[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The last day of 2016 also has schedules and work.

The venue of the MBC Music Festival is outdoors. When Song Zechen heard the news, he shuddered in advance, and held the hand of Min Yunqi who was sick and absent in bed affectionately: "Brother Yunqi, wait for me, I will definitely be sick when I come back this time." Come down to accompany you."

Everyone could see Song Zechen's fear of the cold during this time, and Jin Shuozhen, who was surrounded by Min Yunqi's bed, sighed: "What is the organizer thinking about the cold weather?"

"Zechen, can you hold on?" Zheng Haoxi was worried.

Song Zechen's hand was still in contact with Min Yunqi's. Even indoors, his hand was colder than ordinary people's. Min Yunqi wrinkled his nose and said softly, "Can you do it?"

"Men can't say no!" Song Zechen withdrew his hand righteously, and told Jin Nanjun what he had been thinking all along, "Since you're all gone, you have to be sick, Brother Nanjun, think about it. Sing to me his brother's part! I haven't rapped for a long time!"

Min Yunqi almost didn't recover from his breath, kicked Song Zechen, and was caught by the person concerned again and couldn't break free. Finally, he was so angry that he lay straight on his body.

Song Zechen smiled and let go, and helped Min Yunqi tuck the corner of the quilt.

"Yun Qi, take good care of your illness and watch the live broadcast at home." Seeing that it was almost time to leave, Jin Shuozhen explained and went to prepare his own things.

Song Zechen followed the steps, searched the kitchen and the living room, returned to Min Yunqi again, and dragged a small table to Min Yunqi's bedside.

"What's wrong?" Min Yunqi, who was awakened by such a big battle, looked up sleepily.

"I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for my brother, so I put all my things here." Song Zechen put a pile of things from his arms on the table, and then arranged them neatly one by one, "The remote control, divided pills, water glasses, washed tomatoes , paper towels, trash cans on the table...I don’t think there’s anything missing.”

"You seem to be gone forever." Min Yunqi was speechless.

"Hey, baby Gu Yunqi, remember to miss me." Before Min Yunqi could react, Song Zechen slipped away wearing cotton slippers to hide his merit and fame.

"Song Zechen, are you fat?" Min Yunqi roared with the greatest strength in his outbreak.

Student Song is so energetic now, it is probably the last bit of residual heat before returning to the light.Starting from touch-ups, Cody chatted with him helplessly in the face of his pale lips: "Today, Zechen will paint your lips a little red for you, and there is no blood at all."

After the rehearsal, Song Zechen was so cold that he was about to pass out, his whole body was hot and cold, and he nodded stiffly: "Thank you sister, you can draw, otherwise you will think that the company abused me."

Find a group of people reviewing the stage after you touch up your makeup.

Zheng Haoxi carefully observed Song Zechen in the camera and smiled at him outside the camera: "Our Zechen is really cold, I am afraid that it is too cold and the movements are not in place. The strength is stronger than usual."

"How are you singing now, you can't help shaking when you speak." Jin Nanjun was concerned about the person beside him who had a bad face.

"It should be all right after dancing when it gets hot." Song Zechen stammered a few times, using all the methods he could think of to keep warm.

Some people look glamorous on the outside, but they actually have a back warmer behind their backs.

"Aze is really colder than us, his eyebrows are frozen." Tian Zhengguo looked closely at Song Zechen's coldness as if he had discovered a new world, and there were actually small ice crystals on his eyebrows.

"Zechen, don't scare me, don't turn into a fairy after a performance." Jin Taechen rushed over after hearing the sound.

"Go, go, it's the Chinese New Year and say such unlucky words." Tian Zhengguo pushed Jin Taeyi away directly.

"Brother Tae-joo is very handsome today." Song Zechen praised the extraordinarily shiny Kim Tae-joo.

"What about me?" Tian Zhengguo was full of expectation.

"You are not as handsome as Brother Taiyi today." Song Zechen lost the ability to observe words and expressions, but found that Tian Zhengguo's shoulders had slumped visible to the naked eye, and he hurriedly made amends, "But he is still more handsome than me."

"What are you guys talking about? I heard someone say I'm handsome, why are you praising me behind my back?"

With a shy voice, Jin Shuozhen yelled at the three of them quickly to prevent the eldest brother from having a chance to talk.

After the performance is over, there will be a common New Year's Eve ceremony. All men's and women's groups gather together and tremble under the camera, trying their best to maintain the last trace of dignity and beauty. Song Zechen wants to break his head and doesn't understand the meaning of the organizer. what is it.

After debuting for several years, Song Zechen's habit of bowing when he meets strangers cannot be changed.Basically, at the end of every year, the whole audience bends over with ointment on.

The pupil color of his dress this time is extremely light, like the sea blue smudged by watercolor, with a faint pink circle around the eye sockets. There seems to be a thin layer of tears in the eyes, which are reflected by the light.

The boy group junior who bowed to him and greeted him raised his head and saw his magnified visual impact. He was stunned for a few seconds and uttered a resounding sentence in his heart:

"I rely on!"

Where did the fairy come from?

Tian Zhengguo seemed to be aware of it, he stepped in sideways, turned half of his body to separate the two people's eyes: "Aze, are you still cold?"

"cold."

Tian Zhengguo saw Song Zechen's look at this moment in the eyes that focused on his face, and he also uttered a clear sentence:

"I rely on!"

"What?" The loud sound made people's internal organs vibrate, and Song Zechen couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing, nothing." Tian Zhengguo took Song Zechen by the shoulders and led him away from the group of juniors, and walked to the other side: "The wind here is a little weaker than there, you hide behind me."

"Okay." Song Zechen was led away by his brother, busy saying hello in the chaos, all the way bent over and stood in the new position.

The girl group next to them wore less clothes than them, and while chattering his teeth, he gave them a thumbs up in his heart.

Jin Shuo really wore a shirt with a big opening. Song Zechen saw that no one was better than himself, and sighed in admiration: "Brother, you are too powerful."

"My brain is frozen." Jin Shuozhen's nose was red.

"For the first time, I have such a strong desire to pick up a needle and thread to sew your neckline."

"Why are you all shorter than me? I can't find a place to block the wind." Song Zechen complained tremblingly.

"Come on, let's form a circle and stand inside Zechen." Park Jimin kindly suggested.

"Forget it, I'm not tall enough and the wind can still blow on my head, you go and play." Song Zechen's words caused the crowd who were planning to gather around to disperse.

Coincidentally, the music appeared with the bitter cold wind, Kim Tae-jun collapsed to the direct sound, Tian Zhengguo gave up expression management in the dark and shook his head, Kim Seok-jin flicked his hair wildly, Park Jimin couldn't stand up straight from laughing.

Song Zechen was already so cold that he entered a stage deeper than them in advance, and completely lost consciousness. He heard that if people die in a snowy day, they must be smiling. At this moment, his lips are also upturned uncontrollably. Si Qiaoqiao is not a few steps away.

Fanpai faithfully recorded everything and silently uploaded it to the Internet.

[Although I know they are very cold, everyone can shoot pen-hold shots and live pictures this time]

【Taixian is gone】

【Zechen's water-blue colored contact lenses and the appearance of being about to cry when the wind blows today are simply too much. It's the most popular stage since his debut. Everyone has evil thoughts about the picture of his standing sister】

【咕咔咱I really want to □□】

[There are already many wives who produce food, I am guilty, the child is so cold, I frantically call the food]

[The children are all crazy, and Tianjiuguo kicked into another family's rice shoot]

[Song Chen is really stupid enough to smile, like Fan Pudu's fairy hahahahahahahaha]

When the countdown to the new year finally sounded, the sky filled with fireworks bloomed on time, and they looked at each other and danced around in a circle to welcome the arrival of 2017.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly evacuated the stage and rushed indoors.The staff surrounded them and handed them down jackets and hot water.

"Okay, we can go back and rest for a few days." Jin Nanjun, who was familiar with the schedule, encouraged everyone.

"It's great. I want to hold my hot water bottle and thick quilt forever." Jin Tae-jin rubbed his hands and pinched his ears.

"The organizer really..."

Just as Pu Zhimin was about to speak, Song Zechen kicked him to stop him. He looked at Song Zechen's pale face suspiciously.

"It's still outside."

Song Zechen looked a little disapproving, and Park Jimin obediently made a gesture to shut up.

"Children, let's go home." The agent greeted them to get into the car.

The small environment of the car immediately caused the body temperature to rise a lot.

"2017 has come just like that." Jin Nanjun didn't have any real feeling.

"That's right, we need to work harder in 2017, and we need to reach a higher level." Jin Shuozhen can be said to be responsible for positive energy.

"Ah brother, the official speech is too boring." Tian Zhengguo rushed to the front line of dismantling the stage.

"Then what else do you want?" Jin Shuozhen gave the young lady a blank look, "My new year's wish is that the young lady can listen to me, and I have the opportunity to be a director of the company."

"Brother Shuozhen is getting a little greedy." Zheng Haoxi revealed his heart-shaped mouth unconsciously.

Song Zechen grabbed the seat of the car window, habitually put his head on the car window and didn't participate in the conversation, and kept typing something quickly with his hands on the top of the phone.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Seeing that Song Zechen didn't speak, Jin Taixi worried that his body would move closer and asked.

"It's okay, I'm a little dizzy." Song Zechen smiled and turned off the phone's page.

"Then take a good rest."

Jin Taixi didn't think too much, the speed was too fast, he only scanned the large paragraphs of English in the chat box on the page, and of course he couldn't understand it if he was shown it very slowly.

"Brother Yunqi, we're back." Park Jimin greeted him without seeing him.

"Director Asi doesn't have any focus on any scenes cut." Min Yunqi fell asleep after taking the medicine and sweated, and now his energy is much better than before they went out, and he has the strength to chat with them.

"Where's Song Zechen? Is that kid frozen stupid? I'll watch the live broadcast, each of you puffing clouds and fog to compete with gods."

Song Zechen who was named came out from behind Jin Shuozhen, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Brother Yunqi, Happy New Year."

"I will do what I say, and I will come to accompany you"

He calmly nodded to Min Yunqi, took a small tomato from his bowl and threw it into his mouth, boldly rubbed Min Yunqi's hair, but it was sticky from sweating, so he wiped Min Yunqi's hair back in disgust body.

Others who didn't understand the last sentence just thought Song Zechen hadn't recovered from the cold wind and didn't take it seriously.

Song Zechen returned to his room, washed and changed into pajamas as quickly as possible, swallowed a few pills, and calmly explained the funeral to Tian Zhengguo, who was in the same room: "I'm sleepy, go to bed first, and don't be surprised if I can't wake up tomorrow. After taking this antipyretic, it is easy to get sleepy and unable to sleep."

After speaking, he quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Tian Zhengguo put his hands on Song Zechen's forehead, and it really felt hot.