Chapter 26 Snow (Part 2) (Second Update Seeking Recommendations)

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  "You're always causing trouble wherever you go! Now look what's happened, you've even gotten yourself hurt!"

  In the bright bedroom, Yun'er sat on the bed with her mouth pouted, and the warm air slowly heated by the heater in the corner made the whole room warm. The girl who took off her thick down jacket lifted one leg with rolled up pant legs, and An Junhe scolded her while massaging her ankle.

  The girl's skin was white and delicate, warm to the touch, but at her ankle, a red swelling had formed.

  The girl who was being chased in the park, seeing him coming over, seemed to have found a savior and shouted for help while running towards him, wanting to hide behind him. However, she apparently forgot what kind of weather it was today, suddenly turned around, slipped under her feet, and fell headfirst into the snow pit.

  It goes without saying that what happened next was An Junhe apologizing to the people, then carrying one and pushing another as he took the two girls back home.

  "Is that fatty being stingy again? Got hit by a snowball or something, what's the big deal!" Yun'er pouted, throwing a tantrum.

  "What's wrong with you? Won't you apologize? Why did you turn around and run away? Anyone would think you're doing it on purpose."

  "Hehe!" The girl blushed and stuck out her pink tongue, "I'm used to running away from the company..."

  "Ah..." He looked at her twice, An Junhe let out a displeased sigh and tapped his hand on her forehead.

  The girl shrunk her head and rubbed her forehead hard, shouting: "Ah, I just touched my foot!"

  "Are you still dissatisfied with your own feet? How about this?" He chuckled, ignoring the girl's struggles, and suddenly pinched her cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart. Her beautiful face instantly turned into a comical pancake face, just like a kindergarten child's creation made from plasticine, which was then flattened by a slap.

  The little girl's head shook vigorously: "Let go, or I'll bite you!"

  "Alright!" An Junhe smiled and stuffed his thumb into her widely opened, ferocious-looking mouth.

  "Ugh... Ah-choo, ah-choo... Ah--- you're dead, An Junhe!" The girl, with a red face and spitting out saliva, shrieked as she rushed over with her hands on her hips...

  Yuner, who was clearly at a disadvantage after spraining her ankle and being unable to get up or run away, was soon laughing uncontrollably with An Junhe, holding his arm and gasping for breath, too lazy to move on the bed.

  After a while, An Junhe continued to massage her ankle, the golden medicinal oil was drawn into threads in his palm, and then his hands kept rubbing, gradually turning red. When everything was ready, when both hands covered the swollen area, that instant of scorching heat made the girl's body tremble slightly, a feeling of numbness and pain spread rapidly from where their skin touched.

  She quietly raised her head, bright and moist, like a pair of autumnal bay eyes, staring blankly at him who was gently massaging her with his head down.

  Suddenly thought of Hsiu-Ying's words that day, finding a mature man as a boyfriend doesn't seem like a bad idea after all...

  Yun'er's face turned red as she thought about it, and she couldn't help but giggle. She quickly grabbed the quilt beside her and covered her head with it, looking like a startled little bird.

  An Junhe looked at her strangely, he obviously didn't understand the thoughts of little girls, they always had many fanciful ideas, full of dreams and yearnings, which was a realm that the adult world had long forgotten and could never intervene.

  After a while of massage, seeing the swelling subsiding, An Junhe put down the rolled up pant leg for her and patted Yun'er, who was still covered with a quilt: "You rest for a while, have lunch here, and I'll send you home in the afternoon."

  "Mmm!" came a muffled reply from under the quilt.

  Out of the bedroom, in the living room, Zhixiu was leaning against the window, silently watching the snowy scene outside.

  On his expressionless face, it made him wonder if the smile he saw not long ago was just an illusion. Honestly, when he saw her laughing, his heart was truly filled with joy. From dreams to reality, if calculated entirely, the gap between the last smile and this one spanned several springs.

  Walking up to her, An Junhe gently squatted down, holding her hand. Zhishu turned around, and her eyes, which had just escaped from a daze, were still slightly bewildered. As she looked at him like this, the reflection of his figure in her eyes also seemed faintly blurred.

  Looking at this face that was extremely similar to his, yet softer, An Junhe picked up her hand and pressed it against his cheek. His eyes felt a little sore, as tears accumulated.

  "Brother?" Feeling something, Jishu's fingers fluttered through his thick hair, calling out softly.

  An Junhe took a deep breath, pressed down the urge to burst out, lifted his head and smiled: "It's okay, go play with Yuner in the bedroom for a while, I'll go buy some groceries and make you guys a delicious meal at noon."

  When it comes to eating, Zhī Xiù seemed to think of something and slightly tilted her head, a small arc rising at the corner of her mouth: "Hmm!"

  That faint smile made An Junhe's heart beat violently again, he suppressed the emotions in his heart, pushed his sister into the bedroom, and didn't lean against the door frame until he went out to buy vegetables, when a drop of water slipped from the corner of his eye.

  To many people, laughing seems to be an easy thing, just a brain-generated electrical signal and muscle movement, but they ignore the significance it often represents.

  At certain moments, just such a simple curl of the lips, for those who are expecting and worrying, is the difference between heaven and hell, is the boundary between pain and joy.

  So, after having lunch and playing until the evening, when it was finally time to go home with a lingering sense of reluctance, Ahn Jun-ho, who was carrying Yoon-ah on his back as he prepared to send her off, said to her in all seriousness: "Yoon-ah, thank you!"

  "Huh? What's Ge thanking for?" Yun'er asked drowsily as she lay on his broad back.

  "Many!" An Junhe laughed.

  "Oh? A lot?" Yoon-ah slightly propped up her body, dissatisfied, "Is that all you have to say, just one sentence of thanks?"

  "What do you want?" An Junhe asked as he walked in the snow with a deep and shallow pace.

  "Hmm..."

  Yuner thought about what she wanted, one meal a day? It's a bit disheartening... Always being so good to me? This request is too vague...

  A jumbled mess of thoughts kept popping up in her head, until the two of them boarded the bus, still unable to make sense of it all. She simply stopped thinking about it and wrapped her arms around Ahn Jun-hee's arm, resting her head on it as well. As the car drove along, she gently swayed back and forth, closing her eyes to rest.

  A 15-year-old girl, although already quite big and starting to develop, beginning to enter the stage of adolescence, but in reality her height was still less than 1.6 meters, sitting next to An Junhe who was around 1.85 meters tall, plus having a very pretty yet more childish face, she looked like a young loli. At this time, making an appearance of closing her eyes and resting, the gradually darkening outside light shone in through the window, illuminating her profile with a faint silver glow, just like a sleeping baby under the moonlight, innocent and pure.

  Very cute.

  Across the aisle, an old lady who had boarded at the same time as them looked at Yoon-ah and smiled, asking Ahn Joon-young, "Your sister?"

  "Hehe, yeah! Isn't it cute?"

  A brief conversation entered Yuner's ears, and she slightly furrowed her brow, suddenly deciding what request she should make.

  Almost an hour later, getting off the bus near her home, in the midst of swirling snowflakes, the girl stood with her hands on her hips and said with great momentum: "I've grown up, I'm not a little girl anymore. If you really want to thank me, from now on, treat me like an adult, don't say things like 'cute' again, I hate such childish evaluations!"

  Across from her, An Jun He lazily watched as she lifted her injured foot, standing on one leg with a twisted and awkward posture, and chuckled: "Let's save this conversation for when your foot is better, and you can strike a pose properly, like a teapot."

  He then squatted down, put her on his back, and trudged through the snow with a crunching sound, heading towards the residential area where lights were gradually turning on in each household.

  Under the dim twilight, the wind grew more urgent, and the two figures in the snow gradually disappeared into the distance. Faintly, a girl's protest could be heard: "I'm telling you, really! From now on, when others ask you, don't say 'cute' again. Say 'beautiful', 'pretty', but not 'little sister'..."

  "What's your name?"

  "Hmm... girlfriend?"

  "......Little girl, how old are you? They'll arrest me!"

  "Hmph, I'm not young anymore, I'm really not young anymore!!!"

  The sound slowly faded away, streetlights began to light up, and the dark night's curtain thoroughly covered everything...

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  The heavy snow fell for two days, and it finally stopped slowly. The sky gradually cleared up, but the temperature remained low, cold and severe, especially after clearing up, the south-facing sun shone down its rays, the accumulated snow began to melt, and the damp chill in the air became even more severe.

  At this time of early snowmelt in winter, November 8th, a very ordinary day for many people, but extremely important for the crew, has finally arrived.

  The recording studio in KBS's annex building was bustling with drama crews who couldn't film outdoors due to the snow, focusing on indoor scenes instead. Everyone was rushing around, seemingly no different from usual, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent that whenever they had a spare moment, several people would gather together and engage in heated discussions about something.

  Especially the actors.

  In a corner of the recording studio, Ahn Jun-hee was sitting on the sofa resting and studying the script. Next to him were Lim Soo-jung and others. Some actors were gathered in a farther place, whispering to each other to avoid disturbing them. Jang Keun-suk cast curious glances at them several times, and after a while, he seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer. He approached Ahn Jun-hee: "Brother, what do you think our premiere ratings will be?"

  "It starts at 9 o'clock, just wait a bit and you'll know?" An Junhe flipped through the script with disinterest.

  A calm appearance in contrast with the restless people around him.

  Zhang Genxiao rolled his eyes and said with a pout: "It's no fun if you know beforehand, guess it."

  An Junhe was irritated by his coquettish voice, and he pushed him away. Just as he was about to speak, Xu Zhiying also sat over: "Hey, want to bet on it?"