Korean Entertainment's Sadness at the End of Winter

() "Who is it?" The thick and powerful voice was as dull as the clang of gold and stone, revealing an unusual momentum.

Han Bin grinned at the corner of his mouth and bared his teeth. Hearing this cool voice, a serious and competitive look flashed in his eyes.

"Your man." Han Bin also replied in a muffled voice.

"Melancholy man..." The momentum revealed by the man's voice instantly increased, without any suppression or restraint, showing a fierce side without any scruples.

"Heixinmian, long time no see, I greet you." Han Bin said softly, his expression became bleak, and his tone became depressed and melancholy.

This feeling is very familiar.Hearing Han Bin's strange tone, Song Hefan looked around subconsciously, and his whole body tensed up instantly, as if he was facing an enemy cautiously.

Melancholy man, once he becomes melancholy, he is no joke.

"Greetings, you bastard, don't force me anymore, put away your disgusting melancholy." After investigating, Song Hefan couldn't help but curse, his usual calmness and sharpness were gone, and he just vomited out all the depression in his heart.

Han Bin's melancholy breath just now really scared Song Hefan.This joke is not funny to him at all.

"Heh... okay, Song Hefan, do you have time to discuss it?" Han Bin smiled brightly and his voice was very clear.

"I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!" Song Hefan's face darkened instantly, and he felt a little hot blood in his heart, but a little cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

The left hand was still holding the mobile phone, and the right hand quickly wiped off the sweat on his forehead. Song Hefan smiled wryly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.Could it be that he was shot out of the shadows?

"Well, I'll help you remember." Han Bin nodded and said.

"I haven't practiced for more than half a year. I hope you won't be unfamiliar with your moves, otherwise I won't be able to do so." Song Hefan said with a provocative attitude.

"Indeed, it's been a long time since I left." Han Bin sighed melancholy.

the other side.Hearing the sigh, Song Hefan's heart was inexplicably touched, his tense face eased, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He spent the longest time with Han Bin, experienced many life and death disasters, and had a deep relationship.

"Sometimes. I really hope that I didn't meet you." Han Bin suddenly closed his five fingers and grabbed the table heavily. His eyes were full of pain, and he felt a burst of tenderness and pain in his chest. "During the military service, I met you. It really hurts."

Annoyed with heavy regret, Han Bin's palms were full of veins, and the clothes on his arms were swollen, with a tendency to burst, and the fingers grasping the table were slightly bent, and the fingertips were almost inserted into the wooden board.

Amazing explosive power, during the period when Han Bin came back.No one has ever seen it.

"It hurts, it's true." Song Hefan smiled easily, pretending to be very casual, but his fist hit the wall fiercely, and laughed. "Melancholy man, I hope I won't hear such inexplicable sentimentality from you next time."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you...you bastard." He raised his head and panted heavily, Song Hefan gritted his teeth.

"Really?" Han Bin suddenly covered his eyes with his right hand and smiled miserably.The smile looked very lonely, and it also carried inexplicable pain.

"That's right. Because I'm Black Heart Mian." Song Hefan replied affirmatively.

"Heixinmian, sometimes I feel that every experience I have is full of pain. Should I be grateful for such a heavy feeling." Speaking slowly, Han Bin looked very calm. "Fortunately... why do I have the courage to live to this day."

The calmer the expression, the more painful it is.Just like the calm surface of a lake, there is actually a turbulent undercurrent under the water.

Han Bin is someone who likes to talk about some unusual things with a calm mind.In this way, others seem to be unable to hear his pain.

"You think too much, melancholy man." Song Hefan shook his head and said sympathetically. "I don't know how weird your experience is, nor how depressed your thoughts are, but despite this, you are still alive now."

"Live in the moment, isn't that what you often said before. In the end, I'm still inferior to you when you speak sentences with connotations."

Sympathy, Song Hefan can only use such a mood to comfort Han Bin at this time.Because he can't understand the pain, can't empathize with it.

As for Song Hefan, Yang Xiaoyun, and a few others who knew—Han Bin has been living in pain.

Just like Han Bin said in a self-deprecating manner, every special experience of his was full of pain, but they didn't know how weird Han Bin's experience was.

"Or!" After a long time, Han Bin replied word by word.He is like a mentor who can easily guide others' inner irritability and pain, but can never free himself.

This seems a bit useless!

"Leaving is your own choice. When we met in the park, I asked you why you left. I hope you can remember your answer at that time." Song Hefan said solemnly with a straight face.Not long after Han Bin came back, they met in Nanshan Park.

"Because someone is waiting for me to come back." Han Bin repeated the original answer again.

"Well, it may be that they waited for a long time. In fact, we are also waiting for you to come back. But we know that you should look for the title of so-called happy and melancholy man. Sometimes it is not suitable for you."

Song Hefan tugged at the collar, pulled it violently, and tore the clothes apart with a loud bang. A series of hideous scars were printed on his chest. In vain, his aura became fiercer, like the cold light flickering on the tip of a knife. Full of danger.

If he didn't tear off his clothes, he was afraid that he would be out of breath, and the oppressive pain in his chest would be clogged in his heart, making him uncomfortable.He, Song Hefan, felt uncomfortable and painful just touching this painful topic.

And Han Bin must be a thousand times more uncomfortable than him. Just like Han Bin himself said, should he be glad that he is still alive.

This is a man full of stories, like a heavy book. Once curious people open the title page, they will be attracted by the rich content, but as the pages are turned, the atmosphere of pain and depression becomes stronger.

Until your chest feels tight, you want to cry but you can't cry, but the corners of your eyes are seeping crystals willfully, but you still don't know why you are crying.

Han Bin, a person who gets better and better the more he understands, and the more he understands, the more sad he becomes.

"Say, come to me if you need something." Song Hefan panted heavily, swallowing the difficulty in his throat, and shouted.He didn't want to be entangled with Han Bin for too long, he couldn't stand the tightness in his chest whenever it came to a heavy topic.

"Come over in the afternoon, I need you." Han Bin replied succinctly.He also understands that some pains are not only borne by him alone, but Heixinmian and the others are also suffering from pain.

"En, okay." Song Hefan nodded, and then ended the call directly.

Huhu was panting heavily, like a low growling beast.Song Hefan threw the phone aside, directly tore off his clothes, exposing Chiguo's upper body, and punched the wall hard, leaving a deep fist mark.

Immediately afterwards, there was a frenzied violent blow like a storm, punches hit the wall, engraving each fist mark, and the room shook like an earthquake.

"Melancholy... male... ah..." Accompanied by a low growl, Song Hefan's muscles all over his body suddenly swelled, the strength of his arms was raised to the extreme, and he punched the wall.

In an instant, there was a silence, and the room visibly shook.

"Brother Han Bin, Song Hefan." A young man was leaning against the door, with an unusually calm baby face, and asked Song Hefan.

"Baby face, come here and challenge yourself." Song Hefan shouted with red eyes.This young man with a baby face is Yang Xiaoyun in Han Bin's mouth.

Taking off his coat and moving his wrists, Yang Xiaoyun's casual figure suddenly became upright, and he walked towards Song Hefan step by step, with a serious look on his baby face, but a kind smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay!" The voice fell, and Yang Xiaoyun's steps quickly reached an unbelievable level.

The two collided fiercely together, accompanied by the sound of hitting each other.

The pink mobile phone lay quietly on the table. Han Bin lowered his head, resting his palm on his forehead and resting his elbow on the desk, looking very calm.

"Hehe..." There was no words, only a chuckle, Han Bin suddenly raised his head, his inaudible laughter sounded very depressed, and the corners of his eyes were slightly foggy.

His breathing became short, and a sentimental emotion spread in his chest, making Han Bin feel so stuffy that he almost wanted to vent, using the strength he had been hiding all along, wantonly pouring out all his emotions.

Recently, his condition has become worse and worse. Although he tried his best to restrain the pain of the past, something always aroused his sensitive feelings and made him fall into the flood of emotions.

If this continues, then his cover will gradually fade, revealing his always sad appearance.

Every year, there is a season that always makes him struggle with pain. He always wants to be a warm man, but deep down he always returns to his role as a melancholy man.

Can't break free from the past, can't face the present, always want to live again with the attitude of forgetting the past, try to face the new life with a new attitude.

Han Bin is very connotative and rich in thought.But he still hasn't realized that a person's new life is actually based on the past.

"Quiet...you must calm down." Exhaling a few breaths, Han Bin squinted his eyes and raised his head. The morning sun came as promised and fell on his face.

He calmed down, and after all, he did not choose to face the past, but looked up at the sun again, and lived innocently again.

On the sofa in the living room, Bai Yuezhen opened her sleepy eyes and looked towards the direction of the window. Dimly, she seemed to see sunlight pouring down from the sky and falling on the desk.

And there was a person whose whole body was covered with sunshine, but his expression carried something that could not be seen. (To be continued. Welcome to the starting point (qidian.co to read.) 9