[Korean Entertainment] The years between me and Mr. G

Park Jae-bum took a long vacation, and the two of them stayed in the rented room every day, went to sleep with a wine bottle in their arms, and woke up with a wine bottle in their arms.Sometimes she and Park Jae-bum would stand on the balcony in pajamas like a crazy person, shouting hello to people passing by.But most of the time she chooses to sit in the rented room, smelling the fermenting alcohol and thinking about how she will get through the day.

Occasionally, after drinking too much, the two of them would hug each other and cry, and they didn't know what to cry for. Every day, they lived a life of sadness and disillusionment and had to get drunk.Counting the things that happened to me unconsciously, I was so sad that I had to join hands and be buried in Seattle.

However, such days did not last long, and Ruru, who set foot on the territory of Seattle with a hot visa, completely broke all their teenage worries.This female hooligan with poor English took her to quickly integrate into Park Jae-fan's dance troupe, and they went out day and night to watch their performances and go drinking together.They rushed to the clean wall in the middle of the night with inferior spray paint, and used the imagination of their art students to spray out graffiti with no theme and no thought.

In the days when Park Jae-bum was sleeping with a bottle of wine, they would go to the nearby square to draw pictures on sunny days, and use the money they earned to buy cheap wine.Helpless, Seattle is too worthy of the alias of Rain City, it often rains, even though she has always liked rainy days, she finally complained on rainy days with her drawing board on her back.

The three of them ran amok in this emerald city, getting into trouble and running away. Xilin felt that this was the most comfortable day in her life.

On Christmas Day, they had dinner together at Park Jae-beom's house, and they returned to the rental house after eleven o'clock.Because farther and farther away from Park Jae-bum’s rental house, the place where you can only vaguely see nodding is Seattle’s famous Space Needle, where fireworks are set off every Christmas.

Lots and lots of fireworks.

They were wrapped in thick cotton clothes and sat on the roof, with whiskey and kimchi brought by Ruru from South Korea.While blowing the cowhide, waiting for the arrival of twelve o'clock.

"Seattle has a joke about the Space Needle, saying that it is a special spacecraft for the president of the United States to escape to the universe when a catastrophe occurs on the earth." Park Jae-beom pointed in the direction of the Space Needle, "So when I was young, my dream was to become a President of the United States. I want a ship like that, off Earth."

"Haha, this is all a lie to children."

"Yeah." Nodded, raised his head and sipped his wine, "But I want it even more now."

As soon as the words fell, a bunch of fireworks jumped up from a distance, slowly flew towards the sky, and a bunch of fireworks exploded silently.

"merry christmas!"

The three of them yelled Merry Christmas together, toasted and drank heavily in the night sky, and finally the three of them returned to the rented room drunk and huddled together on the same bed. Xilin, who was drunk, cried and said in Park Jae-fan's ear , "The fireworks are so beautiful, it would be great if I could be with you."

Park Jae-bum was taken aback for a moment, and reluctantly stretched out his arms to hug her sideways, closed his eyes, and patted her on the back lightly.

Such completely indulgent days started with Ruru’s arrival and ended with Bian Baekhyun’s arrival. Before Park Jae-bum could ask why Koreans like to go to Seattle these days, Bian Baekhyun sat in front of him looking disgusted. , Three people whose faces were swollen due to lack of sleep and excessive drinking.

He picked up his glass and drank the only beer in the room, and said to Xilin, "during the time you were in Seattle, the designer sister helped you transfer the album from the Florence Academy of Fine Arts and sent it to the New York School of Visual Arts .”

She raised her head and looked at him, her fingers tangle unconsciously, "So..."

"It's past the enrollment time." He curled his lips and sighed, and said hesitantly, "We did our best..."

"..." Xilin looked away, shrugged pretending to be indifferent, "It's nothing, anyway, he was not admitted at the beginning, and the result didn't change much."

"No change? That's not necessarily the case." There was a hint of cunning in his smile, Bian Boxian took out something from his pocket, slapped it on the table and pushed it in front of her, "Admission letter, Xilin, congratulations."

She froze for a moment, then took the acceptance letter and opened it dumbly. On the cover was the name of the New York School of Visual Arts. She took a nervous breath and looked at him with uncertain eyes.Admission letter?Her acceptance letter?

"Open it and take a look."

Her fingers trembled a little, and the eyes of Park Zaifan and Ruru were all focused on the things in her hands.She opened the admission notice and looked at the information on it that she was admitted to the comics department. After a while of silence, Xilin put it back on the table and looked directly at Bian Boxian, "I don't want to read it."

"What did you say?!" It wasn't just him, the other two couldn't help shouting, "Why!"

"I'm not going to be admitted to this school. It's not this major, so I won't go to study."

Ruru held her hand, "Xilin, New York art is not bad either. And the comics major is also very good, the market is huge..."

"Now is not the time for you to be willful. You should be happy to be accepted by the school." Park Jae-beom persuaded, "You don't really want to stay in Seattle for the rest of your life, do you?"

Xilin shook his head, "My childhood dream was to be an illustrator, not a cartoonist. I won't read it, and I won't go back and repeat it. I won't read it. I won't read anything. I'll just die in Seattle. That’s it. Anyway, that’s how I am, and that’s how I am! I’m such a failure, do you understand? I won’t get any better for the rest of my life...”

The conversation was interrupted by the beer splashed on her face, she opened her mouth slightly, and the wheat-colored liquid slid down her cheeks, looking at Bian Baixian who was still holding the glass, she stretched out her hand to wipe her face, and gave him a blank look, "What are you doing?"

"Do you know how much effort was spent on this admission letter? Do you know how worried your parents are? Knowing that you will not want to repeat, knowing that you will not want to study in Korea, so do everything possible to pick schools and find a way to choose one. The school that suits you. The reason why you came to Seattle is not to burden you, have you thought about them?"

During this period of time, they have never stopped in South Korea. They are looking for a relationship every day and are worried every day. After knowing that she was admitted, Xilin's mother cried with joy.

"Your dream is to be an illustrator, but do you know your parents' dream? They just want to wish you well, have you considered them?!

Slamming the cup on the ground, he stood up angrily and supported the table to look at her, his tone suddenly calmed down, "Xilin, how long are you going to escape like this?" "

...

After nearly a month of tossing and turning, Xilin decided to go to New York.Packed my bags and left Seattle, returned to Korea to stay with my parents for a while, packed more bags and left Korea to fly to the US.

On the day of departure, Bian Baekhyun went to see her off, and felt a little regretful at the airport, "The books I gave you in Italy were wasted...but you can go anywhere, but you will definitely not contact me after you go to the United States. Then I guess I won't be able to see you again."

"Call me sister." After zipping up his jacket, Xilin patted him on the shoulder, "If you can't see me, let me see you. Be an artist who can see you no matter where I am .”

After she left, Xilin's father gave Bian Baixian a painting in the company, saying that Xilin asked him to help hand it over to him.He looked at the person in the painting and smiled. It was what he said in the company that he asked her to draw a sketch of himself.

There are no sketches, but there are detailed sketches.

Back to the obvious and obvious dividing line of reality

"If it wasn't for Bian Baixian's insistence at that time." Her father told her that Bian Baekxian was the one who worked the most in this matter, and he had never been abroad. Because of her, he ran to a strange country alone to find a map. Come on, "Maybe my whole life is useless."

"Fortunately, there is him. Otherwise, I might not be able to see you now." The man's eyes showed pity, he paused, and his tone was full of guilt, "I'm sorry, I wasn't by your side at that time..."

"It doesn't matter if you're here or not, after all, it's already in the past." She smiled, drank a glass of soju and watched the man's eyes become a little complicated, "School is not my favorite school, and comics is not my favorite major, but it's already Is it something that can’t be helped? Since you can’t change it, let yourself adapt.”

"...And you, how was your time in America?"

"Just make do. After all, no one in a foreign country really cares about you. There are not many Asians in our school, so we arranged three Asians in our major in a dormitory, one Chinese, one Japanese, and the other Two are Americans."

During the few years when he was not by her side, what happened to him also made him very curious, "How did you get along with them?"

"So-so. But I almost didn't graduate because of one of them."

"Can't graduate?! What happened?!"

Xilin smiled and said nothing, looking out of the window at the people driving by in the night, lost in memory.

Four years ago, she came to the United States with simple luggage and saw her roommate who was about to spend several years with her.

The Chinese girl is called l, and I get along with her better, it can be said that Xilin sees the shadow of Ruru in her, so he feels more intimate. L said that she carried the future of Chinese comics on her shoulders, and got up early every morning and went downstairs for a run. When Xilin asked why, she said that she would follow the leadership's instructions and insist on achieving all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

Another Japanese, Muzi, and himself are pretty good too. Muzi's professional expectations are not high, and there are many excellent works in Japanese manga.Generally speaking, she still hopes to stay in the United States to develop.But l and her are not right, especially on the basis of l's comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor, it is even more wrong.This made her a bit awkward between the two.

As for the other two Americans, one is busy dating every day and the other is known as the most talented person in the department.

The author has something to say: Because I moved to a new dormitory, I was cleaning everything yesterday, so I don’t have time to update, Miyane!