[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen didn't know how far and how long he had traveled. After regaining consciousness, he realized the unfamiliar environment around him. After wandering around without direction, he found a road and stopped a taxi to report the address of his new home.

He closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car. The long crying made his eyes sensitive, and when the night wind blew, tears overflowed unconsciously, so he simply closed his eyes and rested.

The driver I met today was surprisingly chatty.

As soon as Song Zechen got into the car, the driver whistled and exclaimed, "The young man is so handsome."

Song Zechen didn't bother to pay attention, and closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but the driver didn't flinch, and he talked about stand-up comics with great interest, from the coastal scenery to the century-old history.

Song Zechen opened his eyes unbearably after the driver introduced another bridge he passed by.

The driver laughed heartily: "Hey! Wake up!"

"Ah."

"Young man, don't be so cold. It's boring to make people strange like an iceberg."

Song Zechen squinted: "You don't look boring."

"That's because you met me, and the average driver would not be frozen to death by you." The driver was also cheeky, "But does the little girl like the cold now? What did my daughter say to me last time?" ?”

"That's right! The iceberg beauty!" The driver became even more excited after seeing Song Zechen's response.

Song Zechen twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly in reply.

There is surveillance ahead, the driver focused on the road ahead, and greeted after a while: "Hey? Why are you unhappy, young man?"

Song Zechen looked at the busy traffic outside the car window, unable to maintain politeness.

The driver didn't mind either, and he said on his own, "I've been driving for so many years, and I've taken many passengers just like you. My eyes are as red as rabbits, but the expression on my face is not as fierce as yours, and it's not as good-looking as yours. nice."

"Of course that's not the point." He laughed.

"Some of them are because of broken love, some because of family accidents, some because of setbacks in their careers, and some because of bankruptcy. Which one are you?"

Song Zechen felt like pouring cold water on him, and threw out a sentence: "There are all of them."

"Ouch." The driver raised his voice, "That's really hard to see, no wonder you're crying like this."

"Then it seems I need to talk more."

"Breakdown, there is no grass in the end of the world. If you are young, who knows that the people you will meet in the future will definitely be better; since your family has an accident, hurry up and accompany them. My daughter taught me a word called "bottoming out" ", it will always be fine."

"bankrupt"

"I don't have the money to make me bankrupt, so I don't have much experience, but you are a good-looking person, I think you will only have more money in the future."

Song Zechen put his head against the car window: "Your adjectives are really lacking, and you can only use good words."

"I don't read many books, so I feel that any beautiful words are not as sincere as good words."

"Have you experienced everything except bankruptcy?" Song Zechen noticed the driver's unfinished intentions.

"Yeah, I used to be a chef. After I lost my job, my wife ran away with someone, leaving me, my daughter, my mother, and a kitchen knife. At that time, I even wanted to "suicide" with the kitchen knife."

"What then?"

"Later, how can there be so much hypocrisy in life, I still have people to support."

"I scraped together and became a taxi driver. I chatted with passengers every day. When I met successful people, I drank chicken soup. When I met unsuccessful people, I compared the best and the worst. I found that the days passed by." The driver chuckled.

"But it's my mother and my daughter who supported me. You look excellent. I'm sure many people like it, and I can use them to get through."

"I'm just afraid of disappointing their love."

"That's even simpler. Young people these days just don't have the brains to make love into a dead end. There are so many burdens in love and love. If people are willing to give it to you, you will accept it. What people like is not the way you are in a dead end."

"Really?" Song Zechen's face was still tense and difficult to relax, he rubbed his face and coughed a few times.

"Of course, the luckiest thing in this life is that someone is with you. Don't be fooled by small mistakes."

Song Zechen coughed out a long stream of breath and stopped talking. The driver introduced the history of the building until the destination.

He got out of the car and took out his wallet: "Thank you, how much?"

"I won't charge you anymore, I hope I won't meet you again next time." The driver smiled and rolled up the window and started the accelerator.

Song Zechen grabbed his wallet and shook his head with a smile, watching the car go away.

He dragged his heavy feet to find the key. He had seen the layout of the new home a long time ago, and walked to his and Tian Zhengguo's room familiarly, and lay down on the bed.

After a while, Tian Zhengguo's warm breath approached behind him, and he froze for a moment and ignored it. Tian Zhengguo's hand was on his waist, and they embraced in a disguised gesture that was not close.

Song Zechen knew that Tian Zhengguo was awake, but he didn't expose it or refuse. He was so tired that he had no time to care about him, and he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Tian Zhengguo turned off the flickering night light beside the bed, and the light disappeared like a short sigh.

In fact, everyone knows what happened to Song Zechen, but Song Zechen restrained his temper completely, and lived, practiced and smiled every day as if nothing had happened, but he poured pots of coffee into his stomach, and the lights in the production room stayed on all night Light up, demanding yourself in a way that can be called mean.

No one can do anything for a person who refuses to show his timidity, and comfort may be counterproductive.

The morning when everyone gathers for breakfast.

Kim Nam Joon brought a calendar and planned to use the breakfast time to share the upcoming itinerary with the members.

"The next comeback will probably be in October, and the blank period during this period will be concentrated in July and August, and we will focus on running the tour."

His complexion was very bad. After finishing this paragraph, there was a long period of blankness. He frowned and then spoke in a puzzled tone:

"Why did I draw a long series of lines here from the end of May to the beginning of June, what's the matter?"

"Did I accidentally draw it?"

"At the end of May, Guo'er will be filming the variety show "Travel Over Flowers"."

Song Zechen was wearing a white shirt, with pale eyes.

"Oh yes!" Jin Nanjun patted his head in a sudden realization.

"In addition to the concert in July, I still circled one day, July 7st, but what else can I do other than the concert. The members don't have variety shows anymore?" Jin Nanjun asked dryly, scratching his head and drooping the corners of his mouth.After a while, I forced myself to smile again, but the smile trembled like a pasted window paper that would fall off at any time.

"We are going to China in July, and July 7st is the day to meet the Chinese teacher."

Song Zechen finished stirring the coffee slowly, and the pure brown liquid exuded a bitter and mellow aroma, which was smoked and penetrated into people's lungs.

Kim Tae-joon and Park Jimin put down the sandwiches in their hands, looked at each other tacitly, and caught sight of the sad-faced Kim Nam-joon and the quiet Song Ze-chen, and the atmosphere seemed wrong.

Tian Zhengguo swallowed his mouth full of food with his round eyes open, and lowered his eyes quietly, not daring to take another bite. The long-term relationship made him keenly aware of the sharp iceberg under Song Zechen's calm water.

"October 10? It's October. Is it the date of our return? But Fang pdnim didn't say the specific date?"

Jin Nanjun's voice became smaller and smaller, and his shoulders slowly slumped.He tried his best to mobilize the memory in his mind, but found that there was only a mess of abstract lines in his mind.

"elder brother."

Song Zechen put down the coffee gently, and the crisp volume was controlled just right, not abrupt but enough to make people alert, and even the voice was well-measured, coldly questioning.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Everyone desperately looked down at the food on the plate, not daring to breathe.They had never seen Song Zechen speak like this, even when he was chatting with Min Yunqi, he was smiling, instead of asking a slightly mocking question like now, and throwing out a sentence that could be called a crime.

Min Yunqi continued to eat as if he stayed out of the matter, as if separated from everyone by a wall of glass, he quickly raised his eyes to glance at Song Zechen and Jin Nanjun, and then quietly retracted them.

Jin Suozhen and Zheng Haoxi, who were the only two who could stand the field, understood Song Zechen's anger. As the captain, Jin Nanjun couldn't take responsibility decently, and seemed to be the first to collapse. Unless someone cue him, he would cower in the corner .If this continues, they are also worried that he will collapse in front of the camera.

Zheng Haoxi said haha: "I almost forgot when it comes to Chinese, this time I must be in charge of Chinese."

Kim Tae-joo stuttered and recalled the Chinese that he had memorized before: "Hi everyone, I am v, I am 20 years old this year"

Tian Zhengguo seemed to be grasping at straws: "Hello everyone, I am the youngest Zhengguo"

All of a sudden, the chatter was full of chickens and ducks speaking Chinese with various accents, Song Zechen still straightened his back, and his face was indifferent like a business elite in the office.

Jin Nanjun bowed his head for a long time, then stood up suddenly, the chair and the floor rubbed against each other making a sharp and piercing noise.

"Sorry, I'm going to wash my face."

Jin Shuozhen heard a helpless sigh in his heart, and greeted the children who were making eye contact with each other: "Let's go away."

Min Yoon-ki stood up first, Park Jimin pulled Kim Tae-joo and quietly left the table, Jung Ho-seok patted Song Zechen on the shoulder and pulled away the youngest who was frightened by the tense atmosphere, Kim Suk-jin finished cleaning up the rest of the mess, and gently let go in front of Song Zechen. A creamer ball.

Song Zechen swallowed the last mouthful of coffee and blinked his dry eyes.Tear off the creamer ball and pour it directly into your mouth, a nauseating feeling of being so sweet and greasy arises spontaneously.

After dinner, Song Zechen locked himself in the production room. At one o'clock in the morning, he found out the clothes he brought specially and went to the company's humanized small bathroom for trainees to take a shower.

The noisy cicadas in the evening disappeared completely in the middle of the night. It didn't matter if they disappeared, Song Zechen hated such a restless atmosphere.The wind was hot, but fortunately, he felt much more relaxed after taking a shower, which made him reluctantly accept the unpleasant wind.

He walked through the long silence along the dim lights of the corridor, passing Zheng Haoxi's studio one by one, and the next one should be Kim Namjoon's.

Song Zechen stopped in his tracks, because the door was wide open, and the master opened it for ventilation to give him a chance to peek.

Jin Nanjun was wearing a pair of glasses, without the emphasis of stage makeup. Song Zechen suddenly realized that he was just a boy in his early twenties. Regardless of his identity as the captain of the BTS, he was his fourth brother. Steady fourth.

It's his wise, funny and goofy older brother.

The man didn't sit on a sofa or a chair, he just sat on the ground with a pile of paper balls scattered around, presumably they were all waste manuscripts.

Jin Nanjun irritatedly tore off another piece of paper, kneaded it into a ball and threw it out. He covered his face with his hands and fell silent, his chest rose and fell, and his breathing was heavy and rapid, but soon he rubbed his nose, took a deep breath and deliberately slowed down. .

He has a small problem with his nose, which is why he used to snore so loudly. He bought a ventilator to get better.

Sometimes he always wonders, like a smile, what is the meaning of his own existence, which requires effort to restrain himself from catering to everyone.

"I decided to die early alone."

After Song Zechen discovered his unconscious confession in the variety show, the younger brother was so worried that he followed him every step for several days to enlighten him.

But now, even Song Zechen must be disappointed with his performance.

There was a faint shadow in the corner of the eye, Jin Nanjun suddenly raised his head and looked out of the door, the portrait that was flashing in his mind just now was standing outside the door.

Song Zechen had a black t-shirt and black trousers, his hair had not returned and was dyed back to black, and his body was wet with moisture after taking a shower, and he stood there for some time.

He hurriedly got up and walked out the door, feeling that he looked very embarrassed, and quickly wiped the sweat from his face with the corner of his clothes.

"Zechen."

Song Zechen was as silent as during the day, but with gentle and sad eyes, he stepped forward and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Jin Nanjun hugged back tentatively.

Summer is not for hugs.

It is always difficult to avoid slight stickiness when the skin is in contact, and there may be a salty smell of sweat. It is not known whether the two hot temperature bodies will burn each other if they stay for too long.

The sound of each other's gentle breathing is heard by the two of them, like two small burning planets meeting by chance, and the hot wailing in their chests is not intended to be heard by each other.

"I remembered. We made an appointment to go to the Han River to watch the fireworks show together on October 10."

Jin Nanjun talked dullly about the unpleasant memories of the morning, he looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, and finally woke up the promise he had made with Song Zechen.

"Hmm." Song Zechen said from his nasal cavity.

"I've memorized all the days well." Jin Nanjun felt empty in his heart, and the suppressed dissatisfaction suddenly erupted at this moment because of this person. He carefully suppressed it so that it wouldn't burst out, but it still leaked out continuously.

His eyes were so dry that he wanted to "rub" with his hands, but he felt that such a hug opportunity was too rare and he didn't want to miss it, so he gave up.

"En." Song Zechen still responded simply, his profile was Jin Nanjun's hairy head.

The sound of cicadas came from nowhere, and Song Zechen no longer disliked the noise that its short eyes spoiled the atmosphere. He closed his eyes and whispered softly, humming a small tune:

"Baby bear is very cute, growing up day by day."

Jin Nanjun was stunned, this was the last sentence of the nursery rhyme "Three Little Bears" that he often heard when he was young.

He buried Song Zechen's shoulders, covered his eyes, laughed loudly and said, "I'm sweating, let me wipe it off."

Then wipe the spilled liquid indiscriminately.

It doesn't matter whether it's sweat on the forehead or eyes, but Zechen, growing up is really tiring.