Together with the Light [Entertainment]

After returning from Hong Kong, the eight of them rarely lived a less busy life. Apart from going to Japan for a meeting, they practiced in the practice room every day.

After all, the scuffle at the end of the year is about to begin, so they naturally have to prepare early so that the stage will not be repeated.

After returning from Japan, Song Zhiyu lived a leisurely life of grinding coffee beans again. The consequence of being too leisurely was that he drank all the three bags of coffee.

After discovering that Song Zhiyu had no coffee beans to grind, Jin Shuozhen went online and bought a box for Song Zhiyu to take home.

Song Zhiyu didn't know about this, and when the courier came to the door, he signed for the courier in a state of complete confusion.

"Did any of you buy the coffee?"

Song Zhiyu saw the details printed on the courier slip and asked the rest of the family.

"I bought it for you." Jin Shuozhen, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, raised his head when he heard Song Zhiyu's words.

"Bought it for me?"

"Didn't you finish drinking the ones you had before?"

Song Zhiyu subconsciously nodded, "Then why did you buy it for me?"

"What do you care?" Jin Shuozhen continued to play with his phone with his head down, "I'm willing to buy it for you."

......

ill.

Song Zhiyu complained silently in his heart, but he was very happy to drink coffee again, and started his leisurely bourgeois life again.

Jin Shuozhen secretly took a picture of Song Zhiyu relaxing on the balcony. In fact, the reason why he bought coffee was very simple. It was because Song Zhiyu drank coffee very elegantly, and he liked to watch it, so he bought coffee.

But whether this photo should be sent out or not, then we can discuss it later.

Song Zhiyu was sitting on the single sofa on the balcony and having a leisurely afternoon tea time, with the video of their practice room on the iPad next to him, suddenly there was a "boom" in the room, followed by the members chatting The voice of eight tongues.

"what happened?"

Song Zhiyu immediately went out to check the situation. As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw a group of people a few meters away. There seemed to be a person lying on the ground. Judging by the color of his hair, he seemed to be Min Yunqi.

"Brother Yunqi fell down."

"How many times have I told you to wear slippers in the shower..."

"Don't say that now, did you call an ambulance?"

"Brother Yunqi can move now?"

"I called, and I also called Brother Haofan."

"There's still so much blood..."

"Then what should we do now? Do you want to help Brother Yunqi up?"

Min Yunqi was very speechless, and after a while, he felt that he could move freely, "This is a skin injury, not a muscle injury, I can get up by myself."

It's just that when he got up, his footsteps were a little vain, and Tian Zhengguo helped him up.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhiyu's expression gradually froze, isn't it, there are still so many stages...

Song Haofan came up quickly, and the ambulance came soon after. Min Yunqi still felt that the ambulance was a bit exaggerated, but after thinking about his state at that time, it would be abnormal not to call an ambulance...

Fearing that there would be some accidents due to too many people, Song Haofan took Min Yunqi alone and left. The others waited at home for more than three hours before Min Yunqi came back. When he came back, the wound under the ear was wrapped like a bomb.

Song Haofan sighed: "Yun Qi can't go on stage with you anymore."

Min Yunqi was also very depressed, "Oh, it seems that there is no fate."

When Song Haofan heard what he said, he comforted him instead, "Okay, don't think too much about it, just take a good rest these few days."

Min Yunqi nodded, and Song Haofan told them a bunch of safety precautions for the dormitory, so he left uneasy.

After he left, Min Yunqi raised his bright smile again: "Great, I don't need to practice dancing."

other people:? ? ?

no?Did you really go to Sichuan to learn how to change your face?

After the end of the MBC Ballad Festival, the eight people ushered in a short rest, and Min Yunqi's ears were almost recovered. Song Zhiyu took the time to go back home, had dinner with Song's father and Song's mother, and then went to his elder brother's house. Look at the little nephew he has never met.

His little nephew can already sit, and Song Zhiyu's elder brother took out the Ferrari that Song Zhiyu bought earlier. The car also had a pole that could be pushed behind, so the two of them took a small pile of it together. The cub is out.

"Brother, how does it feel to be a father?"

Song Zhiyu looked at the limp little nephew sitting obediently in the car, and asked Song Zhixian curiously.

"It's... quite complicated." Song Zhixian pushed the car slowly, looking at his curious son, his heart was so soft, "I used to hate children very much, but after having him , I think children are cute."

"Then this is a feeling that only you, brother, can feel. I still have a headache looking at children now."

"Just wait until you have a baby."

"Let's talk about it then."

"That's right, you're still a child after all."

The two were chatting and taking a walk. As they walked, Song Zhiyu suddenly felt that something was wrong with his surroundings, so he stopped and walked towards the grass next to him.

According to his intuition as an artist who has debuted for four years, he felt that there was a camera nearby. Sure enough, he saw a squatting reporter near the bushes within a few steps.

"Excuse me... what are you doing here?"

When the reporter saw Song Zhiyu approaching, he was shocked and subconsciously stood up. The camera in his hand just fell off, and the lens was directly broken.

Song Zhiyu looked at the logo of the news agency on the lens cover of the glasses, secretly memorized it, and then looked at the reporter, "I'm sorry to scare you, but you are here, are you taking pictures of my elder brother?"

"You... big brother?" The reporter looked at Song Zhiyu, then at Song Zhixian in the distance, "Are you brothers?"

Song Zhiyu nodded, Song Zhixian had already pushed the toy car over, "What's wrong?"

"President Song, I apologize to you. As you know, it's not stable recently. Everyone wants to find out some big news about the chaebol. I didn't mean to disturb you today. I'm really sorry, so I'll leave first."

When the reporter saw Song Zhixian approaching, he hurriedly picked up the camera and ran away while apologizing.

"Brother, from the xx news agency, I'll buy him a new camera tomorrow, please find someone to deliver it to me."

Song Zhixian nodded, and the two continued to walk.

Ten minutes later, the child suddenly started crying, and the two of them immediately became flustered. Song Zhixian hugged the child and coaxed him, and Song Zhiyu pushed the cart behind him.

After returning home, Song Zhiyu's sister-in-law had cooked a table of meals with her own hands. Although she was not hungry, Song Zhiyu also sat down and ate a bowl of rice. Just when she was about to wash the dishes, Song Haofan called.

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at my brother's house."

"Ah, haven't you forgotten your afternoon schedule? Shall I pick you up now?"

"Is it time already? Sorry, I'll send you the address now."

Song Zhiyu sent a location to Song Haofan, and then started to wash the dishes against the clock, and finally finished the dishes before Song Haofan came.

Although there are servants at home, since his sister-in-law cooks for herself, he should wash the dishes himself.

After washing the dishes, Song Zhiyu lay paralyzed on the sofa for a few minutes, and Song Haofan called him to let him out. After saying goodbye to Song Zhixian and his sister-in-law, Song Zhiyu returned to the familiar nanny car.

As soon as he entered the car door, Song Zhiyu confessed to Song Haofan: "Brother, I was photographed today."

Song Haofan was surprised: "Huh?"

"That person should have come to squat my brother, but he met me by chance, and he dropped his camera, but I didn't ask for his memory card..."

"It's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of shooting, you and your brother, what are you afraid of?"

"I also lost him a camera, I believe he understands what I mean."

"Don't worry, it's fine." Song Haofan also persuaded Song Zhiyu to relax, and directly chatted about the itinerary to go, "How is your preparation for the project you cooperate with Line?"

"I've figured it out! Brother, what do you think of the bread?"

Song Haofan: "???"

"Where's the macaron? Where's the donut?"

Song Haofan: "???"

After hearing this, Pu Zhixuan in the back row hesitated: "Brother? Aren't we going to design cartoon characters?"

"Yeah! Can't you eat cartoons?"

Kim Tae-joo was also a little puzzled: "Then how do we build a storyline with our characters?"

Min Yunqi: "It's very simple, we ate him."

......

Song Zhiyu curled his lips, "You guys are engaging in species discrimination!"

Although he said so, Song Zhiyu obediently gave up the bread macarons and donuts when drawing characters, but what to draw was really a problem.

Dogs were drawn by Park Ji-jun, rabbits were drawn by Tian Zhengguo, even horses, sheep and koalas were drawn, and even aliens were created, and the sheep head drawn by Jin Shuozhen is quite cute.... ..

Song Zhiyu's brain was running fast, and finally found an animal that no one had drawn - a pig.

And he vaguely remembers that because of the pronunciation of his Chinese name, Chinese fans have been calling him Song Juju...

After having a goal, everything becomes easier. After all, pigs are easy to draw, and for this kind of cooperation, they only need to submit a draft, and leave the rest to professionals.

Today's itinerary is to draw a draft, and they can leave after drawing, but there is still a camera shooting beside them. After the cooperation project is announced, these tidbits will be announced together, so Jin Nanjun organized everyone to introduce their respective designs idea.

According to the seating order, Song Zhiyu was the first to be introduced. He looked at his drawing book with a slightly stiff smile, "I drew... a pig."

other people:? ? ?

"Look at this pig, it's pink, how cute it is!"

Jin Nanjun's expression is a bit subtle, this pig is really cute, but...

"Brother, why did you draw a pig?"

"Because it's cute!" Song Zhiyu said, "And the nickname given to me by fans is Ju, you see, this is when it is sleeping, this is when it is angry, this is..."

Min Yunqi squinted his nearsighted eyes, "What is this little square?"

"This is when it is sliced ​​into pork belly and is about to be grilled!"

Everyone: ? ? ?

The author has something to say: Min Yoongi: I cried, I pretended

感谢在2020-08-1315:30:53~2020-08-1415:35:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 An Shuu;

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