Korean entertainment: I can steal the luck of celebrities with bad records.

"My agent, Choi Ho," Lin Puzhi said.

"Agent?" The proprietress walked over and looked Cui Hao up and down. "You're really beautiful."

Cui Hao didn't speak, but simply smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

The proprietress nodded in greeting, then turned to the bar, "What would you like to drink? I'll make it for you."

"No need, I've already drunk it." Lin Puzhi pointed to the empty glass on the table. "I made it myself."

The proprietress glanced at the coffee machine on the counter, then at him: "You didn't break my machine, did you?"

"I was taught by you, don't you have confidence in your teaching abilities?"

The proprietress ignored him, took a bag of coffee beans from the cabinet, and started grinding them.

Cui Hao sat in the chair, his gaze shifting back and forth between the proprietress and Lin Puzhi twice, then leaned closer to Lin Puzhi and asked in a low voice:

"Your girlfriend?"

"No," Lin Puzhi said.

The proprietress peeked out from behind the bar and glanced at the two people whose heads were very close together.

She can't hear anything.

After making two lattes, the proprietress brought over two cups of coffee, placing one in front of Cui Hao and the other in front of herself. Then she pulled out a chair and sat down next to Lin Puzhi.

"What about mine?" Lin Puzhi asked.

"Does a dead tree need watering?" The proprietress took a sip of coffee, not even glancing at Lin Puzhi.

"Pinocchio has a wooden body; is this a veiled insult implying I'm a liar and don't deserve to drink her coffee?"

Lin Puzhi thought to himself.

He replied, "Precisely because it's a dead tree, it needs watering even more so that it can come back to life!"

"Oh, you don't need me to water you, you've already blossomed into spring, haven't you?"

The proprietress spoke casually, but Lin Puzhi felt a pang of jealousy.

He looked at Cui Hao, gesturing for him to say something and explain.

Cui Hao didn't say anything, but returned a glance.

Lin Puzhi didn't understand, so he gave him a look to indicate what he meant.

When the proprietress saw that no one was speaking, she realized that the two men were exchanging glances, and no one was paying attention to her.

It's supposed to be a movie for three people, but I never get a name.

She stood up, ready to leave.

"If you're here on a date, you can go to a couples' restaurant; my coffee shop isn't suitable for dates."

"Dating?"

"Isn't that right?"

How do men go on dates?

"Why can't men be with other men... wait! Men?!"

The proprietress pointed at Cui Hao, then looked at Lin Puzhi in surprise, her meaning clear:

Is this a guy?!

She's even more refined than me, and she's much better at makeup and dressing up.

"Hello," Cui Hao finally spoke.

The voice was low and deep, with a deliberate gentleness, but it was clearly a male voice.

He finished his latte, stood up, and said:

"The work matters have been discussed, so I'll be going now."

He left, leaving behind only two empty coffee cups.

"So, Manager Choi is here to discuss work?"

As soon as Cui Hao left, the proprietress seemed to stay, sitting down again and asking questions.

"Yes," Lin Puzhi said, "I have a cameo role."

"Just a few minutes of screen time?"

"A few minutes."

The proprietress nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

She lowered her head to drink her coffee, her eyelashes drooping down and casting a small shadow under her eyes.

"He looked really good in that."

He said he's straight, but he just likes wearing women's clothes.

The proprietress paused for a moment, then smiled. Not the kind of smile that says "I understand," but the kind that says "This world is truly amazing."

"Interesting," she said.

"Don't you find it strange?"

"What's so strange about that?" The proprietress stood up and cleared the cups off the table. "Some people like to paint, some like to sing, and some like to wear skirts. As long as they don't hurt anyone, it's their freedom to like whatever they want."

Lin Puzhi looked at her and suddenly realized that this woman was much more interesting than he had thought.

"Oh, by the way," the proprietress said, walking to the sink with her cup and turning on the tap, "you came here today just to see your agent?"

"There's one more thing."

"What is it?"

Lin Puzhi stood up, walked to the bar, and leaned against it.

"I won the bet last time."

The shop quieted down. Only the hum of the coffee machine, the dripping of the faucet, and the sound of a winter melon turning over remained.

The proprietress lowered her head, looking at her fingers. Her nails were cut very short and unpainted.

"Ha Joo-hee".

He spoke the three words slowly, as if confirming something.

"The river of water, the pearl of pearls, the radiance of light."

Lin Puzhi silently recited it in his mind.

Ha Joo-hee.

River of water, pearl of pearl, radiance of light.

It's like a pearl shining in a river.

"Ha Joo-hee," he said.

"Um."

Have you seen Chainsaw Man?

"What is that?"

"A Japanese anime."

"Never heard of it."

"I know."

Because I haven't even started drawing the vine tree yet.

He Zhuxi pretended to be angry and hit Lin Puzhi, then said:

Why are you asking me this question?

"Because there's a character in that anime named Kwanghee."

Ha Joo-hee looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "Don't you know Hwang Kwang-hee, a member of the South Korean boy group ZE:A?"

"Am I more handsome than you?"

Ha Joo-hee did not answer the question directly, but said:

He doesn't lie as much as you do.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Lin Puzhi exclaimed in disbelief. "Isn't being an idol just a job where you lie to your fans all day long?"

"If you said that in Gwanghwa Square, half the Koreans passing by would tear you to pieces."

Lin Puzhi stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "It can't be that little, can it?"

"Pfft—" Ha Joo-hee couldn't help but laugh.

Winter Melon jumped down from the counter, rubbed against Lin Puzhi's leg, then turned and walked towards the cat food bowl, its tail held high.

Outside the window, the snow has started falling again.

Pieces fell onto the glass one by one, and quickly melted.

Lin Puzhi is leaving.

The proprietress stood behind the bar, her hands resting on the counter, tilting her head to look at him.

"Ha Joo-hee," he said suddenly.

"Why are you calling my name again?"

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

My salary.

……

After filming "Will It Snow for Christmas?", Lin Puzhi had a rare period of free time.

There was no announcement, no audition, just a cameo role that wouldn't start filming until next week. He stayed in his rented room for three days to rest, and finally decided to go out and do some good deeds.

The points for doing good deeds are too few.

He sent Ha Joo-hee a message: "Are you free today? Come with me somewhere."

Ha Joo-hee replied, "No time."

I asked Song Joong-ki, but he said he was busy.

He had no choice but to go to "Starlight House" in the JB district by himself.

In December, the snow in Seoul fell intermittently. Lin Puzhi, wrapped in his faded down jacket, took the subway for forty minutes and then transferred to a bus for twenty minutes. At the alley entrance, he bought three large bags of snacks—biscuits, candy, and chocolate—startling the supermarket cashier.