[Korean Entertainment] Go left, go right

Half an hour later, Nan Xing stood in front of a strange resident in a strange neighborhood.

"Whose house is this? Wouldn't it be nice to bother you so late?" Nan Xing was puzzled by Quan Zhilong's whim-like behavior.

Nan Xing couldn't help but start to think about it, could it be the boudoir of one of his confidante?Don't be too exciting... (Author: Quan Zha, I mourn for you, since the kiss with a certain water, your image in the eyes of little sister Nan Xing has dropped to zero Below.)

"This is my parents' house, and the door code is xxxxxx." Quan Zhilong's words interrupted Nan Xing's reverie, "I haven't been back for a long time, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I just want to come back and have a look."

What he didn't say was that he also saw Nan Xing's inexplicable loss today, and he didn't know why, but some kind of impulse prompted him to bring Nan Xing here.

Maybe it would make her feel a little bit at home here, he explained to himself.

After hearing this, Nan Xing didn't say anything, but silently entered the password.

The door opened in response, and she pushed the door unnaturally and walked in, then turned around and closed the door carefully.

After all, it is not his own home, and the sense of sight that feels like a thief makes Nan Xing a little depressed.

However, just as she was struggling silently in her heart, a door in the room opened.

"Zhilong?" A slightly surprised voice came from behind.

Nan Xing turned around, and saw a kind-looking middle-aged woman in pajamas standing at the door of the bedroom, looking at her with surprise in her eyes.

"Oma, I'm hungry~" the familiar little milk voice said coquettishly, paired with pitiful little eyes.

As soon as the words fell, Nan Xing was shocked, she covered her mouth reflexively, and widened her eyes.

Oulou, who will tell her, did she really say that sentence just now?Wouldn't it be someone's upper body?

This is not true!It must be the wrong way for her to speak! ! !

Another 10 minutes later

Nan Xing sat at the dining table in the living room of Quan's family, devouring the bowl of noodles in front of him.

She didn't realize it just now, but now that she saw the food, all the gluttons in her stomach ran out, so she remembered that today she was busy with rehearsals and performances, so she only ate breakfast, and hurriedly ate a piece of bread for lunch .

Although everything tastes good when you are hungry, for some reason, Nan Xing still thinks this bowl of noodles is extra delicious.

Maybe it's because the things my mother makes feel like home.

Although she is Quan Zhilong's mother, the love of mothers all over the world for their children leads to the same goal, doesn't it?

Thinking of this, Nan Xing couldn't help feeling a little complicated.

"Zhilong, eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Sitting opposite, Quan's mother said with a loving smile.

"En!" Nan Xing replied with a smile involuntarily.

Although she cared about her son Quan Zhilong, Nan Xing couldn't help but smile at a gentle and loving mother.

Soon, a bowl of noodles will be eaten up.

Mother Quan stopped Nan Xing who wanted to help, and took the empty bowl to the kitchen to wash.

"It's rare for you to come back. Mother should do this kind of housework. Our Zhilong's hands are used to write songs." She said this, with a deep pampering in her tone.

Another doting mother, thinking of the tigress at home, Nan Xing couldn't help being a little sad and nostalgic.

If it was Nan Xing's mother, she would definitely say: "Don't be so delicate, children, let the children do all the housework and other things that the children can do."

Comparing the two, I feel tired and not in love.

So, Nan Xing stood aside and looked at Quan's mother who was washing the dishes. She had a strange feeling that her figure seemed to overlap with that of her mother...

I don't know, what is mom doing now?

Was it guarding Nan Xing who was still unconscious in the hospital, praying silently in his heart?

Thinking of this, Nan Xing's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Zhilong, you aba recently had an old problem again. You always complained about having a headache. I asked him to take medicine and go to bed early. He was still watching your show before going to bed today. If I knew you would go home, You will be very happy!" Quan's mother said while washing the dishes.

Nan Xing came back to his senses and said: "Since Aba is not feeling well, don't wake him up. I came back too suddenly today, and I disturbed you."

"No, we will be very happy if you can come back." Mother Quan turned her head and said with a smile.

"oma..." Nan Xing murmured, looking at that heart-warming smile, she was a little absent-minded.

Her vision suddenly blurred, looking at the figure in front of her, she couldn't tell whether it was Quan Zhilong's mother or her own mother.

The action was one step faster than the thought. When she realized what she had done, she had already stepped forward and hugged Quan's mother from behind.

It is the feeling of mother, as warm as imagined.

She doesn't regret doing so.

"Ah Yigu, what happened to our Zhilong today? Why did he become as coquettish as when he was a child?" Quan's mother turned her head slightly, with a hint of a smile in her voice.

"I just... miss oma." Nan Xing said softly, resting his chin on the other's shoulder.

"Okay, don't get bored, it's getting late, go back to your room and rest, you have to work tomorrow." Mother Quan couldn't stand her son's unusual stickiness tonight, "I have your room every day Clean up and go to sleep."

"Okay." Nan Xing reluctantly let go, "Oma, good night."

"Good night, Zhilong."

Back in the room, Nan Xing couldn't help but look curiously at this room full of Quan Zhilong's aura.

The room was not too big, but it was very tidy, and everything was kept in order, hardly like a boy's room.

There is a bookcase next to the desk. There are textbooks from middle and high schools on the bookcase, but they look like new ones. From this, it can be deduced that the owner of the book is not a child who loves to learn, or it may be because the long trainee career has encroached on him. He has too much normal study life.

In addition to textbooks, there are many books of various colors in the bookcase. These books seem to be old and new, but the old ones account for most of them, and it can be seen that they are used frequently.

Regarding this, Nan Xing knows about it, because there are many such notebooks in the room of Quan Zhilong’s dormitory. This is a notebook he uses to record his mood. Some fragments, many songs of BB come from here.

Moving her eyes to the bedside table, Nan Xing saw a photo frame on it. In the photo in the frame, a young lady was showing her big white teeth and smiling brightly at her.

"Is that you?" Nan Xing couldn't help but smiled with interest.

It turns out that Quan Zhilong, the current evildoer, looked so innocent when he was a child.

"Can't you?" Quan Zhilong didn't care.

Just when Nan Xing stretched out his hand to pick up the photo frame to have a close look at the pure version of Xiao Zhilong, a familiar feeling of dizziness hit...

"Is it already twelve o'clock?" Quan Zhilong regained his consciousness and turned his head to look at the small clock on the desk, and found that the hour and minute hands had overlapped at twelve.

"It's a pity, I wanted to take a closer look." Nan Xing still couldn't forget that photo.

"Isn't it just a photo? I still have a photo album, do you want to see it?" Quan Zhilong said with rare generosity.

"What? Are you so kind?" Nan Xing wondered if he had lost his mind today.

"Do you want to see it?" If he hadn't seen her in a bad mood today, he wouldn't have risked self-defeating to make her happy, but he would regret it at any time.

"Look!" Nan Xing said quickly.

So, Quan Zhilong sat cross-legged on the bed, and opened the thick photo album under the brightness of the desk lamp.

Pointing to the photos in the album, he patiently told Nan Xing about his past.

This photo album seems to cover the first 20 years of Quan Zhilong's life, recording his growth process.

Nanxing didn't know most of the people involved, but she also met some, such as Yong Pei and Seung Hyun, and Mama Kwon.

"You've changed a lot, to be honest, isn't it... huh~~" Nan Xing said maliciously.

After seeing his chubby face in middle school, and his ugly hairstyle, and comparing him to his current appearance, which is a bit sensual but has begun to have an awl face model, she really has to doubt it.

Is makeup so amazing that it can turn decay into magic, or...

Quan Zhilong did not answer Nan Xing's question, but he expressed his position with actions.

The album was closed with a "snap".

"Don't watch it, go to sleep!" He snorted, reaching out to turn off the light.

"Hey, don't! Can't I be wrong?" Nan Xing quickly admitted his mistake and begged pitifully.

She hasn't seen enough!

"Where is it wrong?" He raised his eyebrows and stopped what he was doing.

"Gd is a natural beauty, I shouldn't slander him with wild words." Nan Xing could only sigh silently in his heart, he had to bow his head under the eaves,

"That's right, but why do I sound so awkward?" He was still dissatisfied.

"Hey, don't push yourself too hard!" Nan Xing was about to retaliate.

"That's nothing to say, let's go to sleep." He lifted the quilt and got in.

"Gd is the most handsome, he is indeed the girl president who is popular among thousands of girls, so I adore him~~oo~~" Nan Xing was silent in his heart.

This time, he didn't say anything, but he leaned against the bed and opened the photo album again.

As the pages turned, the night gradually deepened.

At some point, he leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep.

The desk lamp emits a soft warm yellow light, shining on the unfinished photo album, and it is stopping at that page, which is Quan Zhilong in the early stage of his debut.

The young smile is not very handsome, but it is dazzling enough, and it has a kind of heart-warming power, which makes people involuntarily show a sincere smile.

Your past, without my participation, each other's lives will gradually intersect in the days to come...