[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The room is full of "medicinal" smell, as if you have come to the scene of traditional Chinese medicine massage, and you can hear a few muffled hums from time to time.

The scene was close to getting out of control.

"Okay, stop howling." Song Zechen patted Tian Zhengguo on the back in disgust.

"Does it hurt me?" Tian Zhengguo muttered.

"What will you do if you hurt your back at such a young age?"

Song Zechen wiped off the "medicinal" wine on his hands, and sighed to Tian Zhengguo who was resting on the bed.

"You don't have less plaster on your body than I do?" Tian Zhengguo replied unconvinced. They suffered more injuries from dancing than most people imagined. For example, Song Zechen's legs were bruised all the year round, and strains became commonplace. .For the current stage, everyone is willing to enjoy it at the cost of future health overdraft.

"So we have to work hard to make money and buy the best wheelchair in the future." Song Zechen joked.

"You think so far." Tian Zhengguo continued to lie on his stomach, very smartly waiting to dry himself.

"Does it still hurt?"

“It was much better after the massage.”

Song Zechen's hands are strong, and if he has divine help in massage, Xiao Song is well-known in the industry.

"Looks like I can start a side business in this area."

"When you have time to start this side job, you won't have the strength."

"Oh." The two sighed long and tacitly at the same time.

"Aren't we both smelling of 'medicinal' wine?" Song Zechen put the back of his hand under his nose and took a deep breath, then wrinkled his nose slightly. "Going to the TV station soon."

"I have a solution, Aze, do you want to spray my perfume?" Tian Zhengguo pointed to the row of perfumes on his shelf as if offering a treasure.

"No, your perfume smells too sweet, I can't stand it." Song Zechen refused without thinking. He couldn't bear Tian Zhengguo's love for female fragrances.

"But we are leaving soon and may not have time to take a shower." Tian Zhengguo stood up straight, opened the glass cabinet door, showing his big white teeth, like a salesman, and greeted happily, "So come and pick a bottle Bar."

When the two of them got into the car, Song Zechen let out a long sigh of relief, and held his forehead in frustration: "Why don't I take a quick shower."

Jin Taeyi covered his nose and pretended to fan the wind exaggeratedly: "Did the two of you knock over the perfume bottle? Are you so fragrant?"

"Two walking air fresheners," Park Jimin added.

"This is the maknae's perfume, it's so sweet." Zheng Haoxi knew the maknae's orientation very well, and wondered why Song Zechen would wear it.

Song Zechen had black lines all over his head. Just now Tian Zhengguo warmly invited him to use one of the bottles. He didn't know, so he took it and sprayed it a little, but he was startled by the sudden calls from the people around him and didn't control the amount well. The whole room instantly turned into a dream A girl's fantasy house.

I searched the Internet and found that the bottle turned out to be the famous "Zhan Nan Xiang".

Song Zechen wanted to kill his brother with his own hands at that time.

"Rose Song Zechen!"

"Girl Chen and Maiden Guo."

Today they are also keen to spread their wings on the verge of danger, and try their best to attract Song Zechen's attention.

"Come on, it's better to be alone than to be happy together." Song Zechen turned his head and smiled at them.

Jin Shuozhen had a bad premonition in the next second, and wanted to retreat to his seat, but it didn't help.

Song Zechen took out the perfume bottle from his pocket, pressed it into the air a few times, and then sprayed it on everyone one by one.

Among them, Tian Zhengguo kept yelling "Don't spray it, they don't deserve it, this bottle of perfume is too expensive", but Song Zechen stopped him by saying "I'll buy you two more bottles", and obediently sat back in his seat to watch the show.

And the people who are physically and mentally tortured, who are sprayed with perfume and also accept the critical blow of "they don't deserve it", have nothing to love in their lives.

When Song Zechen stretched out his hand in front of Min Yunqi, the man froze for a moment, and happened to meet his gaze.

Song Zechen's eyes still had the playful smile just now, but Min Yunqi's eyes were the last few sparks in the extinguished fire, which lit up for a moment and then dimmed.

They were still arguing, although in fact it was Min Yunqi who pushed Song Zechen away unilaterally.

According to Song Zechen's usual practice, he should have been ignored, but he gently pulled Min Yunqi's wrist and sprayed a little on it. The man's hand was cold, and he even flinched a little when touched by his warm hand.

The communication between the two was only for a few seconds, and the rest of the people could not see any movement.

Song Zechen returned to his seat safely, rolled down the window to let the air in the car circulate, and he took out the phone's address book to empty the previously stored numbers.

The TV broadcast is on a normal schedule today, so they can still catch up with dinner when they come back.

Jin Shuo really simply made a few side dishes and ordered takeaway, which is considered rich.

After several hours of continuous rotation, everyone focused on eating and had no energy to discuss noisyly as usual.

"You all know the rumors on the Internet recently, just be yourself, don't let these affect your emotions."

Jin Nanjun cleared his throat and opened his mouth, referring to the black scene that they must experience every time they come back after they became famous. Everyone shouted and beat the rats crossing the street. He expressed shock at the existence of those obscenities, but he was powerless.Fang Shihe talked to him again and again, hoping to stabilize the morale of the army. After all, some people were already showing signs of fatigue visible to the naked eye.

There was silence at the dinner table, as if no one was willing to face this topic, Jin Nanjun sighed in his heart.

"Brother Nan Jun, don't worry, we will work hard and take care of ourselves." Park Jimin said kindly.

Jin Nanjun shook his head, stopped talking, put a spoonful of rice in his mouth and chewed slowly, he could barely feel the sweetness of the starch, he was just eating mechanically, tasteless.

On one side, Kim Seok Jin and Park Jimin, Jung Ho Suk and Kim Tae Yi were talking quietly.

Song Zechen naturally picked up a chopstick of food and put it in Min Yunqi's bowl. He had a habit before his debut. In order to save money, Min Yunqi ate less, Song Zechen would always pick up some of the food and put it in his bowl.

"I don't like to eat, don't do this again."

After Min Yunqi said this, he hesitated almost invisible while holding up his chopsticks, and accelerated the speed of grilling the rice.

Tian Zhengguo raised his head and quickly glanced at Song Zechen. Song Zechen didn't show any disappointment, but nodded as expected, as if he had received not a negative sentence but a leaflet, and there was still room for a word of concern.

"it is good."

"You pay attention to eating slowly."

"I'm done eating."

Min Yunqi seemed to be the first to leave the dinner table with a gesture of fleeing.

Song Zechen ate the food in the bowl quietly, but it was similar to Jin Nanjun's robot movements.

Tian Zhengguo came out of the bathroom wiping his hair.

Song Zechen was sitting upright at the desk, exuding the lemongrass scent of shower gel, writing at the desk, and noticed his movements as if there were eyes growing behind his back: "Go and dry your hair first."

"Oh." Tian Zhengguo obediently found out the hair dryer, and when his hair was dry, he stopped the noise of the hair dryer.

"Brother Yun Qi is not angry with you like that?" Tian Zhengguo threw himself on the bed and asked Song Zechen, who had his back turned to him.

The recent relationship between Min Yunqi and Song Zechen is not very good to the naked eye. To be more precise, there is a wall between Min Yunqi and others. Song Zechen tried to walk into the wall but was scolded and retreated.

They live together, and each other's emotions are easily infected with each other. Originally, the atmosphere of everyone shouting and beating on the forum made the members uncomfortable, and coupled with the low atmosphere of the whole, they also felt depressed.

Tian Zhengguo sat on the bedside and felt tired after only asking one question. In fact, Song Zechen not only deleted Min Yunqi's related software, but also deleted his and Park Jimin's. to foul language.

As a result, after Min Yunqi's incident happened, Song Zechen found them one by one and apologized one by one, saying that he shouldn't do bad things with good intentions.It was because they repeatedly stated that Song Zechen was not affected, so they were reluctant to feel guilty.

In fact, Song Zechen didn't need to do anything.Tian Zhengguo didn't dare to look at it either. Since the previous Twitter incident, he has become somewhat resistant to social networks, and the frequency of tweeting has plummeted.

Tian Zhengguo understood Song Zechen's emotional changes very well, but he found that Song Zechen was not angry in Min Yunqi's attitude, but felt panic.

What are you afraid of?

Tian Zhengguo only has some "unfathomable" clues, and Min Yunqi's state is at most a little more tired than before, sometimes he doesn't like to participate in their jokes, and occasionally he can make a few jokes and create a few funny memes.

Except for the small quarrel with Song Zechen, with a ruthless rejection.

And he originally thought that with Song Zechen's temper, he would return to the original point after being rejected a few times, but this time he was still going forward bravely.

He couldn't understand this riddle-like way of getting along.

"Aze?" Tian Zhengguo called out again.

Song Zechen didn't write any more with the pen in his hand, and looked straight ahead, not knowing what he was looking at.

Shaking his head slightly, he answered his previous question.

There was a long silence.

Just when Tian Zhengguo was about to give up and put on the quilt to sleep, Song Zechen gently covered his eyes, his voice sounded like a handful of sand had been thrown, with a shattered metallic feel: "He's not healed yet."

"I knew it."

"I should have known."

"What?" Tian Zhengguo didn't understand the endless words.

Song Zechen really didn't answer him this time, and sat there as if his soul was out of his body, and when he came back to his senses, he told him, "Go to sleep."

"Good night."

"Okay, good night." Tian Zhengguo pulled the quilt over his head, closed his eyes for a long time and then opened them to look at Song Zechen. His back was tall and straight, but it was as bleak as a black and white silent movie.

"Close your eyes, good night." Song Zechen turned around and repeated to him, smiling helplessly.

The caught Tian Zhengguo stuck out his tongue and quickly closed his eyes, but Song Zechen's appearance kept flashing in his mind, like the moonlight in the silent forest, accompanied by the helpless night deep.

"Good night."

Song Zechen walked up to him and said it again, Tian Zhengguo's vigorous energy during the day finally receded like a tidal wave, and his fingertips to brain nerves were covered with tiredness.

"Good night." He whispered back before falling asleep.