After spending ten minutes washing, Jiang Yan returned to the living room and sat on the bed and began to think about what to do next.

First of all, this unprovoked memory does not seem to be of much help to him in a short period of time when he is about to return to Japan in South Korea and open up a new battlefield.

After all, Lin Zekun, who collapsed the house, is just a third-rate idol who can't sing and sing, can't dance, and his life experience and self-care ability are not as good as normal people's third-rate idols.

And the so-called business ability that is fancy touted by fans can't even compare to his former trainee who has only been practicing for three years and has not officially debuted.

Secondly, Lin Zekun's story takes place in the future of China, where there is a big difference between the internal entertainment that relies on the highly developed mode of harvesting leeks but the development route is deformed and weird, and the current internal entertainment that has just entered the era of traffic, in other words, it is not the same thing at all.

And he is still not sure whether Lin Zekun and him are in the same world, and the only life is not a game that can be read and repeated at will.

Therefore, those advanced gameplay from the future cannot be applied brainlessly, and it is better to be cautious.

In the end, he doesn't have much savings now.

He is just a child from an ordinary family, his father is a taxi driver, and his mother is the owner of a small flower shop, and it is already very hard for the two of them to go abroad as a trainee to pursue his dream while paying off the mortgage, Jiang Yan is really embarrassed to ask them for money again.

So he can only live this kind of poor life in the strange city of Seoul, where he often can't find a home.

Sometimes I do feel tired.

"But the good thing is that the dream finally wakes up, and it's all over." Jiang Yan sighed in a complicated mood.

At this moment, the alarm clock at half past nine that he had set in advance suddenly rang, and the reminder popped up.

[At half past ten in the morning, Zendeok-in.] 】

This prompted him to adjust his mood and make the transition.

Packing the keys and mobile phone money into his pocket, and closing the old antique that was constantly emitting commentary voices, Jiang Yan finally glanced at the pile of scratch paper on the table, which was the lyrics and songs that he had spent a lot of effort to create.

But the quality is very average, or rather naïve.

Thinking about it this way, he may have the talent and some of the necessary traits to become an idol, but he doesn't seem to have the destiny to become an idol.

Disheartened, he had no choice but to return to China and continue to work hard in a way that he still liked.

But there is never only one direction for an artist.

Therefore, whether it is an idol who makes people feel the impact through singing and dancing on the stage, or an actor who makes people experience joy, anger and sorrow through performance on the screen.

In the world of artists, their value and meaning are exactly the same, and they all stand on an equal footing.

After his thoughts were clear, Jiang Yan shook his head and smiled silently, and then walked out of the door of the apartment to face the dazzling sunlight pouring down from the clear sky.

The red sun is rising, and its way is bright, which is auspicious.

......

As one of Asia's major financial cities, Seoul accounts for only 0.6% of South Korea's total land area, but it has one-fifth of the country's permanent population.

The population density is frighteningly high.

So even in the relatively remote part of the Seoul metropolitan area, pedestrians and vehicles can be found everywhere, and it is difficult to find a real no-man's land.

However, if you look past the crowds and go a little deeper beyond these bustling places, you will find a lively building that looks like a school but is not as lively and lively as a school in a relatively quiet and empty area.

After Jiang Yan booked the air ticket, he took the rail transit to Seondeokyuan to meet the children here.

He had done his homework online and learned that there were only three orphanages in South Korea that only accepted girls, and that Seondeokwon was one of them, not far from where he lived.

The reason why he likes this place is that in addition to chatting and playing with this group of children can temporarily get him rid of stress and troubles, it is also because he can improve his speaking skills while chatting with the children.

After all, in other places, such as language schools, it takes money to find people to communicate face-to-face and practice speaking, but here it turns into charity.

For him, a hard-working trainee who was born in an ordinary family in a mountain town and often needs to go to convenience stores, cafes and other places to secretly work part-time, free is really important!

So in the three years he has been in Seoul, he has been here to volunteer whenever he has time, chatting and playing with the children who are temporarily unable to live with their parents and guardians for various reasons.

It's still the same today.

As a result, Seondeok-in, which had been a little quiet, became lively because of the visitation of this guest.

The relatively extroverted child surrounded this old friend, telling all kinds of interesting things that happened during this time, as well as the troubles and feelings in the process of growing up.

The introverted children sat quietly, smiling as they listened to their chats, raising their hands from time to time to raise their doubts and curiosity.

At this time, there were more than a dozen children with happy smiles on their faces sitting on the ground obediently, in a circle after circle, and sitting among them was Jiang Yan.

"I ate kimchi and noodles this morning, and the taste is actually just like that, under normal circumstances, it is mainly to fill my stomach."

"So even I, a Chinese who is not used to eating South Korean food, has set an example, Su Ying, you usually have to give me a good meal, do you hear? Don't be a picky eater! ”

"Yes, my hometown is in China, a very beautiful country! Do you want to travel to China when you grow up? Then I'm sure I'll welcome you with both hands! ”

"Pets... I like both dogs and cats, but I don't really like pets... How so? I can't say I don't like it, it's because I like these cute little animals very much, so I don't want to experience the moment of losing them, and I'm very busy with my life and work now, so I don't have much time to spend with them~"

"That's... Youzhen, brother, it's rare for me to have time to come over to see you, can't I say more? I'm going to be very sad if you're so cold..."

"Eun, do you still want to open a bakery when you grow up? Ahh Then your start-up capital has to be well prepared, usually eat more and exercise, only good health can earn the start-up capital to open a bakery. ”

"Don't say that, the poor also have a day to get out, and the thousand-year-old tiles also have a day to die, I also watched "Bread King Jin Zhuoqiu" when I was a child, if I remember correctly, his family background doesn't seem to be very good, right?"

"Jiang Yanxi, you can even use South Korean proverbs at will now, and Korean is no different from the locals." Beside Jiang Yan, a nurse from a children's welfare home looked at him with a smile.

"Thanks to these lovely children, I wouldn't have been able to improve my speaking so quickly without them tirelessly chatting with me, wouldn't I?"

Jiang Yan rubbed the head of the little girl in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face was extremely gentle.

"The kids will be happy to know that they can help you too, and every kid here loves you." The nurse also smiled and asked, "Has your recent practice life been going well?" ”

She knew that Jiang Yan was a trainee who was training.

After all, volunteering in a child protection agency naturally requires all the basic personal information you leave behind.

"Hmm... It's still the same. ”

Jiang Yan smiled, although his mood was very complicated, at least he didn't see anything unusual on his face.

Because he actually didn't really want to talk to others about the of being harassed by the brain-dead slander of groping pig hand X.

It was an unforgettable experience for him in his life, even if the passers-by at the scene of the crime subsequently posted on the Internet to help him clarify the truth of the incident, even if he quickly adjusted his mentality and planned to return to China and start all over again.

Nothing will go back to the way it used to be.