"I didn't see it...... Lin Yun'er shook her head subconsciously, and then said as if she was afraid of misunderstanding, "Ani...... I mean, I don't see that you're not sociable, but from my point of view, you've done a good enough job, Mr. Zhang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Zhang Qianhan sighed: "What I said is not suitable for a state of mind, most of the time, I am always afraid that the conversation will be boring when chatting with others, so I try to make myself interesting." But it's so tiring...... Relatively speaking, I only feel relaxed when I am alone every day, and when I am bored, I don't have to care about others, so there is no anxiety. ”

Lin Yun'er's eyes lit up: "Oh, I feel this way too." ”

“Jinjia？” Zhang Qianhan wondered.

Lin Yun'er nodded, frowned and sighed: "Every time I act or do a variety show, I have to force myself to be very happy and naughty, and get closer to the crew and other guests in this way...... Sometimes I envy Taeyeon Oni, and it's good to just sit there and smile. ”

"Can't you change it?"

"It's been this kind of image since your debut, and if you suddenly don't do this, others will think you're dissatisfied."

Maybe it's because it's a deep conversation, or maybe it's because it's rare to find a friend who has a common language, the two gradually let go of the burden of their work when they chatted, although some words still can't be said, but they also have a lot less scruples and vigilance than usual.

Time passes......

Until we talked, I was a little thirsty.

Lin Yun'er got up and took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Really, it's been a long time since I've chatted so comfortably." ”

Zhang Qianhan smiled and said: "Of course, this is because we have been talking for so long and talking nonsense, do you think about it when you usually chat, do you subconsciously have some purpose?" ”

Lin Yun'er thought for a while, then nodded in agreement and said, "Oh, really, sometimes it's to comfort others, and sometimes it's to trick others...... Think more than you say. ”

……

"When did Mr. Zhang Qianhan come to South Korea?"

"About five years ago......"

"I guess I was still in junior high school at that time."

"Ani... I skipped ...... grade"

"It's amazing, which high school did you go to?"

As the night grew thicker, the clouds thinned like black smoke and drifted under the bright moon. On the silent side of the street, the occasional sound of a few cars passing by can be heard, and then it quickly fades into silence.

“……”

He let out a long yawn and became drowsy.

I don't know who said goodnight.

The next day, when the sunlight could not penetrate through the gaps in the curtains, Zhang Duhan had already gotten out of bed to wash, perhaps because his body was still weak, he walked lightly, and his hands had to hold on to things, otherwise it was the same as stepping on cotton, and he might not know which foot would be empty.

Washing my face and hair in the bathroom, the whole person is a lot more energetic, but I didn't brush my teeth, the new toothpaste and toothbrush should be Lin Yun'er's, and there are two towels next to it, one wet and one dry. Kim Taeyeon shouldn't have been careful enough to this extent, so the helpless Jang Dunhan went outside with his wet hair.

There weren't many people who could get up at six in the morning, only a few elderly people were outside in the yard.

Walked through the courtyard to the cafeteria, there were only a few people in the huge space, and fortunately there was some change in my pocket, so I went to exchange for a few meal coupons, and then went to the convenience supermarket next to it to exchange for bread and milk.

"Why did your hair come out without drying?" The salesman aunt glanced at him and immediately smiled.

Zhang Qianhan touched his nose and said, "The one who is next to the bed hasn't gotten up yet, I'm afraid I'll wake her up." ”

Hearing this, the salesman smiled and took out a hair dryer from under the cabinet and handed it to him: "Take it and use it." ”

"Thank you so much." Zhang was stunned for a moment, and quickly bowed.

"How did you get sick? You look pretty strong, too. The salesperson's aunt asked.

Zhang Qianhan blew his hair and said, "It should be infected with wildlife germs." ”

"Are you eating some unhealthy food outside, you young people just don't taboo your mouth, just ......stuff anything delicious into your mouth," the salesman aunt frowned.

Zhang Qianhan didn't explain, and nodded with a smile.

Sitting alone in the chair, slowly filling the stomach with food, my body finally felt a little stronger. Throwing the wrapping paper into the garbage bin at the door, coming out of this door, Zhang Qianhan was a little surprised, it was a small sports field.

The innermost is the basketball court, there are four basketball frames in total, accounting for half of the field, and there are four table tennis tables outside by the door, and several old people who seem to be in their fifties are around the table tennis table, playing with great interest.

The technique is still very good, there are chipping balls, there are pulling balls, sometimes I lift it coldly, and my fast eyes can't blink.

Zhang Qianhan stood beside him with his shoulders folded with interest, the sun had already poked its head out of the treetops in the courtyard, and the slight red fainted from the sky, reflecting the sky blue of the entire sky very thoroughly.

The old man jerked over, but the opponent didn't catch it, so he ran to pick up the ball, maybe there was only Zhang Qianhan around, a young man, so he asked: "Boy, can you play?" ”

"Ani......" Zhang Qianhan shook his head, except for the physical education class in elementary school, he hadn't touched a racket for a long time.

The old man moved in small steps, and said with a smile: "Come and I'll teach you, these old guys are not good." ”

As soon as he heard this, several elderly people next to him immediately coaxed unhappily, instigating Zhang Duhan to go up and abuse him, and several people pushed and coaxed him to the table tennis table.

"Isn't it really?" The old man looked at Zhang Qianhan's grip posture.

Zhang Qianhan nodded: "I just played twice in elementary school." ”

The old man didn't care, and threw the ball gently: "Then I'll send a simple one." ”

The racket swung lightly, the pale yellow ping-pong ball bounced on the table, Zhang Dunhan took half a step back and hit it back, the ball speed was slightly faster than before.

The old man smiled, didn't pull or lift anything, and called back directly.

The ball was a little faster.

As time went by, the speed of the ball slowly exceeded the average level.

"Do you cut balls?" The old man took the time to ask.

Zhang Duhan hit the ball back, thought for a moment and nodded: "It will be a little." ”

"Then I'll mention one, you can see if you can cut it back." The old man stepped back slightly, and this time the racket was not hit flat, but vertically up.

The speed of the ball increases suddenly.

Zhang Qianhan had to cheat, and in the blink of an eye, the whole world turned black and white, and the trajectory of the ping pong ball suddenly appeared in front of him, and several simulated hitting points began to be calculated.

There are counterattacks, there are counter-pull-ups, and there is a side-to-side backhand area.

Zhang Qianhan chose the position of the downward cutting, the wrist was slightly closed, and when the ball reached a distance of only one step in front, he slid the racket down along the trajectory, and a rate value continued to change with Zhang Qianhan's movements, and finally froze.

This is 2 cm/s off from the recommended rate.

"Good!" When the old man saw the ball flying in an oblique curve, his eyes lit up.