How far is it from Seoul to Jeonju?

Driving a Mercedes-Benz coupe and pressing down on the 120 miles of high-speed overrun, Taeyeon drove the general back to his home in Jeonju City in two hours. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although she didn't have a long time, she still sat quietly in the kitchen, accompanying her mother to finish the last course of a sumptuous lunch.

Putting all the stress behind and even going back to Seoul for the afternoon to attend the showcase, Taeyeon just wants to quietly experience the happiness of returning home.

"Wow, what a beautiful dress! Thank you Ernie!" Ha-yeon, who had just come home from school, was rummaging through Taeyeon's suitcase in the living room, looking for a gift her sister had brought her from RB.

"I didn't bring you any clothes, they were all my sponsorship! Didn't I put your gift in the front compartment?"

Taeyeon shouted at the top of her voice, but she had a doting smile on her face.

Shocked by the rummaging sound of Suosuo, Xia Yan burst out with a burst of surprise shouts: "It's Canon's digital camera!

"Don't get used to her, buy her such an expensive gift!" Mom kept moving her hands and counting in her mouth.

Taeyeon smiled disapprenousively: "It's okay mother, Xia Yan knows how to measure." As she spoke, she secretly stretched out her fingers and pinched a piece of meat from her plate to put it in her mouth.

With a "snap", Taeyeon's hand was knocked lightly by Mother Kim, and the meat was successfully delivered: "Dead girl, wait for your father to come back and eat it!"

"Got it, got it!" Taeyeon replied mischievously with a long note.

Only then can she put down her mask and become the real Kim Taeyeon.

"Didn't you say you came back on your birthday, and why did you come back in the end?" asked Mother Jin carelessly.

"Ah, that," Taeyeon instantly became silent, and it took a long time before he spoke: "There is something temporary on the company's side, so ......"

"I don't know if I will make a phone call to let me know, and your father and I will be worried. Mother Kim gave Taeyeon a blank look: "Do you know? It was raining that day, the road was slippery, and there was a traffic accident on the Jeonju Expressway!"

"I'm going to see Ha-yeon!" Taeyeon forced a smile and hurried out of the kitchen.

In the living room, Ha-yeon is changing floors and gesturing with Taeyeon's clothes.

I haven't come back since I left during the Spring Festival, but I haven't seen her for half a year, Xia Yan is like a wicker that has been pumped, she has grown rapidly, and she is about to surpass her as a sister.

"Ernie, will you give me this dress?" Seeing Taeyeon come out, Xiayan's eyes lit up and she showed her the clothes she had chosen.

Without having the heart to say anything, Taeyeon crooked the corners of her mouth: "If you like it, wear it." ”

"Thank you, Ernie!" Happily folding her clothes and gathering the gifts she had scavenged, Ha-yeon smiled with satisfaction and turned her head to look at Taeyeon, who had already collapsed on the couch.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Sensing keenly that something was wrong with Taeyeon's state, Ha-yeon asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's just ......" sunk face down into the couch, Taeyeon's voice muffled.

"Ernie, come on, I'll show you something good!" Ha Yeon rolled her eyes and tugged at Taeyeon's drooping arm.

"Ahh

As soon as she said it, she regretted it, looking at her sister's eyes that immediately turned red, Taeyeon quickly got up and coaxed and persuaded with good words: "I'm sorry Xia Yan, it's my sister who is wrong." ”

Snorting, Xia Yan smiled: "It's okay. You, you come with me. "The rhetoric has converged a lot.

Taeyeon sighed heavily, got up and followed, and walked into Daddy Kim's bedroom.

The walls are plastered with posters of rock singers from the 70s and 80s, and there is a guitar standing in the corner, which my father once taught him to play. The old radio in the bookcase, I don't know how many tapes from Taeyeon's youth are in it.

Despite the move, the layout of the old house has been retained in its original form, which reminds Taeyeon of the past at a glance, and she can't help but feel a little in a trance, and the pain of the wound she just poked by her mother is temporarily suppressed.

Xia Yan didn't have so much sadness, she went straight to the bookcase and opened it, and took out a thick booklet from inside.

"Sister, come and see!" Spread on the bed, Ha-yeon beckoned Taeyeon.

"What is this?" Curiously walking over and flipping it open, Taeyeon's eyes widened suddenly, "This is ......"

"In the optical shop, in your fan's room, sign the book. Xia Yan's eyes flashed with a sly smile, and she said, "Look here." ”

While rummaging around, she explained, "Actually, Dad didn't want you to see it, but didn't I already promise to give you a birthday present?" ”

"Well, look. Finally finding something she wanted Taeyeon to see, she flipped through the booklet and pushed it back.

"Is this, song?" Glancing at the somewhat messy stave handwritten and the beating notes on it, Taeyeon certainly knew what it was, but she couldn't believe it.

"Song, of course. Xia Yan raised her chin and said proudly: "Dad even sang on the guitar with his own hands, anyway, I think it's very good." ”

This is a song with a high degree of completion, and after two lines of cappella, Taeyeon immediately likes this clear style.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" Reluctantly looking away from the score, Taeyeon looked at Ha-yeon.

"It should be written by your fans, or someone else," Xia Yan couldn't tell whether the song was good or bad, but thought it was funny: "Doesn't Dad always like to look through the gifts given by your fans or something?"

Anyway, when he saw it, the song was written in this booklet. Xia Yan shrugged her shoulders and explained.

With some speculation in mind, Taeyeon hurriedly turned the page and searched under the score.

There is not even a song title, just a diagonal sk with a pencil on it.

"Oh in front. Xia Yan reminded loudly.

Taeyeon couldn't help but glance up at her, and there was a certain emotion in her eyes that made Ha-yeon can't help but shut her mouth.

Fingers hesitated, turned over to that side, and glanced at the words written on it, Taeyeon froze.

"First of all, happy birthday oh our Taeyeon!

Sorry I missed your birthday party last night!

However, today is only March 9th, so my birthday wishes are not late.

I'm a fan of you in China, a hardcore sone!

I gave a birthday present, but I didn't feel like it was enough.

So I wrote this song for you and I hope you can enjoy it.

Please be happy forever.

Above.

Song Hyuk"

Slowly shaking from her fingertips and blinking incessantly, Taeyeon began to gasp awkwardly.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Sensing that Taeyeon's mood was wrong, Ha-yeon restrained her smile and asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm just—" Taeyeon explained, her voice abruptly stopped.

Raising her hand and covering her mouth, big tears oozed from her eyes.

"Woo-" An extremely suppressed cry squeezed out of his throat.

It reverberated in the hut like a spiritual song sung to someone.

(To be continued.) )