"Brother, can I cry?"

After saying this, Park Ji-yeon burst into tears, sobbed, and cried loudly at the end. Her mind is like a movie replay, from joining CCM, debuting with Tiara, debuting in "Good Guy", and then reaching the top to now being Anti by the whole people, those bits and pieces are infinitely amplified in her mind, just like yesterday.

Ji-yeon.

When you grow up, how can you be happy and angry, and write all your feelings on your face?

Ji-yeon.

Do you think, shouldn't you be happy when everyone says you look like Kim Tae-hee? Isn't that a certification of your beauty? If you say that you look the same as Lord Li......

Ji-yeon.

As long as you are in CCM for one day, Uncle will not let those who want to bully you bully you show up.

……

Phew, you're still hyping up Sister Kim Tae-hee, what are you going to make a fuss?

Park Ji-yeon, you violent girl, why are you idol? You're a murderer.

Park Ji-yeonha, look at Liu Huaying's glamorous #Zhaomen, are you also involved?

Park Ji-yeon don't pretend, isn't it just beating the juniors and scolding the seniors? It's okay to say it, anyway, your character is not good.

……

Ji-yeon, don't be willful, okay?

Shut up, don't think you're a sister, I won't be angry.

I repeat, Kim Kwang-so is the murderer, since he is the murderer, then he deserves it, his imprisonment is a foregone conclusion, and the team should not mention this person again.

……

A concert in Hong Kong?

Don't be funny, forget the Black Sea on September 8th?

Park Ji-yeon, don't be ashamed and throw yourself in a foreign country, I think you should get out of South Korea with Liu Huaying, and I will be upset when I look at you.

……

These vicious words were like a demon with a butcher's knife, and the demon smiling fiercely and holding a knife, stabbed her mercilessly into her heart.

The pain of her heart was like a stab, the depression of suffocating to the point of not being able to breathe, and tears beaded down her delicate face and rolled down the table.

No matter how strong and how much you smile, that's in front of people.

At this time, she who was crying loudly and silently was the queen of people.

Weng Ting did not persuade her, so he looked at her calmly. Park Ji-yeon needs to vent, so let her vent and vent all the depression in her heart.

At this moment, a moving melody slowly sounded in the ice room.

Weng Tingjun remembers very well that this song was sung by Chen Baiqiang, called "Picking Stars".

……

"The sun is shining brightly, and there is an inn on the side of the road, and the name is regretted. There was only darkness in the store, and there was no bright tomorrow, but the owner took me by the hand and told me that this was a happy shop, and that he would never want to move again. How do I know that I straightened my shoulders, raised my head and said, I want to embark on the road, I want to be proud of me, I want to pick the stars and not be a prisoner. I am not afraid to step on a thousand mountains and do not mind, my face is full of dust, and I will step on the road again, the stars look high but not high, I will be able to pick it. The sun rises and shines on the long road, and the sunlight shines over the mountains and mountains, like I never want to stop. Single-mindedly marching a long way with the wind, and people who are tired will embark on the journey......"

……

At the end of the song, Weng Tingjun's eyes were in a trance. Park Ji-yeon stopped crying and stared blankly at the tears rolling down the table.

"Are you still crying?" Weng Tingjun's eyes were gentle, and his tone was very light.

"Don't cry anymore." Park Ji-yeon inhaled hard, sucked the snot hanging on her nose, and looked at Weng Tingjun stupidly, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm not ugly now." ”

"How can it be ugly?" Weng Tingjun shook his head and chuckled, looking at Park Ji-yeon's pretty face with rain and pear blossoms crying, and his ears seemed to be echoing the song just now, and his vision wandered.

Park Ji-yeon hurriedly wiped the tears and snot from her face, and found that Weng Ting-kyun was not paying attention to her, her heart quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then she raised her pink fist and rubbed her little head in annoyance.

How can I cry in front of my brother?

What a shame, what if he makes fun of me?

No, my brother seems to have wandered just now, he should feel disgusting, right?

Do you want to ask him if he saw it?

Isn't that right? The pot cake is super delicious, do you want to eat Sister Baolan's portion?

Park Ji-yeon sneaked a glance at the bag of pothole cakes, and then suddenly woke up.

Not...... What do I think again, why are there strange questions messing in?

"You're much braver than I am."

"Huh?" Park Ji-yeon wondered.

"I also have grievances, I also have anger, and I also have unwillingness, but I dare not cry, and I can't cry."

"Because my brother is a man!" Park Ji-yeon is rightfully authentic.

Weng Tingjun shook his head and nodded, "Of course a man can't cry, but a man is also a human being, if he is a human being, he will have affection, and if he has affection, he will naturally vent it, and it will be very tiring to hold it in his heart, so Zhiyan is much braver than me." ”

"Is that so?" Park Ji-yeon's memory seems to go back to when she was a child, when she miraculously got a perfect score in the exam, returned home triumphantly, and couldn't help but show off her grades in front of her brother, who was even happier than her and even rewarded him.

Weng Tingjun nodded firmly, "However, when Zhiyan grows up, you must remember that joy and anger are invisible, and women are like a book, and they can't be interpreted lightly by men, especially in front of men who don't trust them." ”

Park Ji-yeon bit her lower lip, her face was still full of the closeness of the cry just now, her pretty face was so red that it made people feel distressed, and she looked at Weng Tingjun in a daze.

Ji-yeon has grown up, and she must remember that joy and anger are invisible.

"Brother, you're so nice."

"But what's the matter with you, kid? What do you mean by crying and snot on my shirt? Weng Tingjun couldn't cry or laugh, saying that the simple box meant that the two could only sit side by side, Park Ji-yeon was crying miserably just now, and the snot and tears on his face were wiped on him.

Park Ji-yeon's pretty face suddenly turned red to the root of her ears, and she couldn't wait to get under the table.

Thank you brother.

Park Ji-yeon lowered her head for a moment and said silently.

"By the way, brother, what song did the aunt play just now? Listen to it well, is it sung by Jacky Cheung's predecessors? ”

Weng Tingjun shook his head, "It's not a senior student, but a person named Chen Baiqiang who sang it, and the song title is "Picking Stars". ”

"Picking the Stars?"

"Yes, Picking the Stars."

"Brother knows Cantonese?" In front of the Portpad cake stall just now, Park Ji-yeon was already curious, and now she is even more curious.

"yes." Weng Tingjun smiled, "Do you want to know the gist of the lyrics?" ”

Park Ji-yeon nodded. The melody of this song is very moving, and it makes people feel as if they are immersed in a dream.

"It probably means that a star shining in the sky suddenly fell, and then squatted on the ground and cried."

"Brother, you hate it." Park Ji-yeon is gone, which is clearly making fun of her.

Weng Tingjun laughed, turned his head after laughing, stretched out his hand to cover Park Ji-yeon's face, his eyes were serious and gentle, and his little thumb scraped off the crystal tears that hung on her eyelashes.

Park Ji-yeon's heart trembled, staring at Weng Tingjun's clean eyes in a daze, and his bright eyes were filled with pity and tenderness like a brother loving his sister.

The slight warmth of his palm came from her cheeks, which made her stiffen, her eyelashes trembled, and her pretty face turned crimson.

"Every girl is an angel with folded wings, remember, you must not cry anymore."