Kim Do-jun turned on the faucet, rinsed the blood on his hands, and a touch of bright red blood flowed down the pool to the pool, and gently wiped it with tissue paper, the blood stained the tissue red, although the glass slag had been completely removed, but Kim Do-jun didn't feel any pain at all, shook his head, and walked out of the bathroom directly.

Out of the company gate, there is a convenience store next to it, go in and buy two OK bandages directly, stick them in the injured position, look at it is not bad, at least it will not affect the work, clean up the mood and go to eat.

Although it is just a simple bowl of mixed sauce noodles, it is usually eaten in a few clicks, and it is even more delicious with the sweet radish sent by the store.

But today Jin Daojun ate tastelessly, kept stirring the sauce, didn't eat the slightest **, no appetite at all, thinking about what the three trainees said just now, he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart, threw down the chopsticks, didn't eat a bite, and went out directly.

Because Kim Do-joon is working alone in TIGERJK's recording studio, he has more time and is very free, so no one disturbs him, so there is no need to go straight to work as soon as he finishes eating.

Kim Do-joon walked down the street, quietly looking at the passers-by, and suddenly realized that although everyone's lifestyle is different, they are all working hard, men are working hard to support the family, and girls are also taking care of the elderly and children at home, the nature of work is different, and the income is also different, so the role they play in society is also different.

A word popped into Kim Do-joon's mind

"Joker"

Kim Do-joon remembered a book he had read when he was bored, the general meaning of which was about Socrates, and remembered what Socrates once said, that there is a clown alive in each of our hearts, and as a philosopher, Socrates actually does not have special qualifications, he is just a midwife.

The metaphor of the midwife helping the mother give birth to the child and Socrates helping the people to "give birth" to the wisdom of life is of course old-fashioned, but this ancient symbol of the midwife has another meaning, which is worth pondering, that is, the child who needs to be delivered is actually the child in the heart of each of us.

For years, people have been plagued by a series of big questions that have not been answered everywhere. As a result, we are forced to face two choices: we can deceive ourselves and pretend that we know everything worth knowing, or we simply close our eyes and refuse to face life's fundamental problems and enjoy being free from our troubles.

It's like a poker card split into two piles, with the red one on one side and the black one on the other, but every once in a while, the harlequin card will come out of the pile and sigh in its face, and it is neither hearts and diamonds, nor clubs and spades.

Kim Do-jun suddenly remembered a lot of things, Kim's father and Kim's mother worked hard, just to run their own small flower shop and that small piece of land, sometimes they had to wait for hours in the cold wind, just to send flowers to customers in the city early in the morning, and remembered Uncle Mustache, who lived alone in New York, came to the store early every day to open the door, and came home at the latest, no one came to see him, and he didn't know if he had any family, and he remembered Han Sung-ho when he just came to the United States, carrying a strong sense of self-esteem, and the situation of his struggle to survive in New York, and remembered the trainee manager of S.M company, who looked arrogant, looked down on poor and people with no background, and then finally even the trainees in the company secretly talked about Kim Do-jun behind his back, and the tone of his voice was still sarcastic.

Kim Do-joon suddenly stopped at the door of a clothing store, looked at himself in the fitting mirror, and felt that his mind suddenly wanted to say something, and slowly found the feeling again, which was the feeling that was both painful and inexpressible in words.

After standing for a long time, he finally poured out: "It turns out that we are all clowns of life." ”

We all live like clowns.

If you're lucky, you can live happily ever after, but not many people have that luck.

When people are poor, they want a better life, when they have a better life, they will not be satisfied, they hope to live a rich life, when they really live a rich life, they will want to buy a villa, and when they have everything, they want to love, but such people invest their health and time into money, and finally their best destination is the hospital, and finally it is sad that their most basic desire is to live.

So the living are lucky, because you don't know when the calamity will befall you, and you still have time to squander your youth.

As for why you want to live like a clown, it's because the clown always shows the audience a happy smile on the stage, you perform on the stage, the audience laughs on the stage, in fact, you are crying, but no one knows, you see people's ugliness is even more ridiculous than yourself.

In this ** dominated world, where there are people, there is struggle. People are crowded, busy just to live,

Everyone's footsteps are in a hurry, and you can't even stop to enjoy the scenery on the side of the road, people and things are changing every second, you always think that you are still the same person, retain the original emotion, and then the reunion has become nostalgia.

It's always crowded in the city, shopping malls, big sales, people crowding up with their heels, there are a lot of rules, and you find that you have never had the habit of crossing the sidewalk traffic lights.

We who live like clowns will look up at the sky every day, and God will close his eyes, and everyone will think that I can't see it, and you can't see it.

Kim Do-jun stood at the door and thought about it quietly, his mind was constantly spinning, it seemed that he was gradually inspired, and he was still humming the melody in his mouth, but when he was about to return to the recording studio, he found that the corners of his eyes were already wet, and he gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, cleaned up his mood, and went straight back.

Back in the recording studio, Kim Do-joon locked the door of the room, and he won't leave this room if he doesn't make the tune today.

Kim Do-jun returned to his seat, turned on the computer's music software, and began to record it while recalling the melody and rhythm in his mind just now, adding a little piano prelude appropriately, which sounded more mellow and more comfortable.

Kim Do-jun kept recording, the key points that need to be paid attention to, which places need rap, which places need feat, these are the places that he needs to pay attention to, under the orange light, Kim Do-jun wrote "rustling" on the paper, devoting himself to creation.

Han Chenghao finished his work and found that Kim Do-jun hadn't sent him a text message so late today, so he drove directly to the company to pick him up.

I came to the recording studio and knocked on the door, and when I was about to open the door, I found that the door of the recording studio was locked from the inside.

There was no way, Han Chenghao knew that Kim Do-jun must be creating, and he was too embarrassed to disturb him, so he could only wait quietly outside the door.

After a while, about twelve o'clock in the night, the door of the recording studio suddenly opened, Kim Do-jun stretched his waist and yawned, although he looked tired, he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and his expression was bright, as if there was some happy event.

Han Sung-ho could see at a glance that Kim Do-joon's song should have been composed, so he stepped forward to congratulate him.

"Daojun, I see you're in a good mood, why have you already written the song?" Han Chenghao also asked with a happy face

"Well, it's almost, there's still a little bit of a small modification that's basically done, but I haven't filled in the words yet, I'm not in a hurry, let's get it tomorrow, it's too late today, I have to go back and think about it." Kim Do-joon has just finished composing and seems to be in a good mood.

"Then I want to congratulate our Young Master Jin, the composer of Jinda, the first song in his life has been created." After Han Sung-ho heard that Kim Do-jun wrote a song for the first time, he quickly congratulated him.

"Then thank you Brother Cheng Hao, hehe, okay, let's go back quickly, my stomach is almost hungry, why don't we go eat barbecue?" ，

Kim Do-joon was in a good mood, he found that he hadn't eaten anything at night, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger, since the song was basically completed, there was no need to be himself, so it was better to fill his stomach first, and now the rest is just a side matter, just a slight modification.

"Okay, let's go have a barbecue, now it would be nice to have two more glasses of soju." As soon as Han Chenghao heard the barbecue, he immediately thought of soju, and now in this weather, while cutting the barbecue, drinking soju is really pleasant, this is the real life.

"Brother Cheng Hao, didn't you mean it? Knowing that I can't drink yet. ”

Jin Daojun looked at Han Chenghao and rolled his eyes, knowing that Brother Chenghao deliberately teased himself, he can't drink before he is an adult, especially in a country like South Korea, you can only drink alcohol after adulthood, if the boss sells alcohol to minors, he will not only be fined, but also punished.

"Hehe, then I'll be disrespectful, I'll enjoy it to myself, as for you, drink it." After speaking, he deliberately glanced in the rearview mirror and grimaced.

Jin Daojun looked at Han Chenghao speechlessly, how old a person is to do such a thing, it is so naïve, he directly ignored him, clasped his hands to his chest and did not speak.

"It turns out that writing songs is like **, and that feeling is really refreshing from the beginning to the end."

Note 1: Leessang's "Joker" is very good, you can listen to it.