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Cui Xianjun walked towards Jin Shengyuan in a hurry, with a hasty expression on his face, obviously something happened.

After seeing this, Jin Shengyuan frowned slightly, motioned to Liu Zaishi, Jin Zhongguo and others beside him, and walked to the periphery of the crowd.

"What's the matter? Brother Xianjun." Jin Shengyuan asked in a low voice to Cui Xianjun who walked beside him.

"Zhenyun called, it's inconvenient to say it here." Cui Xianjun said to Jin Shengyuan with a serious face.

Jin Shengyuan nodded slightly, and after briefly explaining to Liu Zaishi and others, he walked to Ahn Jae-hwan's family, took his leave and left.

At this time, there were already a lot of artists who came here, and most of them gathered here. Liu Zaishi, Kim Jong-kook and the first few people who arrived stayed for a while, and then left one after another.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was extremely depressing, coupled with the mournful cries, it was like an invisible gauze covering everyone's heads, making people feel breathless.

After Jin Shengyuan walked out of the hospital, he couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then asked Cui Xianjun, "What's going on? Brother Xianjun."

"The fan incident!" Cui Xianjun said to Jin Shengyuan while skillfully starting the car, "Just now Zhenyun called and told me that one of your fans committed suicide and was hospitalized."

"What?" Jin Shengyuan was taken aback.

"This time it's true!" Choi Hyun Joon explained, "A member of the fan club called and told Jeongyoon, and then Jeongyoon told me directly."

"How's the situation?" Jin Shengyuan frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"When Zhenyun got the news, that fan was still being rescued!" Choi Hyun Joon said, "I don't know the details now."

Jin Shengyuan rubbed his eyebrows fiercely.

He has never had much interaction with his fans, so that there are always a group of people who accuse Jin Shengyuan of being indifferent and indifferent to fans, but Jin Shengyuan cares about his fans in his heart, as long as fans who are familiar with him know this .

Moreover, as an artist, after hearing the news, it is inevitable to visit him.

"Tell me specifically." Jin Shengyuan said.

"Park Hyo-rim, 15 years old, a third-year junior high school student, that's all." Cui Xianjun said, he doesn't know much information at the moment, "He is being rescued in a hospital in Buam-dong, Jongno District."

"Go directly." Jin Shengyuan said, "Don't bother Miss Zhenyun."

After finishing speaking, Jin Shengyuan leaned on the seat and opened a gap in the car window.

Jin Shengyuan's surname is doomed that he will not like young people who choose to commit suicide and escape.The biggest advantage of young people is time. Even if they only take one step a day, it is enough to accumulate extraordinary achievements.

However, he had just experienced Ahn Jae-hwan's suicide, and he was very touched. Hearing the news now, he felt completely different.

The time is around one o'clock in the morning, and even the most noisy Seoul rarely shows her quiet side. Occasionally passing cars, a burst of cool air flows in from the window, like the immature wings of a baby bird. Patting Jin Shengyuan's face felt a strange sense of comfort.

Jin Shengyuan squinted his eyes, the hair on his forehead was blown upright, the night wind's whispers echoed in his ears, enjoying the coolness like water blowing towards his face, his mood gradually calmed down.

Cui Xianjun watched Jin Shengyuan's condition through the rearview mirror while driving.

For Ahn Jae-hwan's suicide, Cui Xianjun did not expect that Kim Sung-won would have such great feelings.Even though Ahn Jae-hwan is Kim Sung-won's senior at Seoul National University, there is not much overlap between the two parties, and Kim Sung-won is not the kind of character who is sentimental for others.

However, Jin Shengyuan's emotions at the moment are very subtle, at least not the emotions that Cui Xianjun imagined he should have.

"Hey!" Cui Xianjun sighed in his heart, "Why did things come together?"

……

In the early hours of the morning, there was no need to worry about traffic jams. Jin Shengyuan and his wife arrived at the address of the hospital given by Pu Zhenyun very quickly.

It was very quiet in the hospital, only the sound could be heard from the duty room.

Cui Xianjun only found out after inquiring that Park Hyo Lin had been rescued and transferred to the special single ward on the fourth floor.

Under the leadership of a nurse on duty, Jin Shengyuan and the two came outside the ward.

"Dong dong." After thanking the nurse, Jin Shengyuan knocked lightly on the door of the ward.

"Please come in!" A clear and hoarse male voice sounded from the ward.

Jin Shengyuan pushed open the door, and the sudden incandescent light shrank his pupils involuntarily.

"Jin Shengyuan?" The male voice just now said with a hint of surprise.

"Holy... Holy Yuan oppa!" The girl on the hospital bed also shouted mixed with surprise and unbelievable emotions.

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie!" Jin Shengyuan first bowed to greet a middle-aged man and woman in the ward.

"Come in and sit down!" The middle-aged man stepped forward to look at Jin Shengyuan, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Jin Shengyuan was slightly taken aback. When meeting him for the first time, even though he was an elder, it seemed a bit abrupt to pat himself on the shoulder rashly.However, the middle-aged man in front of him, with a fair face, meticulous clothes, and obvious elegance, did not seem like this kind of reckless person.

Is there any source of it?

Although he guessed like this in his mind, Jin Shengyuan didn't stop, and walked to the hospital bed in a few steps.

The ward was pure white, quiet and bright, and spotless. A girl with slightly messy hair and obvious childishness was lying on the hospital bed, with a hanging bottle in one hand, and she was turning her head to look at Jin Shengyuan. Bloody, with emotions such as fear and regret in his eyes, it feels like a delicate flower, as if it will break if it is blown by the wind.

Beside the hospital bed, a middle-aged woman with a slightly tired complexion but also an elegant air held the girl's other hand tightly with both hands, nodded slightly to Jin Shengyuan, and forced a smile.

"Shengyuan oppa?" The girl on the hospital bed called softly again, her voice was dry and feeble, and the expression of disbelief on her face still persisted, as if she suspected that she was hallucinating.

"Park Hyo Lin?" Jin Shengyuan showed a gentle smile, nodded, and asked the girl on the hospital bed.

"Hmm!" The girl on the hospital bed nodded, tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, and slightly raised her left hand.

Jin Shengyuan hurriedly bent down and lightly supported the girl's left hand, and said, "Don't move around with the needle stuck!" His voice was serious, with a hint of reprimand.

Although she just met Park Hyo Lin, her face was obviously frightened and weak, and she couldn't even control her emotions. Therefore, Jin Shengyuan judged that the reincarnation of life and death just experienced had a great blow to her, just like the sea in a storm Like a helpless boat floating, what she needs at this moment is a strong backbone.

Sure enough, upon hearing Jin Shengyuan's low and forceful words, Park Hyo Lin stopped raising her hand immediately, pursed her lips slightly, and gradually calmed down.

On the other side of the hospital bed, the middle-aged woman, who was still a little worried at first, got up to stop her daughter's behavior, but also breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, and nodded gratefully to Jin Shengyuan.

"Auntie, what's going on?" Jin Shengyuan asked the middle-aged woman while supporting Park Xiaolin's right hand.

Hearing Jin Shengyuan's question, the middle-aged woman's eyes turned red.

"Let me tell." The middle-aged man took a cup of boiling water from a paper cup with his surname and came over. Seeing Jin Shengyuan's delicate and considerate movements, he nodded slightly, put the paper cup on the side cabinet, sighed softly, and said to Jin Shengyuan. Said.

The middle-aged man's name is Park Joo-hwan, and the woman's name is An Minzhen. Both are teachers at Dongguk University, and Park Hyo-rin is their only daughter.

Park Joo-hwan is a graduate of Seoul National University, which is why he was a little familiar with Kim Sung-won just now.

Both Park Joo-hwan and Ahn Min-jeong are university teachers, and they have very strict requirements on Park Hyo-rim's academic performance, and they have planned a schedule for her since she was a child. In Kim Sung-won's words, they are like two strict managers Manage everything about Park Hyo Rin."

Park Joo-hwan and Park Joo-hwan also agree that Park Hyo-rim regards Kim Sung-won as an idol.However, everything about Kim Sung-won was purchased by Park Joo-hwan, and the only time Park Hyo-rim saw Kim Sung-won was at the Music Bank not long ago.

Kim Sung Won became the only artist that Park Hyo Rin could like.

But what followed was Park Joo-hwan's motivational words of "must become the number one in the country" that Park Joo-hwan often said.

The long-term pressure is like a mountain that will continue to grow, accumulating in Park Hyo Rin's heart.

In the latest class model test, Park Hyo Lin's grades fell out of the top three in the grade. Although Park Joo Hwan and the others did not punish her physically, they educated her for five hours.

Pu Xiaolin's nerves, which were tense like a bowstring, finally broke under this inducement.

Early this morning, Park Hyo Rin swallowed a large amount of sleeping pills and committed suicide after sending a "last message" to a fan club friend she met online.

Fortunately, her friend hadn't rested yet. After receiving Park Hyo Lin's text message, she called her and was heard by An Minzhen, who passed by Park Hyo Lin's room, and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment in time.

The reason of the matter is so simple.

Park Joo-hwan and his wife didn't dare to say anything to Park Hyo-lin at this moment. They only had this one daughter, and An Minzhen felt regretful.

"Senior..." After Jin Shengyuan finished listening, he organized some words in his mind and said to Park Zhouhuan.

"Needless to say," Park Joo-hwan waved his hand, and said, "I already know what to do." His tone was a little depressed, and his face was full of mixed and inexplicable emotions, including regret, shock, and a hint of disappointment that couldn't be concealed.

After all, Jin Shengyuan is just an outsider, not suitable for in-depth conversations, so he nodded, sat on the bedside and comforted Park Hyo-lin a few words, and then started chatting with her.

"How about I help you write a song?" Jin Shengyuan suddenly said to Park Hyo Lin.

"Ah?" Park Hyo Lin didn't seem to react, she asked in a daze.

(To be continued)