Korean Entertainment's Sadness at the End of Winter

Maybe, you know, you are very small, you can only hide in my arms, showing a shy or satisfied appearance, but in your eyes, I am as big as the whole world.

Very tall, just like the legendary superman oppa, who will hold you to save the world, isn't it like this!

But you probably don't know that you are very small, but every little action makes people feel heartwarming.

Slightly raising your eyebrows and pouting your lips, showing dissatisfaction, I know why you are having a temper; your eyes are full of unconcealable smiles, I still know why you are happy, and you never need to hide your emotions.

And what was hidden, was a small, beating heart, worried.

"Brother, your eyebrows are wrinkled and not good-looking." Every time, that serious little guy always muffled his voice with an inexplicable expression.

She really likes to be held high in his arms by her brother, and then gently caressed those frowning eyebrows of her brother with her tender little hands. She hoped that she could smooth out the worrying arcs with her hands.

"Where are there wrinkles? I saw it wrong." And every time, he smiled like this, smiling brightly.

Is it!Are you really wrong?Such doubts have never arisen in this little Zhengzheng's heart. She has always believed that her brother's brows are wrinkled, and she doesn't like it.

"Obviously frowning, brother is lying." Xiaozheng does not allow the existence of lies.

"Where are you wrinkled, tell me." His voice was very soft, and his brows slowly relaxed, but there was a heavy sadness shrouded in it.

His brows were indeed wrinkled, and his heart was also wrinkled, and what was the arc of the frown.Both he and she know.

It's just that it wasn't specified.

"Here, always frowning." Xiao Zhengzheng snorted, puffed his cheeks, gently pinched the center of his brows with his small hands, showing a look of pain on his face. "Xiao Zhuxian doesn't like it, very much."

She doesn't know what she likes, but she knows exactly what she doesn't like.

The little fingers are very pink, soft and thin, with a little warmth.Carefully pinching the two unruly brows, but she found that she was so stupid, no matter how hard she kneaded, she couldn't smooth the wrinkled brows.

So sad, little Joo Hyun is really useless.

Slowly, she felt her little heart throbbing.His serious face was twisted, and his small mouth was pouted.Eye sockets gradually covered with a layer of blurred mist.His little body trembled slightly, and he was about to cry.

But her hand is still trying to soften the frown, just like her bright eyes, full of hope.

But, it's really not smooth.Xiao Zhuxian couldn't share anything for her brother, it was so useless that she couldn't even stroke her brows.

"Brother Han Bin, it's disobedient. It always won't let me...knead it..." As she spoke, her little face was pulled into a ball, and she cried for no reason.

You will never understand what kind of mood a little girl is hiding, trying to smooth her wrinkled brows.

A little flustered, very distressed, I don't know why, seeing this little serious crying helplessly, his heart became tangled.

Smooth!It's not his brow, but his sadness.

The little girl knew that her elder brother, whom she had always known was very good, was actually not happy, because his brows were always frowning in a way she didn't like, and she had to do something.

However, she was too young to do much.

He panicked and couldn't figure out the child's inexplicable emotions. He held the little girl's waist firmly with one hand, and gently held her small shoulder with the other hand, patting her softly, while the little girl cried even more. sharp.

Maybe, you don't know what she's crying for, but you can hear that crying mixed with distress.

"Why are you crying!" he asked softly, rubbing her little head.

"I don't know, it's just sad, Xiao Zhuxian will cry when sad." Yes, how can you not cry when you are sad, children have always understood this truth.

He is very good at comforting people, especially this kind of very small girl, patting her on the back lightly, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, and a gentle smile.

"Then how can little Zhuxian not be sad." He always wanted to comfort others, but he never wanted to be comforted by others.

Her little face was covered with tears, and she was crying like pear blossoms with rain. She looked lovely and charming. She raised her head and stared straight at the soft face in front of her. She sniffed and stretched out her hand again.

"Here...looks sad..." It turned out that she knew what was hidden in the wrinkled brows. "Xiao Zhuxian likes good-looking brows, not wrinkled ones."

Because of the frown, Xiao Zhuxian could see that her brother was sad, and then she would be sad too.

He frowned slightly, feeling the softness and clear warmth from a small hand, looking at that little face crying pitifully, his heart gradually became calm, even he didn't know it Why.

"Then I'll make Xiao Zhuxian happy with a smile." Just like that, his brows slowly relaxed, and there was a very bright smile on his face.

Laughing is not to make Xiao Zhuxian happy, but to make myself happy.

She has short hair that reaches her ears, her bright pupils cannot be covered, her slightly squinted eyes are filled with a smile from the heart, the lines of her side face are getting softer, and her face still has the unique greenness of a teenager.

He lifted the little girl high, raised his head and smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, which looked white against the sun, setting off that hearty smile, really beautiful.

The little girl sniffed, smiled through tears, stretched out two small hands, gently held his cheeks, leaned down, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, using the child's favorite intimacy Express your inner joy.

"I like the way Brother Han Bin smiles, it's as bright and hot as the sun." She smiled happily while sniffing her nose.

In the afternoon of May, the big sun was still hanging in the sky, casting a bright light and exuding a very hot temperature. A slender boy held the little girl high, showing a bright smile.

The little girl also smiled, her chubby cheeks trembling slightly, and the corners of her eyes shone with crystal tears.

He and she smiled like the sun, causing passers-by to look sideways and curiously from time to time. Looking at them, they felt inexplicably warm, probably because the sun was too hot.

And where you can't see, the arc of sunshine from the corner of the boy's mouth becomes brighter and brighter. He smiles happily and is very heart-warming. Feeling the little girl's intimate caress, his heart will probably melt.

The corners of his eyes were shining brightly, no one could see them.

He didn't understand why some very childish actions made people so heart-warming, so warm that they made people want to cry.

The story about unsmooth brows and big sun is simple, childish and innocent, and only Han Bin and Xiao Zhuxian know this story, and they will always remember it.

"Golden Fishing Ground" is still being screened, and most people in Korea are paying attention to those two little guys who give Han Bin warmth.

My heart became calm and warm.

Suddenly, the audience dimmed, the Minghe lights faded, and the stage was lit up with a soft light. It was a little dark, but it was very conspicuous in the darkness, and it caught everyone's eyes.

Kim Gura, Wen Geunying, Xu Guojun and others all looked behind them, watching the illusion on the screen.

It was a delicately depicted painting. A young man was holding a little girl up high. The big sun was hanging high in the sky, and it sprinkled countless rays of sunlight, illuminating the two bright smiles.

"You have a really nice smile, just like the sun."

No one cares who made the painting, maybe it doesn't matter anymore, what matters is the content.

The boy was still very young, but he could recognize who it was, and the little girl with the schoolbag was immature, but people couldn't tell who it was, but everyone knew who the little girl was.

The boy is Han Bin, and the little girl is one of the two little guys.

"Is that girl a little serious?" Jin Jiula's voice was vague, he was so engrossed in watching it that he forgot that he was hosting a show, it was more like listening to a story. "Smiling just like you, the smell of sunshine."

"Sweet potato girl, are you there?" Yin Zhongxin asked.

Dad Xu could see who the little girl was. He was a little dazed looking at the painting, his dry and wrinkled face was always calm, but suddenly he lowered his head and took off his glasses. Say, how important is it.

But I don't know why Xiao Zhengjing is so important to Han Bin, and why Han Bin is equally important to Xiao Zhengjing.

"The story described in this painting is a story about the sun on a May day many years ago." Thinking of the naive dialogue scene at that time, it was a bit funny, but more touching.

The small and fresh childish story is not complicated, even so simple that the listener feels that this story is like a fairy tale to coax children, but it is very pleasant to listen to.

It turned out that the little guy who accompanied Han Bin turned out to be so heart-warming.

"Perhaps, you can't imagine how important these two little guys are in my life." Han Bin said in a hoarse voice. "They always say, I'm as big as the sky, and it's their world."

"It's very naive. The childish analogy is just a funny joke. Few people believe it, but I take it seriously. I regard myself as their world and take good care of them."

"Because I am their world, but they are the warmest sun in this world. They don't understand my sadness, but they do know that they work hard to radiate light and heat, warming me like a big sun."

Xu Xian was about to cry again, her bright eyes became brighter and brighter, but tears glistened. She rubbed her red and swollen eye sockets, her nose trembled slightly, and Han Bin's figure was reflected in her eyes.

And Yun'er bit her lower lip tightly, her small face was twisted into a ball, she looked at Han Bin with teary eyes, and there was a gradually clear photo, and a very blurry photo. (to be continued..)