[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Let's go, stop posing, whose car doesn't know?"

Song Zechen walked up to Jin Nanjun and wanted to pull him away. Even though everyone was wrapped up like a bear in winter, he was still worried that the silly bear beside him would be recognized by others.

"Finished the exam? Is it difficult?" Realizing that what he said was too much like a parent in elementary school, Jin Nanjun still insisted on asking. He wished that Song Zechen would graduate immediately and not have to endure such academic hardship. The dark circles under the eyes of the person in front of him were worse than ever Be strong, "Is it the last one? It's a blessing."

"The exam is over. It's okay. It's the last one." Song Zechen answered one by one, "Why don't you tell me when you come to me? If I don't see you, won't we miss it?"

Song Zechen was not notified of Kim Nam Joon's trip to Seoul National University in advance.

"When I went out to relax, I stopped by Seoul National University."

Compared with the rest of the family, Jin Nanjun is less homebound, and often goes out to look for inspiration, but he may get deeper and deeper in thinking after going around for nothing. He recalled that Song Zechen was taking an exam today, so he came here to look for him.

Sure enough, seeing Song Zechen's smiling face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise along with it.

"Finally, I don't have to work so hard." Song Zechen stretched his waist and sighed.

"It's all my fault..." Jin Nanjun took over.

Song Zechen felt something was wrong: "Why did the responsibility for me staying up late to study fall on you?"

"My education has always been criticized by people. If I worked hard to go to college, everyone would not put so much pressure on you and focus everything on you..."

Jin Nanjun's eyes drooped and the corners of his mouth drooped, clearly looking serious.

Song Zechen opened his mouth and found that he couldn't form a complete language to refute Jin Nanjun who was seriously repentant.Jin Nanjun can use the logic of nine bends and eighteen bends to connect these things that are out of reach in his eyes. Is Jin Nanjun's heart full of negative emotions that are about to rot and explode? .

"Don't think too much. Going to this university is my own choice. The choice comes with responsibility. I am willing to accept it. It has nothing to do with you. Why do you take it on yourself? Many things are just that you are fine. look for a job……"

"You all think I'm looking for trouble..." Jin Nanjun smiled wryly, "But I really caused everyone a lot of trouble, like the TV a few days ago..."

Song Zechen suddenly had an unknown fire in his heart:

"Brother, how many times have I repeated the same words since I met you, but is it useful? You feel more and more lonely, blame yourself more and more, and carry the shackles on your back."

"But what Song Zechen said is not important at all. Every time I praise you, I do it sincerely. You always smile, thinking that you are just comforting you. You exclude me from your world, and I am in your eyes Is it always hypocritical..."

It's not that Song Zechen didn't notice Jin Nanjun's inexplicable loss, and the occasional frustration revealed in late-night conversations, but at that time he was too busy studying to care about him.

All the backlog of emotions brought up on this topic today came out. From Song Zechen's point of view, the situation between the two of them is nothing more than this:

Jin Nanjun felt lonely, and wanted to be a person who hid in the dark and yearned for light, but he deliberately ignored a match that Song Zechen lit. When the match was extinguished, he lit it again, and after it was lit and extinguished, Jin Nanjun still refused to look at it. The sparks burned Song Zechen's hand sorely, but no one cared about it.

Even if it is understood that this is due to Jin Nanjun's natural personality, it is inevitable that anyone who expends his hard work is ignored intentionally or unintentionally by the person concerned, and he will inevitably feel angry.Rather than being angry, Song Zechen sighed helplessly. In this state, sooner or later, Jin Nanjun would completely collapse, and at the same time, he was also disappointed that his own wishes were put on hold.

"Let's separate and calm down." Song Zechen let out a long breath, allowing the bitter cold air to enter the lungs and then reach the internal organs to stay awake, and quickened his pace.

Song Zechen reluctantly slowed down his pace until he couldn't see Jin Nanjun when he looked back, but still maintained a relatively fast pace. There was a small stone on the ground, and he kicked it on the frozen lake outside the railing in frustration. After several times, he finally lay quietly on the ice.

Song Zechen's anger has already disappeared by more than half, close to nothing.

He turned his head and looked far away, but he didn't see the figure he wanted to see. He lowered his head and walked slowly forward, climbing the grid along the lines of the square bricks.

After walking a few steps, he turned back on the spot, and just as he opened his legs, he turned back to the same direction as before.

Repeated three or four times.

"Brother, do you want to buy balloons?" A seven or eight-year-old child came straight over and interrupted Song Zechen's tangled behavior. He was dressed in a plump suit, clumsy and cute, and asked in a childish voice. A bunch of balloons followed behind him. It looked like it was tied around the wrist.

"I want bears, but you don't have them here, what should I do?" Song Zechen squatted down, the child's eyes were pitch black, round and round like juicy grapes.

"I can draw it for you." The child was confident, "As long as my brother is willing to buy it."

Song Zechen nodded, looked up at the colorful balloons, and chose the most plain one: "I want the red one."

The child untied a thread from his wrist and quickly grabbed it, slowly tore off the red balloon along the rope and hugged it in his arms, and took out a marker pen.

Song Zechen laughed.

"Why come out to sell balloons in such a cold day, won't the family worry?"

"Because I want to buy a gift for my brother, my mother said that I will give my brother a car if I pass the exam, but my brother didn't pass the exam, so the car is gone. Then I will come out and earn money to buy it for my brother."

"Does Mom know?" Song Zechen amusedly stroked the child's bangs that were blown messy by the wind, knowing that the parents must also be delicate-hearted, secretly taking care of the parents and children's face.

"Yes, my mother said that I will buy a car for my brother, and she will buy a small plane for him, so that she will not break the agreement."

"Then do you think this can make money?"

"I don't think so, no one will buy it except you."

The child did not reply after saying this honestly, and silently scribbled bear ears, nose and eyes on the red balloon with a marker.

Although the balloon is flexible after inflating, it is still risky. Children are not as careful as adults in controlling the strength.

Song Zechen hugged the child quickly when the balloon exploded, stroked his back, and comforted him in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, it's all my fault, have you been scared?"

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it wasn't the more dangerous hydrogen balloon.

The child showed deep dimples, smiled and shook his head, untied another balloon from his wrist, repeated the previous action and hugged another balloon in his arms.

Song Zechen stretched out his hand: "Let me draw, give me the pen."

In the child's clear eyes, the dimple on Song Zechen's left face was deeper than the one on the right, because he blinked while smiling: "I also want to give it to my brother."

"Oh? My brother is fine, how is your brother?" A child has a simple mind and can't help but compare things when he encounters things he likes.

"My brother..." Song Zechen wrinkled his nose. Thinking of Jin Nanjun's depression just now, he wrinkled his nose lightly, "He's not good, he can't listen to me."

"That's really bad, you can scold him and make up again." The child was a little proud, "Fortunately, my brother is very nice."

"My brother is better than you." Song Zechen compared him maliciously.

"No, you just said that your brother is not good."

Song Zechen pinched the tip of the child's nose: "I lied to you, he is the best in the world."

"What if you quarrel with your brother?" Song Zechen replied without expecting.

"I'll stop talking to him for an hour and then we'll make it up." The kid thought for a while.

"Just reconcile? Is there no process?"

"No, it's just inexplicable." The child used an advanced vocabulary.

After the words were finished and the graffiti was over, Song Zechen stuffed the marker pen into the child's chest pocket and took out his wallet: "Little merchant, our transaction is over, thank you, go back quickly, your mother is waiting there You, this money must be enough for you to buy a car for your brother."

The child wore gloves on his hand, blocking Song Zechen's hand holding the money back: "No money."

"why?"

"Because you also gave it to your brother."

The child's parents finally came over to say hello to him, held the child's hand that was not tied with a balloon, and exchanged simple greetings.The money in Song Zechen's hands was suddenly a little awkward, neither giving nor receiving.

"It's too disturbing for you. He keeps clamoring to make money and give gifts, so I let him go out and let him try..."

"I didn't sell it, I gave the balloon to this brother, but I have no money to buy a car."

"It doesn't matter, brother knows that you want to give him a gift, whether you have a car or not, you must be very happy."

Song Zechen grabbed the thread of the balloon in his hand, watched the mother and child leave, regained consciousness after a while, tied the white thread with a slipknot on his wrist, and made up his mind to go back the same way.

There were not many people on the road, probably hiding in places with comfortable heating.Song Zechen looked around while walking, and finally found Jin Nanjun's figure at a section of railing by the river.

It is tall and tall, and it seems to be shrunken.

Sometimes Song Zechen was afraid of the moment when Jin Nanjun was thinking deeply alone, because no one knew that in the moment of silence, Jin Nanjun might have completed a round of God's judgment without the help of others.

The air I had when I was arguing with the child just now disappeared like an exploding balloon.

If the former Song Zechen met the current state, he would definitely leave in annoyance without looking back. Although he didn't regret the hard work he had spent, he would shrug his shoulders and completely exclude people from his life to avoid secondary harm.

What about Song Zechen now?

It seems to be more emotional than before, becoming timid, hesitant, and tossing and turning over a small detail. He doesn't know if this is good or not, but his grandpa smiled and told him that it finally had a little more fireworks.

Song Zechen didn't think too much about this issue, Jin Nanjun turned around and looked at him, with a look of astonishment on his face, he took his hand out of his pocket and obediently put it next to the seam of his trousers.

Clumsy as a bear.

Song Zechen couldn't control his smile for a moment.

Jin Nanjun scratched his head and walked over: "I didn't ignore your words on purpose, it's just because of the importance of people close to me that I can't handle it well. There is no you in the world that needs confrontation, and you are by my side..."

Like a pupil reciting poems.

Song Zechen untied the thread and tied it to Jin Nanjun's wrist: "This gift for you is worth the price of a car."

"Ah? Oh?" ​​Jin Nanjun grabbed the thread in a panic, and worried that he would tear the thread vigorously and let go, so the balloon flew a little higher. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the red balloon, "Is there something painted on it? "

"A bear."

"Oh oh oh." Jin Nanjun nodded hurriedly, as if he was satisfied when he saw the real thing, he raised his head every three steps to confirm whether the balloon was there, for fear that it would fly away accidentally, with a pious and cautious attitude.

Song Zechen walked behind him a step behind, seeing the balloon fluttering gently in the breeze and Jin Nanjun's actions, he laughed so hard that he felt sick.

Brother, what will you do if the balloon flies away?