Push open the wooden door full of time, the paint fell. The cherry blossoms in the courtyard have not bloomed. The light red glow shines slanted on the slightly wet bluestone platform through the green branches. A purple clay teapot. Two small cups, a curling blue smoke, waiting for people to taste. A slightly thin back, an old wooden guitar was gently plucked. A simple and melodious music spread around with the trembling strings. One wave after another. One swayed and one swayed.

The afterglow pulled the projection on the ground longer and longer. When it finally came, it disappeared without a trace. It seemed that nothing had come before. Everything was just a scene in a dream. In the evening full of colorful clouds, the boy leaned on the cherry blossom trees, his hair was as dark as jade, and his skin was as delicate as beautiful porcelain. A breeze, the corners of some old-colored shirts and clothes were blown gently by the wind. His agate-like black eyes looked straight into the distance ahead. There was blurry and expectation...

"cut", a sound came from a distance. The music stopped, and the boy under the tree stood up and kept bowing to the staff around him and thanked him.

"Jiahang, drink water." A sweet voice came from behind.

"Oh. Thank you Taeyeon." The boy smiled like a flower and took off his water cup. "I've been waiting for a long time. Please don't catch a cold in the cold weather." Taeyeon, who was wrapped in a blanket in front of him, said softly.

"Haha, it's OK. But aren't you cold?" Taeyeon asked in a pretended ignorant look at Han Jiahang, who was wearing only a thin plaid shirt in front of her.

"Ah..." The answer was a pig-killing cry and a running figure.

"Ha ha ha ha"

"There is the last shot. Today is over. You don't have to suffer like this anymore." Jiahang, who has been kept warm, said to Taeyeon beside him. "Thank you really for your sister Taeyeon during this period."

Since the recording ended, the company has been busy filming the MV of Han Jiahang's album. After discussion, it was finally decided that the heroine would take responsibility as Kim Taeyeon. One is to continue the plot of the advertisement. The other is to build momentum for the upcoming Girls' Generation. The script of the real MV was written by Han Jiahang himself. It tells a simple story of a young boy and girl from meeting, knowing, falling in love to parting. Four songs run through the whole MV. It is expected to be 30 minutes of time. Han Jiahang hopes to deeply plant music into people's minds in the form of music movies, so that people can think of mv and themselves once they hear music.

Everything is ready, just wait for the director to start.

The setting sun was like blood. The only way to add a hint of mystery to the body was to add a touch of mystery to people. The sky was full of rays of cherry blossom trees and the slightly moist bluestone platform, the two cups filled with Qing tea were already cold. The figures standing with each other tried their best to control the eyes not to look at each other. They were floating around, as if they were careless, but subconsciously paying attention to each other's every move. The girl had blue-black hair, with large waves curled on her shoulders casually, looking at her head in front of her, lowering her head, holding her hands behind her back, and touching the ground with her toes. A boy who looked casual and unintentionally. Her eyes were filled with deep sadness. Her tone was cold like the cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, touching the skin directly. She stopped in her ears and was frostbite in her heart.

"Is there nothing to say?"

"I've been with her for a long time."

"I didn't come on my birthday because I was with her. I was still lying to me and saying that there was something. Is that a very important thing you said?" My body was trembling, and my heartache was so painful that it was undepressing. The girl was covered in tears. Her fine teeth bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to restrain her crying. Her eyes were full of sadness, deep disappointment, and boundless bitterness.

"I was just being tricked by you for the time being during this period, right? I raised my head and answered me." The girl's voice subconsciously increased a lot.

The boy still lowered his head and could not see any expression. The hands behind him were tightly clasped together, but it showed that the boy was not as calm as the surface.

"Haha, I don't even want to look at me, right?" The girl's voice could no longer continue to pretend to be cold. The trembling tone revealed the mess and sadness in her heart. The boy finally raised his head, with a calm face without any special expression, and his eyes were floating and there was no slight disdain. The arrogant arrogance was nothing else.

"Haha, it seems that I am really passionate. Compared to love, I only have curiosity, right." Seeing the other person's appearance, the girl could no longer suppress her emotions. She covered her mouth with her hands and gradually cried out. Tears flowed out of her eyes like rain. Along the delicate skin, it finally penetrated into the corner of her mouth. The salty feeling was endless bitter.

"Wipe your tears dry. Do you think your tears are useful now?" The boy's slightly contemptuous tone floated gently, like the fallen leaves in the autumn, falling in no direction. Suddenly, another rapid wind came, making him even less sure where he would fall.

"Yes, I'm just curious. Because I want to know how much I can get it easily for a girl." "Haha, I didn't expect it to be effortless." The boy's voice became even more erratic, but every word came into the girl's ears. It was cold and cold as if falling into an ice cave. The girl's face was almost pale, and her eyes were full of unbelievable expressions.

"So, wake up, little girl, you don't even look at yourself. Who would like you, a short guy..."

The girl was already numb and stared at the other person blankly, allowing tears to slide down from the bottom of her eyes.

"Are you still leaving? Then I'll leave first." After saying that, without waiting for the girl to answer, he turned around and walked away step by step. He was so firm, looking at the boy's back so relaxed, gradually becoming farther and farther away. At this moment, the boy was already in tears. Hate me, hate me. Only in this way can you completely forget me. You will never think of me again, remember this beautiful but helpless memory.

The setting sun dyed the sky red like blood, and was covered with the boy's back. In the blur, there was a trace of mystery, which obscured people's vision and also concealed the reluctant loneliness.

The camera freezes, leaving a beautiful picture.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work." Han Jiahang thanked the staff around him loudly. Hey, it's over. These three days have been really hard. Getting up early and going to bed late every day allows Han Jiahang to fully experience the hard work of an actor.

"Sister Taeyeon, thank you for your hard work." Han Jiahang said sincerely as he stared at Taeyeon staring at a pair of rabbit eyes.

"It's okay, we will just come and participate in MVs in the future." Taeyeon said in a big way. "However, your acting skills are still low and stronger. This is not possible. If it affects the sales of our album, you can just wait and get rid of it." As he said that, Taeyeon did not forget to stretch out her clenched fist.

"Hehe. It's the commander, I guarantee to complete the task." Han Jiahang suddenly stood attentively and saluted Taeyeon.

"Ah, look for a fight." He said that, and then fisted at each other.

"Ah, no." When Han Jiahang saw the other party's angry look, he ran away.

"Don't run, stop for me."

"Let's talk about it after catching up with me."

"Okay, I won't deal with you."

One ran in front, the other chased after desperately. The small shooting scene became even more noisy.

The sunset is left with only a thread still in the horizon. The fiery red glow has become much dim, and big gray clouds gather in the horizon, like a farewell to Ai Ai Ai, and like a silent waiting. In the ancient courtyard, in addition to a little panic, there is also the gentle singing floating around the courtyard.

Where will the fallen leaves go with the wind

Only leave it to the sky for a beautiful scene

The sound of flying in the air

Like angel's wings

Passing through my happy past

Where love has been

The fragrance of yesterday is preserved

That familiar warmth

Like angel's wings

Passing through my boundless heart

I believe you are still here

Never left

My love protects you like an angel

If life is here

No me ever since

I'll find an angel to love you for me

I'll find an angel to love you for me

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Chapter completed!