ps: Sorry, I feel that I often can't bear the fatigue on weekends. Yesterday, I just lie back on the computer and slept until ten o'clock in the evening. Then I actually wrote 6k before 8 o'clock this morning, but I thought I might as well put a big chapter, so I didn't update... But after breakfast, I fell asleep again in a daze. I got up at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and looked very dissatisfied with what I wrote. I renovated it once. It was not until now that I have a big chapter... Please forgive me.

I'm the dividing line of the black sweet sleep

As Kim Jong-ming told Krystal, he needs to go to the company to handle some necessary but not very important financial work. As for finance, it is appropriate to treat it carefully, which is of course understandable.

In fact, although Kim Jong-ming learned some news from the paparazzi that touched him a lot, he still chose to go back to the company to deal with work matters, and then stayed busy for almost two hours before leaving the company building. But on this trip, he was just going to take over his sister who was addicted to games and couldn't extricate himself from home. He didn't think about saying anything to Yuri... Everyone is adults, and some things are just private things after all, so it's better to respect them.

However, just as I got into the car, I instinctively glanced at the mobile phone that was silent when I was working, a text message from Yuri caught up in Kim Jong-ming's eyes, and the other party asked him to go to a parking lot on the south bank of the Han River.

Shaking his head helplessly, Jin Zhongming didn't think that the girl was going to play with him someone after the evening. In fact, based on the previous situation, he had instinctively guessed some clues. Perhaps it was the bloody love triangle that had caused the other party to have a headache and helpless turn, which forced the other party to ask for help!

How to say it, although this matter was a bit bloody, I glanced at the place and it was a good way. So, Kim Jong-ming replied with a text message and drove there.

However, after really getting to the place, the situation in front of him was a little... well, beyond Kim Jong-ming's expectations, because there was neither the super Shura field I imagined, nor any difficult journalists and paparazzi. On the contrary, time came to this point in the evening, and there were no people running to the Han River for a walk. The huge parking lot was deserted, but Yuri was sitting alone on the rocks of the riverside beside her sports car.

Beside her, there were spread out boxes of fried chicken and cans of beer.

"Sorry, I'm late?" Jin Zhongming asked weakly when he pushed open the car door.

Yuri glanced back at the person who came over, but didn't speak. She just took off her formal jacket irritably and threw it on the river embankment beside her.

Kim Jong-ming was even more helpless. No matter how he looked at this "afterwards" situation, he felt that he was indeed a bit late.

"I ordered takeaway." Seeing the other party approaching, Yuri finally pointed to the fried chicken beside her and said something unpleasantly.

"But I'm really not hungry." Kim Jong-ming sat next to the other party with a little awkwardness. "I had a meal at Xiao Min in the evening..."

"Then let's have some drinks with me." Yuri immediately reached out and ordered the beer at her feet. "I also ordered beer, fried chicken and beer..."

"Fried chicken and beer, you will be swollen into bread tomorrow morning." Jin Zhongming opened his mouth and said the complaints he wanted to press into his heart.

"I can bear it even if I swollen into puffs!" Yuri responded without hesitation, but her tone immediately softened. "Oppa should drink some with me, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Speaking of this, Kim Jong-ming had to sigh, then took off his coat and opened a can of beer: "How come this line sounds like a broken heart?"

"It's someone else's love." After biting the fried chicken, Yuri took a deep breath. "I didn't. I just refused someone else's confession, but I still felt very uncomfortable and irritable..."

"Why, could it be really touched?" Kim Jong-ming swallowed a small mouthful of beer, then pretended to be a model and looked caring. "Actually, with your current qualifications, in love, as long as you are not very ostentatious, Lee Soo-man and Kim Young-min will also agree..."

"Oppa is overthinking." Yuri put down the fried chicken with one hand and then picked up the beer with the other. "I... although I have a good impression of this person, I really feel very grateful to the other party for being kind to me. But if I really want to let go of falling in love or even living together, it will definitely be unacceptable..."

"Then why are you pretending to be heartbroken here?" Kim Jong-ming was speechless. "Such a good weather, spring is blooming... Well, although it's night, you can also feed dogs and chop firewood! Why did I hear Sunny say that you are preparing to raise a dog?"

"I have a crush on a house in Cheongtandong." Yuri explained casually. "But my parents still have to work, and my brother is also preparing to take the civil servants and prosecutors in Gaoyang. In short, no one in the family is ready to come over, so I have to raise a dog. Just like Sikaoni, occasionally when I can't meet someone when I go home, I can still hold Baker and lie on the sofa... But I'm going to buy a small one, like Xiaoxian's tofu, and I don't plan to learn from your family that treats Baker as a pillow and a footbed cloth..."

Kim Jong-ming kept silent, but in fact there was nothing to reply to such words.

In this way, after both sides said a few jokes, Yuri finally finished a can of beer and calmed down a lot of emotions.

"oppa." Yuri threw the empty beer can accurately into the entrance of the trash can two meters away with one hand.

"Oh." Kim Jong-ming could understand Son Ye-jin in his heart as he looked at the other party's heroic little movements and with such a formal outfit.

"I feel uncomfortable because I refuse someone else's confession."

"You've said this."

"It's because I find myself useless. I don't know how to refuse someone simply!" As he said that, Yuri stretched out a clenched fist to Kim Jong-ming.

Jin Zhongming was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party had been eating and drinking with one hand just now, and the fist had been clenched and placed aside since he sat down, and it had not been lit at all.

"What?" Jin Zhongming looked at the fist with a little curiosity in a daze.

Yuri blushed a little, but she finally spread her hands. It was a beautiful ring, diamond ring.

Jin Zhongming's heart moved slightly, but immediately reacted speechlessly: "You rejected the other party's confession, but accepted the other party's ring? Is this the devil's intention?"

Yuri was extremely embarrassed: "That's what I mean. I finally plucked up the courage to reject her. As a result, she told me that it might be just that I can't accept her due to secular concepts. I asked me to keep a ring. If one day I can change my mind, she will be willing to do it at any time as long as a phone call..."

"Stop for a while." Kim Jong-ming's teeth were sore when he heard it. He put down the beer and turned his head to stare at the other party. "Yuri, I have three questions now...why would you listen to mine first?"

Yuri nodded immediately.

"First, who is she?"

Yuri instinctively wanted to explain, but Kim Jong-ming waved her hand to stop her and continued to ask: "Second, call me, there must be something to ask me to help you, so, what do you want me to do for you? Third, what exactly do you feel depressed because of you? Don't answer three questions, eat fried chicken and drink wine, and then slowly think about it, I'll drink with you, and then tell me after I figure it out, okay?"

Yuri nodded quickly.

Fried chicken and beer are not a cultural tradition, nor are they something that must be eaten with first snow. In fact, the emergence of this combination is a passive fashion.

First of all, the Korean fried chicken restaurant is probably the most convenient takeaway, 24 hours a day, basically on call, especially the heavyweights in the midnight snacks, which can basically be called the mainstream.

So what about beer? It sounds speechless. Most Korean fried chicken restaurants will give fried chicken takeout a small amount of beer, and if you order more beer, you will also have a considerable set meal discount.

So, romance does not exist!

Repeat it, it doesn’t exist! Just like moral integrity does not exist!

"You don't know who was ordering the meal just now!" Just as Kim Jong-ming was listening, a young man who had just returned from delivering the meal in a fried chicken restaurant in Jiangnan was dancing and talking about his experience of delivering the meal just now.

Because it was too late and there were no customers in the store, a group of staff around were listening to his story with great enthusiasm.

"Isn't it just an artist?" Someone complained disdainfully. "The probability of meeting an artist when delivering meals in Jiangnan is too high. I'm almost tired of giving it to..."

"This time is the real trend." The young man replied dissatisfied. "The news and the Internet are hot..."

"Then say it quickly!" The middle-aged store manager who was guarding the ordering phone number and computer behind the counter scolded impatiently. "Don't keep it aside, and don't delay business."

"It's tara!" The young man replied immediately proudly. "Enjing and Soyoon of tara."

"This is really on the cusp of the storm."

"Can you order fried chicken mean that things are over?"

"You can't understand anything you coax together like the Internet..."

"But shouldn't Park So-yeon be still in the hospital?" Someone raised questions.

"It should be true." The manager calmly ended the discussion. "See that the meal order address is indeed Tara's dormitory. The address has been released on the Internet a few days ago... Okay, the news is over, clean it, and then everyone except the night shift can go back after finishing the hygiene."

"It's Yuri from Girls' Generation!" At this moment, before the crowd had spread, the door was knocked open, and another delivery guy shouted loudly as soon as he entered the door. "The takeaway in the Jiangtan parking lot was ordered by Yuri from Girls' Generation..."

"What's wrong today?" The store manager laughed jokingly, and did not show off his airs to scold the clerk. "Have you really met the general trend artist?"

"Who else?" the young man who had just come in asked in confusion. "Who else has encountered the general trend?"

"There are also Tara's Eun-jung and So-yeon, who ordered it to the dormitory." Someone answered and then couldn't wait to ask. "That... Yuri ordered it to the riverside parking lot. I remember it was a double fried chicken beer. Why do you feel like you were on a date? Have you seen someone?"

"Date?" The new clerk suddenly put down the takeaway box. "You said that, it's true. It's obviously a two-person beer fried chicken set meal, but she is the only one on the scene. I instinctively thought it was her agent who was working on something else. Now think about it..."

"Yes." The store manager complained again boredly. "If you are interested, you can go back and have a look. Anyway, you don't work on the night shift, and you can also call "Seoul Sports" and other selling money... The premise is that you don't let me know that you betray the customer's information, otherwise I will open you!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and even the young man who had just entered was a little embarrassed: "I feel that the store manager is always calm about such things..."

"That's because I saw too much." The store manager sighed slightly. "Before I was promoted, I worked at the Yongdepu store and sent fried chicken to the TV station every day... Finally, I felt the same as seeing fried chicken..."

Everyone burst into laughter again, and then stopped talking about these things that were just adding topics to the conversation, but began to lower their heads and clean them up.

And at this moment, as the computer prompt sounded, a new order came again.

"Three people have fried chicken, two people have beer, I'll give it to you this time." Looking at the clerks who were busy with each other, the manager couldn't help laughing dryly. "I hope I can see Girls' Generation and Tara at the same time!"

"Don't those people in the eyes of the store manager are like fried chicken?" Someone couldn't help but joke.

"There are exceptions." The store manager replied calmly. "I am a loyal fan of the sunny screen p in "The Undefeated Youth"!"

Someone whistled jokingly and then threw away the bonus for a week.

"Do you want to go to the balcony to have a breath?" In the tara dormitory, Enjing asked softly, shaking the half can of beer in her hand. "I can help you."

"I don't want to." Zhao Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled and shook her head. "I think it's very comfortable on the sofa. It's even more wonderful to drink some wine and fall asleep when I'm drunk."

Enjing smiled softly, but didn't insist: "Actually, when I came, I felt the wind outside was very comfortable, so I had this idea. But after you said that, I also wanted to lie on the sofa and drink."

"Then come on." Zhaoyan forced her to raise her other inconvenient hand and patted the sofa.

Enjing smiled again, then took off her shoes and sat cross-legged.

"Are you crying?" Zhaoyan turned her head slightly and said in the other person's ear. "I can see it clearly as soon as you come in. I cried hard once, right? Her eyebrows were swollen, which made you wear sunglasses when you take fried chicken."

Unexpectedly, Enjing did not refute, but nodded naturally.

"Crying in the cinema?"

"No, listening to the last song in the cinema is just a pile of emotions, but he didn't cry." Enjing replied calmly with her head tilted. "I didn't cry even when I walked out of the cinema. However, when I entered the back door of the community, I encountered a gust of wind. Ou Ni remembered the unknown flowers in the community, right?"

"Of course." Zhaoyan smiled slightly. "I noticed when I came. I didn't expect that there were such beautiful flowers in the community. They were just unknown plants used for greening on weekdays. They were so beautiful in spring..."

"There will be gone tomorrow." Enjing replied sadly. "Because the wind blew, the unknown petals of the trees on their heads fell like rain. But when they thought that the spring scenery praised by everyone during the day actually left quietly at night, no one knew that, suddenly, the various emotions accumulated before were vented out in an instant, and his tears fell like rain."

"What then?" Zhaoyan continued to ask.

"Then? Then I sat there in the back door and cried for a long time, and then when I got home, I still felt that it was not enough." Enjing looked down at the beer in her hand. "I always felt that there were more words and more emotions needed to be released. I always wanted to find someone to do something and say something, so I ordered the beer and called you, Ou Ni, who was already asleep."

"So that's it." Zhaoyan didn't agree.

"Oni."

"Um?"

"I feel really uncomfortable."

“I can understand.”
To be continued...