[Korean Entertainment] Pandas don't like ideal types

As soon as Cui Minxia opened the door, she saw Cui's mother head-on.Mother Cui took her bag and sniffed it twice: "Ah, have you eaten barbecue? You smell all over your body. Go take a shower, or you won't be able to sit on the sofa. I'll get you clothes." Cui Minxia was speechless and silent. Rolled into the bathroom: Cleanliness Mommy really can't afford to be hurt.

Although what Cui’s mother said made Cui Minxia feel like she was giving it away as a phone bill, but when Cui Minxia came out of the shower, she saw an orange light in the restaurant, and the light shrouded a bowl covered with a plate. An oval shadow was cast on the tablecloth printed with elegant patterns.Cui Minxia raised her head and glanced in the direction of their bedroom, walked over slowly, and uncovered the plate.The white milk shows a soft color under the light.Cui Minxia gently opened a chair, held up the bowl with both hands, it was warm in the hand, and warm in the mouth, all the way to the limbs and bones.The obviously messy thoughts were calmed down a little by this bowl of milk.She packed up the dishes, went into the room, collapsed and fell asleep.I will definitely have a good dream tonight.

It seems to be walking on the familiar tree-lined road again, with straight trees on both sides of the road.The breeze blew, and a golden leaf flashed across her eyes.Cui Minxia raised her head, looked at the seemingly endless yellow leaves stretching into the distance, and the clear blue sky, and took a deep breath.She closed her eyes and opened her arms, feeling the breath of autumn.I unconsciously moved small steps under my feet and began to turn slowly.However, after a while, her foot stepped on something.

This kind of touch doesn't seem right.Cui Minxia opened his eyes, and his gaze happened to meet a pair of beautiful eyes.The thin bangs on the forehead looked very soft under the warm sunlight.The distance between the two was so close that she seemed to be able to feel his breath on her cheek.She was still in a daze, when suddenly he in front of her spoke, "Miss." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed down.

Cui Minxia looked down and saw her black leather shoes stepping on his white sneakers.All of a sudden, all the dazes flew away, and Cui Minxia quickly moved his feet away.But looking at the very obvious black marks on his white shoes, he bowed and apologized in embarrassment: "Sorry, I didn't see it. Otherwise, I will clean it for you."

"It doesn't matter. Shoes will always be old. From the moment they are put on their feet, they are counting down their lives." The boy showed a slight smile, "Speaking of it, I was also wrong. Thinking about things, not looking at the road."

At this time, the sun suddenly broke through the clouds, and the light shone from Cui Minxia's back, shining on the boy in front of him.The boy grinned slightly, his small canine teeth looming.The breeze blew slowly, and the fallen leaves swirled and floated down from the top of the two of them, circling around the two of them.In the quiet autumn, the boy in front of him smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hi, my name is Zheng Ronghe."

Cui Minxia sat up immediately.The surroundings were still dark, and everything was silent, except for the sound of her breathing.There was a cold sweat on the back.It turned out to be a dream.She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the desk, and turned on the lamp.Light suddenly filled the room.Cui Minxia grabbed a handful of hair, slumped down on the chair, and propped her head on one hand: "I knew it was a dream, didn't I? Do I have any expectations? She lay powerlessly by the table and opened the sketchbook." Ben, feel free to paint and paint.

From the day the two broke up, she decided to say goodbye to the past him, didn't she?Even if you are reluctant, even if you know that you still have each other in your heart.However, it has been such a long time, and the love that was once deep seems to have faded to the point where there is only a shallow mark left.She also thought that one day when the two of them met peacefully, they would smile and ask, "Long time no see."However, when she accidentally met Li Zhengxin, she realized that she would subconsciously avoid him.It's not so much nostalgia, it's more like an instinct, wanting to escape the hurt and escape the past.The dream just now was not just a dream, it was almost a replica of the first time the two met.However, that is all in the past.Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing, sat up straight, and patted her face: Cui Minxia, ​​cheer up, since I can't sleep, let's conquer the little bitch of work.

As a result of staying up late to work, Cui Minxia's jet lag seems to be reversed, and it has become American time. During the day, he is drowsy, and falls asleep in various places and in various positions when he catches the time.And at night, she seemed to turn on the switch suddenly, as if she was enlightened, she was extremely energetic, whether it was drawing design drawings or other things, the inspiration could not stop like a diabetes insipidus.This directly led to the fact that when she woke up from her dream, she was surprised to find that she was sitting in the car, and the surrounding scenery was a highway.Cui Minxia's eyes widened completely, and she was almost speechless in surprise: "I, me, where am I going?"

A head poked out from the front seat and glanced at her. It was Writer Han.Writer Han made a booing gesture, pointed to the front passenger seat, and lowered his voice: "Sheng Nixi and Song PD are both sleeping. Didn't I tell you yesterday that we are leaving for Guangzhou today?" For three days and four nights of filming, let you pack your luggage. Didn’t you put your luggage in the trunk before you got in the car today?”

"I, mine isn't luggage, it's the ginseng chicken soup my mother prepared for me." Cui Minxia's mouth twitched.She reached out to touch her body, took her bag and rummaged around, and then found a more tragic fact: when she went out this morning, she was in a hurry, so she took the bag at the door So much so that she only has [-] won on her body now.They ate along with them, but they didn't bring any clothes, not even a charger.She always felt that this trip to Gwangju would probably be full of unforgettable memories.

Sometimes people's intuition is right.For example, Cui Minxia felt that her chicken soup must be broken after being bored all the way.As a result, when she got out of the car and rushed to the trunk, she realized that she wanted to be simple.I saw that the thermos bucket had been dumped, and the soup exuding an indescribable taste had slowly seeped into the black bag next to it. Behind him was PD Song screaming: "Ah, my camera!"

Fortunately, there was no danger, Song pd's camera was saved, but the flyer that was placed at the bottom of the camera to invite extras to help record was destroyed, and the brand-name bag also had a magical smell of ginseng chicken soup lying on it. in the trash.Before throwing away the bag, the culprit, Cui Minxia, ​​took a photo with his mobile phone, planning to pay Song PD the same amount immediately after returning to Seoul.Just after taking the photo, the phone ran out of power and automatically shut down.She quickly turned around and ran over there: It would be bad if pd Song misunderstood that she took a fancy to this bag and ran away with it.Well, in fact, this is just an excuse, she is more worried about being left behind, what if she can't find a hotel.

There are already staff members who have come over to make preparations. The shooting will start tomorrow, so Cui Minxia and the others can rest well tonight.Cui Minxia shares a room with Writer Han.Although there was no shooting plan, after Writer Han sent his luggage to the room, he was called to a meeting by pd Song. After going there, he didn't come back for several hours.

Cui Minxia was so hungry that her chest was stuck to her back, and finally she took out the last two small buns from her bag, which were not enough to fit between her teeth.She hesitated for a moment, but went out to do some shopping.

She was just getting dressed and ready to go out when the doorbell rang.Opening the door, Cui Minxia was surprised to see Shengnian standing at the door, with a surprised expression on his face: "omo, Shengnianxi, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. I'm a little hungry and want to go out to eat. After all, I'm from Gwangju, and I miss the taste of my hometown. I guess I won't have such an opportunity when we shoot later. Do you want to go?" Sheng Niyi With a yearning face, he sighed unintentionally, "It's a pity that my manager's brother is suffering from motion sickness. I haven't been back to Gwangju for three years. I really miss him." Looking at this homesick child, Cui Minxia finally nodded.It's embarrassing on the one hand, but more importantly, she doesn't want Writer Han to come back and find a starved mummy in the room.That's not good.

There are still some differences between the nights in Gwangju and Seoul. At least, the biggest difference is that the ears are full of dialects that are not well understood.Fortunately, it was late autumn and early winter, and the two of them were tightly surrounded.Sheng Ni has a plain cropped hair, a woolen cap, and a scarf covering half of his face. It's a rhythm that his mother can't even recognize.Cui Minxia looked at his appearance, and was about to say something, when suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed towards his face, before he could say a word, he was choked by the cold wind and coughed first.Sheng Nian hurriedly unscrewed the water on his hand, covered it and handed it over: "Hurry up and drink some water so that you can breathe smoothly."

It's really cold in the winter.Cui Minxia only took a sip, and shivered instantly, but fortunately, he calmed down a little.The two of them continued walking towards their destination.

Sheng Ni took Cui Minxia to the most famous chicken steak restaurant in Gwangju.He was obviously a regular customer of this store, and as soon as he entered, he had a conversation with the proprietress, in dialect of course.Cui Minxia's eyes were completely darkened, and she played the Mona Lisa with a smile inside.

Sheng Ni only said a few words, changed the words into Seoul dialect, and smiled at the boss and his wife: "This is my friend from Seoul, the best designer in our show, our stage, and Everything about the background of the poster is due to her. The boss and the proprietress must remember to read it."

"It will definitely be a good look. Since it is Shengxuan, your friend who came from afar, I will treat you to this meal. Beautiful lady, every time I return to Guangzhou with Shengxuan, I will come to my aunt's shop and cook for you. What about food?" The proprietress was very gentle.

It's good for someone to treat you, but why does she feel that what the proprietress said is a bit wrong?