[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The night in the small park is quiet, and the hot breath of instant noodles can only block the cold wind for a moment, and quickly penetrate the curtain of hot air and get into people's collars.

"Am I crazy? I ran down to eat supper with you in the middle of the winter, and our dormitory is obviously 100 meters away."

"It's crazy that I haven't finished the book yet. My sacrifice is too great."

Min Yunqi peeled an egg and blocked the mouth of Song Zechen who lost his mind due to the cold and began to murmur: "Song Zechen, you can push me down, don't I know you yet?"

"Based on your self-control, you must have finished the review before you agreed to come out. Now it should be the second time you haven't read it. You still want to rely on me."

Song Zechen, who was exposed, touched his nose in embarrassment.

"When I was in school, I was most annoyed by bullies like you." Min Yunqi groaned and stuffed instant noodles into his mouth, complaining vaguely.

"'I don't know you yet?' Do you know me well?" Song Zechen grasped the key points of the previous words and started to tease them. Moved through.

"Maybe, maybe not." Min Yunqi bit off a piece of noodles, hesitated for a moment, and thought in a very solemn way.

Song Zechen didn't get the expected joke, and didn't know how to reply to this sentence, so he lowered his head and chewed slowly.

The street lamp was right next to the bench, giving the two of them a unique light. Tiny ice crystals fell from the sky, reminding themselves of their existence with the touch on their cheeks.

"Thank you."

Min Yunqi slowed down, swallowed the food in his mouth, and stared at the soup in the paper box.

"About the doctor."

"It doesn't look like a quack doctor. My brother's condition is better." Song Zechen nodded, and continued to sip and eat politely but quickly.

"I should have nothing to be dissatisfied with. I have won the big reward, and my parents are slowly agreeing to recognize me." Min Yunqi shrugged and said in a self-deprecating tone.

If you pull anyone over, you can send a bouquet of flowers to bless him for everything to go smoothly.

"Really?" Song Zechen answered randomly.

It was the first time that Min Yunqi openly and honestly talked about this topic with Song Zechen:

"When I was a teenager and knew I was suffering from depression, when I went out and saw the expression on my parents' sky-falling faces, I really wanted to laugh at that moment."

"Then I came to Seoul for music, and then you know everything about it, you can't take the bus after eating Jajangmyeon, you have to buy lottery tickets every week with unnecessary expectations, and you get into a car accident when you enter the company , I finally debuted and endured for so long to win a big award and still have to be scolded."

Song Zechen deliberately exhaled long, condensing into a large cloud of mist that could not be dispelled in the air: "Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." Min Yunqi magically conjured two small wine glasses from his pocket. The wine was still warm, and quickly poured a glass to Song Zechen, "Maybe late at night."

"I have said so much, and all my life experiences have been stripped away in front of you."

Min Yunqi took a sip of wine to boost his courage, and said to himself under Song Zechen's puzzled eyes: "But I realize that I don't understand you at all."

"What do you want to know about me?" Song Zechen felt puzzled.

What kind of person is Song Zechen?

Min Yunqi is vague and not very conceptual. He is a good boy in the eyes of others. He will never be a worrying existence. He is perfect enough to exclude others and can be self-consistent.But Min Yunqi always has a feeling that he can't grasp it. Obviously this person is by your side, and you can often feel the gap between him and you. Even though we have been together for so many years, Song Zechen has already opened the glass door to let them in, but he Still feel like something is missing?

Min Yunqi couldn't answer, and couldn't grasp the sporadic thoughts in his mind, so he could only blame everything on his alcoholism.

"Otherwise, brother, you asked a few questions and I answered them to deepen your understanding?" Song Zechen suggested with a smile.

"Okay, let me think about it." Min Yunqi scratched his head and was stunned by the question, but because of Song Zechen's half-smile and mocking eyes, he bit the bullet and hurriedly asked.

"Who do you think is the most precious among the members?"

"It's all precious."

"Can you only choose one?"

"Zhengguo." Min Yunqi twitched his lips when he heard this unexpected answer, it's good to be the youngest brother.

"Among the members, who do you envy the most?"

"Brother Taeyong."

"Why?" Min Yunqi was very surprised. He originally thought that Song Zechen would answer the names of Jin Suozhen or Zheng Haoxi. The open-minded attitude of these two people has always been Song Zechen's favorite.

Song Zechen didn't want to answer the reason, and Min Yunqi didn't bother to ask.

"If you start over, which member do you think you won't get along with like this?" Min Yunqi felt that he asked a nonsensical question.

"You." Song Zechen's answer was simple and capable.

"Why?" Min Yunqi turned around immediately, opened his mouth slightly in shock, and Song Zechen's appearance still seemed to be the result of serious thinking.

A layer of smile slowly appeared in Song Zechen's eyes, gradually blurred, like layers of ink paintings.

Min Yunqi realized something was wrong after a long while, and stammered: "What... why? Did you do something wrong to me? Or do you regret getting acquainted with me?"

Song Zechen upheld the principle of "Silence is golden" and filled his glass with another bottle of wine. The orange light made the liquid in the glass clear and clear. He lightly clinked glasses with Min Yunqi, and the glass collided with a crisp sound.

Min Yunqi suddenly lost the desire to pursue, he cherished the tranquility and companionship at this moment more than his past and future.

When the two of them were shivering from the cold and ran home, Song Zechen hurriedly took a shower to wash off the smell of alcohol and slipped into the bed. After getting up early, he sprayed air freshener to create the illusion that no one sneaked out last night. Tian Zhengguo slept soundly and ignorantly throughout the whole process, and when he woke up, he said "good morning" to him brilliantly, in a peaceful way.

"Chen, is this you?" Jin Nanjun came over with his mobile phone in hand, "A cameraman posted a photo on the Internet and said he accidentally discovered it when he was sorting out the memory, and asked who it was on Twitter."

"Let me see, let me see." Jin Shuozhen immediately moved his head over, more positive than anyone else.

The background is the squares that can be seen everywhere in Western Europe. The person in the photo has black hair and red lips, with snow-covered brows,

[The little brother in the picture is Eden from BTS, everyone is welcome to learn more, and it’s not a loss if you invest in it]

[Is it a 15-year-old cub, with baby fat on his face, my Song Xuechang will never come back after "Blood, Sweat and Tears"]

【Where does this pure cocoa come from】

[Maybe there will be a cooperation with Whispering Huabing? 】

[This snapshot is so good, the angel himself certified it]

"It was taken when I went to Northern Europe." Song Zechen took a look and was a little surprised.

"No, we wore long sleeves when we went to Northern Europe, and in the photo you were wearing a down jacket." Jin Shuozhen was skeptical.

"It was the time I went by myself."

Seeing that Jin Shuozhen's eyes were full of "Are you a donkey?", Song Zechen added helplessly:

"The time I broke my leg."

Now Jin Shuozhen suddenly realized, and there was a tendency to laugh again when recalling Song Zechen's horrible appearance: "So it was that time, box..."

Song Zechen handed the cup to Jin Shuozhen quickly, and he understood that the group of them can only shut up if they eat.

"Is this photographer secretly in love with you, and even sent it out on the Internet to find someone, and then a beautiful love..."

Kim Nam Joon also had the wings of imagination.

"Brother, please clear out all the Korean drama plots in your mind and come talk to me again."

This small episode was quickly ignored by Song Zechen. His endless concentration week was finally about to be liberated. Fortunately, the exam time did not conflict with their schedule, and there were even several time slots for him to sprint. Even Kim Sang-won lamented his good luck.

Song Zechen closed the pen cap and tidied up a few messy draft papers at hand. Before the exam time was over, he took off the pen cap in boredom, and propped his head to scribble on the paper, just to hear the rustling sound.

It seems that he has not had the habit of handing in papers early since elementary school. He followed the rules in a regular manner, strictly implemented all standards and regulations, and managed to be praised by adults.The premise is that the existence of the standard is irrelevant to him and does not touch his interests, then he will be happy to abide by it.Until now, this little habit has been retained by him.

In half an hour, Song Zechen had already played several games of backgammon with himself, and the students next to him were still writing hard. The invigilator seemed to have glanced at him several times, but Song Zechen's thick skin made him selectively ignore it.

The invigilator finally announced that it was time, and when the rest reluctantly got up and wanted to read the papers a few more times, Song Zechen was the first to rush up and hand the papers to the invigilator. He smiled at the teacher and went back to his seat to pack his things.

Several male classmates who passed by and came back from handing in the papers greeted him. The friendship between boys of the same age was not that complicated. In addition to Song Zechen's intentional or unintentional contact, the friendship between the classmates was enough to maintain a comfortable social circle for each other.

"What did you write so much? I thought I missed a question, so I went back and checked it again." Song Zechen asked the people around him while packing his schoolbag.

"I didn't figure out the process of filling in randomly, it was all making up."

The male classmate smiled and hooked up with Song Zechen.

"I saw that you stopped writing a long time ago. Did you know how to write or did you finish writing?"

"How much time does he have to study when he's so busy?" A male voice intervened in the conversation with a sarcasm and a hidden edge.

"is it?"

Song Zechen's smile remained the same, perfect.

The boy realized that the situation was wrong, and quickly separated them: "Don't talk about it after all the exams, we can be liberated after the last one."

Kim Sang-won happened to be outside the classroom, poking his head through the window, revealing his striking straw-blond hair. Song Zechen greeted him, then turned his head to bid farewell to the people around him: "I'm leaving first, goodbye."

"Being targeted again?"

Kim Sang-won witnessed the process just now, and gloated with a smile on his face. Since high school, Song Zechen had often been targeted. He felt that idols couldn't do anything well, a typical sour lemon mentality.

But what Song Zechen has been good at in the past ten years of his study career is to slap this kind of person in the face, and he slaps people heartily and heartily.

"No, I'm in a good mood. I think such words are very cute. It makes me feel like I'm still young and I'm still enjoying my study life."

Song Zechen answered so quickly that he almost saw through the world of mortals.

"Zechen, in your state, I suspect that you will become a monk someday."

Kim Sang-won had goose bumps all over his body because of Song Zechen's saintly glory.

"I will bless you to grow more hair in front of the Buddha after I become a monk."

"Really? Then you should become a monk!"

Kim Sang-won was kicked by Song Zechen with a smile.

"Is that Brother Nanjun?"

They walked out of the school gate, and there was a tall boy standing beside a sports car. Kim Sang-won spoke first with sharp eyes.

"What is this brother doing? Is it a car model?"

Song Zechen looked at Jin Nanjun in distaste, wearing sunglasses, an ankle-length black down jacket, and dressed like a bodyguard or a kidnapper.

"Brother Nan Jun actually came to pick you up in person by car?" Jin Sang-won's way of speaking has become more and more exaggerated recently.

"You pull it down, he doesn't have a car at all, we will definitely walk home in a while." Song Zechen had already expected his future.

Jin Nanjun also noticed this side, showing his face and smiling innocently at them, the domineering aura he had just now was completely destroyed by the simple and honest smile.

"Let's go first, see you later." Song Zechen and Jin Sangyuan said goodbye briefly, and hurried to Jin Nanjun's direction.