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There was only a small bedside lamp in the room, glowing with orange shimmer, light as herbal tea on an autumn afternoon, and the moonlight of the deep winter poured into the room like flowing water, haunting the young man who was contemplating, and draped him in a layer of silver-white armor.

At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Hee Cheng took out a piece of tissue paper and carefully wiped the tears on his face.

He is not a person who likes to cry, but he remembers that his mother said that people who cry are more vulnerable and more likely to be sad

After seeing too much sentimentality and heartbreaking, he can't tell the boundary between reality and illusion, those lingering and sympathetic loves, maybe beautiful and timeless, or lingering nostalgia, actually have nothing to do with him.

It was he himself who forcibly brought in himself to feel those heartaches.

The word love hurts people the most, and the dissipated love is like a bubble, and it is not the love itself that is broken, but hope.

However, at that time, recalling the love of the past, the sentimentality did not weaken, but because of the precipitation and fermentation of time, it was more sad.

It has been said that what is lost is beautiful.

It's as spiritless as being shot

I just want to laugh, so I laugh, I laugh like that, I laugh like that

Empty smiled

Just wanted to ask

Why we broke up

How can you break up, how will you break up

……

It's really strange that you can live in such pain, so painful

How can I forget you that I don't know don't know

There is a hole in the heart that cannot be repaired, so the pain is worse than death

Whine~

Woke up at 7 a.m. sharp, I started to rinse my mouth and take a shower.

Nothing has changed. Parting was meant to be like that.

When a complete song is gradually completed at the tip of the pen, a "paper ball" in Xicheng's mind slowly unfolds towards him, and it is an improved version of the new song he has made.

This is a song tailor-made for Baek Ji-young by South Korea's first composer Fang Si-hyuk, and it is not widely sung in China, many people only occasionally hear it and don't even know the name, plus it is in Korean, and people who hear it only feel that the melody is sad and sad at most, and it will not resonate too much.

But the otaku is a master of Japanese and Korean languages, and he was falling out of love at the time, and when he heard this song, he couldn't help crying on the bus.

Xicheng sighed, and smiled bitterly in his heart, why do I always want to do this kind of thing, writing about these women's lovelorn things, who am I provoking whom.

Anyway, the new song is out, even if it can't be said to be better than "La La La", but it is more than enough to prove itself, especially for S Entertainment Company.

As it is written in the new song, he got up on time at 7 a.m., and he began to rinse his mouth and take a shower, and nothing changed.

The young man in the mirror was unusually familiar, his face was a little too fair, his head was slightly long, and the droplets of water condensed on the black, passing in front of his inky eyes, like a flying fly.

Today is February 6, 2005, and there are two days left for the Spring Festival.

Hee-sung sighed and walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, Cai Zhen'er and her two girls were preparing breakfast, and they were obviously enjoying themselves, and the audience was full of singing and laughing.

"Wow, we don't sleep in Xicheng today?" Cai Zhen'er inadvertently raised her head and happened to see her son standing on the stairs.

"I slept late yesterday and couldn't sleep in the morning, so let's sleep again at noon." Hee Sung scratched the mess on his head and walked down slowly. "Dead boy, just as weird as your dad." Cai Zhen'er smiled, Xicheng father and son are both the kind of people who go to bed late at night and can't sleep in the morning, and they don't know how their physiological structure is different from normal people.

"Hey." Hee-sung raised his hand to say hello to Taeyeon and Pani, then walked to the table and sat down.

He didn't see the suddenly rosy faces of the two little girls, but even if he saw it, he probably wouldn't have too many thoughts.

"This is my work, Hee-sung, you try, thank you for saving Pani yesterday." Taeyeon took out two slices of toast from the plate with tweezers and put them on the plate in front of Hee-sung, and then looked at him expectantly.

"Toast?" Hee-sung didn't doubt it, lingering on the tip of his nose...... It's definitely burnt.

"yes, it's just a little bit different in color, but you don't need to be too strict about your appearance when you eat, do you?" Taeyeon is embarrassed to make excuses for herself.

She had already tried it, and the bread baked this time was at least edible, except for its poor appearance.

"Pani, what did you make for breakfast?" Hee-sung unbuttoned his shirt with a collar, and for some reason, he suddenly felt so uncomfortable in his throat.

Thank you for saving Pani, and that's why Pani should be there for his kindness.

Pani smiled and showed off his plate, "Peanut butter sandwiches, Auntie's baked bread, but unfortunately it's only enough for me to eat." ”

The so-called peanut butter sandwich is actually two slices of bread, one of which is smeared with peanut butter, and several layers of beef or pork cut into thin crusts between the two slices of bread, which is the breakfast style that Europeans and Americans are used to.

Sister Taeyeon, do I have a grudge against you, you want to treat me like this in the morning, Hee-sung wanted to ask like this, but the thought of fusing from the otaku in his heart was boiling.

Eat it, eat it, this is the breakfast that Captain Girls' Generation made for you, and at least tens of thousands of otaku uncles around the world dream of eating it, so don't eat it quickly.

Xi Cheng smiled bitterly in his heart, grabbed a piece of bread weakly, tore off one numbly, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

An unspeakable scorching smell quickly took over his palate, giving him the urge to spit out at once. He was originally an extremely picky person about eating, and ordinary things couldn't get into his eyes at all.

For example, for a piece of high-quality toast bread, if it is torn from the side, the bread tissue should be in the form of a thin sheet, while ordinary bread can only be torn off piece by piece, and it cannot form a sheet; There is also the texture, depending on whether the bread is chewy when bitten, and a few seconds after swallowing, feel whether there is a wheat aftertaste in the mouth.

The bread baked by Taeyeon is the work of a bread maker, so there is no need to expect it to have any quality, not to mention that the ingredients and heat are extremely inappropriate.

"Well, it's the best piece I've ever baked." Taeyeon sat next to Hee-sung with her elbows on her small chin, and her beautiful little face looked at Hee-sung expectantly and proudly.

Hee-sung sighed, took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a 10,000-yuan note, and then grabbed Taeyeon's small hand and carefully pressed it into her palm.

Then he smothered his head and destroyed the strange-tasting slice of bread.

"What does that mean?" Taeyeon opened her mouth and looked at the money in her hand stupidly, not even knowing that her little pink tongue was exposed.

Is it to reward yourself?

It means that the bread she bakes can be sold for 10,000 yuan if it is taken outside!

"Take the money, go find someone on the street, and learn how to bake bread." Hee Sung swallowed the last bite of bread, pushed away the plate in front of him, and said expressionlessly.

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