[Korean entertainment] The world of power is here

My name is Quan Shiai, female, 24 years old, an interior designer.

I lived with my parents in London until I was seven years old, and my family moved back to Korea after my father said he couldn’t let go of his parents.

My father is Quan Zhilong, he is a music producer, he was a singer and rapper when he was young, very cool.He and his group were smash hits, and in his 30s he chose to live behind the scenes and make songs for others.

His group is called bigbang, and their fans are called vip. I know it because once when my father took me and several other members to a YG concert, some of them wore crowns and held their lamps in colorful Sit in other combination light boards.They didn't perform that day, and they never cheered for the other singers on stage.

Later, my father and several other members asked the staff to bring them in. It was obvious that these fans were several years older than other fans, and some of them cried when they saw them.

The staff asked why they were still crying when they saw their idols, why they were so sad.

I still remember clearly what one of the women said, she said, because they are bigbangs, great bigbangs, bigbangs no worse than anyone else.

However, one day they stopped singing on the stage.I think this is probably why they are sad.

My father smiled and hugged the crying girl, comforting her to stop crying.

Later, they signed a few names and gave them to them——bigbangisvip, thankyou.

(I saw this in 1tym’s fan post, it’s quite popular, if you’re interested, you can search it, it’s so touching.)

He has four good buddies, I call them uncles, oh except for one Uncle Tri, who is older than my father.He is an actor, handsome, super handsome, much handsomer than my father.He has two kids, and Uncle Trib's wife always says he's the youngest kid, and I agree with both hands, I've seen him fight strawberry ice cream with his kids.

Another Uncle Dong has the deepest friendship with my father. I was a bit of a big ass when he got married, but this can’t change the fact that I am their flower girl. My mother said that the bride was met by Uncle Dong when he attended church activities. Both of them believed in Christ. We never visit them on Sundays because they must be in church.

Another one is Uncle Dacheng, he is a well-known host and is still active on the screen.He sings very well, and he dotes on me very much. Whenever my mother scolds me, as long as he is there, he will protect me, my father?My father will always stand by my mother against me.Everything, An Hai, you are so good!

I almost forgot that there is another Uncle Li, who is the busiest of the five people. He does a lot of business and often wears suits and leather shoes, but he brings me various toys every time.My father likes to bully him the most, the two of them are like... well... like a cat and a mouse, completely two old children.

They raised a Shar-Pei called Monkey King, and they would go downstairs to sneak out to Wukong every day after dinner.It is the offspring of Jiahu and Julie raised by my father when he was young. He is not as lively as other dogs, and he always looks at me with disillusioned eyes.

My mother said that this look is exactly the same as that of its father's tiger, and it can't be resembling. The photo of the tiger left by my father can prove that my mother is not lying.

I also have two aunts, and Aunt Park Chun is the funniest one. When I first met her, she lied to me that she was my biological mother. My parents exchanged six SpongeBob dolls for her.As a result, I was depressed and unable to eat for a week.

I also have an aunt Joker who has a great figure. She is a Filipino. We used to spend a lot of time together in London. After returning to Korea, the chances of seeing each other decreased a lot.

Oh oh the most important person hasn't been introduced yet, my mom.

An Hai.

She is the most incompetent mother among all the parents I have seen since I was a child. When my father carried me on his shoulders when I was a child, she would beg for nothing to tear me off and let my father carry her. My father said he couldn't carry her. Just say yes, then you can solve it outside for dinner tonight.

Then my dad would resign himself to carrying her on his back and walk around the park blindly, while my mother would lie on his back and let him run. If he couldn't run, my dad would just sit on the grass, and the two of them would laugh together. happy.

She has some bronchitis, and the cough becomes worse when she catches a cold. My father said that fortunately, she quit smoking for a few years in order to get pregnant with me, otherwise it must be much worse than now, thanks to me.But I'm sure she doesn't think so.

Because she always said that life is not a complete life without cigarettes.

She quit smoking for a few years to get pregnant with me, and my dad also quit to be on the safe side.After giving birth to me, my mother started smoking again. A few years later, she was diagnosed with bronchitis. The doctor refused to let her smoke, and my father also accompanied her to stop smoking.

My father is in good health and looks good when he smiles. He is relatively small, and he is handsome and neat. My classmates say he is very handsome.But he has a bit of arthritis. He said it was caused by a leg injury when he was young, and it hurts badly when it is rainy.

At that time, his temper will become very bad, especially easy to quarrel with my mother, my mother quarreled but he was angry and cried and hit him with things, my QQ candy, my dad's hat, her underwear and other innocuous things He hit him head and face, cursing at the same time.

After the smashing, I put a hot towel on his leg to help relieve the pain. Anyway, I have never seen them not quarreling since I grew up. Most of the time, my dad let her.Anyway, what does it matter, it doesn't have to be a fight to win or lose, quarrels are quarrels, my dad has always doted on her.

In the past, when our family went back to the mountain to accompany my grandparents for the holidays, they lay on the beach chairs and sat by the lake of the mountain to fish. My mother fell asleep wearing my dad’s fisherman’s hat. My dad walked over and bent over to lift her face away. With the broken hair on her face, she lowered her head and kissed the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes lightly, then smiled like a child.

Another time, our family went to the beach to play. At that time, the weather was not so hot, but my mother was still dressed as cool as September. Before going out, the two of them had a big fight. The reason was that my father asked my mother Wearing an extra layer of clothes, saying that it’s cold when the sea breeze blows by the beach, and it’s not good to catch a cold, but my mother frowned and said no, she looked like a fool for wearing so many clothes.

So my dad helped me get the coat hanging behind the door while arguing with her, and said that it would be best for my mother to freeze to death.

When we got to the beach, the sea breeze was really strong. I could tell that my mother was cold, but she pursed her lips because of the quarrel with my father and refused to say anything.After a while my dad started taking off his clothes, oh my god, he was wearing a denim shirt, a beige sweater vest, and a jacket over it.

He took off his jacket and put it on my mother.

My mother turned and glared at him.

My dad grinned and held her in his arms. It has been like this since I was a child. Every time my mom thinks it looks bad if I wear too much, my dad will wear one more dress than usual and take it off when the time comes. give her.In this way, he will not be cold, and neither will my mother.It can be seen that this must be a solution that has been devised after countless blood lessons.

Some time ago, I went home to visit my mother. During that time, she was in poor health and often fell ill.In the early hours of yesterday morning, when she got up to go to the bathroom, she coughed up blood, leaned on the vanity table and fainted in the bathroom.

My dad saw that she hadn't come back for so long and went to the bathroom to see that something had happened, so he quickly woke me up and the two of them took her to the hospital together.My dad was driving with his seat belt on. He drove very steadily, even more steadily than usual, holding the steering wheel calmly and driving at a constant speed in the night.

I couldn't be as calm as him. I hugged my mother and used a wet wipe to help her clean up the blood around her mouth. I cried while cleaning up. Although my mother is not particularly kind or gentle, she is indeed my mother. A woman of my height is drawn with a pencil on the wall, a woman no one can replace.

After emergency treatment at the hospital, nothing happened, but I had to stay in the hospital for treatment and observation for a few days. My dad drove me home with me to pack up our things and go to the hospital to take care of my mother.I got out of the car to sort out my mother's things, but I didn't see him coming in after finishing everything, so I walked out the door and saw him lying on the steering wheel with his shoulders trembling.

I think he is crying.Because I know that he must be more afraid of losing my mother than I am.

I didn't go over to disturb him, but turned around and went back to the house.

From the mouths of several uncles, I know that the two of them are not as smooth as others. They broke up, and even separated for a long time, but they are still together in the end.

After a while, my dad opened the door and entered the room. After he packed his things, he looked at the things I helped my mother pack. He took out a piece of clothing and put it back in the closet and put another one in. He said your mother likes this sweater .

Then he drove to the hospital alone and told me to go back to my shift in two days.

Looking at the car lights slowly melting into the night, I thought, the best gift they gave me in this life is to let me know that they love each other very much.

This year, my father was 56 years old and my mother was 55 years old.

I almost forgot, I remember my aunt, Haru, the flower girl who was many years older than me when my parents got married, once described to me the scene of my parents getting married.

They got married when my dad was 30 years old, and they didn't make it public. On the day of the wedding, the weather was bad and it rained heavily, and my mother's skirt was wet.Wet on the ground.

The priest invited was Uncle Dong, who asked, "Groom, are you willing to marry the bride? Whether she will be rich or poor in the future, or whether she will be healthy or unwell in the future, are you willing to be with her forever?" "

He said, I do.

Father Dong asked again, please express your mood at this time.

My father took a deep breath and shouted like a child, I feel like the happiest person in the world!

My mother actually made a joke in front of so many people with the bouquet, she said, Quan Zhilong, you have never seen other people, how do you know that you are the happiest person in the world.

He said, because today you finally married me and finally stepped on the red carpet with me, everyone here knows that I am your groom.

Then, he held her finger and pointed to her heart and said, and just so happened, my An Hai, my whole world, is here with you.

The author has something to say: The world of power ends in this half-text, half-extraordinary narration from Brother Long's descendants.The article begins and ends in memories.

It's the finale, it's the finale, it's really the finale... The world that started in February, today, it's the finale.This is the second book about Brother Long written by Xiaojuan, how should I put it.The mood is so complicated. I remember that when the first book was finished, Xiao Juan hid in the toilet alone and cried for a long time for no reason, as lost as a broken love!You don't have to think about updating the content every day, and there are no readers talking to me anymore, people don't like this! !real!I can't bear it~

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