In Hong Kong, inside the Hilton Hotel. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zheng Xiujing trotted from the living room to the bedroom with her mobile phone.

"Ernie... Song..."

However, the words are not said yet.

She was stupid, she saw a scene she had never seen before, in her heart, the strong Ernie would never cry, he would resist everything, raise his head silently, and continue to move forward.

But, she found out that Ernie was crying with white Audio-Technica headphones.

She didn't seem to know that tears were falling, so she wore headphones, held her phone, looked at the lyrics, cried, sobbed.

It's like entering the world of music completely.

Zheng Xiujing knows.

She's not stupid, she knows Ernie who grew up with her.

She left silently, slowly leaving the bedroom with the lightest steps.

She knew that she Ernie might be in love with him... Wrong... It should be like him, and the word love can't appear yet.

Maybe Ernie himself doesn't know when he likes him.

She remembered that the smile on her face had never broken when Ernie was talking about him, and it had never appeared this time.

When she teased her about this, she was still arrogant and angry, and hid in the room alone, in fact, she just wanted to save face.

Although I really want my Ernie to fall in love quickly, to focus on other things quickly, and when I grow up, I don't need her to worry about it, I don't need her to be tired, but...

Zheng Xiuyan didn't know how the tears fell.

All she knows is that this song is like a movie or a TV series interlude, the picture is floating in her mind, and the song is transmitting through her ears to the brain, forming a perfect combination.

"Hello... My name is Jung so-yeon, are you Korean? ”

"Hello, yes, I'm Korean."

"Do you know Korean?"

"Of course, I'm a genius in the three Chinese."

"It's funny, it's the first time I've seen someone boast like this."

"Because you met me too late."

"Really? I don't think so. ”

"What are you doing in the United States?"

"Oh... I'm here to experience the customs and feel the erosive life of free America! ”

"You're kidding!"

"No, you should say, I'll tell the truth!"

"Okay, so how long are you going to stay?"

"I don't know... Check it out. ”

"Hmph... Don't say it. ”

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you speak? Zheng Xiuyan looked at the other party and asked.

"No, you remind me of my girlfriend like that."

"Aigu, your accosting is very cliché."

"Really? Aigu, I thought it would work. ”

The picture changes with the song, changing to two people eating supper in Koreatown in Manhattan, New York, originally the two wanted to eat Chinese food, but unfortunately Chinatown does not do supper, only Koreatown is making supper.

"Clear noodle soup, you also like to eat clear noodle soup?"

"No... My girlfriend likes to eat clear soup noodles, used to it, and didn't change it back. ”

"Boss, let's change the bowl of hot noodle soup."

"No, no, I just eat clear soup noodles, I like to eat it."

Waiting for her boss to leave, she said, "Did you do it on purpose or what?" ”

"Deliberately? What deliberately? ”

"You don't know me?"

"Haha, are you famous?"

"Then how do you know I like to eat clear noodle soup?"

"No, you're mistaken, it's really my girlfriend who likes to eat clear soup noodles, and we often go out to order each other's preferences."

"I have to say, you're really good at flirting with girls."

"Really?"

"Yes! It's the best flirtatious girl I've ever seen. ”

"That's because you have long hair and short knowledge, I don't know how to flirt with my sister at all, I have said the most touching words, only I love you, and the most touching thing I have ever done, only I love you."

"That's because you don't know how lethal this sentence is to a woman, it's enough to have this sentence, but only if she loves you"

"Your look makes me a little convinced, but your frivolous words make me suspicious."

"What are you doing? Why look at a girl with such eyes, don't you know it's rude? ”

"No... I'm looking to see what capital you have to get me closer to you with a purpose. ”

"Hmph..."

"First, I don't have breasts, but there will always be crowding, second, I don't have legs, and I don't wear high heels, third, my figure is not good, fourth, my height is not enough, fifth, my face is not very good, and sixth, my skin is not good."

"Tell me, what purpose will I approach you?"

"Hmph... That's because you don't have good taste. ”

"Possibly..."

"It's not possible, it's very likely."

"Maybe my taste is too high."

"Hmph..."

The style of painting changes again with the song, changing to the sun shining, located in New York's Central Park.

"Are rappers profitable?"

"It's okay."

"Hmph... If you don't say it, forget it. ”

"I don't know, because money is just for me, it's just to give her a better life, all I want is to be able to stand on the Grammy stage one day, sing my own rap, and have a hiphop celebration or concert at the Vienna Opera, it's that simple."

"Vienna? Grammy? Hahahaha, you seem to be making me laugh! However, is it funny for you to make such a joke? ”

"The difference between people who have dreams and people who don't, you don't have dreams, so when it's just a joke and I'm different, that's my goal, and I'm fighting for it!"

"Then why didn't you come to the United States to develop? Don't you know a lot of powerful singers? ”

"Because...... I'm not qualified enough! ”

"I almost believed it!"

"However, the American hip-hop scene is very xenophobic..."

"It's not xenophobia, it's because of arrogance, do you understand the arrogance in the seven deadly sins?"

"Hmph... Are you smart? ”

"Of course, otherwise why would you be pestering me? Won't let me go to Kansas? ”

"Pestering you? Is pharmacy Bilian good? ”

"Isn't it?"

"Are you tired of being an idol? I've seen a lot of news that says I don't get enough sleep. ”

"It's tiring, and sometimes you don't know why you choose to live like this, why you want to live your job like this, but... At least it can bring laughter to my fans, and I think that's enough, you name it! ”

"What do I say? I'm not an idol, I'm an artist! Does the artist know? ”

"Hmph... Will you be able to chat? It's obviously such a serious topic, and you made it! Forget it, I won't tell you! ”

"Okay, I'm leaving, I'm going to catch a plane, Girls' Generation still has events in Japan, here's my contact information."

"Okay, you can go quickly, don't miss the flight."

"Well... Are we now considered relatives? ”

"Inside... Don't miss me too much. ”

"Hmph... I'm a girl's generation Zheng Xiuyan, will I miss you? Let's go. ”

At the moment he didn't know, Zheng Xiuyan took a photo of his back with his mobile phone, pursed her lips and smiled confidently, at this moment, she changed, not Zheng Xiuyan who was willing to reveal her heart to others a second ago, this second, the moment she put on her sunglasses, she bloomed like a flower and became Jessica of Girls' Generation

Whereas... He's still the same he...

"Goodbye, dear, I think I'll miss you again!"