[Korean Entertainment] Thinking of peace

An changed her clothes and came to the living room. Kangin and Heechul were already sitting at the table waiting for the others to take their seats. In front of them was fried rice that had just been cooked. Sungmin and Donghae came out of the kitchen with plates, and Ki Fan followed behind with plates. In the back, in the kitchen, Lite and Han Geng were busy serving food. Seeing An Qifan coming out of the room, he hurriedly beckoned An to sit next to him. Donghai put the plate on the table in front of An and said:

"Ping An xi, brother Han Geng's fried rice is delicious."

Qi Fan also smiled back, put a plate of kimchi in front of An and said: "Han Geng's fried rice is not master class, but it is also very good."

An smiled and replied, "Brother Han Geng's fried rice looks good, I think it must taste good too!"

Han Geng just sat down and heard An say this, he smiled and said, "That's right, if I don't cook well, will they still eat it? Why don't you put it yourself, I don't know if it suits your taste." Said casually over.

"Thank you, Brother Han Geng, sorry for the trouble."

Maybe it's because he knows that Han Geng is Chinese, maybe it's because of his elder brother's attitude, anyway, Ann always wants to get closer to Han Geng, so she also smiles very brightly, which makes Heechul, who has not consciously paid attention to Ann since he left the dormitory, curl his lips At the corner, Qi Fan next to An saw An's bright smile and smiled too.

The meal was still enjoyable, and the few people were not restrained by eating or sleeping. Heechul and Qiangren talked about interesting things in class, and Qifan added a sentence from time to time. Liteuk and Sungmin listened and ate, Donghae Laughing, Han Geng added kimchi for everyone while eating, while Ann just ate his own quietly.

Heechul, Kangin, and Kibeom entered the company in one year, and they have always been in the same class. Sungmin, Han Geng, and Donghae entered the company in one year. Because Donghae’s strength is good, he was promoted to the same class as Leeteuk, and Sungmin was in the same class. In the same class as Han Geng.

After the meal, An offered to do the dishes, so Heechul, who was supposed to do the dishes, was assigned to help him. The others put the dishes into the kitchen, cleaned the living room, and then went about their business. Only An was left in the kitchen. After meeting Heechul, An wore the pink floral apron that Han Geng gave him that had been neglected by his roommates for a long time, and seriously wiped the plate in his hand.

Since leaving the bakery in Giverny, he hasn't done any housework. While wiping the dishes, he recalled the leisurely life in the town. He learned how to make French bread with Grandma Brunchaud, helped his neighbor Mrs. Petit to take care of the garden, and gave Emma and The children in the town talked about the customs of various countries and so on.

Now that I think about it, I didn’t have any thoughts at that time, and I just went with the situation. Although I don’t worry all the time now, it’s not that much easier. I put down my previous identity and live with another identity. The assistant's assistance from the side does not have the lofty status of the family, nor does it completely get rid of the status of "clan master", at least there is a new environment and new people in ordinary life.

The ghost-like life of these ten days has never been experienced in two lifetimes, and it also let him know what is the most important thing, the people who will accompany him for the rest of his life, his relatives and friends.Relatives can't be forced because of fate, and he also attaches great importance to relatives around him, but friends are rare, and he has to find and cherish them by himself.

What An wants most now is a friend, even one is fine, as long as it is sincere, not a fake friend in the family, not a passer-by on a trip, or a nodding acquaintance from a previous life, but a real friend who can laugh together , making trouble together, being sad together, suffering together, friends who can make friends with each other, and good friends for life.

An Zai concentrated on washing the dishes, while Xi Che cleaned the cupboards, and when she finished packing, she turned her head to look at An who lowered her head while washing the dishes.

The short black hair loosely covers the smooth forehead, the long eyelashes tremble slightly with the movement of the eyes, the straight nose bridge, the pink lips, the slightly fleshy cheeks, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and there is a faint smile on his face , Gently wiping the items in her hands, Ann’s fingers are very beautiful, because the skin looks very white and tender because it is not long, the water drops from the fingertips without leaving a trace, everything looks like a work of art, whether it is human Or the hand, or his movement at this time.

Looking at Xiche, he remembered the picture of the boy's clothes that he saw in the afternoon, stared blankly at the boy in front of him in a daze, and realized his own thoughts after a while, Xiche's fair face immediately turned red.

"What the hell am I thinking~!" Heechul sighed inadvertently.

Ann, who was washing the dishes, heard Xiche's sudden exclamation, turned her head in doubt and asked, "Brother Xiche, are you alright?"

"Ah?" Heechul didn't notice what he said before he realized, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Oh." Ann heard Xiche say it's okay, and continued to wash the dishes.

Xiche felt that he should do something to divert his attention. Seeing that the kitchen was almost cleaned up, if he went out alone, he might be driven back to the kitchen, so the only thing he could do was chat.

"I heard that you used to learn classical dance?" I had nothing to say.

Without raising his head, An wiped the table and replied, "Well, I have studied for a few years."

"Oh." Xiche seriously looked at An's figure and thought: It's very slender, she must look good when dancing.

"Han Geng also learned to dance, but it was a folk dance." Heechul was imagining how Ann would dance in his mind.

An was a little curious: "Brother Han Geng must be a good dancer, right?"

Xiche pursed his lips and said, "It's okay, is there a big difference between classical dance and folk dance?"

An stopped the movement of his hands and tilted his head to think about it seriously: "Well, the difference is quite big."

Xi Chul was taken aback by An's appearance just now.

The two returned to the living room after packing up. An and Qi Fan nestled on the same sofa, reading the same magazine, and chatting from time to time. It wasn't that they were gossiping, but that as future artists, they still had to accept some of these news.

Sung Min, who was sitting on the other side of An, glanced at An from time to time, and finally approached An and asked in a low voice, "Do you know someone from the top of the company?" Don't blame Sung Min, he really couldn't help it, he was tired of guessing. up.

"People at the top? I don't know." He answered seriously.

Heechul, who heard the conversation, also joined in: "Really don't know?" He looked into An's eyes and tried to find some traces of cover-up.

"I really don't know." He answered firmly.

Qi Fan didn't want to see An in trouble, although he knew that Sungmin and Heechul were just curious: "Those are all rumors, Ping'an Xi appeared so suddenly that they felt a sense of crisis."

"And those decisions should be made by the higher-ups themselves, and their intentions are beyond our ability to guess, so don't think too much about it." He may feel that An's experience is somewhat similar to his own, but Han Geng has never doubted Ann.

Lite put down the pen in his hand: "They talk about them, and since we are in the same dormitory, we must unite."

"Yeah" +7

Even if the day passed like this, no one mentioned it again.

At night, An, who was lying on the bed, looked at the dark sky outside the window and sighed slightly, making Xiche, who should have been sleeping deeply at this time, slowly open his eyes and look at An's side face in the dark, wondering what to think.