Moonlight’s Korean Entertainment Rebirth

After sitting in the Girls’ Generation practice room for a while, the bored Park Tae-yan came to the recording studio he was going to use today.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Jin Xiayan operating in front of the computer with a serious expression, wearing special headphones on her head and listening intently.

Going to the side to rest on the sofa, stretched her feet vigorously, touched her chair and then sat down.

Jin Xiayan glanced back at him, pouting her little mouth unhappy, and her little hand stretched out to take the picture.

"Oh Nichan, how do you hear this song I sing? I hold it pretty well! But Crystal doesn't like it."

Park Taiyan looked at her lazily, hooked her finger and asked her to pull the earphones over, and Jin Xiayan smiled and pulled the earphones over to him.

Jin Xiayan went back and pressed the start button again, then looked back at Park Taiyan, and within a few seconds saw him frowning and looking back.

Kim Ha Yeon pursed her mouth, she didn't sing so badly, right?

After only hearing a few words, Park Taiyan pulled down the earphones and looked at Kim Ha Yeon.

"Tsk, really can't listen?"

Seeing Jin Ha Yeon who was holding her shoulders angry, Park Taiyan took a deep breath, then smiled lightly after a while.

"Crystal wants you to sing?"

"Yep!"

"Have you heard of Bai Zhiying?"

Jin Xiayan nodded, her small brow furrowed tightly: "Jingjing wants to tell me that except for me, I won't love anymore?"

Park Taiyan stood up and pointed to the recording room, "Is there an accompaniment? I will sing it for you, and then you will watch the MV again. Haven't you seen this "No More Love" MV?"

"MV? No."

Jin Xiayan shook her head.

Park Taiyan thought about the upcoming trip to Xiangjiang, and was about to have a showdown with her, bowed his head and walked into the studio, closed the door, took the earphones and put it on, and then stood in front of the microphone.

Jin Ha-yeon looked at Park Tae-yan strangely and felt that his condition was a bit wrong, but she didn’t know what went wrong. Put the earphone to her left ear with one hand, click on the computer with her right hand, and then control it on the mixer. When she got up, she was familiar with Park Tae Yeon's voice and quickly adjusted the proper tune.

Park Taiyan in the recording studio listened to the prelude, slowly closed his eyes, and pictures jumped out of his mind. . .

The magic capital of the celestial kingdom on October 1, 2014

Park Taiyan opened his eyes and looked at the strange woman in front of him in confusion.

"...I'm alive?"

The woman looked at him gently and softly, slowly pulled up his left hand and placed it on his left chest, pressed her palm against his hand and spoke softly.

"Yan Yu... Are you awake? How do you feel in your chest?"

Focusing on the left chest, feeling the heart beating vigorously, I want to follow her palm all the way up, looking at the delicate face of the other person who can't distinguish the age.

"you are?"

"Jiang Xueqi, the only guardian of your heart..."

"...I'm sorry, thank you."

The woman released her hand and looked out the window: "Are you sone?"

"probably."

"You want to thank... Tai Yan."

"Taeyeon? Taeyeon?"

Jiang Xueqi squinted and turned around to see him being silent. It took a long time to speak slowly: "Thanks to her, you can just watch them with your eyes, Kim Taeyeon and Jung Soo Yeon!"

"...Tessie?"

. . . . . .

"It turned out to be so, I want to go back."

"Your indifference is purposeful."

"There is no more of your hand that caressed me."

Kim Ha-yeon squinted as she listened to Park Tae-yan's singing, as if she was about to tell something from the bottom of her heart.

. . . . . .

October 7, 2015 Heavenly Demon City

Yan Yu sat cross-legged on the sofa, sipping a cup of hot drink in her hands, listening to Taeyeon's album "I" just released in her earphones.

The other hand pressed back and forth on the laptop placed on the lap.

"Yeah, is it so difficult for you to learn something for lazy people? Really follow me to work, and my group will let you manage it in the future?"

Yan Yu pulled down the earphones and looked at Jiang Xueqi sitting next to him dumbly.

"I said Sister Xueqi, you are not very busy, why bother me!"

"Tired, come here and relax!" Jiang Xueqi said lazily, leaning on the sofa.

"Bulling me counts as your relaxation activity?"

"Yeah! What are you doing?"

Yan Yu turned to the computer and showed her: "Hey, I'm making a Tessie video. I feel that the two of them are blood red in the early stage, but since 12 years, there has been less interaction. They are all safe."

Jiang Xueqi leaned on the sofa listlessly.

"Do you think they are really in love?"

"Ah? Just kidding, it's not the official CP of the company. They are all played for fans. Really?" Yan Yu glanced at Jiang Xueqi contemptuously, then looked at the blood-red picture he was looking for, and the corners of his mouth twitched. .

"Look at the MV of Bai Zhiying's "No More Love". Korean homosexuality is still more discriminatory." Jiang Xueqi picked up her fingers and said lightly.

"There is discrimination in that country, okay?"

"But the Korean showbiz found that homosexuality would be blocked."

"Damn, those CPs who are still **** ass! Ha, don't you tell me that they are really? So when I was 36 pairs of CPs, I was unfamiliar with Thai suits?" Yan Yu stared at Jiang Xueqi.

Jiang Xueqi clumped her shoulders.

"I said, sister, there is no discrimination in our celestial dynasty, you can't?"

"Pop!" A pillow slammed on him, Yan Yu's feet jumped up wildly, a cup of drink was turned over on him.

"Haha!!!" Yan Yu smirked as Xue Qi fell on the sofa with a smile.

. . . . . .

"Now I realize that your heart has left me."

"Is it because of infatuation, but I still comfort myself."

"I feel sorry for myself like this."

Park Taiyan held the microphone in one hand, and expressed the emotion that couldn't be described along with the memory.

. . . . . .

November 19, 2016

"Hey? Sister Xueqi came to the magic city today? ... got off the plane? Ah, my cake is not ready yet." Yan Yu was talking on the phone with her mobile phone in her neck, squeezing cream on top of the cake in her hand. Pattern.

"...Wow, I even have cooking skills to cook for you? I'm going to save Taeyeon or Sika so that they can escape from each other's clutches."

Talking casually, he looked down at the roses in the vase, and his face was a little bit shy.

"I said, sister, you should also find a boyfriend, what do you think of me?"

"Hey, what does it mean to be 8 years younger than you? On the other hand, if you are 8 years younger than me, I won't mind at all. I'll be a daughter!"

"Huh~! What is the difference between men and women? Nicholas Tse is right, it is the variety show that Sika went to last time. His wife is eight years older than him."

"Okay, what's so fierce? I'm not kidding you. Arrive early and don't pass 12 o'clock! In fact, we are so lucky, we have one birthday... Okay, let's hang up!"

When Yan Yu heard the call interrupted, she curled her mouth and stopped her hand movement. He took down the phone and looked at the rose in a daze. Then he walked over to take the vase and thought about it, then looked around and took it to his room to put it away.

He closed the door and whispered with a wry smile: "Wow, is age a problem? Is it? Gender and blood are good."

Then suddenly he looked at his chest and frowned, "Wow, it doesn't matter if this blood is related? Cut, and the seniors of Degu, what are you afraid of? I don't want to be a single dog..."

As he talked, his movements suddenly slowed down, sweat slowly flowed out of his forehead, and his hand was slowly raised to cover his left heart.

"Damn... won't it be okay?... Medicine..."

He glanced around the room with a confused look, and then he staggered and sat down slowly while holding on to the wall.

"Hoo...Hoo..."

My sight slowly darkened. After the heart transplantation, there was no medicine at home!

. . . . . .

Park Taiyan opened his eyes and looked out of the glass, then lowered his head to continue singing the song.

"I just love you."

"Please forget me."

"Please don't, always mention me."

"It's better to say that you don't know me."

"Time will tell."

Kim Ha-yeon frowned more severely, her little hand officially put on her earphones, and then took her mobile phone and directly searched for the "Not in Love" MV

. . . . . .

July 29, 2017

"The house is ready to sell?"

Sitting on the sofa with her knees on her knees, Yan Yu looked up her head and glanced at Jiang Xueqi with a pale face.

With a cold face, he said indifferently: "Well, don't give it to you, donate it for me, just in the name of Girls' Generation, I have been sitting for so long for nothing... Tsk."

"Heh." Jiang Xueqi smiled unsurely.

Then took out a ferry ticket out.

"What's this?" He held out the **** of his hand and held the ticket in front of him and looked at it.

"Ferry ticket to Jeju Island!"

"Why do you give this to me?"

Jiang Xueqi folded her shoulders with her hands and looked out the window. "Girls' Generation 10th Anniversary Concert, won't you go and watch it?"

"Concert? It's not about meet-ups. We will have a small meet-and-greet on the tenth anniversary. S.M is really a pit, or should I invest in them for a bigger concert?"

Yan Yu stared at the ferry ticket blankly, and vomited casually.

"Speaking of the concert, it was held at the Jamsil Sports Complex."

Seeing her arrogant appearance, Yan Yu narrowed her mouth.

"What do you think, such a lively atmosphere, it would be unlucky to die at someone's concert."

"Sit farther, is it called the top of the mountain?"

"Don't go!"

"Let's help my nephew to take a look, because I hang up for Sika."

Yan Yu raised her head to look at Jiang Xueqi, and pointed to her heart: "He? Sika can't bear to commit suicide when she retires from the team? Wow, this mentality is really a passionate rice certification."

"going or not?"

"No, it's so annoying to hang out. There isn't even a corpse collector. It's too miserable!"

"..."

The two looked at each other indifferently, and finally Jiang Xueqi said: "Is anyone here to collect your body? Don't count on me. If you roll far away, don't be in front of me."

"..."

"Aren't you saying that people who love each other should be blessed?"

Yan Yu looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say.

"Go help me witness it."

"Ah..."

. . . . . .

"Homosexuality?" Jin Ha-yeon glanced at the MV screen on the phone, put it aside first, and then looked at Park Tae-yan in disbelief.

"It's the value of my love."

"No more love ever since."

"Because I will never meet anyone like you again."

"Can't love anymore."

"Like a fool, I don't love anymore."

. . . . . .

August 6, 2017 Jinju, South Korea

"Who would have thought that you can taste the taste of the stars before you die, hehe..."

Yan Yu closed his eyes weakly and sat silently against the tree. After a while, he opened his eyes and took out his mobile phone, then clicked on the text message and started editing.

[After thinking about it, you just called and said you want to be reincarnated together? Why don't you just collect a corpse for me? I'm afraid that I won't even have a chance to be reincarnated outside. -Yan Yu

[On the road]-Xueqi

[Learned a sentence in Korean. -Yan Yu

[Meet and say. -Xueqi

The eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, suddenly there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and a beam of light shone on him from the sky.

"Huh...huh..."

He looked at the helicopter landing in the distance with a blurred vision, typing on the keyboard with trembling fingers. The high degree of hypoxia caused confusion in the brain. I don't know if there is hallucination.

【Salang. . 】The phone slipped out of the palm of his hand and fell to the ground, tears filled his eyes, just watching the white light spot getting darker and darker, there was really no strength at all. . .

. . . . . .

"I just love you."

"Please forget me"

"Please don't give your love to me to others."

"If you can meet."

"If you can love it."

"Looking at you dear. How hard I love."

"That sentence was not spoken."

Pu Taiyan felt that she was about to be overwhelmed, and her whole voice began to tremble.

. . . . . .

November 11, 1998 Jeonju, South Korea

"Taiyan... Are you awake! Did you have chest pains!?" When Yan Yu regained consciousness again, she weakly opened her eyes and looked at the nervous girl with her hands wrapped in her hands in front of her, a little confused.

"Snow... Qi..." Yan Yu felt dizzy without saying it completely, and Yan Yu passed out again.

8 days later

After hearing the name of the little girl's father "daedae" on the phone.

Her eyes widened to confirm the identity of Loli Kim Taeyeon.

Hung up the phone, stuffed it into the girl's hand blankly, keeping his eyes on the girl's slightly obese face, but after looking at the girl's slightly red and swollen lips, he subconsciously swallowed. "Then your mother and sister will be safe, don't worry, your father will be there in 5 minutes... Uh, I'll go first." Yan Yu was a little bit broken when he subconsciously redefined the so-called traffic accident as the first kiss in his heart. , Quick step wants to escape.

"What's your name?" I heard the little girl shout when I was about to walk around the corner.

Yan Yu paused, thinking of her current name, the corners of her mouth slowly turned upward, and she whispered back with a voice that only she could hear.

"Taeyeon, my name is Park Taeyeon!"

. . . . . .

The music has stopped, Park Tae-yeon closed his eyes and didn't move there. Kim Ha-yeon took off the earphones and turned on the phone to select the MV to play.

In the song, a pair of little girls were walking in the alleys, and they met some objects from time to time. They held them and took photos of them.

Jin Xiayan looked at the little girls carefully. A girl with long hair was confused, and a girl with short hair always smiled softly.

She carefully observed all the objects they encountered.

Park Taiyan opened the door and walked out and lay down on the sofa. Maybe it was the elimination of the Tianchao team yesterday. Maybe it was because I suddenly heard Xia Yan mention this song. Maybe it was the upcoming trip to Xiangjiang. Maybe it was because I knew behind SY two years ago She is standing there, maybe too much. . . Just let him want to vent through this song.

He looked at the video in Jin Xiayan's hand.

The bridge, the broken bridge, the impassable bridge; the car, the car without the tires, the car that cannot turn; the clock, the clock without the hour hand, the clock that can’t go; the hanger, the hanger without clothes, no Used rope; this road cannot go, this love can't continue, it's not that love is no longer, it's that love can't be anymore.