If Taeyang wasn't a little alert at this time, then he was really like what he said - a completely indescribable person.

He forgot how he got home.

He forgot if he had seen his father. His mother was not at home, which he had known by phone before he returned.

But he shouldn't forget how he got home—it made him unsure. It always felt like something was wrong.

He remembered that he was sleepy. In the past, the first thing I did after a long bus ride home was to sleep in a bed that smelled strange because no one had slept for a long time.

It was only when it was time for dinner that his mother would take the trouble to wake him up three or four or five times to eat, and he would get up.

Although I was "forced" to eat every time I dragged my heavy body sleepy-eyed, I ate very fragrant every time. Every time, there is a feeling of happiness that nourishes the weathered soul outside.

But it was quiet outside, as if there was no one at all.

After Taeyang got dressed, he walked out of his small room and came to the living room. Sure enough, no one.

The sun is already on the horizon, and after a while, the sky will be dark.

Syllable!

Taeyang turned on the lights. The appearance of the light seemed to drive away something, and the room suddenly became more open.

Although the living room itself is not very large, the light is dim, and the line of sight has become smaller, so it feels a little narrow, as if it is in a small cave.

Taeyang was lost for a while. I finally went home, but there was no one at home. My father didn't know where to go.

Oh, he remembers!

After getting off the bus, he met his father, who was going to play with someone. The father took the key and gave it to him. He came back to open the door himself. After entering the house, he seemed to be looking for something for a while, and he came back to find something this time.

Because a few years have passed, I have forgotten where I put it. The room wasn't that big, but it put a lot of stuff. The fatigue of the long car ride, coupled with the fact that the bed was next to him, he lay on the bed without hesitation.

After a while, I fell asleep. It had been a long time since he had fallen asleep so quickly. During this time, whenever I want to sleep, I always think of a lot of things that I don't have.

Unless you are too sleepy, you can't sleep without an hour of tossing and turning in bed.

I don't know when my father will return. It would be nice if the mother was at home. In that case, he will definitely be able to eat fragrant meals at this time.

However, the reality is always cruel. If you want to eat, you have to do it yourself.

☆

Wait a little longer and the dish will be ready to come out of the pan. But looking out of the dark door, I don't know when my father will return.

I was so hungry that Taeyang ate first.

After eating, Taeyang began to rummage through his room again.

It's not that he likes to complain, his room is too small now. After the extension, there is the old house of the family, which is too small. He thought about it, and when his father came back, he discussed building a house with him. Anyway, he has millions of people now. It is perfectly no problem to build a nice little bungalow at home.

The reason why he didn't fully make up his mind before was because he felt that the money was too easy to get. He was very touched by Mark's trust.

But he was a man who knew how to repay his kindness, and Mark believed in him so much that he had to write something good. It's just a pity that so many blows made it difficult for him to find confidence, until he thought of a manuscript he wrote in high school many years ago.

He believed that if he found the manuscript, he would be able to write something good.