For a while after talking about the song with the prodigy, Lee Seung-hyun rarely stayed with the members and went to see his classmates. With the slightly shrill whistle of the subway, the subway train door of Seoul Yeouido Line 5 closed mercilessly, leaving no gap, and through the window of the door, Lee Seung-hyun could vaguely see the residual frustration on the faces of the citizens who did not catch the subway, and it was left behind with the start of the train in a blink of an eye.

Standing silently at the exit of the train and waiting, because of the address of the rented house of the classmate, the transfer of the subway line was memorized by Lee Seung-hyun for a long time, the train window flashed the bright or dark platform, the projection of light deepened the light and dark colors on the face, and there was little sound in the entire train car, which seemed extremely dull......

Passengers and pedestrians will more or less project their eyes on the bodies of other passengers, and gently look at the people who are sitting on the train with themObviously, clean dress, with a bookish atmosphere, Lee Seung-hyun can't help but stop his eyes on the silent passenger at the entrance of the train, but there is not much communication, as if irrelevant pedestrians don't know each other and don't care......

There are not too many twists and turns in the subway every day, and there is no dramatic plot as depicted in the TV series, in fact, the most intense scene Lee Seung-hyun has ever seen in the subway is just a quarrel between a young couple, bickering, after all, a TV series is just a TV series, and life is always dull.

Apgujeong, the birthplace of fashion, a concentration camp for the wealthy, "the No. 1 street that leads Korean fashion", such a place does not seem to be too much to praise in any language, which brings together fashion, food, and even art and integration, and even the S.M company known as the star-making dream factory and the largest entertainment company in South Korea, which has cultivated: HOT, BOA, Shinhsu, TVXQ, and S.M, all of which make Apgujeong more shining and dazzling in the eyes of the people......

Of course, just like the shadow that the dazzling sunlight can't shine on, even in Apguting, where the rich and successful people gather, there are also "poor people" who work hard every day to live, and the remuneration for hard work every day is far less than the price of a brand-name dress in Apguting, this is life.

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"Auntie, bring me a fried rice cake, it needs to be spicy!" It is only three streets away from Apgujeong, but it is completely different, there are no bright shops of all kinds of goods, and there are no pedestrians dressed up in fashion trends on the road. Time seems to have returned to Korea in the 80s, where there are only grocery stores full of the color of the times, and the yellowish glass is still pasted with the celebrity posters that were all the rage in the 80s of the last century.

On the telephone pole in the corner of the wall, the tangled wires that seem to never be untangled are entangled, and the faint dim light shines on the corner of the street.

"Inside, got it." Casually answering the customer's order, the aunt had already processed the shiny red rice cake without looking up, accompanied by the tempting sound of sizzling, and under the skillful movements of the food stall aunt, the fragrance of the fried rice cake unconsciously drilled into Lee Seung-hyun's nose.

The eyes kept flipping with the rice cake in the hands of the food stall aunt, and the saliva began to swallow in the throat unconsciously, as if he felt a little embarrassed by his appearance, Zheng Yucheng lowered his cheeks slightly and did not look at the rice cake that had gradually become soft, there were many other snacks in the food stall, and it was the time to eat at the stall next to him, but Lee Seung-hyun turned his head after only glancing, and a thousand-yuan Korean bill had already been prepared in his hand.

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The old street lamps cast mottled shadows in the dim staircase, stepping on the stairs of the narrow corridor, the crowded stairs could no longer accommodate even one more person's steps, and with the faint figure reflected on the stairs, they finally came to a room on the top floor of the building, but the figure did not stop and turned again and walked towards the "wall" next to it, where there was a gatehouse leading to the rooftop.

Pushing open the door, a fairly open balcony appeared in front of me, with several pots of flowers and plants placed on top of the external machine of the air conditioner, and a small drying rack next to it was neatly placed with a change of clothes. Of course, the most incredible thing is the humble attic that occupies two-thirds of the balcony, and of course, there is a special name for such a building in Korea, which is the house tower house.

The house tower house is the Korean name for a kind of attic, that is, it refers to the highest floor of the house, and on the roof, it is a simple attic, and the attic is cold in winter and hot in summer, and the floor height is relatively short. Because it is a surplus part built later, there is no water supply system, and there is no gas toilet or anything, so in Korea, the house tower house is also regarded as synonymous with the poor.

"Huh~" Although in the eyes of most people, such a building can't even be described as a house, but for Lee Seung-hyun, this small attic is synonymous with "home", only here can he really relax and rest quietly for a while. It is also a channel for him to learn about Korean society.

"Tae-hoon, why don't you go down and pick me up?"

Click~ Holding the steaming fried rice cake bought from the food stall in his hand, he couldn't see any figure in the black, so he shouted, pulled down the power supply, and the dim light in the room made Lee Seung-hyun at the door unconsciously squint his eyes, and the light brought not only brightness, but also the warmth of the originally deserted room.

"Oh, Seung-hyun, it's here so soon?" The one who spoke was a young man of the same age as Lee Seung-hyun, shorter than Lee Seung-hyun, and when he saw the bright light, he raised his eyes that had been looking at the computer, stood up and said hello, looked at the rice cake in Lee Seung-hyun's hand, and took the bamboo skewer and ate it.

Although the sparrows are small and complete, although the area of the house tower is not large, but under the care of Kim Tae-hoon, the room also has a bit of a homely feeling. Because it is only about 20 square meters in size of a bedroom, the personal hygiene in the tower room is particularly clean and tidy, and the bedding of quilts and pillows in the corner of the room is neatly stacked, full of theoretical books on economics and some mechanical books.

Because it was built later, there were no basic equipment such as water and gas that other houses had on top of the tower, so a large bottle of mineral water for drinking became a must-have daily necessities in this house, and two or three bottles of mineral water, as well as a cass stove (small gas stove) and a whole bag of ramen noodles, were classified at the diagonal corner closest to the door, where Kim Tae-hoon arranged a simple kitchen.

Kim Tae-hoon is the friend who pulled Lee Seung-hyun to perform in the piano shop, if it weren't for this, Lee Seung-hyun would still be staying in the university classroom at the moment, his father and Lee Seung-hyun's father were college classmates, and the two families were very close, this house was theirs, according to his father's idea, it would be good to rent it all out, but Kim Tae-hoon didn't know what was crazy, so he had to live here, and he claimed to be the "son of the house".

Lee Seung-hyun has been here for a while and is familiar with everything here, he is like a hermit, and soon Kim Tae-hoon is browsing the Internet again.

"What are you looking at?" Lee Seung-hyun asked, flipping through the books beside him.

"A little bit of an economic problem, don't you have a trip lately?" Kim Tae-hoon didn't raise his head, in his opinion, there was no need to be so polite between himself and Lee Seung-hyun.

"I'm a newcomer, I don't have so many trips, I recently wrote a song, it's lyrical, it's a bit unsuitable for our group, I plan to make a sample to show the company's teachers, can you help me find a recording studio?"

Hearing Lee Seung-hyun's words, Kim Tae-hoon stopped what he was doing and his eyes moved off the computer screen, "Are you serious? No kidding? ”

Lee Seung-hyun patted the other party with the one in his hand, "Am I so boring?" ”

"Okay, I'll help you ask, a good sample can impress buyers." After speaking, he began to fiddle with his own affairs, and while talking to Lee Seung-hyun about his recent interesting things・・・・・・・

The night in Seoul slowly thickened, a few bright stars hidden behind the thick clouds, blinking mischievously, lights shining through the windows, and occasionally a few hearty laughter, just hidden in the boundless world.