"Is this, dreaming?"

In a familiar room, the figure of the person in front of him who was talking made Kim Min-seok smile bitterly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's a dream...... Otherwise, how can you see your past self?"

The figure in front of him turned his head, it was Song He who had not lost weight yet!

It looks a little similar to Kim Min-suk's ID card, but maybe it's because both of them are fat, and Song Hyuk himself is answering the phone.

"This is, in March?" Kim Min-seok thought as he looked at his past self.

"Can the price be lower?"

"1600, no counteroffer. ”

"Good June, how can I say that I have bought peripherals from you so many times, so I can't take care of repeat customers?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you were a repeat customer, I would have only had 1600 for such a good location?

"Okay, okay, I know you're the most interesting in June, so I'll shoot the link?"

"In person or by mail?"

"Let's send it back to China. I've been staying in China lately, and I don't think I'll be able to get to Seoul until March 8th. ”

"It's a bit of a tight time, so you'd better prepare. ”

"Okay, got it, then wait for your ticket. ”

Turning off the chat interface of Weibo, clicking on the mobile banking, and looking at the little balance he had left, Song He sighed gloomily.

"Eh, take advantage of the next few days to catch a song out and sell it to return to blood. ”

No. Kim Min-seok looked at Song Hyuk with a sad expression.

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"Is it Mr. SK? Here's a copy of your delivery, please go downstairs and sign for it. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll go down right away!"

Just stayed up in the recording studio for three or four days at night, hurriedly completed a saliva song of medium quality, and estimated that he could buy it at a similar price, Song He received a call from the courier.

It is estimated that either the rations I bought from the Internet have arrived, or the June ticket has been sent back, and I didn't have time to change my clothes, wearing a vest and big pants, kicking flip-flops, Song He took the elevator and rushed down the apartment building quickly.

The greasy tangled hair, the dark circles that are about to drag down to the chin, the extremely pale complexion, and the dry and molting lips, Song He's raunchy and embarrassed appearance startled the courier, and the corners of his smiling mouth twitched faintly: "Sir, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"Oh, thank you for your concern, I'm just more homely. Scratching his hair that was messed up into a bird's nest nonchalantly, Song Hyuk casually dealt with the courier: "Where's my thing?"

"Here it is. The courier awkwardly handed over a well-packaged folder, "Because it's an international courier, you need to sign ......"

"I understand, I understand. Song He's eyes were already shining, he almost snatched the signature pen from the courier's hand, quickly signed his name on the courier note, tore it off and handed it back: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay. It may be the first time to see such a strange customer as Song He, and the courier brother only feels that his smile is about to hang up: "Please go back." ”

"Oh. Song Hyuk turned around and entered the building, dismantling the package while walking briskly, and finally tore open the difficult package and got the contents inside.

"Aha, it's my ticket!" Happy couldn't close his mouth, his eyes that were slightly swollen because of staying up late for a long time narrowed tightly, and he became smaller and smaller: "Let me see, 'Taeyeon's birthday party, No. 8 on the second row on the first floor', ahsa! Well done!" Song Hyuk held the ticket in both hands, put it to his mouth and kissed it fiercely, his whole face flashing with a happy smile: "Taeyeon, we are finally going to meet!"

While waiting for the elevator, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed the number: "Hey, is it Mr. Cai? Yes, yes, the quality is absolutely high, do you want to listen to a sample first? Okay, I'll send it to you in a moment. The price is still the same old rule! It's cheaper? Hehe, Mr. Cai, I'm here for the elevator, I'll contact you in a while!"

"A deduction, you have to bargain for such an affordable composer as me, and the artist can't be popular!" Song He, who hung up the phone, scolded angrily and stepped into the elevator.

No. Standing downstairs, Kim Min-seok watched Song Hyuk's disappearing back.

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"Hahaha, children, oppa, I'm going to see Soft, isn't it all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred?"

March 8, morning, airport.

Song Hyuk held the selfie stick, held up the phone high, and smiled exaggeratedly at the screen.

"Ahhh

"Bastard! It's okay if you go to Korea quietly alone, why do you want to pull hatred in the group! Uncle SK, I hate you!"

came to the airport early, entered the boarding gate through the security check and waited, Song He, who ordered a cup of coffee to refresh himself, couldn't help but start the live broadcast with traffic, teasing his already resentful friends.

"9494, Uncle is too much!Wait for him to come back and let him make a hundred soundtracks!" This is not a simple fan group, but a support station co-founded by several like-minded sones, Song He is the second batch of veterans to join, and has been responsible for the production of soundtracks for videos related to his childhood, which is also his job as a composer. Similarly, in the past few years, his remaining energy and money have basically been smashed into the station's support fundraising.

"You can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, oppa and I'll wait quietly for the plane. If anyone wants me to buy it from Seoul, it's best to speak quickly. Capacity is limited, first come, first served!"

Song Hyuk bit the straw and teased with a smile.

"Uncle, I want a Taeyeon pillow! I want to sleep with my wife in my arms every day!"

"Your wife, when did my husband become your wife? Uncle, bring me a pair of glasses from Jeonju! I'll send you the prescription later!"

"Oh, of course, it's better to match things like glasses yourself!Uncle, can you bring me a bag of the same style as Pani?"

Although he was called by an uncle one by one, Song He was not a little dissatisfied in his heart. is 26 years old, and he is indeed one of the best big brothers in a group of basically college students.

"Anyway, I should also go to Jeonju to get a pair of flat glasses. Maybe I can see my father-in-law, mother-in-law, uncle, and sister-in-law!"

Song Hemo rubbed his chin and thought to himself.

"Air China A138, flight from BJ Capital International Airport to Seoul Gimpo Airport, will start the boarding process soon, please go to Gate 35 to check in. ”

Listening to the prompts on the radio, seeing that the boarding gate not far away, the staff had already unlocked the railing banner that had been intercepted, Song He hurriedly said to his mobile phone: "Okay, let's not talk about it, the time is up, I'm going to board the plane, and we'll talk when I land." ”

Turning off the live stream, he picked up his backpack and strode towards the boarding gate.

No. Kim Min-seok wanted to reach out and grab Song Hyuk's body as he walked away quickly, but he forgot that this was just a dream of nothingness.

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"Damn, Fake, what the hell!"

With a black face, he forcibly passed through the customs, went through all the necessary procedures for foreigners to land in South Korea, and stood at the baggage claim gate, Song Hyuk finally couldn't help but scold anymore!

"Why is it today!Why is it this flight!Damn typhoon, damn forced landing, damn Busan!" Completely ignoring the dissatisfaction and disdain in the eyes of the others around him, Song Hyuk vented the anger in his heart as if no one was around!

Obviously, the time was completely in time, but now because of the hellish typhoon weather in Seoul, the flight was forced to land at Busan Airport. What's more, South Korea's domestic flights from Busan to Seoul have also been suspended and cancelled! And the time to arrive in Seoul by bus or bullet train is not enough for Song Hyuk to catch Taeyeon's birthday party, which starts at 4 p.m. and ends at around 6 p.m.!

How did you calm him down!

"Sir, please calm down. It seemed that someone had reported it, and the security personnel who had been standing in the corner finally stepped forward and coldly asked Song Hyuk to be quiet: "You will cause inconvenience to other passengers by doing this." ”

"I'll go by myself!" shook off the hand that the security guard was about to forcibly help over, Song He, who was used to staying abroad, stared at him with wide eyes and replied: "Beware of me complaining that there is a problem with your service attitude!"

"Okay, now tell me, where can I get a rental car?" he asked, leaning his hands on his waist and in a hoarse voice.

No. Standing behind Song Hyuk, under the gloomy sky, Kim Min-suk's eyes were full of pathos that could not be concealed.