Han Yuzhi is born with talent, brilliant

"..."

No matter how loud the Korean audio in the earphones is, the sense of collision right in front of my eyes, the feeling of emptiness after the hat falls off the head, and the feeling of face sinking into other people's clothes still clearly tell Wu Yingxue——

Hit someone...o(╯□╰)o

"Oh Mo, you have bumped into someone." A boy's cheerful voice with a slightly rising pitch sounded in his ear, Wu Yingxue stiffly stepped back half a step, turned his head slightly to face the boy with a bright smile on his face.

(I can't help but digress: I have cultivated KRIS to a great level!!!!)

Well, put your hands in your pockets, good posture.A Korean student with a warm and bright smile.

It's a familiar person.Should be a trainee.Maybe it was someone I met in class before.

It's just...it's not Dafan he said who bumped into someone, but she bumped into someone else. QQ

She silently lowered her eyes, and suddenly she didn't dare to look up at the person she bumped into.

"I'm sorry..." After a short silence, Wu Yingxue still apologized in a low voice to the "victim" who was bumped by her but dared not look at her.

Hey Yigu, it's really... Shameful! QQ

"...It's okay." The voice of the other party was lower than that of the boy who spoke before, and he didn't sound angry.

According to where she hit and the sound she heard, the other party was at least 1.8 meters tall.

Wu Yingxue was silent for a while.

Park Chanyeol blinked, looking at Wu Yingxue, who was silent and lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, and Wu Yifan, who was silent and lowered his head, looking at Wu Yingxue.

Deciding to break this embarrassing silence, the big boy suddenly remembered that he hadn't greeted this "short" girl yet.

If I remember correctly, that hat...

"(⊙v⊙) is Ying Xuexi??"

The young man's gentle and mellow voice made Wu Yingxue look up.Subconsciously, she gave a "hmm", and suddenly felt aggrieved when she looked at the gentle gaze of the smiling boy with her upper body turned to the back.

Park Chanyeol: Σ(°△°|||)︴发, what happened?

Wu Yifan: Σ(°△°|||)︴crying, crying?I didn't do anything...?

"Wu Yifan XI and Chanyeol XI, I'm sorry."

Quickly calming down her emotions, Wu Yingxue felt very sorry for her gaffe just now.

And, more humiliation. (┙>∧<)┙

"Ying Xuexi, are you alright?" Chanyeol, who gentlemanly handed out a tissue, looked at the red-eyed girl with a little doubt, recalling the description he had heard about this Chinese girl before.

——"Ying Xuexi, she is the kind who looks cold, but is actually a nice person."

——"Ying Xuexi is Chinese, but her English is also very good."

—— "Have you ever heard Ying Xuexi sing? The voice is so loud... Of course, the appearance is also very enviable! o(*////▽////*)q"

Wu Yifan folded his arms and leaned against one wall, watching Wu Yingxue leaning against the other wall with his head slightly lowered.

"It's okay." Wu Yingxue finally rubbed her eyes and shook her head.

For 15 years, life has been smooth sailing.Maybe it's not such a bad thing to suffer a little here.

She raised her face slightly, the corners of her lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were still a little red, but her eyes had returned to their usual coldness.

"I'm really sorry." She looked at the boy she bumped into just now, and habitually tilted her head slightly, which seemed to be a cuteness that didn't match her usual temperament.

Wu Yifan nodded imperceptibly, and calmly looked away from the girl's face.

Seeing the expression on the other party's face that was so calm and almost indifferent, Wu Yingxue was a little nervous, lowered her eyes and bowed deeply: "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay..." She lowered her head, and heard the low but gentle voice that she heard before, and a white and slender hand appeared in her sight.

Between her slender and knuckle fingers... pinching the hat she just dropped.

Wu Yingxue raised her head subconsciously, meeting Wu Yifan's eyes.

Wu Yifan looked away unnaturally: "...your hat."

"...Thank you." Wu Yingxue pursed her lips again, and looked away from Wu Yifan's face, and landed on her hat.

On the white hat, the letters "You'reNuts" are facing themselves, as if laughing at themselves.

I want to cry, but there are no more tears.

Wu Yingxue curled her lips into a wry smile, but still bowed politely again, reaching out to take the hat.

Wu Yifan seemed to realize something, his body that was leaning forward slightly moved back, his fingers also moved, and he turned his hat around.

In doing so, that line of letters disappears.

Just as Wu Yingxue's fingertips touched the hat, the line of letters disappeared from her sight in an instant.

She trembled, and accidentally touched Wu Yifan's cold fingertips.

Wu Yingxue was stunned, but she still pinched the hat and retracted her hand without changing her face.

Wu Yifan withdrew his hand calmly.

Wu Yingxue: Wu Yifan's hands are so cold...

Wu Yifan: Ying Xue's hands are so cold...

Park Chanyeol: (￣▽￣") You two...

"Ying Xuexi wants to go back to the dormitory?" As the atmosphere between Wu Yingxue and Wu Yifan became silent and awkward again, Park Chanyeol decided to take on the important task of "atmosphere adjustment" again.

Wu Yingxue parted her lips and smiled: "Inside." Pack up and leave.

Park Chanyeol: "Leave a cell phone number and let's go play together next time." (￣▽￣")

Looking at the other party's standard smile with white teeth, Wu Yingxue: "..."

"...Okay." Actually, it's not necessary.

Wu Yifan watched quietly as Park Chanyeol pulled Wu Yingxue to exchange phone numbers, and silently took out his own phone.

Park Chanyeol: (￣▽￣") This is usually a boring show.

Wu Yingxue kept her last smile, and pressed her own phone number on Wu Yifan's cell phone.

Wu Yifan took the phone and pressed "Add Contact", but hesitated for a moment: "Ying Xuexi, are you Chinese?"

"Ah." Hearing the question in Chinese, Wu Yingxue raised her lowered head again. "yes."

Park Chanyeol said that he could no longer understand what the two Chinese in front of him were talking about.

Wu Yifan: "What's the Chinese name?"

Wu Yingxue: "Wu Yingxue."

Wu Yifan: "...that Wu with one mouth on the top?" Originally, he wanted to say "Wu is the same as me".

Wu Yingxue: "Well, 'Nangying Yingxue' is 'Yingxue'."

Wu Yifan: "...um."

Wu Yingxue: "... Wu Yifan, which province are you from?"

Wu Yifan: "...Huh?"

Wu Yingxue: "...Uh, I'm sorry." What happened to the fellow villagers' tearful feelings just now?

Wu Yifan: "I am from Guangzhou, Guangdong."

Wu Yingxue: "!!!"

Park Chanyeol and Wu Yifan were both startled by the instantly lit up expression of the girl in front of them.

However, in an instant, the girl's expression returned to her usual indifference.

Finally, when the three parted, Wu Yingxue bowed seriously to Chanyeol and Wu Yifan.

"Then let's go back and continue practicing first." Park Chanyeol said, "Ying Xuexi, you should have a good rest."

"I understand." Wu Yingxue nodded.

Holding the mobile phone that had just written down the numbers of the two of them, Wu Yingxue said seriously, "Kang Sang Mi Da".

Although he was a little puzzled by the girl's serious attitude, Park Chanyeol still gave her a big smile.

Although Wu Yifan also had a faint expression, he also showed a smile.

Wu Yingxue didn't smile this time, she waved her hand, helped the hat that had been put on backwards just now, and touched the place where "You're Nuts" was printed.

Thenlet'sseewhothenutsare.

After bidding farewell to "the trainee of Shamao Company who has no chance of meeting again", Wu Yingxue finally walked out of the building of Shahao Company.

The winter in December is really cold.

A gust of wind blew past, and the face felt dry and painful.

Wu Yingxue looked at the phone, thinking whether to send a text message to inform others of her tragic situation.

That person, will he laugh arrogantly, or will he comfort himself artificially?Wu Yingxue frowned, but still put away her phone.

forget it.

This day is December [-]th.

Thinking about it bitterly, in fact, after coming to Korea, she has not visited Korea much except for the distance from the trainee dormitory of Shamao Company to Shahao Company.

This can be regarded as... a blessing in disguise... right?

If Wu Yingxue kept a diary, the next few days would look like this:

On December [-], check into the hotel.

December [-], shopping.

December [-], shopping.

December [-], shopping.

Walking out of a specialty store with big bags and small bags, Wu Yingxue gasped slightly.

I looked at the three bags on my left hand and the four bags on my right hand, and thought that there were a lot of bags piled up in the hotel room. Although I didn’t feel any regrets, I had a feeling of “I’m really good at shopping too”.

Looking up at the darkened sky, she lowered her eyes to the road ahead.

To be honest, she didn't really want to go back to the hotel like this.

——Wake up in a daze every day, get dressed, go shopping, go back to the hotel, and fall asleep.

Such a life is meaningless waste.

She's still young, but she doesn't have a lot of time.

Thinking of the kind driver uncle who said there was a small park nearby when she came by taxi, she decided to take a ride there.

The small park mentioned by the driver uncle is actually not big enough to be considered a park. It is just a small fountain and a few benches.The greening is good, but there are roads all around.There are a few cars parked on the road, which are not very conspicuous.

When Wu Yingxue got there, it was already dark. She bought a bottle of iced cola and a small piece of cake at a nearby convenience store, and decided to make it her own dinner.

When she leaned against the back of the chair and sat on the cold bench, she felt that her dry eye sockets were about to get wet again.

She thought she could see it, but she didn't realize that she was actually a lonely person.

Silently taking out her mobile phone, she sighed softly as she watched her ex-friends on Facebook living a chic and reckless life, a selfie taken by a fart, and the bright and warm sunshine in California.

This sat for several hours, and when Wu Yingxue remembered that she was hungry, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Looking at the time displayed on the phone, Wu Yingxue rubbed her stomach.

11:50, time is such a thing that passes without realizing it.

Her gaze fell on the cheap cake that had been placed in front of her for a long time, she twitched the corners of her lips and smiled wryly.

Recalling the song she heard a while ago, Wu Yingxue mourned her situation "sadly".

This is really a madworld...

She raised her hand to wipe away the non-existent tears, and said softly:

All around me are familiar faces

(Surrounded by the same faces)

WornoutplacesWornoutfaces

(The look of exhaustion in the dilapidated surroundings)

Bright and early for the daily races

(Early at dawn they start their day after day chasing)

Going nowhere, going nowhere

(Nowhere to go, nowhere to stay)

homeless.out on a limb.

Theirtears refilling up their glasses

(their tears are filling the frame)

No expression, no expression

(with a blank expressionless face)

HidemyheadIwannadrownmysorrow

(I buried my head trying to drown in my sorrow)

Notomorrow, nottomorrow

(Don't have no future tomorrow)

That's right... there is no tomorrow.Wu Yingxue resisted the urge to sigh, suppressed her trembling voice, and continued singing.

And IfinditkindoffunnyIfinditkindofsad

(sad with a sense of absurdity)

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

(Those my dying dreams became the only good things)

Her voice was very soft, but full of an unspeakable charm.

Her singing echoed in the empty small park, bringing with it a bleak atmosphere.

Ifindithard to tell you cause Ifindithard to take

(I find it hard to confide in you cause it's so hard to say)

When people run in circles

(When people's life goes on and on like this)

It's save very very

(This also becomes a very very)

Madworld, madworld

(Constant world, crazy world)

Madworld, madworld

(boring world disordered world)

End of a song.

Looking at the small cake in front of her, Wu Yingxue pretended to have a candle stuck in it, and blew on the cake.

She was silent for a while, then said:

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to you..."

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me."

She raised her hands, clasped them together, closed her eyes gently, and made a wish.

A gust of wind blew around, and the leaves whirled and rustled, like the sound of someone's footsteps, casting dim shadows on the ground under the dim light of the street lamps.

Wu Yingxue looked at the cake, but didn't even eat it, just stared at it blankly.

"You know that may be it's time for iracles...."

(You know, maybe it's time for a miracle...)

Thinking of the disaster movie "2012" I watched a while ago, I suddenly felt emotional and sang "Time for Miracles" by Adam Lambert, a singer she has always liked very much.

At such a tragic moment, there should be a miracle.

Wu Yingxue sighed softly——

╮(╯▽╰)╭You are not Cinderella.

—— "Oh Mo, is there anyone?"

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