[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Tian Zhengguo clenched his hands tighter and tighter, leaving marks on Song Zechen's clothes.

"My clothes are getting wrinkled." Song Zechen reminded him.

Tian Zhengguo hastily let go of his hands, quickly smoothed them a few times, but found that his hands had no place to rest, and still hoped to grab Song Zechen's clothes.

"Aze..."

Song Zechen put down the bag of clothes in his hand and sat on the edge of his bed, knowing that he might not be able to leave today.

Tian Zhengguo put his head down and gave him a black hair top.The two of them are too familiar because there is more friction than most people imagine.It's just that the two are best at compromising for each other, so they avoided many quarrels and adapted to each other openly and honestly.

"Sorry for scaring you that day."

Song Zechen apologized, and Tian Zhengguo became a completely innocent victim after a sudden emotional outburst after a long period of repression.

In his eyes, he is the most beloved younger brother, a child who hopes to shield all complexities and shadows and give them beauty.Even though he clearly knows that he has grown up, he still stubbornly keeps his appearance in his heart forever, as if he is shaping an ideal.

"sorry."

Song Zechen repeated, "I've acted too selfishly, I can't help but impose my will on you."

I also hope that he will retain his innocence, and hope that he can see some things clearly, how can there be such a good thing.

"It should be me who said I'm sorry." Tian Zhengguo retorted.

The two people bowed their heads to each other, one stood and the other sat down. Song Zechen felt that this was very disrespectful, and was torn between whether he should stand up or Latian Zhengguo should sit down.He hated multiple-choice questions, quickly compared the two options, and decided to let Tian Zhengguo sit next to him.

He pulled casually, Tian Zhengguo didn't react, staggered and fell to his knees on the ground, knocking his head on the side of the bed.

"Are you okay?" Song Zechen was startled and quickly got up, and put his hand on Tian Zhengguo's forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He forgot his strong attribute.

"It's okay..." Tian Zhengguo wanted to press the painful place, but Song Zechen's hand was put there first, and he pressed on the back of Song Zechen's hand.

The two of them were taken aback for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter when they were poked at the point of laughter. The gloomy atmosphere just now disappeared all of a sudden.

Song Zechen let go of his hand, Tian Zhengguo's forehead turned red, and for some reason, his ears also turned red.

"I'll get you an ice pack."

Song Zechen hurriedly went out to search in the refrigerator in the kitchen, then rushed back to the room and handed it to Tian Zhengguo.

"It's really all right, the impact wasn't severe." Tian Zhengguo took the ice pack, his ears still red.

Song Zechen was too close to him, breathing all over his ears.In the past, due to his childhood upbringing, Song Zechen deliberately controlled his breathing when approaching, so as not to give people a sense of intrusion.Now in a hurry, the scorching breath, the faint fragrance and the heating in the room made him dizzy.

Tian Zhengguo vigorously shook his head:

I swear I'll never look at anything on Nanjun's computer again, my mind is full of rubbish.

Song Zechen was also moved a little away by his brother's inexplicable behavior, with question marks all over his face: "Didn't you hit your forehead? Now it seems like a brain disorder triggered Parkinson's."

The pink bubbles disappeared immediately after pulling away from Tian Zhengguo. He stopped and smoothed his hair: "It's okay, I'm just tidying up my bangs."

"......Row."

"That..." Tian Zhengguo put the ice pack beside him, "Brother Shuozhen talked with me for a long time, and I also thought about it for a long time."

Kim Seok-jin, who was acting at the same time as Min Yoon-ki, faced Jeon Jung-kook's sea of ​​tears, and contributed a complete box of tissue paper and a brand-name shirt to stop the youngster's flood of gold.

When Tian Zhengguo finished recounting the conversation between himself and Song Zechen sobbingly, he also understood why this cold quarrel broke out.

He couldn't feel the necessary meaning from Song Zechen. The parties believed that the unequal feelings would always be the fuse no matter what the truth was.

Jin Shuozhen didn't laugh at him after listening, but asked him a few questions with a clear smile.

"Do you think Zechen and us have known each other for a few years?" Tian Zhengguo murmured out the question and read it to Song Zechen.

"Huh?" Song Zechen suddenly didn't realize it, and grabbed the fabric of his trousers with both hands and tilted his head thinking, "Yes."

"Become cheerful, laugh less tired, become fond of celebrating birthdays, become less serious..."

He was asked for a while and listed a few at random.

Tian Zhengguo's answer to Jin Shuozhen was almost exactly the same as that of Song Zechen now.He thought he understood Song Zechen, and it was a game he never tired of trying to figure out the other party's emotions with subtle details, proving that he was a little more intimate than ordinary people, so he answered firmly.

But Jin Shuo really added an adjective to cover everything: "Zechen has become childish."

The earliest Song Zechen was a perfect glass child, lifeless, without fireworks, and gradually became coquettish, joking, and playful.

Childishness is his willingness to reveal the soft, unintentional leaks beneath his armor.

You can't force Zechen to behave, we just need to know secretly.

Jin Shuozhen finally told him so.

"Brother Shuozhen is so smart." Tian Zhengguo recalled and praised him, no wonder everyone likes to chat with him about many troublesome things.

Song Zechen smiled: "Yes."

"What are your future plans?"

Tian Zhengguo asked in a low voice, the brothers deliberately kept their quarrel secret for fear that Fang Shihe would get to the bottom of it and trouble Song Zechen.

"You don't have to worry about anything, I won't leave, that's for sure." Song Zechen said lightly.

"Then what about your songs? Don't they always get returned?" Tian Zhengguo asked eagerly, not as happy as he had imagined.

"Keep writing, what else can I do?"

Turning his head to look at the anxious and worried child, Song Zechen's heart was as warm and sour as if soaked in lemonade.

"You know what? From being part of the team, I can't be myself anymore."

This is what he gave up when he chose the crystal ball.

Fang Shihe and Song Zechen talked a lot, including the team's planning, the direction of progress and his creation.

That man had talked to him after they won the big award and broke the ice in the European and American markets. Fang Shihe finally admitted powerlessly: "Ze Chen, I may no longer be able to grasp your direction, you fly faster than me It's too high to imagine."

"I'm sorry, your song doesn't fit the album. Everything serves the concept. If it doesn't work, it won't work. This is the only thing I can control. I can't let you fall down. We have no protection measures at all."

For the first time, Song Zechen understood that in order to fly far, he needed to maintain accurate measurement to the shape of ruthless wings. Except for him, as long as anyone in the team did not meet the standards, they all needed to be eliminated.

That was the source of his most powerless these days.

It was his birthday that day, and he went home to face them and the fans, and after turning off the live broadcast, he was in a daze.

For the first time, the uncontrollable fate made him fear the virtual unknown in the middle of the night.

Flipping through their group photos and fans' messages, I felt so depressed that I was about to collapse.

Song Zechen looked at Tian Zhengguo's soft hair and long eyelashes in front of him, and gently put his palm on his forehead.

"Does it still hurt?"

Tian Zhengguo shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"It won't hurt you anymore." Song Zechen's words meant something.

"You are so false." Tian Zhengguo muttered embarrassingly.

"I don't like to express anything, love is sacrifice and blessing, isn't it?"

When Song Zechen said this, he felt that he had the potential to be the sad second male lead, so he broke his merits with a smile.

"Then I'm different from you. In my eyes, love is possession."

Insatiable greed.

Tian Zhengguo knew his personality since he was a child. When he first came to Seoul, his brothers spoiled him occasionally, and he was occasionally unhappy because of this, and he was buried by non-priority preaching.

As he got older, his contempt for a part of the materialistic surface appeared to be that he had grown up learning to share.In fact, he himself understands that it is because he has the ability to own it and no longer bother to care about it.

Emotionally, it's not the case. They care about the weight and carefully control the input and output.

So Song Zechen's indifferent personality made him feel frustrated for the first time, and he was unwilling to "why doesn't he have such a possessive mood, does he not particularly like me".

Song Zechen blinked: "Zhengguo, why is there such a difference? My philosophy tells me that there will always be things that I can't get in life, so I won't intentionally take possession of them."

"Don't you often hear about chicken soup? If you like a flower, you will pick it, but if you love it, you will water it."

Tian Zhengguo's heart skipped a beat, and he moved his lips, not knowing what to say.

"I'm not enlightened enough in terms of emotions. Although I have rejected many people, I have no experience at all?" Song Zechen expressed his words with difficulty, and he also understood his emotional bluntness.

"But if you don't take it off, it doesn't matter if someone else takes it off?" Tian Zhengguo retorted.

"If that flower is happy, I will be sad, but I will still send blessings." Song Zechen's glasses are as clean as a lake, which can reflect Tian Zhengguo's small face, "I will probably be sad."

"Why?" Tian Zhengguo pouted.

"Zhengguo, but I can assure you, no matter if you possess or water, you will always be the flower I want to protect."

Song Zechen's promise came unexpectedly, like a roaring subway speeding past Tian Zhengguo's heart, and like fireworks setting off in the night sky.

"I, I, I, I'm sleepy. I'm going back to bed." He stood up blushing stiffly, and a dark mark beside the place where he was originally sitting entered into Song Zechen's eyes.

"Why is my bed wet?" Song Zechen felt the icy cold wetness, and made a sound in surprise. He grabbed the ice bag that the culprit had melted indoors, and threw it into the trash can helplessly.

"I can't sleep in my bed anymore, can I?" Song Zechen moved out the bedding he had made earlier and planned to go to the sofa.

"That? Ze, do you want to sleep with me?"

Tian Zhengguo asked cautiously.

Song Zechen paused in his steps: Did you do it on purpose again?