The old man's name is Kim Tae-young.

On the way to the top floor of the hotel, the two learned the old man's name, Lin Yuna blinked her big eyes, took Kim Tae-yeon's arm and tilted her head and said, "Hara Boji, are you the famous industrialist?"

The old man leaned on his body and said calmly: "It's all a false name, and you can't count them."

"Harapoji, you're too immodest, you're obviously very happy to come." Lin Yun'er turned her head sideways, I saw through your cute expression.

The old man smiled happily: "You girl, ......"

"Hara Boji knows Xia Xuan, right?" Lin Yun'er suddenly smiled lightly.

Kim Taeyeon was stunned, looking at Lin Yun'er with a complicated expression: "Yun'er ......"

"I've seen it all." Lin Yun'er pulled her hair behind her ears and stuck out her little tongue cutely: "On the plane, the man sitting next to Chief Xu is also him, right?"

Kim Taeyeon nodded, "Well, it's him."

The old man sighed and smiled as if reminiscing: "I haven't seen that kid for a long time."

Lin Yun'er's expression was a little strange: "Hara Boji, how do you know Assistant Xia?" I feel like you're on good terms. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously: "Assistant Xia?"

Lim Yoona pointed at Kim Taeyeon, and her smile turned into a crescent moon: "Ha Xuan is Taeyeon Oni's assistant, Taeyeon Oni and I are artists of S.M Entertainment, Girls' Generation, have you heard of Harapoji?"

The old man was a little confused: "It's the Korean one...... Alas, I'm old and I don't have a memory. ”

Lin Yun'er pursed her lips: "Hara Boji, you are really an industrialist."

Kim Taeyeon pulled Lim Yoona's arm and said softly, "Old man, our Yoona has a lively personality, please forgive me if I say something wrong."

The old man shook his head and smiled: "The old man hasn't been so happy for a long time, I like this girl very much, but it's you, it doesn't seem like you to talk."

Lin Yun'er waved her hand and muttered: "Taiyan Oni is usually not like this, she, how can I say it, ah, I should be a little afraid of life!"

"Otherwise, you'll have a crazy time."

"Yuna!" Kim Taeyeon glanced at her helplessly, looked at the old man and said apologetically, "I'm not such a lively person."

The old man suddenly asked, "Your name is Taeyeon, right?" What about the full name? ”

Kim Taeyeon nodded: "Nei, my name is Kim Taeyeon."

The old man's body trembled slightly, and then he exhaled and shook his head: "Looking at it this way, you don't look like my granddaughter's personality at all."

"Your granddaughter?" Kim Taeyeon was stunned.

The old man's words were inaudible and trembling: "That kid should be very happy if he sees you."

Lin Yuna looked at it curiously: "Hara Boji, is your granddaughter a fan of Taeyeon Oni?"

The old man immediately smiled: "Let's go, I'll show you something."

Curry.

The door was gently opened.

This is a studio.

The interior is simply furnished, surrounded by a patch of coloured walls, the colour-stained floor covered with odd graffiti, and a few pots of flowers in the corners, with the fresh scent wafting in.

In the center of the studio stands a small bench, and on the easel there is an unfinished painting, with paints and brushes neatly placed aside, and the colors of the palette are staggered.

"A friend came some time ago, and he didn't clean up, so you guys will just take a break." The old man had a headache when he thought of the man's masterpiece.

Kim Taeyeon said softly, "No, I think this kind of studio is very stylish."

Lin Yuna's eyes suddenly lit up, and she jumped up and down like a rabbit to one of the paintings, turned back to Kim Taeyeon and said excitedly: "Taeyeon Oni, look, isn't this the painting that Xia Xuan painted for me?"

The fence blown by the breeze, the starlit night sky was shining, and the pure white skirt fluttered in the wind.

Bright light sprinkled, long hair scattered on her shoulders, light and shadow intertwined, she was like a moonlight goddess, her clear eyes looking at the endless starry sky.

Painting, plausible.

Kim Taeyeon glanced at it, shook her head and said, "You can see it carefully, although the back is similar, this person is not you."

"Really?" Lin Yun'er muttered in a low voice: "I think it's me who painted."

The old man smiled happily: "She's right, this person is not you."

"Who's that?" Lin Yun'er blinked curiously.

"She's the wife of a friend of mine." The old man pointed to several other paintings on the wall and said, "He painted several paintings here."

"It's so well drawn." Lin Yun'er glanced at it and nodded in admiration.

Kim Taeyeon's gaze fell on another corner.

She approached slowly, and did not stop until the painting on the wall was fully visible.

It is surrounded by a sea of sunflowers.

The sun was dazzling, golden everywhere, and the girl's pure smile was like starlight.

She stood in the middle of a sea of flowers, her long hair fluttering in the wind, her short light blue skirt swaying slightly, and her eyes were like jewels, looking into the distance.

At the end of the sea of flowers, there was a teenager smiling cleanly.

The moment the two looked at each other, it was as if the whole world was still.

Time flew between her and him.

Silent, as if traveling through time, those fragments quietly melted into Kim Taeyeon's eyes.

Facing the sea of flowers, the flakes fell and swept her hair.

At that moment, the light and shadow were raging, and when she looked up, she also saw the clean boy at the end of the sea of flowers.

The painting is beginning to shatter.

The fluttering flakes quickly dissipated like snowflakes, and this time, at the end of the sea of flowers, the person standing was the girl like the sun.

The girl looked at her, her slender hand stretched out, and her pure smile was bright like a sunflower.

The sound is as soft and light as ever.

"Hello, Kim Taeyeon."