[Korean Entertainment] boring girlfriend

In front of the huge black photo, the man watched silently.

Zhen Xing stood behind him and took out his mobile phone to help him take a picture. Just when the other party turned around, the figure suddenly became blurred.

Quan Zhilong walked over and hugged Zhen Xing's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, imprisoning her in an intimate posture that did not avoid suspicion, full of interest, "Shall I help you take pictures?"

"Okay." Zhenxing agreed submissively. She stood in front of the photo, holding the bag in front of her hands with both hands, her black curly hair was loose, and she had a gentle and quiet appearance.

Quan Zhilong originally took pictures of her with his mobile phone in both hands. Seeing her like this, he unconsciously put his left hand in his pocket and held the camera in his right hand. look."

"No need." Zhenxing shook her head, she came over and took Quan Zhilong's hand, interlocking his fingers meticulously, with a soft smile on her face.

Sometimes Quan Zhilong couldn't figure out whether she cared or didn't care.

If you care, why don't you even take a look at the photos; if you don't care, why don't you care about everything.

He dragged Zhen Xing forward. The art exhibition was very big, but because of its small style, not many people saw it. Occasionally, he would meet citizens taking pictures on the road. When they saw Quan Zhilong and Zhen Xing, some people would secretly whisper.

After feeling the scrutiny around him, Zhen Xing subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but just as he moved, Quan Zhilong clenched him tightly. He had been held loosely by Zhen Xing before, but now Zhen Xing wanted to break free, but he used his strength, and then Looking at Zhen Xing, "What?"

"They..." Zhen Xing glanced at the person next to him who secretly took the phone.

"I do not care."

Quan Zhilong pulled her forward indifferently, with a careless tone, but clasped Zhenxing tightly with his hands, touching her palms, the warm touch made people feel as if two hearts were leaning together.

Makoto looked at his face with a smile on his face, then quickened his pace and followed him closely.

They walked around the art exhibition, and the last exhibition hall was themed on love, and the main colors used were black, white and red. Once they walked in, the overwhelming color contrast and sense of impact would make people stunned.

In the middle of the exhibition hall, there is a huge English LOVE, and then a red paint is drawn across the middle, and the bright red paint slides down like water droplets, just like the blood dripping after the love is broken.

Quan Zhilong let Zhen Xing take a photo for her, and then compulsively held her hand to take a photo.

The contrast in the photo is strong, the tattoo on the back of the man's hand and smiling face is very obvious, but only half of the woman's hand and the thumb can be seen, because the surrounding colors are poor, it is difficult to directly determine that it is a woman's hand without looking carefully.

Zhen Xing seldom took photos with Quan Zhilong, mainly because of his status as an artist, but today Quan Zhilong seemed to be in a good mood. After taking a photo of holding hands, he took another photo. In the photo, he tilted his head slightly Super to Makoto, and Makoto has a shy smile on his face.

Both of them looked at the camera, like a couple made for each other.

Immediately afterwards, Quan Zhilong posted today's photo on ins. He put the picture of holding hands in the middle, but the group photo was not posted.

As soon as he finished posting, Zhen Xing's cell phone rang. Quan Zhilong couldn't help laughing when he saw the push that he paid special attention to. Zhen Xing hurriedly opened his ins in a disguised way. First, he liked Quan Zhilong, and then posted the photo Put it up, except for holding hands and taking photos.

These two are not released because Quan Zhilong has already released the first one, but Quan Zhilong has not released the latter one.

What he did, Zhen Xing was inconvenient to do, and what he didn't do, Zhen Xing would not do.

Quan Zhilong understood her meaning repeatedly, but didn't say anything, and just liked Zhenxing's ins feed.

He looked at Zhenxing's other dynamics, and suddenly asked, "Do you still remember the first time we met?"

Same art show, only it was a rainy day.

Zhen Xing walked out of the art exhibition without an umbrella, and Quan Zhilong came over and used an umbrella to support the sky above her head.

Then Zhenxing was trapped in this corner of the world, from traveling to staying, staying in Korea.

When she turned her head and saw Quan Zhilong's sunglasses, she couldn't help laughing first. When the pale and weak face showed a smile, it was like a trembling flower blooming. At that moment, she felt that Quan Zhilong Long became interested in himself.

A man's interest in a woman.

Immediately afterwards, when Quan Zhilong took off his sunglasses, Zhen Xing also became interested in him.

The painter's interest in the muse of inspiration.

I can't tell which one is more noble, maybe they are all equally inferior, and we move forward for the sake of desire, without sincerity, just relying on desire.

Zhen Xing also felt that Yu Zhihao, Song Min Hao, and Lee Soo Hyuk did not fall in love with themselves. What they loved was nothing but excitement, immorality and pleasure, and the imaginary "Zhen Xing", that Zhen Xing, maybe Gentle and kind, maybe fragile and helpless, or maybe a purely vicious bad woman.

She once read a book in which she wanted to write: The feeling of love is just an illusion. All people who fall in love love not the real object, but the fictional object in their minds, which is themselves. the feeling itself.

Zhen Xing thinks so.

When Quan Zhilong asked this sentence at this moment, Zhenxing's mind flashed a lot, and after a pause for a few seconds, he said, "Remember, I couldn't help laughing when I saw your sunglasses .”

"Actually, until now I've been thinking, is it that funny?" Quan Zhilong asked.

Wearing sunglasses to look at the painting in the room where the brightness is not high, how can I see the painting clearly, this kind of contrived thing, Zhen Xing also remembers it vividly, she saw Quan Zhilong's face thinking, as if she really wanted to know, so she Said, "At one point, I was thinking at that time, you are really weird."

"Actually, when I saw you, I was also thinking..."

"what?"

"It looks like it's hard work, and it feels like you'll fall if you don't stretch out your hand." Quan Zhilong looked at Zhen Xing, his eyes fixed on her.

He used to face everything with a cynical look in the past, but now he suddenly became sincere, giving people a completely different feeling.

Suddenly, Zhenxing felt the black mandala in her heart that she couldn't draw for a long time suddenly sprouted, her head was clear, and she immediately understood why she couldn't draw it.

Because Quan Zhilong did not show his sincerity.

He has no love, and neither does he, how can he draw it.

Zhen Xing obeyed her inner reaction, looked at Quan Zhilong, smiled slightly, and pretended to be relaxed, "At that time, it was really hard, but luckily I met you."

"Is it really a good thing to meet me?" Quan Zhilong said, he seemed to be in a strange mood, before he could respond to Zhenxing, he reached out and rubbed Zhenxing's hair, and smiled, "Maybe."

"What's wrong with you today?" Makoto asked.

Quan Zhilong twitched the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone and tuned to the column of the photo album, and then showed Zhen Xing.

Zhen Xing looked over curiously, only to find that it was actually a picture of Song Minhao sending her to the hospital. In a series of photos, all of them were pictures of Song Minhao picking her up from the car and taking her to the hospital, and then there was a picture of a case taken secretly, which said With the words overdose of sleeping pills.

"I already know." Quan Zhilong whispered.

Zhen Xing's hands trembled slightly, she looked at Quan Zhilong with tears in her eyes, it was the first time she showed such helpless and embarrassing appearance in front of Quan Zhilong, and said with a crying voice, "I'm sorry——"

Tears filled her clear eyes, and she looked pitiful as the tears rolled down her cheeks one by one.

Quan Zhilong looked down at the photo album, only feeling complicated emotions in his heart, sighed, and said.

The author has something to say:

Don't overturn, don't worry~~~ How could Zhenxing overturn.