Korean Entertainment's Sadness at the End of Winter

Along the way, it is very quiet, and there are no noisy cars passing by.

Han Bin's raised heels fell silently, holding the girl in his arms tightly with both hands, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a slight arc, a little bit bitter, but also a little bright.

The Han River, here carries the beautiful memories of a pair of brothers and sisters, but also a painful past.

"If one day, I close my eyes and can no longer see your figure, there is only darkness left in the world, and when I open my eyes, I hope that the first sight that the light shines through is full of you."

In the ear, I once heard the girl with a sad face, whispering the hope in her heart.

"Don't think about it, everything will be fine." At that time, the self seven years ago believed that everything would be fine.

It turned out that seven years had passed.

Han Bin pursed his lips, lowered his eyelids slightly, and the moment he closed his eyes, what appeared in his mind was a face with crescent smiling eyes, smiling shyly, and touching his chin with his weak little hand.

He lowered his head, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a serene little face. The clear and beautiful appearance was exactly the same as seven years ago, as if the years had left no traces, or he and she had returned to seven years ago.

If one day, you open your eyes and see this bright world, all the lights gather together, I hope that your sight can find my figure in the first time.

Han Xue, I said everything will be fine, you say, do you believe it?

Once again, I will bring you to watch the snow on the Han River Bridge. Next time, I hope you will bring me here.

"I think there will be snowflakes later." Han Bin murmured in a low voice, tightened his grip on the girl in his arms, and looked up at the sky. "Because the sky at this time is very bright."

On the Han River Bridge.Walking step by step, it looks like a lonely dot from a distance.

With bright banners, loud shouts, passionate emotions, and immature faces of students, under the leadership of Xu Guojun, they stepped onto the bridge of the Han River and shouted step by step.

The ups and downs of the voice continued without interruption, and everyone exhaled white and hot air from time to time, even though it was very cold.But they don't feel it.

In the sky, crystal snowflakes floated down without warning, falling lightly like goose feathers, flying around a few times, and magnifying leisurely in everyone's eyes.

The first snow of winter.It's beautiful, like a beautiful Korean drama scene.very romantic.Or rather bloody.

The students were stunned, followed the direction of the snowflakes falling, glanced sideways to the bridge, and saw a lonely figure, as if the snowflakes fell because of that person.

At this moment, that person does not seem to be alone.Like a ray of sunshine cast by the beginning of winter, the whole body is shining brightly, with a strong sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

"Students of Seoul National University, shout out...Professor of the mysterious author. Welcome to Seoul National University." The shouts of appeal continued, but some people's minds were hung on the figure by the bridge.

The long parade marched slowly, each student turned his head involuntarily, and the figure seemed to freeze, without moving.

A mighty torrent and a still figure, under the great contrast, make people feel weird, but not abrupt.

Han Bin stood straight, like a green pine in winter, facing the Han River, leaving a straight back, looking forward, his eyes were faint but extremely firm, without sadness or joy.

Probably, it was a very quiet look.

Behind him, a torrent was slowly passing by, and every pair of eyes was locked on his back, as if waiting for the moment when he turned around.

And he was also waiting, until the first snowflake floated into his eyes, his calm expression melted like ice and snow melted, and a smile that was a hundred times more dazzling than the sun bloomed.

The first snow in early winter, accompanied by a ray of sunshine, came.

When time flies and seasons change, it is rendered by snowflakes at this time.

With an open mind, we continue that distant journey in our dreams.

If I close my eyes gently, I feel that you are still by my side.

If you can hold the past tightly between these hands again.

I'd rather throw it all away.

……

Han Xue, hold your hand again, I hope you can wake up, so I abandoned everything, went back to the beginning, waiting for you.

The students in the parade had an illusion. Suddenly, they seemed to see the sun bathing that person, but they shook their heads and looked again, but there was nothing special about it.

Is it wrong?Many people can't help but wonder.

The snowflakes fell slowly, and the students behind Han Bin continued to march, but when he turned around slightly, Han Xue in his arms immediately caught the eyes of many people.

What... who is that... and who is the person in the arms...

"Hey, that man, isn't he the returning protagonist of this period, Han Bin?"

"That's right, it's Han Bin, but who is he holding in his arms? It's a woman."

"Is it his girlfriend? Otherwise, how could the two of them be so close, hugged in their arms, suddenly, there was a feeling of heartache and no longer in love, I am his fan."

"Do you feel like you've seen this scene before? Don't you have that familiar feeling? Why do I feel like I've seen such a scene before?"

……

The voice of the parade call was much weaker, and the students talked a lot, and many people even picked up their mobile phones to take pictures and upload them on the Internet.Especially the last sentence of doubt caused the people around him to think.

"Indeed, there is a sense of familiar picture." Someone agreed.

"But I really can't remember it for a while, I should have seen it." Someone frowned, looking confused.

The marching speed of the parade became a bit slow. Many people slowed down and looked back to pay attention to Han Bin's situation. After all, several waves of heated discussions a while ago had publicized Han Bin's reputation.

Exposure rate is the foundation of an artist's survival. As long as someone recognizes you, it doesn't matter whether your image is good or bad, because this is popularity.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Bin stopped after taking a few steps, hugged Han Xue with one hand, brushed away the hair on her forehead with the other, and slowly bent down, his moist lips gently pressed against the clean forehead superior.

It was cool and slippery, and it gradually became warmer. I don't know if Han Xue is shy, but luckily she didn't notice.

For a long time, there was no sound, as if the world fell into silence in an instant, and some students all stared wide-eyed with wonder on their faces.

"What... what's going on here?" The voice faltered, and there was shock. "He and she kissed."

When Han Bin kissed Han Xue's forehead, a storm of flashlights came, and there was an endless crackling sound, all from the student's mobile phone.

"No, I'm a fan of Han Bin's oppa." Several female students wailed, heartbroken.

"This is definitely big news." There were also good-natured people who quickly uploaded the photos they took on the Internet.

But Han Bin ignored them, gave them a cool back, and continued to walk forward with Han Xue in his arms, his voice indifferent. "Han Xue, we are going home."

The parade team, the back view left by Han Bin, are moving in the opposite direction, forming a sharp contrast.

Very strong difference!There is also that familiar sense of picture, what is going on.

A female student frowned, followed the team absently, looked down at her stepping toes, snowflakes caught her eyes, she slowly widened her eyes, as if she knew something.

"I... finally know... where did I see that familiar image." Her voice trembled a little.

"What do you mean?" The companion beside him was puzzled.

"Do you remember? The last scene described in the mysterious author's autobiography "The Sound of the Organ in My Heart"." She swallowed her dry throat and asked nervously.

"Remember!" Several people joined the discussion. "It is written in the book that the mysterious author's family moved from Uchi-ri to Seoul, and then disappeared."

"It's not the ending. The little girl who has been following the mysterious author said that one day she hopes that her brother will take her to the Han River to see the snow and kiss her when the snowflakes fall on her forehead."

"What you want to say... Could it be..."

"It's very similar, isn't it, the only thing missing is the organ..."

Suddenly, a melodious melody came from a distance, it was the sound of a harmonica, and there were a few dull student faces in the frame.

……

That year, the summer in Yuzhili was very hot. A boy and a little girl were lying on the lawn.

"Brother, why is the sky so bright? It's so strange." The little girl raised her pink hand and pointed to the sky.

"I won't tell you." The boy snorted with a smile.

"Why didn't you tell me?" The little girl pretended to be pitiful. "you are bullying me."

"It's okay to tell you." The boy's eyes flashed narrowly, and he laughed quietly. "Hey, unless...you kiss me, I won't tell you."

"No, that's too embarrassing." The little girl shook her head quickly, her face blushing.

"Then I won't talk about it." The boy was triumphant, humming a ditty.

"Then... just for a moment, not much." The little girl twitched, her small mouth imprinted on the boy's face in a panic, and her face turned red. "Now, it's time to talk."

"Hey, it's fine." The boy proudly touched his cheek. "The sky is bright because it's snowing."

"Oh." The little girl was silent, intertwined her little fingers, and said hesitantly. "What is that snow, can you take me to have a look?"

"Same as you, very beautiful, Han Xue, one day I will take you to see the snow on the legendary Han River Bridge."

"Okay, then I still want to..."

At that time, she said that she wanted her brother to hold him, and then when snowflakes fell on her forehead, she had to ask her brother to return the kiss that lied to her, and she had to play the organ sound she liked to hear.

However, this agreement has been forgotten for a long time. She couldn't go out because of her weakness. Even if it snowed, she could only look at it from a distance through the glass of the window, although she was very close.

Now, the promise is counted as fulfilled. (To be continued..)