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    In the morning, the city that had slept all night gradually woke up.  (

    When the morning light turned into a faint fiery red in the eastern sky, the originally cold road and the low roar of cars gradually began to sound. Mist filled the city from the Han River that ran through the city and from the surrounding lush and rolling mountains.  Among the row upon row of buildings.

    It¡¯s like a city above the clouds.

    When I woke up, the morning sun blocked by the mountains in the distance had already crossed the mountains and shone into this space. Half of the floors were magnificent, half hidden in darkness, and mist floated in the air, like a sea of ??clouds dyed with fire.

    He stared at all this in a daze, motionless for a long time.

    This is the study room, where he slept all night.

    After staying there for an unknown amount of time, there was a slight noise outside the door, and my dazed mind finally regained some clarity. I realized that it was probably because I was showing off my wits!

    He straightened the wrinkles on his clothes and walked out the door. Sure enough, he heard the familiar subtle sound of the electric wheelchair motor running. It was in the bathroom. He didn't look at it, but just walked upstairs to the master bedroom.  The door of the bedroom was not closed, it was slightly ajar, and the floor-to-ceiling windows with the curtains were opened. Large swaths of sunlight, mixed with the tiny fibers floating in the air, illuminated the room thoroughly, except for the crib in the corner.  A shadow.

    His daughter's sleeping look fell into his eyes. The little guy didn't know what he was dreaming about. He had a naive smile on his lips, put his chubby fingers in his mouth, and sucked her.

    His expression softened a little, and without disturbing her, he entered the room and gently closed the door.  Sitting on the bedside of the master bedroom facing the floor-to-ceiling window, in the half-light, half-dark light and shadow, Xiujing, who was still asleep, sat on the bedside. The pillow behind her was tilted, her head was lowered, and she lay  With open hands, a book of signatures was scattered.

    Last night, I wonder how long she waited?

    A ray of sunshine spread to her face, and she frowned in her sleep.  An Junhyuk stood up.  He closed the curtains, then came back, hugged her gently and took away the pillow.  Trying to lay her down.

    Since I had Jingyan.  Xiujing is very alert when sleeping.  As soon as An Junhe made a move, she woke up hazy, not knowing why.  She muttered: "Yooner don't make trouble" and then opened her sleepy eyes.

    She was still in a state of ignorance and did not notice that when she read Yoona inexplicably, the man holding her arms stiffened for a moment.  She just looked confused for a while, then lazily hugged his arm and asked, "Are you done with your work? What time is it?"

    "I'm done." An Junhe looked softly, smoothed her hair, and smiled warmly: "It's just dawn, let's continue sleeping!" People are too alert, and the quality of sleep is usually very poor, not to mention that it has been like this these days.  , so after hearing his words, Lin Xiujing just complained in a low voice: "Are you resting in the study again? You are busy with endless work. This is not good for your health"

    Then, consciousness faded away.

    He didn¡¯t know how to answer. There were many things he couldn¡¯t say. It wasn¡¯t because he didn¡¯t take responsibility. It was because he had responsibility that he was afraid.

    He watched quietly as she fell asleep again, and the bedroom returned to calm. At a certain moment, he lowered his head, kissed her gently, stood up and left.

    Get out!

    It is undeniable that he once had the idea of ??luck, even if his rationality always warned himself that any luck would be unnecessary self-deception. Trying to pin the solution to the problem on luck is itself a kind of escape.

    Buthe really has no choice

    In other words, there are many ways to solve the problems he faces, but none of them are what he wants.  Everyone understands that you can't have your cake and eat it too, but when faced with a choice, how many people can convince themselves with reason?

    The final choice is determined by many factors. If you investigate carefully, your own moral persistence and external moral kidnapping are probably the key reasons.

    It¡¯s a bit ridiculous. Choice itself is a personal behavior and a right of freedom advocated by human beings, but it is actually subject to constraints all the time.

    Of course, a world that completely abides by the so-called morality will be very scary, and a world that is completely self-liberating will be equally scary.  The former represents the complete compression of human nature, and the operation of society only requires universal concepts rather than individual will, while the latter represents the complete collapse of order. These philosophical issues do not require further discussion. For An Junhyuk, these big and  Hua Zhi's thinking is just the product of his divergent thinking when he doesn't know what to do.

    He can¡¯t tell what his mentality should be?

    Love and justice?  Or cowardly and incompetent?

    When he walked out of the building, the greetings from the security guard followed him all the way. He, who usually smiled politely, did not respond, which was obviously disturbing.It was a little strange, watching his back walk out of the courtyard and into the cool morning mist of the outside world.

    The sun has not yet shone on the world below. Between the longing and shadows, everything in front of you seems to be shrouded under a thin veil. You are walking aimlessly along the road, and the cars are speeding past the swirling air, stirring it up.  With the mist, the smoke drifted, leaving a hole, which was then filled again.

    A few streets away, the music of the water truck came over, vaguely, like being isolated in another world.

    After walking for an unknown amount of time, the morning fog gradually dissipated, and the flow of people in front of and behind me gradually increased. Everyone was in a hurry, getting ready for the day. No one paid extra attention to the clothes and quilt.  The fog is wet, and the figure looks a little confused and decadent, drifting with the tide.

    He walked like this until a red light came on, blocking his way.

    He raised his head and looked around blankly, and found himself near a high school. Familiar roads, familiar storefronts on both sides of the street, even the plants and street lights had a sense of intimacy. When he turned around, he saw a place not far behind him.  Facing the east, a beam of sunshine squeezed in through the clear gaps between several tall buildings on the other side of the road. It was like a curtain, spanning a distance of several hundred meters, with the SM logo standing among them. In the distance, white clouds were like catkins.  .

    Hehe, we actually came here

    It¡¯s a bit inexplicable, but more of it is a feeling of nostalgia.

    It was the place where he became famous, the starting point for him to embark on a completely different path from his dream, and the beginning of his new life

    Maybe I was tired from walking, or maybe it was the nostalgia that was evoked, and I suddenly wanted to stop and take a rest. I looked around and saw that the nearby high school was Cheongdam High School. At this time, students who got up early were already walking towards the school one after another.  , the street near the school is already a pedestrian street. There are no roaring vehicles. Pedestrians come and go slowly or quickly. He pulled the string hat on his head and found a bench casually on the street.  , sit down, lost in thought.

    Revisiting the old place - this statement is not wrong. Although because J.H headquarters is not too far from here, he often passes by the main road in Apgujeong, but since he became famous, he has never been to this small road again.  The only impression I have is the silhouette passing by the car window every time - everything has a strange feeling of familiarity and strangeness intertwined, and all kinds of thoughts come to my mind one after another.

    Then, someone called his name.

    "Junhyuk oppa?"

    The man¡¯s voice was very cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. In fact, if he shouted without concealment at this time, he might really cause trouble.

    An Junhe subconsciously tugged down on the string cap, and just turned around. Behind him, a tall girl with long hair shawl, her expression changed from surprise to surprise. What made An Junhe pay special attention was that she was holding a baby in her arms.  Small bag of roasted sweet potatoes¡­

    This sign is too conspicuous, even in his impression, the little girl in front of him does not seem to be that big yet, she is still a very small girl.

    He raised his hand and said hello: "Hi, Xiaoxian!"

    "It's really you, Oppa!" Xiaoxian shouted excitedly, and soon she noticed that her voice was a little loud, and some people passing by even turned to look here. The girl quickly covered her mouth, but her crooked eyes controlled her.  Unstoppable joy.

    ¡°When I was buying sweet potatoes there, I saw something like Oppa, but because it was too far away, I didn¡¯t dare to shout, so I had to follow him to have a look.¡±

    Without waiting for An Junhe to wave, Xiaoxian walked around the bench familiarly and sat next to him. Even if she deliberately lowered her voice, she could not suppress her surprise at this moment: "I didn't expect it I was there just before I said anything.  I wonder why oppa came here, what a surprise!"

    Listening to her chatter, even though he was in a bad mood, An Junhe still laughed: "Can't I come here?"

    Xiaoxian nodded seriously: "Because oppa has become famous!"

    "Oh? What does it have to do with becoming famous?"

    After listening to Ahn Junhyuk's inquiry, Xiaoxian said: "Oppa is different now from before. It will be very troublesome if he is recognized, especially in schools where there are the most fans. They do not have the control of adults and are most likely to cause problems."  Chaos." As she said this, she blinked in confusion: "I thought oppa knew this"

    An Junhyuk exhaled helplessly. Although his body was so developed that he didn't even recognize him, this was definitely Seo Joo Hyun, there was no doubt about it.

    Only she can analyze the reasoning behind everything and reshape it into her own worldview - her worldview is actually the examples in textbooks or moral education materials.

    Rigid, formulaic, no flexibility allowed!

      How to say universal moral values? In her eyes, people act according to those statements. As for not acting in accordance with the rules I'm sorry, her brain can't imagine it yet

    ¡°In short, her head is like granite.

    But Xiaoxian has an advantage. Her personality is not as hard-headed. If she senses that others do not agree with her ideas, she will find excuses to avoid the topic to avoid intensifying conflicts.

    For example, at this moment, when An Junhe was silent, Xiaoxian immediately shut up, calmly opened the paper bag, peeled a sweet potato and took a bite. The happiness of filling her mouth with soft sweet potato flesh made her eyes sparkle.

    This kind of happiness must be shared, so she handed the sweet potato she took a bite to An Junhe:

    ¡°Oppa, please eat, it¡¯s very sweet!¡±

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    An Junhyuk felt a surge of acid in his stomach.  (To be continued)
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