[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After Song Zechen got up, he explained to Min Yunqi, who was keen on making up his mind and read a lot of books, for a long time before he got the proof of his innocence.

Jin Taiyi made trouble all the way, and in the end, Song Zechen threatened to say "Brother, if you say more, I will use a needle to pop the bubble of your oral ulcer", and shut up under Song Nanny's intimidation.

"Why do you want me?"

"Oh." Min Yunqi was brought back to the point, "Come to my studio."

"Okay, you wait first."

Song Zechen pushed Jin Taiyi: "Brother Taiyi, go home quickly."

Seeing that Song Zechen was about to be summoned away by Min Yunqi if he didn't stay in his production room, Jin Tae thought that he didn't need to stay there either: "Okay then."

"Do you want me to walk you part of the way?" Song Zechen glanced at the dark sky outside.

"No need." Jin Taiyi walked a few steps and then came back to pick up his teddy bear, "It's only a few steps away, don't bother."

After Jin Taiyi's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Song Zechen returned to his place, but there was an extra "cat" in the room.

Min Yunqi occupied the small sofa with his extremely arrogant soaring legs, and familiarly took out snacks from Song Zechen's cabinet and tore open the packaging bag.

"Let's go?" Song Zechen dug out a bottle of mineral water and threw it to him.

Min Yunqi, who happened to be thirsty, glanced approvingly at Song Zechen, who was very good at winking: "Let's go."

Get up and lead the way.

"Brother, what do you want me to do?"

Song Zechen looked around Min Yunqi's production room, the space was a bit bigger than his, and it looked quite spacious, filled with Min Yunqi's "friends".

"I give you a chance to let you"

Before Min Yunqi finished speaking, Song Zechen turned his head without hesitation.

"Then I'll go first."

"Come back to me!" Min Yunqi grabbed Song Zechen's collar, and went straight to his feet angrily.

"Please, please, I'll come back." Song Zechen repeated the words of the repeater in the group, walked back with a smile and sat on Min Yunqi's high-end seat.

"Stop talking nonsense, I have business with you." Min Yunqi dragged another stool to the table, "My mixtape is almost ready, let you listen to it for me."

"Brother's mixtape?"

"It's finished." Song Zechen suddenly became interested and sat upright.

"The preparations have been started a long time ago, and now the draft is almost finalized."

Min Yunqi clicked on the saved audio, and began to stare at Song Zechen's reaction.

Song Zechen took a close look at the title, and whistled: ""agustd" oh our dtownsuga."

Min Yunqi has never missed the expression on Song Zechen's face, but the corner of this person's mouth is always smiling, the meaning is unclear, and sometimes he is very playful, making him want to kick him again, can you give a more obvious reaction.

After the song was over, it wasn't that Song Zechen didn't know Min Yunqi's attention: "It's pretty good, the words are really cool, and the lyrics are cool."

"Well, Ami will also like it, send someone to Hong Kong or something."

Min Yunqi really couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Song Zechen: "What you said is not technical, what use is it for you."

"My mind is a mess, just let me be a simple listener." Song Zechen clicked on the next song.

One song after another, Song Zechen felt that some parts were wonderful, so he couldn't help but drag the progress bar back and listen to it a few times. Time passed for a long time.

It was very quiet in the small space. Song Zechen suddenly shifted his position after a long period of inactivity. Min Yunqi, who had been watching, immediately noticed it, but he didn't dare to look up when he looked at the floor.

Because the song being broadcast is "thelast", the lyrics talk about his experience from before his debut to the present, including the depression at the beginning, the car accident and the depression now.

Coincidentally, Song Zechen almost participated in most of these lives.

Min Yunqi "licked" his dry lips, feeling an inexplicable feeling fermenting in his heart, he couldn't help but put his fingernails on his mouth and began to gnaw.

Song Zechen, who has always been like a sculpture since listening to music, finally made the first big move of the night - slapped Min Yunqi's hand off, fiercely: "Don't chew!"

"You're so annoying." Min Yunqi muttered, feeling guilty for some reason, and let it go obediently.

Song Zechen continued to carefully distinguish the content of the lyrics, and the fingers that had been tapping the table gradually stopped.

Brother, you can tell about this experience, but are you really healed?

Song Zechen blinked, Min Yunqi's previous depression almost broke out due to excessive pressure during the comeback period and the early stage of comeback, and he managed to adjust to his state during the long blank period recently, so what about the next comeback?

But Song Zechen would not ask this question uninterestedly at this time, he started the next song silently.

The track is coming to an end.

""sofaraway"" Song Zechen read out the name.

"I haven't finished this song yet, I haven't figured out who to feat for the vocal part." Min Yunqi explained.

"But we are already discussing cooperation with a female singer."

Song Zechen listened carefully to the rap part recorded by Beat and Min Yunqi, and smiled: "I like this one the most."

"I know, I knew it when I wrote it, your taste is too obvious." Min Yunqi also smiled and whispered, changing his tone of teasing, "Your taste really hasn't changed for decades."

"Why is there another version?" Song Zechen curiously opened the file with the same name but with a number marked on the back, the same rap but the vocal part was harmonized by the maknae and the elder brother.

Min Yunqi opened his mouth and suddenly realized where the previous feeling of guilt came from. Song Zechen had told him a long time ago that he would pre-order a ballad.

"Why didn't you ask me to sing?" Song Zechen was facing Min Yunqi with his whole body, asking his teacher to blame him, "I don't plan to feat the public version, you can ask me to feat when you make a demo."

"Ah, you were traveling with Jimin at that time, so I found hyung Seokjin and the maknae." Min Yunqi bared his teeth to hide his embarrassment.

"Then can't you wait for me to come back?"

"How do I know when you will come back?"

"You told me earlier!"

"Then you said you would write a song for me before."

""Annoymous" was originally written for you, but Fang PD said it was more suitable for the team."

"Then you didn't meet your promise, we're even!"

Talk broke down again.

Song Zechen sneered and got up from the chair: "I'm going back."

Min Yunqi threw a chocolate at him: "Get lost."

"Where did you get the chocolate, stole it from me?"

"roll."

Song Zechen walked out of the room, the wind was sultry, he wiped off the sweat that appeared quickly, turned around and walked towards his production room, thought for a while, tearing apart the chocolate and slowly chewing on it while inputting information on his mobile phone.

"Grandpa, your dear grandson is begging again."

"Is there any reliable and arrogant psychiatrist to introduce me?"

Worried about the misunderstanding of the old man, I immediately sent another sentence:

"Don't be afraid, it's not that I need it, don't be intimidated, your grandson is fine except for the bad food."

Putting away the phone, he bit off the last bite of chocolate and threw the bag into the trash.

Grandpa can see it when he wakes up tomorrow.

Hope nothing happens.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the gaps in the branches was like a sigh in his heart.

Song Zechen lay on his stomach and squinted for a while, then woke up and looked at the clock - 05:30 in the morning.

He walked out of this floor aimlessly with his eyes straight, bypassed the practice room where there was movement, and finally woke up after walking to the convenience store.

I bought a sandwich and juice, and when I was about to pay the bill, I suddenly went back and took an extra sandwich and a bottle of milk from the shelf.

Instead of returning to his production room, he ran to the practice room he had passed by before, and when he pushed the door open, sure enough——Park Jimin was inside.

"I guessed it was brother." Song Zechen's voice was rustling, and his vocal cords were still tense when he just woke up.

"Do you want to eat?" He said and handed Park Jimin the things he bought at the convenience store.

Park Jimin hurriedly wiped off his sweat with a towel, took the milk and sandwich and sat on the ground with Song Zechen: "Thank you Zechen."

"You didn't go home to sleep again. Brother Shuozhen has been talking about it for a long time."

"Hurry up, wait a few more days."

"Brother, why are you here so early?" Song Zechen took a bite of his sandwich, waiting for Park Jimin's answer.

"Prepare in advance. I heard that my solo song is difficult. I have already heard the demo, and it is all high notes."

Park Jimin opened the lid of the milk, and squeezed out a circle of milk beard stains.

"I haven't received the milk you gave me for a long time."

Song Zechen immediately thought of the bottle of milk he often gave Park Jimin before his debut.

"Does this reflect that I am not as diligent as I was before my debut?"

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you not diligent enough?"

"I'm just working hard. This time my solo is said to have high notes and complicated dance moves, so I came here in advance to do some preparatory activities."

Park Jimin hugged his knees, depressed, and Song Zechen's silhouette was blurred by the finally bright sky from the corner of his eye.

He was envious.

From the time I met this person to now, there has been an indelible envy. Song Zechen's naturally good voice makes the high notes easy, and he himself is particularly prone to splitting his voice.Song Zechen can also write songs, as if he can do everything

He's never jealous, but always sad when he's trying to break down.

Pu Zhimin leaned a little further in Song Zechen's direction, his blurred vision suddenly became clear, and he finally saw the black and blue under Song Zechen's eyes, which stood out against his fair skin.

Because of too little sleep, he blinked, chewed, and swallowed very slowly, like a child who has just learned everything.

Park Jimin laughed, and concentrated on drinking the milk, the breath that was suppressed in his heart dissipated.

I'm doing my best, and I have nothing to be sad about.

"Our Brother Zhimin figured it out by himself again." Song Zechen also spoke slower than usual.

"We, Zechen, can see what I'm thinking again." Park Jimin replied with the same sentence pattern. What he is most grateful to Song Zechen is that this person has always been able to see through some of their little thoughts that cannot be exposed to the sun, but he has never used Enough patience and trusting tenderness to wait for them to come out.

They squinted tacitly and smiled in the rising sun, Song Zechen tilted his head and wiped away the remaining milk stains around his lips with his fingers.

Park Jimin held his face, and the brief touch of Song Zechen's fingertips seemed to stay in his heart: "I will drink the same juice as you tomorrow."

"I don't drink milk anymore, and I almost won't grow taller anyway."

"I can't even taste the sweetness when I drink fruit juice. It's all your fault."

"It doesn't taste like milk when I drink it. It's all your fault."

When Song Zechen heard the last two sentences, he fell to the ground laughing. Park Jimin glanced at him and laughed alone with the sunshine in the room.