Facing the campfire, the four men were silently feeling.

When all the beautiful surging emotions settle down. The strange feeling of lying on the chaise longue before hit everyone's heart again.

That is, the years are quiet and peaceful.

This is a spiritual journey, this kind of travel, not only we need it, in fact, Jiang Xijun also needs it. He needs to keep his original intention more than we do.

The brief silence lasted for a moment before being interrupted by a cigarette from Kang Seok-jun.

He pulled open one side of his trench coat, pulled a box of cigarettes out of his inner pocket, and smoked two. Those who were not afraid of the flames held them in their hands and handed them directly over the bonfire and lit them.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he handed it straight to me.

Before taking a cigarette, I looked back at the sleeping car with the lights off. At the same time, I put one hand in my pocket and felt for it, and it was not until I confirmed that the freshener was still there, and then I reached out and took the cigarette.

Bring the cigarette to your mouth, take a puff, and the mist rolls through your nose, through your throat, over your lungs, and over your brain.

Three seconds later, two puffs of smoke erupted in a straight line, and after a few moments, they were blown away by the sudden frenzied wind.

At this time, the sound of music came from the mobile phone in his pocket. I took it out and took a look, and what was shown on the caller ID was Zheng Xiujing's name. Looking at the time again, it was 2:10 in the morning.

I don't know much about the time difference between the United States and South Korea, but Zheng Xiujing, who called, must know, so when she called me at this point, a little dose of doubt still crept up a little in my heart.

Pressed the answer button, and what greeted me was the expected sleep.

I took another puff of cigarette, stared at the campfire and replied, "I'm dreaming of dating a beautiful woman." That's what woke you up. ”

Listening to my words, Zheng Mango over there directly cut coldly. Hear this cut. I laughed and rubbed my hair: "What's the matter, what's the matter with looking for me in the middle of the night?" ”

imitated the words of the king in the historical drama. did not make Zheng Xiujing, whose laughter was in the fourth dimension, laugh. She continued to remain cold, rolled her eyes that I couldn't see, and then said in a tone that didn't add any spice:

"I watched the MV, what, what, it's pretty good. I heard that the initial data is very high, and the number of Youtube views has exceeded 300,000. ”

Squeezing the wind into the ears is a familiar special tone that pretends not to care. I can almost rely on this tone. In his mind, he imagined everything that Zheng Xiujing looked like at this time.

"Happy, of course happy. However, you deliberately calculated the time difference to watch my MV? ”

With a little ridiculous words, she sat on the airwaves of the return trip, and Zheng Xiujing over there immediately widened her eyes when she heard it: "Ani, how is it possible, I just happened to see it on the Internet by chance." ”

I used three words in a row to urgently deny that I was watching my MV. However, this explanation is clearly pale and weak. Even the latest views of Youtube are known, and they have obviously checked carefully. What is this girl shy about......

Although there was some amusement about her reaction, I didn't debunk it.

I picked up a cigarette that was burning a little far away and took a puff. There was a sudden silence on both ends of the phone.

Just when I was about to say that there was nothing to do and hang up first, she opened her mouth again more than 10,000 kilometers away. Only this time, I clearly felt the difference in tone.

"I heard. When you take over the filming of these two MVs, it is Taeyeon Oni who accompanies you. ”

Fifty percent of the degree of depression. Thirty percent cold, 20 percent lifeless. constitutes the entirety of this sentence.

Inexplicably angry, some came too quickly and caught people off guard. But luckily, as soon as she told me about it, I quickly figured out the point.

Sticking out her tongue and moistening her lips, just as I was about to sort out the explanation, she continued to say in the slightest tone:

"I'm also very familiar with SJ's Obas, so why don't you look for me."

Two consecutive words full of oppression made me unconsciously feel a little irritable. I forgot to explain it to her, and I thought it wasn't a big deal. But I forgot that a woman's mind is a nonlinear partial differential equation, and I didn't expect her to be haunted by this.

There was a sudden burning sensation in my fingers, and I threw the cigarette butt into the fire, which had unknowingly burned to my tail.

Jiang Xijun, who had already finished his cigarette, listened to my phone call for a while, and he probably noticed the change in me and cast an inquiring glance at me. I shook my head at that and said it was nothing. Then a man walked towards the sea.

Stopping five or six meters before the waves, the wind here is nearly a hundred times more chaotic than the mood.

Take a breath that is not too long, then spit it out, and put the phone back to your ear: "I happened to meet her over there that day, and she casually brought up that SJ was recording a new song, and asked me if I wanted to take a look, and I casually agreed." ”

The fact that I didn't embellish it was told by me as an explanation, in a calm tone, even as relaxed as possible.

But I don't know why, Zheng Mango on the other end of the phone seems to have erupted with all the accumulated grievances, and his voice is still stiff.

"I told you before that I wanted to help you with the MV thing, but in the end, I didn't have anything to do at all. What casually brought up and casually agreed, didn't I say it first? Do you think I'm just talking about it? ”

Following the previous two consecutive oppressive sentences, here are two more questions blurted out one after another.

The waves in front of me rushed to my feet, and I took my phone away and glanced to the side. To be honest, I don't quite understand her reaction at this point, and I don't know what happened to her. It was the first time I faced her temper. In my opinion, there is some vexatious temper.

Before that, I had already faced Kim Taeyeon's temper. Regardless of the outcome, just the process. Every time I face it, it's a headache.

"And what else do you want me to say?"

The campfires in the camp are dim and bright, and they will not be extinguished. When everything calmed down, the exhaustion of being forced into a corner began to sneak out again.

In the previous few hours, I had been in the sea and dealt with Kim Taeyeon's temper. So at this moment, I don't have much energy to appease Zheng Xiujing, who has broken out of grievances.

"And what else do you want me to say?"

This sentence is my reply by scratching my head and sighing.

Zheng Xiujing on the other end of the phone listened, paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, her throat was extremely cold.

"Then don't talk about it."

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The busy tone after hanging up the phone is not good, the rhythm is single, and the tone is cruel.

Beside him, Jiang Xijun didn't know when he came over. He handed me a second cigarette, which was lit by the last campfire.

I took it to my mouth and took a deep, deep sip. Jiang Xijun on the side, his expression changed for some reason, and the cigarette in his mouth was also sucked a big puff.

The third four smoke dragons were spit out, and this time they were still blown away for a second, leaving no trace.

He took a puff of cigarette and didn't ask me what that phone call was about. I could tell that he seemed to have something else on his mind.

Actually, you don't have to look at it, because in the next second, his heart was spit out.

"How is it, when you take her out for a walk, did you succeed in enlightening her?"

At this stage, there is no doubt that all of Kang Seok-joon's connections are tied to Kim Tae-yeon's body. Hearing him ask, I replied without hesitation:

"Actually, we were all wrong, and she said that she no longer had such a deep shadow about it. The reason why she lost her temper was to blame me for not being able to take care of myself all the time. ”

After telling the second fact in a thoroughly declarative voice, Kang Seok-joon's expression was a little wonderful, one moment bright because Kim Taeyeon came out of the haze, and the other time dark because of that reason. In the end, his expression remained dark.

In this world, everyone's mood has deteriorated, and their expressions have lost their light, and it really only takes a second.

Smoking, if the mood is dark, then smoke.

It wasn't until he finished smoking a whole cigarette that Kang Seok-jun came back to his senses. He sighed much longer than I did:

"Anything else she told you?"

"Yes, it's just that this matter is not suitable for me to say."

and Jiang Xijun, language has long been used. A simple sentence often contains a variety of meanings, meanings that only the two of us can understand each other.

As soon as he heard this, he immediately understood what I meant by this.

At that moment, he seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and after a random twist of his fingers, he pulled open his clothes without a pause to get the third cigarette. I didn't get in the way.

This time he smoked to himself, the cigarette burning at the speed of light. Jiang Xijun's appearance at this time is really a bit of a mother's taste.

It's been a long time since I've seen him decadent, and after the third puff, he bites the cigarette next to the corner of his mouth.

"What about you, how did you answer her."

Even though I didn't say anything, just that it wasn't for me to say, he guessed exactly what would be the worst outcome for him.

At this point, I don't intend to hide it, and I don't need to hide it in the slightest. I just lifted my toes and kicked the soft sand under my feet.

"She didn't ask me for an answer, to be precise, she knew I couldn't give an answer at the moment."

With just one sentence, Jiang Xijun smoked the cigarette at one time with the fourth puff. Then he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and I saw a clear fingerprint a little in front of the cigarette holder.

But as we both walked back, I saw that his hand was relaxed. (To be continued.) )