PS: The number of words is slightly less, there is no time code word today, and the second will be late

After sending PD and Boa away, Ahn Joon-hyuk called Kwon Bo-geun and told him about the idea of launching an event at noon, asking him to be prepared, and when MBC agreed, he could start immediately.

Kwon Bo-geun agreed, and when he was about to leave, he made a joke: "Jun-hyuk, aren't you afraid that ANTI will say that you are putting on a show?"

Many celebrities engage in similar activities, and there is naturally general praise in the society, but derogatory words are also indispensable, and the show is the most frequently used reason.

Ahn Jun-hyuk just smiled at him.

Whether in his dream or now, he has never rejected charity and public welfare activities in the nature of show, nor does he care what others think, if he starts from his businessman side and pays money to repay the society, the society must also give back some potential benefits - such as a good personal and corporate image.

For example, if a person wants to help a welfare home, he may have to spend a lifetime of time for this, and bankrupt family may not fundamentally solve the dilemma, but if he can attract many people to participate through publicity, then this goal can be easily achieved, and by the way, it can also expand the population base that pays attention to charity.

Whether it is today's reality or dreams, every time I hear someone say that a celebrity has done something good in a low-key manner, donated most of his family property, how many years have not been known, and how noble his character is, Ahn Junhyuk's reaction to this is usually scoffing.

In his opinion, those so-called people with high moral character are not as noble in their hearts as their actions, and most of those people think that everyone is drunk and sober. Immersed in the so-called sorrow and happiness of the self, he did not think at all about whether it would bring better results if the good deeds were publicized and more people joined the ranks.

It's not that they don't understand the truth of crowding, but they pride themselves on being high-minded and think that propaganda is just a show, so they will be in the same league as the people they usually look down upon.

In fact, from the perspective of society as a whole, this kind of high-level talent should be criticized the most - they waste too many resources!

Of course, there is no need to talk to Kwon Bo Gen about these ideas. "Don't care how ANTI slanders me, Uncle Baogen, the older you get, the smaller your heart becomes, and you took me a show quietly. ”

"Uh...... Hehe, you've been on too few shows since your debut. It just so happened that MBC came to contact me again, and I thought ......"

"After the show, let's have a good chat!"

seemed to threaten and hung up the phone, regardless of how nervous Kwon Bo-geun over there would be when he was busy with a dood-toot sound, Ahn Jun-hyuk returned to the set to continue filming.

I was busy until late at night before I finally got out, and I had supper with Jin Xuan'er and Zheng Liyuan at a nearby roadside stall before going back to the hotel. When we were separated in the hallway, we drank a bottle of shochu. Kim Xuan'er, whose face was a little red, said to him a little drunk: "Junhyuk, what happened at noon...... I'm sorry, I don't know about your family situation, I didn't mean to ......."

"It's okay. Sister Xuan'er!" Interrupting her, Ahn Jun-hyuk smiled: "There is always a time for this kind of thing to be mentioned, and it has been a long time, so there is no need to taboo so much! Hurry up and rest, you have to get up early tomorrow to catch up. ”

After that, without waiting for Jin Xuan'er to say anything, he waved his hand and walked to his room.

When he opened the door with the room card, entered the house, and turned around to close the door, he vaguely heard Zheng Liyuan asking curiously and softly: "Sister Xuan'er, what is the situation at Junhyuk's oppa?"

Then the closed door blocked out all sounds, and no trace could be heard.

He didn't know how Jin Xuan'er would describe it to Zheng Liyuan, and he didn't want to think about those issues, although he said it chicly, saying that things had passed for a long time and he didn't care, but how could he not care?

The longing for my mother is still strong in the bottom of my heart, full of almost overflowing, my thoughts are a little free, and what comes to my mind is the picture of all kinds of memories, some when I was in my hometown, some when I was in Haeundae, since I can remember, the bits and pieces accumulated in more than ten years of life, like a handful of fermented dough, swelling in the chest, getting bigger and bigger, and it makes it difficult to breathe.

He didn't turn on the light, he groped into the bathroom in the dark, and splashed cold water on his face several times before he felt better, but the picture of memory did not stop because of this.

He still vividly remembers that in the summer of the second year after his father's death, some of the more naughty classmates at school surrounded Jisoo and called for wild children who had fathers and no fathers. He got into a fight with those people and broke the scalp of one of his classmates, and the parents of the other party refused to give up and demanded that he be expelled from the school.

His mother, who hurried to school, slapped him a few times, and he still remembers the distress and disappointment in her eyes when she looked at him in the sun-filled office that afternoon.

He didn't know how she solved the matter after the last trouble, because he hated her to death that day, even at night, he didn't lose his breath, and he couldn't sleep over and over.

Then in the middle of the night, I felt that she quietly touched the bed, took the clothes he had changed, turned on the lamp, faced the dim light, and sewed the place where the thread was pulled open because of the tearing with people during the day.

Her eyes are actually not very good, she has suffered from the problem of vitreous cloudiness after years of hard work, and she can't see clearly when the light is a little weak, and it took a long time to get a few openings for the line, and then she folded her clothes and quietly put them next to his pillow, and then she stood there, looking at him all the time.

He didn't want to pay attention to her, his eyes were closed and he pretended to sleep, and after I don't know how long it took, his forehead suddenly warmed up—it was the temperature of her lips!

"Mommy is sorry Joon-hyuk!" he heard her say softly, "I shouldn't have beaten you without asking, we Jun-hyuk are good boys, we know how to protect my sister at such a young age......"

The next words were no longer audible, only that a hot tear fell on his cheek, and she couldn't hide her choked in her muttering.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, and he didn't know what her eyes looked like when she was crying, but he only heard by chance later that she knelt in front of the classmate's parents and begged in order to keep the school from expelling him that day.

It suddenly occurred to him that it might be a very beautiful landscape, or maybe it was as she often described it, incomparably pure, flawless like a pair of black gems.

The water in the bathtub gradually filled up, overflowing with a bang, facing the mirror of the sink, wiping away the traces of water or tears on his face, Ahn Junhyuk, who took off his clothes, lay down silently and let the water surface drown himself.

Only in this way can he hold back his emotions and not collapse, taste the bitterness at the corners of his mouth, and hide all violence and sorrow.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist the desire to kill! )