[Entertainment] Chen Guang

I slept very restlessly all night.

Song Zechen woke up from the heat in the middle of the night, sat up in the dark dazedly, his whole body felt uncomfortably hot, and the scorching breath he exhaled made him dizzy.

He carefully turned on the lamp beside the bed, and the alarm clock indicated four o'clock in the morning.Tian Zhengguo was sleeping soundly on the other bed, a hillock bulging in the pitch black.

He lifted the quilt silently, took a sip of cold water to quench his thirst, and the cold liquid temporarily relieved the suffocating heat.Song Zechen stuck the glass to his face, put it down, walked to the sofa, buried his face in his hands, and gasped heavily.

Jin Nanjun in the room heard the slight movement and went out, and when he approached Song Zechen, he immediately realized that something was wrong with this person.The whole body exuded an unusual heat, and he couldn't restrain his breathing.

He tentatively touched Song Zechen's body temperature, and his heart ached.

"Zechen, why is the fever so severe? Let's go to the hospital!"

At this time, Song Zechen didn't even have the strength to refuse, so he tried his best to support Jin Nanjun to stand up.

"What's the matter?" Min Yunqi was in good spirits after sleeping for a whole day, and the sporadic noises outside were also louder than usual, so he easily got up to check.

"Zechen has a fever, I'll take him to the hospital."

Min Yunqi frowned at Song Zechen's appearance: "I'll go with you."

"Brother, don't go until you're sick."

"I'm fine, one more person to take care of him."

Jin Nanjun glanced at Song Zechen beside him who was burned unconscious, and reluctantly agreed with Min Yunqi's reason.

When they got to a bright place, the two of them were able to see Song Zechen's current appearance clearly. His cheeks were flushed abnormally, his lips were dry and peeled, and his muscles were trembling unceasingly.

The taxis at night were wandering around on weekdays, but they didn't work when the critical moment came. It took a long time to stop a car and enter the emergency department of the hospital.

Song Zechen didn't know whether he was burnt down and let himself go, or he used the stolen time to shrink back into his shell and reject the outside world. He behaved as quiet and well-behaved as a child in his mother's arms, and followed their footsteps in a daze.

The only difference is probably that there is no crying.

"It's burning really badly, let's hang up the water first." The doctor typed a few lines into the computer, beating and beating, making Jin Nanjun feel anxious.

"Thank you." He bowed impatiently, his legs bumped into the corner of the table without knowing the pain, and he hurriedly ran outside.

"Brother, I'll go and pay, you stay here and watch Zechen." After Jin Nanjun explained to Min Yunqi, he consciously went to run errands.

"Are you okay?" Min Yunqi handed the plastic disposable water cup to Song Zechen.

Song Zechen seemed to come back to his senses at this moment, took a light sip, nodded and shook his head, his tonsils were swollen, and it became difficult to speak.

"If I knew it earlier, it would be better to come to the hospital directly when I felt something was wrong at first, than to trouble you at this time." Song Zechen smiled and spoke forcefully but in a low voice.

"Song Zechen, what are you talking about?" Min Yunqi couldn't get angry after hearing Song Zechen's extraordinarily good distinction between you and me, and he couldn't scold him when facing the state of the people around him. , I was inexplicably angry with myself.

Jin Nanjun came over and saw this scene, sighed helplessly, pulled Song Zechen up, and winked at Min Yunqi: "Let's go."

The drips from the hanging bottle slowly penetrated the skin on the back of the hand along the injection needle to produce a cool feeling. Song Zechen raised his head to observe the drop by drop of the medicine falling, which was quite interesting. All the scenes in his mind now are like montage shots in a movie, hazy and extended At that time, the human voice seemed to float from afar.

He withdrew his gaze, surrounded a circle of people with different expressions, and finally fell on the face of Min Yunqi who was sitting opposite and waiting.

He tentatively raised the corners of his mouth slightly, the flowers around his lips gradually bloomed, and his eyebrows stretched.

Min Yunqi, who was originally depressed, was suddenly hit by this smile, and the sourness that came from nowhere replaced the annoyance just now. He didn't know where Song Zechen came from such a strong infectious sadness. Buried in his actions, and uncontrollably distributed in the occasional glimpse.

"Don't be angry." Song Zechen drank a lot of water, his throat became much smoother, he pressed it out from his lips and tongue, and gently shook Min Yunqi's clothes corner with his hands without needles, like a fawning child.

Min Yunqi quickly lowered his head to hide the mist gushing out of his eyes.

When Jin Nanjun came back after completing all the formalities, Min Yunqi was already asleep, Song Zechen lowered the back of the seat and lay on his side, his face was expressionless, typing on the phone quietly, his blinking speed seemed to be much slower.

"Don't look at your phone if you're not feeling well."

"Ah."

"Why don't you say it's hard?" Jin Nanjun patted Song Zechen's head distressedly.

Song Zechen seemed to be in a daze, or because he was embarrassed to avoid the conversation, he remained silent, and finally only smiled with him with his lips pressed together.

"Our Zechen is like a child when he gets sick."

Jin Shuozhen joked to Song Zechen who came back from the hospital and became more energetic after a while.

"It's because I have a sore throat and can't speak." Song Zechen repeated many times to explain his lazy reaction.

"Brother Haoxi is eating porridge today, the third day of the New Year?" Park Jimin went to the kitchen to look for food and inspect today's meals.

"The porridge is for Zechen, do you want to drink it yet?" Zheng Haoxi rolled his eyes at the troublesome younger brother.

"Then I don't want to drink yet." Park Jimin replied habitually, but immediately lowered his head under Zheng Haoxi's serious gaze.

"I was wrong."

"Is Zechen still okay?"

Forget it, Pu Zhimin didn't see Song Zechen for more than a few hours in the past three days. Song Zechen was either in the hospital or the door was closed to recuperate. He was embarrassed to disturb him.

"Usually, I hardly get sick, but when I get sick, I get so sick. Let's take it easy for a week." Zheng Haoxi sighed invisibly.

"Go and call Zechen over for dinner."

"Okay." Park Jimin, who had just taken orders, walked out of the kitchen and met Song Zechen, who was fully dressed and ready to go out, in the connected living room.

"Zechen, are you going out?" Jin Shuozhen stood up and asked Song Zechen, who was still sick, knowingly and disapprovingly.

Do you want my brother to send you?

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Going to pick up my friend."

"Give the porridge to Brother Jimin."

Song Zechen didn't give them too much time to react. Regardless of Park Jimin's cry of "Zechen, how can you do this", he closed the door with a "bang", walked out of the community with his hands in his pockets and bowed his head, and stopped a taxi.

There are people coming and going at the airport, and there is a trace of a plane crossing the blue sky on the horizon.

Song Zechen has always felt that airports have the same flavors as hospitals, tired, neat, happy, and sad, with complex and intertwined flavors, and he doesn't have much love for them.

Worried about being discovered, he didn't wait at the exit with everyone, but found a corner seat and sat down and started texting on his cell phone.

After a while, the lower part of a khaki woolen coat appeared in his eyes.

Song Zechen stood up and took one of the boxes from the man's hand, and naturally stood up beside him.

"Let's go, go to the hotel you booked first."

He waved to stop a car and got on it, but the driver took a few glances at the two of them.

The atmosphere between the two people is very subtle, they say they are friends but the tone of their speech is not very enthusiastic, and there is a sense of alienation.There are more opponents who can be called years of competition, and the words are exchanged with each other.

"Are you sick?" The man's hand covered Song Zechen's, which was as cold as it was a few days ago, and Song Zechen immediately withdrew his hand when stimulated by the cold.

The man didn't care, and moved his hands back to his knees.

"Well, I had a fever a few days ago." Song Zechen's voice was still a little hoarse, and he took out a scarf from the bag on his back and gave it to the man, "You also pay attention, the weather in South Korea is different."

The driver kept glancing backwards through the rearview mirror, so frequent that even Song Zechen noticed.Presumably, based on the communication between the two, they have made up a love-hate drama. The degree of complexity is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Otherwise, how could they change their expressions from time to time, and the depth of their involvement in the drama is jaw-dropping.

Song Zechen really wanted to remind him not to think too much, but considering that it is human nature to gossip, and the driver can't make a mistake by focusing on the critical road section immediately, he simply smiled and let him go.

"How many days do you want to stay here?" Song Zechen asked with a smile.

"Stay until you are willing to go back with me." The other party's voice was as cold as a human's.

"Why are you angry with me and yourself?" Song Zechen turned his face, with a mocking tone.

"I know your character will not leave the team behind at this time, but the contract has a time limit, and anything is possible after it expires."

No one spoke anymore, the driver's eyes lingered on the faces of the two of them in the mirror, and he coughed a few times to break the calm.

"Hey, this foreign friend speaks Korean really well."

"Do as the Romans do."

I thought no one would pay attention to him, but now I heard the answer, the driver suddenly got excited and raised his voice: "Welcome, welcome, I will ask your friend to take you out for a walk to experience our scenery for a few days. Am I right......"

The chat partner was led to Song Zechen by the way.

Song Zechen was suddenly caught by the cue, and nodded reflexively for a moment.

"That's right, let foreign friends feel our enthusiasm." The driver must be very satisfied.

Song Zechen couldn't laugh or cry.

"You are still the same as before, always soft-hearted about useless things."

The man switched to English that the driver could not understand, looked straight ahead, the smile on the corner of his mouth was not high, and his tone was even a little contemptuous.

Song Zechen didn't speak, and turned his head to look out the window at the rapidly moving scenery, the distance between him and the people next to him was getting bigger and bigger.

After unloading the luggage, Song Zechen couldn't wait to see off the once-in-a-thousand-year screenwriting talent while the driver said "I met a weird passenger today and you can join me in the future bragging incident".

"Do you remember what you promised me before?" Bingzhuzi's voice was still beside him.

"Okay, Alan, do you want to make me angry?"

Song Zechen raised his eyes.

This sentence is like a charm.

Expressions of helplessness, joy, etc. flashed across the man's face, which was more vivid than the indifferent paper face before. If the driver was there, he would definitely stare out his eyes in surprise, thinking that he was in a dream.

"Eden, you're always like this," he said through his teeth, fluttering like a feather.

Song Zechen felt a tickle in his throat and coughed a few times.