The high-rise buildings in the center of Seoul are lined up, white-collar workers in bright clothes are shuttled through the streets day and night, luxury fashion items can be seen everywhere on the street, and even the toilets of shopping malls exude a fragrance of money.
But unlike the city center, on these thriving surfaces, there are also some low-rise buildings, the buildings are so cluttered and crowded, you can even shake hands with the residents of the opposite buildings by the windows. The alley was dark and damp, with no sunlight.
This is also commonly known as - the village in the city.
Most of the residents living here are people who come to Seoul City with dreams and struggle, but they have not yet established a firm foothold, so they choose to use it as a temporary base.
It was hot at noon today.
A dark red Maserati stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the residents who came and went couldn't help but look back and looked at it enviously for a while.
At this moment, the car door opened, and a young and beautiful girl stepped out of the car, frowned at the dirty alley.
Passers-by have closed themselves, it is really a scene of male silence and female tears.
The girl walked to the other side, opened the car door, and said in disbelief, "Jennie, are you sure you want to live in this kind of place?"
"Of course." A voice with a smile came from inside, like spring water, refreshing.
Passersby couldn't help raising their chins and looking over there.
The person in the car first handed a large schoolbag out, and then took his legs and got out of the carriage. After a while, everyone held their breath, for fear of disturbing the beauty who appeared in the slum.
The girl is about twenty years old, which is the age between innocent enthusiasm and maturity.
With a fluffy ball head, light makeup, a pair of gray jeans and a loose white shirt, the simple dress does not look ordinary.
I have to admit that a good figure and face, even with a sack, can go directly to the T stage.
In particular, the smile on the girl's face was just right, and she looked at the alley with her eyebrows bent.
The noon sun fell on her goose egg face, the long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, a pair of cat like eyes were agile, the bridge of the nose was high, and the lips were thin and attractive. When laughing, there are also a pair of dimples.
Several boys looked at each other, and invariably saw surprise in each other's eyes, but no one dared to go forward to tease.
They knew that these rich and beautiful women would never be the fish in their pond.
However, this girl doesn't seem to have a sense of distance, and people can't help but want to get closer, just to see her smiling face for a while.
Just when the boys were hesitating, someone had already passed them and took the initiative to say hello.
"Beauty, do you want to see the room?" the charter woman with curly hair shook her palm and asked.
"No, we're already optimistic about the room." Jennie smiled at her and turned to look at Jisoo.
Jisoo opened the trunk.
Jennie stepped forward, and the two of them worked together to lift a snakeskin bag from the inside, which was bulging.
Everyone: "???"
What is this operation?
Jennie looked around and saw a tricycle specializing in pulling goods parked next to him. He ran over and said a few words to the master. The uncle came over happily, picked up the snakeskin bag and threw it into the tricycle: "Girl, Where do you live?"
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