[Entertainment] Chen Guang

August passed extremely quickly. At the beginning of the month, the company sent them to Dubai for a vacation to take photos. Of course, Song Zechen, who hated the sun, didn't enjoy the vacation at all. Fortunately, Song Zechen was about to "show" the vampire's fangs and they finally flew away from the front line of collapse. Dubai.

In the middle of the year, Tian Zhengguo appeared on "The King of Masked Singer", and Min Yunqi released his first mixtape.

The day flipped to the last day of August as we entered and exited the airport.

Everyone gathered in the living room after the shooting of the Mid-Autumn Festival special of the Idol Games. Song Zechen and Jin Nanjun were called to the office by Fang Shihyuk.

"Zhengguo also ran very handsomely this year." Zheng Haoxi sat on the edge of the sofa and turned his attention to Tian Zhengguo who was eating Houthi in Zhenghai.

"The existence of Zechen has created the false prosperity of our team sports. In fact, we don't have much light on other skills except running."

In addition to their consecutive running championships, Song Zechen signed up for wrestling and archery to win medals for their team.

"Archery" is a skill he developed since he was a child. Because of his natural strength in wrestling, he entered the arena completely like a big witch meets a small witch. They even clearly saw that Song Zechen was pretending that he was working hard to win, and it was not easy.

Infuriating and refreshing.

"Brother can't even run." Jin Tae-joo made it up with a smile.

"Your brother is a dignified and noble son, I still won't do things that ruin my image through too intense sports." Jin Shuo really brushed his hair chicly.

"The way Zechen didn't want to get in touch with people when he was wrestling today was so funny, and he said that he would never report it again." Jin Shuozhen recalled everything this morning and slapped his legs desperately.

This boy Song Zechen suddenly broke out with a "sexual" obsession with cleanliness. He doesn't like sweating and tearing at others, and he adheres to the strategy of quick battles and quick wins.

"I took videos and photos for you all." Park Jimin flipped through the phone's storage and praised, "The picture of Zechen shooting an arrow is so beautiful."

"Let me take a look." Jin Taiyi leaned over, "Wow, this one is comparable to the one taken by Zhengguo, and it's as good-looking as the one we sold for money back then."

Park Jimin was speechless because of the brain circuit of his relatives: "You still dare to mention this matter, fortunately Zechen is not here."

After Tian Zhengguo finished eating the snacks, he kowtowed the melon seeds the whole time without saying a word.

"Why are we sitting here?" Min Yunqi looked around, everyone was surprisingly excited today, his sleep-deprived brain had already shut down, and he really couldn't think of any special reason.

"It's Zhengguo's coming-of-age birthday, it's so important, of course everyone has to wait for the midnight." Kim Tae-joo fell sideways beside Zheng Haoxi.

"Oh, I always remember September, and forget that it will be September after today."

"What about Song Zechen and Nan Jun?"

"Didn't you tell me that you were found by Fang Pdnim?" Park Jimin was speechless again because of Min Yunqi's forgetfulness.

"Oh, by the way, will Ze Chen send the youngest song?" Zheng Haoxi asked.

Song Zechen has a habit since last year. They look forward to it but dare not reveal it. Inspiration for writing songs is very important.

"Of course Aze will give me a song." Tian Zhengguo shook his head very confidently, he could be said to be favored and confident.

Jin Shuozhen sourly added Tian Zhengguo's name to the poison list in advance: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about, isn't it just because you are a maknae?"

"It's not like my brother is about 25, he's almost half fifty." Tian Zhengguo was not afraid to mock his elder brother with age.

"Ah! Tian Zhengguo, don't think that I can't do anything because it's your birthday!" Jin Shuozhen raised his bangs and activated his rap skills.

The doorbell rang, and Min Yunqi judged who was coming through the cat's eyes and opened the door.

It's Kim Nam Joon.

"Nanjun is back, where is Zechen?" Zheng Haoxi probed his head, hoping to see the figure of the boy from behind Jin Nanjun.

"I went to the studio after returning from Fang pdnim's place." Jin Nanjun bent down and took off his shoes.

"Oh—" Everyone wailed and howled for unknown reasons. It seemed that Tian Zhengguo's birthday song was stable.

The hour hand points to twelve o'clock, September [-]st arrives.

Everyone took out their mobile phones and tried to be the first to post a black photo, but this time the person in the company took the lead.

Song Zechen's usual method of audio production, from fragments to complete songs, the birthday songs he wrote are becoming more and more mature.

Tian Zhengguo couldn't wait to start. The prelude was not classical string music but lively guitar sound. The tone was completely different from the previous songs.

Song Zechen's voice is eye-catching, and Yu Yu's emotions are lively and cheerful.

"The universe is a collection of little sequins

Wonderful and lovely gadgets merge into jumping flames in the hand

God clenches his fist

let them fly around

The starlight in the sky falls into your eyes

Nothing ever shines brighter than this

Forget it seems that there is still a ray of light missing

That's my messenger from afar

Through the long gap of time

run to tell you

I love you"

They were not the ones who preempted the first comment, but the ARMYs who heard the news.

Tian Zhengguo felt the excitement of the New Year in the comments and the tacit understanding of the people around him.

They had just finished a single song, and Song Zechen opened the house with a key. Except for Tian Zhengguo, the others cheered again. Song Zechen would feel embarrassed to face everyone's teasing when he sent songs a few times before, but now he can be as calm as calm water.

"Have you eaten the cake?" He put on his slippers.

It just so happened that the light in the living room went out suddenly, Park Jimin came out with a cake, and Tian Zhengguo was surrounded by candlelight in front of the cake.

"Happy 20th birthday maknae!"

"Happy 20th birthday Zheng Guoer!"

"Happy coming of age, Zhengguo!"

"Happy Guo'er coming of age!"

After Tian Zhengguo made his wish and blew out the candles, Kim Tae-il quickly picked out all the strawberries on the cake and stuffed them into his mouth, receiving a disgusted slap from Park Jimin.

"Our maknae is finally an adult."

Just after Jin Nanjun finished expressing his feelings, Min Yunqi said: "The coming-of-age ceremony must have rose perfume and a kiss."

As soon as the words fell, Jin Shuozhen took the lead and rushed forward, adhering to the incisive thought of "I will take care of the child I raised", and kissed Tian Zhengguo on the forehead resoundingly.

Before Tian Zhengguo had time to get up, he rushed forward one after another, and the kisses became louder and louder.

When Tian Zhengguo fell to the ground and panted heavily to relieve the lack of oxygen, the guilty crowd coughed several times, and Song Zechen, who was not guilty, quickly put away his phone and tasted the cake seriously.

Everyone spread out like a raven and sparrow in a mess, those who ate cakes ate cakes with cream, and those who ate gifts gave gifts, pretending to be a happy scene.

Just as Tian Zhengguo wanted to get mad, he was blocked by presents one after another.

"What are they?" He smiled wide-eyed.

"Rose."

"perfume."

"Game console."

"Okay, I'm going to the airport in a few hours, go to sleep." Finally, Jin Shuozhen called the children to go to bed, and bent over to clean up the mess.

"Brother, let me take you to rest. Don't you have a little back pain recently?" Song Zechen took the paper plate in his hand.

"That's fine." Jin Shuo really didn't force it, his body was really tired, "Go to bed after you pack up, it's been hard work."

"Okay." Song Zechen patted him on the shoulder.Half-squatting and pulling the trash can to her side, she took a paper towel to wipe off the cream on the table.

Tian Zhengguo silently helped, and Song Zechen praised him every day: "It's awesome."

"Hey hey." Tian Zhengguo scratched his head.

After the two finished collecting in silence, Song Zechen put on his slippers and prepared to leave.

"Aren't you planning on targeting me?" Tian Zhengguo called to stop Song Zechen who was walking towards the room.

"Huh? Which one?" Song Zechen turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

"That's it! Um! kiss." Tian Zhengguo was embarrassed to say the last word, and his volume became smaller and smaller, but finally he mustered up the courage to close his eyes and burst out the last word, full of fearless spirit.

In his panic, he could clearly feel that Song Zechen was not in the hands of those salty pigs.

"Huh?" Song Zechen still had an unclear ending.

Tian Zhengguo felt that something was wrong, so he raised his head abruptly. Song Zechen smiled, and Tian Zhengguo yelled dissatisfiedly: "Ah, why are you like this?"

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed all the unfinished syllables in his stomach in the next second. Song Zechen leaned over and bowed his head. Tian Zhengguo's eyes were wide open, like a frightened little rabbit, his hands were in motion The wrinkled lines were caught on the trousers, and it remained motionless as if it had been cursed, becoming a stone sculpture, as if it would fall to the ground immediately with a poke, and even trembled a little in Song Zechen's ever-shrinking distance.

Song Zechen couldn't hold back his laughter, his scorching breath sprayed on his cheeks, making him more dizzy than the summer evening wind.

Tian Zhengguo's cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his mouth grinned unconsciously. Song Zechen originally aimed at the center of his cheeks, so he gently passed the target and kissed the corner of his mouth.

In a trance, he only saw the tiny streamers of light in Song Zechen's crescent-shaped eyes flashing like phantoms and felt a little tickle.

Song Zechen backed away nimbly, turned his hands behind his back and jumped back a step, like making an oath in the play house game he played when he was young: "Happy birthday."

He made another gesture of love and changed the prefix:

"Happy adulthood."

"Your gift is in your pile of garbage. It must be cleaned up before it can be found."

"The first day of 20 needs to be cleaned well."

Tian Zhengguo puffed up his face and pretended to be angry, but Song Zechen ignored it and turned around with his hands behind his back, striding away arrogantly like a prince returning from inspection.

But they all know that there must be bright smiles on each other's faces.

The corners of Tian Zhengguo's mouth seemed to still have the warmth of that person, and it was raised high.

This is the first meaningful blessing he has received in his twenties.