[Korean Entertainment] Mr. Zheng, long time no see

Is it true that as long as I work hard to build the castle, she will come back?

The fragrance overflowing in her mouth, along with those lingering memories, is becoming more and more distant and quiet, as if everything has changed, but she obviously hasn’t changed Uh, she still loves to write and is still fascinated Confused, still in love with that man...

The silence continued to spread, and Sister Chi, who was busy in the kitchen, was also frozen by the freezing cold outside, standing there at a loss as to what to do.

"Thank you." After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly said thank you, Zheng Ronghua was taken aback for a moment, and then understood the meaning of her words.

"It's nothing, it's just a matter of little effort." He said a word lightly, responding to his care for the elderly in recent years.

How could it be easy? Cheongdam-dong in Gangnam-gu to Myeong-dong in Jung-gu straddles the center of Seoul, and it takes at least 40 minutes to go back and forth by car. What's more, when she left, it was the time when their group came back, album promotion, Concerts, announcements, and so on, he was so busy that he still had time to care about an old man who had nothing to do with her but just talked to her.

In the month after Ren Zijin left without saying goodbye, he was angry, hated, and hurt. When he was alone, unconsciously, he couldn't stop walking past the place they walked together. The road, I feel those sweet times over and over again, those pictures are vivid in my mind, occasionally some couples cuddling each other pass by, or sweet, or quarreling, but at least they are still close to each other, and other people's playfulness often brings out the His desolation at the moment.

The day before, their group had just completed their concert in Korea, and there would be a week of rest in the next day. He didn't eat all day the next day, and he tossed and turned on the bed in the apartment with her lingering fragrance. That kind of masochistic reminiscence The sweet time of the day, now that I think about it, only he can do it.

He untied his scar again and again, and watched him pus and bleed again. The bloody flesh stimulated the nerves. It seemed that only in this way could he feel that time was passing, the days were still the same, and that person was gone.

After changing his clothes and disguising himself, he took the key and walked out of the apartment, driving aimlessly on the busy road, his heart seemed to have been dug out with a big gap, empty, and even his stomach convulsed.

"You have to eat well, rest well, and wait for me to come back obediently..." That's what she said in the last call, she wants him to eat well, yes, go eat well now.

After getting out of the car, he realized that he had come to Myeongdong unknowingly. Walking on the bustling streets, there were crowds of people. It is indeed the number one tourist gathering place in Seoul, South Korea. The response was really different.

He seldom went out for shopping, and regardless of his status as an artist, he really didn't seem to be suitable for coming to places with many people. Looking at the people coming and going, there was no doubt that they were not smiling, happy, or satisfied.

"Ronghua?" In the crowd, Zheng Ronghua vaguely heard someone calling his name behind him, also in a probing tone, he paused, but calmly waited for the reaction of the person behind him , with so many people around, he was afraid that if he was a fan, once he was recognized, the consequences...

"Ah, it's really you." Someone slapped her behind, and a familiar voice sounded from her side, Zheng Ronghua turned around with dark black pupils under the sunglasses, Grandma Yang.

"Hello." He bowed politely, the hand that was about to take off his sunglasses was tightly grasped by Grandma Yang.

"Shhh, there are so many people here, if people recognize you, we won't be in the headlines tomorrow!" Grandma Yang whispered in his ear, watching the pedestrians coming and going vigilantly from time to time, "Go, Go to my shop and I'll give you delicious food." Regardless of whether Zheng Ronghua agrees or not, he took his hand and left.

Zheng Ronghua behind him helplessly followed the staggering old man in front, walked into a shop with antique decoration, and the aroma immediately hit his nostrils.

The shop was full of people, different from the hustle and bustle of people on the street, the shop was very quiet, everyone was immersed in eating, their mouths were full of delicious food, and there was no time to chat.

Grandma Yang brought him into the private room named "Love at First Sight" as usual, arranged for him to sit down, and Grandma Yang hurriedly prepared delicious food for him.

Everything is still the same, familiar tables and chairs, familiar screens, familiar tableware, but the familiar person is missing.

After Zheng Ronghua went around the private room, he sat down a little bit dispirited, and Grandma Yang came in with a plate of things. Grandma was already a little out of breath, so she sat down with Zheng Ronghua's support.

"Why did you come here by yourself, where is that girl Zijin?" Grandma Yang asked with a smile on her face as she served him vegetables.Zijin hasn't seen this girl for more than 2 months. Although she doesn't pay attention to entertainment news, she has learned from the customers in the store that she seems to have fallen into a "grievance and hatred".

"She..." Zheng Ronghua took the delicate duck slices that Grandma Yang had brought over, and rolled them back and forth in the sauce, thinking about how to stop the words.

"What's the matter?" Grandma Yang, who is more than 70 people, has never seen anything. Zheng Ronghua's fingers were obvious, and she knew that the young couple had quarreled. After all, it's squeamish, you just need to coax her more."

"She has returned to China." Zheng Ronghua put the duck slices covered in sauce into his mouth and chewed gently, and said with a calm expression.

"Go back to China?" Grandma Yang just thought it was a young couple quarreling, why did she go back to China.

"Grandma, I seem to have been abandoned by her." Zheng Ronghua was full of coquettishness, with an aggrieved tone coupled with a sad expression, and the incongruity revealed a distressing atmosphere.

"How could it be? Did you bully him?" Grandma Yang knocked on his head pretending to be angry, and interrogated him in a playful tone.

How long has it been since Zheng Ronghua talked about his inner thoughts with others? For more than a month, he has been busy with concerts, this kind of announcements, publicity, and his heart has long forgotten the pain with his busy body. At this moment, under such a soft light, In the friendly atmosphere, he suddenly opened his mouth and wanted to find someone to confide in.

After listening to his rambling narration, Grandma Yang felt like a bright mirror in her heart, "She loves you so much." If she loved you deeply from time to time, how could she run away with the shame of her heart?

"The way she loves is to escape?" Zheng Ronghua murmured in a resentful tone.

"Children, sometimes, love doesn't have to be together. It's the cruelest and most affectionate way to part with one another." Grandma Yang said earnestly.

"I heard a poem a long time ago. It is a modern Chinese poem. It basically says:

'Poignant love is like a sad melody, it always comes inadvertently and goes away inadvertently. When the tears stay, you know that this love has been lost inadvertently.

Beautiful love is just an illusory dream. After loving for so long, I only found out when I looked back that it was just an empty talk of infatuated love. moment. '

We Chinese all believe in fortune-telling. We believe in the predestined person. Even if the world is turned upside down and the sea is dried up, if there is a destiny, we will definitely meet again in this life, and when we meet again, we will never let go. "Grandma Yang finished speaking, stroked Zheng Ronghua's shoulder, and her tone became a little more serious: "Since she is timid, why don't you take the initiative and give her the sense of security she wants? "

"I also want to give her a sense of security, but the castle built for her has not yet been built, she has already passed away with the wind, leaving him alone to guard the wall, what's the point!" Zheng Ronghua stared at the bowl in frustration The sauce in it has a sad tone and a sad look.

"The earth is round, and one day she will circle back."

Grandma Yang's words successfully broke through all the haze in him these days. After that day, he was no longer sluggish, no longer depressed, and seemed to have returned to the man who was called the Iron Man many years ago.

Is it true that as long as I work hard to build the castle, she will come back?

Yes, definitely will.

Sure enough, after four years, the castle has been built. It has a beautiful courtyard, an impenetrable wall, and his full love. Finally, she also returned as she wished, and the castle built for her is also useful. The land of martial arts.

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"I will make an announcement in the morning, I have a meeting in the afternoon, and I will come back for dinner in the evening." He reported the itinerary to her as rigorously as he reported work.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, Ren Zijin nodded a little at a loss: "Okay." Actually, he didn't need to report the itinerary to him. Anyway, she has no job for the time being and stays in the apartment all day.

Ren Zijin's indifferent attitude really brought him a gloomy expression. She doesn't care about her itinerary so much. He is just telling her that she is free at night and he can come back to have dinner with her. No!

Of course, after four years, her little brain, which was originally not bright, was still rotten, and besides, she was still in front of Zheng Ronghua, who was full of debts, and she didn't know where all her rationality had gone.

It was like this four years ago, and it's still the same four years later. In front of him, Ren Zijin will always be as obedient as a kitten.

"Huh..." Zheng Ronghua stared at her viciously for a while, and then uttered an extremely arrogant word. Ren Zijin raised his head without knowing it. He had already passed by her, and the wind was blowing on his legs General picks up the cover on the sofa, strides with long legs neatly, and walks towards the entrance door humming and changing shoes.

Ren Zijin who was standing in front of the dining table blinked his eyes in confusion, he was angry, why?

"Oh!" Thinking of his expectant eyes just now, she rushed out of the restaurant immediately: "Ronghua!"

Zheng Ronghua was stunned when he turned the doorknob, "Be careful on the road~" Her slightly tentative voice came from behind.

"Chi-ta." Following his vigorous movement, the door opened, and Zheng Ronghua stepped forward with his right leg sullenly, before raising his left foot, "And... I'll wait for you at home." She The continuous opening of the mouth, the sweet voice is more refreshing than any other music.

His raised left foot stopped in the air unfettered, and after a long time, he hummed from the corner of his mouth: "En."

A simple word, but it contains a lot of good mood, Ren Zijin also followed him and suddenly became happy, watching the door gradually closed, his standing back gradually disappeared through the crack of the door, and the gentle movement from his back Line, Ren Zijin knows, she is right!

He said the sentence he wanted to hear the most: "I'll wait for you!"

The simple three words are the most difficult promise to keep.How many people can love another person unconditionally, but very few people can wait for a person aimlessly, or the kind that is far away.