Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 236 What are you playing with?

"Han Zidong...Han Zidong~"

Jin Zaijing pushed the sleeping man sitting in the driver's seat with his head swaying.

Han Zidong opened his eyes with difficulty: "Guilty?"

"What did you do last night? Didn't you rest?"

"Don't mention it," Han Zidong raised his hands and patted his face: "Last night, a mosquito kept buzzing in my ear, which kept me awake all night and I slapped my hands all night."

Jin Zaijing grabbed Han Zidong's hand and took a look: "Oh, you are really stupid sometimes."

She looked at Han Zidong vomiting his bitterness in a funny way: "Then I'll buy you a cup of coffee to refresh yourself. You can sit there for a while and then sleep for a while. We'll set off later."

"good."

Han Zidong adjusted his seat, leaned directly on the back of the chair, and squinted his eyes.

Jin Zaijing unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and got out of the car.

Looking back at Han Zidong, she shook her head, climbed into the back seat with her long legs, picked up a handbag, pulled out a blanket, returned to the passenger seat, and put the blanket on Han Zidong.

Wearing a mask, he opened the car door, jogged a few steps, and walked onto the sidewalk.

A few minutes later, she returned to the car with two cups of coffee.

"Han Zidong... Han Zidong..."

Seeing that Han Zidong could not be woken up, Jin Zaijing put down his coffee, took out his mobile phone, edited a text message, and sent it.

Holding the coffee, he took two sips and glanced at Han Zidong.

After thinking about it, she reached out and touched Han Zidong's face. She felt a hot touch under her hands. She immediately adjusted the air conditioner in the front seat and turned around to get her satchel.

After rummaging around, he took out a bottle of moisturizing water, spread it evenly on his hands, and patted it patiently on Han Zidong's face.

A man was drinking coffee boredly. After a while, the coffee in his hand became much lighter. Jin Zaijing put down the coffee, reached for his mobile phone, and looked through the photo album.

The latest dozens of photos all come from the USB flash drive that Han Zidong gave her. The photos include a single photo of her and a double photo of her supporting Han Zidong. Looking at the photos one after another, her thoughts seemed to go back to that day.

at night.

Recording life with photos is also the reason why she likes to take pictures. Looking at Han Zidong who was sleeping soundly, she bent over and got up and came to Han Zidong's side. She held up her mobile phone and took several photos in succession.

She selected the two best-looking photos and sent them to Han Zidong using Kakao.

After waiting for nearly a minute, after finishing the coffee in his hand, Kim Zai Kyung held his phone and started playing "2048".

I don't know how much time passed, but loud noises sounded louder and clearer in my ears. Han Zidong opened his eyes and sat up straight.

Touching the blanket on his body, he looked at Jin Zaijing: "It's okay."

Jin Zaijing raised his head when he heard this: "If you go back to sleep, we can go directly to my grandpa's house for lunch later."

"Miane."

Han Zidong looked at the time and saw that it was indeed getting late.

Originally, Jin Zhijing was always snoozing, and the two of them didn't meet until nine o'clock. He squinted for nearly half an hour, and now it was only ten minutes before ten o'clock.

He smiled apologetically, adjusted his seat, and said, "I'll drive right away. It's only fifty minutes away. I'll definitely be there before lunch."

"It's not that urgent."

Jin Zaijing stretched out his hand and fetched the coffee: "The coffee may be a little cold. When we reach the edge of the field later, it will fall directly onto the road."

After sleeping for a while, his energy had recovered a bit. Han Zidong waved his hand carelessly, turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly drove out.

Jin Zaijing put the coffee into the storage compartment and took out a stick of chewing gum: "Ah."

Han Zidong glanced, turned his head slightly, opened his mouth, and ate the chewing gum handed over by Jin Zaijing.

Grandpa Jin Zaijing's home is located in Daofeng District in the north. It was one of several districts where the government used to resettle poor people, and its economic development was relatively slow.

However, Dobong District is rich in tourism resources. Every weekend, a large number of citizens come to enjoy dates and farm entertainment. Therefore, Dobong District is also known as the last rural village in Seoul City.

It takes about fifty minutes to drive from Seongdong District to Dobong District. The further you go to Dobong District, the wider your surrounding view becomes, and you can even see Bukhan Mountain in the distance.

After leaving the core urban area, Jin Zaijing completely let go. Sometimes he stretched his hands out of the window to grab the air, and sometimes he lay his head on the car window and hummed a song.

"Among the swaying flowers

I feel the aroma of your shampoo

Just passing by like this, even though I turned around to look for it

All I see is the vast sea of ​​people

...』

As the sun rose higher and the sun shone on his body, Han Zidong felt his body become lighter again. He followed Jin Zaijing's singing and echoed a few lines.

After more than forty minutes of driving, the car slowly stopped near a Korean house.

After pushing the door open and getting out of the car, Han Zidong opened the back seat and took out three handbags. Jin Zaijing ran over and picked up one, and the two walked towards the main entrance together.

Maybe they heard the honking of the car, but before the two of them walked over, a gray-haired old man who was no less than 175cm tall walked out of the doorway.

After Jin Zaijing saw the old man, he quickly waved: "Grandpa."

The old man raised his left hand and waved it with a smile. Jin Zaijing glanced at Han Zidong and ran away. Han Zidong also trotted after him.

Jin Zaijing ran to the old man and hugged him immediately: "Grandpa, do you miss me?"

"Well, our little Zaijing finally came to see me."

"Actually, I've wanted to come here for a long time... wasn't it delayed by other things?"

Jin Zaijing let go of the old man and pulled Han Zidong over: "Grandpa, this is my friend Han Zidong."

Han Zidong was usually quite afraid of meeting his elders, but now he decisively chose to act naive and greeted him respectfully.

"Haha, I heard Zai Jing said about you," the old man patted Han Zidong on the shoulder: "You are still too thin, you should eat more."

"Inside."

"Okay, don't stand on the roadside anymore," the old man turned sideways and made room: "We'll sit at home."

Jin Zaijing held the old man's arm and whispered in his ear from time to time. Occasionally, the two of them would look back at Han Zidong.

Han Zidong followed the strategy of pretending to be stupid and would not speak if he could, but he had eyes for life and followed him with three handbags.

Pushing open the wooden door, a narrow courtyard appeared in front of you.

Through the windows, the facilities of several houses can be seen. Although most of the structures of the houses are made of primitive wooden materials, the facilities inside the houses are indeed modern enough.

After following the old man into the main house, he discovered that what he thought was the main house was just a kitchen and dining room, and the real main house was at the back.

Go out from the side door of the kitchen and enter the yard again.

As Jin Zaijing walked, he introduced to him that in addition to the bedroom, the courtyard was more like a large porcelain studio, with raw material processing, a production room, a kiln room, and an exhibition room.

Entering the living room of the main house, Han Zidong placed his handbag on the table.

Jin Zaijing picked up one of the handbags: "Grandpa, this is the ginseng tea Han Zidong gave you."

Of course he didn't buy this box of ginseng tea. It was already hard enough for him to just wake up in the morning. How could he remember to buy a meet-and-greet gift? However, Han Zidong still took a step forward and held the bottom of the ginseng tea box, just like this box.

He really bought the gift.

"Grandpa, you have to take care of yourself, otherwise Zaijing will have to worry about you."

"Hey," the old man accepted the ginseng tea and put it aside: "Oh no! You two sit down. Do you want coffee or ice water?"

"Grandpa, let me go. Han Zidong has a bad stomach and can't drink ice water."

After Jin Zaijing finished speaking, he walked out of the house and went to the kitchen.

"Have a bad stomach?"

After watching Jin Zaijing leave, the old man asked with concern.

In fact, there are many reasons for the habit of drinking hot water. Having a bad stomach was something that happened in a previous life, but Han Zidong was too lazy to explain it in detail, so his bad stomach was remembered by Jin Zaijing.

"When I used to deliver food, I often couldn't eat on time, so I had some gastrointestinal discomfort. In China, we usually drink hot water, so I rarely drink ice water."

The old man looked at Han Zidong and smiled: "Actually, drinking hot water is also good. I heard that you are self-taught in art?"

"Inside."

"We, Zijing, are just like you. We have also been interested in art since childhood. Although we attended cram schools for a while, we later went home and studied on our own."

Han Zidong nodded lightly. Jin Zaijing also told him twice about this past.

As a child, Kim Zai-kyung’s dream was to go to American University, so when she was in the fifth grade of elementary school, she was sent to a training class specializing in art. However, the cramming education method of the training class seriously damaged her creative enthusiasm. After that, she

Under the arrangement of my parents, I gave up the art high school and chose the high school.

"Looking at it this way, you really have a lot in common."

The old man told him some interesting stories about Jin Zaijing's childhood with great interest.

For example, when she was very young, Kim Zai Kyung made money by making handicrafts and bought the album she wanted. Another example is that she beat up a boy who bullied a female classmate.

After finishing speaking, the old man smiled narrowly: "Are you scared?"

Han Zidong nodded: "I was indeed frightened, but I was frightened by Zai Jing's charm."

"Hahaha, you are also a very charming young man. However, I was just a little curious about the seniority relationship between you and Zaijing..."

"Nai, because we in the Xia Kingdom don't value the age difference of three to five years, so the two of us get along with each other as peers, and I rarely call her 'Nuna'."

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Good friends, no matter what, the most important thing is that you young people get along comfortably."

At this time, Jin Zhijing walked in carrying a tray.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just a casual chat."

Jin Zaijing divided the tea: "Grandpa, we came here this time to see you making celadon. Can you teach Han Zidong later?"

"You just have one day today to experience drawing blanks." The old man glanced at Jin Zaijing and said, "It's such a nice weather to play in the mud at home. We'll go fishing by the river in the afternoon."

Hearing the words "playing in the mud", Han Zidong smiled from ear to ear. The old man was so temperamental to him that even hiking in such a nice weather was much better than playing in the mud.

Thanks to Mu Huo Tong Ming 4949 for his August ticket, thanks to the February ticket to Jinse Changsi, thanks to the April ticket to the hot dance, Kunlun Sect Xuantian Sect's April ticket, and the February ticket to singing and drinking during the day.

(End of chapter)