'That spring in 1997.

The second development of my life with her has been going on for a long time.

We've all become different from what we used to be.

Now, here and now, I want to confirm one thing.

The agitators that were surging and soaring in my body.

It's because I'm shy when my peers who grew up with me find out that I've become different from before.

Or is it because,

To this person who has always thought that it was just a friend, it began,

My first love. ’

If real life could be like what is written in the script of a TV series, everything is so simple, as long as you want to do it, you can do it at will, how great would it be?

How nice would it be if first love was really such a simple thing?

When you see a beautiful girl, you want to pursue it, and when you see a handsome man, you commit a nymphomaniac. ’

If feelings were such a simple thing...... Maybe feelings are such a simple thing.

Rubbing his face fiercely with the cold water flowing from the faucet, he felt that his nervousness seemed to be relieved a little, Li Shiyan was already talking to Zheng Endi, and after the two of them finished their lines, they finally arrived at that scene.

At this point, director Shin Won-ho and Lee Myung-han PD deliberately arranged this shot to be the last to shoot before the official broadcast.

"Hey!" In Li Shiyan's deliberately sharpened scream, she walked towards her.

As he got closer, Zheng Endi's footsteps became clearer and clearer.

Raising his head suddenly, water droplets continued to flow from his hair onto his face and the skin of his upper body, and in his vision, which became a little blurred, Zheng Endi, who had a bored expression, appeared.

The high school girl's school uniform, the neatly cut bangs, the wide hairpin printed with dark patterns, and the mop in one hand: it was originally a shooting on the real campus, and when he saw this dress, he felt for a moment that he really felt like he was back in the time when he had not come to South Korea.

At that time, I was just an ordinary high school student, and I was studying hard to get into a good university under a strict tutor: think about it. The first "rebellious" thing I did in my life, and probably the only thing that disobeyed my parents' wishes, was to go to South Korea to be a trainee, right?

Then his life has since embarked on a completely different path: he can only rely on himself, and he can only strive to open up the future with his own hands, in such a seven-year life. How many good memories and youth have I lost compared to those peers? If I could choose again, would I still make the same choice as I did back then?

Li Shiyan shook off his head full of water droplets, carried his jacket and hummed a song from the other side of the pool and left the shooting range of the camera: Wang Nanqian, who felt this incident with his spare eyes, knew that it was now the most important moment, he gently pursed his lips and fixed his mind - it was no longer the time to recall the past and be sentimental about the past. He walked towards the girl in front of him.

was stared at by the man in front of her intently, and her eyes began to drift unconsciously: Zheng Eundi was not nervous about this Kiss scene, the reason why she was able to appear so relaxed in front of everyone as if she didn't care was because the guy who was going to play with her was more nervous than she - now she was really standing in front of the camera, facing the other party's gaze, her own heart was beating unconsciously fast.

He came over.

He came over.

He came over.

"Confirmed. ”

After this simple Korean word came out of the other person's mouth, the delicate face, which always had a gentle smile, magnified sharply in her field of vision, and then she felt:

Thin.

Somewhat cool.

Still a little shaky.

"Cut! Nan Qian, what are you doing!" The moment he heard Director Shin Won-ho's shout, the man jerked back and took two steps backwards, and Jung Eun-di realized what had just happened.

"Do you know how stiff your face is in the camera just now? Would you like to drink some wine?" Director Shin Won-ho, who knew what the "situation" of this child from S.M. Company was, couldn't bear to be too harsh, he tried his best to control his tone, and even put on a smile on his face that was a little more ugly than crying.

"Director, I'm sorry, I'll work hard," suppressing his current agitated and uneasy mood, Wang Nanqian bent down and apologized in the direction of Shin Won-ho's main shot. He himself knew that he must have been shouted to cut just now, and the moment he touched Zheng Endi's lips, he felt that he was having trouble breathing, and even his heart was about to stop: he could fully imagine how stiff the expression on his face would be at that time, "No need to drink." I'm sure I'll be okay this time. ”

Confirm ......

"Cut!Hey!Who has soju there?" This is the eighth time that he has called it to stop, is it the ninth time? Shin Yuanhao rubbed his temples and felt that there were about to burst out of the green tendons: how could he forgive this kid, but now that he is in the crew, he is an actor. It's just at work -- because of the same person's problem so many times to shout stop, this is the first time in the drama "Please Answer 1997", he feels that his patience is about to reach the limit, "No? Who's going to buy a bottle quickly! Nan Qian, you take a rest first, and then drink a little wine for a while before filming again." ”

"Director, I ......" I want to try to struggle one last time. Unexpectedly, Shin Yuanhao ignored him, stood up from behind the camera and left the place: I thought I should do better and better, but I didn't expect that because of the double pressure of Kiss in front of the camera and wanting to shoot well, I would fail again and again.

"Oppa, Oppa?" looked at Shin Won-ho's back, his heart filled with chagrin and frustration, and he didn't wake up until Jung Eun-di's voice sounded from his side.

Oppa...... Is this calling yourself?

"Ah......h

"Of course I'm calling you, otherwise who else can I call?" As if seeing through what he was thinking, Zheng Endi grabbed his arm and dragged him like a corner on the set, "I've kissed so many times, can't I call it intimate?"

The first time, my brain went blank.

The second time, it was like an electric shock.

The third time, I felt excited.

The fourth time, I started to feel used to it.

……

Now, it seems like I'm enjoying it.

When you see a beautiful girl, you want to pursue it, and when you see a handsome man, you commit a nymphomaniac. ’

If feelings were such a simple thing...... Maybe feelings are such a simple thing.

People always have to grow up, and the law of human growth is that teenagers will become men, and girls will become women -- but before becoming women, what is wrong with being a little "crazy" in girlhood? Youth should be like this, isn't it?

A teenager who has suppressed himself for seven years, growing up as a man in a cruel and cold-blooded environment that is difficult to breathe, difficult to survive, and his world is only full of iron-blooded rules, those disciplines, those punishments, and those cold facts that make him choose to operate like a machine - and the girl he is facing, this girl who is less than twenty years old and named Zheng Endi, although she has been a "senior" who has debuted for more than a year, but she has only experienced two months from the audition to her official debut- The worries and the things he had been cautious with his blood and pain had never been experienced or felt for this girl.

People only grow after they have been injured, and some people are clearly still "growing".

"Oppa, say 'Ah'. ”

"Grace ......?......!"

The tail note was quickly gagged in his mouth and swallowed back into his trachea, and the shock disappeared as it became difficult to breathe.

Maybe a dozen seconds? Or tens of seconds?

Finally able to breathe, he gasped heavily, his mind just blank.

"Oppa, are you still nervous now?"

The smile on Jung's face looked like a child who had received a Christmas present.

Without an answer, she rolled over lightly.

"Well, I like apple-flavored gum, but luckily it's not mint. (To be continued.) )