There is a constant flow of cars on the road. Buses also run one after another, office workers get off work, and roadside stalls and snacks also appear one after another, forming a unique scenery in this city at night.

Wang Taika touched his stomach, but he really felt a little hungry.

I wanted to go to a restaurant, but after a walk with Jien-chan, I ended up at a nearby roadside stall.

In the rush of Seoul, a cosmopolitan city, there are many corners that are not so easy to see. It's another world hidden under neon lights.

At night, these usually quiet places come alive with vendors pushing their carts to gather here.

A rudimentary car, usually with only one or two people busy. There are many contents, common oden, and various special snacks. There are also flavorful snacks such as spicy rice cakes.

The people who come here to eat also have different identities. There are white-collar workers who have finished work, there are couples who go shopping, and there are hungry students at the end of evening self-study.

Places with too high consumption are not such that ordinary people can often come into contact with. On the contrary, this simple meal is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The small stall is like a microcosm of the city, portraying the image of everyone.

In addition to these small stalls, there are also merchants who have opened shops next to them. Wang Taika and Zhien-chan came to a roadside barbecue restaurant.

The reason why I came here is because Wang Taika saw that the barbecue here was actually the kind of skewers in China. Compared with the soulless barbecue in Korea, this charcoal-grilled barbecue is the real barbecue!

Not surprisingly, the owner of the kebab is a Chinese, and he is from the Northeast, the thief is enthusiastic, although he has tattoos and looks fierce, but he is very kind. The weather was a little cold, but I was still wearing a vest and holding more than half of the meat skewers grilling, and the aroma was really mouth-watering.

"Shall we eat this?" asked Wangtaika.

Zhien-chan couldn't cry or laugh: "Finally, I asked you not to go to a more expensive place?"

"Are you going to invite me one last time?" asked Wangtaka with a smile.

"Hmph!" Zhien-chan responded arrogantly.

Wang Taika suddenly looked at it and said, "To be honest, I kind of want to drink beer. Thirsty. ”

"Aren't you not drinking?" asked Jien-chan.

"But the skewers seem to be an exception. Wang Taika smiled.

Zhien-chan said, "Okay, I'll drive anyway." You drink some, it's okay. Get drunk, I won't take advantage of you!"

Wang Taika laughed: "Zhien-chan, even if you take advantage, I can't say anything." ”

"Shut up! Shut up, you terrorist!"

The meat skewers haven't been served yet, and the cold beer has been brought up. Wang Taika poured himself a glass and drank it all, on this night, it was really refreshing.

A TV series suddenly played on the TV in the hotel, and Wang Taika watched it boredly. Korean dramas are still those routines, Wang Taika looked at it twice, and lost interest.

Sitting beside Zhi'en-chan, Wang Taika saw those busy people through the smoke and dim light, and suddenly, he actually felt a breath that he hadn't felt for a long time.

It is the breath of life, simple and bland, and even with some faint strange taste.

A bustling big city, it is true that it can be closer to the dream, but at the same time there is still so much hardship and helplessness.

Whenever late at night, the street food vendors appear, and people who have been busy all day sit down and can blow the most expensive cowhide at a cheap price, and return with relief.

Seeing all kinds of people trying to survive in this city, they are busy, helpless, and persistent, their figure is a portrayal of the other side of the city, a symbol of some contradiction in this era.

Wang Taika feels that he is really a layman, he has been to his own Western restaurants a lot before, and he feels very tired after eating every time.

What really makes people feel relaxed is never in a quiet, tidy and gentle place, it must be oil smoke and stir-frying, it must be more chili peppers and coriander, and then it is rolled in the oil pan. It's like I've rolled over so cruelly from society. Stimulated by spicy greasy and heavy flavors, relieve the fatigue of the day and wait for the arrival of a new day.

The most important thing is to have someone you can trust. Even if you are intoxicated, you will not worry about danger. That kind of trust feels so good.

Wang Taika felt that he was drunk and had no strength in his body, so he finally leaned on Zhien-chan's side, dazed and sleepy.

Really sleepy, as if you can fall asleep as long as you lie down.

Jieun-chan asked, "Are you tired?"

Wang Taika nodded: "I want to sleep with you for a while, is it okay?"

Zhien-chan nodded: "Okay, come on." ”

"I'm really embarrassed!" Wang Taika smiled: "It feels like I'm plotting something wrong." ”

Zhien-chan smiled: "If you wanted to plot against you, you would have succeeded a long time ago." What else do you need to say?"

I am powerless to refute this. Then you're welcome!"

Wang Taika tilted his body and leaned on Zhien-chan, and after a while, he was confused. Either I'm asleep, or I'm comfortable and don't want to talk, I just want to stay in this position.

Tired, really tired.

Zhien-chan couldn't help but smile when she looked at Wang Taika's lazy appearance.

This big lazy worm, who was showing off his might just now, can only honestly lean on himself, hum!

Terrorist, when did my world have more of you? When did you become my lonely and peaceful confidant?

I really don't know how I survived those days, curled up in the corner, leaning on the sofa, quietly thinking about you.

From that moment, Zhien-chan knew that he couldn't quit.

Maybe there is such a thing as fate? Where is fate? It is trivial to use subjective thoughts to determine oneself, but sometimes I really hope that God is destined, and I am afraid of myself in such a way.

Zhien-chan has met many people in the past, but at that time, no one was worth paying attention to, and those people seemed to be unable to enter his eyes and set off waves for a moment.

Zhien-chan once thought that these were really far away from him. Zhien-chan never thought that some people would really walk in front of them and wouldn't deliberately attract your attention, but they made you have to pay attention.

The hateful thing is that I don't know and don't know if this person is really just so good to himself, or is he doing the same to others?

But I just feel that there are always some feelings, as if only I am different. Friendly and kind to only himself.,Although,Zhien-chan doesn't know where to get the confidence.,Think so.。

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