"Brother Jin, my grandfather is seriously ill and has been in the hospital for a week."

This is the news that Zhang Yingye brought to Jin Jingcheng on the phone this time.

Zhang Yingye's grandfather is Zhang Shunhuang, who is the head of the Zhang family and the father of five brothers including Zhang Chengzhen and Zhang Chengyuan.

The old man is nearly 80 years old. He saw Jin Jingcheng once about half a month ago. The old man looked tough, but he didn't expect that the old man was seriously ill and hospitalized a week ago.

Zhang Yingye told Jin Jingcheng that the old man didn't want others to know about the hospitalization this time, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble, but just yesterday, the news that the old man was seriously ill and was hospitalized spread.

Zhang Yingye also told Jin Jingcheng that the old man was in danger this time, and the Cui family was already taking the opportunity to take revenge.

Since Zhang Shilin and Kim Dong-woo got married, the Cui family has been severely suppressed under the alliance between the Zhang family and the Jin family. This time, the head of the Zhang family was seriously ill and was hospitalized in danger of his life, so the Cui family could not bear it.

Kim Jong-sung said on the phone that he would go to Seoul University Hospital to visit the old man this afternoon.

Seoul University Hospital is a well-known star-rated hospital in South Korea, as famous as Samsung Seoul Hospital.

Visiting the old man is just one of them, and the second is to discuss with the Zhang family about dealing with the Cui family.

Jin Jingcheng had long tied himself to the Zhang family and the Jin family, and the Cui family had long held a grudge against him.

After hanging up the phone, Jin Jingcheng became more clear about the fact that MNET banned JJC this time, and realized that this was a matter that was even more serious than his judgment just now.

On the surface, MN-media company banned JJC Entertainment Company.

Deeply speaking, it was CJ Group who was dealing with Jin Jingcheng, Lee Jae-hyun, and Lee Mi-kyung who was dealing with Jin Jingcheng.

In Kim Jong-sung's view, if there were no stronger pushers behind him, Lee Jae-hyun and Lee Mi-kyung would not dare to do such a thing rashly even if they held a grudge against him.

So the fundamental reason came out, that is, the Cui family was manipulating behind the scenes!

Jin Jingcheng knew that the CJ Group and the Cui family had always had a good relationship. I think this time the Cui family was taking revenge on the Zhang family. While the Jin family was also asking the CJ Group to deal with Jin Jingcheng.

Kim Jingcheng is a person who has to repay kindness and revenge. The incident of Lee Jae-hyun's devilishing furnace has already made Kim Jingcheng remember a hatred for Lee Jae-hyun in his heart, thinking that he would revenge multiple times in the future.

Kim Jong-sung has not yet revenge. This time, Lee Jae-hyun and Lee Mi-kyung suddenly became the thug of the Choi family and ran over and punched him.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Jin Jingcheng muttered silently, his expression becoming cold.

Sitting opposite Shen Lan, after discovering Jin Jingcheng's cold expression, sighed silently in her heart: "CJ Group is going to be unlucky."

Based on past experiences and Shen Lan's experience, when Jin Jingcheng shows such a cold look, someone will be unlucky or even in great trouble because of his coldness!

...

Zhang Yingzhan is a photographer who runs a small photography studio in the bustling Gangnam District of Seoul.

Zhang Yingzhan's photography studio is opened next to a white tower.

He has been studying photography for more than 20 years. Zhang Yingzhan’s favorite thing is to take pictures of chrysanthemums. As for the reason, Zhang Yingzhan himself couldn’t explain it clearly, and even didn’t know it. It was because he didn’t know that he always wanted to find a special answer for himself. Unfortunately, he had not been able to give that answer for many years.

As time goes by and with the advancement of photography technology, Zhang Yingzhan is increasingly wondering about the answer. In his own words, it is that if one person does something, at least he must understand the exact reason for doing it. In fact, even Zhang Yingzhan does not understand whether this sentence is right or wrong.

Wu Ping is a wandering artist in Seoul. He is not from Seoul, but has been wandered here, wandering to Gangnam District, and to the edge of Baita. With his love for singing and his persistence in life, Wu Ping insists on living in an extremely difficult dilemma, not only sticking to his own life, but also using his own persistence to support his lover's life.

At noon that day, a group of people gathered beside the White Tower. Such gatherings have lasted for several days, but the gatherings are different.

"How many days has this disabled person been here?"

"Well, it's been about three days, and he's been singing next to the White Tower for three days."

"It's really not easy. Without arms, just singing with your elbow against the microphone, you can sing so charmingly."

This discussion has been going on for several days, but the discussion has different voices.

Wu Ping has long been accustomed to those curious faces and discussions. Since he chose his own path and since God made him lose his arms in his youth, Wu Ping knew that he had to hold these faces and discuss life.

In fact, Wu Ping didn't care about the discussions of these strangers.

It’s not that he doesn’t care at all. Sometimes he can still be hit by some words with great lethality and then feel a sense of bleak heartache. Usually, words that can have such lethality are not directed at Wu Ping, but are usually targeted at another person - Liu Xinyan.

"I heard he has a wife."

"I heard that his wife is deaf and mute and lives in a silent world."

"I heard that he was singing so hard that the money he earned was mainly to support his wife."

Just such discussions, in Wu Ping's ears, are definitely more stimulating than the words directed at Wu Ping himself.

At noon that day, Zhang Yingzhan, who had just finished lunch, came to walk around the White Tower as usual. Unlike usual, the moment Zhang Yingzhan walked out of the photography studio gate today, a familiar and unfamiliar face flashed in his mind. It was because Zhang Yingzhan had seen that face three times and said it was strange because he had only seen that face in the past three days. He didn't know what the owner of that face was named, so naturally he didn't know more background.

The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday, and yesterday. In total, Zhang Yingzhan met the wandering artist three times. In total, three times. Zhang Yingzhan just walked over and looked at it by chance, and did not invest too much attention.

Perhaps because he has been engaged in art for a long time, or because he is too focused on photography, the inertia he has developed for a long time has caused Zhang Yingzhan to hold certain rules about his life, ignore things he should not pay attention to, ignore things he does not want to pay attention to, and ignore things he does not think are meaningful. Zhang Yingzhan has always been very stingy with his limited time and life.

Zhang Yingzhan didn't think it was of much significance to that wandering artist, at least for him.

However, today Zhang Yingzhan suddenly became particularly concerned about the wandering artist.

"Go and have a look, go and have a closer look." Zhang Yingzhan told himself.

Next to the White Tower, there was a special man among the crowds of people. He said that his specialness was mainly reflected in his extraordinary temperament in his expression and the extraordinary light in his pupils. The temperament was the temperament that belongs to the category of art, and the light belongs to the category of art. In other words, this special man is an art. To be precise, this special man is a photographer, and he is Zhang Yingzhan.

On the ground, another special man was sitting upright, with his arms missing, his hair and long beards, and he pressed his elbow against a worn microphone. There was a speaker that was even more worn than the microphone on the left, and a woman on the right. This woman looked a little pretty, but her charming face was not very consistent with her simple clothes. Careful people could also see that the woman's expression was always calm, incredibly calm, like a meditative stone sculpture, staring at the singing man carefully while meditating on her broad and boundless thoughts.

"Are you singing here?" Zhang Yingzhan suddenly walked through the crowd and walked to Wu Ping and asked.

Wu Ping glanced at Zhang Yingzhan, and was still immersed in his hoarse singing.

"Is that your wife?" Zhang Yingzhan asked without restraint.

As I said before, Zhang Yingzhan doesn’t know much about Wu Ping, but today Zhang Yingzhan really wants to take out his stingy time and life, and have a deeper understanding of Wu Ping, a disabled artist who is singing. The identity of the beautiful woman next to Wu Ping was discovered by Zhang Yingzhan with the sensitivity of a photographer.

Didn't get Wu Ping's answer.

Zhang Yingzhan did not think anything was wrong. On the contrary, he realized that he was too reckless and only cared about his curiosity, but forgot that Wu Ping was concentrating on singing.

In Zhang Yingzhan's opinion, both he and the wandering artist in front of him can be considered an art-engaged person. The difference is that he is doing photography, this wandering artist is doing music, he is a genuine photographer, and this wandering artist is a chanter walking on the edge of a singer. Of course, Zhang Yingzhan himself does not care too much about these differences. Art has no boundaries, and art-engaged people often should not have any rigid boundaries.

"It's raining in Hunan Line, on the south train, outside the shaking window, raindrops fall, my tears fall, and my forgotten first love disappears. In the vague memory, the person I met at that time, the silent person, is gradually moving away from me. Even if I won't see you again, don't forget that I once loved you."

"It was raining in Hunan Line, the last train, and the whistle was also chirping sadly. The raindrops fell, my tears fell, and the forgotten first love disappeared. In the vague memory, the person I met at that time, the silent person, gradually drifted away from me. Even if I will never see you again, don't forget that I have loved you, and even if I will never see you again, don't forget that I have loved you."

Wu Ping sang "South Train", a classic old song from South Korea in the 1980s and one of his favorite songs.

After Wu Ping finished singing this song, Zhang Yingzhan saw that the woman sitting next to her stood up with a smile, took out a gray-white towel from the package, wiped the sweat beads from her husband's forehead, and Wu Ping smiled with a chic smile.

A smile of ease, yes, although it is not suitable to be here, Zhang Yingzhan clearly feels that way, so natural and not bound by any life and reality. It is the communication between Wu Ping and Liu Xinyan, the couple, who are heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching.

Liu Xinyan gestured in front of Wu Ping. When Wu Ping saw this, she smiled again and replied with a casual gesture.

"Is he a deaf?" Zhang Yingzhan was guessing in his heart while looking at Wu Ping.

"I'm singing here, she is indeed my wife." This sentence was said by Wu Ping, who was slowly approaching Zhang Yingzhan when he said this.

"So he is not a deaf person. I said, how could a deaf person in this world sing such a hoarse and beautiful song?" Zhang Yingzhan thought quietly, sighing according to the frozen inertia in his mind, and then quietly guessed that if he was not a deaf person, then the gesture just now would definitely mean that his wife was a deaf person. Not only that, the gesture just now would also mean that his wife was a mute. In other words, his wife was a deaf person? A disabled husband, a deaf person wife, is a wandering couple?

"Is your wife a deaf person?" Zhang Yingzhan was not used to talking around the bush, and he asked when he thought of anything.

Wu Ping nodded: "Well, my wife is deaf and mute."

After Wu Ping finished speaking, Zhang Yingzhan realized that his voice was so loud and beautiful, which was in sharp contrast to the hoarseness he sang. If Wu Ping's singing was hoarse and beautiful, hoarseness was like a vast desert, and this desert always gave people the imagination of an oasis from time to time. If Wu Ping's voice was loud and beautiful, loud and loud as a shimmering oasis, and this oasis would bring people the feeling of spring and the warm sunshine.

This is how the conversation between Zhang Yingzhan and Wu Ping began, and there were some chances and chances.

What Zhang Yingzhan didn't know was that Wu Ping had wandered with his wife for so long, from one city to another, but he rarely talked to people. It was not that no one talked to him. There were too many such people. After all, there would never be a lack of people with strong curiosity in this world. The person Wu Ping usually had to meet two conditions, one was the person who was interested in him; the other was the person who was interested in him. Among the two conditions, the second was the person who was more important. The reason why Wu Ping was willing to talk to Zhang Yingzhan was because both of the above conditions were met, and perhaps there was an inexplicable force to pull him.

What power is it? Is it the power of art? It shouldn't be that simple. Zhang Yingzhan thought that although he never doubted the endless power and magic of art, he did not want to make a perfunctory decision in his encounter and knowing Wu Ping. If he had to use the power of art and the induction of the artist to make up for his numbers, he would rather bring up another more ethereal but more convincing word - fate.

Art has endless power, and fate has endless power.

As for the specific process of Zhang Yingzhan and Wu Ping's conversation, it is really simple. There are so many things that they can understand each other's meaning from their respective expressions and give the most accurate answer.

Here, and record their last dialogue here-

"Why do you like shooting chrysanthemums the most?" Wu Ping asked.

"I don't know. After so many years, I have photographed countless chrysanthemums, but I still can't find the answer." Zhang Yingzhan said.

Zhang Yingzhan continued: "Why do you have to wander so hard, while wandering while sticking to your wife and art?"

"I'm better than you, at least I know that I love my art and my wife even more." Wu Ping replied calmly.
Chapter completed!