I don’t know how long Cui Xueli had been crying, but a bell suddenly rang in the pavilion.

『Electric Electric Shock

E E E Electric E E E Electric Shock……』

Obviously this is f(x)'s "Electric Shock", Han Zidong reminded softly: "Sulli, your phone number?"

Cui Xueli stopped crying when she heard this, let go of Han Zidong, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

After seeing the call, she did not rush to answer the call. Instead, she wiped the tears on her face, pressed her chest, and adjusted her breathing.

As soon as the call was connected, the identity of the caller was revealed by the sound of "I'm sorry".

Han Zidong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The call came in time, otherwise he would not have known how to comfort this crying girl.

Thinking that there must be a lot of private conversations between mother and daughter, and it would not be appropriate for him to stay here, Han Zidong pointed outside the pavilion, wanting to leave space for Cui Xueli to talk alone.

But Cui Xueli held her down with one hand and shook her head at him. He had no choice but to sit aside, breathing steadily and minimizing his presence as much as possible.

Just as Cui Xueli said, there seems to be nothing in common between mother and daughter. During the short two-three-minute call, Cui Shirley, except for giving a few affirmative replies, spent most of the time in silence.

spent.

"Drinking a little beer with the Ernies."

"..."

"I won't go back. I made an appointment with my friend not to go back to Busan this Mid-Autumn Festival."

"..."

"Female friends."

"..."

"It's Seulgi," Cui Xueli glanced at Han Zidong and continued to reply: "We are close friends in the same year, and Seulgi is also in SM.

Okay, mom, goodbye!"

"My mother asked me if I wanted to go back to Busan for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I said I wanted to stay in Seoul." Cui Xueli put down the phone and briefly told Han Zidong the content of the call.

Han Zidong didn't know why, but he still followed Cui Xueli's words and replied: "Really? Then I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival in advance!"

"Thank you!" Cui Shirley smiled reluctantly.

An unexpected phone call made the two of them estranged again. Remembering the ambiguous scene where the two hugged each other just now, she stood up and lay down in front of the fence, shouting down the mountain: "Sulli, fighting!"

Han Zidong also shouted: "Zidong, fighting! Sulli, fighting!"

Cui Shirley laughed, and this time her smile was a little more relaxed: "fighting!"

When she was holding on to the fence and preparing to stand up, her left hand suddenly felt a sting and she retracted it.

She was half-lying in front of the fence. She lost the support of her left hand, and immediately lost her balance and fell forward. The effect of alcohol also made her reaction a few beats slower than usual. Under the influence of inertia, most of her body

The body has already leaned out of the fence.

"Holy shit!"

Upon seeing this, Han Zidong quickly knelt down and hugged Cui Xueli's waist at the last moment.

Stretching out a hand to protect the other party's head, he rolled over and completely pulled Cui Xueli back into the pavilion.

There was a crackle, and the two of them rolled over.

"One thing!"

Han Zidong sat up straight and gasped for air. After experiencing the scene just now, most of his alcoholism was gone.

A step away, an empty wine can rolled to the side, and another wine can with more than half a bottle in it was bubbling out.

Gan, the bottle at the back belongs to him!

Han Zidong raised his eyebrows. It was definitely the first time for this girl to drink alcohol, and she drank so quickly.

Glancing over, the perpetrator was sitting cross-legged on the ground as if nothing was wrong. She seemed to be clasping her fingers. She seemed unaware of the danger just now.

Oh my god, this is not a drunkard like Yuri, this is a drunkard, a complete drunkard!

Han Zidong leaned over and asked in a stern tone: "Ah, do you know that you almost sent me back early..."

Cui Shirley raised her head and stretched out her left hand naively: "Apa!"

"Oppa, Appayo!"

No one can escape the coquettish "Oppa" from Busan girls, and Han Zidong is no exception.

"Um...what's wrong with you?"

He quickly turned on the flashlight on his phone, squeezed Cui Xueli's hand, and examined it carefully.

Finally, a tiny wooden thorn was found in Cui Shirley's palm. It turned out that this was the culprit!

While picking at the wood thorns, he warned: "Ah, you should drink less in the future, you can really cause trouble for others."

After the near-miss scene just now, there was only the last bottle of wine left. Cui Shirley proposed half a bottle for each person, but Han Zidong did not dare to let Cui Xueli continue to drink from him, but pulled her to play a little game——

truth or Dare.

After several rounds of truth or dare, Cui Shirley chose to tell the truth and express her feelings.

Han Zidong, on the other hand, was busy drinking and took the opportunity to finish most of the drinks.

"Oppa, who is your first love?"

Han Zidong poured half a glass of wine into the paper cup and chose to drink.

"Oppa, you can't keep drinking, you have to answer the next question?"

Han Zidong bumped the wine jar and confirmed that there was not much wine left in the bottle, and then replied with a smile: "ok."

He pinched the empty wine can before, exerted force, and the empty wine can continued to spin. This time, the chosen person was Cui Shirley.

"Sulli, do you prefer acting to dancing?" Han Zidong casually asked an innocuous question.

Cui Xueli nodded first, then shook her head: "I don't know. At the beginning, I liked acting because I didn't want to disappoint my mother. Later, I was able to make money and subsidize the family, and I felt that acting well might help my mother."

Happy.

"It's just that as I get taller and taller," Cui Shirley gestured at her height, "the roles for children are becoming more and more inappropriate, and the roles for adults won't come to me at all, so I will accept the company's job."

My suggestion was to choose a girl group.

To be honest, I don’t know what I like to do, maybe I just want to be a housewife.”

Han Zidong was silent, not sure what position he should take to sort things out.

Should I persuade the girl in front of me to endure the seven-year exclusive contract period and wait until the contract period is up before pursuing what she wants in her heart? Or should I say that everyone should live for themselves instead of living in a world where others need to be recognized?

inside.

But Cui Shirley didn't think so much. She smiled and held down the wine can, and said with a sly smile: "It's my turn."

The game continues.

When the wine jar stopped, the mouth of the jar was facing Han Zidong.

Cui Xueli's eyes flickered, as if there was a deer jumping around in her heart.

The man in front of her seemed to have a strange charm, and he unknowingly made her confide a lot of truth that she had never confided to anyone, and that she would most likely never say.

An unexpected desire suddenly appeared in her life where she had only the spotlight. She longed to keep drinking and chatting with the man in front of her.

She leaned forward and opened her mouth slightly, but the words she was supposed to say were blocked in her throat because her heart was beating so hard. She took a deep breath and swallowed.

"Zidong Oppa, do you like a girl like me?"

what's the situation?

Hearing Cui Xueli's words, Han Zidong was confused, whether she was confessing or joking.

Although he is very handsome, he is not enough for a female idol to fall in love with him at first sight.

Han Zidong shook his head and gestured with his hands behind his ears: "I like girls with long hair."

"Yeah~" Cui Xueli flattened her mouth, touched the ends of her hair, and argued unconvincingly: "In half a year at most, my hair will grow to hang down my shoulders."

"Okay, then you can ask me again in half a year."

Han Zidong responded to "joking" with a joke.

The wine jar spun two more times, and it was Han Zidong's turn again. This time, Cui Shirley focused the question on Han Zidong's career.

"Zidong Oppa, are you really a comic book writer?"

"Well, if I can successfully draw a popular comic in the next two months, my identity as a comic writer should be confirmed. If not, then I will have to return to China first."

"Why two months?"

"Because I only have two months left on my visa."

Fifteen minutes later, there was an intersection about tens of meters away from Yingyuefeng Park.

Han Zidong hung up the phone in disappointment, and turned around to see Cui Xueli sitting on the storage box with her head pressed on her lap, motionless, and she seemed to be asleep.
To be continued...