After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

The woman on the bed is thin and pale. She has narrow eyes with single eyelids. Without the blessing of flying eyeliner, she looks cute and docile. Her apple muscles are bulging, and her smile is a little naive. "It seems that I have so much time to rest. I can think of a lot of things.”

"It's good that you're fine, don't do stupid things in the future, you know?" Bian Baekhyun slightly frowned, and said in a gentle voice, "Nothing is more precious than your life."

"Well, this life," Jiang Seulqi looked at the scars on her wrist that had faded a lot, and smiled, "It was police officer Lin who saved her life. I promise her that she will live a good life and not be so willful." gone."

She paused, and said with a wry smile: "It's just that I can't do it, I can't do it so well, I can't satisfy everyone, I don't know that I will be so sad after my debut, I don't know who I am anymore, yes The person the company is talking about is the person the fans like, or Kang Seul Gi."

"Seul Gi, fans may not be able to tell the difference, but you must learn to distinguish between stage and life," Bian Baekhyun held down her hand that was clenched into a fist, her hand was small, while Bian Baekhyun's hand was slender and warm, He said gently and calmly, "Because our profession is special."

"I will work hard. Officer Lin also told me this sentence. If I learn to distinguish between stage and life, maybe I will be better. In fact, I have always made a clear distinction before, but as I walked, it seemed that I could not distinguish clearly again. , " Jiang Seulqi laughed shyly, she shook her head, "There is no way to do as well as seniors."

Bian Boxian's brows and eyes were gentle: "You like Officer Lin very much."

"Well, she is the person with the warmest hands I have ever seen. She is strong and gentle. Officer Lin must be a very good person." People like that."

"She is indeed a very good person." Bian Baekhyun lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Ah, do seniors also know Police Officer Lin?"

Bian Baekhyun didn't answer, but just looked at Jiang Seulqi.

When mentioning that person, Jiang Seulqi always felt that Baekhyun's eyes were so gentle, but after looking into his eyes for a long time, for some reason, her heart became more sour, and the sadness overflowed, as deep as the sea.

Without denying or confirming, there was a fleeting smile on Bian Boxian's thin cheeks, his brows and eyes stretched, he was clearly smiling with his head down, but that smile was clearer than ever, as if the name was right for him. For him, all the haze can be dispelled.

"You'll remember her, won't you?" he asked.

Jiang Seulqi nodded ignorantly but firmly.

She looked fragile and pale, a thin paper doll like her could be blown away by a gust of wind, but that person brought her back to life, looking through her eyes, she could see a tenacious soul, the weight of which made her rooted in In the secular world, experience the ravages of wind and dust without getting lost.

From Jiang Seulqi, Byun Baekhyun saw traces of her, bright, warm, firm, traces of light, and she also gave it to him.

A person without a name keeps the light in his life.

he needs to move on

"You look beautiful when you smile."

The man with the peaked cap pressed down held the railing, turned his head, and smiled at the woman: "How pretty?"

The woman casually pointed to the clouds and wind floating on the Han River, and replied, "Like today's fine weather."

The morning wind swept over, bringing one or two golden fallen leaves.

The man bowed his head, like a swan bending his slender neck, and he approached the woman: "Look into my eyes and say it again, huh? Tell me."

The woman tiptoed and kissed him.

"I said, don't look at me like this, I will want to kiss you."

It rained that afternoon.

The man was wearing cotton home clothes, with wet hair and bare feet stepping on the carpet to play games. Behind him was a woman calling him helplessly: "Put on slippers."

He pouted. "That's how I like it."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his legs, raised his white feet, and smiled at the woman with crooked eyebrows and eyes, his tone seemed to be coquettish or bad: "Why don't you help me wear it."

The woman ordered him to put on slippers, took the hair dryer and sat on the sofa behind the man, running her fingers through his hair with gentle and delicate movements, and her fingertips were slightly cool.

The man rested his head on the side of the woman's leg and smiled triumphantly.

In the evening, the sky cleared up.

The man took the woman to the burning hotel.

"You owe me two meals, this one is your treat."

"I said, I didn't eat."

They are tit for tat, but it must be the woman who compromises in the end.

The man is not good at drinking, but he is addicted to drinking—maybe he was drunk on purpose. Under the woman's accusing and tolerant eyes, he fell asleep in the woman's arms with peace of mind.

Men are always busy at work, but women are busier than him.

She is too nosy.

The man was a little dissatisfied. Even if he could meet her that year, it was because she meddled in her business.

"Did you sneeze today? I've been thinking about you."

"The connection between sneezing and missing is not scientifically supported. Sneezing is the body's way of removing irritants or foreign objects from the nasal passages. There are 4 reasons people sneeze—"

"I mean you have to remember me."

"……it is good."

Seven days a week, all year round, will it feel boring to be with you?

In my dream, I will carefully rehearse all the time with you again and again.

Life is limited, but I still want to include all of you in my life. At a certain moment, I suddenly want to bury my cheeks in your neck to see how you helplessly droop your brows. At another moment, I see a Only Chunyan and his wife snuggled up in the nest under the eaves. I suddenly miss you and want to share this moment with you.

I want to add all my futures to the premise of being with you.

It's getting colder in Seoul today, have you come back, but I couldn't see you just because I was afraid of the cold and didn't want to go out.

Wait for it to warm up.

Wait until it gets warmer.

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Lu Yuxiao's funeral was very simple, and there were only a few people present. Her parents and brother were busy liquidating the property she left behind, and the sadness on her face did not know how much it was real.

There are wreaths donated by the students at the door, and another wreath sent by someone. In addition to the white lilies and other plain-colored funeral flowers, there are also a few sky-blue hyacinths. The blue is bright and eye-catching. Brings a cheerful air that doesn't belong in this black and white funeral.

Qian Qian packed up Lu Yuxiao's belongings and handed them to her parents, expressing her condolences.

She had already figured out how to take care of her family for Lu Yuxiao, just like how she had always taken care of Lu Yuxiao, since they were friends, they naturally loved her family.

The grief-stricken parents took the hand of this extraordinary dressed woman, they said hoarsely with red eyes: "Qianqian, I know you, you are Yuxiao's best friend..."

Qianqian's eyes were red, and she forced a smile. When she wiped away her tears, the diamond-encrusted bracelet on her wrist flashed a low-key and luxurious light.

Lu's father and Lu's mother still had tears on their faces, but their eyes lit up, their tone changed, and they became a little anxious: "Qianqian... Yuxiao has been telling us that she is doing well here... Do you know... ...Yuxiao doesn't she have a house here, it seems that she didn't see the real estate certificate?"

Qian Zhan was stunned.

Seeing Qianchong looking at them in surprise, the parents' tears fell from the corners of their eyes again, and they choked up and said: "We know she is promising, she has always been filial to us, we will help her take care of this house, her brother , it just so happens that I also want to marry a wife..."

Qianqian withdrew the hand held by Lu's mother, suddenly felt her chest shrinking from the cold, and something in her stomach was about to roll out, she repeated: "House?"

Lu's father and Lu's mother looked at each other and wiped away tears. Lu's father's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "You are Yuxiao's best friend, that is Yuxiao's item in our family, you must give it to us .”

Lu's mother continued to wipe away tears from the side: "You can give it to us, Yuxiao must also hope that we have a good life..."

Acting both hard and soft, coercion and temptation, one sings / red face, and the other sings bad face.

Qian Qian ignored the scheming of the two middle-aged people, she glanced at the simple funeral, and then at Lu Yuxiao's portrait, suddenly felt ridiculous.

In Lu Yuxiao's remarks, Lu's father and Lu's mother loved her daughter very much.

Qianqian turned her head, the redness in her eyes was still there, but the warmth in her eyes had disappeared: "Lu Yuxiao never owned a house, and she rents a house with me, don't you even know this?"

"Here," Father Lu's eyes widened in disbelief, "here, Yuxiao said, you live in her house..."

"I live in her house?" Qianqian heard the biggest joke in the world, and she should maintain Lu Yuxiao's dignity, but at this moment, she only felt that this was not dignity, but ridiculous vanity, and sadly After Lu Yuxiao died, he would also be shrouded in the haze brought by this vanity.

She stretched out her hand, with a diamond-encrusted bracelet on her wrist - she showed it to Lu's father and Lu's mother, her eyes were slightly cold: "This is high-end jewelry, I won't say which brand it is, you may not know it Let's put it this way, just this one is enough for you to pay the down payment for one house here, I own five houses under my own name, my dad is in the real estate business, and I need to live in someone else's house?"

Lu's father and Lu's mother stared at the inlaid diamond, their eyes widened.

Qianqian suddenly felt angry and distressed, annoyed that Lu Yuxiao refused to tell her the truth, and also distressed that Lu Yuxiao's father did not care for her mother or love all these years, she withdrew her hand and said, "What are you doing to your daughter?" The situation, what kind of friends I made, I really don’t know anything.”

Qianqian knows that Lu Yuxiao loves vanity, but this does not prevent her from being friends with Lu Yuxiao, because a person who loves vanity can also be a caring and gentle person, and his flaws can't hide his beauty