Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 2 This person is like a rainbow

Chengdong District, Yushuidong, Yingyuefeng Park.

In a rest pavilion halfway up the mountain, Han Zidong put his hands on his hips and glanced at the Seongshui Bridge and Donghu Bridge in the distance one by one, and finally stopped at the high-rise buildings across the Han River.

As a famous wealthy area and a famous place for Korean Wave, even as the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, all districts in Seoul City are undergoing the annual migration wave and are gradually becoming empty. However, Gangnam District is still full of extraordinary vitality, and pedestrians on the streets

Like weaving, the building is illuminated by light and shadow, showing its unique charm to the world.

Presumably at this moment, long queues of handsome men and beauties of all kinds have already formed in front of several famous nightclubs in Jiangnan.

For them, the lively nightlife has just begun. Needless to say, it will be another night of feasting, feasting and reveling.

Unlike here in Chengdong District, the time has not passed ten o'clock, and there are not many pedestrians on the road. Most of the people still running on the street at this moment are "low-class people" who are struggling to make a living, or drunkards who have just finished socializing in the workplace.

The same is true for drinking. Some people drink to survive and have to drink, while some people drink as part of their lives.

Obviously there is only a river between them, and the lives of rich and poor, noble and humble are completely different, and the world's disparity can be seen clearly.

But even so, people from ordinary peninsulas still have to work hard and go through innumerable hardships to stay in this city of sex.

In the past, he lived semi-underground, squeezed through rooftops, delivered takeaways, and worked as a frustrated comic assistant. He was also one of the many ordinary people struggling. But now everything will be different.

Wouldn't it be too unambitious if he didn't go see the scenery at the top of the world once again?

With a body that is ten years younger, wouldn't it be a bit of a waste of his opportunity to come back if he doesn't have a good time in this world?

"Tumblbug shouldn't exclude itself from sponsoring itself," Han Zidong thought.

A few hours ago, he had some doubts about whether to stay on the peninsula for development, but now his doubts have disappeared and he has made the final decision.

He wants to stay on the peninsula, stay in Seoul City, and create a world of his own here.

Patting on the fence, Han Zidong was full of ambition.

Then set a small goal first: live in Gangnam next year and enjoy the night view of the Han River in a river-view room!

Oksu-dong is close to Hannam-dong, a wealthy area, and is located on the bank of the Han River. In terms of municipal construction, it is much better than other places in Seongdong District. The rest pavilion, street lights and other supporting facilities on Yeongwolbong Peak are well-developed.

Therefore, Yingyuefeng Park has always been a good place for citizens of Yusudong to relax and exercise.

If it weren't for the Mid-Autumn Festival that was just around the corner, and returning home to visit relatives and sweeping tombs and worshiping ancestors had become the top priority for Peninsular people, he, a foreigner, would not have had the opportunity to enjoy this tranquility to himself.

Originally, he planned to camp overnight at this rest pavilion, which has the best angle to enjoy the night view of the Han River.

But the nearby owner who rented camping equipment and his family returned home early, so he had no choice but to give up and do the next best thing. He bought some equipment from the Chinese restaurant where he worked, packed lightly, and went up the mountain to enjoy the moon at Yingyue Peak, blow in the wind, and relax.

The excitement of just backing up.

He sat back on the folding chair, turned on the cassette stove, poured a bottle of purified water into the copper pot, and prepared for a midnight snack.

While waiting for the water to boil, his men were not idle. Han Zidong took out three more insulated boxes from the storage box, including a box of spicy chicken feet, a box of seaweed rice and a box of miscellaneous ingredients.

The auxiliary ingredients include stir-fried garlic, green onions, green chili peppers, and soybean sprouts, all of which are prepared to blend the taste of the ramen.

According to the original timeline, he had stayed in the peninsula for more than eight years. He had long been tired of eating ramen and so on. Without adding any supplementary ingredients, simple ramen really left him with no desire to eat it.

As soon as he threw a few ingredients into the water, Han Zidong heard the sound of "ta-da-da" footsteps, as if someone was climbing up the stairs on the mountain path.

Glancing at the illuminated project ten steps ahead and behind him, Han Zidong felt doubtful and strange. It was so late, who would come to the mountains for a walk?

He was not kept waiting for long. A few seconds later, a short-haired girl wearing a black hoodie, tight jeans, and a hood appeared outside the booth.

The reason why the other party was wearing a hood and lowering her head was that he could guess her gender. First, the jeans the other party wore were standard women's jeans. Second, when the girl appeared, there was obviously a faint scent of perfume in the air.

taste.

The girl is tall. According to his rough estimate, she is 170cm tall. This height is considered very high among girls. In addition, her legs are slender and she has an excellent figure and temperament. It will indeed make him, a comic writer who likes to draw human bodies, read more.

Take a couple of glances.

Under Han Zidong's gaze, the short-haired girl walked into the rest pavilion wearing a hood and lowering her head the whole time.

After entering the rest pavilion, she hugged her legs and sat on the bench on the other side. Her head was buried between her knees. She curled up into a ball, feeling endlessly lonely and helpless.

But when Han Zidong turned around, the girl looked up and stared at Han Zidong's back, stunned.

If a person comes to the mountain alone at night, is he in a bad mood?

The short-haired girl was peeking at Han Zidong. Han Zidong, out of the professional habits of a comic writer, was also trying to figure out the girl's mood.

In his opinion, the behavior of this short-haired girl was quite strange. It was obvious that the other girl was not in a good mood, so why did she still walk into a resting pavilion with people there?

This is not to say that he is so domineering and has an excessive sense of territoriality and insists on occupying this pavilion alone, but that if you walk ten or twenty steps up from this rest pavilion, there is another rest pavilion with a small one next to it.

The square is obviously more suitable for a sad person to be alone.

This strange feeling is probably like being in the men's restroom. There is obviously a seat next to him, but the other person insists on choosing the urinal next to him and wants to sit in a row with him.

The behavior is legal, but sick.

Perhaps she also came here because of this rest pavilion. After all, this rest pavilion is the best place to enjoy the night view of the Han River in Yingwolfeng Park. But in this way, her behavior of curling up on the bench was gone.

The law explained.

Or maybe she was tired, having just climbed a hill of about twenty meters... Well, maybe she is a paper person and has poor physical strength, which is completely understandable.

You can't just come here smelling the aroma of the soup, right?

The water in the pot is boiling and steaming.

Han Zidong ignored the strange girl, picked up the dough and threw it into the pot.

While stirring the ramen, he took out a can of beer, tore off the tab and took a sip.

At this time, the "paper man" girl spoke, with a hint of crying in her tone: "Maybe... can you sell me a can of wine?"

Just by listening to his voice, he seems to be young. He is most likely still a student.

Could it be that you have fallen out of love?

The girl with short hair looked like a mimosa. As soon as he turned around, the girl lowered her head again as if she was frightened.

She just took the initiative to ask for drinks from a strange man. This girl seemed to have no idea.

Hasn't she watched "Remember Me"?

Well, it looks like this movie hasn't been released yet.

Han Zidong glanced at the short-haired girl who was a combination of social cow and social fear, and then looked at the two cans of wine left in the bag. He wanted to ask the other party if he was an adult, but his words turned into a chuckle.

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It's just a can of wine, so you shouldn't be so careful.

"Hey, go on!"

While talking, he threw a bottle of wine to the girl.

Even though the girl didn't raise her head, the beer still hit her arms accurately.

"Kangsangmita."

The girl's voice sounded like a mosquito, and one could barely tell that she was saying thank you.

What a strange guy, both bold and timid.

Han Zidong straightened his body and continued to stir the ramen in the pot.

He thought for a while, divided the kimbap and chicken feet he brought into two portions, took one of the boxes and walked towards the girl.

Today is his birthday, and he is in a very cheerful mood, so he doesn't mind spreading some warmth. If the girl wants to talk, he is also willing to enlighten her.

"Let's have some snacks too. I made them all myself. I don't know if you can accept my taste."

Seeing the girl hand over a note of 10,000 yuan, Han Zidong waved his hand and replied: "There is no need to give the money. It is very cold on the mountain. You should drink less and go down the mountain early later."

"Nei, Kangsangmita!"

This time, the girl bowed solemnly to express her gratitude.

But she still lowered her head deliberately, and even lowered her hood while thanking him.

Her response made Han Zidong's curiosity become even more intense. He also wanted to know what was the reason for a girl to hide her face so persistently.

He gave me a can of wine and a box of snacks, but he couldn't get the other person to look up at him once. It was really strange.

Han Zidong suppressed his curiosity, waved his hand, and turned back to prepare his supper.

Behind him, the short-haired girl glanced at Han Zidong with gratitude, and her evaluation of Han Zidong also skyrocketed.

He was enthusiastic and had a nice voice. Smelling the aroma of ramen in the air, she swallowed and gave Han Zidong a good comment on his cooking skills.

After taking a sip of wine, the bitterness of the beer was fed back to the nerve center through the tip of my tongue.

Compared to the taste of beer, the experience of drinking for the first time made her feel more novel, just like the two pieces of food placed in front of her.

Her fingers flicked between the spicy chicken feet and the kimbap. Finally, she rejected the kimbap that she often ate, and reached out to the spicy chicken feet that she had always been unfamiliar with, even staying away from.

It's just the first experience, and it may not always have a good result.

There was no warning. Suddenly, the short-haired girl lost her chicken feet and jumped up as if there were springs on her feet.

She opened her mouth, licking her tongue, fanning her mouth with her left hand, and stamped her two little feet like drumsticks, making the wooden board make a sound.

"Ah, so... spicy!"

Noticing the girl's movements, Han Zidong realized belatedly that he had made a mistake.

He had just forgotten to remind the other party that the spiciness of the chicken feet was such that it would make Wang Yousheng's eyes glaze over and even burst into tears.

Apologizing, he looked at the short-haired girl, then his eyes froze and he could no longer look away.

The other party has short hair, skin as white as snow, and pretty facial features. There is a light mole on her left cheek and the tip of her nose. She is extremely cute and looks like her neighbor's little sister.

Hey, let me tell you, he is an idol. No wonder he acted so weird just now, hiding like a wanted criminal.

But compared to the other person's idol status, outstanding appearance, and enviable complexion, what impressed Han Zidong even more deeply was her death, which was tragic and decisive!

The tip of the short-haired girl's nose was soaked with sweat. Considering that she would burst into flames if she didn't drink water, Han Zidong hurriedly picked up the thermos cup on the side and handed it to the girl who inadvertently revealed her true face.

"Water is..."

"puff!"

The girl moved so quickly that before Han Zidong could finish what she said, she took a big sip from the bottle cap and then hurriedly vomited it out of the pavilion.

"It's warm water!" Han Zidong added, but complained in his heart: "What a frizzy little girl!"

"One thing!"

The girl wiped the corners of her mouth irritably, then gave Han Zidong a gouging look.

First the super spicy chicken feet, and then the hot water that added fuel to the fire. She felt vaguely like she was being teased.

She glanced at Han Zidong with annoyance on her face, and asked quite angrily, "Are you a foreigner?"

He is quite handsome, but a bit out of character.

Han Zidong looked at the faint tears on the girl's face, pretended not to hear the teasing in her words, and replied seriously: "Nai, I am from the Xia Kingdom."

Yixi is not a swear word, but a spoken language that expresses strong emotions such as shock.

(End of chapter)