"I'm probably going to stay in the U.S. for a while. ”

"Well, I know, what's the weather like over there, is it hot?"

"It's not hot, it's about the same as spring in Korea, but it's a little foggy and a little humid...... Ahem......"

While talking to Lin Xiujing on the phone, Ahn Junhyuk looked at the street covered with white veils outside the hotel and coughed a few times.

The light rain in Palo Alto only fell for half a day, and the rest of the weather was shrouded in a faint haze, the news said that this was a subtropical high pressure control range increased, the air flow was sinking, and the foggy weather caused by the cold snap in California, anyway, they didn't understand what An Junhyuk was talking about, listening to the announcer's indifferent tone, such weather seemed to be a very normal phenomenon for Californians.

"Coughing again, did you smoke again yesterday and stay up late? You are always like this, you don't pay attention to many things when you get busy, and it hasn't been long since you recovered from your injuries!"

Listening to her somewhat reproachful tone on the other end of the phone, Ahn Junhyuk gasped for a moment, and then smiled lowly: "Heh, don't worry, I'll pay attention." ”

In fact, when she was at home, she was not strict, perhaps because she was by his side and could take care of him at any time, so many things went with him, but once he went out, many worries seemed to rise instantly.

He doesn't hate this feeling, maybe it's because, since his mother passed away, no one dares to control him like this, as a younger sister, most of the time Jisoo is more "indulgent" with him, basically don't force him to do anything, some time ago when he worked until late at night, occasionally Jisoo would get up and go to the study in a wheelchair. Make a pot of coffee for him when he is tired, and then talk to him with him on the lamp, during which it is indispensable to light a cigarette to refresh him.

Thinking of lighting a cigarette, Ahn Jun-hyuk thought of Yuna again, and the most indulgent person in the family with his bad habits was the little girl, who often carried a lighter in her pocket - so that when he sometimes wanted to smoke, she could quickly help him light it!

Since he thought of her, Ahn Jun-hyuk casually asked, "Hasn't Yun'a gone back yet?"

"No, listen to Jisoo. She wanted to stay at home for a few days. I didn't call for the past two days, I was dozing off all day, and I felt like I was getting lazier and lazier. ”

"Is there anything wrong with your body? If you feel wrong, let the doctor show you, I won't be able to go back for a while. You have to take care of yourself. ”

"Hmm. Let the doctor see it. It's nothing, it's just ......."

Hearing that her voice was a little low, Ahn Junhyuk was concerned, "What's wrong?"

Asked a few times. Lin Xiujing replied with some annoyance: "It's just that when I looked in the mirror today, I found that I seemed to have gained a lot of weight, and I couldn't wear my previous pants......"

Ahn Joon-hyuk laughed.

Lin Xiujing was a little annoyed, "I hate it, I'm so sad that you still laugh at me!"

"Haha

"Ahn Joon-hyuk!"

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore...... It's normal to get fat, you're pregnant with a child now, you're a mother, you have to provide nutrition for two people, the little guy is waiting for you to feed him, if he's not fat, he's going to be hungry......"

The voice became softer and softer, comforting her, and I don't know why, Ahn Junhyuk's heart became soft for a while.

Across the vast Pacific Ocean, two different places connected by telephone, with soft words, the air seemed to be surrounded by some kind of same tranquility for a moment, leaning against the window, smiling at the corners of his mouth and listening to the sound of her breathing, he could almost imagine that at this moment, she must be holding the phone, gently caressing her lower abdomen with one hand.

It's an amazing feeling.

I don't know how long it took in such tranquility before Lin Xiujing spoke softly again: "I don't know when I can feel him kick my ......."

"It's coming. ”

Listening to her slightly longing voice, while answering, at this moment, Ahn Junhyuk suddenly regretted his decision to take over Facebook. Career is naturally very important, but some things cannot be brought by career, far away in South Korea, his children are being conceived day by day, and they are rapidly growing up from an invisible mass of meat, while he is staying here, trying to take over power in a strange country and a strange company.

The transition of power is not something that can be accomplished in a simple day or two, and it may cost him many firsts with his or her child—the first time he hears his or her heartbeat, the first time he senses fetal movement, the first time he or she sticks to her bulging lower abdomen, greets him or her in thick amniotic fluid, says "baby," and then gets him or her hand or kick in response, and then ecstasy.

It must have been the rarest experience, and he was going to miss it because of his career.

Thick fog rolls in Palo Alto, the city in the early morning, the sky is dim as dusk, the color of silver gray brushes from the sky to this side, the foggy earth under the sky, the hurried silhouettes of vehicles and pedestrians flash out of the window, occasionally a light is on, but it seems to be through the distance of the infinite space, blurred, dim, and swaying.

Looking at all this, he sighed silently.

…… Alas......

……

When Ahn Joon-hyuk's sigh was silently spit out, in the storm-hit Seoul, Yoona walked on the street where the rain curtain hung obliquely, she played an umbrella, just like those passers-by around her, the splashes of water splashed by the heavy rain falling on the ground rushed and whistling, and the road in front of and behind her was winding, if you look at it from a distance, the streets shrouded in rain and fog are mostly like streams, and she and many people are duckweed floating on the water, moving forward or backward, all with the current.

In the past two days, she would always walk through the street like this, from Apgujeong to Cheongdam Bridge, and across the Han River, the sky gradually darkened with the passage of time, and when night fell, the lights of thousands of homes bloomed in the rain.

No goal, just aimless stroll.

This long journey would always pass by the high-rise building that she had been familiar with for the past year, and when it got dark, she walked into the halo of the street lamp, and then walked out of the darkness, through the bustling or secluded section, the shadow of the tall building, even the rain and the night, dotted with lights reflected in her pupils.

She stood far away from it, watching the lights come on, looking at the windows, the small balconies, and the shadows began to sway under the black sky, watching the spreading lights cast those shadows. Some people are bored walking back and forth, some are just standing quietly, some are tending to flowers and plants, some are holding up their phones and waving their arms...... The distance made it impossible for the voice to come here, she was like watching a mime, and the performance was all kinds of life.

Sometimes she wondered if there was someone standing behind the same place where she was standing now, silently observing the other side when she was standing behind those windows.

There was no answer, because she had never paid attention to it at that time. Like at this time. Even if he were over there, he wouldn't be looking at it.

She walked out of that splendour, into this secluded darkness, and then it was like living in this darkness. I can only occasionally look at the light over there. There was extravagant hope. There was expectation, but two days passed, and nothing happened. Her departure was like a drop of rain falling into the rushing Han River, without a ripple.

Although this was what she wanted, she knew that she didn't want it to happen.

The night I left, I dreamed again at home, dreaming that he rushed back from the United States, rushed into her house eagerly, picked her up and pressed her on her legs, spanked her, and asked her angrily, Lin Yun'er, who made you run away from home?

Then she woke up frightened, in the dark bedroom, the window was open, the gauze was swaying in the wind that swept the moisture, no one beat her ass, she lay on the bed, the sound of the alarm clock ticking in her ears, the rain and wind outside the window, and she couldn't sleep anymore.

The darkness enveloped her like this, as if there was no escape.

What she was looking forward to, what she was hoping for, nothing happened, nothing happened, just like the journey from Apgujeong to Cheongdam Bridge, she held an umbrella and passed by many people, she followed the flow of people through a personal crosswalk, and then saw some people going to the left, some people going to the right, some people rushing past and smashing her umbrella, everyone seemed to be as aimless as her, but she knew that they all had a goal, some people had just left the house, some people were preparing to go home, some people were going from here to there, but whether it was left or right, whether it was here or there, they knew where they were going。

Only she didn't know what to do.

She walked through one place after another with the wave of umbrellas, the strange faces around her changed one after another, and everyone who left found their purpose, but she could only gradually go from crowded to sparse, and finally to loneliness, and then stood in this dark place, looking back at the light that had been.

The people who accompanied her were gone, she had not left a trace in anyone's heart, the building was still brilliant without her, and the earth was still turning.

Maybe someone is irreplaceable.

But Yuna, who used to be naughty, is not, and now Yuna, who is carrying a backpack and drifting along the road like duckweed, is not.

The city is still running, no one cares about the sadness of a young girl who can't be exported, only the occasional passer-by who hurries by, can see this deviation from the noisy street, a young girl sits on a bench at the bus stop, her hands on her cheeks, looking at a place and sitting for a long time, one bus after another leaves, the people who went out of the road are back, the wind is getting colder, she is still sitting there, I don't know who is waiting for the road and who may be waiting for whom.

Then on the fourth day, or the fifth day, or maybe a week later, the rain clouds dispersed, and the moonlight sprinkled all over the corners of Seoul again, but the figure of the girl never appeared again, just like as the rainy season passed, the creek that gradually lowered its water level would eventually expose the rocks, and the duckweed drifting with the creek would eventually stay on a rock and wither.

It did not wait for its own pond......

On August 14, when Ahn Junhyuk and Zuckerberg, Parker, Moskowitz and others negotiated a plan to force the transfer of power through a shareholder meeting after a few days of consultations, and prepared to implement it the day before, he finally remembered to make a call to a distant girl after a long time, it was a morning, he was walking on the road to Facebook, the fog was drifting up and down in the city, and in the quiet and misty space, the sound came from the mobile phone:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is out of ......"

Whoa—

The beech trees on the side of the road shook their branches, a few leaves fell, and he stood in the wind, and suddenly felt a little cold...... (To be continued......)

PS: Don't worry about abuse, I'm not going to write a lot of useless female characters, each of them has their own story, the plot exists to enrich their story, and these stories are for the purpose of one day when I want to twist them into a line.

Besides, I'm really not a traverser!!