[Korean entertainment] The world of power is here

Nodding, he joined hands with Yang Xianshuo to push the wheelchair into the venue.

"He is one of the shareholders of our company." Yang Xianshuo adjusted the brim of his hat and introduced the person in the wheelchair, "An..."

"...Ancheng." An Hai stood on Quan Zhilong's left, she was out of breath just after running off the car, she nodded slightly and looked at him.

"It's a coincidence." An Cheng propped his chin and curled his mouth, "What, your partner? When did you get your boyfriend?"

"...you don't need to ask."

"I asked what's wrong, can't I know what others can know?"

"Then you can ask someone else." Quan Zhilong watched her fingers holding the car keys curl up slowly, and finally held the keys tightly in the palm of his hand.

Seeing that the atmosphere was like this again, Yang Xianshuo opened his mouth before An Cheng could speak, "We haven't seen An Hai for a long time."

"Long time no see. I'll take a step first. Goodbye." After An Hai answered, his eyes didn't stop, he turned and left.

Quan Zhilong took a step to catch up, saw the two people go in and asked, "Who is that man, do you hate him?"

"Just someone I happened to know."

"Someone who happened to know?" Who would hate someone who happened to know so much?When he wanted to ask more questions, his manager called again to urge him to hurry up. He hung up the phone to check that it was not too early. He planned to go home at night and ask for clarification, so he patted her on the shoulder and said, "I'm going in, please drive carefully. "

"Well, cheers for the concert." She shook the car key and waved to him.

The side you least want to be seen is still seen.

Quan Zhilong and the members sat in the backstage work room and ate the support food sent by fans. When Yong Pei was gnawing on a pig's trotter and laughing at his broken teeth yesterday, the president came in and greeted everyone for a while and then sat next to him "Zhilong, don't you know who that person was?"

"It's someone I met by chance." Suddenly, I didn't know what to eat, and I had some premonitions in my heart. The two had the same surname, An, and their looks were somewhat similar. There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world.

"Ha, she said that? If An Cheng heard it, he wouldn't know what his face would look like." Leaning on the sofa and smiling, seeing Yong Pei reaching out to steal the last pig's trotter from Quan Zhilong's box, he said, "That man is An Hai's father."

......

After the concert, the assistant drove him directly to the community where An Hai lived. As soon as Quan Zhilong opened the door, he saw that the man was sitting in the middle of the living room as if nothing had happened, eating fruit while scribbling on paper with a pen in his hand. When the bath water is boiled, let him wash it quickly, so as not to waste electricity.

"You said you are so virtuous, every time you tell me to boil the water, and then you drag it back and forth until the water is cold and you have to boil it again!" He took a piece of peeled pineapple from the plate and handed it to him. , the man didn't answer, stood in front of the tea table and stroked his sweat-soaked hair, "You haven't said who that man is today."

"It's fine if you don't eat, oops, you go take a shower first!" After a concert, he sweated a lot, and now the sweat sticky and sticky to his body smelled even worse, his legs stretched out from the gap under the coffee table, stepping on His feet urged, "Hurry up, it really stinks!"

"Who is that person?" Ignoring her fight, he was still obsessed with that question.

"...I just said it was someone I knew, what else would someone say?!" After a pause, she slowly retracted her feet and raised her voice.

"Know? Father is only to the point of knowing?" The person sitting on the ground heard his words, his eyes widened instantly, knowing that he must have asked someone else, so he lowered his head and turned the pen in his hand without saying a word. .

"An Hai, how many truths do you have in your mouth? In your heart, do you only know me well, how many truths did you tell me..."

Not wanting to continue the topic, An Hai silently supported the coffee table and got up and walked towards the bedroom. Quan Zhilong turned around and continued to ask, "Are you born a liar?"

"Didn't I say that you would believe no matter what I said! Now, everything I said is fucking fart!" She threw the pen in her hand at him vigorously, and the pen tip hit his coat and fell to the ground. She closed her eyes Looking out the window, the tone slowed down, "Can we not talk about him?"

"How do you want me to believe you?" I didn't understand why she lied at that time, "Even if you hate him, why did you lie to me? He is your father, and you even want to hide your father's identity from me?!"

"Stop it! I'm a liar by nature, right?" He turned his head and stared at him without saying a word, walked to the door, put on his slippers and walked out.

Quan Zhilong stood barefoot in the middle of the living room, and when he heard the door slam shut, he felt as if he had been slapped.It was the same last time, every time she quarreled, she chose to run away.

Turning around and lighting a cigarette on the sofa, she felt something stuck in her buttocks. She took out her mobile phone and threw it on the table irritably. It's the melody and lyrics that were scribbled and altered. When I turned to the last sheet, there was only one name written on the paper.

Quan Zhilong.

After closing the paper, he got up and put the cigarette out in the ashtray, walked slowly to the bedroom, opened the closet and found his pajamas, when he closed the closet door, he turned his head to look at the entrance where the light was still on, cursed, and threw away the pajamas rushed out.

I searched for someone nearby who didn't see her twice, and called Pu Chun to ask if she wasn't there, so I went to the supper stall she often went to and asked the proprietress.After walking those roads back and forth for several hours, he didn't know who else An Hai would look for, and he didn't know where she went.

Standing under the streetlight with a dead cell phone and looking at the empty street, in the past few hours, he went from angry to impatient to flustered, yes, he panicked.The whole heart has no bottom.

It was three o'clock in the morning and I still couldn't find it. I wondered if she had already gone home. I returned to the community with the mentality of giving it a try. When I reached out and was about to close the elevator door, I saw someone sitting in the stairwell, so Sitting on the second floor, he quickly ran out of the elevator and ran to the first floor.

Sitting at the corner of the stairs is a person, stepping on a pair of cotton solid-color slippers and wearing simple home clothes.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he immediately looked back vigilantly, saw that it was him, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, turned his head and continued to sit.

Slowing down, walking up to her and sitting down, he finally calmed down, panting and calling her name, "An Hai."

"My mother committed suicide due to depression." Staring at the eye-catching green channel sign on the corner of the wall, she answered irrelevantly, "My mother is in the symphony orchestra, and she plays the piano very well. The quiet person just agreed, and after she got married, she quit her job and became a full-time wife at home."

It was the first time I heard her take the initiative to mention her family, but this was the truth. Quan Zhilong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave them to her, and lit them for her. The orange-red fireworks in her mouth were like a warm flower. flowers.

"The life after marriage is completely different from what she imagined. She spends much more time alone than two people together. In addition, she is a quiet person who likes to be bored in her heart. After a long time It's becoming more and more suspicious."

"Then after giving birth to you? She got...depression?"

"Well, postpartum depression, she never hugged me once, never taught me to call me... Mom... I was supposed to have a grandma, but my grandma also got sick and died after my mother committed suicide. An Cheng also hates it. Me, don’t let me call him daddy, he always thinks I’m the one who made her sick.” She smiled helplessly, the smoke choked into her throat, she coughed and laughed, “It’s nothing to do with me ah..."

"An Hai." He stretched out his hand to wrap her in his arms, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"What are you sorry for, oh yes, you know, in the beginning I didn't make money by writing songs. When I was studying in the United States, I did a lot of other things to make money. Come to think of it, I was a tutor, worked as a Translator, sold insurance, worked as an assistant." As if wanting to tell everything, there was more and more soot at her feet, "I really need money, very much."

"Then why did you continue to make music?"

"At that time, when my roommate voted for a song, I also sent mine. That was the first time I got a production fee. It was much faster and easier than the money I did. I was very realistic. Man, I just want to do this first to make money and then turn it around, so I have been procrastinating and procrastinating until I have made a lot of money." Turning to look at him, with a smile on his brow, "Of course.... I also saved it. some selfishness."

"What selfishness?"

"You are my selfish heart." She sniffed, the tip of her pen curled with the cold night wind.

"Selfishness?" He heard someone describe himself like this for the first time, he curled his mouth and lowered his head to smile. When he lowered his head, he saw that the slippers on her feet were dirty, so he asked how it happened.

"You think I'm thinking, I didn't bring anything with me when I came out. I rushed downstairs and realized that it's my home. Why should I leave? It's you who is leaving!" Frowning, she looked at the mud on the slippers, "But I couldn't go back and knock on the door, so I walked outside for a long time and came back when I found nowhere to go."

"I'm sorry, I won't quarrel with you again." He stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, "I will leave if I want to leave in the future."

"Then you have to let me go."

"it is good."

"You can't say I lie to you every day."

"it is good."

"Look for me."

"it is good."

"Coax me."

"it is good."

"and also."

"what?"

"You stink."

"Yeah." The corners of his mouth curled up and he smiled, "The bath water is cold, what a waste of electricity."