[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After a few hours of sleep, they started to pack their luggage after waking up, worried that they would drop things, the manager ordered them to pack in advance to save time and chaos.

After tidying up, I went to the practice room to recall the dance. The first day of Tian Zhengguo's [-]th generation was nothing special.

"Brother, you said in the early hours of this morning that we had to catch the airport today, and I was so scared that I hurried to sleep. Brother, why are you so irresponsible." Park Jimin complained coquettishly to Jin Suozhen.

"I forgot that I went to the Philippines tomorrow, so I thought something was wrong." Jin Shuozhen laughed.

"Have you and Brother Yunqi been roommates for a long time and your memory has become exactly the same?"

Park Jimin curled his lips. He felt that he chose to sleep last night because he was worried about catching the plane and did not play games. He always felt that he was at a loss.

"Okay, don't talk about your brother, do you think it's a pity that I didn't know you didn't play the game?" Jin Shuozhen grabbed Park Jimin's ear and scolded him with a smile.

"Playing games is of course a race against time."

"Can't you learn from Zechen? Stop playing games."

Only Song Zechen lost interest in the game early in the youngest line, and cultivated his health and "sex" to see through the "battlefield".

"Report, Aze didn't say he would go to bed early today, so he stayed up late to study."

Tian Zhengguo made a small report to his eldest brother.

"I have to hand in my homework." Song Zechen, who was suddenly cueed, said helplessly, knowing that staying up late to refresh the record of staying up late had touched the so-called bottom line of the youngest.He also wants to sleep, but homework does not allow it.

"Zechen's college is the same as high school."

"Zechen, why are you so disobedient?"

"Brother, I'm going to hand in my homework." Song Zechen immediately got up and interrupted Jin Shuozhen's chatter, put on his shoes and went out.

Kim Sang Won seemed to have been waiting for him in the coffee shop for a long time.

"Coming?" Noticing Song Zechen's arrival, Jin Xiangyuan nodded with him.

"Well, this is my homework, please." Song Zechen took out the paper paper and handed it to him.

Both Song Zechen and Kim Sang-won were students of Seoul National University majoring in economics. Since then, Kim Sang-won has become Song Zechen's mouthpiece, the best errand for handing in homework.

"No trouble, no trouble, today we can appreciate Zechen's beauty up close again." Jin Sangyuan smiled and carefully put the paper into the folder.

"What are you doing when you haven't come back recently?"

"Write songs and dance for concerts, don't you know?" Song Zechen raised his eyebrows and asked this hidden fandom boss.

"I saw you at the Nanjing field, are you so free as a college student?"

"For love, what is my time, don't I just sleep less and lose more hair?"

Jin Xiangyuan tried to grab Song Zechen's hand to act, but was slapped back by Song Zechen.

"By the way, I found the psychiatrist you asked me to find last time. Here is the contact information."

Song Zechen took the business card that Kim Sang-won handed over from his pocket and looked at it.

Before Song Zechen entrusted his grandfather to find a psychiatrist, but thinking that Kim Sang-won's family has a medical background, he found Kim Sang-won again.

Jin Sangyuan could guess that the people around Song Zechen might be under too much pressure, but he would not ask questions unwisely, only being more serious when helping.

"Thank you."

"It's okay!" Kim Sang-won waved his hand briskly, but he sighed again when he saw Song Zechen looking down at the doctor's business card.

"Is there a lot of pressure?"

"Ah."

"Aren't you under a lot of pressure? Our Ami?" Song Zechen teased and pointed out the title of Kim Sang-won's first-generation fan.

Jin Xiangyuan knew that Song Zechen didn't want to get entangled in this topic, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "I swear at people on the Internet last time. I haven't sweared at anyone in 20 years of my life. One can't help but end up tearing up with others."

"Really cool!"

He narrowed his eyes and recalled that feeling: "Actually, I didn't scold anyone. I am such a rational person, and I am the best at making data analysis diagrams to slap other people in the face."

"But that group of people are selectively blind."

Jin Xiangyuan took a sip of the drink that Song Zechen pushed over.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"You guys have worked hard too." Song Zechen propped his head up and sighed, there is no one who doesn't go his way, and his fans are being chased and beaten on the Internet.

When our fans have endured a lot of criticism.

He sometimes looks at the messages of fans who have expressed their love to them and turned their efforts to fight against gangsters, and he feels happy and distressed in his heart.

"We, Zechen, have become more and more boyfriend-like since we became adults." Kim Sang-won was serious for only three seconds, pretending to be intoxicated.

"Okay, I won't waste your time anymore, I'm going back to school, don't you have to fly to the Philippines tomorrow, go to bed early."

Jin Xiangyuan picked up his schoolbag, packed up his belongings with Song Zechen, and showed Song Zechen a heartfelt gesture when he was parting.

Before Song Zechen had time to express his disgust, Jin Sangyuan said first: "Please pass on my love to my Guoguo, and wish him a happy adulthood."

Song Zechen smiled and told him to get out of here.

One of their concert venues in Manila, Philippines.

Arranged from the airport to the hotel, an afternoon of rehearsal.

In the evening, Song Zechen received a call from the courier, and everyone teased him that he could still enjoy the pleasure of unpacking the courier abroad.

He dug out what his grandfather said a few days ago in his memory, probably the snacks that his grandfather sent at a good time, after they were brought to the dormitory from his grandfather's house before, everyone swept it away and still couldn't get enough of it.His grandfather specially sent it here, hoping that they would eat better in a foreign country.

Song Zechen excitedly unwrapped the package and walked towards the rehearsal with the bag, passing by a glass booth, where Jin Tae-joo and the staff were discussing something, Song Zechen planned to hide at the door to scare him, but the sound insulation effect of the glass door is not good , the dialogue inside floated out unreally.

"Brother, can I go back to my country?" Jin Tae-yi said hoarsely.

"Taylor." The staff seemed to be in a dilemma.

"I can't go back to my country." Kim Tae-joo replied to himself, "It's too late, and there's no point in going back to my country."

"Taylor, I'm sorry about your "grandma" "grandma"."

Song Zechen's smile froze in the original arc, he didn't have time to seriously think about the meaning, Jin Taiyi pushed the door out, Song Zechen was at a loss and quickly hid the bag behind him.

"What's wrong?" Jin Taizhen stared in his direction, but his eyes were empty, and he didn't care about why Song Zechen was here at all.

Song Zechen forced a smile: "It's okay."

"That's good." Jin Taiyi swung away like a ghost, his footsteps were flimsy and staggered.

Song Zechen opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. He took out his hands behind his back and looked at the bag for a long time, because the special trademark is too obvious, and it's hard to buy it in China.

His grandpa gave something.

He couldn't go to see his "grandma".

Song Zechen smiled wryly: This bag of snacks might be thrown away.

The performance at night was smoother than ever before. Song Zechen forced himself not to look at Jin Taejin's state, and only took time to observe it when he was walking.

Kim Tae-jung acted like a person with nothing to do, he went up to show himself when he should be in the c position, and he was not ambiguous at all in the back row.

This makes him even more sad.

After the performance, everyone dispersed in twos and threes to discuss what to do, and Kim Tae-jung walked away silently alone.

"How did Taeyong leave? I still want to take him to have supper together." Park Jimin muttered.

"Ah Ze, are you going?" Tian Zhengguo poked Song Zechen who was distracted.

"I'm not going, I'll go back first, I have something to talk to Brother Tai, Brother Jimin, you can sleep with Zhengguo today, let's change beds."

"What's the matter? We need to talk all night." Although Pu Zhimin was puzzled, he obediently handed over the room card.

"Go and eat, I'll go first."

After leaving this sentence, Song Zechen strode forward. When he walked to the door of the room, he held up the room card and couldn't open it.

After struggling for a long time, he swiped open the door.

Jin Tai was covered in the quilt, like a wounded animal, and like a small slope, soundless.

Song Zechen patted the bulge lightly through the quilt: "Cry."

With a simple and gentle tone, the people in the quilt suddenly started to move violently.

Jin Taiyi got out of the bed, his cheeks and ears turned red, as if he had been in another world, focusing on the sight in front of him, panting heavily to relieve the suffocating feeling of suffocation, the real uncomfortable thing is probably the deep-seated sadness strangling his heart The throat made him faint at any moment.

Song Zechen pressed him on his shoulder and repeated again: "Cry."

All comforting words seemed extremely weak before such a life and death. Even he, an outsider, was so hard to accept the news, not to mention the state of mind of the client.

Song Zechen's shoulders were scorching hot at first, then the temperature dissipated and cooled down, and soon there was a new scorching heat. Jin Taejin, who loves to bear tears, even cried silently, his whole body reflected "sexual" convulsions, and occasionally opened his mouth wide The whimper of a broken bellows.

If you are too serious, you will lose your mind. Song Zechen's thoughts drifted back to the past.

When his "grandmother" died, his reaction was much more intense than that of Kim Tae-joo. He rolled around in the hospital like a little lunatic, clutching the hospital bed tightly, his fingers congested with blood.

But now, he can no longer have the courage to cry shamelessly.

Growing up can lose the simplest abilities.

"Don't tell them yet." Jin Taiyi raised his head after crying, sobbing and choking out such a sentence.

Song Zechen's heart softened in a mess: "Okay."

"I'm so sorry." Jin Taiyi put together such a broken sentence.

Song Zechen's throat felt a bloody smell inexplicably, and he felt a dull pain in his heart.

He didn't refute the chicken soup like "don't regret it", but replied following his words: "Yeah."

"I was wrong." Jin Taiyi choked out another sentence while trembling.

Song Zechen's face was pale, and he shed a tear.

What is more heartbreaking than my regret is that I was wrong. The former may be able to blame all the unhappiness on the outside world, but the latter blames everything on himself and exiles himself.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Jin Tae-yi lay down on the bed, his back bent into a round arch.

Slowly the sound disappeared, and I fell asleep with a pillow in my arms.

Song Zechen leaned against his head, curled up his cold body, and closed his eyes wearily.