"Ahh

A low exclamation sounded, and Ahn Jun-hyuk sat up suddenly, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

His heart was beating violently, and his mind seemed to be immersed in a desperate image from a few seconds ago, and after a moment, his consciousness finally broke free from his palpitations, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and his eyes scanned the environment in which he was— It was a moving bus, through the window you could see the beach and the blue ocean beyond the mountains on the right, he sat in the back row, someone in the front row opened the window, and the wind of early spring was still howling in with the cold of the forest, making his sweat-soaked clothes bitterly cold, just like a moment ago, the cold that remained in his mind, as if it had penetrated into the bone marrow.

Seeing that he was still in the car, Ahn Junhyuk's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he slowly exhaled a long breath.

"It's a dream......"

It had been a while since he had dreamed like that, and before that, he thought he had forgotten about it, and it turned out that it was just lying to himself.

Maybe he heard the movement behind him, and the person who was sitting in front of Ahn Junhyuk and opened the window turned his head at this time and said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm a little sicksick, so I opened the window." I saw you sleeping before, and I didn't say a word to you, I'm sorry!"

This is a middle-aged man with a rather elegant face, and the rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose suddenly show that he has a very intellectual temperament, but his face is pale, and he doesn't look very sick and mental, probably really suffering from motion sickness.

Listening to the man's words with a Jeonbuk accent, Ahn Jun-hyuk was stunned, before he reacted and shook his head slightly: "It's okay." ”

Although he said this, the man carefully looked at Ahn Junhyuk's sweat-soaked forehead and placket, turned around and closed the window, then turned his head and smiled: "It's not good to blow too much cold wind...... Young man, did you just get out of the army?"

"Huh?"

Ahn Junhyuk, who was thinking about something, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, the man laughed, pointing to Ahn Junhyuk's flat head of less than an inch and dark green military pants and T-shirt.

Ahn Junhyuk was relieved, and reluctantly pursed his lips and smiled, "Well, volunteering, I just came out in the morning." ”

"Oh, home in Busan?"

The terminal of this bus is Busan, Ahn Junhyuk nodded, in fact, with his current mood, he really didn't want to talk about anything, but the environment in which he grew up made it impossible for him to refuse an elder's inquiry, so he had to hold back his mood and reluctantly smile perfunctorily.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice this, and still talked about it, "Ah——, volunteering, in recent years, many young people have chosen this, and it is said that the economic crisis is causing trouble, like when we were young, we couldn't hide from this kind of thing like service, there were many brothers and sisters in the family, and life was already difficult, once we went to serve, there was one less laborer, and many people deserted at that time! Speaking of which......" He carefully looked at Ahn Junhyuk's appearance, and suddenly asked: "Young man, have you thought about what to do after retiring?" It's hard to find a job now, even retired college students have to wash the dishes, and the competition is fierce!"

Ahn Junhyuk frowned, a little confused about what he meant by asking, and after thinking about it, he replied cautiously, "I haven't thought about it yet." ”

He didn't lie, from the moment he learned that he was discharged from the army, his head was in a mess, he didn't think about anything, he just cleaned up a little, and rushed home without stopping, his whole mind was covered with sadness and a certain fear of fate, how could he have time to think so much.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man's small eyes hidden behind the lenses widened slightly, and he hurriedly asked, "Then have you ever considered being a star......?" Well, it's great, and listening to you, your voice is also beautiful, it's a pity if you don't be a star in such conditions......"...,

As he spoke, he suddenly patted his head, then flipped through the briefcase on his lap, took out a business card, and handed it over with both hands: "It's rude, I haven't introduced myself for so long, my name is Quan Baogen, and I am S· An agent of Company M is also a scout, please take care of it!"

"Yes, my name is Ahn Junhyuk, please take care of me!" Ahn Junhyuk hurriedly bowed down and respectfully accepted the business card, in this country, no matter what you think in your heart, the superficial etiquette must always be remembered, otherwise it is very likely that it will be difficult to move an inch. Therefore, although he was a little impatient in his heart, he still did not show the slightest perfunctory at this time, and the etiquette was very thoughtful.

The middle-aged man named Kwon Bo-geun on the other side smiled with satisfaction when he saw Ahn Jun-hyuk take the business card, and then asked, "How is it?

Ahn Jun-hyuk looked carefully at the business card in his hand, and sure enough, there was S· M's LOGO, for this company, he is naturally knowledgeable, whether it is the previous HOT, SES, BOA, An Qixuan, mythology, or the hot TVXQ in recent years, all the superstars who are popular in Asia are cultivated by this brokerage company, and the fame has long been terrifying, it is already quite good to be an agent in that company, and look at the business card, the self-introduction of this person called Quan Baogen is still modest, he is not only an agent, but also a director of the publicity department.

That's already part of the middle management.

However, Ahn Junhyuk didn't show any emotion, silently checked the business card, and out of politeness, he solemnly put it away, facing the other party's inquiring eyes, his lips moved, and he said softly: "I'm leaving the army early......"

Kwon Bo Gen's face was full of smiles, and his expression froze.

In South Korea, early discharge from the military indicates only two situations: either the service member has a chronic illness or disability that affects his or her health, or there is a major change in the family that makes it necessary for the service member to leave the military to take care of the family.

Thinking about it, he sighed, no matter what kind of situation Ahn Junhyuk belonged to, but saying this fact showed that the other party was euphemistically refusing.

"......" Since Ahn Jun-hyuk refused, Kwon Bo-geun would not be entangled unfamiliarly, he patted Ahn Jun-hyuk on the shoulder, sighed and turned his head, and muttered faintly: "It's a pity......"

Kwon Bo-geun noticed this delicate-looking boy from the moment Ahn Joon-hyuk got into the car. M has worked for 5 years, in such a star-making factory, all kinds of handsome guys and beauties have been seen, but a person like Ahn Junhyuk with a delicate face that makes him have a sense of amazement, but he has not been, what makes him even more excited is the temperament of this boy, probably in the relationship between the army, although it is very beautiful, but it is different from the femininity of ordinary Korean boys, less than an inch of hair stands on end, the cheeks are thin and the contours are profound, and the whole person looks heroic, even if he looks very tired when he first gets in the car, but when he looks at the past, there is still a kind of sharpness as if the sun is shining on his face。

At first, he was a little hesitant, a person with a too sharp temperament like this is actually not the material to be a star, because this kind of person is usually self-confident to the extent of self-confidence, doing his own thing, and even more so will be unconventional and have a strong anti-traditional tendency, and in the Korean entertainment industry, anyone who dares to be anti-traditional will be crushed into pieces by the traditional force.

However, when he waited until Ahn Jun-hyuk woke up and talked, that little hesitation was immediately thrown out of the clouds.

From the beginning of the conversation, Kwon Bo-geun felt that Ahn Jun-hyuk didn't want to talk to him more, but even so, he didn't show any impatience or dissatisfaction, and always maintained a polite and polite attitude.

Quan Baogen has always believed that if a person wants to succeed, the first step is to learn to control his emotions, and people who are happy and angry will not be able to go long. …,

Ahn Joon-hyuk didn't have the energy to guess what Kwon Bo-geun was thinking now, and for him, the other party made a suggestion, and he refused, and it was as simple as that.

He turned his head to look out the window, it was getting late, the southwest sky, the hazy spring sun was quietly disappearing to the other side of the mountain, and the smooth highway reflected the faint, orange light of the sky, extending out of the wilderness. The bus drove quietly on it, the trees and mountains on both sides were constantly receding, and the early spring breeze had made the greenery begin to climb up the field, and they were continuous, forming a patch of color in the fast-moving sight, drawing out of the surrounding area and spreading the land.

And in this undulating color, at the end of the winding road, a majestic city sitting next to the sea comes into view.

It was his familiar hometown - Busan.

It had been nearly two years since he was away from home, and when he got closer, there was no excitement and joy that he should have, and sadness was like the end of his vision, like the city that was getting bigger and bigger as the distance narrowed, gradually filling his entire heart, and at a certain moment, tears suddenly fell.

"Hoo ......"

He took a few deep breaths, controlled his near-collapse emotion, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

It was as if the scene of yesterday had reappeared in front of him—the ensign sighed and pushed a few papers on the table in front of him, and the first page of the huge "obituary" was filled with eyes on the blinding white paper, piercing straight into his heart.

He once thought that it was enough to see such a scene once, and he would not see it a second time, he regarded the scene that appeared in his dream two months ago as a homesick conjecture, and laughed at himself - "Mom's body is so good, how can it suddenly ......"

But I never thought that that scene would really become a reality yesterday.

Yes, my mother's health is very good, but in this world, it is not only time and illness that can take away life.

“…… Mom......"

…………

Kwon Bo-geun thought about it, but he still felt that it was a pity, and when the bus finally stopped at the station with the traffic flow, he shouted to Ahn Joon-hyuk, who got off the bus first with his backpack and seemed to be more depressed with the sky: "Ahn Joon-hyuk, if possible, please think about it a little more, okay?"

In response to him, the other party got into a taxi and walked away quickly.

Don't you hear?

Quan Baogen was stunned, and then reacted, and scolded himself a few stupid words in his heart: What do you want to do so much mess, but you haven't even got the contact information of the other party until now, this separation, you will probably never see it again in the future, and it is hard to see a seedling who even touches herself!

At this time, the mobile phone rang, temporarily dispelling his complaints about himself, and quickly picked it up, and the voice from the phone made his whole face straighten, and the whole person unconsciously lowered his posture: "Ah, yes, president...... Yes, I've already arrived in Busan and just got off the bus...... Yes, I will communicate well with them...... Yes, yes......"

It wasn't until the other party hung up the phone that Quan Baogen realized that he had already bent down, and his sideburns had climbed up with sweat.

It's just a phone call, and it brings so much pressure to myself, and the nervous cold sweat comes out. He secretly smiled bitterly, and recalled in his mind that the thin and indifferent face named Li Xiuman, as well as his violent temper, subconsciously shivered.

"Alas, don't think nonsense, no matter how good the seedlings are, they can't give me food now, let's do my job!"

After another 2 months, S· M company is about to hold the 8th Best selection conference, all departments in the company are busy, even so, accidents are endless, originally Kwon Bo Gen was responsible for the selection of Jeonbuk, after all, he is a native of Jeonju, more handy in his hometown, but a few days ago in Busan, a responsible head of the room had a car accident, and is currently hospitalized and can no longer preside over the work, the company had to transfer him to the nearest co-ordination, and on behalf of the company to deal with the problems left by the head of the car accident. …,

Just now, President Lee so-man's phone call was to explain these things, and Kwon Bo-geun could hear that it seemed that the family of the other party in the car accident was a little troublesome, and they had been pestering, which seriously delayed the company's arrangement work in Busan, so that President Lee so-man's already little patience was reduced to the lowest point, even across the phone, from a long distance, it seemed that he could feel the tyrant's brewing anger about to explode.

It is said that President Lee so-man's recent life has not been good, and the board of directors has endured his arbitrariness, coupled with several mishandling of the company's affairs, and now it seems that several major shareholders have joined forces to weaken his equity.

Seeing that the company that he built and developed with his own hands was about to be taken away by a group of capitalists, it is no wonder that the already short-tempered one has a bad temper.

Shaking his head, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his sideburns, Quan Baogen beckoned a taxi from afar, and after saying an address, he leaned on the back seat and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Tomorrow, there's a lot going on!

…………

When the night was getting dark, the taxi finally drove to its destination, through a layer of glass, looking at the street that he had grown up for more than ten years and was familiar with grass and trees, Ahn Junhyuk took a deep breath, pressed the sourness of his nose and the pain that seemed to gush out of his chest, paid the fare, picked up his backpack and put it on his back, and walked slowly towards a house he was familiar with.

It was a cream-white two-story building, different from the strong Korean style of other buildings in the surrounding area, boxy, neatly planned, and without any bright spots, but today, it has become the attention of everyone in the whole street.

The eaves of the small building are hung with plain white paper flowers, and a few white lanterns with the word "lay" written on them are hidden behind the flowers, exuding a faint dim light, in the place where the light is shrouded, the door is open, the stacked wreaths render a heavy atmosphere, and there is a faint mourning music floating out of the house, passing through the night sky with the wind, lingering around Ahn Junhyuk who hesitates to look at this side in the distance.

The next moment, he began to run, the pain he had been suppressing and the little hope that it was just a dream, and the beating of drums in his chest as his heart beat violently from running.

The tall figure passed through the gate covered with wreaths, the backpack fell behind him, making a heavy muffled sound, surrounded in the small yard, some neighbors and relatives who came to help, saw a person running in like crazy, rushed straight to the house, stunned, and exclaimed: "Ah, it's Junhyuk, Junhyuk is back!"

"Hold him by the way, and don't let him see it. ”

The whole small building was noisy and panicked for a while, and with the screams, a group of people ran out of the house and hugged Ahn Junhyuk tightly, faces flashed in front of them, and the noisy consolation echoed in his ears like a layer of glass.

"Junhyuk, calm down!"

"Jun-hyuk, Jun-hyuk, don't scare my brother, calm down, calm down!"

“……”

None of this mattered, and he struggled to see the coffin lying in the middle of the living room through the cracks in the crowd, and the black-and-white photograph of it standing on it, surrounded by a few candles.

In the photo, a beautiful woman is smiling slightly, and the candle flame is flickering, making her eyes seem to be looking at this place vividly.

At that moment, the emotions that had been suppressed finally collapsed.

"Ah————h

The mournful screams rushed out violently with tears, and outside the small door, the figures were crowded, noisy and hysterical, and inside the door, coffins and photos stood quietly.

It's so distinct, it's like two worlds!