[Korean Entertainment] The years between me and Mr. G

"I will never trust you in the future, never will." Xilin raised his foot and planned to leave the studio.

"You can't go." Not letting him touch her, Zhilong ran up to her in a hurry to block the way, with a sincere expression, "Xilin don't go, don't go, please don't go, please don't go, I'm really wrong .Give me a chance to explain, please."

Xilin walked around him with a sullen face, but was blocked by all of them.The picture scroll in his hand was slightly deformed. After a few back and forth, Xilin couldn't help pushing him, struggling to squeeze past him.Exhausting all his patience, Zhilong stretched out his hand to grab her arm and pulled her back forcefully, "Can't you listen to my explanation?!"

But he forgot that no one could listen to any explanation under such circumstances, and he also forgot that Xilin couldn't maintain balance with one hand holding the painting, and he even forgot the puddle of paint a few steps behind her .

With a "bang", Xilin struggled to free his arm, and fell to the ground with his hands habitually resting on the ground for cushioning, while the painting that was already unsteady in his hand was completely scattered, and half of the drawing paper was covered face down. On the puddle of green liquid.

Both of them stared blankly at the drawing paper, forgetting to quarrel.Zhilong watched the green paint gradually permeate into the painting paper and rushed up to pick it up. The green liquid flicked an arc along the edge of the scroll, and flung it coldly on Xilin's face.She raised her head dully, looking at the painting in Zhilong's hand that she had spent three months to finish with great difficulty.

Zhilong held the painting that had been ruined by the green paint, his hands trembling slightly, "Xilin..."

His throat seemed to be blocked by a pile of hair, and he couldn't breathe. Xilin looked at Quan Zhilong with a blank mind, and couldn't hear any sound at all.She watched Quan Zhilong put the painting on the ground in a panic and knelt there wiping the drawing paper with a paper towel, but the things on the painting became more and more blurred, and finally, the original picture could no longer be seen.

A few minutes later, she reached out to wipe off some solidified paint on her face, sat on the ground and moved to the painting, looking down at the drawing paper.

"What should I do... Xilin." The trembling hands stopped, he looked up at Xilin, and threw the tissue in his hand aside in a decadent manner.It can't be wiped clean at all, the paint blends with the original paint on the drawing paper, and it becomes more and more dirty.Knowing that this is useless, but he doesn't know what else to do, "What to do...I..."

The painting was taken away, and Xilin held the painting and looked at it expressionlessly for a while. After a while, she lifted the painting and crossed her hands, making a "hiss---".

"Ah Xilin, what are you doing!!" Frightened by her tearing up the painting, Quan Zhilong almost rushed over to hold her tearing hand down, "Are you crazy?! Maybe there is a chance to make amends! What are you doing?" !"

"What am I doing?" Turning to look at him, the corner of the mouth curled up with an inexplicable emotion, "Do you understand that this painting is useless? This painting is useless! It's useless! Nothing is useless Ah... ah..."

Shocked, she let go of her hand, watching the drawing paper torn apart by her fall on the wooden floor.Useless?If this painting is useless, then...

Supporting the bookshelf, Xilin got up slowly, and continued to walk towards the door with nonchalant steps.

"Where are you going, Xilin? Don't leave, let's think of a way together...I'm sorry..." Zhilong, who regretted his actions in his heart, pulled her. How could he let her leave at a time like this?

This time she didn't break away from his hand, she leaned on the shelf and asked in a low voice, "Quan Zhilong, is your dream the only dream? Isn't mine?"

"I'm not intentional...."

She reached out and took the palette on the shelf and threw it at him. Zhilong turned his head and still held her arm tightly. Xilin picked up another can of paint and threw it at him, "Is it only your dreams that matter?" ?!"

"No...I'm sorry Xilin, I didn't expect Xilin...otherwise..."

"Remember the phrase I asked you four years ago, 'Does it feel like a person watching their dreams shatter in front of them?'" Xilin looked at the shredded paper on the ground, feeling ashamed, "I think I probably understand."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand to break the hand on her arm, and Ao Ruju left the room with her back.

When Quan Zhilong reacted and rushed downstairs covered in paint, she was nowhere to be seen.And there is no longer the person in the hall who puts his hands behind his back and smiles at himself, saying, 10 minutes is up.

There will be nothing left.He stood there and couldn't help shivering, the winter in Seoul was too cold.

With nothing on him, he quickly ran back upstairs holding the car keys and cell phone and took the elevator to the parking lot. Before he found his car, he received a call from his agent.

"Zhilong, where are you? I went downstairs to your house. What's the matter with the phone not answering?"

Suddenly remembering that there was a rehearsal today, he held the car door in silence for a moment, "I'm not going."

"What are you kidding, a bunch of people are waiting for you! Hurry up, where are you?"

"I said I'm not going!" After buckling up his seat belt, he hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the parking lot quickly.

Xilin didn't know how he got home, he opened the door as if he had exhausted all his strength, and then he couldn't move anymore, sitting in the porch listening to the phone in his pocket ringing over and over again.

Quan Zhilong had another woman, and he quarreled with him.The painting was destroyed, I couldn't go to the interview, and all my 20 years of hard work were in vain.If you don't apply to other schools, the worst result is to repeat the exam and then take the exam again.Isn't all the time this year wasted?And the relationship with Zhilong also became the past in an instant.

Lying back on the floor, looking at the snow-white ceiling, tears could not stop pouring out.She took out her mobile phone and hung up his call. Seeing that there were several calls from her father among the missed calls, she stopped crying and took a breath, and she called back.

"Xilin, why haven't you answered the phone?"

"Dad..." I told myself that I should tell my father calmly, but when I heard his voice, I collapsed instantly, "Dad..."

"What's wrong?! Why are you crying!" The person on the other end of the phone who heard her crying couldn't care less about what he was going to say, and became anxious, "Don't just cry, tell Dad..."

"What to do, everything is gone...I'm finished, what to do...Dad...Dad...what to do..." Hearing her cry more fiercely, Father Cao panicked completely Hands and feet, "Are you at home?! I'll go home right away..."

When Father Cao hurriedly walked to the elevator with the car keys, he saw Quan Zhilong who was also nervous. Zhilong was taken aback when he saw him, stepped back and bowed slightly, suddenly he didn't know how to face him .Father Cao thought he was here to comfort Xilin, and nodded with a tired look on his face. Seeing the wet paint on his clothes, he asked, "What's wrong with the clothes? You're in such a mess?"

Zhilong clutched the car keys, "Uncle... I, Xilin and I... quarreled."

"Arguing?" Glancing at him, "ah, no wonder. I was arguing with you. Just now Xilin called me and cried so hard that I thought something serious happened! What's the matter, what did you do to my daughter."

"Well...we had some misunderstandings, so we had a fight." The elevator was still going up, and it didn't seem to be coming down so fast. He looked at the paint on his clothes and stammered, "Uncle, Xilin is going to interview painting."

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"...we accidentally dropped it on the ground when we were arguing, and the painting...was ruined."

"what?!"

Xilin waited for a long time, and when he thought that his father would not come back, the door finally opened.She watched her father tidy up his clothes and walk in front of her, reached out to pull her into his arms, patted her on the back to comfort her, and said in a loving tone, "It's okay Xilin, it's okay. It's okay..."

Lying in her father's arms, she could only cry, almost out of breath, "What should I do, Dad..."

"Father is stupid and can't comfort people, don't think about it, it's okay, it's okay..."

After comforting her for a long time, she finally calmed down slowly, sitting on the sofa and weeping softly.Father Cao received a call when he was pouring water for her, looked at her eyes that were crying like peaches, and said with a heavy face, "Xilin, Dad is going to the hospital right now."

"Didn't your grandma fall down a few days ago, she had a cerebral hemorrhage. Well, the doctor is in critical condition today, and that's why I called you before." Putting down the water glass and going back to the room, I took some cash and stuffed it into my pocket, "Well, I may not come back at night, your mother will come back tomorrow, don't think about that again...we will discuss it together when your mother comes back tomorrow..."

"I'll go with you." Because grandma and grandpa are remarried, not grandma.Since I was a child, I haven't been close to her very much, except that I went to see it once when I was in the hospital and never went there again. She got up and went out with her father.

After driving to the hospital, she stopped crying.

Sitting in front of the peacefully sleeping grandma wearing a ventilator, she felt a little strange when she saw her face.Dad went downstairs to go through the hospitalization procedures, and grandpa and uncle were called to the office by the doctor.She was left alone in the ward, and the only thing that accompanied her was the sound of the machine running, which was eerily quiet.

After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash her face with water. Seeing in the mirror that there was still green paint on her face, she gently rubbed it away with her fingertips, but the advertising paint is not so easy to wash off.So she lowered her head and kept splashing water on her face, rubbing her face vigorously as if possessed.

Suddenly there was a movement in the ward, and I reached out to turn off the water, and heard the abnormal beeping of the machine and the sound of my father panicking.

.......

"Yeah, do you know how long we've been waiting for you?! Well! You have no sense of responsibility. Where did you go? Everyone is waiting for you to start work. You know it's a waste..." The agent looked at the sunglasses and mask in front of him. The person who took it off still had a fresh nosebleed on his nose, so he yelled out in fright, "Ah! Zhilong! It's only one night! What have you done! And what's going on with this clothes!"

Shaking his head, he took off his coat and sat on the chair with difficulty. From yesterday to today, he has been beaten by two men.The old wound was not healed and a new wound was added. The assistant came over with a wet tissue to help him clean the wound, and said sorry for you.He didn't speak again, no matter what the manager said, he remained silent.

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