[Entertainment BTS] 100 confessions and 99 rejections

Recently, not only the atmosphere around me, but also the entire entertainment industry has been too depressing.

I am also very tired after working every day.

Even if you are working abroad, you can feel it all the time.

At the end of the last morning of work, everyone went to a small restaurant for dinner.

"Brother," I said suddenly, looking at my brother who was enjoying his lunch, "Why are you scolding me?"

"Calling you? What's the matter?" My brother started to take special care of my emotions recently. Hearing me say that, he felt a little nervous, "What's the matter?"

"Because I didn't post an ins to mourn my brother," I said with a speechless smile, "does it have to be so important to say it?"

Directly private message me, scold me, and label me, I am also very helpless.

"Yeah, what the hell is he doing?" My brother looked at my phone and was very angry, "I can block it directly, why bother with these rubbish?"

My sisters are also persuading me not to take it personally.

After speaking, he looked at me with a worried expression.

"I'm fine. You see, I've already eaten so much." I waved my hand, pointing to the plate in front of me, and pointing outside, "I want to go to the door to bask in the sun."

Just before I came in, I saw some beach chairs under the tree next to the restaurant.

"Ah, it's a good weather again." I put on my sunglasses and looked at the rare sunny day. "You guys also want to bask in the sun?"

I watched the writer sister and camera sister of the reality show who followed me out to bask in the sun without eating well.

Several sisters also sat next to each other.

"I'm sorry, because I suddenly want to go out to bask in the sun, you can't even eat," I rubbed my hands at them, "I will pack two for you later, and you can eat when you are hungry."

The sisters smiled and shook their heads without speaking.

"It's strange, why are you always apologizing recently..."

They didn't talk either, so I started talking to myself alone, which was kind of funny when I thought about it.

"Just now..." the writer sister said, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

It's great that she finds something for me to talk about again.

"It's uncomfortable," I touched my chest, "It's not just just now, it seems to be uncomfortable all this time."

They looked at me distressedly, I was a little amused, and waved my hands.

"But no matter how uncomfortable it is, it's not as uncomfortable as Brother Key and Sister Taeyeon..." I added, "The most uncomfortable should be the family, yes."

"What about you?"

My sister asked again.

"Wow, my sister is really a kind person, she cares about me," I felt warm and held my face together, "Although I have survived day by day in the entertainment industry, sometimes I really get more and more confused, no Knowing how to survive, I can only fill myself with year-by-year trips..."

I sighed a little.

"Because everyone's image of Yin Can is optimistic, happy, joking and going to the club every day." I smiled distressedly, looking at the sun, "so even if you are very unhappy, you have to smile for me, otherwise people will think that I am putting on airs, Sometimes when I go home, I sit in the car and think, I am very unhappy and optimistic now, so I am still Yin Can..."

My eyes are hot, probably from the sun.

"Sometimes I feel that my body, my friends, and my family are all owned by this happy guy named Yin Can." I took off my sunglasses, covered my eyes with my wrist, and said, "I have When I feel like 'I' is disappearing..."

"That day, we left, what did you talk about?"

The writer sister was silent for a while and asked questions.

"Us? Me and Zheng Haoxi?" I raised my hand and opened my eyes to look at her, "Nothing."

I just sighed a little, and then smoked a few cigarettes.

My sister nodded and continued to look at me.

"Ah, because it's a reality show, I'm telling you secretly," I said quietly as if I just remembered, "I secretly consulted a psychiatrist before."

I smiled at her.

"If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to."

My sister was stunned and said with red eyes.

"Why is my sister crying, but I haven't cried yet?"

I had no choice but to go into the store to get tissues for her and wipe my crying sister's face.

"When did you go?"

my sister asked me.

"During the public period?" I gave her all the tissues and continued to talk to her, "It was Zheng Haoxi who suggested me to go, and he also accompanied me to go there a few times."

"Jhopexi?"

My sister was surprised and asked.

"Yes, he said that he also has to learn how to help me and take care of me." I scratched my head a little embarrassedly, "It's not that deep, and I actively cooperated. This matter just passed, but because of the people around me We all know, so everyone still cares about me."

My sister nodded and didn't speak.

"We Haoxi are the angels sent to save me." I smiled happily, "When I was unhappy, he would make me laugh, and he would always talk about something to distract me that day. power, so there’s really nothing worth saying.”

"Our brother is such a kind person, so he must have gone to a good place." I raised my hand and touched the sunshine, "When you miss him, just shout to the sky, haha, isn't it like some TV show? plot…"

I found that every time I said something, I ended up complaining about myself.

"Junghyun xi will live happily in another form," my sister knew that her words would not be released, but she still told me firmly there, "You also want to live happily, unhappy It's time to speak up."

"Can my sister be my friend?" I looked at the writer sister who comforted me, and smiled, "The kind that doesn't get in touch often?"

Before my sister could respond, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I looked at the profile picture of the contact person, laughed out loud, and pressed the speakerphone, "Haoxi."

"Well, I'm done with work and I'm about to go to bed," Zheng Haoxi, who was in Seoul eight hours earlier than me, "What about you? It should be noon in Milan now, right?"

"That's right, I'm basking in the sun right now," I pretended to be cheerful, "It's hard work."

I yelled softly into the phone.

"Well," his voice was gentle, "Have you eaten yet? You won't get dizzy in the sun now?"

"I've finished my meal," I picked up the leaves on the ground and played with them, "I won't feel dizzy, because I'm under the tree, not basking in the sun, but looking at the sun and watching the sun."

I seriously answered each of his questions.

"That's good," he felt relieved, "How is it? How do you feel?"

"That's it," oh, I understood what he wanted to ask, "I'm fine, and I won't bother with this."

If he wants to know, I will tell him directly.

"That's good." He seemed relieved, "Flight in the afternoon? When will you arrive in Korea?"

"Hmm..." I glanced at the writer's sister, who reminded me of the flight time, "It's about 02:30, and it's almost six o'clock in Korea."

"Okay, then I'll pick you up," he continued to ask, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"I want to eat..." I was troubled for a while, and decided to save him some face, "Kimchi soup?"

"Ah," he said helplessly, "Don't be so good, those who don't know think I can only make kimchi soup."

"But I just want to eat kimchi soup."

I feel wronged, and to tell the truth, every time I go abroad, what I miss the most is kimchi.

"My even mother brought kimchi from Gwangju and stayed at our house for a few days, and your even mother also sent some side dishes yesterday," he muttered there, "My even mother taught me to make spicy fish soup, and I also Ready to show you a hand..."

"Then eat spicy fish soup," I interrupted his thoughts, pretending to be pleasantly surprised, "My God, I haven't eaten spicy fish soup for a long time!"

"Really?!" He proudly said, "My mother taught me how to make fish soup without fishy smell!"

"Really," I laughed, noticing the manager who called me into the shop, pursed my lips slightly, "I might be going to the airport, it seems it's getting late."

"Okay, call then."

Zheng Haoxi was very cooperative and didn't get tired of being there with me, so he quickly hung up the phone.

When I got home, I ate Zheng Haoxi's spicy fish soup.

But unfortunately, he didn't learn his mother's ability to remove fishy smell.

But I still bite the bullet and finish eating.

Sure enough, Zheng Haoxi still made the best kimchi soup.

The author has something to say: refill, I hope you are happy every day