I'm on the peninsula, and I start living with my aunt and my teammates.

Chapter 6: A rant from the editor.

Kim Taeyeon looked around and touched like a curious baby.

Although she is a little sloppy, she is not the kind of person with dirty living habits. The housekeeping aunt comes to clean twice every week.

For busy idols, any trouble that can be solved with money is not a trouble.

However, this was the first time that Kim Taeyeon felt that her home looked so pleasing to the eye.

Yes, it is pleasing to the eye.

It was difficult for Kim Taeyeon to find more suitable words to describe the situation in the living room at this time. The things she had improvised yesterday had been neatly placed. The kitchen and dining table were spotless, and they had obviously been carefully placed. Wiping it may not be as clean as the housekeeping aunt's cleaning, but it is much better than doing it herself.

"Then the child can also do housework..."

Kim Taeyeon murmured to herself.

This kind of seemingly ordinary thing is too rare for contemporary young people.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan..." The woman shouted twice subconsciously, but immediately closed her mouth again. What if Lin Yan was catching up on sleep like herself?
Yes, it's almost noon now.

Kim Taeyeon slept for more than two hours, feeling like she had traveled through time and space.

The room was quiet, and there was no reply.

The woman tiptoed around the living room. She found that Lin Yan had a certain range for packing things. The table and floor were all wiped, but some things that were more private or involved the owner's usage habits, such as the arrangement of tableware and condiments. The placement and the angle of the pillow have not been changed.

"Ok?"

Kim Taeyeon suddenly found a note stuck on the table, which she hadn't noticed just now.

"Aunt Taeyeon, I have tidied up the kitchen and put all the side dishes in the kimchi box under your refrigerator. Don't worry about me. I'm going out for a walk. The key I took is the one under the carpet at the door, Lin Yan." The guy also drew a small portrait at the end of the note, with simple lines and a heart next to it.

I don’t know why, but Kim Taeyeon felt that this little man painted herself.

Hmm, quite similar.

Lin Yan went out to play?
That's right, a 23-year-old kid always wants to go out for a walk, so it's not good to stay indoors all the time.

When I was that age, I wanted to go anywhere in the world, but due to my career, I couldn't move around freely. Now that I have money and leisure, I don't want to move anymore.

Time really changes a lot of things.

Kim Taeyeon felt inexplicably that it would be nice to have such a little guy in the family.

……

"It's... too shabby here..."

Lin Yan made the same choice as many tourists who came to Seoul for the first time. They all chose the more famous attractions to visit.

His first stop was Gyeongbokgung Palace. Eleven out of ten Korean travel guides would recommend this place. It would be a pity not to take a look.

The result is indeed a pity.

As a Chinese who has seen the Forbidden City, Gyeongbokgung Palace is simply too shabby. It is almost the difference between a mansion and a shared house. The houses are low and low, and there is no momentum at all.

I heard that this is where the ancient king of the peninsula lived, tsk tsk.

Lin Yan stood at the door and looked at the introduction to the scenic spot, then shook his head in disgust.

He seriously doubted that the so-called specialty commodities on the stalls outside came from the same place as the commodities in the domestic scenic spots of a large eastern country. After all, there was nothing that the omnipotent Yiwu could not make.

Forget it, it’s boring, let’s go somewhere else.

"Om..."

Just when Lin Yan was looking for a place to fill his growling stomach, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Ken Hirai.He was originally unwilling to answer, but after thinking about it, he pressed the answer button, but he did not put it to his ear, but kept a distance away.

These are the experiences accumulated after three years of training.

Sure enough, Ken Hirai's roar came from the microphone.

"Hey, Lin Yan, where did you go? You've packed up all your things at home. Why don't you just disappear for fun? You're so brave. If I hadn't called you and not answered your phone, I would have come over to see you in person. If you look at it, you really can’t find out what you want to do..."

As expected, being an editor is not something that ordinary people can do. You have to admire your lung capacity.

The tourists at Gyeongbokgung Palace all cast strange looks. Lin Yan had to find a quiet corner with his cell phone in a panic, so that he could calm down and continue to listen to what was being said on the phone.

"Ah, why don't you speak?" Ken Hirai, who was on the other side of the phone, seemed to realize that no one was listening to his roar.

"Uncle Jian, you have reached middle age and it's time to learn to change your temper."

"If you can all submit your manuscript on time, I will definitely live for two more years."

"Yes, yes, please calm down first and give me a chance to explain."

Lin Yan quickly calmed down the irritable editor with soft words. This old man was older than his father, and his fiery temper had not changed at all.

"Then tell me." Hirai Ken could still take a breather.

"Uncle Jian, in fact, I really went abroad this time for the purpose of collecting styles (playing), otherwise I would not have enough material. I heard that the comic industry in South Korea has developed well in recent years, and I can just follow it and learn from it... "

"Wait, tell me, where have you been?"

"Korea."

Lin Yan is not afraid that his position will be known by Hirai Ken. After all... there will be no one chasing the manuscript across the country.

I am a cartoonist, not a debtor.

"South Korea..." Hirai Ken's deep groaning made Lin Yan suddenly feel a sense of crisis in his heart. This old man wouldn't be up to something again.

"Yes, Uncle Jian, I'm still outside. I'll hang up now. If anything happens, I'll contact you later."

"You kid... okay, I'll contact you later, Korea, okay."

Lin Yan looked at the hung up phone and shook his head in confusion. What did he mean by the last good word?
Having said that, he still vaguely remembered that one time the two of them went out to eat together. They said it was to eat, but in fact they just went to an izakaya to chat after work. The two of them could drink two glasses of beer all night long. At that time, Ken Hirai seemed to have said that her second daughter was in South Korea.

However, he couldn't remember exactly what he was doing in South Korea.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter, anyway, now I can fly like a fish in the ocean and a bird can fly in the sky.

Lin Yan put aside those chaotic thoughts for the time being. After taking one last look at Gyeongbokgung Palace, he shook his head and left. He now understood that when he came to Korea, it was better to go shopping instead of seeing the cultural landscapes when he came to Korea. Woolen cloth.

So he turned around and took a taxi to Myeongdong. This was also a must-go place in the guide.

There are many people, very many, and from time to time, a few familiar local accents can be heard.

Lin Yan was carrying a bag alone and strolling through the hurried crowds. Even if he didn't buy anything, just observing the expressions of passers-by was still a good harvest and could be accumulated as material.

This is not good after becoming a creator. When I see something, I always wonder if I can draw it.

"Hello, how can I sell crucian carp cakes?"

The street snacks smelled very delicious, and Lin Yan couldn't help but move his index finger.

"One thousand won for four."

"Oh well."

Eh?
Where is my wallet?

(End of this chapter)