[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After returning from the trip in Japan, they carried out a few small activities, and their vacation really came.

The members cheered and booked tickets, and Song Zechen cheered and went back to bed, rejecting the warm invitation.

When I woke up, the house was empty.Only Jin Shuo was really packing his luggage, he was the first one to leave the dormitory.

Song Zechen took out a large gift box and brought it to Jin Shuozhen, and knelt on the floor with him.

"What is this?" Jin Shuo really looked carefully and couldn't see any tricks.

"My grandfather asked me to give it to my uncle and aunt." Song Zechen gestured at the gift box and felt that it was about to catch up with Jin Shuozhen's suitcase, and worriedly thought about how to take it back for him.

"Oh, grandpa, you're too polite." Jin Shuozhen said with his mouth, but the movements of his hands were too fast to cover his ears.

"Will it be difficult to take it back?" Song Zechen weighed it.

"I can!" Jin Shuozhen hugged Wangqing tightly and shouted.

Song Zechen: "..."

Jin Shuozhen, who realized that he had acted in the play, withdrew his hand in embarrassment, coughed and immediately returned to seriousness: "I really don't think about going for a walk during the Chinese New Year. Will it be boring to just be bored in Seoul?"

"If grandpa doesn't go out, I'll stay at home with him." Song Zechen handed him Jin Shuozhen's precious chopsticks set to help him stuff it into his bag, "Why do you always want me to go out to play? ?”

"I'm afraid you haven't adjusted it, take a walk to relax." Jin Shuozhen shrugged, he hesitated to speak, and it seemed that he was holding back something in his heart.

"What do you want to say?" Song Zechen handed over a ladder to save face.

"When you first came back, you were quite relaxed, but after winning the big award, you became more and more tired. You don't like to complain to us, so you can take advantage of the holidays to take more walks to breathe fresh air and keep healthy for the elderly. I am always afraid of you It's boring." Jin Shuozhen gently comforted him, with a sense of innocence like his character.

"Okay." Song Zechen nodded, remembering the previous situation, "I haven't thanked brother about the Zhengguo matter. Without brother, we wouldn't be able to reconcile so quickly."

"It's okay, you will reconcile sooner or later, I'm just a booster."

Song Zechen smiled and said nothing.

"I'm sure you won't go, and I'm very glad, isn't such a despicable thought." Jin Shuo really unconsciously grabbed the long sleeves that were about to be put into the suitcase, and the soft cotton fabric was slightly deformed under his hands, Song Zechen's friend's words surprised them and at the same time they calmed down to think, with mixed emotions.

"Whether we can hold you back is uncertain, but you will definitely stay for the fans."

How can a person who apologizes because fans are upset when he is attacked by black fans to let them down.

Song Zechen is too soft-hearted towards the person he likes, and his strong sense of responsibility is the source of Jin Shuozhen's determination.

Jin Shuozhen looked at Song Zechen, his posture changed from kneeling to cross-legged, wearing a gray sweater, he looked warm.

"Brother knows me very well, I know." Song Zechen pursed his lips.

The number of times he communicates with Jin Shuozhen is not as good as his roommate Tian Zhengguo who gets along day and night, and it is not as good as Park Jimin and Kim Taejun who are similar in age.

But Jin Shuo really understood him, and Song Zechen felt it vaguely.

Maybe it's Jin Shuozhen's natural delicate thoughts, maybe it's the boys' school's grasp of similar people's hearts, maybe it's the same family background and different childhood, Song Zechen understands that Jin Shuozhen knows himself better than most people think, and before Jin Shuozhen and Tian The conversation of Zhengguo also proved this.

"In addition to fans, you can also let me stay. Don't always belittle your position in my heart, I will be very sad." Song Zechen smoothed the mark left by Jin Shuozhen on the top of the clothes with his fingers.

Jin Shuozhen's voice was a bit self-deprecating: "Zhengguo feels that he can't find a sense of need with you, why don't I? You are so strong that you don't need my care. Although you understand your changes in your heart, you don't need me as a brother. It always frustrates me."

"I need brother, brother understands my heart, understands my thoughts, brother has the potential to be my soulmate."

"But sometimes I wonder if the judgment based on your personality is right? For example, in the quarrel a long time ago, was it right for me to call someone out to give you a space to be alone?"

Jin Shuozhen grabbed the hoodie he was wearing nervously. It took courage to bring up the past, and he lacked the confidence to be justified. He even wondered whether his actions at that time were wrong in the passage of time.

Song Zechen didn't expect him to mention this, but seeing Jin Shuo's genuine confusion and self-blame, he blinked lightly in relief: "That's right."

"At that time, I was even more face-saving than now. If you still stayed there, I would continue to sneer and feel extremely depressed. You drove them all out and let me vent. It was the best help for me at that time. "

"Would it be better if I gave you a hug before leaving." Jin Shuozhen's long-term embarrassment was only due to subtle actions.

It was midsummer at that time, Song Zechen was thin and thin, with angular shoulders, covered with thin sweaty cloth, and the shape of butterfly bones was clear.When the bitter summer came, Song Zechen would lose a lot of weight. When he took his younger brothers out, he looked back at Song Zechen's back, like a butterfly with broken wings.

If I give him a hug before leaving, will it not make things difficult to maneuver, and will he not think that he is a stubborn island of people.

At that time, he regretted walking a few steps out of the practice room.

"Recently, everyone loves to bring up the quarrel before Daoism with me. It was previously tacitly regarded as a minefield." Song Zechen said with relief.

That was their absolute domain, and the scars they kept silent were once carefully thought to be Pandora's box.

"Since you dare to speak, you have read the explanation. You don't owe me anything, don't think so, but when I want to talk about this topic, you are like facing a scourge, so I will follow your wishes."

Jin Shuozhen bit his lips tightly again.

Song Zechen changed to a kneeling posture again, stepped forward and stretched out his hands.

"Since brother is so obsessed with it, give me a hug now."

Hugging is probably the process of two hearts getting closer, with a generous and steady breath approaching, Jin Shuozhen rested his chin on Song Zechen's shoulder, and murmured: "I'm sorry, it's a bit late, you still took the initiative."

Song Zechen rubbed his soft and comfortable clothes, and the fragrance of laundry detergent permeated his senses: "It's a bit late, but it's not too late."

It is Song Zechen's airport that can almost be regarded as his home, but this time there are no cameras and flashes.

"Did you just leave? I thought you stayed with me to celebrate the New Year."

"How can I spend the Spring Festival alone as a foreigner?" Alan tried to take the bag from Song Zechen's hand to no avail. He was going to leave but had no choice but to leave empty-handed. "The orchestra has a temporary business, so there is no way to stay any longer."

Song Zechen sat on the edge of the seat at the airport with his hat pressed down. The open and smooth ground was clean and reflective.

A cup of coffee appeared in front of his eyes.

"Thank you." Song Zechen didn't drink coffee for a week, and suddenly a strange and familiar bitterness swept through his mouth, and he let out a long breath.

"I came here to mess up your life, are you angry?" Alan deliberately sat outside him to block him, half joking and half sincere.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Zechen wrinkled his nose and threw the bag into Alan's arms, "Why do you think so?"

"There are some things where you are happy to pretend to be stupid. It is much better for everyone to cooperate knowingly than to tear the veil."

Alan was vague, but the meaning in the words was clear.

"No." Song Zechen held the coffee in his hand and was lost in thought. "Some things are just a thorn in my heart if I don't talk about them. If they are buried, they will rot, and it will be even more difficult to end at that time."

"You can still help me."

"Your words comforted me very well." Alan smiled softly.

"So don't feel guilty." Song Zechen bumped into his shoulder.

They looked at each other and smiled, the tacit understanding of getting along for many years allowed them to understand each other's thoughts clearly from the brows, one was sincerely guilty, and the other was really not at heart.

"I've seen a lot of your performances, and the sparkling look is very beautiful." Alan squeezed the paper coffee cup tightly, "The eyes are bright, exactly the same as the eyes when we finished class after practice."

"My reasons and selfishness are no match for your liking. Someone helped me give you the crystal ball that I couldn't give you back then. You are happier than I imagined. Compared with pursuing absolute fairness, for you to live more important."

Song Zechen smiled wryly, friends who have been friends for many years can hit the nail on the head.

"I reluctantly gave in because of you. But I still can't get along with them. If there is any trouble, I will come back and take you away immediately." Alan's relaxed expression mentioned that his friend's friend quickly tensed up, and he hummed twice.

"Okay, okay." Song Zechen responded perfunctorily, seeing through the man's stubbornness, pulled up his sleeve to reveal the watch to confirm the time, "Are you going to go through security check?"

He got up and picked up the backpack in Alan's arms, carried it on his body, and pulled the handle of the suitcase: "Let's go, I'll see you off for the last time."

Slowly, like two tortoises, they walked slower and slower and finally stopped.

There will always be a time for parting.

"If you hadn't become an idol, I would really like to hug and say goodbye to you in public like in TV dramas." Alan patted his trouser legs with both hands.

The two of them were so old-fashioned in their childhood that the most intimate gesture was to hold hands. The common hugs in the West are only touched during extraordinarily grand festivals, and then they are released immediately in disgust.

"Sure enough, when I grow up, my thoughts will change."

But it seems that he has lost the ordinary right to embrace. Song Zechen's identity requires him to be cautious in his words and deeds, otherwise any remarks will come out.

"Why not?" Song Zechen bared his canine teeth slyly, and quickly put on the down jacket hat, which was originally covered by the peaked cap, but now the whole person is a black mass, took a step closer and gave Alan a strong and warm hug .

"If you are discovered, just say that this is the basic etiquette of foreigners, not to mention that I don't think it will be discovered."

Alan was stunned for a moment, although he couldn't help smiling, he still insisted, "No next time, what if I get gossiped about?"

Very simple sentence.

Song Zechen's nose is a bit sore, no matter how cold the appearance, he will always be his friend who has a heart and a heart, and still contains the innocence and enthusiasm of childhood.

"The next hug should be when you are greeted, not when you are parting."

"Understood, goodbye Eden."

Alan turned around, time did not allow him to delay any longer.

Song Zechen looked at his figure from a distance, feeling a sense of regret that he had gone to the United States and stayed where he was.

Soon he was laughing.

Alan raised his hand high and waved it thinking it was cool, but in fact it looked ridiculous, you can't imagine the effect of an iceberg doing such a behavior.

Even though he knew that the other party could not see him, Song Zechen waved vigorously to reply.

Goodbye.