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- (During the 4K celebration weekend, Azi¡¯s update is absolutely unscrupulous and unethical. I asked: ¡°Is it unreasonable or unethical?¡±)
Song Qian knew why Mr. Minjing helped him. Jin Taiwu's home was too close to the duty station. If there was a back door to the duty station, he would probably have to go through the back door and walk a few steps along the alley. arrive.
Judging from the dilapidated and rusty gate, Song Qian could guess that Uncle Jin Taiwu's family was not very wealthy. After entering the gate, there was a very dark and cold passage. There were no street lights in the passage. It was almost early in the morning. The section looked very dark, with the chilly wind blowing by, and the sound of the two men tiptoeing, the terrifying atmosphere aroused goosebumps all over Song Qian's body.
Song Qian began to regret following him.
However, just when Song Qian was retreating in his heart, a faint light came from a corner of the passage. When he rounded the corner, the scene that appeared in front of him surprised Song Qian.
??The rusty iron door, the dark and cold passage, but after turning the corner, what greeted us was a warm cabin.
¡°Were you scared when you were crossing the passage just now?¡± Jin Taiwu asked Song Qian with a cheerful smile.
The cabin is probably an old house left over from the 1960s. Several pieces of glass are missing from the windows, but they are cleverly covered by some transparent films.
Through these films, a very warm light shines through the room. Just looking at these faded lights makes people feel an unusual sense of happiness.
Song Qian nodded, but quickly shook his head, "Although the passage is scary, uncle's home makes people feel comfortable."
"Yes." Jin Taiwu responded with emotion, "The house is old, don't dislike it."
"What the hell, I feel very honored that Uncle Jin can take me in tonight." Song Qian hurriedly shook his head and whispered.
"Come in, it's quite cold." Jin Taiwu didn't think much about it. Poverty is one thing, but his attitude towards life is another. This is his outlook on life.
After saying that, Jin Taiwu took out the key and carefully opened the door of the house. The door is still horizontal, retaining the structure of the house left by Japan on the Korean Peninsula during World War II.
There is no heating in the house, only a dim chandelier is on. The house is not very big, it can be said to be very narrow. The whole house only has one living room and two very small compartments. One compartment has pots, pans and faucets. It was probably the kitchen. There was a long list of clothes hanging neatly on a thin wire outside another compartment. Behind a large footbath was a simple door. This compartment was probably the bathroom.
The hall is also very small, but it is neatly organized. A large cabinet stands on the side wall, with some sundries placed on the top of the cabinet. Next to the cabinet is a small table like a chair, with a pen and a pen on the small table. There was a closed workbook and a small, shabby-looking schoolbag next to it. There were no other household appliances in the hall. The most eye-catching thing was a small rice cooker in the corner that was still plugged in.
On the floor under the chandelier, there was a ball of quilt wrapped tightly and rolled into a circle.
Jin Taiwu found a place to put Song Qian¡¯s suitcase, then tiptoed to the quilt, carefully arranged the rolled-up quilt, and whispered: "My daughter is nine years old this year."
Song Qian took a glance and couldn't see clearly what she looked like because it was covered by the quilt, but judging from the feeling of being wrapped in a quilt, this little girl should be very cute.
After a while, Song Qian seemed to realize that there seemed to be no hostess in the room, so he asked, "Where is the aunt?"
"Divorced." Jin Taiwu smiled bitterly, walked into the kitchen and took out a few bowls of side dishes from the pot, then walked to the corner and pulled off the rice cooker's socket.
Song Qian felt that he was very presumptuous, but he didn't know what to say. He just sat apologetically on the floor and watched Jin Taiwu busy.
"Eat some, otherwise it will be very cold at night and it will be difficult to sleep." Jin Taiwu greeted him with two bowls of steaming white rice.
Song Qian hurriedly thanked him in a low voice, took the white rice and ate it in small bites. The only dishes were fried bean sprouts and braised black beans. Generally, the side dishes of Korean families are not cold because they are always kept in the pot, but they are still warm, but the rice It is very hot to the mouth and tastes extremely delicious.
After eating briefly, Jin Taiwu found a quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the other side of the quilt: "The house is a little shabby, please don't dislike it."
Song Qian hurriedly shook his head, lifted the quilt and got in. He looked at Jin Taiwu through the quilt in the middle and said, "Uncle, I am not a spoiled child. This quilt is comfortable and warm, how can I dislike it. "
Song Qian was very surprised that Jin Taiwu took him in even though his family was in such a difficult situation.No matter how moved Ti was, how could he dislike this house with tiles and quilts? Otherwise, now he was either sleeping on a bench at the cold police station or lying on an even colder road.
"As long as you feel comfortable, go to sleep. Uncle will accompany you to find your sister tomorrow." Jin Taiwu also lay down, fiddled with his daughter's quilt, and turned off the chandelier with a click, plunging the room into darkness.
Song Qian shrank down and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. What he said just now were all polite words. This room was really cold.
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The rooster crows from a big city and I don¡¯t know where it comes from. It croaked a few times. Song Qian squirmed in the bed. The cold wind poured in from the gap around his neck. The biting cold made Song Qian couldn¡¯t help but shiver. He was shaking, and his body was even more hunched up, but Song Qian immediately felt that his body could not bend, and there seemed to be a pair of hands hugging his waist tightly, preventing him from moving.
Song Qian was surprised. Not only was this room cold, but there was also something that made people's scalp numb and goosebumps, right? Isn¡¯t there the kind of person crawling out of bed that¡¯s often seen in movies? The hair is messy, the face is pale, the facial features are hideous, or the entire face is blurred.
When he thought of this, Song Qian felt a chill running down his spine, and his sleepiness was completely gone.
Carefully opening the quilt, the early morning light shone through the gap into the dark quilt, and a petite and exquisite body lay on Song Qian's body with disheveled hair, hugging his waist tightly.
But what reassured Song Qian was that the person hugging him was not pale, with ferocious features, nor was he vague. On the contrary, he had a small face that looked unusually rosy due to holding back his breath. The facial features were very fine, and his cheeks had the look of a child. Unique baby fat, bare forehead, and short hair.
It is not scary, but very cute. It should be said that it is very cute. It is so cute that Song Qian, who often calls himself "the cutest man in the world", is embarrassed.
This must be Kim Tae-wu¡¯s nine-year-old daughter who I didn¡¯t see clearly last night.
"Abba, the quilt, the quilt is full of wind." The little girl seemed to be made uncomfortable by the cold wind, she muttered vaguely, and her delicate body crawled deeper into Song Qian's arms.
Suddenly, the little girl seemed to feel that something was wrong with the "daddy" she was holding. Why had her body shrunk?
Drowsily, the little girl opened her eyes and saw Song Qian's face clearly through the gap in the quilt. The two bruised eye sockets were undoubtedly so terrifying in the haziness of just waking up. The next moment , a scream that pierced the sky came from the house.
There was also Song Qian¡¯s wailing voice. The seven-foot man who was twenty-two years old, 178cm tall and weighed 62 kilograms was subdued by a nine-year-old girl in the blink of an eye.
The little girl was wrapped in a thick quilt and sat on Song Qian's abdomen. She quickly wrapped her hands around Song Qian's neck. Her pink little face was pouty and she was pressing Song Qian firmly while shouting: "Thief! Robber." ! Bad guy! Dirty uncle! Pervert! Pervert!"
"Little sister, you are mistaken"
"Who is the little sister? You are the little sister. Your whole family is the little sister!"
Song Qian¡¯s eyes were filled with tears. It was true that the dragon was swimming in the shallows and the tiger was on the plain; he could understand thieves, robbers, and bad guys, but how could he understand the wretched uncle, pervert, and pervert? Sister Qian, it¡¯s true that the one in front of you is a female, but she is really only nine years old!
"Um, I'm your father's friend, no, I'm a junior. I stayed here temporarily last night."
But in such an emergency situation, Jin Taiwu was not in the house. It was only around eight o'clock in the morning.
"Don't lie to me. Dad has always been a loner and has never invited friends to live with him."
"Uh" Song Qian was speechless for a while. To put it bluntly, he just met Jin Taiwu last night. Now that he thinks about it, it was indeed abrupt.
Looking at the little girl with a fierce expression, Song Qian simply ignored it and let her continue to torture her. It was not painful at all, but he felt a sense of humiliation.
I remember when I was in China, ranging from an eighty-year-old grandmother to a seven- or eight-year-old lolita. Who could see that I was no longer the star of the moon? Then I arrived in South Korea. How could I be so depressed? First, I was punched twice, and then She is living on the street, and now even a nine-year-old girl is so aggressive that she can't stand up. When will this miserable life end?
At this moment, Song Qian had only one thought, that is, he immediately wanted to find his sister, and then force her to return to heaven and leave this inhuman country.
After struggling for a while, the little girl saw that Song Qian was not struggling, so she immediately ran away from Song Qian, wrapped herself in bed and stared at Song Qian, sitting aside and watching.
Song Qian was exhausted mentally and physically. He picked up the quilt that had been pushed aside and covered him again, tilted his head and fell asleep again.
A few minutes later, ?There was a murmur of the rusty door creaking outside. After a while, the door of the house was opened, and Jin Taiwu walked in, breathing in the hot air.
"Abba, the pervert is here! He even takes over our house to sleep." When the little girl saw Jin Taiwu coming back, she immediately threw herself into his arms, and then pointed at Song Qian who was lying on the bed and said.
"What nonsense are you talking about, what a pervert, that's dad's friend." Jin Taiwu scolded his daughter in a stern tone, then put her down and said apologetically to Song Qian: "I'm sorry, my daughter is still young and not sensible."
Song Qian got up and put on his coat. Jin Taiwu's apology made him feel very petty, and he said hurriedly: "Uncle Jin, I'm very grateful to you for taking me in. It's my fault for bringing trouble to your family. What's wrong with you?" Can you apologize to me?"
"By the way, someone came to look for you at the duty station. I took them over and they were outside the house." Jin Taiwu didn't have any formal job. He just made a living by delivering milk in the morning. He was just a father and a meager part-time job. Even with money, I can barely survive.
"Really?" Song Qian was excited, wiped the foreign objects in the corners of his eyes with both hands, and walked out of the house while arranging his messy hair.
"Qian Qian?" The middle-aged man looked Song Qian up and down.
There were two people standing outside the house, a middle-aged man with an energetic and graceful appearance and a young man wearing thick glasses. The young man was Ha Fanjun, who had been waiting for Song Qian for a long time at the airport yesterday. This middle-aged man with elegant temperament The young man is Song Qian's master's tutor in South Korea, Li Cangdong.
"I am Song Qian, who are you?" Li Cangdong's words were unspeakably harsh, making people have to answer, but at the same time, the tone of his voice made people feel very warm, making people eager to get close.
"I am Li Cangdong." Li Cangdong nodded and said kindly to Song Qian.
"Hello, mentor." Song Qian bowed and formally greeted Li Cangdong respectfully.
"You don't need to call me tutor. Although the old professor does not admit that I am his student, I have always regarded him as my teacher. Therefore, you should call me senior brother." Li Cangdong waved his hand hurriedly and explained that South Korea has been around since the Han Dynasty. , has been deeply influenced by the Chinese cultural circle, and this fine tradition of respecting teachers and teachings has been perfectly maintained in South Korea to this day.
"That's it, senior brother."
In the room, when the little girl saw that her father was so concerned about the pervert, the jealousy in her heart immediately rolled to the floor. She rolled her eyes and immediately put on a pitiful look and cried to her father: "Abba, That pervert just now molested me."
Jin Taiwu was startled when he heard this, and looked at Song Qian with a shudder in his eyes.
Song Qian, who had just been in a good mood because of Li Cangdong's arrival, suddenly dropped his face and responded aggrievedly: "Uncle Jin, I don't have one."
"It was obviously you who got into my bed by yourself and subdued yourself forcefully. Now it's better to slander her again. Did he owe her anything in his previous life?"
"Obviously, you hugged me, held my hand, and put me on your belly." The little girl pinched the tender flesh of her waist and squeezed out a few tears to moisten her eyes. , he was so pitiful to everyone, even Song Qian felt that he was no longer a real beast.
But soon, Song Qian shook his head, indicating that he really didn't. Molesting a young child was a serious crime.
Li Cangdong patted Song Qian on the shoulder, laughed, raised his thumb towards the little girl and said, "Good acting skills."
Who is Lee Chang-dong? He is a national treasure-level director in South Korea. He is the only Korean Cannes Best Actress. He can see through the little girl's immature acting skills at a glance.
The little girl who was seen through was a little unconvinced. She puffed her mouth and stopped acting. She snorted and turned her head away, causing Jin Taiwu and Song Qian to stare at her performance.
"I'm sorry, Director Li, Song Qian, my daughter is more naughty." Jin Taiwu quickly apologized for his daughter. His daughter was really bold to accuse others of being obscene.
Li Cangdong suddenly thought of something, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "What's your name?"
Jin Taiwu suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but look stunned, and replied with a trembling voice: "Saelun, Jin, Sai, Lun." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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