Korean entertainment to remain capricious

On Christmas Day in 2007, He Baoen and Zheng Lanzhu got off the plane.

The filming of the European chapter of "Musicvan" was over, and He Baoen specially dragged Zheng Lanzhu to go shopping for a few days.

Li Xianzai called several times a day to remind him, Ha Baoen finally felt better, but still arrogantly did not want to go back to China to participate in the Christmas special.

So I secretly bought a ticket and came back secretly.

neither knows.

Yoo Jae-suk, who is going to spend Christmas with his girlfriend, doesn't know, nor does Yoo's father and mother, who finally decided to go on a date after so many years.

The gems who have been calling for the goddess to return home don't know, and those who are on the same plane as He Baoen and leave the airport don't know.

He Baoen threw all his luggage to Zheng Lanzhu, smiled and waved outside the taxi.

"Lanju Oni, please~ I'll get it from your house in two days~"

Zheng Lanzhu glared at her, then hesitated:

"Or I'd better wait for the person who picked you up before leaving. What if something happens to you alone?"

He Baoen firmly pressed the car door and stared back:

"What can happen if I wrap up so tightly! Brother-in-law has been waiting for you at home for a day, and if you don't go back, you want him to hate me to death!"

Zheng Lanzhu hesitated, but He Baoen insisted.

The phone started to vibrate, and Zheng Lanzhu gritted his teeth and left after thinking about the people waiting at home.

"Call me as soon as you get in the car!"

He Baoen nodded, watched Zheng Lanzhu go away, then stepped on his own shadow, raised his right hand to hail a taxi.

She lied to Zheng Lanzhu, and she didn't let anyone come to pick her up.

I feel that everyone will have a very happy Christmas, so I don't want to disturb.

He even thought that maybe Liu Zaishuo would borrow her apartment to date his sister-in-law, so he didn't even dare to go home.

Zheng Lanzhu was asked to take her luggage away because He Baoen lied that he was going out to play with the person who picked her up, and it was inconvenient to carry luggage.

He Baoen stood in the cold wind and thought for a while, then decided to go to the company.

It just so happened that she had a song she wanted to write.

He Baoen wants to write a song for "musicvan".

On the day when the recording ended, A Nuo came to her room. He lowered his head, as if he had made a big mistake.

"I sold the copyright of "musicvan"." Arnold said in a low voice, lighting a cigarette for himself, "My original intention of doing this was to try an unprecedented reality show, and now my goal has been achieved And the situation is much better than I expected..."

A small spot of light clings to the cigarette butt, flickering on and off.

Arnold pulled the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers, pressed it into the ashtray on the table, and crushed it hard.

""Musicvan" is no longer under the control of Conley and I. The copyright fee is very high. I decided to use the money to go back to graduate school in film. You know, I am still interested in many things."

A Nuo talked on his own, just like the day he and He Baoen first met, he talked a lot.

About his plans, about his dreams.

After talking about it, Arnold was even a little excited.

As he himself said, what he wanted in "musicvan" has already been obtained.And he wants more.

He Baoen, who listened carefully, nodded and smiled, but remained silent.

After chatting for more than two hours, Arnold got up and left.

After he left, Fernandi came.

"Arnold should have told you that the third season of "Musicvan" is expected to have major changes. There are too many passengers and sharks staring at this wooden boat. For the sake of profit and safety, we all need to change this boat Upgrade to a warship, or a luxury cruise ship."

"We..." He Baoen looked at Fernandi, rejecting the meaning of these two words.

Fernandi did not avoid her gaze, but smiled openly.

"Unlike Arnold and Conley, I chose to stay, but not in the name of a musician, but as a real investment planner. If there is no accident, all members will be replaced in the third season. It would be better if Nuo and Kangli were still there, but they are gone, and there are too many people coveting these positions, so..."

Fernandi shrugged, trying to ease He Baoen's expression with his exaggerated American reaction.

But He Baoen couldn't laugh.

She felt it and expected it, sooner or later this day would come.

It will change and it will end.

Just didn't expect it so fast.

"If it's just being out, I won't be so sad, just like what Arnold said, we have gained too much in this show." He Baoen blinked his eyes, suppressing the sourness in his heart.

"But Fernandi, why didn't you fight for it, didn't discuss it with me, and made a decision?"

Maybe it was really wronged, He Baoen clenched his lower lip, and still cried out.

"baby girl..."

Fernandi sighed softly, and pressed He Baoen into his arms.

"We fought for it, DP, Arnold, Conley, and me, we all fought for it. As for why we didn't tell you y in advance, because we love you..."

That night, Fernandi stroked He Baoen's hair again and again.

He Baoen was crying and crying, and actually started to hiccup, with a lot of tears and snot, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"What should I do? I think dp will definitely beat me up when I return to the United States." Fernandi paused for a while before replying confidently.

He Baoen didn't answer, she grabbed Fernandi's shirt and got all the snot all over it.

Thought of the beginning, but did not expect the end.

He Baoen wants to write a song and send it to "musicvan"...

No, it was for her big brothers, dp, Fernandi, Arnold, and Conley.

He Baoen, who had no luggage, went back to YG in the taxi he finally hailed on Christmas Eve.

The employees of the company had already left work, and the people who usually worked overtime or practiced by themselves were all absent.The company was empty and dark, He Baoen quickened his pace and locked himself in his exclusive studio.

At three o'clock in the morning, when the music was almost finished, He Baoen heard a voice outside the door.

He boldly opened the door and made eye contact with the person in the opposite studio door.

"Oba the Dragon!"

He Baoen was really frightened, and while he was relieved, he was also complaining and impatient.

"Why are you back?"

Quan Zhilong had a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it.Holding a lighter in his drooping right hand, he seemed to want to go out for a cigarette.

"Just... came back."

He Baoen said indifferently, Quan Zhilong stared at her, and didn't say much.Turning his head slightly to one side at the end of the corridor, he said:

"Come with me for a cigarette."

On the second day of Christmas Eve in 2007, at three o'clock in the morning, He Baoen accompanied Quan Zhilong to smoke on the balcony of YG's broken building.

"I fell in love again."

Quan Zhilong had already lit the cigarette, protruding a smoke ring leisurely.

"Oh."

He Baoen nodded, not knowing what to answer.

But Quan Zhilong didn't expect her to answer anything. He smoked a cigarette on his own, looked at the night sky expressionlessly, and talked about his lovelorn this time as if he was telling another story.

"I received a call from Zhen'er before, and I deleted the number, but I still remember the string of numbers. I didn't answer, and she sent another text message, asking me to go out to meet, and I went out."

Quan Zhilong took a deep breath, and the smoke he exhaled caused He Baoen to hide aside. Quan Zhilong glanced at her, pressed the cigarette butt against the railing, and continued talking.

"It was Zhen'er's boyfriend who contacted me. He said that Zhen'er put an old mobile phone in a drawer, and there were still many contact information in it, but only the text messages and call records with me were kept. He wondered who this person was Who, so called me out, and we had a fight."

Quan Zhilong spoke lightly, but He Baoen caught his flash of hostility.

That day, Kim Jin Ah's boyfriend stood in front of Quan Zhilong, looked him up and down and said in a contemptuous tone:

"Nothing more than that."

It doesn't matter how deeply my girlfriend hides that phone.

Because, that's all.

Then they got into a fight.

Quan Zhilong hugged the man, punching and refusing to let go.

Losing love doesn't mean you have to bow your head.

He Baoen looked at Quan Zhilong's side face in a daze, and she sensed the tragedy of that fight from his tone.

It must be very painful...

Quan Zhilong was amused by He Baoen's expression, but then he restrained his expression.

There is a story that needs to continue.

"I went to the bar and sat in the corner booth. There was the most beautiful girl on the dance floor. I asked the waiter to send her a message. I said I was g-, and I fell in love with her."

"At that time, she glanced in my direction. The place where I was sitting was so dark and dark that I couldn't see anything. But she came over directly, and she didn't mind me with my bruised face. Then we started Together."

Before he knew it, Quan Zhilong took out another cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth.

He Baoen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and pulled out the cigarette directly, still under his feet.

"Since we're together, we'll be fine, why are you playing Broken Love again?"

Quan Zhilong shrugged: "We are together well, but this kind of love can't last long, so we will break up."

The two were silent for a long time, on the windowsill on Christmas Eve.

The night wind made his face hurt, Quan Zhilong sniffed, wanting to say something else.

He Baoen was faster than him, she asked: "This kind of love... what kind of love is it?"

Quan Zhilong was stunned for a while, and replied:

"A love that is only attracted by novelty."

The next day, He Baoen caught a cold again.

Obviously, the one who started to runny nose was Quan Zhilong who still kept his demeanor in the winter.In the end, it was He Baoen who wrapped himself up like a bear and was still blushing from the cold.

First a cold, then a fever.

After repeated burning several times, I started to have diarrhea.

I went to the toilet again and again, my lips turned up, and my whole body looked like a dehydrated eggplant.

On the third day after Christmas, He Baoen was admitted to the hospital.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of Baoen."

Zheng Lanzhu bowed again and again, facing the three men standing outside He Baoen's ward.

Yang Hyun Suk, Lee Hyun Jae, and Yoo Jae Suk.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

He Baoen's two bosses both had cold faces, and Liu Zaishuo could only comfort him to this extent.

And, in fact, it's not all Zheng Lanzhu's fault.

The doctor diagnosed that He Baoen suffered from chronic gastritis, accompanied by symptoms such as malnutrition, fatigue, and too much thinking.

In the past year or even longer, He Baoen has become thinner and pickier.

I don't want to eat a lot of things, and I have occasional abdominal pain.

Liu Zaishuo just nagged her a few words, and Li Xianzai never thought of stopping her trip to go to the hospital to see a doctor.

After Zheng Lanzhu admitted her mistake, she went to buy porridge for her artist very anxiously.

Yang Xianshi took out his mobile phone to check the time, and said to Li Xianzai:

"Call the public relations department and ask them to send a notice that Boen will withdraw from the third season of "Musicvan" due to physical reasons."