Jin Minzhi waved at the stairs: "Let's go, I'll take you to the cafeteria."

"Sister Minzhi, I'm going out to have lunch with my parents at noon." Ouyangguang said excitedly.

Kim Min-ji said, "Oh," and said, "Go quickly, and meet me on the third floor of the trainee office before 2pm."

The moment I stepped out of the revolving door, the heat wave wrapped in car exhaust hit me in the face.

At the door of the Korean classroom, Min-joo handed him a piece of fruit candy, still holding it in her palm. The candy wrapper was softened by her body temperature, and the Lotte Bear pattern was blurred at the edges. He peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth. It tasted like orange and was very sweet.

Ouyangguang raised his hand to shield his eyes and saw his parents parked their car under the ginkgo tree at the corner of the street. His mother was leaning forward to look at the company's door, and when she saw him coming out, she immediately opened the car door and came to greet him.

"Son!" The mother came running up to him, her light blue dress fluttering gently in the hot wind. She reached out to touch her son's hair, but stopped in mid-air. "Blond hair looks great, but..."

Dad got out of the driver's seat, patted him on the shoulder, and without saying anything extra, just pointed at the car and said, "Let's go eat first. The ginseng chicken soup restaurant is nearby."

"How is the adaptation?"

"Not bad." Ouyangguang took the parasol handed to him by his mother, which still carried the scent of jasmine from her handbag. He remembered Park Junhao's words "I hope you can hold on for more than three months", and finally just said softly: "The teachers are all good."

The ginseng chicken soup restaurant is hidden deep in an alley. The air-conditioning is turned on very high. The restaurant is dimly lit, and traditional Korean folk paintings are hung on the walls.

Mom served the ginseng chicken soup, and the porcelain spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the bowl: Mom ordered the most expensive free-range chicken set meal. When the casserole was served, the rich ginseng aroma immediately filled the small private room.

"I know you may not like to drink it, but it's for nourishing the body, don't get tired." Peng Xiuhuan gently stirred the golden soup base with a spoon, "H country ginseng stewed with local chicken, to replenish your energy, you must eat well on your first day of class. I heard that H country trainees..." She suddenly stopped talking, her hands shaking slightly as she scooped the soup.

Ouyang Guang took the bowl of soup, and the scalding hot bowl wall burned his fingertips.

The chicken was stewed till very tender, with a layer of golden oil floating on the surface of the soup. Ouyang Guang drank it in small sips, but he could not taste anything on his tongue.

In fact, he didn't like this kind of greasy soup since he was a child, he always felt sick. He hated the soft and mushy chicken even more, especially the kind that was stewed to the bone, which always reminded him of the Chinese medicine he drank when he was a child.

But at this moment, seeing my mother's expectant eyes, I still picked out the bowl of chicken and ate it slowly. I sipped the chicken soup in small sips, letting the heat flow from my throat to my stomach.

His mother, watching from the opposite side, smiled and added another spoonful of red dates to his bowl: "Remember to drink milk every day. I put skim milk in the suitcase for you..."

“Is there a washing machine in the dormitory?”

"Is the teacher fierce? Is the Korean class difficult?" the mother asked naggingly, "If you can't keep up, be sure to tell the teacher, don't just push yourself."

"It's okay, not difficult." Ouyang Guang put down the spoon.

Dad put a piece of tofu into his bowl and said, "There are many rules in the company, so be careful. Don't be too cold when dealing with people, okay?" He paused and added, "But don't talk nonsense."

"I've read the contract carefully," Dad suddenly spoke in a low voice, "If you don't make your debut within three years, you can terminate the contract unconditionally." He took out an envelope from his suit pocket, "This is Lawyer Wang's contact information. If you have any questions..."

"Zhenhua," Peng Xiuhuan interrupted softly, "let the child have a good meal."

The table suddenly became quiet, with only the occasional crisp sound of the spoon hitting the wall of the bowl. Ouyang Guang stared at the wolfberries floating in the casserole, and thought of the class schedule that Jin Minzhi showed him in the morning - from six in the morning to eleven at night, it was packed like an airtight net.

"Dad, Mom," he suddenly put down his chopsticks, "I will be good."

The meal lasted nearly an hour. Mom was talking most of the time, Dad occasionally interjected, and Ouyangguang was listening most of the time.

On the taxi ride back to the company, Mom held his hand the whole time. That hand was much rougher than she remembered, with calluses on the palm and fingertips. Dad sat in the passenger seat, and the rearview mirror reflected his tense jawline.

The time of parting is always hasty. His mother held him in the car with tears in her eyes and repeatedly reminded him, "Eat well, don't be picky," "Call me if you have anything," "Don't practice too late at night, take care of yourself, don't worry about home." Ouyang Guang nodded softly, his throat a little tight.

When the car stopped in front of the SM building, Dad suddenly turned around and patted him on the shoulder. He didn't say anything, but the warmth from his palm made his shoulders feel heavy through his T-shirt.

He stuffed another bank card into Ouyangguang's hand.

"The password is your birthday." Was all he said.

Ouyangguang stood at the company gate, watching the taxi slowly drive away. The edge of the bank card hurt his palm, and he suddenly remembered that when he fell down while learning to ride a bicycle as a child, his father did the same thing, standing a few steps away and never coming forward to help him.

The phone in his pocket vibrated. It was a text message from Chen Zheng: "How's A Guang? Does the SM building look like a palace?" He didn't reply. He put the phone back in his pocket and pushed open the revolving door of the SM building.

The trainee department office is on the third floor. Kim Min-ji was checking her class schedule on the computer. When she saw him come in, she took off her glasses and rubbed her brows: "Are you back? Have you finished eating with 㫅齂?"

"Well, Sister Minzhi brought you some ginseng chicken soup. Thank you for accompanying me today." Ouyangguang walked in and said in a low voice.

His voice is like a cup of warm honey milk - when it is low, it has a gentle, magnetic and granular feeling, like the ending note of a cello gently rubbing the eardrum; when he speaks gently, it reveals the clarity of youth, like the morning light shining through the glass window, so clean that it makes people's hearts soften.

Jin Minzhi was stunned for a moment, then took the bucket of warm water. "Give me water?" She had a flash of surprise in her eyes, "Guangxi is so touching, thinking of me when going out to eat."

"My parents and I are very grateful to sister Minzhi. We will trouble sister Minzhi to take care of me in the future." Ouyang Guang lowered his eyes and said to Jin Minzhi very seriously.

There was also a hint of hoarseness in the voice, like an old tape blown by the wind, with a little bit of immaturity, which made it seem more real and seductive.

"Wow! What a great success! It's really hard not to like this child! Little sunshine xi," Kim Min-ji exclaimed.

"Luna~, it's Ouyangguang, not Ouyangguang." Ouyangguang blushed a little and couldn't help touching the earring on her right earlobe.