Chen Xiaojian didn't know that Tan Lili's side was so murderous in the first meeting, but even if he knew, Chen Xiaojian wouldn't say anything.

After all, the rise in unemployment and the decline in the number of employees in South Korea have nothing to do with Chen Xiaojian, and he is not the president of South Korea, so he is not responsible for them.

Chen Xiaojian watched the store alone, listened to songs, drank coffee, and fiddled with the camera.

Studying the camera in his hand, Chen Xiaojian couldn't help but think that the neighborhood has been too quiet recently, there are fewer performances and everything, and his camera is starting to fall dust.

Thinking about it, Chen Xiaojian flipped through the photos in the camera and looked at them. If you just look at the photos in this camera, it is estimated that many people will think that Chen Xiaojian is a novice photographer.

I don't say how good the shooting is, but it looks like that. These are all good photos taken by Chen Xiaojian, and the others that were not taken were deleted by Chen Xiaojian.

While fiddling with the camera, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open. A gust of wind blew in, and the wind chimes made a pleasant sound.

"Hello and welcome. Chen Xiaojian heard the wind chimes, put down the camera in his hand and looked up and said.

"Hello. A long-haired girl walked to the bar, looked at Chen Xiaojian, and said with a smile.

"Filial piety, filial piety?" Chen Xiaojian looked at the person in front of him, paused for a moment, and said. The person who came was Park Hyo-min, whom Chen Xiaojian hadn't seen for a long time.

"Hmm. Park Hyo-min sat down across from Chen Xiaojian and put his bag aside.

"Why did you come to my store today?" Chen Xiaojian asked with a smile, paused, and said, "Have you ever been to the store before?"

Chen Xiaojian asked this because he thought, if Park Hyo-min had been to the store before, had he met Park So-yeon?

If the two of them have met, I don't know what kind of scene the meeting between the third sister and Xiao Wu will be.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiaojian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. That should also be a good show, did you miss it?

"No, what's wrong?" Park Hyomin asked suspiciously, seeing that Chen Xiaojian would be a little disappointed after he finished speaking.

"No, ah, that's good, that's good. Chen Xiaojian heard Park Hyo-min say that he hadn't been here before, and the disappointment in his heart was suddenly gone.

If you didn't miss it, there will still be a chance in the future. However, if you think about it again, isn't it a little strange that you think like this?

The owner of the coffee shop doesn't want customers to come often, so it's an unreliable shop.

Thinking about it, Chen Xiaojian thought silently in his heart, following fate. Otherwise, I don't seem to be a thing.

Chen Xiaojian opened his mind on the side, but after Park Hyo-min listened to his words, he was even more puzzled.

Do you want to come by yourself, or do you not want to come by yourself?

"Oba, what do you mean by that?" Park Hyo-min couldn't figure it out, so he asked directly.

"Ahh Chen Xiaojian didn't react for a while, and paused before saying.

"What do you want to drink today?" Chen Xiaojian looked at Park Hyo-min and asked.

"Either way. Park Hyo-min said very casually.

Just when Chen Xiaojian felt that he was asking in vain, Park Hyo-min chased after him again: "American, American." ”

It's recognition, but it's also affirmation.

Chen Xiaojian just picked up the coffee cup in his hand, looked up at Park Hyomin, smiled, and said, "Okay, wait a minute." ”

Americana is the simplest of all coffees, but whether it's good or not depends on your personal ability. Although Chen Xiaojian does not have the ability to turn decay into magic, he is definitely capable of using a cup of American style.

"How are you doing? Are you tired from practicing?" Chen Xiaojian said while making coffee, "Why do you have time to come to my store today?"

"You ask so many questions at once, how can I answer?" Park Hyo-min looked at Chen Xiaojian and said with a smile.

"Oh, my bad. Chen Xiaojian smiled and said, "Just talk about it." ”

"Tired or tired, being a trainee, how can you not be tired?" Park Hyo-min said and stripped the long hair that fell in front of him, and then said, "But I am off today, so I have time to come out and have a look." ”

"Well, artist idols, this line of work is not easy. Chen Xiaojian said it easily, but he was also very sure.

Chen Xiaojian doesn't have many friends in South Korea, but they are basically debuting artists or trainees, so it is not easy for many people in South Korea to know that it is not easy for artists and idols, let alone the lowest trainees?

"Hmm. Park Hyo-min nodded and said, "However, dreams can only be known after hard work." ”

"Dreams. Chen Xiaojian muttered softly, as if many people around him regarded this as their dream. Young men and women, are they so empty?

In Chen Xiaojian's view, taking his debut as an artist as his dream must be irrelevant, but it is indeed empty.

This line of work is too difficult and too empty, and it is far from being solved by one effort.

"What about you, Oba, what are your dreams?" Park Hyo-min looked at Chen Xiaojian with some curiosity and asked.

"Me?" Chen Xiaojian listened to Park Hyomin's words, and his hands trembled. He hates dreams, because now he has long since lost his dreams, maybe he had it in his previous life, but he doesn't have it now.

Please, when will it become a dream to make money?

After a long pause, Chen Xiaojian said softly in some frustration: "I don't have a dream. ”

"No dreams?" Park Hyo-min listened to Chen Xiaojian's answer and paused for a moment. In her opinion, how could a young man not have dreams?

Yes, how can young people have no dreams, but Chen Xiaojian is no longer a young man.

Chen Xiaojian didn't know that when he talked about this topic again many years later, it was detonated.

Chen Xiaojian has no dreams, and has become a pretending word with several bigwigs, which Chen Xiaojian never expected.

"Yes, there are no dreams. Chen Xiaojian nodded, smiled, and said, "What's the matter? There shouldn't be a rule that people must have dreams, right?"

"No, no, no. Park Hyo-min shook his head and said, "It's just curious." ”

"There's nothing to be curious about, take care of your dreams, maybe when, you'll be like me, you don't have dreams. Chen Xiaojian said half-jokingly.

"Hmm. Park Hyo-min nodded.

"Alright, your coffee. Chen Xiaojian pushed the finished coffee in front of Park Hyo-min.

"Thank you, Oba. Park Hyo-min thanked him and took the coffee.

"Taste it. Chen Xiaojian wiped his hands and said.

Today, Chen Xiaojian made a lot of American, but American and American are also different.

At least this one, it's completely different from the others.