[Entertainment] Chen Guang

From an underground dancer to an idol rapper, Zheng Haoxi feels that he has adapted well to the transition of identity.

But sometimes there are doubts.

Packing up and going home before debut is the best proof, but now that I think about it, I will lament the impulsiveness at that time, glad that I stayed, and imagine the life trajectory that will never come back after going back.

It must have quarreled with Song Zechen that time.

When Zheng Haoxi was thinking about this, Song Zechen happened to be sitting next to him and reading a book.

It is as quiet as a lake, and you can feel the existence of the lake being blown by the wind and rippling.

Song Zechen was often silent when getting along with him. At first he panicked whether Song Zechen didn't like him, but later realized that this person thoughtfully saw through his embarrassment.

Song Zechen brought him into another world, that person arrogantly and arrogantly excluded others, so that he could breathe in a small space, unscrupulously release low pressure, and it doesn't matter if he is suppressed by darkness layer by layer, anyway, that person Always the most discerning, knowing when to speak out to comfort and when to let go.

When he returned to the world, he put on his usual mask again.

Tilting his head slightly, Song Zechen's side face was clean and fresh, which made people feel happy just looking at it.

very nice.

Zheng Haoxi sighed ten thousand times.

Zheng Haoxi thought of a very literary and sour metaphor before.

Song Zechen is the sun, born with radiance, which should attract everyone's attention, dazzling and restrained.

That itself is the moon borrowing light.

When he started his personal live broadcast in the early days, he was frustrated that the names of his teammates were all displayed on the screen after a series of blockbusters.

On the show, he was worried about the silence, he threw away his burden to be funny, was ridiculed for stealing the scene and was too noisy.

His popularity in the team is not as good as that of his younger brothers, and he became a member of the BTS by relying on the hopeful personality, nothing else.

Nothing else.

For so many years, he has long seen it, he can smile and send blessings to his younger brothers, and work hard to do his job well, but he will still feel panic when he dreams back at midnight. If there is no hopeful character design, his Positioning has never been more blurred, what should he do?

After getting up early and washing his face, Zheng Haoxi looked in the mirror, the corners of the mouth of the person in the mirror drooped slightly, this was him in the most normal state.

On weekdays, he will deliberately bring up the arc here, and pay attention to expression management.

Song Zechen appeared behind him:

"Let's play a game with me. It's a game where you are not allowed to laugh at work today. Whoever loses will agree to a request from the other party."

"Oh?" Zheng Haoxi was surprised at Song Zechen's sudden request.

"Our school assigned homework to study what would happen if a person who loves to laugh suddenly stops laughing."

"After thinking about it, only brother can help me, can you?"

"But" Zheng Haoxi actually didn't want to agree.

"Please brother, just treat it as an early birthday present to me." Song Zechen tugged at his sleeves, his face without makeup was as big as a palm, with black hair and black eyes, several years younger than that after makeup, which instantly reminded him The sweet pear vortex that I saw at first.

"Okay then." Zheng Haoxi agreed dazed by this man's good looks, never thinking why he added the last sentence of bet since it was homework.

"I'm not laughing with you, remember, the loser has to agree to one request." Song Zechen left satisfied after getting the answer he wanted.

In the process of going to work, the ARMYs have a schedule.

Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi greeted them one after the other.

"Why doesn't Haoxi stop smiling today, is he unhappy?"

After such a sentence appeared, Zheng Haoxi panicked for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to raise the corners of his lips, but suddenly the corner of his clothes was pulled, and he turned his head to see Song Zechen's face, all in silence.

I'm still betting on it.

Zheng Haoxi recalled the gambling game and put his expression together, but he was still very disturbed.

"Hobi looks so salty like this."

"Zechen doesn't smile anymore today, nothing really unhappy will happen."

"Don't think too much, I think this is very handsome, maybe it's just a change of style."

"As long as something unpleasant doesn't happen, it doesn't matter."

The whispers of the fans reached his ears, Zheng Haoxi was amused by their cuteness, but at the same time he was worried and sad.

When recording the talk show, the host told a good joke, and Jin Shuozhen and others laughed hard.

Song Zechen felt that the corners of his mouth began to pull unconsciously, so he quickly puffed up his cheeks to cover up his upward arc for a moment.

Then he turned to Zheng Haoxi, indicating that he was not smiling.

In fact, Zheng Haoxi doesn't often understand the point of laughter. Usually, he is always the first to give a reaction in order not to stand coldly. Now because of the bet with Song Zechen, the reaction he made is the most self-consistent response. He looked like he laughed in his heart.

A day at work started to be very torturous, Zheng Haoxi had to suppress the fear in his heart while controlling his subconscious smile reflex.Later, I slowly let go, took out the most comfortable state in private, and occasionally gave feedback when I needed him. The combination has developed to the present, and in fact, there are fewer and fewer moments where he needs to pretend to be ugly to save the scene.

It turns out that I am not even very much needed for this persona.

Zheng Haoxi felt very uncomfortable.

After returning home from get off work and having dinner, the songwriters went to the company's respective production studios and closed the doors.

Someone knocked on the door of his studio.

It's Song Zechen.

"What's the matter?" Zheng Haoxi called Song Zechen to sit down, but Song Zechen motioned him to sit, and stood in front of him.

He was somewhat puzzled by Song Zechen's posture.

"I'm here to hand in my homework."

"On the Feasibility Study of Zheng Haoxi's Sweetness and Salinity Fusion""

Although his face was expressionless, that person's eyes were clearly smiling, and countless dazzling fireworks were blooming.

"You're too foul."

Zheng Haoxi was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself, knowing that his recent troubles and entanglements had been keenly captured.

Song Zechen seemed to be giving a report, very serious, but what he said was very plain.

"After a day of observation, I found that Zheng Haoxi can be salty or sweet. When it is sweet, it will kill people, but when it is salty, it will kill people. Everyone likes it very much."

"There is no need to emphasize the smile. Smile when you are happy, and don't force yourself to smile when you are unhappy. Personality is not necessary. I am good enough."

"What?" Zheng Haoxi lowered his eyes, feeling as if his heart had been squeezed with lemon juice.

Song Zechen went on to say: "If you are worried about the reaction of fans, there is no need to worry about it. Our fans are the cutest ARMYs in the world. They love you. They have never loved you so plainly."

Abandoning hopeful characters, what is left of BTS' Jung Ho-seok?

"It doesn't need any modification, it's Zheng Haoxi himself."

"If you add a more unique prefix, it's my Mr. Zheng."

"iam yourhope, youaremyhope, iamj-hope"

Zheng Haoxi bowed his head and read his usual self-introduction since his debut, his mouth was dry.

"I know that my brother has never rejected the word hope, always remember it, abide by it, and get the joy of feedback on yourself from the affirmation of hope by others."

Song Zechen changed his pretentiously serious voice, and became gentle, with the warmth lingering in his heart.

"But brother, have you ever thought about it, I hope it's not just what you think."

If hope is not a noun, but a sincere adjective.

With the damp water vapor in the park at dusk, there is a warmth.

Gentle, beautiful, longing.

If hope is a noun, it is definitely not a simple character design, but a vision embraced by the whole world.

Song Zechen found out the dictionary's explanation and read it aloud warmly, his lips and teeth were blooming: "Hope refers to the beautiful thoughts that are expected in the heart."

"Hope you get a good night's sleep."

"Hope you wake up and it's a sunny day today."

"Hope the sunshine on a sunny day makes you feel good."

"I hope your good mood allows you to create a wonderful dance."

"I hope it will be another bright moon when you go out after dancing."

"I hope that under the bright and hypocritical moon, someone hugs you or kisses you hard."

"That sounds really good." Zheng Haoxi unconsciously raised the corners of his lips in Song Zechen's spring breeze.

"Brother laughed." Song Zechen stretched out his finger and pointed at him as if grabbing a pigtail, triumphantly.

Alas, careless.

Zheng Haoxi "rubbed" and "rubbed" his cheeks, sighing in frustration that he missed the mark, but also amused at Song Zechen's rare childishness, he deliberately pretended to bite Song Zechen's finger in annoyance, Song Zechen's finger retracted quickly.

Song Zechen showed his first smile of the day, with a sweet smile, and the moles in the corners of his eyes were about to fly up, like a little fox stealing fish.

"Brother lost."

"The punishment is a kiss."

Before Zheng Haoxi could react, Song Zechen turned his hands away and quickly pecked his cheek lightly. The breath he exhaled when he got close was gentle.

Zheng Haoxi laughed: "What is this?"

"Oh? Brother laughed again."

Song Zechen's reaction was exceptionally alert, with a childlike naughty smile, he leaned over again and kissed his brow frankly, soft and intimate touch, very very close distance, Zheng Haoxi heard himself rumbling heartbeat.

"I think my homework can be scored ninety percent. What does Teacher Zheng think?"

Song Zechen had a bright smile on his face, his exposed teeth were as bright as the light of an incandescent lamp, and he opened the door to leave, leaving him a chance to think alone.

Zheng Haoxi sat down on the ground casually, and the conversation just now emerged in his mind.

"Full marks." He shook his head and chuckled.

After that day, Zheng Haoxi's whole body relaxed a lot, and dancing was no longer a solution for him to vent his depression, but to return to pure pleasure.He smiled sincerely, and compared to getting happiness from others, he began to magnify his own little happiness.

Song Zechen seemed to have never handed in that night's homework, and got along with him as he wanted, occasionally raising his eyebrows tacitly.

The company urged them to submit the music, Song Zechen went to school to attend class, and temporarily notified Zheng Haoxi to help him get his manuscript to other producers.

Song Zechen's production room later set up a password lock in a decent way, although all members knew the password, Zheng Haoxi quickly entered it to open the door.

On top of the pile of real homework piled up on the table was a notebook spread out flat. Zheng Haoxi happened to scan the content on it when he stepped forward to look for the score.

A large number of densely packed mathematical formulas and derivation processes gave him a headache when he saw them.

Song Zechen is keen to buy one after another expensive and exquisite notebooks to make drafts on, and has been ridiculed by others countless times.At that time, he defended Song Zechen and refuted everyone saying that there is nothing wrong with spending money to buy happiness, not to mention that Song Zechen's drafts are better than ordinary people who write carefully.

Zheng Haoxi observed that the scribbling is more pleasing to the eye than others, and once again lamented the difference between people.

However, at the bottom of many complicated formulas that he couldn't understand, he found the only line of petty words that he could understand:

"If you smile, I'll kiss you, and you smile, and I'll kiss you, and you smile"

It turned out to be a careful plan that had been planned long ago, a series of chain locks like Mobius rings, and memory hula la all connected in series.

For example, in the live broadcast where the teammate's name was swiped, there was a familiar id who kept bouncing in his comments:

"Haoxi is so handsome!"

"Is Haoxi happy today?"

"Hobi also completed the stage very well today."

It was Song Zechen's alias. As for why he knew it, it was because Song Zechen hadn't changed his name since he registered the account. With the original name assigned by the system, he had accidentally glanced at it but remembered it in his heart.

He secretly laughed at the foolishness of this person when he was shrewd, ignored his intention of not calling brother, and regrouped to communicate and interact with everyone in the live broadcast.

For example, Song Zechen carefully maintained his dance self-esteem, and even once in a variety show, after the host questioned his identity as the main dancer, Song Zechen directly pushed back in a bad mood. I don't want to offend people, but I am still angry.

For example, if he holds an album, he wants an exclusive to sign.

For example, for example

Zheng Haoxi suddenly understood that Qian Fan who had belittled himself was over:

It turns out that he is not the moon, he is just the most vulgar kissed person under the moon.

"If you smile, I'll kiss you and you smile"

Zheng Haoxi thought, this is really the most touching cycle in the world.