Chapter 45: I can't hear what you're talking about
"Oppa! Come over a little more, oh, don't you hide back, how big does this look like my face?"
Across the street, a couple of young couples were snuggling up to each other, and the girls were smiling and holding up their mobile phones: they were probably taking a selfie of the couple, right? As soon as she walked out of the small shop selling handicrafts, Wang Nanqian saw this warm scene. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Oppa, what Christmas present did you buy me?"
"Don't worry, we'll see you later. ā
The two young men were so immersed in their own world that they didn't notice their voices echoing through the somewhat cold alley, all heard by a man in a woolen hat and a large mask standing just across the street.
Sure enough, girls will ask their boyfriends for gifts, right?
Fortunately, there is still this small shop, and fortunately, he can still find a gift that matches his heart in this small shop.
Among the large number of handicrafts, Wang Nanqian took a fancy to one of the small wooden cross ornaments at a glance - although he didn't know whether it was used to hang on his phone or on his backpack, he still bought it directly.
I still remember that in a phone call a long time ago, when she was casually chatting with Park Chulong, Wang Nanqian once heard this girl say that she herself was a baptized Catholic: when she mentioned this incident at that time, it seemed that she went to a Catholic church in Seoul to buy a string of bead bracelets and a bead ring.
As a person who has never believed in any religion, Wang Nanqian is actually not very able to understand the devotion of believers to religion: it's just that since his girlfriend is a Catholic who goes to church when he doesn't have a trip, he also tried to understand his girlfriend's beliefs more or less - and then he understands why this girl, who is a member of a girl idol group, has a girl who is not very commensurate with a debuted idol So introverted and conservative character.
He also somewhat understood why Park Chulong would be so serious and serious about formalizing the relationship with him after he took away the girl's first kiss in a drunk state.
Since her girlfriend is such a girl who has been deeply influenced by her faith, she would probably be happy to give a small handmade cross to her Catholic girlfriend on Christmas Eve on the birth day of Jesus Christ, right?
Whether it's the gift itself or his heart, she should feel happy, right?
Thinking about the smile she might show when she saw the girl later, the corners of Wang Nanqian's mouth couldn't help but turn up: he hung his headphones on his ears and played the song that gave him inexplicable motivation and made him make this seemingly impulsive decision.
'Dear you, today I walk with you through this street,
What do you think of the lullaby in the night sky?
and you who met by chance, two people holding hands,
With an inexplicable throbbing, the two walked together.
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Beloved, I clasp my fingers with you, strolling through this street,
What do you think of the love songs that happen to come now?
And you who make my heart move, two people hold hands,
In this strange street, two people strolled together. ā
Fresh guitar chords kept repeating in my ears, and listening to this sweet song and standing on the street waiting for his girlfriend should have been a very pleasant thing: but when the song began to be replayed for the third time in the singles looping mode, Wang Nanqian's good mood gradually dissipated.
Music can only bring warmth to people's hearts, but it can't really warm people.
It would be nice if you came out with gloves on.
Because the aunt at the handicraft shop gave Wang Nanqian a cute and delicate paper bag, Wang Nanqian's right hand is now completely exposed to the air: the left hand tucked into the pocket of the down jacket still maintains a normal body temperature, but his right hand is not so lucky at all - in the cold wind of December in Seoul, Wang Nanqian feels as if her finger joints have been frozen and cannot move.
It's been the third time he's heard the guitar of the intro, has he been waiting for almost ten minutes?
Because Park Chulong never appeared, Wang Nanqian, who stood on the street with her neck bent and had nothing to do but wait, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: Did anyone else in the crew ask about his whereabouts? Will anyone really go to the convenience store to look for him?
Shouldn't you send a message to Lee Jong Suk to ask about the situation? If someone really runs out to find him later, and seeing himself walking with a girl who is also tightly wrapped on the street will definitely cause a storm in the crew, right?
Just when Wang Nanqian was a little hesitant whether to confirm the situation with Li Zhongsuk, the mobile phone he had been holding in his left hand finally vibrated - because it had been frozen in the cold wind for a long time, Wang Nanqian's mood also became a little anxious, and he didn't carefully confirm the caller's information displayed on the screen, so he used the index knuckle of his right hand, which was about to be frozen, to cut the horizontal bar on the screen.
"You're ......"
Where are you? Originally, Wang Nanqian wanted to ask this sentence, but he had just said a word, and the remaining half of the sentence had already been choked back into his throat.
"Nan Qian oppa, where are you?"
The voice that rang in the amplified mouth of the mobile phone almost at the same time was not the sweet voice of Park Chulong that he had been waiting for, but the voice of another woman he was very familiar with and could be recognized by just a little nasal sound.
"Nan Qian oppa, what did you say?"
"I'm with Naranuna and Jong Suk and Woo Bin, isn't it Christmas Eve tonight, Naranuna said she wanted to invite us to dinner......" Qing Zhi was asked again and would definitely make the very sensitive woman notice something, Wang Nanqian ignored the second question raised by the other party, and quickly changed the topic.
"I thought you were so busy that you couldn't even remember that tonight was Christmas Eve," the woman on the other side of the phone laughed softly and interrupted him, "Nan Qian Oppa, after filming the music video for the title song of our new album a few days ago, Pani and I watched two episodes of your new TV series together at the time when we should have been sleep......ing, are you moved?
The woman on the other side of the phone continued to say something, but Wang Nanqian didn't even hear half a word: not far in front of his eyes, under the light of the dim street lamp, a girl in a white dress and a white dress with most of her face covered by a black mask was running towards him.
"Taeyeon, I'm too noisy here, I can't hear what you're talking about, I'll call you back when I'm done dealing with this side later." Only the girl who was getting closer and closer to him was left in his sight, and Wang Namqian, who didn't notice what Kim Taeyeon was saying at all, hurriedly made an excuse and hung up the phone directly. (To be continued.) )