[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After playing songs, there are only some performances and the itinerary of flying back and forth between Japan and South Korea.

We finally have a slight breathing space.

Those who can go home take advantage of the opportunity to go home quickly, and those who cannot go home also try to find fun to relax themselves.

"Ze Chen, do you want to go out with us?" Park Jimin planned to go to the playground with Kim Tae-soo and Tian Zhengguo, eat, drink, have fun and maybe spend the night outside.

"I'm not going, let me catch up on sleep." Song Zechen didn't sleep at all last night, and now his temples are aching.

"Alright then." Tian Zhengguo felt sorry.

"Have fun." Song Zechen rubbed the maknae's head.

"That's the calculation, you and Brother Yunqi are left at home." Park Jimin took stock of everyone's whereabouts. According to Jin Suojin, Min Yunqi has not left the room since he came back early this morning.

"Well, you guys have fun." Song Zechen didn't care much.

"You have to remember to eat." Jin Shuo really worried as he was about to go home.

"Good good."

When people left in a hurry, the living room instantly became deserted.Song Zechen simply cleaned up the tea table and couldn't wait to go back to bed to sleep peacefully.

Sleep till dusk.

Song Zechen ran to the living room and poured himself a glass of water. The setting sun shone on his body, his whole body was orange, and he felt a strong sense of alienation.

When he turned his head, the door of Min Yunqi's room, which had been closed since the morning, opened a crack.

With excellent eyesight and angle, Song Zechen managed to catch a glimpse of the figure inside.

Thin, sleepy, hopeless.

Like the last little beast left alone.

Min Yunqi buried his face deeply in his palm, trying hard to restrain the inexplicable nausea and bloody smell coming from his esophagus.

The darkness in front of his eyes amplified his hearing, as if someone walked into his room, with restrained footsteps and unsteady breathing.

There was only one other person at home besides him.

Song Zechen walked up to him, knelt down beside his legs, tugged at his trousers lightly, his voice trembled slightly, and mustered up a lot of courage before he said: "Brother, let's see a psychiatrist .”

Pressing his eyes hard for too long before, when he looked up at first glance, his eyes were pitch black, crackling and sporadic sparks exploded, it took Min Yunqi a long time to let his eyes adapt to the surrounding environment, and he could see everything around him and the people in front of him clearly.

He turned his eyes back to the little hairpin on Song Zechen's head. When he was young, he heard from the old man in his hometown that he must be a smart kid with such a hairpin.

Coincidentally, he met Song Zechen, a smart kid who was too well-behaved and transparent.

He spoke dryly, harshly: "What? Do you think I'm sick?"

"No, I know brother is taking "medicine". Let's find a better doctor to see if it's okay." Song Zechen hurriedly explained, for fear of irritating something.

Min Yunqi felt very uncomfortable with this way of treating fragile items, and regretted it in his heart.On the one hand, his cold tone was intentional, but on the other hand, he simply couldn't control his emotions sometimes. He hated this feeling, hated the feeling of angering the innocent Song Zechen.

Min Yunqi took a deep breath, and changed his chatting posture to speak.

"You've been in a good mood recently."

"Laughing happily, I don't like to dig into the horns anymore, and I am more open-minded in thinking about problems than before."

They have been together for so many years, Min Yunqi thinks that he knows this person very well, Song Zechen is in the best state since he met him, he is frank and free from outside influences, he can even enjoy himself during the exhausting schedule.He was no longer walking on thin ice before his debut, and was so bright that it hurt his eyes.

Song Zechen lowered his head and didn't respond, and Min Yunqi didn't expect him to respond, and continued talking on his own.

"Song Zechen, I'm just a swamp right now, gurgling with disgusting bubbles, my heart is full of vicious thoughts, sooner or later I will destroy myself and the people close to me."

"As a smart person, you should stay away from me and avoid me like you did at the beginning, understand?"

"Damp", rotten, muddy.

Clean, vibrant, beautiful.

Why do you have to reject Song Zechen again and again?

Min Yunqi has seen many examples.

Those who yearn for redemption grasp the last hope around them and cling to it like a straw.In the beginning, that person must have been very willing, but later on, after a period of time, his soft heart was smoothed out, and his pessimistic thinking, which was different from ordinary people, could not be understood by the public. Blindly pouring out the darkness made others also stained with dust. In the end, he couldn’t help but to protect himself Live wanting to leave.

So "forced" him away with cold words, and kept the only decency.

Emotions are worn out.

It's better to go back to the original point, everyone is a stranger, there is no relationship between giving and rewarding, there will be no regrets, no regrets.

"Are you still thinking that I didn't like being with you at first?" Song Zechen forced a smile, not knowing how to answer, so he changed the subject at will.

"Because we are not in the same way." Min Yunqi ignored the leak in his heart, and found out the most indifferent words with all his heart.

Song Zechen's eyes were red, but no tears fell, but anyone who took a look would be overwhelmed by the flood of sadness inside.

"Why did you learn to fake cry besides fake smile?" Min Yunqi moved his eyes away in a panic, clenched his fists, and joked dryly.

Silence spread quietly like water in an overturned glass.

In the air, Song Zechen's breathing was broken, with the feeling of continuous flooding, the calm and turbulent waves under the evening sun.Accompanied by Min Yunqi's slightly shortness of breath, it was as if a scarlet curtain had been opened, with an overwhelming sense of suffocation and despair.

"Get out." Min Yunqi couldn't stand this kind of atmosphere, let alone the unconcealable grief of the people around him, if he stayed for another second, the physical reaction caused by the psychological discomfort made him want to spit out all his internal organs.

Song Zechen didn't move.

"Let's go out." Min Yunqi knew what method was the most effective to deal with Song Zechen.

Sure enough, Song Zechen stood up staggeringly, bowed his head all the way, could fall at any time, walked out of the room maintaining a strange balance, and gently closed the door.

The moment the door "clicks" shut.

Min Yunqi's highly tense muscles suddenly relaxed, and his back was bent into an arch bridge, replaced by exhaustion that ached from the nerve endings.

He stiffened his legs, stood up mechanically, looked around in a daze, not knowing where to go but found nowhere to go, left the seat, slid down against the door panel, touching the floor with his hands, hoping to take away the last trace of burning body with the coolness energy.

Slowly and completely extinguished, and completely cooled down.

10 minutes, 10 minutes two, 10 minutes three

It's his favorite way to pass the time now.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, Min Yunqi didn't expect Song Zechen to go back, but he didn't have the energy to stand up and open the door again

I did the right thing.

he told himself over and over again.

The person outside the door seemed to understand what he was thinking, so he didn't bother with him, and his voice fell silent.

But in the dark, Min Yunqi always felt that that person hadn't left, and that he could still perceive the other person's existence through a door, a blurred entity, a warm to fiery sense of existence.

He curled up his legs, staring blankly at the clock next to the bookshelf directly opposite, the second hand turned around to the minute hand.

Sure enough, the person outside the door did not leave, and there was another quiet knock on the door, which seemed to remind him of something.

Then a note was stuffed in through the gap between the door and the floor, just one centimeter away from Min Yunqi's fingertip.

Min Yunqi felt as if he was so far away from the thin paper, although he hesitated, he couldn't resist picking it up out of curiosity.

a lottery ticket.

An old friend, before his debut, he often bought a copy after work and became his sustenance.After debuting, I was too busy and lost the leisure and happiness I stole.

930309 filled in with numbers.There are no pictures, just a small heart.

On his birthday a long time ago, Song Zechen sent him a similar one, except that there was an extra sentence of making a wish.

Min Yunqi couldn't understand the significance of Song Zechen's actions at this time.

Soon another lottery ticket was stuffed in, and he picked it up.

The number 100802.I started to have patterns, and I drew people coming and going in the hospital, and two little people sitting on chairs.

Min Yunqi recalled it without thinking too much, this was the first time they had serious contact, thanks to his stomachache and the hospital that was never absent, they did not miss the opportunity to really understand each other.

Immediately afterwards, lottery tickets were stuffed in like an unfolding secret forest.

The number is time, and there are only a few strokes in the pattern. Some of the time is too long, either vivid or blurred, and imprinted with time. Min Yunqi needs to try hard to recall what happened that day.

The number 100815.In the practice room, two villains cross-legged as if angry, with a bottle of water in the middle.

The beginning of their open heart.

He intentionally made Song Zechen angry, and for the first time he had an unnamed love for this person. The two hedgehogs tried to get along with each other.

The number 121030.Two people were walking on a long snowy street, and one person was holding food in his hand.

It was a box of rice cakes, the first time Song Zechen expressed his desire to debut with him.

The number 130612.debut stage.

The number 131220.He has appendicitis.

One person was sitting and the other was lying on the stomach on the hospital bed, which was one of the few soft ones.

The number 150204.Japan trip for two.

Being rowdy isn't a bad thing, and they're serious about relaxing in front of each other.

161110, the number of the lottery has come to this day.

A little man is grabbing another man's face.

Big one word:

"Silly!"

Min Yunqi rubbed his sore nose, the lottery tickets around him were scattered all over the place, including everything they had walked hand in hand, so it turned out that they had already experienced such a long company.

He stroked the imprint left by Song Zechen's strength on the back of the paper, which showed how aggrieved the writer was, and he explained and emphasized helplessly.

I was right, it's good for both of us.

There was no movement outside the door, Min Yunqi sniffed, and began to tidy up one by one, unknowingly his vision was blurred, he wiped, the moisture all over his face was continuously produced, and he couldn't even wipe it clean.

The people outside the door must still be there, Min Yunqi sometimes feels that it is because of this confidence that he can force himself to face him with a moment of childishness when he is young and mature.

Song Zechen helped him a lot, he can no longer be a selfish person and drag him into the abyss.

The last lottery ticket is passed in.

Number blank.I drew a swamp, and the edge of the swamp was full of flowers and plants. It should have been a desolate scene, but the painter drew a colorful and gorgeous scene.There is a small sign next to the swamp that says "waing".

What is there to warn about?

Min Yunqi rolled over on his back, a drop of tear pattered on the paper and quickly spread out, he had to work hard to see the content on the paper clearly.

Song Zechen's handwriting stretches teeth and claws, dragons and phoenixes dance, but the connection between the strokes is gentle and strong:

"Don't be so self-righteous."

"Being together is a thousand times better than being apart."