[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Helping Alan settle everything, Song Zechen sank into the sofa and huddled up to rest. He was still recovering from a serious illness, and he could gasp for breath whenever he moved, and sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Would you like afternoon tea?" Alan put his hand in front of him to signal him to get up.

"Okay." Song Zechen used his strength to stand up.

The two randomly found a coffee shop with a quiet environment near the hotel, and Song Zechen took off the stuffy black mask to take a few breaths of fresh air.

The waiter who ordered the food secretly peeked at them several times, Song Zechen smiled at Alan knowingly.

Alan's appearance is the chiseled appearance that Westerners often have, with deep-set eye sockets and a high-bridged nose.His light gray eyes are shrouded in a layer of mist all the year round, like a model with a cold face in a magazine, his eyes are full of deep indifference.

Handsome coldness can probably be forgiven.

"You know what I'm going to do in Korea." Straight to the point.

"I know, traveling, shopping, visiting scenic spots." Song Zechen pretended to be a fool with first-class skills, flipping through the menu and not making any eye contact with the person opposite.

"I want these, thank you." He closed the menu, thanked the waiter politely, and looked at Alan.

"Then you also know that I don't want to talk about these things. My determination has been so obvious, and you still haven't given up after debuting for so many years."

He purposely hid the news from the person in front of him for a while when he made his debut, in order to make him completely give up and not make fearless struggles.

They have known each other for a long time, and like his commanding position, he is also used to leading the overall situation in life, and they have become each other's best friends because of disagreements and quarrels many times.Song Zechen didn't want his journey to cause unpleasant conflicts.

The desserts ordered came out quickly, stopping the brief confrontation between the two.

Alan looked coldly at Song Zechen, who was avoiding talking, and spoke after he finished half a glass of drink.

"I've listened to all the albums from your debut to now, and the members participated in the production, which is a very good selling point."

"It seems different from other combinations. It's pretty good."

"I know you've been writing songs too, but what's interesting is that in the producer column, it seems that your name is usually at the bottom of the list, or there is no such person."

"Eden, where are all the songs you wrote?"

Alan's question was very soft, with a gently rising tone, but it hit Song Zechen's heart, making him burst into a wry smile.

The people in front of him are still so good at guessing people's hearts.

"Since we started learning music together, the teacher said that your composition is particularly aura in one aspect, compared with the creation of other themes, it seems ordinary."

"The same situation happened when you moved to pop music. Maybe you can achieve a good name if you specialize in one? But Eden, you know better than me that the style you are best at doesn't match the project of BTS, right? "

In the large section of the text, Song Zechen buried his head in ruining the cake in front of him, and the original delicate presentation became completely unrecognizable.

Alan didn't care about the non-cooperation of the person opposite, and lightly threw out the last question.

"Your song will not appear in the album and cannot be heard by everyone. The company does not lack your talent."

"Eden, tell me, don't you feel unwilling at all? Are you really so calm?"

Song Zechen put down the fork, and the iron and ceramics collided with each other, making a crisp sound.His lips were murmured, and he lowered his eyes with great effort and said:

"Have."

How could it not be?

The tunes were returned again and again for revision but could not be published, and the backlog of scrap manuscripts in hand was increasing.The most depressing thing for creators is probably their own works.He is not a saint whose mood is so high that he sees through everything. He will also sigh at the music that no one cares about, smile wryly at the inspiration that cannot be recognized as rubbish, and once had the idea of ​​​​letting it go.

Since he was a child, he had been confident in himself, and even in some specific areas, his arrogance was well concealed by his politeness. Alan understands him, so he also understands how hard it is for him to be rejected, not to mention not one but most of them.A lot of times he really goes into a dead end of doubt.

Alan got the answer he expected, smiled and changed his posture slightly to control the overall situation.

"Dancing into the company, training rap for many years and then switching to vocal, and finally debuted singing, it sounds good to be called omnipotent, but you yourself know how vague your position is?"

"You are obviously such a proud person, tell me what are you still insisting on?"

He leaned forward slightly, staring at Song Zechen's clean and haggard face, he really couldn't figure it out before he asked this question.

Song Zechen remained silent for a long time, and the piano music in the coffee shop was particularly melodious at this moment, with notes falling one after another to fill in the blank space.

Alan didn't feel embarrassed, picked up the coffee in hand, raised his eyebrows and waited for the reaction of the person opposite.

"I like the stage is the reason I stay."

"You've debuted for so many years and you've had enough stage addiction. What I'm waiting for is your choice when the contract expires."

"You really know me very well." Song Zechen said with a light smile, looking around him.

I wanted to persuade him to go back, but I didn’t use reasons such as “Idol is not a good job” or “Leave a good future to get injured”, but relied on my understanding of him to firmly grasp his troubles and launch an attack .

"Of course I'm the one who knows you best."

Alan accepts it as soon as he sees it, and is not in a hurry to pester Song Zechen for an answer.

Song Zechen twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be thirsty, and put the cup in front of him and kept the straw in his mouth, so that he didn't have to answer.

Not a pleasant afternoon tea.

When Song Zechen was sent to the taxi, Alan returned the scarf to him: "I have time to meet with your members?"

"What is there to meet, you don't need to get to know each other." Song Zechen took back the scarf angrily, and waved goodbye.

It is the consensus of the dormitory that Song Zechen is not in a high mood after picking up friends.

He always smiles lightly, seems to have something hidden in his heart, and is distracted from time to time. He sits at the desk and reads for a long time, but the pages of the book have not been turned.Especially when Min Yunqi heard that the friend who came to Korea was called Alan, he frowned and finally found Song Zechen's few close friends from his dusty memory.

Situations happen.

They think a lot, such as quarreling with friends?For example, if a friend asks him to borrow money, he is embarrassed to refuse?For example, when a friend’s career is frustrated, he feels the same way?

But even if you kill them, you won't realize that it's actually friends who want to poach their corners.

"Zechen, is your friend coming to Korea to play?" Park Jimin pretended to bring up this topic casually.

Song Zechen swallowed a large handful of pills and swallowed them with boiling water, and gave a low "hmm".

"Would you like to have a meal together or something? Let's treat him to a meal when we have time." Park Jimin has everyone's ghosts in his heart, and throws out the purpose of chatting.

"Do you want to eat together? I don't think it's necessary?" Song Zechen put down the water glass and arranged the sundries on the table neatly.

Park Jimin was speechless at such a rejection, and looked for help from the people around him. Tian Zhengguo secretly twisted Jin Shuozhen's waist to imply that he should get back the words quickly.

"Why is there no need? My brother told you that when your friend came to Korea, he didn't know the place well and only knew you, and everything depended on you. Since this is the case, as brothers, of course we have to help and do our best to be the landlord. This is called social life! Do you understand?"

Jin Shuozhen quickly rapped out a seemingly orderly but illogical sentence, hoping to confuse Song Zechen's judgment ability with speed.

Tian Zhengguo sensibly covered up: "That's right, Aze, you are still too young."

The young Song Zechen was suddenly told by the young lady that he didn't care much and shrugged. Since he was ill, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak. In order to protect his voice, he usually replied with simple tone words. People cannot distinguish emotions.

Did you agree or not?

Everyone made eye contact in confusion.

"Ze Chen, let's go and book a restaurant." Zheng Haoxi made a final decision cleverly.

"Let's eat western food, isn't he a foreign friend?" Jin Tae-soo sang and cooperated tacitly.

"I'll order it, and I'll take care of it." Jin Shuozhen assured that, and the topic ended like this.

"By the way, after returning from the holiday, the album is almost out, and we are going to start practicing new choreography." Zheng Haoxi is responsible for conveying the instructions of Teacher Sun Chengde.

"I'm going to learn to dance again." Jin Nanjun cried and wailed.

"You know what kind of dance the song you write will be made into." Zheng Haoxi teased.

"'Spring Day' was written by Namjoon when he was waiting for his friends in the park, it's great!" Park Jimin gave a thumbs up.

"Zechen and I have been writing for so long and finally we decided to adopt Brother Nanjun." Jin Taiyi put his arms around Song Zechen's neck, jumped on his back, and acted affectionately.

Song Zechen was already kneeling, but when Jin Taechen came behind him, he understood his plan, so he firmly supported Jin Taechen, and patted him lightly and non-threateningly, warning: "Remember to tell me next time you come up. "

Kim Tae-joon grinningly tickled Song Zechen, raised his head and complained to Kim Nam-joon, "I think it's okay if Chunri's writing is more lively, and the producer even praised me. I thought I could use mine this time."

"It's so unfair to waste time, isn't it Zechen?"

He lowered his head and rubbed Song Zechen's ice-cold jade skin, and the close touch was so comfortable that he hummed. Ignoring Tian Zhengguo's and Park Jimin's glaring looks, he proudly hugged Song Zechen a little tighter.

Song Zechen finished packing the last newspaper, tilted his face slightly, the light fell on his browbones and cast shadows, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, only a beautiful silhouette existed.

He raised the corners of his lips, pinched the back of Jin Tae-jin's hand to signal him to calm down so as not to hurt himself, neatly folded the newspaper in half to smooth out the creases, and remained silent.