[Entertainment] Chen Guang

For the first time, Tian Zhengguo showed great enthusiasm for tidying up the bed, although his tidying up could not be called tidying up, he randomly piled up the sundries on his desk and shifted his position.

Song Zechen put things back in place helplessly: "Aren't you a Virgo? Why don't you have the characteristics of a Virgo in these things?"

"Selective Virgo." Tian Zhengguo shook the bed sheet to create his own words.

The movement speed of the two people was much faster. Except for Song Zechen's empty bed, the room quickly returned to order.

"OK, it's done." Tian Zhengguo clapped his hands in satisfaction, and threw himself on the bedside to press the switch. Song Zechen was immediately amused.The pull-wire star night light that was arranged on a whim in the past has finally come in handy. When he installed it, he was ridiculed countless times by his brothers when he was a girl. He was unmoved.

"It's the end of the year, and a year has passed so quickly, so fast." Tian Zhengguo looked at the stars twinkling on the ceiling and sighed.

"I'm one year older again. I heard that age will pass very quickly once the second age begins." Song Zechen accepted the words, thought for a while and then laughed at himself, "But there is no difference, I have been this old-fashioned virtue since childhood, No matter what my actual age is, everyone sees me as old."

"Where will it be! What if you say that, brother Shuozhen?" Tian Zhengguo hurt the innocent Jin Shuozhen again in desperation.

Song Zechen grinned: "Brother Shuozhen is really miserable, we always say that."

Tian Zhengguo scratched his head in embarrassment, and moved towards the middle of the bed, hoping to get closer to Song Zechen, but Song Zechen immediately moved away.He persistently leaned towards the man until Song Zechen was about to roll off the edge of the bed and couldn't help but said, "I'm as frozen as a lump of ice, why are you so close to me?"

"It just so happens that my whole body is hot." Tian Zhengguo said cheekily.

"No, you leave me alone for a while."

"You can never cover the heat by yourself, okay?"

Looking at Ueda Zhengguo's obstinate eyes for a long time, Song Zechen begged for mercy and conceded defeat, and moved in a little bit. The continuous heat from Tian Zhengguo's body was transmitted like a small sun, and his body also warmed up a lot.

"You are very afraid of the cold this winter, and your hands and feet are often cold. You have never been like this before." Tian Zhengguo and Song Zechen knew his situation well after getting along for so long, and Song Zechen's physique was particularly weak this winter.

"Maybe I didn't rest. I'm sure I'll be fine if I sleep for more than ten hours a day after the holiday." Song Zechen put his hands on his neck to warm him.

"When did you let yourself be free?" the people around complained.

"Maybe I will be free, I don't want to write songs and want to relax recently." Song Zechen opened his eyes and let go.

Tian Zhengguo moved closer, thinking he was secretly getting closer to Song Zechen's neck.

Song Zechen put his hand against his head: "Are you a puppy?"

"Like fragrance so much? I remember that Brother Haoxi smells very fragrant and you really like to cling to him."

After Tian Zhengguo was found out, he smiled, and boldly approached again: "It smells really good."

"I thought about it for a while, it should be the smell of the herbal bag. If you like it, I can ask my grandfather for more." After thinking about it, Song Zechen realized that it is impossible for a man in the 21st century to have body fragrance, it can only be stained by his clothes.

It smells good just on you, okay?

Tian Zhengguo dismissed this thought in his mind.

"Go to sleep, I'm sleepy." Song Zechen closed his eyes, his eyelashes reflected shadows on his fair skin.

"Good night." Tian Zhengguo closed his eyes.

"Good night."

After the rehearsal for the song festival stage, everyone went about their own business. Song Zechen refused Jin Nanjun's invitation to practice dance and went back to his production room to stay alone for a long time.

Park Jimin just came over from the vocal teacher, and just in time asked Song Zechen to have dinner. As soon as he opened the door, Song Zechen sat in front of the piano and a piece of music was just about to end.

"Is it a song for Tae-jin?" Park Jimin guessed after listening to the melody for a few seconds.

"Yeah." Song Zechen's hand rested on the black and white keys.

"It sounds very sweet." Park Jimin came up with adjectives to describe his feelings, and he would unconsciously put a smile on his face.

Song Zechen propped his head with one hand and randomly pressed a few notes, then raised his fingertips and lightly tapped the air on the keys.

"If only I could have as many inspirations every day as you do."

Park Jimin pouted enviously. In fact, every member was required to hand in composition assignments, but they were often called back to delete, edit, and modify, and their confidence would inevitably be weakened over time.

"If I have too much inspiration, I will be beaten back. I have a trash can full of waste manuscripts and a self-composed U disk that is useless." Song Zechen simply comforted himself with his tragic experience.

"Speaking of this." Park Jimin didn't know what suddenly came to his mind, and excitedly pulled a stool and sat down and winked at Song Zechen, full of gossip, "Aren't Tae and I writing songs in Brother Nanjun's production room?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Brother Nan Jun's computer is often poisoned and crashes. Tae-joon once shut down the computer without saving the files. He is really too much hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Park Jimin patted his thigh desperately and burst into tears.

Before his debut, Jin Nanjun's computer was often taken care of by the company's technical brother due to various problems of blue screen of death, so that for a long time, the technical brother would understand Jin Nanjun's call and rush to him, "Okay You don’t need to tell me, I will understand everything later and then I’ll fix it later.”But sometimes I can't bear it anymore and I will hate iron and steel against Jin Nanjun, "Can't you just look for links without viruses?".At that time, the door of the production studio was wide open, the company was poor, and the sound insulation of the place they were looking for was not good. The whole building almost heard this heart-piercing question, so many people greeted Jin Nanjun in the same way, "Nanjun Have you found any virus-free ones today?"

"Brother Nan Jun is full of vigor..." Song Zechen sighed in admiration.

"Next time I go with Taiyi, you come with me. I have something to ask you."

"Is it Nanjun's studio?"

"Well, your production room is too small." Park Jimin looked at the room with enough space for one person and two people with distaste, "It's because you packed so many things."

"When the room was divided, this room was abnormally small. Do you want other brothers to use it?"

"Our Zechen is so good, brother earns money to buy you a big one." Park Jimin tried to make a move, pinching Song Zechen's face with his hands.

"I'm not a young lady. Don't pour my brother's love on me. Besides, I get more copyright fees than you." Song Zechen grabbed Park Jimin's little fleshy hand, squeezed it backhand, and put it down in disgust, "Everything No more meat."

"Yeah, Song Zechen, I'm your brother."

"Yeah okay, Brother Jimin, what are we going to have for dinner?" Song Zechen mentioned the weak and helpless Park Jimin, grabbed his neck and spread the weight of his body on him, and walked out.

Park Jimin was surrounded tightly and instantly lost his ability to be angry and think: "No... I don't know, do you want to eat bibimbap?"

"Yeah, okay, I'm fine." Song Zechen perfunctory as always.

The night of the day was probably the most speechless moment for Song Zechen, because Jin Tan couldn't sleep in his own bed for several days, but Tian Zhengguo's bed.

But the maknae's dreadful sleeping position makes him either half-hanging on the edge of the bed or entangled in the shackles of an octopus every day when he wakes up.Turning around, Tian Zhengguo's angelic face as usual made him unable to destroy flowers with cruelty. After a few nights, Song Zechen had dark circles under his eyes due to restless sleep. When he left the room, he still had to accept Jin Nanjun's vague scrutiny and murmurs " God, is Zhengguo so powerful?"

Song Zechen put Jin Nanjun on the death list without hesitation, and wanted to kill him with a knife.

"I will sleep well today and not move around." Tian Zhengguo swore to the worried Song Zechen, pointing to the sky.

Song Zechen almost believed it.

Tian Zhengguo kept a sleeping posture of a primary school student with a guilty conscience, but after his consciousness became blurred, the fragrance from Song Zechen's body made him habitually wrap his hands around it like a doll.And what a simple and rare wish and opportunity to sleep together, how could he give up.

A long time ago, Song Zechen didn't sleep with him very much. When he first came to Seoul, he often slept together, but now it is becoming more and more impossible.

It doesn't matter.

A philosopher once said: Opportunities are created by ourselves.

He secretly opened a crack in the door without anyone noticing, and the god-assisted gold carbon sent by God could touch in and successfully complete his plan.And he only needs to secretly send the grateful eyes of his good comrades to the golden carbon that Song Zechen hugged in the morning when he just woke up.

Thank you for getting up so early to check in here.

Thank you for being such a soft spot for Azer's sheets.

Thank you Brother Tae for bringing you back.

I will take Brother Tae to the top and treat you to dog food. You are welcome. This is what your youngest uncle should do.

"Aze, Aze?" Tian Zhengguo waved his hands in front of Song Zechen's sleeping face and called a few times.

The other party did not respond.

He tiptoed out of the bed, walked to the door with bare feet, and turned the doorknob, and was about to succeed...

"Jungkook, what are you doing?"

Song Zechen's gentle voice sounded like thunder in Tian Zhengguo's ears at this moment, comparable to the head teacher he met when he secretly played with his mobile phone in class, and the principal he met when he was talking gossip after class.

It’s over.

These words flashed in Tian Zhengguo's mind.

He turned around, Song Zechen sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile, turned on a bedside lamp, under the dim yellow light, Song Zechen's eyes shone with faint wolf-like light.

"I'll open the door for some air." Tian Zhengguo wanted to slap himself when he said this.

If he said he planned to go out to drink water or go to the toilet, he could persist for a while under Song Zechen's questioning, and now he didn't need to explain anything and was completely exposed.

"Really? It's my existence that makes you too breathless, so you need to get up quietly in the middle of the night to exchange the fresh air outside. Ai Yigu is really hard work for our country." Song Zechen was wearing cotton at the moment The soft pajamas smiled harmlessly and had a kind face.

Tian Zhengguo quickly lowered his head and ran to the bedside, grabbed Song Zechen's clothes and burst into tears: "Ah Ze, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't be obsessed with making a devil's deal with Tan Ni."

"Okay, is it embarrassing to cry like this when you're an adult?" Song Zechen smiled and pulled back his pajamas that were about to be pulled off, and rubbed Tian Zhengguo's hair, "Go to sleep, what's the matter? I'll talk about it tomorrow morning." .”

Get up in the morning and kill me.

Tian Zhengguo cried even more mournfully when he heard the news.

"Are you still asleep?"

Song Zechen added a question plainly, revealing endless threats and killing intent.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep."

Tian Zhengguo didn't dare to annoy this fairy anymore and rolled onto the bed in a hurry, and opened his mouth to try to gain some sympathy for himself with a crying voice, "Aze, listen to me..."

"Okay, let's sleep..."

Song Zechen left him with a cold, ruthless and cruel back, which looked like a stone tablet with the words "You are doomed".

The so-called same bed with different dreams is probably the case.

Tian Zhengguo broke out in a drop of cold sweat under the thick blanket.