[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Broken bones for a hundred days.

Song Zechen stayed in the production room completely, and all the time for dancing was freed up due to his limited mobility. Fang Shihe took the opportunity to assign him a lot of homework.

After moving the company last time, Rapline and him were assigned a separate production studio. He deliberately chose the smallest and closest corner Huanhuanxi to settle in. Zheng Haoxi felt sorry for his cramped environment and wanted to change it with him. He rejected it.

Song Zechen likes the feeling that his private space is filled and organized. He moved bookshelves, placed desks, pianos and music equipment. This room is really only suitable for one person. Tian Zhengguo was surprised that Song Zechen could cram so many things into it while complaining. He no longer had the chance to rush through the door, and he didn't dare to be presumptuous in such a small space. It seemed that if one more person turned around casually, it would have irreversible consequences.

But saying so, the door will still be the door.

"Ah Ze, why do you put so many things, you can put them in our room too." Tian Zhengguo sat at the desk and sighed.

"Put things here, our room is bigger, so you can put more things." Song Zechen sat on the piano bench, pressed a few keys at will, and recorded something in the notebook.

"Where do I have so many things?" Tian Zhengguo felt a little guilty. The two of them piled up more and more of their own things in their room. Song Zechen tried every means to clear out space for him.

Song Zechen just laughed and said nothing, Tian Zhengguo hastily added: "I will definitely make a lot of money and change to a bigger room, so that you can pack a lot of things."

"I have made a lot of money, why don't you give yourself a separate room or a separate house?" Song Zechen thought of teasing.

"Oh no, I want to live with you, and your roommate can only be me." Tian Zhengguo explained very seriously.

Amused by the young lady's domineering declaration, Song Zechen stuffed his hands full of candy and said, "Then wait for you to make a lot of money."

Tian Zhengguo peeled off a piece of chocolate and gnawed on it. He motioned to the lunch box on the table with his eyes, and remembered the purpose of his visit this time: "You have to remember to eat it. Brother Shuozhen made the chicken soup, and I helped with the sushi."

If Song Zechen got into the production room, no one would drag him out to eat. Jin Shuozhen recently changed his tricks to make up for this sick man, and specially sent Tian Zhengguo to run errands.

"Okay, I will remember, don't worry."

Song Zechen followed "Mao" again: "Thank you Brother Shuozhen for me, and also thank you Zhengguo for your help."

Tian Zhengguo got the compliment, got up satisfied, and stopped disturbing Song Zechen's work. After walking a few steps, he turned back worriedly: "You have to remember to come back to sleep."

"Okay, okay." Song Zechen agreed with a smile. These days, he fell asleep directly on the table and didn't go back to bed. Tian Zhengguo chanted for a long time.

After eating the boxed lunch, Song Zechen opened the window to ventilate the smell. Like the previous production studio, the windows here can see the scenery in the distance, and the view is open and not blocked by tall buildings. This is one of the reasons why Song Zechen has a soft spot for this place. .

The distant mountains form a turbulent line, ups and downs, Seoul in March is still chilly, the wind outside the window shatters the warmth of the room, Song Zechen rests his arms on the window sill and stares at the remnant snow on the treetops, fingers unconsciously on the window sill Rub the coarse grains of cement.

"Snowstorm," he muttered, pressing his finger on a handful of accumulated snow, causing it to melt into a puddle of water due to the temperature of his fingertips.

"What should I write?" Song Zechen scratched his hair irritably, "The music is already made, why is it so difficult to write lyrics."

"Min Yunqi is really annoying." He came up with this sentence inexplicably, and after scolding in plain language disrespectfully, he felt much more comfortable in his body, and then continued to meditate with his face on his arms, and breathed heavily, blowing out the puddle of water that had turned into flow shape.

He counted the days with his fingers, and bit his lips in distress again as he pulled his hair.

After sitting on a chair for a whole day, Song Zechen got up with difficulty and went outside to get some fresh air.The night was already deep, there were not many stars in the sky, and most of the lights in the buildings were turned off, except for the street lights and corridor lights, it was pitch black everywhere.

Because it is at the very edge, the production studios of Jin Nanjun, Min Yunqi, and Zheng Haoxi are also in the same row as him on this floor. Song Zechen walked along the corridor and knocked on the doors of their studios one by one, just like a bear running from the top to the bottom of the building. After pressing the doorbell of each household as quickly as possible, then stood still in an open space in front of him, waiting for the three people who had stayed up all night in the three rooms to poke their heads out in unison. It's funny.

"Why?" Min Yunqi frowned.

"Is something wrong?" Jin Nanjun wiped his face.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Haoxi rubbed his dry eyes.

"No, I just thought it was fun." Song Zechen succeeded in pranking, smiling.

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"You're still so restless with a broken leg?" Min Yunqi muttered.

"Come out and have a rest, I'll show you my good-looking face for some new inspiration." Song Zechen rubbed his nose. He has become more and more proficient at running trains recently, and he can boast of himself unabashedly.But everyone can't say that he has "hypocrisy", after all, he agrees with this person's appearance in his heart.

Min Yunqi walked out of the room with a cold face: "I'm going to throw up."

"Are you pregnant?" Song Zechen looked worried, "Why do you tell me every day that I want to vomit, you don't want to put the baby on me, do you, I have never done anything."

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Zheng Haoxi squeezed Song Zechen's shoulder with a smile, knowing that Song Zechen must have been stuck in writing songs, and frequent golden sentences when he was irritable were his typical characteristics.

Jin Nanjun greeted them to go together: "Let's go to the practice room and chat."

The four of them sat cross-legged in a circle, looked at each other, and found nothing to talk about when they actually sat down.

"Why don't you buy something to eat?" Song Zechen suggested, although eating supper in the middle of the night is very sinful, but looking at the sallow and emaciated refugees in front of you, it's okay to make an exception once in a while.

Zheng Haoxi got up. Song Zechen, who was supposed to run errands for the youngest, was unable to move, so it was his and Jin Nanjun's turn.

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"Bring a few cans of beer, I want to drink beer." Min Yunqi greeted him.

Here is Min Yunqi who is the oldest, and no one dares to refute his request under the pressure of age, not to mention everyone's addiction has also come up.

When Zheng Haoxi came back, he hurriedly carried a large bag of snacks.

Zheng Haoxi took a can of wine, pulled the tab, and breathed out, he sighed after taking a sip.

A bowl of instant noodles for each person, Song Zechen grabbed a can of beer and was about to open it.

The three said in unison: "You put it down for me."

"I'm already an adult." Song Zechen went his own way, ignored it, pulled off the tab and drank it all in one gulp.

"I'm still growing and drinking less." Jin Nanjun persuasively advised.

"I'm already tall enough, so I don't need to grow any longer." Song Zechen shrugged. He measured his height over 1.8 meters last time. After growing rapidly last year, he spends time every day maintaining the same dance aesthetics as when he was short.

"How is your song writing going?" Jin Nanjun, as the captain, committed an old problem, and he couldn't help but pay attention to his work in his spare time.

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"I'm done." Min Yunqi shrugged.

"I didn't finish writing." Song Zechen held his forehead, he came out for a walk because he was stuck and couldn't get out, "I wrote a bunch of nursery rhymes all night."

"What nursery rhyme?" Min Yunqi asked curiously.

Song Zechen nonsense: "Yun Qi is a cat, meow meow meow meow."

Min Yunqi rolled his eyes.

"The main title "fire" has almost taken shape. The rhythm is very strong. Teacher Sun will definitely make up a very strong dance. What about Zechen's leg?" is worry.

"It's okay, I'll be back in early May, and I can take care of those who will participate in the practice before then." Song Zechen reassured Zheng Haoxi.

"What I'm worried about is whether your legs can bear it." Zheng Haoxi was helpless seeing that Song Zechen understood the meaning to the point where he would be hindered.

"Brother, don't worry." Song Zechen grinned at Zheng Haoxi with a shiny dimple.

"Get well soon." Min Yunqi pouted, "How many activities have you missed?"

When they were running the event, Song Zechen played back the video of their February Idol Sports Meeting at home and took a bunch of black photos of them. That day was the day Song Zechen tweeted the most in history. When the members opened it, there were overwhelming ugly photos of themselves. Each picture is ugly to a new level, but the parties involved can't move, they can only knock down their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs, and endure it.I couldn’t play in the next few performances, sitting in a wheelchair like a mascot, when I should rap, when I should rap, when I should sing, I crazily interact with Ami in the audience, Ami’s eyes are not enough, I don’t know whether to watch the show or should Looked at him, and then directly shouted "Song Zechen, don't interfere with our performance", Song Zechen resentfully gave up.

"Speaking of dancing, when the demo of "fire" came out, I had a premonition that something bad was going to happen." Dance black hole Jin Nanjun covered his face, knowing how difficult this dance would be without even thinking about it.

"Brother Haoxi will help you, don't worry." Song Zechen will definitely not be able to teach Jin Nanjun this time, and he is too busy to take care of himself.

Jin Nanjun refused to look up, he was afraid of his own relatives, and when Zheng Haoxi saw the seriousness of the dance, even the captain was afraid.

The beer was quickly swept away, and the four of them went from the sitting position at the beginning to the decadent appearance slumped on the floor.

"Let's just sleep like this." Jin Nanjun looked at the softly glowing incandescent lamp, and there were small black spots busily hitting the lamp tube.

"No, go back to sleep, I've caught a cold here." Zheng Haoxi said so, while still remaining paralyzed.

Song Zechen barely got up, grabbed the crutches to support himself, and stabbed them one by one with the crutches after standing still: "Brother, get up and go back to sleep."

"Why are you struggling, let's sleep like this together." Min Yunqi turned over after Song Zechen's crutch was touched, like a salted fish turning over automatically in a frying pan.

"No, I promised Zhengguo to go back to sleep." Song Zechen insisted, continuing to harass the three people with his crutches.

Finally, under his perseverance, the three stood up with force.

"I'm really about to fall asleep." Jin Nanjun languished.

"Let's go, let's go home." Song Zechen urged.

When they reached the door of the house, the four of them took off their shoes and made no sound, Song Zechen followed behind with difficulty.

"Zhengguo, why haven't you slept yet?" Min Yunqi's surprised voice sounded low.

"Has Ze not come back?" It was dark, Tian Zhengguo couldn't see how many people were there, and he didn't seem to see Song Zechen, so he asked in frustration. He had been waiting here for a long time.

"I'm here." Song Zechen hurriedly raised his head from behind Jin Nanjun after hearing the young lady's question, with a brisk tone.

In the dim light, Song Zechen's three-dimensional facial features were wrinkled together in a smile, and he could only vaguely see the sparkling light from his eyes and the pearly luster of his white teeth shining with his grin.

Tian Zhengguo greeted him with a smile: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, thinking that you will not come back."

"Didn't they all agree to you?" Song Zechen put his shoulders on his shoulders, his eyes squinted.

"Let's go to bed." Tian Zhengguo happily grabbed Song Zechen and entered the room.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the lonely Min Yoon-ki, Kim Nam-joon, and Jung Ho-seok, who were ignored for the whole time, looked at each other sadly: It's obviously a script by five people, but we can't have names.

It's too miserable, let's go to sleep, good night, I hope there is no such pair of dogs in my dream.