The story of "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums" is real and exists in real life. Everyone can't help but open their mouths, their expressions are dull, and their eyes are tightly locked at Han Bin.

At this time, no one asked Han Bin why he went to serve back then, and they were all attracted by the so-called real story of "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemum".

Han Bin smiled, holding his hands tightly, but slowly letting go. This repeated several times proved his inner entanglement and discomfort. A hint of undetectable sadness flashed through his bright eyes, and he opened his lips slightly, what should he say.

In fact, some things can be summarized in just a few sentences. Those secrets hidden in the heart are difficult to describe in words alone, and can only be expressed in real emotions.

Below, some audiences closer to the stage had seen Han Bin's small movements. His hands were tightly clamped and loosened, and his lips, which were open but did not speak, giving people a faint sense of depression.

Perhaps, this story full of flowers is really beautiful, but for the author Han Bin, it is a heart-wrenching past.

Is sympathy? It should be because those delicate women can clearly feel the depression emitted on the stage.

"Actually... it's okay not to say it." Jin Jiula said something inexplicably, even he himself didn't know why he said that.

Han Bin shook his head, with no slightest bit of force on his face. He smiled slightly, but he still chose to say it. As for the reason, he didn't want to say more.

"It's okay, this story is originally "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums"." He smiled with a clear expression.

If there was a beam of sunshine shining on Han Bin at this time, then he must have emitted a warm light, but mixed with a faint bleakness. It was the beginning sun in late winter.

Then, against the backdrop of the sun, he showed his white teeth slightly, shining with a shiny halo, and told stories that people felt moved.

Such a scene naturally appears in the audience's mind. When you look at it, you will find that there is no so-called sunshine.

But Han Bin started to tell the story of the scent of flowers floating in the air.

"I was seventeen years old. I forgot which day it was. I don't know what happened that day. I just felt empty around me, so I sat by the window and looked at the scenery. I lived in a suburban community in Jiangnan. There was a bit of the countryside."

"And I am a child who came to Seoul from the small mountain village Yuzhili. I like this feeling of tranquility very much. In fact, now I know that I don't like the feeling of tranquility, but miss the taste that has long been lost."

"I saw a tree by the window, a big and big tree. The shade squeezed out a piece of shade in the bright sunlight, and then, I thought of a love story under a tree."

Han Bin's mouth was pursed, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if there was dazzling sunshine. He felt a deep thought in the cracks of his eyes, and he thought of some beautiful memories that could make the corners of his mouth rise.

When will it start? I choose to forget you. Just because I am afraid that I will not laugh out loud when I think of your smile, I feel stuffy and uncomfortable in my chest, for fear that I will fall but will never get up again.

Because you are no longer by your side, the fallen child can always stand up by himself, unable to find a hug to cry, he can only pat his dusty clothes and then pretend to be strong.

In fact, Han Xue and I have always been very unstrong. We are very fragile and weaker than any ordinary person. I really won't lie to you.

Just like when I was in a small town in Quanzhou that year, I saw people who looked very much like your backs, holding a pair of young and tender hands with big hands, and going to the market together. I followed because I thought it was you.

As a result, I got lost and didn't know where the way home was.

There was a tranquility around me, the calm smell I liked, but I couldn't breathe under the pressure of this unusual quiet feeling. At that time, I just wanted to squat down and wait for a pair of warm hands to help me up.

I forgot how soft your smiles are, and how you smile happily in the hut in Yuzhili, and then raised Han Xue and me high, all the familiar pictures were as chaotic as mottled pictures.

Who are you? I know, I have always known that I just pretended to forget recently, and I dare not remember you because I am afraid of the sudden loneliness and helplessness.

Because I have to be strong, I have to take care of Han Xue. I still have many dreams and need to pretend to be strong to realize it. So when I was only ten years old at that time, I put on a layer of yellow and orange protective color - the luster of sunshine.

When Han Bin paused for a moment, Kim Tae-hee and Moon Geun-young felt a sense of heartache. Somehow, the figure of his parents suddenly flashed in his mind, the figure that was gradually thinning and gray hair on his temples.

There is a person with a gentle smile on his face, soft eyes, soft voice, and even a gentle touch with his hand, she will tell you to wear one more piece and secretly give you a nutritional stove.

Who is she? You always know.

There is another person whose face is mostly stern and serious. You will feel that you always see a poker face, but you dare not disobey it because you are a good kid and you want to see that poker face change.

Who is he? You will know.

There are two people in everyone's life who will nag you so much that you feel bored, but when you complain, you will give you a soft smile, and then you will not be able to say anything.

Another person doesn't like to talk. He likes to look at you with a stern poker face and looks at you expressionlessly until you lower your head with guilt, but you have to raise your head and scratch the back of your head, smirk at the poker face you don't hate, and please him.

Do you like these two people? Han Bin said he liked them, and he always liked them, and even expected that there were two people who could make him continue to like them.

"A kind man Chengyu met Meishu, who exuded a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums. He and she met under a big tree. Later, as you see, they fell in love."

"However, the two of them waited for seven years and went through twists and turns. I didn't know about this difficult past because they didn't tell me. Seven years later, she finally agreed to enter the palace of marriage and was pregnant with a small life."

Han Bin still smiled, his eyes began to be a little sour, and there was a kind of warm current that always wanted to soak his eyes. The "Scent of Chrysanthemums" he wrote was really just a beautiful story.

Because they didn't tell me!

When the audience heard this sentence, they were all stunned and thought they had hallucinations. Chengyu and Meishu in "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums" told Han Bin.

"No, it's such a bloody plot." Many people want to say this, but their hearts are actually a little sore. When they think of the ending of "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemum", they feel heartbroken.

"Meishu is pregnant, but she also has a terminal illness. Just like the book describes, after she gave birth to two young lives, she has been fighting with the disease. She likes to laugh very much, and her eyes are very crescent."

"And then, she didn't know where she went, and Chengyu disappeared. At the end of the story, it was like this, and the two remaining little lives were not mentioned."

Every time I say something, there will be a brief silence. Just like what the audience thought, at the ending of "The Scent of Chrysanthemums", the hero and heroine disappeared together, turning into the fragrance of flowers under the tree, and kept floating.

Therefore, there will be a tree-like love and a flower-like encounter. This is an aesthetic story learned from Korean dramas.

Kim Tae-hee lowered her eyes and covered a faint mist, while Moon Geun-young bit her lip and couldn't stop the tears from falling. Both men, Seo Daddy and Seo Guo-jun, were speechless.

Han Bin said this, the meaning is already very obvious.

"Yuezhen Ouni, hug me." Yoona frowned with her little face, her dry expression was very pitying, and her watery eyes were filled with a fog of heartache. "Oppa is lying again, and he is going to lie to others' tears again."

Yes, Han Bin is going to cheat on tears again.

Xu Xian thought she was very strong, so she took a deep breath and forced herself to support her serious stubbornness. After taking a sip of the cold air, she still couldn't help but feel sore in the corners of her eyes and plunged into Bai Yuezhen's arms.

"We are very strong if you don't cry." Bai Yuezhen still had Han Xue in her arms, and both sides pressed against Yoona and Xu Xian's heads, so she could only comfort her.

We are very strong if we don’t cry. Han Bin explained this way with the little Han Xue.

He must be strong, even if he is fragile, he must pretend to be determined and face the cruel life. He is his brother and must stand tall and stand up to the sky that is about to collapse, because behind him is a very small girl.

"Actually, I think every time I participate in a variety show, the atmosphere will be extremely depressing and I can't be happy at all." Han Bin joked.

"Is that so? But I think "Golden Fishery" is a very suitable atmosphere as an interview program." Jin Jiula was actually comforting Han Bin because he felt the corners of his eyes were sore.

What kind of feeling is this? Just listening to Han Bin’s narration, I feel like I feel the full longing.

"Sometimes, I always hope that life can be as bloody as Korean dramas, like Cinderella in Korean dramas, always meets Prince Charming, the plot is laughing all the way, and the ending is always perfect." Han Bin should be joking, but no one thinks his joke is funny. "Because the world I long for is always hoped to be a fairy tale."

"Why?" Jin Guozhen asked.

"Because the childhood I experienced is the scene depicted in "The Fragrance of Chrysanthemums", the two people who met under the tree are mine..." I don't know what happened, but people can't hear the two words clearly, but they clearly hear the next sentence. "And I am one of the two remaining little lives."

In fact, the world everyone longs for is a bloody Korean drama, because real life is really cruel.
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