[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The activity of playing songs lasted for a short week. After a few signings, their comeback will end. According to the next arrangement, there will be several months of touring.

Before the tour, the company gave them a few days off to recuperate and move house by the way.

It’s been a long time since we’ve seen a major cleanup. In summer, not every room has air conditioning, and a little exercise will make you sweat profusely.

Although Song Zechen hated this sticky feeling, he still frowned and endured the uncomfortable work.

He and Tian Zhengguo didn't have much of their own things in the room, so the maknae was asked to clean up first, and he came out to help Jin Shuozhen and the others organize the sundries in the kitchen and living room.

"I haven't been so tired for a long time since I had a housekeeping aunt." Min Yunqi sighed while beating his waist.

In the past, the dormitory was like a pig's nest when I cleaned it up. Later, the company couldn't stand it anymore and invited housekeeping aunts to clean it up. They became more and more slack besides tidying up personal belongings.It is a bit overwhelming to work hard all of a sudden.

"It's more tiring than dancing." Jin Nanjun squatted on the ground and tied up garbage bags.

"Who is Seokjin with, are you laughing again?" Zheng Haoxi scratched his ears, Jin Suozhen's laughter was too penetrating.

"Can't this brother laugh like this with anyone?" Jin Nanjun shook his head.

"I heard a crow calling, it should be Park Jimin." Min Yunqi judged.

Zheng Haoxi looked into the kitchen from the living room, and smiled: "Oh? Zechen is with them too."

"Why didn't you hear his voice?"

"Zechen is going to be driven crazy like that."

Even with a hasty glance, Zheng Haoxi saw Song Zechen's exhausted look of being miserable, tortured, and about to faint at any time, which shows how much the two comedians hurt him.

Song Zechen kept his eyes straight and forced himself to filter out the noise pollution from classmates Jin and Park around him. The one with a low laugh and the one who likes to tell uncle jokes really produced a wonderful chemical reaction, and they are both the lead singer line, and they can laugh out loud anytime, anywhere. A duet for Pavarotti's tenor.

He opened his mouth and found that he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak, then he closed it silently and continued to endure. The summer heat made him feel sleepy.

After he tidied up the cupboard, Jin and Park laughed loudly.

After he tidied up the utensils, students Jin and Pu laughed.

After he wiped the bowls and chopsticks, students Jin and Pu screamed strangely.

Song Zechen felt his temples twitch wildly, and just about to turn around, a gust of wind blew towards him, and Jin Shuozhen flew behind him, seeming to jump onto his back out of worry.

"Brother" Song Zechen was interrupted as soon as he finished speaking.

"Zechen! There are flies!"

Song Zechen looked, and Park Jimin stepped back to show him the panorama. There were a lot of fruits in their dormitory, and it was summer, which attracted many fruit flies, buzzing and flying around the fruits.

Park Jimin obviously didn't dare to move, Jin Shuozhen only dared to move Song Zechen now, and he didn't dare to move others.

"Isn't it just a fly?"

"Brother, let go. If you don't let go, how will I clean it up?" Song Zechen wanted to pull Jin Shuozhen down helplessly, but he was worried that he might be hurt by using the wrong force, so he froze there for a while.

"No! You have to protect me!" Jin Shuo said sternly, and shouted at Tian Zhengguo, who was tossing things in the room:

"Zhengguo, Zhengguo, Zhengguo, come here."

Quietly, absolutely silent.

Jin Shuozhen muttered: "Why do you son of a bitch ignore me?"

"Come here, Zhengguo." Song Zechen called out lightly, in stark contrast to Jin Shuozhen's high-pitched voice.

In an instant, Tian Zhengguo's hurried footsteps sounded: "Aze, what's the matter?"

Before Song Zechen could reply, Jin Shuozhen's rap performance started, his neck was stuck, his eyes were round and his face was flushed:

"Tian Zhengguo, you little bastard! I've worked so hard to raise you so big that you don't listen to me. Come here as soon as Zechen calls you. How can I tell you not to come alive? Are you worthy of me?"

Tian Zhengguo turned a deaf ear and picked out his ears, ignoring Jin Shuozhen asking Song Zechen: "What's the matter?"

Song Zechen was tired of the struggle between real and fake youngsters, nuzui signaled him to look at the coffee table: "Go and help you Brother Zhimin, I can't get away here."

Tian Zhengguo glanced at Jin Shuozhen who was still hanging on Song Zechen's body with a strange sloth attitude. There were even his finger marks on Song Zechen's arm.Tian Zhengguo sighed, and gave Song Zechen a look of "You have worked hard".

"Brother, when will you let me go?"

"Wait until the flies are gone."

"Brother, are you tired?"

"A bit."

"Then you come down, okay?"

"not good."

"Brother, are you heavier than before?"

"Don't slander me!"

Jin Suozhen showed the same stickiness as the usual Park Jimin with a steel will of "hold on to the green hills and not let go".

Here Song Zechen and Jin Shuozhen bargained and entangled several times, and suddenly there was the sound of the machine running "Woo--".

Song Zechen hurriedly turned his head, Pu Zhimin bent over with a smile, and knelt down on the ground.

The instigator, Tian Zhengguo, was aiming at the fruit on the table with a vacuum cleaner, and the fruit flies could not escape the fate of being inhaled.

Jin Shuozhen was so shocked by the young lady's hard-core operation that he relaxed his hands, and Song Zechen took the opportunity to break free.

He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, coughed a few times, approached and helped Park Jimin up, observed the situation for a while, and then gave a thumbs up to Tian Zhengguo: "Brother Guo slay."

Quietly grabbed Ueda Zhengguo's arm, and lowered his voice desperately and heartbreakingly: "Brother Guo, save me!"

Tian Zhengguo's rabbit teeth appeared immediately, grabbed Song Zechen's hand with his backhand, and informed Jin Shuozhen: "Our room is confiscated, and I will take Aze back first."

After Song Zechen entered his room, he quickly locked the door, threw himself on the bed impatiently, buried his face in the quilt, and let out a long breath.

"I'm about to break down, brother Shuozhen, why are you so talkative and active today?" Song Zechen's voice was muffled through the quilt.

Tian Zhengguo threw himself at Song Zechen's side with a smile in the same way: "This brother has a talent for being a comedian."

Song Zechen closed his eyes for a few minutes, and he was in a trance for a moment before he came back to his senses. He has no appetite in summer, eats less, the amount of exercise does not match the food intake, and he is more prone to fatigue.

"Oh, by the way, I asked the staff, and he said that there is still no single room in our new home, and there is no way to fight for it for you."

Song Zechen recalled this incident, turned over and faced the ceiling to stay awake.

"It's okay, we just live together." Tian Zhengguo shrugged, thinking that this is pretty good.

"You won't change your roommate this time, will you?" Thinking of this, he might immediately become alert.

"No, I asked. Everyone said to keep it as it is, but you may have to consider changing it if you move in the future."

"Oh——" Tian Zhengguo dragged his tone, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, don't try to separate us next time, Song Zechen and Tian Zhengguo must be locked up.

But he stared at Song Zechen, who was covering his eyes with one hand. This person seemed to have thought of living with Brother Haoxi or Yun Qi before.

Tian Zhengguo grabbed Song Zechen's upturned hair, and Song Zechen slapped his hand off with a chuckle.

"I'll lie down for a while." Song Zechen curled up and closed his eyes.

"Well, don't worry, we will move tomorrow night." Tian Zhengguo exited the room lightly, and he also knew that Song Zechen was practicing in a way of overdrawing his life recently in order to recover and catch up with the dance progress.

Song Zechen felt that he had slept for a long time, so he opened his eyes to check the time.

Coincidentally, he really slept for a long time. From afternoon to late night, Tian Zhengguo was sleeping soundly on the other bed.

He tiptoedly put on his slippers and went to the living room to drink some water. When he reached the door, he stopped and leaned against the wall.

On the sofa in the living room, Jin Shuo was really holding the phone, but his eyes were on the floor, and he blinked his eyelashes occasionally, without any unnecessary movements. The light from the phone screen was imprinted on his face, his eyes were like two glass beads .

"elder brother?"

Jin Shuozhen was awakened by Song Zechen's voice, and raised his head suddenly: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Song Zechen sat beside him.

Jin Shuozhen handed him a water glass: "Moisten your throat, your voice is hoarse."

Song Zechen sipped his mouth and "rubbed" his Adam's apple, he was a little worried that his voice would not be able to hold on to the next tour.

After Jin Shuozhen passed the water, he turned his head and continued to stare at the floor. After a long time, he said dryly: "The company asked me to change my character design."

Song Zechen froze with the water in the water glass, and immediately contacted the abnormal liveliness of this person during the day, and turned to face Jin Shuozhen, but Jin Shuozhen didn't look back.

He "licked" his lower lip, put his hands on his knees, stretched his feet uncomfortably, looking restrained, and then slumped his shoulders after a while: "You know, my personality is not suitable for the team."

Korean group planning more or less needs to establish the personality of idols, and the same is true for the early BTS. Although the teenagers retain their authenticity to the greatest extent, image management is still required, such as the gentleness of Kim Seok-jin who just debuted. The image of a noble son, the company feels that he is more suitable as a big brother to be calm, and also in line with his status as a facade.

But this image actually limits him even more. Quietness means fewer shots. He is not as good as his younger brothers on stage. From his debut to the present, he has no memory of countless comments and messages, and his popularity in the team is at the bottom.

Jin Shuozhen gave a light snort, fine-tuned his direction, and stared straight at Song Zechen, who was turning sideways, without concealing his unwillingness for a moment: "You know, gagman."

He doesn't know what his emotions should be like now?Is there some sadness?Unwillingness is there?Obviously Song Zechen's position is similar to his own, there are overlaps, the same gentle and noble son, the same quiet, why is there such a huge difference in popularity?He has worked hard to keep up with the progress of the dance, but in the eyes of outsiders, he still drags down the team.

Song Zechen's eyes were crystal clear, and Jin Shuozhen only twisted for a moment before returning to its original shape.

God will have the willfulness to favor others.

This is what he has understood since he was a child.

There are outstanding elder brothers in the family, outstanding classmates in the boys' school, and outstanding younger brothers in the team.

As one of them, Song Zechen is innocent, gentle and clean.He tries his best to treat every performance, completes the task in every detail, treats his close ones carefully and tolerantly, even if they are strangers, and maintains enough politeness.

So I shouldn't anger him, I have no right to blame him, even the occasional jealousy should be ashamed.

"I'm sorry." Jin Shuozhen tried his best to calm down, regretting his impulsiveness just now.

Song Zechen scratched the smooth surface of the glass with his fingernails, trying to leave marks. After Jin Shuozhen apologized, he finally stopped the meaningless movements of his hands.

What should he answer?

Is it all right?

He opened his mouth, and the choked throat took a long time to make a sound: "If brother doesn't like me, don't feel guilty. What's the point of life if you are so tired even hating someone?"

"If throwing negative emotions to me can make my brother feel better, then I am very happy."

Song Zechen knew the pressure that Jin Shuozhen was under. No one was born to be optimistic forever. When everyone was depressed, Jin Shuozhen could hold on without breaking out, which showed his gentle temper and patience.

"No, I'm not unhappy, I'm not angry with you." Jin Shuozhen stammered to explain, worried that Song Zechen might misunderstand what he meant.

"My brother and I don't seem to be very close."

"Does a younger brother who is stubborn and doesn't like to play around give you a headache?"

Song Zechen changed the subject and suddenly started another chatterbox.

An old and sophisticated younger brother who was born at the wrong age.

The relationship between Jin Shuozhen and Song Zechen is very subtle, and this subtlety is reflected in the fact that they are not much different in age. Tian Zhengguo grew up playfully on Jin Shuozhen's back, and Song Zechen always watched quietly.Jin Shuozhen freely mixed into the youngster line to play, but Song Zechen didn't have many opportunities to really communicate with him.

"no!"

Jin Shuozhen hastily retorted: "I just think that you don't seem to be very happy to mess around with me?"

When Song Zechen heard this word, he laughed inexplicably. He let out a foul breath in his chest, and sighed, "What?"

The two people who tried to look at each other's eyes guessed wrongly what each other meant.

"I've admired you since the first day I met you, and it's only when I met you that I realized that some things can be so much easier if you don't dig into the corners."

"Brother lives a transparent and calm life, which is much better than a person like me who is calm on the surface and irritable on the inside."

"My brother gave up a lot for our team. Sometimes I think how nice it would be if I were my brother."

Song Zechen hadn't spoken such a long paragraph for a long time, so he paused to organize his words.

"If I were my older brother, I wouldn't need to bear such a big responsibility even though I'm the maknae of the family, think more about myself, and don't need to sacrifice so much. Would we be closer than we are now?"

Jin Shuozhen secretly wiped away the overflowing tears, touched the facial tissue beside him, sucked it away and wrinkled it into a ball.

"Then have you ever thought that you are also the age of the maknae?"

"I always feel that you don't seem to need my concern, and Zhengguo needs me, but Zechen, I can't feel that from you."

"I'm afraid that my concern will be self-defeating. It's meaningless to you, but it will become a kind of showing off."

"We were all scared, and then we became what we are now," Song Zechen muttered in a low voice.

"Actually, I have no problem with the company telling me to change my course. I have worked hard for so long, and it doesn't matter if I try harder."

"I don't want to hold back. I don't want to mention Jin Shuozhen. When someone doesn't remember that he is a member of BTS."

"I'm not very depressed either, hard work always pays off. Are you right, Zechen?"

To the barely audible interrogative sentence at the end.

"Yes." Song Zechen stared at the front for a long time and smiled. There was no one in front of him, but he still smiled nicely.

He could tell that after Jin Shuozhen finished crying, the depression in his heart had dissipated a lot, and he didn't have to worry about the rest. This brother can do it well, just like the countless times he stayed up all night with him in the practice room. This night, this night will also become an insignificant memory, and the bits and pieces will gather into a stream of water to send him a smooth journey.

Song Zechen got up, his previously cold body became warm due to the easing of the atmosphere, he tapped his numb calf with poor blood circulation, and took a few steps slowly to get used to it.

"Ze Chen."

Song Zechen stopped in his tracks.

"I love you."

Jin Shuozhen rubbed his sore nose, and expressed his feelings in relief. He liked this brother very much, admired him, felt sorry for him, and cautiously didn't know how to get close to him, but it became a kind of trouble. It's better to be generous Confidentially.

Song Zechen didn't turn his head, tilted his head slightly, and smiled to himself.

"Then I prefer you."

Song Zechen's voice was clear and cold, hoarseness that hadn't recovered.

God's greatest preference is to give everyone the right to prefer independently, where there is so much equality and impartiality, I like you, and I give more affection than ordinary people, you are different to me.

It doesn't matter if God doesn't love you, then change to a God who loves you, embrace you devoutly, and send you a garland woven with love.

Jin Shuozhen's eyes were red, and he raised his head with tears in his eyes. The man's back was tall and thin, and he seemed to be exactly the same as the one he met when he first entered the house, encompassing all the good things in the world.

"No one is born indispensable, they are all unique by chance."

"elder brother."

"You are my one and only."