The daily life of not being a god

Chapter 364 The Store of Truth Episode 4
She moved.

he knows.

Han Tae-kyung gave up the boring fantasies, and ignored the mobile phone that was still playing automatically.

He has no more ideas, he just wants to go out now.

He had already bought that second-floor house, obviously it was used for...

"Ah, it's my house!"

The voice on the phone belonged to Sulli. It seemed that the girl was humming a song and driving her car to her new home.

She likes it here so much.

Han Tae Kyung cleaned up the shards of glass, then rinsed his hands with ice water.

He also hummed a familiar song, as if it was written for someone.

Go downstairs and into the garage.

The car, which had not been driven for a long time, started as usual.

D + 7
"After getting in touch with Shanya for a long time, you will find that she is actually a coquettish girl."

Sulli said with a smile.

"Hey Yigu, it will take a long time, it will really take a long time." Shan Ya is Nan Jing's real name.

"Totally a jerk, too, really!" Sulli looked amused, rolling up the pasta with a fork.

One more friend will naturally make people happier.

"When I didn't want to come out at home, it was because of her that I came out."

The girl looked at Nan Jing happily.

"I'm a euphorist. If it's a position or something that makes me unhappy, I'll refuse or leave." Nan Jing gave off the feeling of a fierce Cool Girl.

Han Tae Kyung thinks it's good that Sulli has such a friend.

Of course, now he is also one of the friends.

"Then what do you think of our Squad Leader Han?" The agent brought the topic to himself.

"Oh, I might be a little closer."

"Very... lucky." Han Taijing said politely.

"There is a feeling that I will learn a lot, and this kind of awareness seems to be conveyed more softly."

Agent: "It feels like there are more people on the "Truth Store"."

Sulli: "Yeah"

"The purpose of the store of truth from the beginning was to make more people stand beside truth, and it would be nice to have more people on her side. She said this."

"So since it's on one side, let's exchange calls with Squad Leader Han?" Nan Jing said while looking at the truth.

Truth opened the address book interface on her mobile phone, and then handed it to Han Taijing.

He took the phone, "Ah, thank you."

Then he entered his name and phone number in it, and finally called himself.

"Did you make a call?" He returned the phone to Truth.

"Hmm! Haha."

With the effect of the variety show, and he is indeed very happy.

Han Tae Kyung raised his hands in celebration.

Then it becomes an occasion for exchanging contact information.

Everyone became acquainted with each other through this reception.

D + 405
Maybe it's a 406?
That night, Han Tae-kyung drove the car as fast as he could bear.

Or the maximum speed the car can withstand.

Gyeonggi-do, Seongnam.

The brakes were overheated and there was a faint smoke, and there were deep marks on the ground.

Han Tae-kyung, who finally stopped the car, ran to the door of this house. He tried to enter the door, and then found that he did not have the key to the door.

It seems that from a certain date, he intends to save the matter of the keys for a future date, such as Christmas?

It's late November now, Christmas is coming soon, okay?

D+? ? ?

"Then can you wait for me?"

"Huh?" Although she understood the hesitation of the person in front of her, and that kind of hesitation was the real expression, she was still very happy.

Because someone told her that he liked her again.

That's the fun part, as long as there are people who need her, as long as there are people who like her.

Seems like enough?
"So, shall we meet on Christmas Day? Okay?"

"Okay, then it's agreed."

Sulli stretched out her little finger, and Han Tae Kyung's hand trembled slightly.

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He thought about it, and finally decided to go in.

The fence wasn't high, but he didn't climb over it.

"I'm an actor, I should be able to do this."

He tried twice and finally climbed over the fence.

There will be no pain if the wound on the hand is torn again, or the originally neat suit is stained with mud, and the trousers and the corners of the clothes are caught by the fence and torn a little.

He got up from the ground and staggered towards the main entrance of the house.

If the door cannot be opened, he chooses...

He slammed heavily on the door, surprisingly, the door was not locked.

It seemed he was making too much noise, cars, fences, disturbed dogs barking.

Somewhere far away, the lights are also on.

But it has little to do with him.

He knocked open the door and fell to the ground, then tried to get up.

Run to the stairs.

Until you see the unremoved cordon and messy items.

Until you see the chandelier.

Bedrooms on the second floor.

The air conditioner didn't seem to be installed yet.

"This summer will be hot."

"Can I live well in this house?"

"Do you want to see the air conditioner installed before leaving?"

Only then did Han Taijing realize that today is already November 11th.

"19 years are going to pass."

He was calmed down by the coldness in the room.

"I'm still filming commercials this morning, so I agreed to see you tomorrow."

Han Tae-kyung had a headache, he thought he might have a better way...

But people always have to live.

He just walked down the stairs slowly and walked out of the room.

Stand in the yard.

Then he was hit in the face by the light of the flashlight.

"Who! Raise your hands and squat down."

Two police officers patrolling nearby were notified and came here.

The management of the nearby apartment house was found, and the door was opened.

At the door, in my own car, many people gathered who didn't know whether they were here to watch the excitement or what they were doing.

And the two patrolmen standing at the front.

"This is my home, what are you doing here?"

"Your house?" In the darkness, the patrolman couldn't see the man in front of him clearly, but just to be on the safe side, "raise your hands and squat down! Don't make me repeat it a second time."

"This is my home. There are so many people here. What are you going to see?"

His voice gradually went from low to high.

"How come no one came today a month ago! You, you, and you!"

Han Tae Kyung pointed to the people watching around, "You live here, so many people have been recruited by this little movement, and then? What were you doing today a month ago! Why are you indifferent! Why did you wait until Jin Donghao found out by himself? It’s not right to come here!”

Seeing the agitation of the person in front of him, the patrolman asked his superiors for instructions, and then...

"let's go……"

Push away the crowd, and even drive away the spectators.

The onlookers were very puzzled, and even wanted to resist, and then found a convoy approaching in the distance.

Their inexplicable justice and courage dissipated, and then they collectively lost their voices.

It is best to leave silently.

"Master."

The car stopped and someone entered the gate.

Han Tae Kyung sat on the ground and took out a small box from his pocket.

Delicate blue velvet trimmed with pure white ribbons.

But there seems to be no use for it.

Open it, and it's not surprising that it's a diamond ring.

Perhaps Han Tae Kyung's income is not as high as that of the girl, but he still saved some money and bought the brand that she might like very much.

"Master, master is here too."

"Oh."

Han Taijing answered in a low voice, then picked up the diamond ring in his hand, and then looked at the sky.

Then he used it to draw a shooting star and flew towards the corner of the yard.

"Go home, don't stay here."

A slightly older voice.

"I bought it here, so it's also my home."

"Well, but go back with me first today."

Han Tae-kyung raised his head and smiled, "Let's talk about it later."

The next day.

The TV station got Han Tae-kyung's resignation letter and heard that he plans to chase his dream.

some day after that.

Havana, 140 km east of Varadero.

The thin and white sandy beach is a little empty for some reason.

With his long hair tied up and a beard, he looks like an artistic man...

In other words, a slightly downcast man is standing by the beach, shooting something with a camera on a tripod.

Then he put the camera in place, walked to the store behind the beach, and bought a bottle of local Coke.

Cane sugar, palm, he thought he should have a glass of rum.

But he hasn't drank for a long time, because alcohol can make people sleep deeply, maybe he can see some fragments of dreams, but it's still a dream.

If you want to dream, it is better to drink a glass of milk, and then lie quietly on the soft and clean bed to feel at ease.

"Are you a photographer?" The clerk pronounced Photographer in unproficient English.

Han Tae Kyung inexplicably wanted to laugh because he remembered a Korean word.

Carmela Mann.

"Yes."

"Then please take more good-looking pictures, spread them, and tell people the beauty of this place. After all, no one has been here for a long time after going through so much."

"Yes, I will."

Han Tae-kyung and the clerk communicated in English that was not so proficient, chatting about topics that didn't match the preamble.

Until the sun goes west, the color also turns orange.

The whiteness of the fine sand was stained with a touch of crimson.

No, it's still pink because the sun hasn't tilted to a deeper angle yet.

"Pink?"

He inexplicably saw himself not far from the camera, his slender and fair skin was dyed the color of the sun.

"Snapped."

He put the glass bottle in his hand on the counter and dropped some banknotes.

Then run.

hesitate.

run again.

He didn't intend to hesitate anymore, because the hesitation in the past made him lose too much.

Just like what she asked him back then.

"If you associate with me, it may become even worse."

He hesitated because it wasn't a fairy tale.

And now.

He wishes it was a fairy tale.

"You! You!"

"Ok?"

He ran over, so out of breath, "You are?"

"Annyong, I haven't heard familiar words for a long time."

The girl wore a silk scarf and turned her head.

familiar cheeks.

No need for lipstick, the sun added more color to her.

Therefore, plain makeup is also so good-looking.

"Did you come here to see the sea too?"

——End——

　What I thought was to write all the contents of 12 weeks, 24 chapters and the Special clip.

　　But I don't know how many times I have read the Truth Store, I always feel that it is better not to read too much.

　　This kind of useless internal friction and sentimentality is suitable for opening when you need to cry, then empathize, experience a different but same sad atmosphere, and finally blend into it.

　　The summary is, fuck the conspiracy theory, this is an ordinary story, an ordinary life, nothing you think I think, it's just an insignificant past of someone else in a year.

　　Instead of whining and wishing for something, it's better to stand aside.

　　Side with all the "sulli" in the future.

　　Although it may not be possible to meet and do it.

　　In fact, I also want to enrich the plot and add more characters and stories.

　　But writing this is too labor-intensive, and internal friction makes people decline. I feel that the new year is getting old.

　　So, so far, a quick finish may not be a good choice.

　　The normal ending is actually that he should have traveled all over the small H country and came to Jeju Island.

　　When grapefruits and oranges were ripe, I saw a porcelain-white peach.

　　Unfortunately, in the end I chose Havana.

　　I think it is more in line with her freedom, although the author thinks it is not as good as Huaguo.

　　But that is her spiritual country, so of course, it ends in Cuba.

　　I hope that one day, somewhere on the corner of the street, I can see the line of English between the knuckles of the middle finger - CUBA.

　　By the way, I want to hold your hand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)