"Hey, Song Han wait for me!" Park Hyo-min finally caught up with Song Han, and Song Han had already gotten on his Audi Q5.

Park Hyo-min opened the door of Song Han's passenger seat, sat on it, panting incessantly, and kept complaining: "Song Han, can't you slow down?" Hey, I'm really tired. ”

Song Han looked at Park Hyo-min next to him with black lines on his head, and then said: "Park Hyo-min, are you stupid, don't you look at what time it is, if you don't hurry up, when you get to the Han River Bridge, the sky will start to darken." It's going to be the same as last time, how do you draw it? ”

Park Hyo-min looked up at the slightly west-slanting sun in the sky, and said, "It's also ha, then you hurry up, don't it's night again." I suddenly remembered that the last time you told me, the next time you met me, you told me again, why do you paint the day, not the black sky. ”

Song Han was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and the movements in his hands still did not stop, starting the car and driving towards the Han River Bridge.

Park Hyo-min has been waiting for Song Han's answer, but Song Han has been silent and does not mean anything. After a long time, Park Hyo-min turned his head to look at Song Han's side face, and said quietly: "Actually, it doesn't matter what you don't want to say. I don't need to know. ”

Song Han's eyes were blank, and through the car window, he seemed to be staring into the distance, grinning bitterly: "This is nothing?" After my parents left. I am most afraid of the night, because the night means insecurity, hunger, cold. Even if there is a glimmer of light at night. However, what I would rather see is the daytime when the sun shines on the earth. ”

Park Hyo-min's eyes narrowed, staring at Song Han for a long time, although he had something to say to Song Han, but he didn't know how to speak.

Song Han turned his head and glanced at Park Hyo-min next to him, and had to say that the creator was magical. I don't know how to create this perfect stunner. Perfect facial features, with a perfect face shape, one more is too much, and one less is too little. The corners of the mouth are slightly curved. Like a crescent moon, he said, "What's wrong?" Stupidly looking at me? ”

Park Hyo-min was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said goodbye to his pretty face, his eyes were full of panic, "No."

No, nothing? I didn't find out before, Song Han, you are still so handsome, hehe. ”

"What do you mean by not realizing before that I'm so handsome? I can't speak, so I've always been very handsome, okay? Song Han joked narcissistically.

Park Hyo-min was stunned, rolled his eyes, and said, "You are really narcissistic." ”

"Haha!" Song Han obviously felt that his mood was much better, and said with a smile, and then asked, "Hyomin, what has Ji-yeon been doing lately?" I used to text me a lot. Teasing me. Recently, why hasn't there been any news of her? ”

"Recently, Ji-yeon has been busy, and she will start her solo next month, and she has been practicing in the practice room all day, but she is tired, and after work, she goes home to sleep. Of course, there was no time to contact you."

"Oh, is it? When is Ji-yeon solo? When the time comes. You remember to remind me that we went to support her together. Song Han said.

"Yes!" Park Hyo-min answered absentmindedly, leaning on the car window and looking at the shadows of the trees passing by outside the window. Don't know what you're thinking?

The Hangang Bridge is not far from Namsan Mountain, and after a while, Song Han and Park Hyo-min came to the Hangang Bridge. Today, the wind on the Han River Bridge was a little strong, and Song Han felt a little warm today so he didn't wear much clothes. Who knows, Seoul in early spring. It was a little cool, coupled with the strong wind, Song Han was blown and shivered.

"Ugh." Park Hyo-min looked at Song Han and sighed, took off the backpack on his back, took out a coat and handed it to Song Han, "Hey, I didn't bring my down jacket this weather." However, this coat is quite okay. ”

Song Han was stunned for a moment, looking at the black coat in Park Hyomin's hand, looking at Park Hyomin, she was wearing less than herself. But, for some reason, there was no sign of shivering at all under this cold wind.

Song Han waved his arm and refused, "Don't, don't." You're wearing less than I am, and you're definitely cold. I'm fine, I can still hold up with this cold, besides, I'm a man, okay? ”

"Cut!" Park Hyo-min pursed his lips, glanced at Song Han with squinted eyes, and said with a disdainful expression: "Song Han, haven't you heard of women's warmth artifact, warm babies?" What is the cold of this if I have this? Do you want it? Don't forget it, still pretend to be a man with me. ”

Song Han was embarrassed, since Park Hyo-min said so, he was not polite to him, took the coat in his hand and put it on himself. I have to say that Park Hyo-min has a lot of neutral clothes, and there is no sense of disobedience at all when worn on Song Han's body.

After Song Han put on his clothes, he began to set up his drawing board and look at the scenery on the Han River Bridge. Because, I had already painted a half-finished painting last time, and this time the time to enter the inspiration was very fast, and it didn't take long to put pen to paper.

Park Hyo-min was still standing quietly behind Song Han, the wind blowing made her a little stunned, and her teeth kept chattering with her seductive lips.

Actually, what Park Hyo-min and Song Han said about sticking a warm baby is fake. She didn't have any warm baby attached to her at all. The weather had warmed up, and she thought it wasn't needed. However, the sudden arrival of the gale made Park Hyo-min glad that he was lucky to bring a coat.

However, she looked at Song Han, who was also trembling, and suddenly thought that the night before yesterday, she was still on the Han River Bridge. The things she and Kim Taeyeon talked about connected to what Song Han said just now, and her compassion suddenly rose. took out the coat from the backpack and handed it to Song Han.

Completing a painting is not fast or slow, and it is completed in half an hour. "Done!" Song Han yelled, and the paintbrush in his hand dropped the last stroke on the drawing paper.

Park Hyo-min behind her was frightened by Song Han's yelling, and she was blown by the cold wind for half an hour, and she was a little delirious. You said softly and weakly: "Song Han, you are done." ”

"Yes, it's done." Song Han clasped his hands to his chest, rubbed his chin with one hand, and admired the picture scroll he had just completed. I was very satisfied, and I didn't find anything wrong with Park Hyo-min at all.

"Yes, that's good." Park Hyo-min's words became even weaker.

"Huh?" Song Han realized that Park Hyo-min's voice seemed to be a little wrong.

Then, he turned around and looked at Park Hyo-min.

At this time, Park Hyo-min's face was like white paper, and his lips were pale without a trace of blood.

Song Han took a leap and hurriedly said, "Xiaomin." What happened to you? ”

Park Hyo-min didn't answer, he glanced at Song Han weakly, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

Song Han looked at Park Hyo-min, who had fainted, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold him in his arms, picked her up and walked to the car, leaving all the paper and brushes left on the Han River Bridge. (To be continued.) )