly, the silver Mercedes-Benz was dotted on the road like a ray of light, gradually disappearing.But Han Bin could only stand quietly, with mixed feelings in the quiet environment.

The cold wind suddenly picked up, and the coldness of night invaded the body like a tarsus, and it lingered for a long time.Han Bin subconsciously tightened his clothes, but the thick down jacket still failed to give him warmth.

Instinctively, I felt that I couldn't stand for a long time, so I walked slowly with stiff steps. Occasionally, the wind lifted the branches and leaves of the big trees on the side of the road, making a rustling sound, which sounded very bleak.

Night and darkness have always existed side by side, and the penetrating silence often evokes endless memories, while Han Bin's silent footsteps on the road are like stepping on traces of sadness, falling into the past little by little.

He has always been a very sensitive person, anxious about gains and losses, longing for warmth, imagining a simple life, but always sentimental, not very firm about what he pursues, and in terms of image, he has no self-motivation.

The complex character shaped by the painful past is mixed with too many variable factors, good-looking novel:.Han Bin's personality is like a criss-crossing and forking road, and every fork symbolizes a new journey.

But he didn't have the courage to move forward, standing at the crossroads in a daze, not knowing where to take the next step, or fearing that the next journey would still be a dark road without sunshine.

On the surface, he also pretended to be very natural, without the casual expression of sadness in the past, his life became rich and colorful, and he returned as an actor.Everything seemed to be thriving and full of new hope.

The obvious change is enough to see that he seems to have stepped out of the shadow of the past.But how can a person forget the past? Every piece of memory is a mark, engraved in everyone's heart, leaving deep marks one by one.

These impressions are the foundation of shaping a person's character, which greatly affects a person's thoughts and behaviors.

And the imprints in Han Bin's heart are all sad pasts.Although there is a lot of laughter around me now, my mood will not be depressed anytime and anywhere, which proves that there is more hope for joy in life now than before.

However, the unchanging things will never change, and his sadness is restrained and hidden, but it does not mean that he is a piece of sunshine from now on.

In such a quiet night, my thoughts will always flood like a tide, and the sentimental emotions will overflow the surface little by little, and I can't control myself, let alone recall the past.

Sadness raged in the night, he needed warmth, but the night wind was cold.

"You need sunshine." He stretched his hands flat on his chest and rubbed them together for warmth. After tightening his collar, Han Bin blew a breath of hot air on his palms, and a faint white mist rose, blinding his eyes.

He raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly to look at the sky. At this time, there was no sunlight, only the bleak moonlight flowing down like water, reflecting on his dim face.

He used to believe that every time he looked up at the sky, the 45-degree upward direction was the best position for the sun to shine, and the sun in this position was the warmest.

But now, he doesn't believe it.Because when the blue sky turns into a dark night sky, the sun is no longer there.

"There will be lights on the road. If you go down, there will be light." Walking slowly, Han Bin murmured softly. temperature gradually cooled.

Is it inexplicably sad!No, "Chrysanthemum Fragrance" is not a simple novel, and the love like a tree is not completely illusory.

A long time ago, the reason why Han Bin wrote this story was actually for sustenance, injecting all the thoughts and longings in his heart into "Chrysanthemum Fragrance", and sending some people his deep inner dependence.

He and she are the greatest people in the world.Han Bin has always thought so, and he doesn't think it's naive.If this is childish, then he is willing to remain childish forever.

So his sentimentality is not moaning without illness, more often, it is like a kind of nostalgia and longing, yearning for beautiful things.Although every time he thinks of the past, he will feel inexplicable sadness, but he still hopes to have these memories to support him.

Because if a person does not have a full support of the past, he is undoubtedly the same as a puppet without a soul.

Sure enough, sadness is Han Bin's connotation, and it seems that it will never change.Even though he looks natural on the surface, warming everyone around him with sunshine, the sadness is still there.

The night was very deep, and Han Bin walked alone on the bleak road, walking forward, looking for warmth.

And in a certain place, a girl squatted under the dim streetlight, dressed in thick warm clothes, her little face was pink from the cold, but she still squatted and looked around from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone.

In the direction where the light extended, the sound of inaudible footsteps gradually came, and a blurred face gradually became clear from the darkness, while the girl's face bloomed like a flower. (to be continued...)