Late at night.

The lights in the ward were turned off, and the whole room was dark. Only the floor tiles in the entrance were reflected by the light outside the corridor that peeked through the door, glowing faintly white.

Song Jong-hyuk was lying on the bed alone, his hands crossed behind his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He turned to the side and looked at his phone next to his pillow.

The phone that has been turned off lies there quietly, and the screen does not reflect a little light.

Song Jong-hyuk groaned for a long time, sat up, grabbed his phone, and reached for the neatly placed slippers under the bed.

There was still a slight pain in his legs, and Song Jong-hyuk grinned slightly and stepped on the ground.

Holding the edge of the bed with one hand, he slowly stood up, dragging his injured leg and slowly moving to the window.

The thick curtains blocked the light, only dimly reflecting the night outside.

Song Jong-hyuk opened the curtains, and his eyes lit up.

The night sky in Seoul, there is no black.

The whole sky was illuminated as bright as day by the lights everywhere, and the red colors concealed the deep night.

The building opposite is brightly lit, and you can vaguely see the figures of people still working in the office building. The streets beneath your feet are filled with a constant stream of vehicles. On both sides of the road, the signboards of the merchants are messily placed. Passers-by walked through it.

Song Jong-hyuk stretched out his hand and opened the window, and the lively sound from the bottom of the building immediately came.

The honking of cars, the laughter of passers-by, the shouts of the aunts of the cloth carriages to solicit guests, and the faint sound of music coming from nowhere.

“…… It's shiny, shiny, shiny, and shiny, and your eyes are shining

NoNoNoNoNo

So surprised and surprised

OhOhOhOhOh

Then the stimulation stimulates the heart to tremble

GeeGeeGeeGeeGee

Warm gaze ohyesah

Pleasant scent ohyeahyeahyeah......"

A cool breeze blew on his face, and Song Jong-hyuk finally cleared his mind.

Fumbling with the fingerprint-stained phone screen, he pressed the power button.

As soon as it was turned on, it was a series of missed calls and Kakao messages. Song Jong-hyuk frowned and clicked on the missed call.

Sure enough, as expected, all of the 12 calls were made by Xiuying.

When I boarded the chat interface of akaotalk again, it was also full of messages from Xiuying.

"Oppa, isn't it convenient to answer the phone?"

"Oppa, I'm so hungry that my sister won't let me eat meat. Buy me meat to eat. ”

"Oppa, get back to me when you see it."

“oppa……”

Song Jong-hyuk's fingers kept sliding upwards, flipping through the chat history until he saw the last message from so-young's hair.

"Song Jong-hyuk, do you want to leave without saying goodbye like you did five years ago?"

Song Jong-hyuk felt a pain in his heart, and the hand holding the mobile phone was so hard that his knuckles turned white.

The heartbreak and heart revealed in Xiuying's words made him feel that even if he was just reading the text through the screen, he felt his heart being clenched fiercely and pinched out of breath.

Song Jong-hyuk, you are such a scumbag!

Do you continue to hurt these people who love you now?

He held his phone in front of him and dialed the number with a solemn expression.

"Hmm, Zhong Hyuk, it's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

"Brother, do you have time now?" Song Jong-hyuk called his brother Song Jong-ki.

"What's wrong?" Song Jong-ki froze for a moment, as if he sensed that something was wrong with Song Jong-hyuk, and his originally confused tone disappeared immediately. He seemed to be hiding in a place where no one was, and his voice was a little louder: "I'm filming someone else's scene now, and I have an hour of rest." What's wrong? ”

The concern in Song Jong Ki's voice was undisguised, which made Song Jong Hyuk, who felt the warmth, feel even more uncomfortable. Thinking back to what his mother had no intention of saying, and the self depicted in Nan Enna's eyes, his guilt for his brother was accumulated in his heart, and he rolled and wanted to erupt.

"Jonghyuk? Is it still there? What the hell is going on? Can't wait for Song Jong-hyuk's answer, Song Jong-ki was a little anxious and asked anxiously.

After waiting for a long time, Song Jonghyuk finally suppressed his feelings, and the choked throat in his words calmed down: "Brother, it's difficult to have a younger brother like me, right?" ”

"Why, all of a sudden?" Song Jong-ki was relieved when he heard that his younger brother was fine, and in a blink of an eye, he was extremely embarrassed by his question, and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, it's just, I feel like this, I'm such an unconscious brother, it must make it difficult for you to do it."

Song Jong-hyuk's face was blown by the wind, and his eyes were red.

“…… Not really. ”

Song Jong-ki's voice suddenly became very gentle. Song Jong-hyuk was stunned for a moment.

"Not what you think." He seemed to be afraid that Song Jong-hyuk would not believe me, and repeated again: "Before I was five years old, my brother always took care of me." At that time, it felt like being an older brother was the greatest thing in the world. So, I always wanted to have my own younger siblings. ”

"Later, there was you in the family, and there was Ji-eun." Song Jong-ki recalled, and the feeling of happiness was overflowing: "My brother is busy with school, my parents have to work again, and you are basically brought up by me, so the relationship between the two of us is the best." ”

"Wuli Zhonghyuk is smart and trouble-free, he won't toss like other bear children, and he never causes me trouble." Song Jong-hyuk's voice carried a hint of a smile.

"Heh, am I the first ding?" Song Jong-hyuk was sneered at what his brother said.

"Ani, I just wanted to say," Song Jong-ki's voice became serious: "Jong-hyuk, no matter what misunderstanding you have, I have never blamed you for anything. You have always been my proudest brother. Allah? ”

“……”

"Jonghyuk? Jonghyuk: Are you still listening? Song Jong-ki asked.

"Mo, why are you so sensational? It makes people want to cry ......" Song Jong-hyuk whispered to his brother.

"Huh." Song Jong-ki smiled, "It's not all your fault, you asked me inexplicably what is difficult to do or not." ”

"Brother," Song Jong-hyuk stopped laughing, and there was a faint plea in his tone.

"Tomorrow, please let me be discharged."

“…… Good. Wait for me. Song Jong-ki didn't ask anything more, and simply responded neatly.

After a few more pleasantries, Song Jong-hyuk hung up the phone.

He sighed and looked up at the sky.

A meteor slipped right by.

Song Jong-hyuk silently folded his hands, closed his eyes and made a wish, "Please let the people who love me and the people I love be happy." ”

Two lines of tears, sliding down his cheeks, dripping on the ground, disappeared.

(Note: (1) Cloth Tent Carriage: The name of a street stall in Korea.) (2) Aunt: The title of the Korean proprietress. (3) Hatsudong: The meaning of Korean elementary and junior high school students. ）

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