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Text 141 Where did the time go?

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    In the end, Yin Xian didn't even know when Quan Baoer left.  He completely entered a world of his own.  My mind is completely empty, and the pen in my hand will scribble and draw on the paper from time to time, and write something down.  And his mood is definitely not as calm as it looks.  While Quan Baoer was listening to the song he wrote, he was thinking about what he just said to Quan Baoer.  Five years later, five years later, and five years later, it has been more than ten years in a blink of an eye Time flies so fast!  The initial expectation and love for the stage slowly turned into numbness, fatigue, and even boredom.  In the end, those who still supported her on the stage became those fans who couldn't let go.  Where did the original passion for music go?  ¡°Has she changed, or has the song she sang changed, oris it just because time has passed and people have grown up?  By the time he came to his senses, it was getting dark.  Then according to the previous agreement, Yin Xian was going to pick up Han Hyo Zhu and have dinner with them, then go home and go filming the next day.  Yin Xian had no choice but to drive back to the house where "We Got Married" was set, changed into the car equipped with various cameras provided by the show crew, and then drove to pick up Han Hyo Joo.  Unexpectedly, after doing these things, Yin Xian didn't feel any impatience.  This feels a bit strange Yin Xian came to the downstairs of Han Xiaozhu's house and picked up Han Xiaozhu's large and small bags.  "Where are we going to have dinner?" Yin Xian is used to the situation where the two of them still get along as a couple even if there are no cameras, so he doesn't think it is too much for the two of them to go out for dinner alone without the crew following them.  Remarkable thing.  "Go home. I bought a lot of things. I want to cook at home." Han Xiaozhu pointed to the pile of large and small bags in the trunk.  So the two drove back home.  Although after this period of getting along, Han Hyo-joo has deeply realized that her husband is a much better cook than herself, but she still insists that except for breakfast, all the meals they cook at home are cooked by herself.  In her words, this is the dignity of being a housewife.  Although the dishes cooked by Han Hyo-joo look average.  But in terms of taste, it suits Yin Xian's taste, so he doesn't mind giving the stage of performance to Han Hyo Joo.  This is actually a kind of co-production.  The two of them had dinner together, then watched TV together, and then went to bed.  There was a tacit understanding that no one asked each other where they went today.  Who did you meet and what did you do?  But it doesn¡¯t affect the happiness of the two of them. This feeling is really great.  Early the next morning, Yin Xian continued her usual habits, while Han Hyo Zhu got up early. Today she had to rush to shoot a commercial CF, which might not be completed in one day, so punctuality of the schedule was very important.  The two of them had a rare breakfast together.  Then they hugged each other at the entrance to say goodbye. Han Hyojoo went to work, while Yinxian was at home sorting out the things he drew in the sketchbook yesterday afternoon.  That¡¯s a song.  The inspiration for this song was actually when Yin Xian was looking out the window in a daze, and accidentally saw a few young people passing by the roadside after buying Hanbok home.  Then Yin Xian suddenly remembered that it seemed that the Mid-Autumn Festival, the biggest festival of the year for Koreans, was coming soon.  Since Yin Xian¡¯s father went to China, he has been obsessed with various festivals.  Birthdays are completely insensitive, if not for seeing those few people carrying dress boxes.  He really doesn't think about this holiday.  Now comes the problem.  This autumn eve, my mother will definitely go to China to spend it with my father.  After spending Qiuxi with iu at her house last year, he decided not to interfere with his little apprentice's life.  As for sister Yoon Ji Hye?  I will definitely take my daughter and mother and daughter to travel together.  Then on my side, I am alone again.  Then, he suddenly thought of his parents.  Although I still adhere to the principle that no matter how busy I am every week, I always take time to go home and visit on weekends.  Either have a meal, or cook something for my mother, and then leave in a hurry.  But he can still feel the changes in his mother in the past two years.  My mother is old.  Then Yin Xian started to be in a daze.  He was in a daze, recalling his past.  He is different from ordinary children.  He has his own origins from the firstAlmost all memories after crying.  Memories flash before our eyes like a revolving lantern.  Back in Ulsan, his family was just an ordinary blue-collar worker. His mother's diligence and thrift in housekeeping meant that Yin Xian always had the least pocket money among all the children in the class. Although Yin Xian, who has lived for two generations, knew and understood this  It was a difficult time and she never expressed her dissatisfaction, but my mother still felt very guilty.  In Yin Xian¡¯s memory, from elementary school to middle school, the lunch he brought to school had never been the same for two consecutive days.  What kind of intention is this?  Yin Xian didn¡¯t say it, but he understood it.  It wasn't until a few years ago that Yin Xian finally had his own income, and he could boldly tell his parents that you can now do what you want to do and fulfill your dreams, then he discovered that it turned out that  My father's biggest dream is still to work, and my mother is still taking care of the family.  It seems that their lives are so ordinary, and they cannot even become extraordinary no matter what.  This makes Yin Xian a little confused.  He still clearly remembered that when he was still a toddler, his father and mother¡¯s wishes were not like this at all.  They want to have their own beachside villa, where the two of them can watch the ebb and flow of the tide together every day, eat the best food in the world, and see the most beautiful scenery.  When did they become what they are now?  How have they secretly changed their lives over the past twenty years?  Coupled with the story from Quan Baoer, Yin Xian became particularly sensitive to the word time.  Where has the time gone?  Did it just disappear silently?  Then, under Yin Xian¡¯s pen, those messy symbols recorded Yin Xian¡¯s mood at that time and the song that slowly formed in his mind.  Now, all he has to do is write that song.  "Where has the time gone? Before you can fully feel young, you are old." In fact, in Yin Xian's mind, it was just such a sentence.  But, in that daze, a slow melody appeared.  The recording of this song was very fast, even faster than writing songs for Quan Baoer.  There is a kind of confession that comes from the depths of the soul and can be poured out.  It only took about two hours to arrange the music and record it with Yin Xian's own singing.  Then Yin Xian dialed Kim Soo Yeon¡¯s phone number.  "What's the matter with you? IU is going to meet the seniors soon." Kim Soo-yeon is currently playing songs with IU.  I was somewhat surprised to receive a call from Yin Xian, a person who would not take the initiative to call him twice a year.  "Please help me check if there are any TV dramas about family relationships recently that need an ost, the kind about parents and children." Yin Xian was too lazy to talk nonsense to Kim Soo Yeon.  This is how the two of them get along.  "You wrote a new song?" Jin Xiuyan was a little surprised.  "Well, it was originally written for my mother, but it seemed a bit too sad and I didn't want to sing it directly to her." Yin Xian explained.  "Okay, let me check it for you." Jin Xiuyan simply hung up Yin Xian's call.  Until the afternoon when Yin Xian left for filming, he did not receive a reply from Kim Soo Yeon.  Just when Yin Xian thought that Kim Soo Yeon might have forgotten and was about to call her again to remind her, Kim Soo Yeon's call came.  "I checked it for you. It seems that there are no dramas and movies in this area recently. If you are willing to play it, then wait and see." Kim Soo-yeon's answer was very professional.  Yin Xian expressed his gratitude and hung up the phone.  Then Yin Xian began to worry about the song he wrote.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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