[Korean entertainment] The world of power is here

It's clearly here.

It's here, and I left it here, why can't I find it?

The squatting legs were already numb to the point of weakness, and he simply knelt on the ground and dumped out all the things in the trash can. An Hai stretched out his hands to rummage through them, and his vision became more and more blurred.

"An Hai?... What are you doing here?" A pair of black skateboard shoes stopped in front of her, VANS.The voice was also very familiar. She was taken aback for a moment, stopped what she was doing and raised her head to look at the person coming.

Quan Zhilong saw that her face was tear-stained and there was rubbish around her, and her palm was punctured by the shards of the infusion bottle that the hospital nurse casually threw into the trash can.He was a little dazed, only to realize that five months had passed since that unpleasant meeting in Beijing.He did not expect that the two would meet in this way. Li Shanxiong did tell him that An Hai was also in the hospital, and he was also mentally prepared that he might be driven away by An Hai, might be ignored, might have a dispute, and might be forgiven. ..

Anyway, not so.

"What are you looking for?"

"...." An Hai lowered his head in embarrassment, pursed his lips and did not answer.

"I'll help you find it together." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and began to dig through the trash.

An Hai pulled him back and said, "No need. I'll just find it myself, thank you."

Thank you.What a calm and rusty tone.

"Tell me, what are you looking for." He insisted, without any sign of anger at her indifference to him.

"No, really... Quan Zhilong... Can you leave me alone."

"Your hand is bleeding, the glass in the hospital is dirty, there may be a virus." Holding her hand, "I'll take you to clean the wound before coming back to accompany you..."

"Just pretend that you didn't see me, okay?" He shook off his hand, and sat on the ground limply, his chest heaving irregularly due to crying and lack of oxygen, "Get out, get out, okay!"

A hoarse voice echoed in the corridor, Quan Zhilong crouched in front of her and just looked at her without any displeasure.Ten seconds later, the voice-activated lights went out, and the corridor fell into darkness again.

"No." In the darkness, he stretched out his hand and hugged her tremblingly into his arms, gently stroking her hair with his dry palm, and said, "No, An Hai."

Because I know, now you are alone, no.

-----Hospital Corridor----

Quan Zhilong took an alcohol bottle and sat down beside her, stuffed a cotton swab into the bottle to get wet, then put her palm on his knee, spread her palm with his fingers and lowered his head to clean the wound a little bit.The moment the alcohol touched the wound, An Hai subconsciously withdrew his hand, and then didn't move again.

"I'm looking for the necklace my father gave me." Looking at the pale wall opposite with unfocused eyes, "I threw it away."

"I think reality is disgusting and chilling sometimes. I would rather not know the truth." She put on a face that was uglier than crying and continued, "But when I think of An Cheng staying alone on the cold floor I wanted to strangle that woman to death all night, and I began to regret why I threw away the last thing he left me. You see, I can’t even find it now. What a pity if it was thrown away. How much can it sell for?"

He couldn't understand what the truth was, the only information Quan Zhilong got was that An Hai was looking for a necklace just now.

Tighten the alcohol bottle. When he was about to get up and throw the used cotton swabs into the trash can, the person beside him held his arm and kept him from moving. After he sat down, he gently leaned his head on his shoulder, and she closed her eyes. Eye said, "Lend me for a while, it's really just borrowing."

One year and four months, the first year and four months she left Korea, one year and five months after she left him, still only his shoulders could make her feel at ease.

Early the next morning, An Hai walked into the cemetery holding the photos of the deceased, wearing a necklace around his neck.He found it for himself last night. The necklace turned out to be stuck at the bottom of the trash can because of chewing gum.He bent down and stretched out his hands and almost got his head into the trash can to pick it out, rinsed it under the tap and hung it back on her chest.

Men are obviously clean freaks.

He will be cremated today, and he will be buried after the cremation.The funeral procession behind was not considered huge, a group of people dressed in black walked slowly in the mist and mist.As he walked, An Hai inexplicably remembered the time when An Cheng was a smash hit. At that time, he was always surrounded by many fans, who were noisy and restless.A few illegitimate fans knew of her existence, and secretly blocked her on the way home from school to give her various candies.

And now, she looked up at the mountaintops covered by clouds in the distance.I couldn't stop feeling desolate in my heart, star, what's so good about it.How nice it is to live a stable life like an ordinary person, working from nine to five, occasionally complaining and nagging because of the skin that has deteriorated due to overtime work, or the unspoken rules of the unit that I am promoted too slowly and feel aggrieved.

An Cheng was placed in the middle of the hall outside the cremation room, and according to the custom, everyone had to walk around him to bid farewell to the remains.An Hai walked in the front holding the portrait of the deceased, while the younger generation and Jiang Huizhen behind him were already crying.She didn't, she just felt so tired. She hasn't had a good sleep since she found out the news the day before yesterday. Now she just wants to find a place to lie down and have a good sleep.

After bidding farewell to the body last night, the staff came to push An Cheng away, and he was about to be cremated.Jiang Hye-jung held on to Anseong's cart and refused to let go. She has always been a person who attaches great importance to affection, as if reciprocating love. After Li Shanxiong's father passed away, Anseong took care of her like his own daughter-in-law.Jiang Huizhen cried until her eyes were swollen and shouted to An Hai, "An Hai, come and help me! Come and help me."

An Hai walked over and stretched out his hand, and together with Li Shanxiong, they held her.Then he stood there and watched the staff push An Cheng away.

Until the moment when An Cheng was slowly pushed into the incinerator, An Hai finally had a real feeling.Ancheng is dead, dead forever.My last relative died like this, and An Cheng, who could make me cry in anger, died. This was the last time I saw him.She stepped forward and slapped the transparent glass hard and shouted, "Don't! Don't! That's my father, don't touch him. Ancheng! Ancheng! Ancheng!..."

But the staff pushed him in without even raising his head. That was probably the most difficult 20 minutes Anhai had endured in the past 40 years.But she came over sitting alone at the door.She watched Li Shanxiong turn his back in front of the crowd and secretly wipe his eyes, then pulled a large box and distributed towels to everyone who attended the funeral. He bowed and said thank you for your hard work every time he distributed a towel.

But suddenly someone broke in to break the scene. It was the woman who was threatened by An Hai in the hospital that day, and brought her group of cronies back to kill her.Before everyone could react, they sent someone to take the ashes first.

Then he walked up to An Hai holding the portrait of An Cheng arrogantly and said, give me the property.Otherwise, no one wants to get An Cheng's ashes today, and no one wants to bury him.

An Hai looked up at her, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you sad? Are you not guilty?"

"Sad? Are you kidding me? I don't have time to be sad. And why should I feel guilty?"

"Really? That's great. If I were you, I'd be so guilty that I wouldn't be able to sleep." Without any envious tone, she lit a cigarette and looked coldly at the opposing sides, "Take the ashes if you like, give it to me You. Money, as I said last time, I won’t give you a dime.”

"Look, aren't you the same as me? It's just for money. Well, since you don't care that much." As if she had confidence in her ashes, the woman turned her head and said to the person holding the urn, "Since he My daughter said she doesn't care, so it's smashed..."

"Smashed?" The person holding the ashes was taken aback, there is no such link today!

"I told you to smash it! You fucking hurry up..."

"Boom---!" The woman's sharp cry was interrupted by the sound of glass hitting the ground after a hard collision, blood slowly seeped out from her forehead, she turned her head and stared at the tightness in her hand with wide eyes in disbelief. Holding the photo frame, An Hai shattered the glass protecting the photo.

"You smash one and give me a try. I want you to be buried with me." After speaking, he raised his hand and wanted to smash it down again with a corner of the photo frame.

"An Hai!" Someone broke through the crowd and quickly blocked the sharp and heavy corner of the photo frame with the back of his hand.The single eyelid hidden behind the sunglasses closed in pain and let out a muffled grunt, the back of his hand was smashed and bleeding.The woman whose forehead was still bleeding finally recovered from the shock and ran away screaming.

An Hai looked at the man whose hands were dripping blood in front of him, and let go of the photo frame.He stepped back and sat paralyzed on the ground, with his entire palm resting on the ground covered with shards of glass.

In the end, how the dispute was resolved An Hai didn't know, but when she woke up, her palms had already been bandaged.She slowly sat up and looked at the furnishings in the room, feeling both strange and familiar.The guitar in the corner, the scratches on the wardrobe, the hanging decorations on the bedside lamp, and the stained curtains.

She turned her head to look more certain.

Isn't this the apartment she lived in before?

The door opened with a click, and a man with the back of his hand also wrapped in white gauze came in with milk. Seeing her dazed expression sitting on the bed, he asked, "Are you awake?"

The door was pushed open with a click, and An Hai looked at the person who entered the room with milk in his hand.Seeing that she had sat up, the man asked, "Are you awake?"

"How is Ancheng?" She was more concerned about this issue, as if she passed out after that push, and she didn't know anything about it after that.

"It has been buried, next to your mother."

"I smashed your hand?" Seeing the back of his bandaged hand hanging on one side, An Hai remembered that it was the man who blocked the photo frame that hit the woman with his hand before he fell into a coma, "I'm sorry, it hurts, right? .I'm asking nonsense..."

"It's okay." Sit down on the bed and deliver the milk to her mouth, "Drink some, warm, soothe the nerves."

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