[Entertainment] Call me idol

2000, the last year of the 20th century.

In this year, the first batch of post-00s were born in China. This year, the end of the world is said to be self-defeating. This year, she should have started elementary school by holding the hand of the little brother next door, and she should have been leisurely holding a big watermelon. Watch Journey to the West.

But that's all as it should be, now August 2000, 8.Her big watermelon is gone, her little brother is gone, and she is not even in China anymore, but on the streets of Seoul, which has not yet been renamed Seoul.

[Please take me away so that I don’t wake up in a hallucination because everything is a dream]②

A popular song is playing in the passing fruit shop.

Song Mingyue yawned and muttered, "It's not a dream."

"What did our little moon say?" The beautiful young woman bent down slightly and looked at the girl sitting on the children's bicycle with a smile.She looked at Song Mingyue expectantly, hoping she would say a few more words.

When the child Song Mingyue was over two years old, he only spoke a few words, and sometimes he just stared at you with blinking eyes without speaking at all.They once wondered if there was something missing in her, but now she has finally started to express like other normal children. Don't they just hope that she will say a few more words when she has nothing to do?

"Mom, I want to eat that~" Song Mingyue stretched out her voice, opened her eyes and pointed her fingers to the side, without any sense of burden like an old cucumber painted green to pretend to be tender and cute.

After all, she is more than 3 years old now, and according to Korean calculations, she is 5 years old.It's a good time to be cute, so Song Mingyue looked at Ms. Zheng with anticipation in her eyes, her eyes were bulingbulingly glowing.

Ms. Zheng is Ms. Zheng Meiyan, and she is also her mother in this life. With willow eyebrows and single eyelids, she is also a delicate little beauty, and she is also a beauty who married early and had children.

But the awkward feeling at the beginning of the period has faded after two years, and Song Mingyue now calls her mother sweetly without any shyness.

"Ah, watermelon is so expensive. Why do you eat meat or fruit? Mom won't be able to support you anymore." The smile on Ms. Zheng's face became helpless, but she still walked towards the store.

"Go back and ask your dad to reimburse you, do you hear me?

Also, I will also tell your father about the fact that you are holding on to the bicycle in someone else's bicycle shop today and refuse to let go, so that he can clean up you.

This kind of habit can't be there, do you know, if I didn't bring enough money today...

Your mother and I don’t even have the money to buy Andy’s new album right now…”

Song Mingyue stepped on the pedals one after another, but in fact, Ms. Zheng led the car and dragged her around the whole time.After buying watermelons, the mother and daughter got into the car to go home with Ms. Zheng's Suan Sui Nian.

yes home.After Song Mingyue's untimely death in her previous life, she was extremely lucky to have a second life.Then in the story of the unreliable young parents bringing the baby, they finally admitted this second life in a calm but not so calm way.

"Di, Didi." As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, he heard the sound of a horn behind him.Looking back, a familiar police car was parked far away at the corner of the alley outside the house, and a handsome young man in a police uniform got out of the car.

"Supervisor Liu." Ms. Zheng pulled Song Mingyue around and at the same time bowed slightly to the driver's seat and greeted with a smile.

Song Mingyue also obediently bent down 90 degrees to say hello.

Superintendent Liu stretched out his hand out of the car window as a greeting, and then said to Song Mingyue, "Hey Yigu, our Mingyue is really polite, next time we go to uncle's house to play with your brother."

After finishing speaking, he nodded to the young man who had already walked to Ms. Zheng's side, and backed the car out of the alley.

Song Mingyue held Ms. Zheng in one hand while looking up at the young man, saying that he was a young man...in fact, he looked more like a teenager,

He is dressed in a straight police uniform, the cap has been taken off and is held in his left hand. He has a fair complexion and a pair of natural peach blossom eyes, but the ends of the eyes are slightly longer. When he sees him, he feels that he is looking at you affectionately.

That's right, this is Mr. Song Zhenglin, another unreliable guardian of his family.

This father Song's appearance is a bit against the sky. In comparison, Ms. Zheng can only be said to look like an ordinary person.Song Mingyue took a closer look, and it should look like Grandma Song, who was a great beauty when she was young.

"Our little moon! Did you miss Dad today?" Song Zhenglin hugged Song Mingyue and rubbed Song Mingyue's steamed face with a smile.

Song Mingyue patted Song Zhenglin's face with one hand, rolled her eyes quietly and said sweetly: "No~"

"Did you make any new friends in the kindergarten today? Last time, your teacher praised you with your father." Song Zhenglin pressed Song Mingyue's hand on his face with one hand, asked and followed Ms. Zheng into the door.

Song's house is a two-story building with a yard, and an osmanthus tree is planted in the yard.It is rare to be able to buy such a property in Seoul, and it sounds like Song Zhenglin hasn't asked the family for a penny.

The raccoon cat at home had already walked to the door with vigilant steps when he heard the noise, and ran to the corner of the house in a dispirited manner after seeing that the excrement shoveler came home.

"Your daughter..." The expression on Ms. Zheng's face was a bit indescribable. She remembered what the kindergarten teacher said today about her daughter being vying to be friends with three girls, and there was always a pile of endless snacks on the table every time she went.

Seeing that her hair is cut as short as her father's, and her facial features are also similar to her father's and his daughter... Look at her outfit today, the pink plaid short-sleeved shirt, and the wide-leg denim shorts a little below the knees, White sneakers.

No matter how you look at it, you look like a handsome little boy.

"Come on, let's go for a run and come back to eat." In a blink of an eye, Song Zhenglin had already taken off his uniform and came out in a change of tracksuit.

Song Mingyue swished on the bicycle, as if I'd just ride this one if you were running today.

In the end, he was picked up and dragged out of the door... That's right, the kind where heel rubbed against the ground when he was dragged out of the door.

"Mom," why does she, a little over three years old... have to run two laps in the morning and two laps in the evening every day? Song Mingyue shed tears in her heart. She is obviously a housewife who can lie down and never sit down.

Ever since she turned three years old, the unreliable guardian said that as a girl, she must be able to protect herself, and Song Mingyue has never been able to stay in bed since then.

"Ah! Song Zhenglin! Don't drag her shoes on the ground!" Ms. Zheng roared and chased a few steps out, seeing that the father and daughter had already turned around the alley and started jogging.

Song Zhenglin looked at the little short legs struggling to walk upside down, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

In fact, it was just a temporary idea at the beginning, thinking that it would be good for the children to do some exercise, but what was surprising was that she actually followed him and ran around the community twice in the morning.In the later days, she would hum and refuse every day when she called her, but she never cried, and she never told him to wait when she followed behind, but tried her best to catch up with her.

Compared to the time when she was not allowed to eat meat, she howled and shed tears, her humming rejection was simply playing hard to get.

No, I'm not, I didn't, Song Mingyue denied it three times.

She didn't cry that time because she was not allowed to eat meat, but because she was sad because she didn't have meat to eat, remembering that she had a bad day in the arms of her motherland, okay?What she cried was not meat at all, but longing and sadness...

When I was little

Homesickness is a small stamp

I'm here

Mother is over there①

……

This is nostalgia, do you understand nostalgia?It’s the nostalgia evoked by a bowl of stew.

After crying that time, Song Mingyue never carried it again.She began to learn foreign languages ​​seriously, and tried to sue her grandfather the next time something like this happened.It's not because she can't understand or speak Korean and watched her meat being taken away by evil forces.

So... it's actually still for the meat?

Before going to bed at night, Song Mingyue took out her small book that looked like a ghostly talisman from her schoolbag, and stuffed it under her pillow.The above is the information that she remembers and thinks will be useful, written down in Chinese pinyin and self-created symbols.

Song Mingyue couldn't help sighing at the thought of going to kindergarten tomorrow, learning 1+1 and playing clapping games to learn nursery rhymes amidst all kinds of scary and unclear magic sounds made by children.

Suddenly Song Mingyue tilted her head, listened carefully, then quickly climbed onto her little bed, covered the quilt, and quietly opened her eyes a crack in the dark.

Sure enough, the door opened quietly, and a figure looked inside, Song Mingyue quickly closed his eyes.Then I heard a familiar voice: "Shh, fell asleep... I must be tired after running... Her teacher said she didn't take a nap today..."

Listening and listening, it seems to hear the sound of closing the door, but it seems that there is no sound.The voice Song Mingyue heard gradually became unreal. After all, it was the body of a three-year-old child, and she really fell asleep.

"Okay, the next class is handicraft class, let's complete the task together in groups of two." The female teacher said with a sweet voice and a perfect smile.

"Teacher, I want to be in a group with Song Mingyue"

"Teacher, I also want to be in a group with Mingyue!"

"Teacher, I, I"

"Obviously I said it first."

Here it is again, the female teacher coughed and said: "Quiet, everyone! You know, the children in our apple class and strawberry class are odd, so Song Mingyue has promised the teacher today to partner with Little Apple in the strawberry class .”

"Our Mingyue is really cute." The two class teachers got together, and the Apple class teacher couldn't help but said.

And what about Song Mingyue?Song Mingyue was thinking about a hundred ways to not go to kindergarten.It's better to simply expose the fact that she is a genius, go directly to the first year of high school, and then take the college ability test.

She can think of all the news headlines: The gifted girl starts high school at the age of five.The media can blow up another wave...

Then?Then there is the story of the genius who disappears from everyone.

"Mingyue, do you want to eat candy?" The little radish head with flower buds and big eyes wearing a princess dress approached.Digging and digging, I took out the two pockets on my body and the chocolates...biscuits and candies in the bag, and put them on Mingyue's desk.

Mingyue looked at her, and Xiaoluotou suppressed his complacency and tried to be peaceful and said: "I still have a big jar of these bear biscuits at home, as well as flowers, puppies, and this candy." It's delicious."

"Mingyuexi, I have milk here..." the little girl with the doll head approached and said.

“Sugar is better than milk”

"I grow taller after eating milk, my grandma told me."

Song Mingyue peeled off a piece of candy and stuffed it into her mouth, then put the candy back into her little partner Huabutou... Li Zaiyan's pocket.She kept two pieces, peeled them off and handed them to their mouths respectively, saying, "It's very sweet."

"Consamida" X2.

While stroking the doll's hair with one hand, he said, "Drink the milk for lunch today, otherwise you won't grow taller."

"Inside!" Doll happily hugged her milk and turned back to the teacher... to ask for a straw.She thinks that she should drink it now after listening to Mingyue.

"Wow, are children so powerful now?" Strawberry class teacher said in amazement.

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Started a new article.This time it should be a completely different style from the past, keke.Finally decided to open this, for a change.My friend has analyzed it with me. For those like me who haven’t written in almost two years, maybe writing slow-moving, everyday-style modern essays will be smoother.So this article is really slow, and extremely routine.It's still far away to enter the circle and make a debut.

Then I am not in the fan circle, and I don’t know much about the Korean background. Recently, I am frantically supplementing knowledge.Everyone is welcome to popularize science, but the author must handle it with care if it is fragile, thank you.It is enough for Bo Jun to be happy. (*^__^*)

Then Song Mingyue set the date of birth in February 97, so China is three years old, and Korean algorithm is five years old?

Note ① citing nostalgia, ② citing the lyrics of "onlyone"