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

Say it's his fault, what's his fault?But he endured it and said nothing. "

"Do you know, if a lot of people died because of me, I would have died a long time ago. How happy it is to die. Death can't solve the problem, but at least it's not painful. But Baekhyun just endured, suffered, and was alone. Hold on, I really, really admire him..."

"You know Jin Meizhu," Cha Zaizhi finally said, "I can actually feel that Cha Che likes me, but I just don't dare to know, you know, I'm a coward."

"Miss, shall I take you back to school now?" the driver asked.

Jin Meizhu came out of her memories, and she suddenly remembered that she was going to have class in the afternoon, and it was the most important practical class. Although the young professor who taught them had a gentle Bodhisattva face and wore golden glasses, he was very gentle. When punishing people, they are like evil spirits being tortured on the eighteenth floor of hell.

Jin Meizhu went to bed late once, and every time a student was late after that, she was taken out as a negative example and whipped.

She panicked, and hurriedly said: "Uncle, drive faster, I'm going to be late for class, and if I'm late once, my usual score will be deducted a lot!"

It's a bit chilly today, the sun is bright, the wind blows with a chilling autumn feel, and the world goes on as usual.

The professor would not do her any favors for attending the funeral.

Even though this world pushes people forward and sometimes hurts people's hearts, this world is so ruthless that it is just right. To save people from the past, one must not be soft-hearted. Only those who are cruel enough can be slapped awake. sleeper.

Moreover, tragedy is not about indulging in it to judge right or wrong, but to investigate cause and effect. In this tragedy, the truth has been buried forever with the death of the person, but there is no sadness. Sadness will last forever and drive people forward. go.

All of this, traced back to the source, perhaps no one knows, and no one can believe that the misfortune that befell more than ten families was because some people beat up a boy who liked the same sex that year.

Going back to the individual, it was because of the cowardice of a boy who also liked the same sex. He was afraid that he would be discovered, so he pushed the younger generation out for everyone to vent their anger.

Behind the weakness of a person is the cowardice of an era.

People die not because of simple hatred, not simply who kills who. When the law seeks a fairness for death, death is also the last confession left by people.

Some people love their older brothers, while others dare not admit that their younger brothers love them.

Some people can't face up to their relationship with fans, and some people can't face up to their relationship with artists.

Some people fall in love with the wrong person, and some people cannot accept that hard work does not equal results.

Some people hate the evil in this world too much, some people despise their self-worth, and get lost in pursuing the value of others.

Some people are bent on revenge because of injustice suffered.

The balance of paranoia and laxity, the measure of willingness and gain, the struggle between good and evil in human nature, one by one, people have to go through it one by one, roll over on the tip of the knife, rush out in the sea of ​​fire, and seek life between extremes and extremes , slowly learning to live.

Until someday.

Those little-known secrets finally come to light.

first snowfall

"The temperature will continue to drop this week. It is expected that there will be snow on the night of the 31st. This will be the first snow in this city this winter. Citizens, please keep warm and add clothes in time—"

The clear and sweet voice of the female anchor came from the radio in the taxi, and the driver slammed the channel and complained casually: "I'm afraid the snow won't be able to fall this year—little girl, can I put you down at the intersection ahead?" ?”

The girl in the back seat replied: "OK, thank you."

"This year is really strange." As a taxi driver, it is a professional characteristic to be able to find topics to talk about all the time. "Look, it's cold, but it's not snowing."

He probably wanted to seek sympathy from girls, so he found such a topic suitable for all ages, and the girl responded very cooperatively: "Yes, it is really cold."

"Hey, what a terrible weather," the driver nodded contentedly, and sighed out the breath he had prepared earlier, "Hey——"

Winter in South Korea is from December to March. It is very cold, and the temperature is generally below zero, especially in Seoul in the north. However, passers-by on the streets still wear a cold winter throughout the year.

Tonight the sky was a deep dark gray, the forecast said it might snow tonight, but people dismissed it, and the forecast was at the usual level - the usual level of joking.

The weather forecast started at the beginning of December, and it was said that it would snow every day, but at the end of December, people didn't see any snow.

Generally speaking, the first snow in Seoul falls at the beginning of December, but this year is different until the end of December—today is the 12st, and God is still just a stinky face of "I can't let it fall".

In Korea, Chuxue means romance. Some people say that if you meet someone you like on this day, you can be together.

The first snow is a very important cultural symbol.

The day dragged on day by day, and the young couples were not happy anymore, nor were the store owners who were looking forward to relying on Chuxue to increase their turnover, and the parents were also not happy seeing their children unhappy all day long.

This long-delayed first snow is like a thorn in the throat of the Korean people.

"The little girl is going on a date. She is so beautifully dressed." The driver glanced at the plain-featured girl from the rearview mirror of the car, and praised the other party's clothes winkingly. They all came out to play, you can see that there are so many people here that the car can’t even move.”

Before the girl could answer, the car in front really stopped moving, and the noisy sounds passed through the colorful neon lights and poured into the dim car. It was obviously midnight after eleven o'clock, and the street was still as noisy as day.

"Hey, why is it blocked," the driver yelled in surprise, rolled down the window and yelled, "Hey-boy, what's going on in front, why are there so many people crowded there?"

The young man was obviously eager to join in the fun, and hurriedly said: "We are recording a program ahead!"

"Oh, it seems that we can't make it through...Girl, can I put you here?" The driver patted the steering wheel in frustration, turned to look at the girl, and said a little embarrassedly, "I should have sent you there, Isn't today the New Year's Eve, my son is waiting for me to go back to watch some music program, I'm really sorry, I'll charge you two thousand won less, can you watch it?"

In the dim car, the girl looked over with clear eyes. Facing the unexpected situation, she didn't panic. She just checked the map on her mobile phone, then picked up her bag, and nodded: "OK."

She quickly realized that her wording was inappropriate in the driver's surprised eyes, and quickly adjusted her words: "It's okay, I can stay here."

After paying the taxi fare with her mobile phone, amidst the driver's repeated apologies, the girl closed the car door moderately, and smiled gently at the driver: "It's okay, you can go home."

The streets are indeed crowded with people. On New Year’s Eve, young people come out in groups to play. Major stores also put up “Discount” labels. 50%", "Buy one get one free", marketing methods emerge in endlessly, and the shops are all decorated in fancy ways. From a distance, there is such a meaning of complementing each other.

"Hello, are you free to do me a favor?"

She followed the navigation through the crowd, and was suddenly stopped by a person. When she turned around, several cameras were filming her, and a middle-aged man was holding a microphone with a very professional smile on his face.

Facing the girl's questioning gaze, the middle-aged man strode forward to explain, letting out puffs of white air while talking: "We are recording a program now, can you do me a favor?"

"It's like this, we have a quick question and answer question, if you can help our guests answer ten questions correctly within 180 seconds, you can get a super prize - you can call your favorite idol. "

Seeing the girl's silence, the middle-aged man was a little anxious, because it is indeed difficult to answer ten questions correctly within 180 seconds. Most passers-by have a mentality - they are afraid that they will lose face if they can't answer, and they are unwilling to help.

He unknowingly sped up his speech: "Our task must be completed before zero o'clock, and there are only a few minutes left. We really want to complete the task, so please!"

The girl turned her body around calmly, looked at the time displayed on the phone, paused for a second, nodded and agreed: "Okay."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and waved to a young man not far away: "Han Ying, I found a partner for you!"

"Are you good at this?" The guest who collaborated with the girl was Han Ying, a young idol. Seeing that the girl was young, he was already not very hopeful, but he still smiled with the corners of his mouth frozen , comforted, "Don't be nervous later, just know what to say."

The girl smiled back politely: "I will try my best."

After explaining the rules, the host gave an order: "Time, start!"

"The first question is what is the largest country in the world? Tell me the full name!"

The young idol hurriedly said: "Russia!"

The host shook his head: "Ding! No, you have to say the full name. What is the full name of Russia? Think about it?"

The young idol looked dazed, as if shocked that Russia still has a full name, isn't Russia just Russia? !

The audience sighed.

"Russian Federation." Listening to only one side of the hopeless woman