In the morning, the city, which had slept all night, gradually woke up.

As the morning light turns into a faint fiery red in the eastern sky, the low roar of cars gradually begins on the cold road, and the mist fills the rows of buildings in the city from the surface of the Han River that runs through the city, from the surrounding lush and undulating mountains.

It's like a city on the clouds.

When I woke up, the morning sun light blocked by the mountains in the distance had already crossed the mountain and shone into this space, half of the floor was golden and brilliant, half of it was hidden in the darkness, and the mist floated in the air, as if it was dyed with a sea of clouds dyed with fire.

He looked at this qiē in a daze, and did not move for a long time.

This was the study, where he slept all night.

I didn't know how long I stayed, but there was a slight noise outside the door, and the spirit of the trance was a little sober, and I realized that it was probably Jisoo!

After tiding up the folds on his clothes, he walked out the door, and sure enough, he heard the familiar small sound of the electric wheelchair motor running, it was on the bathroom side, he didn't look at it, just walked upstairs and came to the master bedroom. The bedroom door was not closed, it was hidden, gently pushed open, the curtain opened the floor-to-ceiling window, a large area of sunlight, mixed with the fine fibers floating in the air, illuminated the room transparently, only in the corner of the crib there was a corner of the shadow.

The sleeping appearance of his daughter fell in his eyes, and the little guy didn't know what he dreamed of, with a silly smile on the corner of his mouth, and his chubby fingers were in his mouth, sucking them up and down.

His expression softened, and he didn't bother her, went inside, and gently closed the door. Sitting down on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom facing the floor-to-ceiling window, half light, half dark light and shadow, Xiujing, who was still asleep, sat on the head of the bed, the pillow behind her was crooked, her head was lowered, her hands were outstretched, and a book bookmark was scattered.

Last night, I wonder how long she waited?

A ray of sunlight spread to her face, and she frowned in her sleep. Ahn Joon-hyuk got up. Closed the curtains, then came back, hugged her softly, and took the pillow. Wanted to lay her flat.

Ever since there was Jingyan. Xiujing was very alert when she slept. As soon as Ahn Joon-hyuk moved, she woke up hazy, and she didn't know why. She muttered, "Yun'a...... Don't mess with ......" before opening his sleepy eyes.

She was still in a state of ignorance, but she didn't notice that when she inexplicably read Yun'er, the man who was holding her had his arm stiff for a moment. She just looked confused for a moment, then lazily hugged his arm and asked, "Are you done with work?"

"I'm done. An Junhyuk's expression was soft, brushed her hair, and smiled gently: "It's just dawn, continue to sleep!" People are too vigilant, and the quality of sleep is mostly poor, not to mention that it has been like this these days, so hearing his words, Lin Xiujing only complained in a low voice: "Are you resting in the study again?" Work is too busy, so it's not good for your health......

Then, consciousness hazes past.

He didn't know how to answer, he couldn't say a lot of words, it was not that he was not responsible, but it was because he was responsible that he would be afraid.

He watched quietly as she fell back into a deep sleep, and the bedroom returned to peace, and at one point, he lowered his head, kissed her gently, and got up to leave.

Out!

It is undeniable that he once had the idea of luck, even if reason always warned himself that any luck was unnecessary self-deception, and trying to pin the solution to the problem on luck was itself an escape.

But...... He really can't help it......

Or rather, there are many ways to solve the problems he faces, but none of them are what he wants. Everyone understands the truth that you can't have both fish and bear's paws, but when faced with a choice, how many people can convince themselves with reason?

The final generation of choice is determined by a variety of factors, if carefully investigated, one's own moral insistence and moral kidnapping from the outside world are probably the key reasons.

It's ridiculous that choice itself is an individual act, a right to freedom advocated by human beings, but it is actually constrained all the time.

Of course, a world that is completely moral is terrible, and a world that is completely self-emancipating is just as terrible. The former represents the complete compression of human nature, and the operation of society only needs universal ideas and does not need individual will, while the latter is the total collapse of order, these philosophical questions do not need to be explored.

He couldn't tell what his mentality should be?

Is it affectionate or righteous? Or is it cowardly and incompetent?

Walking out of the building, the greetings of the security guards followed all the way, and he, who usually smiled politely, did not respond, which obviously made people a little strange, watching his back out of the courtyard and into the cool morning fog of the outside world.

The sun had not yet shone on the world below, and between the shadows, every qiē in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a thin veil, and along the road aimlessly, the car spun through the blowing air, stirring the fog, and the smoke drifted away, creating a void, and then it was filled again.

A few blocks away, the music of the sprinkler truck sounded, faintly, as if isolated in another world.

I don't know how long I walked, the morning fog gradually dissipated, in front of me, behind me, the flow of people gradually increased, everyone was in a hurry, ready to meet the day's life, no one put extra eyes on this clothes were wet by the fog, looked a little confused, decadent, and drifting with the flow of figures.

He walked like this until a red light blocked his way.

Looking up and looking around blankly, he actually walked near a high school, familiar roads, familiar storefronts on both sides of the street, and even plants and street lamps had a sense of intimacy, and when he turned around, he saw not far behind him. Facing east, between the gaps between several high-rise buildings on the other side of the road, a beam of sunlight squeezed in, it was like a curtain, spanning a distance of several hundred meters, and the SM logo stood in it, with a distant view of white clouds.

Heh, you've actually come here......

Some are inexplicable, but more often, a feeling of nostalgia.

It was the place where he became famous, the www.biquge.info where he embarked on a completely different path from his dreams, and the beginning of his new life......

Maybe I'm tired of walking, maybe it's because of the nostalgia that was aroused, I suddenly want to stop and rest, look around, the nearby high school is Qingtan High School, at this time, there have been early students walking to the school, this street near the school, has belonged to the pedestrian street, there is no roaring shuttle of vehicles, pedestrians come and go slowly or fast, he pulled the line hat on the head, casually found a bench on the side of the street, sat down, and was distracted.

Revisiting his hometown - this statement is not wrong, although because J.H's headquarters is not too far from here, he often passes by the main road of Apguting, but since he became famous, this path has not been visited, and the only impression is that every time the silhouette flashes outside the car window, a qiē exudes a strange feeling of familiarity and strangeness, and all kinds of thoughts come to mind.

Then, his name was called.

"Joonhyuk oppa?"

The man's voice was cautious, as if he was afraid of something that had been alarmed, and in fact, if he shouted it undisguisedly, it might have caused trouble.

Ahn Junhyuk subconsciously tugged down the line hat, and only then turned around, behind him, a tall girl with long hair and a shawl, her expression changed from surprise to surprise looking at him, and what made Ahn Junhyuk pay extra attention was that she was still holding a small bag of roasted sweet potatoes in her arms......

This kind of sign is too conspicuous, even in his impression, the little girl in front of him doesn't seem to be so big, she is still a very small little girl.

He raised his hand and said hello, "Hi, Xiaoxian!"

"It's really you, oppa!" Xiao Xian exclaimed excitedly, and then she noticed that her voice was a little louder, and even some passers-by looked back this way, and the girl quickly covered her mouth, but her crooked eyes couldn't control her joy.

"When I was buying sweet potatoes over there, I saw something like oppa, but because it was too far away, I didn't dare to shout, so I had to follow over to have a look. ”

Without waiting for Ahn Junhyuk to beckon, Xiaoxian familiarly bypassed the bench and sat next to him, even if he deliberately lowered his voice, he couldn't suppress her surprise at this time: "I didn't expect it to be ...... Before I said it, I was still wondering, how could OPPA come here, what a surprise!"

Listening to her chatter, even if she was in a bad mood, Ahn Junhyuk still laughed: "Can't I come here?"

Xiaoxian nodded seriously: "Because OPPA has become famous!"

"Oh, what does it have to do with fame?"

Listening to Ahn Junhyuk's inquiry, Hyun said: "OPPA is different now than before, it will be very troublesome if it is recognized, especially in places like schools where there are the most fans, they do not have the control power of adults, and they are most likely to cause chaos." As she spoke, she blinked suspiciously: "I thought OPPA knew this......"

Ahn Jun Hyuk exhaled helplessly, although his body was so developed that he didn't know it a little, but this was definitely Seo Joo-hyun, there was no doubt about it.

She is the only one who analyzes the truth behind everything and forcibly reshapes it into her own worldview—her worldview is actually those model texts in textbooks or moral education materials.

Rigid, formulaic, no flexibility!

What the universal morality says, in her eyes, people do what they do according to those words, and do not act according to the norms...... Sorry, her brain can't figure it out yet......

In short, her head is like granite.

But Xiaoxian has an advantage, her personality is not as hard as her brain, and if she senses that others do not agree with her ideas, she will find an excuse to avoid the topic, so as not to exacerbate the conflict.

For example, at this moment, seeing Ahn Jun-hyuk silent, Xiaoxian immediately shut up, calmly opened the paper bag, peeled a sweet potato and took a bite, and the happiness of the soft sweet potato meat stuffing her mouth made her eyes shine.

This happiness must be shared, so she handed the sweet potato she took a bite into to Ahn Jun Hyuk:

"Oppa, please eat, it's very sweet!"

Gollum!

Ahn Jun-hyuk's stomach was filled with a puff of sour water. (To be continued......)