"Well, it seems worse than I thought."

Ning Yidong was already carrying a dilapidated box at this time, standing on the edge of the crossroads, behind the most prosperous Gangnam district in Seoul, and in front of him was the impoverished Kowloon Village.

One of the poorest places.

"Hey, it's a little different."

Ning Yidong thought of what happened to the heroine in "My Uncle", and it seemed that the environment she was in was the same.

"Alas, it's all here, and there's no going back."

Ning Yidong sighed, expecting that his future life would not seem to be very comfortable.

But why not dedicate oneself to art for the sake of one's life?

Ning Yidong took a good look at his dress, nodded, and smiled with satisfaction, "Very good, you shouldn't be able to see anything in this way." ”

After all, when you walk into the slums, you must not be too high-profile, even if you have an identity and background, you must be cautious, and if you don't make up your mind, you will be targeted.

After all, the people at the bottom of society can sacrifice some things as much as possible for their livelihood.

Ning Yidong looked at the clothes he was wearing that were full of holes that he had specially prepared, and at the same time, he also deliberately made a little smell on his clothes, and his shoes were full of holes.

Although he is a bit of a cleanliness person, this feeling makes him a little uncomfortable, but he can only grit his teeth and endure it.

After all, he wants to stay here for about three or four days to experience the life of the people at the bottom of society, or maybe he will stay for a little longer.

The plot in "My Uncle", he has already read it by heart, and he can think about it after he goes back, but the words must be written with some understanding.

He needs to have a certain amount of experience, which happens to be something he doesn't have at his age, and this can only be experienced by him.

The so-called words or songs come first, it doesn't matter to him.

I had heard Li Haoyang and Jin Yina debate this issue before, and the two of them were almost about to fight over this controversy.

Thanks to this, he went to stop it, and he barely stopped this sister and this master.

"Well, if you come, you will be safe, just think of it as having fun in different places for a few days."

He picked up the small box and walked inside, step by step.

There was a smell like a stinky ditch, some unpleasant, some pungent, and sure enough, as said on the Internet, there was not even a house number.

"It seems to be a little more beautified."

Ning Yidong thought of the script, and it seemed that only by being in a real place could he know the life in the script, and that was it.

Suddenly, a wail attracted Ning Yidong's attention.

Ning Yidong looked inside and found that it was a skinny old man, who was ***.

seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, Ning Yidong saw this, and also remembered the grandmother of the heroine Li Zhi'an in the drama "My Uncle", who was deaf and mute.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, all aspects have to be served, as for why not go to the sanatorium.

Because there is only one disease in the world, and that is the disease of poverty.

"Well, it's better not to be nosy."

Ning Yidong turned his head and was about to turn away, but the constant sound in his ears still made him stop.

"Forget it, no matter."

Ning Yidong immediately turned around, took out a small bread crumb that he had brought with him, and deliberately tore off the outer packaging of the food and put it in front of the old man's mouth.

Soon, the old man had a convulsion and swallowed slowly.

Ning Yidong sighed, sure enough, this kind of place is still too cruel for him.

"Old man, you eat slowly, don't be in a hurry."

After a long time, the old man also calmed down, and his mouth opened, but he couldn't hear what he said.

"What did you say, old man?"

Ning Yidong leaned closer, but still didn't hear what the old man said.

I could only see the old man's mouth, which opened and made an E sound.

Ning Yidong could only squat down, and then came closer, and sure enough, he finally heard something clearly.

"I... It's mine.. (This chapter is not finished!) )

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My granddaughter, she... She's in... That..."

The old man's thin hand pointed to a corner, and he looked into the dark corner, and saw that it was a little girl who was sleeping soundly.

It seems to be seven or eight years old, but it should be due to lack of nutrition, it looks a little thin, and the same face, a little sallow.

Ning Yidong slowly touched her arm, only to see her muttering a few times.

"Grandma, I'm going to sleep... When you fall asleep, you don't get hungry. ”

I don't know why, this sentence sounded a little sad to Ning Yidong.

Yes, when you are living easily, there are always some people in the world who are more difficult than you.

They have to taste the bitterness and the spiciness, but not once they will taste the sweetness.

"Well, let's wake her up."

Ning Yidong shook her shoulder, "Wake up, wake up." ”

Soon, the little girl woke up from her sleep, but she saw the figure of a stranger suddenly appearing in her eyes, and there was still a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here, are you here to trouble me and my grandmother? ”

"You... It's a lot like her. ”

Ning Yidong muttered, remembering Li Zhi'an in the script, is he also living like this with vigilance, to the people around him.

With the eyes that can no longer be opened, welcome this morning that does not belong to them.

They can only pray, with a tired body, and keep praying.

Yesterday, which had escaped, struck again today.

What about them?

Can you only try to comfort yourself day by day?

Live, live.

"I..."

Ning Yidong opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"What are you going to do?"

The little girl stood up slowly, for she might not be hungry, and stumbled a little on the way to her feet.

Fortunately, Ning Yidong supported her in time, so that she would not fall heavily to the ground.

"I... Actually..."

Ning Yidong thought about it left and right, and after ten thousand times in his mind, he didn't know what he should say to eliminate the slightest vigilance in the girl's eyes.

"I... Hungry. ”

Ning Yidong had a flash of inspiration, pointed to his stomach, and put on a somewhat sluggish posture.

The vigilance and vigilance in the girl's eyes slowly disappeared, and also, in their place, it is not uncommon for people to be hungry.

Everyone is just barely surviving.

Seeing that the little girl gradually believed in herself, Ning Yidong also began to ask for her information.

"You... What is your name? ”

The little girl obviously had some doubts, but she still spoke slowly, "Grass... Cao Yan. ”

"Cao Yan? It's a nice name. ”

Ning Yidong smiled a little easily, which aroused the little girl's vigilance, how could anyone laugh so easily in the place where she was.

"You... What kind of people are they, those bad adults who just bustle and yell in front of the door? ”

Ning Yidong was a little bitter, he saw those small notes on the ground, which seemed to be IOUs.

Obviously, there are often people who come to collect debts, and this family is already overwhelmed.

It can be seen from the calluses on the little girl's hands and feet that she should barely be supported by herself.

Also, what can a little girl and an old man ask for?

Ning Yidong didn't speak, but found a place to sit down, looking at the ceiling without a ceiling.

He fell into a thought, and after the field investigation, he was greeted by the difficulties of the lives of the people at the bottom of the society.

Maybe the TV series doesn't have to be so realistic, but at least it's a little bit of a microcosm here.

Maybe what Kim Won-seok and Park Hae-young want to express is to express that while we are living a glamorous life, we should not forget that there is such a group of people.

In such a difficult environment, they also have to cry and support and continue to live in a resolute state, so that they can watch this drama (this chapter is not over!). )

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people get positive emotional stimulation for it.

Life is not only positive and sunny, but also depressed and depressed many times, so the resonance caused by low emotions will be stronger.

Ning Yidong thought of this and muttered.

"Yes, everyone is moving in a different direction, like a silent pointer."

"On that never-ending long road, it is not easy to walk a pattern."

"However, our day has just ended."

Ning Yidong laughed at himself helplessly, as if he had substituted himself, "It's ridiculous." ”

The little girl looked at Ning Yidong with a changeable expression strangely, and wanted to ask him if his brain was Watt.

"You... It doesn't seem to be the group... Bad guys, that... What are you here for? ”

Ning Yidong was deeply touched when he saw the unyielding look in her eyes.

"It's okay, I just..."

Ning Yidong was halfway through his words, and he couldn't bear to continue lying.

To a child, a child who is still suffering, he would rather not speak than say something.

“.......”

After that, there was a long silence, and the little girl and Ning Yidong leaned against a corner, curled up, thinking about something.

Ning Yidong looked at her, ah, very skilled.

Ning Yidong got up and asked her, "Excuse me, can I stay here for one night tonight?" ”

The little girl was a little puzzled, but she still agreed, after all, there is nothing not allowed here.

She saw the bread crumbs on the corner of her grandmother's mouth, then looked at Ning Yidong's back as she entered, lowered her head, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Ning Yidong found a dark corner in the living room, taking advantage of the faint light.

He looked at the faint fire that was about to be extinguished, and in a trance, he seemed to hear his sister Ning Yizhuo's unrestrained laughter, as well as Liu Zhimin's figure, and Jin Minjun's face.

"Ah, I miss them a little."

Although he hasn't been here much, Ning Yidong has really substituted himself into the life here, and he is also very strange, it stands to reason that he should not be used to it.

Why, he himself is so calm.

"Ah, no matter, write the lyrics."

Ning Yidong took out the somewhat crumpled paper specially prepared before from the worn-out bag, and the pen that was already a little tattered, and began to write with the help of a glimmer of light

Thinking of his experience today, and the little girl's family he saw, he also had some understanding, even if it was nothing.

But the little girl's eyes left a deep impression on him.

At this time, he didn't notice a pair of eyes in the crack of the door, staring at him.

-----

Skillfully let go of trust

Excuses piled up with indifference

The world has polished me into what it is

Bury everything I have deep in my heart

Where is the reddened sunset?

My reflection stiffened

It seems to be fading through each day

Is it possible to get close to the dream that seems to have died?

-----

Ning Yidong listened to the pen, put away the paper, and put it in his pocket.

reminds me of what his teacher, Jin Yina said, only by staying out of the matter can we not be disturbed and write authentically and credibly.

"I did, right?"

Ning Yidong shook his head, "Well, I'm afraid not, I'm like an actor, constantly entering the play." ”

"That's not good."

At this time, it was already late, Ning Yidong took out a small piece of bread from the shabby bag and chewed it slowly.

"Well, if Brother Xu comes, I'm afraid I'll go back in less than a minute."

Ning Yidong couldn't help but laugh when he thought of this.

And then.

He choked.

"Ahem, ahem, abomination."

"Even you bullied me."

Ning Yidong found out how little was left (this chapter is not over!) )

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Mineral water, drunk, "Well, eat and drink enough, it's time to sleep." ”

Even though his stomach was still a little empty, he could only lie to himself.

At this time, he has no cleanliness habits, and he is at peace with what he encounters, which is the best proof.

Nothing more than that, homeless.

After a while, there was a burst of snoring from Ning Yidong, and while he was asleep, a petite figure walked up to him, looked at his face, stared at it for a long time, and then left a note, or turned away.

......

The next morning, Ning Yidong rubbed his sleepy eyes, and he first looked at his equipment.

Ah, the lyrics are still around, what a blessing.

When I turned my head, I saw that the bag was also there.

Great, everything was there, and I was safe on the first day.

He walked out of the living room, but he didn't see the little girl and the old man, he wondered, could it be gone?

Then he felt something around his neck.

When I grabbed it, I found that it was a note.

When I opened it, I wrote a few words crookedly.

Ning Yidong looked at it for a long time, and finally saw those words.

"Thank you."

Ning Yidong smiled, I'm afraid the little girl left with her grandmother, after all, there is nothing to stay in this house where creditors will come to the door every day.

He pushed the door open, and it seemed that it had just rained, and he saw a rainbow not far away.

Inspired by this, he took out the note and bit the pen.

-----

Will the once tired nights end

The rainbow rises again

All are moving in the same constant direction

........

I'm chasing that rainbow today

-----

"Cao Yan, I wish you peace."

Ning Yidong looked at the rainbow in the distance, at this moment, he seemed to have gained some understanding, he had grown a little bit.

I realized the difficulty of life, as well as my own heart...

in the practice room.

Ning Yizhuo's somewhat absent-minded appearance of practice was noticed by Jin Minzhuo.

"Ning Yijio, what's wrong with you today, why are you sad."

"Ah, Minsian, it's nothing, how am I doing in Dongdong?"

"Huh? What happened to him? ”

Jin Minzhi pinched Ning Yizhuo's somewhat soft cheeks, "What's wrong?" ”

So, Ning Yizhuo told her one by one, Ning Yizhuo clearly felt it, and as she continued to speak, Jin Minzhuo's hand pinching her cheek used less and less strength, until the arm naturally fell down.

"You say... Xiao Dong is gone? ”

At this time, Ning Yidong, who was walking on the road that was not a road, sneezed.

"Gan, who cursed me?"

...

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