There is a constant flow of cars and cars on the road. Buses are coming one after another, office workers are getting off work, and roadside stalls and snacks are also appearing one after another, forming a unique scenery of this city under the night.

Wang Taika touched his stomach and felt really hungry.

I originally wanted to go to a restaurant, but I went shopping with Jieun-chan and ended up at a nearby roadside stall.

In the busy international metropolis of Seoul, there are many corners that are not easy to see. It is another world hidden under the neon lights.

Every night, these usually quiet places will suddenly become lively, and vendors setting up stalls will push their carts to this gathering.

In a simple car, there are usually only one or two people busy. There is a lot of content, including the common oden, various special snacks, and snacks such as spicy rice cakes.

The people who come here to eat also have different identities. There are white-collar workers after work, workers who have finished their work, couples strolling on the street, and students who are hungry after studying in the evening.

Places with high consumption are not accessible to ordinary people. On the contrary, simple meals like this are more popular among people.

The small street stalls are like a microcosm of the city, depicting the image of everyone.

In addition to these small stalls, there were also businesses opening shops nearby. Wang Taika and Zhi Enjiang came to a roadside barbecue restaurant.

The reason why I came here is because Wang Taika saw that the barbecue here was actually the domestic kind of skewers. Compared with the soulless barbecue in Korea, this charcoal-grilled barbecue is the real barbecue!

Not surprisingly, the owner of the skewers is a Chinese, and he is from the Northeast. He is very enthusiastic. Although he has tattoos and looks fierce, he is very kind. The weather is a bit cold, but he still wears a vest and holds most of the meat skewers.

When roasted, the aroma is really mouth-watering.

"Can we eat this?" Wang Taika asked.

Zhien-chan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's so hard for me to treat you, why don't you go to a more expensive place?"

"Are you going to invite me for the last time?" Wang Taika asked with a smile.

"Hmph!" Zhien-chan responded arrogantly.

Wang Taika suddenly looked at it and said, "To be honest, I kind of want to drink beer. I'm thirsty."

"You don't drink, don't you?" Zhien-chan asked.

"But skewers seem to be an exception." Wang Taika chuckled.

Zhien-chan said: "Okay, I can drive anyway. Just drink some, it's okay. If you get drunk, I won't take advantage of you!"

Wang Taika laughed loudly: "Zhien-chan, even if you take advantage, I can't say anything."

"Shut up! Shut up! You terrorist!"

The meat skewers were not served yet, but cold beer was brought. Wang Taika poured himself a glass and drank it all. It was really refreshing on this night.

Suddenly a TV series was played on the TV in the hotel, and Wang Taika watched it boredly. The Korean dramas were still the same routine, and Wang Taika lost interest after watching it twice.

Sitting next to Zhien-chan, Wang Taika saw the busy people through the smoke and dim lights. Suddenly, he felt an aura that he had not felt for a long time.

It is the breath of life, simple and plain, even with some faint strange smell.

In a prosperous big city, you can indeed be closer to your dreams, but at the same time, there are still so many hardships and helplessness.

Whenever late at night comes, the street food vendors appear, and people who have been busy for a day sit down and enjoy the most expensive cowhide at cheap prices, in twos and threes, and go home feeling relieved.

Seeing the people who are struggling to survive in this city, they are busy, helpless, and persistent. Their figures are a reflection of the other side of the city and a symbol of some contradictions in this era.

Wang Taika feels that he is really a common person. He has been to many Western restaurants in the past and feels very tired after eating every time.

What really makes people feel relaxed is never in a quiet, clean and gentle place. It must be oil smoke and stir-frying. It must be adding more chili and coriander, and then rolling it vigorously in the oil pan. It seems that I have also learned from the cruelty of society.

It's the same as usual. Under the stimulation of spicy, greasy and heavy flavors, you can relieve the fatigue of the day and wait for the arrival of a new day.

The most important thing is that there is someone you can trust by your side. Even if you are drunk, you will not worry about danger. That kind of trust feels really good.

Wang Taika felt that he was drunk and had no strength. In the end, he leaned next to Zhien-chan, feeling sleepy.

I feel really sleepy, and it seems like I can fall asleep just by lying down.

Zhien-chan asked: "Are you tired?"

Wang Taika nodded: "I want to sleep next to you for a while, is that okay?"

Zhien-chan nodded: "Okay, come on."

"I'm really a little embarrassed!" Wang Taika chuckled: "It feels like I'm plotting something evil."

Zhien-chan smiled and said: "If you had planned something evil, you would have succeeded long ago. Do you still need to say this?"

"I can't refute what you said. Then I won't be polite!"

Wang Taika tilted his body and leaned against Zhien-chan. After a while, he fell into a trance. Either he fell asleep, or he was too comfortable and didn't want to talk. He just wanted to keep this posture.

Tired, really tired.

Zhi Enjiang couldn't help but laugh when she saw Wang Taika's lazy look.

This big lazy guy was showing off his power just now, but now he can only rely on himself, hum!

Terrorist, when did my world have you? When did you become my lonely and peaceful confidant?

I really don’t know how I survived those days when I was huddled in the corner, leaning on the sofa, thinking about you quietly.

From that moment on, Zhien-chan knew that she couldn't quit.

Maybe there really is such a thing as fate? Where is that fate? It is trivial to use subjective thoughts to decide yourself. However, sometimes you really hope that God is destined, so that you can save yourself from being afraid.

Zhien-chan has met many people in the past, but at that time there was no one worth paying attention to. Those people seemed to be unable to get into his eyes and cause a stir for a moment.

Zhien-chan once thought that these are really far away from her. Zhien-chan also never thought that some people would actually walk in front of her and would not deliberately attract your attention, but they would force you to pay attention.

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What's damning is that I don't know or know whether this person is really only so kind to me, or does he treat others the same way?

But I just feel that there always seems to be some feeling, as if only I am different. I am friendly and kind to only myself, although Zhien-chan doesn't know where the confidence comes from, so I can think like this.
Chapter completed!