Early morning.

It was only five o'clock, and the sky was bright.

Kang Jun-hyuk opened his eyes, felt something pressing on his chest, looked down, and moved a white and tender arm to the side.

But this action seemed to alarm the other party, and a somewhat confused female voice immediately sounded: "What time is it?"

Jiang Junhyuk forgot his mobile phone at home, and he didn't know what time it was, but he estimated it roughly, and said casually: "It's about six o'clock." ”

As he spoke, he got up from the bed, found his clothes, and changed them one by one.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face, and when I came out, I saw that the other party was still lying on the bed, so I said, "I'm leaving, I'll contact you again when I have time." ”

The other party didn't seem to hear it, and fell asleep again in a daze, Jiang Junhyuk didn't care when he saw it, tidied up his clothes, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

He just said casually, and he didn't even leave a phone call, and the so-called contact was naturally just polite.

But that's normal.

It's just a dewy love affair in the bar, and when he broke up at dawn, he didn't even have an impression of what the other party was called, how could he have the leisure to really develop with the other party for a long time.

Yes.

Kang Jun-hyuk didn't come home last night.

At first, he planned to help Zhao Xinrong take his sister and leave immediately, but then several people sat together and drank too much, and as soon as Zhao Xinrong was instigated, he went with the flow.

I went out the door, came next door, and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and after a few seconds, Zhao Xinrong rubbed his eyes, opened the door bare-chested.

Seeing Jiang Junhyuk, Zhao Xinrong yawned and said casually: "Get up, so early." ”

Jiang Junhe smiled: "Brother Xinrong, I'm going back, ...... are you?"

Zhao Xinrong yawned again and said, "Oh, you go first, I have to sleep for a while." Get back in touch. As he spoke, he was not polite, waved his hand casually, and closed the door.

Kang Jun Hyuk smiled dumbly and said no more.

took a taxi and returned to the community, only to walk outside the community gate, and suddenly saw Park Suyan walking over in sportswear.

Jiang Junhyuk smiled and greeted him, "Nuna, go for a morning run?"

Park So-yeon nodded, glanced Kang Jun-hyuk up and down, and suddenly joked, "Just came back from outside?"

Jiang Junhyuk smiled, didn't feel embarrassed, and changed the topic: "If you're busy, I'll go back first." ”

Just as she was about to leave, Park Suyan moved a step in front of her: "I have something to tell you." ”

Kang Jun-hyuk looked puzzled, and Park So-yeon said, "Park so-young came to look for you last night." - I was a little hungry last night, and I went downstairs to borrow you a few packs of ramen, and I happened to meet her. Later, when she saw that you weren't there, she left. ”

Jiang Junhyuk was stunned when he heard this, nodded, and didn't say anything.

Park So-yeon opened her mouth, but she stopped talking, and finally smiled: "Okay, I'm going for a morning run, you can go back." ”

Back in the apartment, picking up the mobile phone from the coffee table in front of the sofa, Kang Junhyuk opened it and saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls, all of which belonged to Park so-young.

The first call was at 11:05 p.m., shortly after he and Zhao Xinrong left, and the last call was at 0:36 a.m., when he and Zhao Xinrong were still drinking with two girls in a bar.

After hesitating, Kang Jun Hyuk sent a text message to Park so Young-

[Are you awake?]

The text message was sent less than two minutes later, and a phone call came.

Park so-young's deliberately suppressed voice came from the mobile phone: "You are finally willing to call me back?!Where did you go last night?!"

Jiang Junhyuk hesitated slightly, and said with a smile: "I drank with Brother Shin Rong last night, and I forgot to bring my mobile phone and left it at home." ”

Park so-young said: "You're only coming back now?"

Jiang Junhyuk smiled: "Now ......" As soon as the words were spoken, he suddenly heard an anxious female voice faintly from the opposite side, "Xiurong, hurry up, I can't hold it back." ”

Kang Jun-hyuk couldn't help but laugh.

After a few more seconds, Park Xiurong's voice came: "If there is something now, I will give you a text message at the party." ”

Hanging up the phone, Kang Jun Hyuk sat on the sofa, thinking of Park So-yeon saying that Park so-young came to him last night, and thinking of just sending a text message to Park so-young, Park so-young called immediately, and somehow, Kang Jun-hyuk suddenly felt that he was too hypocritical.

Compared with Park so-young's boldness and fearlessness, he is like a girl, twisting and pinching, not refreshing at all.

In fact, what is there to twist, Park Xiurong likes him, and he doesn't hate Park Xiurong, so why bother with the future results? The existence of a notebook has certainly brought him convenience, but in the future, he will always have to go against his fate, and he will always encounter bad luck and his life will hang by a thread. Even if there is no notebook, people's future is unknown, no one knows what will happen in the next second, maybe an oversight, or an accident, life will come to an end.

In this case, if you don't live in the present, why bother with the future?

Just thinking about this, Park so-young's text message came-

[I'll go over to look for you tonight, if you dare to release my pigeon again, Kang Junhyuk, don't think I'll pay attention to you in the future!]

Looking at the text message, after a moment of silence, Kang Junhyuk suddenly smiled.

Inexplicably, he suddenly remembered Grandpa Mao's poem, remembered the spirit in the words, remembered a movie, and remembered the most alarming sentence-

How many things are never urgent, the world is turning, and time is pressing. 10,000 years is too long.

Yes, 10,000 years is too long.

What's more, not to mention 10,000 years, how many people can live past 100 years old?

Life is short, live in the present, so you don't regret this life.

Holding the phone, Kang Jun-hyuk replied, with only one word-

[Okay.] 】

............

Letting go of the entanglement and trying to understand this, Kang Jun-hyuk felt that he had removed another layer of shackles.

Since you have decided to live in the moment, since you have decided to seize the day, there is no need to follow tradition in many things.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the script on the coffee table that he hadn't had time to clean up last night, pondered a little, and then made up his mind.

He read all these scripts last night, and although they were sent to him after being screened by the company, none of these script invitations could make him feel excited. Since there is no one, Kang Jun-hyuk no longer waits, instead of waiting for the opportunity to come to the door, it is better to create the opportunity himself.

Others don't have this ability, so they can only sit and wait for the opportunity, but he has a golden finger, so why bother to stick to the rules?

Consciousness links the notebook, and the next moment is pulled into my mind, the notebook is opened, the quill flies down, and after a little contemplation, lines of text quietly emerge -

The hit of "School 2015" has made you famous, and the counter-transfer of the bar incident has made you more famous. As a newcomer who has just debuted, you are not qualified enough and have few works to appear in, but because of the increase in popularity, your appearance and acting skills have unexpectedly attracted the attention of some well-known directors and screenwriters in the industry. It's a coincidence, but logically, there's nothing wrong with it.

What's even more tempting is that as a newcomer who has just debuted, your salary is very low, but your appearance and acting skills are the most top-notch category among the new generation of actors.

This makes your own value for money extremely high.

Because of this, you have won the favor of some well-known directors and screenwriters, who have successively sent you script invitations.