[Please answer 1988] Sangmundong scandal

After a period of adaptation, the people around him accepted the fact that Cui Ze and Liu Mingxi were in love.

Among them, Sung Deok-sun and Kim Jung-hwan were the most excited.

"You've been hiding it for a long time. Two years. I'm convinced." Although he knew that the relationship between the two of them had always been very close, Kim Jong-hwan had never thought about men and women, let alone dating for two years.

"I guessed it before, but I didn't expect it to be Mingxi O'Neill." Cheng Deshan recalled the conversation during the school celebration. To be honest, she was a little surprised, but it wasn't that surprising after thinking about it carefully.

"I'm sorry, I kept it hidden for so long." Cui Ze felt a little sorry, after all, they were all his very precious friends, and they didn't intend to hide it from them.

"Tch," Kim Jong-hwan looked disgusted, "Come on."

"But why are you with O'Neill?" Cheng Deshan was even more curious about this.

Cui Ze thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, "That's it, there is no special reason."

"Hey Yigu." Cheng Deshan was inexplicably relieved, "We, Ze, have grown up."

Kim Jong-hwan turned his gaze, "You guys already knew that."

Cheng Yu shrugged his shoulders with a very innocent look, "Actually, it's not that long." It's only been known for more than a year.

"You can't let me talk about it?" One is his sister, and the other is Fa Xiao. He can't do this anyway.

The two think about it too...

In short, this topic is skipped.

After the Chinese New Year, I rested for half a month.Kim Jung-hwan was the first to return to school. Who made his school the most special, followed by Sung Yu, and finally Sung Deok-sun and Ryu Dong-yong.

It's a new year, back to school, back to school, back to work, back to work, busy life begins.

To talk about the most direct change after the disclosure, for Cui Ze, it is probably that the car can finally drive to the door of the house, instead of getting out of the car halfway every time.

One early morning, Liu Mingxi had eaten breakfast and waited at the alley in his car.

Some time ago, Liu Mingxi officially graduated from Seoul National University, and her work in the newspaper office also changed a little. She switched from a weekly newspaper to a daily newspaper, and wandered around various news sites every day, living a life of going out early and returning late. Gone forever.And Cui Ze usually goes to the chess academy to practice when there is no competition, and he also goes out early in the morning and returns home late at night, so every time Liu Mingxi goes to the newspaper office, he will drop him by the way.

"Okay." Cui Ze got into the car and buckled up his seat belt.

"Well, have you had breakfast?" Liu Mingxi asked the people around him while driving.

"Ah..." Cui Ze lowered his head and flipped through his bag. He accidentally overslept today and didn't have time to have breakfast at home. "Auntie put it in the bag for me."

Liu Mingxi glanced at it, then turned back immediately, "Eat it in the car, before it's cold, there's still warm milk in the bag in the back seat."

"Yeah." Cui Ze nodded, stretched out one hand to the rear seat, and skillfully found a thermos bottle containing milk from a large black bag. When he took out the thermos bottle, he saw the parliamentary reporter in the bag. The venue certificate, with Liu Mingxi's name and ID photo printed on it, "Are you going to the parliament venue today?"

"Ah, that, yes, this year's first meeting." The meeting started at nine o'clock in the morning, and as a reporter, Liu Mingxi had to arrive at the scene to sign in before eight o'clock.

"...So," Cui Ze didn't think too much, and put the press card back, sighing in his heart that Liu Mingxi has been busy for a while, and he will probably stay up late and work overtime against persuasion, "Don't tire yourself too much."

"Understood." She replied with a smile. Although the work is important, Liu Mingxi also understands that the body is the capital.

While waiting for the red light, Liu Mingxi noticed Cui Ze's hair, bangs began to grow again, she stretched out her hand and parted the hair on his forehead, "It's time to cut it, it's covering the eyebrows."

Cui Ze raised his eyes, it was indeed a bit long, "I'll cut it in two days."

"Don't forget it again." Liu Mingxi found that Cui Ze always only remembered the things he thought were meaningful.

"I'll remember," he said.

After hearing this, Liu Mingxi looked at him a little longer, and laughed a little, and dared to be awkward, "Okay, okay."

Cui Ze didn't answer this time, and told himself in his heart that he must never forget it again, and he would write it down in his notebook when he returned home.

a few days later.

Choi Taek appeared in front of people with a new look.

Hey, in fact, I just changed my hairstyle. The bangs were cut short and combed up, making her look a little more mature.

"Well, it's not bad." Liu Mingxi looked around him, smiled, and expressed his satisfaction.

"Really, that's good." It's lucky that it's not absolutely too strange, Cui Ze heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hey," she pursed her lips and smiled, "It's pretty, it suits you very well, don't worry."

Cui Ze took her hand and wrapped her in his arms, "Next week for the championship, I have to stay in China for a week."

"Nongshim Cup?" she asked.

"Yeah." Cui Ze nodded, showing reluctance in his tone, if possible, he didn't want to leave her side at all, a week, rounded up, that's how much.

She thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head, "Say, do you want me to accompany you?"

Cui Ze was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Don't you have to work?"

"The Nongshim Cup competition newspaper office will also arrange people to report on the spot this time, so I can apply for a spot." At present, she has finished the work in hand, and if she talks to the editor again, there should be a good chance of being approved.

"Ok!"

It's a pity that the plans of the two were still in vain.

On March 1991, 3, local parliamentary elections were held for the first time in 26 years, and the whole country had a day off.

Liu Mingxi was arranged to conduct an interview on the spot in Gwangju.

On the day of going to China, Agent Wu waited outside the door, while Cui Ze packed his luggage in the room.

"Take care of yourself." Papa Cui said from the side.

Cui Ze pulled up the suitcase, nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

Before leaving, Cui's father suddenly remembered something, and quickly called to Cui Ze who had already walked to the door, "Ah Ze, wait a minute."

After a while, Papa Cui came out with a paper bag, "Mingxi asked me to give this to you before he left, and asked you to take it with you to eat on the way."

Cui Ze was stunned, and took the paper bag with one hand, "...Oh."

"Then let's go to the airport first."

"Oh, safe travels."

While waiting at the airport, Cui Ze opened the paper bag in his hand, and seeing the contents, he couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth, and reached out to take out a piece.

Mmm, milk flavored.

In a sense, Cui Ze is a picky eater. It was okay when he was in Korea, but once he went abroad, he would be picky eaters. The end of picky eaters is not to eat or drink. Last time he went to China alone this time, no one was watching to take care of him, and he probably didn’t have a meal. Later, Liu Mingxi thought about it, and simply borrowed an oven from a friend, and personally made some cookies for him to take on the road eat.

After eating two pieces, Cui Ze found that there was still a letter in the bag.

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I can't go with you this time, sorry.

Remember to take good care of yourself. If you really can’t eat enough, ask agent Wu to prepare warm milk for you. I have made a lot of cookies. If you like the milk flavor, you can take it out when you are hungry, but remember to put it away after eating. In a humid place, the bag must be sealed.

love you 【love】

-

Cui Ze looked at the last two words on the letter paper and smiled slightly, "...I love you too."

On the other side, Liu Mingxi has already arrived in Gwangju.

In the solemn auditorium, the candidates for parliamentarians are all sitting in the front row, and one of the candidates is speaking on the stage.

"—Bang!" Suddenly there was a restless sound outside the auditorium.

"what's going on?"

"What's going on outside?"

The noise didn't last long, and the person in charge came in and declared that it was all right, allowing the election in the auditorium to continue.

After today's election, Liu Mingxi asked about the situation in private.It turned out that when the auditorium was selected today, a small civil movement took place outside the gate. It was roughly estimated that there were about 40 people. However, this group of people was quickly suppressed by the army guarding outside the auditorium and did not affect the election activities.

This election has been going on for two days, and demonstrations can be heard outside the auditorium from time to time.

"Gwangju Movement", "518 Incident"...

Problems left over from history have not been resolved.

After Liu Mingxi returned to Seoul, he rushed two manuscripts overnight, one was the main points of this election, and the other was about the Gwangju movement.

"...Gwangju."

She picked up the manuscript, shook her head, everything could only be turned into a sigh.

Since the 80s, journalists from the news media have been dismissed every year for pleading for freedom of the press, and even went directly to prison. Freedom of the press, these four words are a naked/naked/naked joke in this society, and cannot be said , Dare not speak, this is the current situation.

Putting away the manuscript, Liu Mingxi put both copies into the file bag.

Although she knew that the article would definitely be brushed down, she still wanted to give it a try.

A few days later, Liu Mingxi was called into the office by the editor.

The manuscript she had handed in before was on the editor's desk, about Gwangju.

The editor pointed to the manuscript on the table with one hand, but from his expression, he didn't see his attitude at this time, "Tell me, what is the reason for writing this article."

The author has something to say: it depends on the situation at night.