[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Big Hit Wannian's public relations department, which doesn't care about anything, is still very strong at such a moment, and will work overtime as fast as possible to make an announcement.

A leaflet was sent directly to the rumor-monger, and he was sued in court.Unlike idols who were praised for their unconditional tolerance of black fans back then, in fact, the public's tolerance for anti is getting lower and lower. Big Hit's approach has not received too much criticism, but has been praised and gratified.One of the main reasons is probably that Seoul National University has come forward to clarify, and everyone still gives face to the highest capital of the whole school.

As for the most insignificant love issue, after the students of Song Zechen High School stood up, it was self-defeating.

In cyberspace, this matter has returned to the situation of hello, me, hello, everyone, but a bunch of afterthoughts have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, saying, "I knew it when you scolded him. How can this kid be so upright? people who do things" and so on.

Song Zechen didn't pay much attention to it. After receiving the excited notice, he lazily raised his eyes and gave a "hmm" before continuing to devote himself to his own affairs.

Sometimes Fang Shihe would sigh secretly when he saw Song Zechen's calmer and quieter appearance than before, no matter how much time whitewashes everything, it can't erase the marks.Especially when the veil was torn off bloody, a large part of the people who besieged Song Zechen were fans who clamored to take off their fans and step on them, who didn't want to be called fans.Song Zechen may be able to turn a blind eye to this, but what pricks his heart the most is the indiscriminate disaster suffered by the fans who persisted hard and another shadow cast by the team.

This child has the gentleness of a person who wants to put everything in his heart as much as possible, but forgets that the cruelty of reality cannot be resisted by one person.

Song Zechen is more and more frequently staying alone or getting along with the rapperline. As a member of the youngest line, he has no interest in joining the youngest line.

He and Jin Nanjun were practicing calligraphy on a piece of paper, and one person wrote "be happy" the most; while the other wrote "loveyourself" silently in the lyrics book, which is more like admonition than comfort.

Two tired faces gathered together, each holding a pillow, occupying a corner, "Friends" was playing on the TV, busy with funny as the background sound.Song Zechen only memorized one line: "weletotherealworld, itsucks, butyouaregonnaloveit"

He was fascinated by the laughter and cursing on the screen, retracted his gaze and sank into the small world.

When he was with Min Yoon-ki, it was another scene. If he and Kim Nam-joon could feel each other's dependence, then Min Yoon-ki completely regarded him as an empty wall and a background board. When Song Zechen was in a daze thinking about the lyrics and just happened to face Min Yunqi's direction, that person couldn't help but stare at him and turn his head away from him.While Song Zechen was funny, he also felt slightly sour.

Instead, the closest person became Zheng Haoxi, they were shoulder to shoulder, head to head, just like those days before their debut, they accompanied each other harmoniously.

But today Song Zechen abnormally returned to the room first.

When Tian Zhengguo entered the door, he was stunned at first, and then pleasantly surprised: "Aze, what's the matter with you?"

"You're going to record a variety show tomorrow, and I'll pack your luggage with you." Song Zechen dug out the medical kit and other emergency items early and waited to stuff them into the young lady's luggage.

"Oh, I thought..." Tian Zhengguo swallowed his words before he finished speaking, obediently took out the luggage bag.

Only one light was turned on in the room. Song Zechen and Tian Zhengguo were kneeling on the ground. Under the reflection of the light, Tian Zhengguo found that Song Zechen seemed to have completely lost his childishness.

Tian Zhengguo felt a distant feeling.

Song Zechen happened to raise his eyes: "Do you want to bring some more ointment, in case it feels uncomfortable, you twisted your waist while dancing a while ago."

As he spoke, he forced a small gap in the packed luggage to stuff a few pieces of ointment, smiled and shook his head: "I want to bring you the whole family."

Tian Zhengguo's sense of distance dissipated instantly, and he leaned over: "Stop pretending, it's too heavy."

"You're still a maknae in a variety show, what if those people don't treat you well?" Song Zechen frowned. South Korea has a clear age hierarchy, and he was worried that Tian Zhengguo would be wronged when he went out.

"No, I will definitely get along well." Tian Zhengguo was very confident.

"That's good." Song Zechen tidied up Tian Zhengguo's messy short sleeves one by one.

The clock turned to eleven o'clock second by second, and Song Zechen finally packed up and finished talking about everything. Tian Zhengguo, who had nothing to do, was driven to sit by the bed, and was only responsible for listening to where things were put.

Song Zechen rubbed his neck that had been sore from bowing his head for so long, Tian Zhengguo swayed his feet and grinned with big white teeth, jumped down and pulled him up: "Let's go."

"Where are you going? Are you going to record a variety show tomorrow?"

"Nanshan."

Song Zechen, who was tapping his calf, felt that these words seemed familiar.

Song Zechen, who was still out of state with a dazed face, was dragged by Tian Zhengguo to the smuggling road without telling his brothers. On the way, Tian Zhengguo avoided Park Jimin who might come out to go to the bathroom, Jin Suozhen who might come out to eat, and maybe Kim Tae-jun, who came out to grab something to eat, was like a nimble assassin in a TV drama. He passed through thousands of flowers without touching his body, and flew over the eaves and walls with superb proficiency. He could tell at a glance that he was a good player, and he had practiced countless times.

Then they fled to Nanshan in the dead of night.

"You and Brother Taiyi came here to watch the sunrise before, and Brother Taiyi and I showed it off many times, so I thought I would drag you here anyway."

"What time is it now, and we have to wait a long time to see the sunrise."

"The wind is still so strong."

"Then let's look at the moon, and"

Tian Zhengguo, with undiminished interest, miraculously took out two light down jackets from his large backpack, and threw one of them to Song Zechen, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Song Zechen put it on helplessly: "It turned out to be a long time ago."

Tian Zhengguo scratched his head, shy and hearty, he let out a long breath and spoke.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I know you have always treated me like a child."

Tian Zhengguo shrugged his shoulders. Anyone who saw the way Song Zechen treated him would sigh, "This kid wants to be a father a long time ago." He tried his best to meet his requirements, never blush, and taught him some things with the most gentle words.He didn't even like this way of getting along at one point, wishing that he and Song Zechen could fight like Song Zechen and Jin Tae-joo, and don't give and receive unilaterally.

Later, when I figured it out, I realized that the communication between people is wonderful because different personalities endow them with different colors, not to mention that Song Zechen has always paid attention to communicating in an equal way.

"I didn't treat you like a child on purpose." Although Song Zechen didn't understand that Tian Zhengguo started their conversation with this sentence, he sensed the faint frustration in Tian Zhengguo's words and hurriedly explained.

"When I was young, I hoped to have a younger brother or younger sister. I looked forward to their arrival every day, and told myself to give them the best and let them be the happiest children in the world."

"But I don't have younger siblings, so I encountered difficulties in practice after meeting you." Song Zechen lowered his head embarrassedly, "It's my first time to be an older brother, so if you make a mistake, you have to tell me."

"That's not enough." Tian Zhengguo felt that he was suitable for the adjective "get cheap and act like a good boy", but people around him would never think it was a derogatory term.

He propped up his palms to make the gap between the down jackets disappear, and then took out two bottles of transparent sparkling water from his bag.

Song Zechen observed the rising bubbles with the faint light, and absurdly had the illusion that the scene of him chatting with Jin Tae-jung had reappeared, but the roles had been reversed.

Soon, his delusion came true.

"I am sad because others don't like me, and you are sad because others like you, so I think you are not much more mature than me." Tian Zhengguo pretended to be relaxed and revealed the real purpose of coming today.

Song Zechen suddenly realized that he was waiting for me here.

"The recent state is not good, which makes you worry."

"Look, you always like to use such a tone to perfuse me, no wonder I was angry before." Tian Zhengguo resentfully grabbed the turf under his hands.

"I didn't perfunctory you." Song Zechen knew that if he didn't spread the matter out today, the people next to him would not let him off. "I'm just not good at sharing that kind of negative mood. It's fine if I feel uncomfortable. Why make others feel uncomfortable? I can digest it well."

"Then why do you pester others to worry about their accidents every time they feel uncomfortable, but when you meet yourself..." Tian Zhengguo was stuck looking for words for a long time.

"Yes! Double standards!" He found a suitable fan circle word.

"Aren't you and brother Haoxi just because you are afraid that we will quarrel with you? Are we such indifferent people?"

"Don't tell anyone else, anyway, I'm sure I can calm down." The more Tian Zhengguo said, the more he was filled with righteous indignation.

"Next time you are sad, you must find me!"

"No! You'd better not be sad next time, I mean, if you have any." His habit of stuttering when excited was revealed.

Song Zechen's heart seemed to have been poured with a ladle of warm water, and it still smelled like honey.

He put his head lightly on Tian Zhengguo's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhengguo, do you want me to rely on you so much?"

"Ah, no. Ah, that's fine too." Tian Zhengguo was caught off guard by Song Zechen's rare intimacy, stiffened for a moment, rubbed his nose and straightened his back, looking upright and majestic.

The night wind blew a few strands of his bangs, and there was a sense of humor in his seriousness.

Song Zechen closed his eyes, and a smile came from his chest: "Thank you."

"I'm used to being alone. I've been here for more than ten years. You have to give me time to adapt, right?"

"I didn't hide from you on purpose. You guys are having fun and I really don't have the strength to join in. It's just a matter of time. Let me adjust slowly, okay?"

It is also a rare coquettish tone.

"We've known each other for five years, why aren't you used to it yet?" Tian Zhengguo muttered, but because of Song Zechen's actions, his face was wrinkled.

"Probably because I lived alone for more than ten years before I met you." Song Zechen opened his eyes and replied casually.

Today's moon is not particularly beautiful, half covered by clouds.

And a little finger suddenly stretched out in front of him and shook it to cover the whole moon, Song Zechen looked surprised.

Tian Zhengguo continued to shake proudly: "It's been a long time since the agreement was fulfilled."

The habit of agreement they have had since they met was quietly brought up on a windy summer night.

"Lagou, the agreement will definitely fill up your ten years in the future."

"It's been five years, how many years are left?"

"I'm not good at math, but that's okay, we still have a lot of time to waste."

Tian Zhengguo babbled a lot to hide his embarrassment.

Song Zechen's hair was messed up by the wind, but he didn't care about it, he stretched out his little finger to catch the man's little finger and interlaced with it.

He smiled with eyebrows stretched, bent down with the force of the wind, and shortened the distance with his thumb.

match.

stamp.

The wind blew loudly.

As if across the gap of time,

In an instant, he filled the gap of the previous ten years.