Standing in front of the window, quietly watching the flow of people with umbrellas on the street below, Lee Seung-hyun felt a little cool, as if the rain outside was hitting him. Could it be that he has a holiday, and he is staying in the dormitory with the prodigy at the moment, chatting with each other.

After the rainy season in Seoul, there is often such a light rain weather, which is non-stop from morning to night, which makes people feel inexplicably restless. A gust of wind whipped in the rain, blurring the window pane, and then water droplets slid down with clear trails from above.

The rain gradually became heavier, and as far as the eye could see, it was foggy.

"It's raining so much, it's really rare to see such a heavy rain at this time?"

The prodigy's lazy voice came from behind him, and Lee Seung-hyun scratched his finger on the glass mist and tried to pull the corners of his mouth and replied, "Aren't you Korean?" Haven't you seen this kind of weather? ”

"There are always times when the weather is abnormal!"

"That's just as well!" The corners of Lee Seung-hyun's mouth finally flashed a smile, and then as the water droplets on the glass fell, he turned around, looked at the prodigy who was lying on the low table and was concentrating on painting, and asked in a calm tone, "Brother, when did you start learning to draw?" But the big difference? ”

"Of course. "The prodigy raised his head and glanced at Lee Seung-hyun, then lowered his head again to sketch the unfinished painting, "the mottled walls, the cherry blossoms in full bloom, and the two people looking at each other, you can really imagine." ”

Lee Seung-hyun left the window, came to the back of the prodigy and looked at him drawing paper, looking at the white paper pressed under his fat hand, with a beautiful picture scroll painted on it, "Brother, if you don't want to be a singer, you can consider becoming a painter, but this picture seems to mean something else?" ”

"Do you feel the same way?" Raising his eyes and seeing Lee Seung-hyun nodded, the prodigy lowered his eyes and wiped off the wrong stroke, and said with a satisfied expression on his face, "Actually, I haven't finished painting yet, there should be people around, and when I meet each other in the sea of people, all the friendship is in sight." ”

Hearing these words, Lee Seung-hyun did not laugh, but pondered, not to mention a prodigy, as if the characters on the picture scroll were himself, the longer he looked at the picture scroll, a melody hovered in his mind for a long time. He got up and asked, "Brother, have you ever met one?" ”

The prodigy replied with a smile without raising his head, "No, it's just like that, in fact, imagination is also a kind of beauty!" ”

Lee Seung-hyun and the prodigy live in a small dormitory, with a two-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and bathroom. The kitchen is open plan and connected to the dining room and living room, so he moved here to make it easier for him to go to work nearby. Usually always mixed with prodigies, and occasionally brought to the East China Sea.

Lee Seung-hyun got up and brewed two cups of coffee and placed them in front of the prodigy, he slowly stirred them in with a spoon, and the hot air slowly blindfolded him. He turned his head to look at the prodigy who was lying on the edge of the table and tapping the carpet with his two toes from time to time, neither of them had an itinerary that day, while the other team members had a variety show itinerary.

"Brother, maybe we can try to express this picture with music!" After taking a sip and putting down the spoon, Lee Seung-hyun held his hands on the ears of the coffee cup, and his knuckles glowed white.

"Oh, with what content, did you meet you in the sea of people?" The prodigy crouched on the white paper and muttered that he was adding background characters, and then replied loudly. "What do you think?"

Lee Seung-hyun took a deep breath and almost used all his strength to spit out what he was about to say, "Yes, it's a little, but it's not very mature." ”

The brush pressed heavily on the white paper, and the tip of the pen was crisply broken. After a while. The prodigy raised his head and looked at Lee Seung-hyun opposite, writing a song with only one painting, which was always a little incredible, "Are you sure you can?" ”

"Of course, in the midst of a sea of people like tens of thousands of stars, I met you." Lee Seung-hyun's hand trembled slightly, and the coffee cup clicked softly against the tray underneath. He glanced at the prodigy, who had studied composition before, but had not really tried to write his own songs, and he was even a little eager to get the prodigy's approval.

"Do you want to use this as the central sentence?" The prodigy put down the brush in his hand and laughed lowly, he wiped it on another piece of white paper with his hand, then crumpled it up and threw it into the paper basket and complained, "It looks good." ”

"Meet each other, and then pass by in a trance." The prodigy got up from the table, closed the window, and said to Lee Seung-hyun, "The story is a bit poignant, it should be a lyrical song, not for our group!" ”

Hearing the sound of the window closing, Lee Seung-hyun didn't move, looking at the slowly steaming hot coffee and stunned.

Suddenly, he took the waste paper that the prodigy had thrown aside, turned out the crumpled drawing paper inside, and unfolded it. On the crumpled white paper, the two people drawn on it met in the season of cherry blossoms, and their hearts were shaken in an instant.

The people in the courtyard didn't care to put on their shoes, opened the gate and rushed towards the half-open stairway, the cool breeze and the rain continued to roll in, and the water spread a thin layer on the steps. Stepping on the splash of water, he ran down quickly, and the moment he unfolded the paper, it was as if it was the season of breakup, and even the prodigy was immersed in his own painting, and he couldn't let go of it.

"Meet you in the middle of the crowd!" Outside the window, it was gray, and before dawn, Lee Seung-hyun slowly opened his eyes. Holding the pen of the prodigy just now, he wrote these words on the paper, but he couldn't say his heart, it was just a dream-like encounter.

He will no longer hesitate, nor will he be entangled, if he likes it, he likes it, so why bother to keep worrying about whether he can meet it? He knew that from the first time he saw her, he liked her without any impurities, and that was enough.

The past of entering the company flashed through his mind one by one, and he met unexpectedly, got along alone, and held her hand for the first time...... He decided to write the melody in his head to convey his true heart.

Lee Seung-hyun snapped his fingers, and the prodigy saw Lee Seung-hyun at this moment, and it seemed that he had already thought of the song. He pulled out a blank piece of paper on the table and wrote on it quickly.

"I never expected such a great fate, I always thought that every day after you left,

If you don't expect that fate can't be filled, in a sea of people like tens of thousands of stars, I met you,

I recognized each other like a dream, and I felt that I couldn't even give, but I still enjoyed love,

It's all a miracle, and I'm confident that I've grown up like yesterday,

I can't let go of this marriage, I look like a child・・・・・・・・

Time passes forever, and maybe we will meet again, if our love is fate, if I am your miracle・・・・・・・・"

When the last line of the lyrics was completed, Lee Seung-hyun threw down the pen and paper in his hand and looked up to find the prodigy standing beside him.

The prodigy looked at the notes and phrases all over the place, and still asked unconvinced, "Seung-hyun, this is ...... written."

"Well, do you need to change it again......" Lee Seung-hyun nodded, he frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Maybe, if you have the chance, you can publish it!" ”

"Are you serious?!" Looking at Lee Seung-hyun's clear expression, his face was full of seriousness, and the surprise on the prodigy's face immediately turned into hesitation, "Why don't you try to sing it again?" ”

"Yes, you're the first listener!" Lee Jae-min replied with a smile, "A song is like a story, and it is also a way to express people's hearts. ”

"Need an accompaniment?"

"It's okay, just a cappella!" Lee Seung-hyun shook his hand, thought for a while, and said, "You listen・・・・・・." The words just fell. Lee Seung-hyun's voice sounded in the empty room, accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window, as if he had returned to the first time he saw her.

"Listen to it, you're really amazing, Seung-hyun~" Hearing Lee Seung-hyun's audition, the prodigy saw Lee Seung-hyun's singing skills in its entirety for the first time, and thought to himself that maybe that's why he had to add someone.

What the prodigy didn't expect was that Lee Seung-hyun composed the lyrics in such a short period of time, and he had barely seen Lee Seung-hyun reveal that he could compose music before that. Although he was praised by the prodigy, Lee Seung-hyun still smeared and revised it, and after thinking of the place to make changes, he immediately got up and got busy. The prodigy, on the other hand, was always watching, occasionally suggesting a little revision.

In this way, the two of them have become busy because of a painting and the boy's longing for love, but the rain outside the window still hasn't stopped, the one in Lee Seung-hyun's heart, maybe she is looking at the rain outside the window in a daze!