'On the tired road of life, this is your best gift......

Li Zhixian lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling and muttered softly. After returning from Park Ji-sub's house, she kept reverberating in her head about the song that the other party played.

'Marriage', even if it is thousands of miles away, even if it is among hundreds of millions of people, it is necessary to find each other, and it must be ...... Li Zhixian patted his face: "Stinky boy, why don't you become a singer." ”

Although Lee Ji-hyun didn't want to admit it, he was really shaken by Park Ji-sub's feelings, a trace of strange feelings that had never appeared before.

At the same time, in the room shared by Park Ji-sub and Park Ji-yeon, Xiao Jung-tae was pressed under her sister and begged for mercy with tears and laughter.

"Say, are you in love?" Park Ji-yeon snorted angrily and pressed Xiao Zhengtai, and asked with annoyance on her little face.

"Slave, I'm only twelve years old......" Park Ji-sub defended with a face full of wrongs.

Is he and Quanbaolan in love? Whether it counts or not, Xiao Zhengtai will not be stupid enough to admit it.

"I don't believe it, look at the way you sing, the feeling in that voice! Ah, you're definitely in love, who the hell is it? Park Ji-yeon bit her lip lightly, pinched Park Ji-sub's face and pulled hard: "You lie again, you fool me again." ”

Park Ji-sub, who was speechless, could only vent to the other party quietly, according to the usual practice, in a few minutes! The girl would start pretending to be pitiful, then look at her with a crying eye, ask for a bunch of very outrageous promises, and then haggle until finally compromised.

"Didn't you say that you want to be the best brother and sister with me, how can you be with others...... Yikes! How can you fall in love with someone else. Park Ji-yeon is about to go crazy, and the girl has a feeling that her younger brother is about to be abducted by others.

"Slave, I'm in love with someone else, can I still throw you away?" Park Ji-sub rubbed his face, looked at Park Ji-yeon, who was riding on his belly and wailing, and said earnestly: "Think about it, I will get married in the future, and I will live with you the same, as long as you don't get married, will we be together forever?" ”

"That's what I said...... Park Ji-yeon's howl stopped, and said with a frustrated face, but after a while, the girl reacted suddenly: "Are you really in love?" ”

"I mean if, slave! You have to look at the long term. The corners of Park Ji-sub's mouth twitched, and he got up flatteringly and hugged the girl, rubbing his chest that had gradually developed: "Look, we are together every day, is there anyone else who can be more important to me than you?" ”

"So the slave just needs to understand, what I like the most is you, and the rest of the details, too much attention will be bad." Park Ji-sub looked at Park Ji-yeon with sincere eyes and said with sincerity.

Park Ji-yeon frowned, and got down from Xiao Zhengtai in disbelief: "That...... Hey, a share! Let me know in the future that if you dare to lie to me, I will definitely not let you go. ”

Park Ji-yeon, who couldn't find any reason to refute, glared at Park Ji-sub, then turned over and got into the quilt. Every time Park Ji-sub finds reasons that she can't refute, this time it's no different. If Park Ji-yeon didn't know what the relationship between her sister and brother should be before, Park Ji-yeon has understood it since the two kissed.

The two have long been no longer pure sister-brother relationships, but more like ...... Walking on a very strange path. And she also understands that this path does not seem to be recognized. It's just that she has no way back, or rather, the girl's simple brain circuit, she doesn't realize how taboo this road is.

At the beginning of November, the weather is getting cooler, and the clothes of pedestrians on the streets are getting thicker. Early in the morning, Park Ji-sub wore a coat that looked a little old and went out quietly with a schoolbag.

He postponed the filming of "Haojie Chunxiang" for about half a month, just to take out the finished product to meet the girl today. Located on a street near Chungmuro-ro, Park Ji-sub stood at the corner of the street, stomping his feet and looking around boredly from time to time.

"Ji-sub!"

Jeon Bao-lan wears a mask, and her body is thicker than Park Ji-sub. After resting at home for more than half a month, the girl finally recovered a lot before she got permission to go out.

"Slave!" Park Ji-sub trotted and hugged the girl, standing on tiptoe and wanting to kiss each other.

"Hey, take it seriously." Jeon Baolan was speechless and pressed Park Ji-sub's head, took off his mask and said angrily: "On the street, you give me a little restraint." ”

"Isn't it a panic that I haven't seen a slave for a few days, and I miss it." Xiao Zhengtai ignored the girl's shyness, forcibly kissed the corner of the other party's mouth, and finally stopped: "Let's go, go to Myeongdong, I just want to buy a few clothes, and by the way, I will show you my new work." ”

"New work?" Quan Baolan looked at Xiao Zhengtai dotingly, and couldn't help but ask in confusion after hearing the words.

"Well, it's not a book, it's a song, a song written by a slave." Park Ji-sub pulled the girl, stopped a taxi, pushed the other party up, and said with a smile, "I brought a CD player for you." ”

After telling the driver the destination, Park Ji-sub took out the equipment from his bag and handed it to Quan Baolan: "I'm going to study in Europe next year, at least three months, at most half a year, if the slave thinks of me then, just listen to this song." ”

"Study abroad?" Quan Baolan was stunned for a moment, and then pinched Xiao Zhengtai's face with a smile: "Promising little brat." ”

Park Ji-sub didn't resist either, urging the girl to listen to the song quickly. To be honest, in his last life, he liked the song "Marriage" very much, but it doesn't mean that he can write it. It took half a month, and the experiments of one musical instrument after another, coupled with Zhao Yingxiu's suggestions, finally put out the "Marriage" in his mind. Perhaps because Park Ji-sub is still a Chinese in his bones, the Chinese style of "Marriage" in his hand in this life is even stronger.

Not only the sound of the flute and the guzheng are added, but also the fusion of allegro, qin and various ancient Chinese musical instruments. And the consequence of this is that Park Ji-sub himself can't tell who is good and who is bad in this song compared to the original version of "Marriage" in the previous life.

Quanbaolan's delicate face still looked a little pale, but compared to the sickly half a month ago, at least a little ruddy. The girl puts on her headphones and presses play! Feeling that Xiao Zhengtai was looking at him with expectant eyes, he smiled and pinched the other party's face.

The beginning of the tune made the girl nod her head, a very charming beginning. But when Park Ji-sub's immature voice sounded, the girl's eyes gradually became a little surprised and ...... Unspeakable sadness.

'Don't let go of me on the day we meet again......'

At the end of the song, the girl looked at Xiao Zhengtai, who was still full of anticipation, and laughed with a 'poof', laughing very happily, but her sour eyes made her feel a little embarrassed......