[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The people in the dormitory left one after another, Song Zechen was the last to close the door, and went back to his grandfather's house to explain his strength, eat, sleep, and eat, don't want to compose, don't exercise, don't want to socialize, and feel at ease as a dead house.

He completely fell into a long hibernation state, like a living dead, living a life better than his grandfather every day, making his grandfather suspect that his grandson is going to see through the mortal world and die.

The most common thing to do when staying in a big house is to find a place at random and grab a book for a day, and occasionally go to the courtyard to bask in the sun on sunny days to prevent osteoporosis.

"Let's go out for a walk." The old man persuaded Song Zechen who was leaning on the sofa and hugging a pillow in a sweater and hat.

"It's too cold to move." Song Zechen pulled his hat down to cover the upper half of his face.

"Then go write calligraphy and play your qin."

Song Zechen raised his eyes lazily, his mouth seemed to be open, but he did make a sound: "Lazy."

"Why are you like this this year?" The old man kicked him directly.

"Exhaustion after carnival." Song Zechen remained motionless like a rock.

"Do you believe that I will slap you?" The old man laughed angrily at his decadent and unintelligible appearance.

"Letter." Song Zechen closed his eyes in advance peacefully.

The next time I got up was at the dinner table, Song Zechen bit the chopsticks to pick up the rice.

"I heard that one of my friend's grandsons was lazy every day and didn't know what to say. In fact, he went to the hospital to check for depression." The old man took chopsticks and vegetables and put them in his bowl.

Song Zechen paused with his chopsticks, and continued to bury his head: "Really? I hope he recovers soon."

"I think this symptom is a bit similar to yours. Are you sick?" the old man asked directly.

Song Zechen swallowed his last bite of food: "I don't think so."

"really?"

"real."

"That's fine." The old man ended the metaphysical conversation without pursuing it.

Except for the housekeeping aunt at home, Song Zechen perfectly achieves almost zero presence.Sometimes the housekeeping aunt can be startled by him who is elusive and silent.

Until one day he hid behind the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows and admired the scenery outside the window for a long time, solidified like a watchdog stone. His grandfather opened the curtain and saw such a melancholy and strong back. The old man was deeply irritated. Pulled his collar and shut him out of the house.

"Grandpa, I think I'm a little depressed." Song Zechen wanted to enter the door without giving up.

"If you're depressed, just go see a psychiatrist and your uncle." His grandfather insisted that Qingshan would not open the door.

In the end, Song Zechen drenched in snow for half a day and caught a cold for three days, and really felt the depression of his soul.

Such a situation.On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Song Zechen was kicked out by his grandfather, and he packed his bags and went back to the dormitory.Life has become a takeaway living room room at three points and one line, why can't you go to the company, because the company staff thinks that he consumes electricity by himself and refuses to turn on the water and electricity for him.

On the last day before the holiday, Mr. Sun Chengde hurriedly sent them the choreography of "Spring Day" in advance. It is a modern dance style dance, and the lightness like a feather is the focus of the dance.The brilliant Dust Dance, everyone silently watched the video several times and then moved away pretending not to know. Anyway, the biggest thing about the current holiday is that we will wait until we come back from the holiday to talk about it.

Song Zechen, who had nothing to do, tried to dance along, played back the video worriedly, and felt that something was wrong no matter how he looked at it.I looked at my movements over and over again, and finally realized that the movements were too powerful to match the music and seemed too crisp. Even if there was a sense of stretch, it still did not conform to the artistic conception of the song.

He practiced a few more times and still couldn't find the feeling. Anyway, the dance hadn't been finalized yet. He learned to give up and rolled back to the bed to lie dead. He just set aside time every day to exercise the basic stretching and gradually adapt.

So as soon as Park Jimin opened the door, he saw Song Zechen lying straight on the sofa, eyes closed, hands crossed on his lower abdomen, calm and serene.

Park Jimin almost took out his mobile phone to call the emergency number.

"Zechen?" Park Jimin dragged his luggage in one hand and held his phone tightly in the other, ready to go at any time.

Song Zechen remained motionless.

"Zechen?" Park Jimin's phone has already displayed the communication page.

"Brother, why did you come back so early?" Song Zechen opened his eyes and his voice was hoarse, "I'm not dead or dizzy, don't worry."

Park Jimin breathed a sigh of relief and immediately put down his phone.He casually threw his backpack behind the door, and sat beside Song Zechen by the sofa.

"Staying bored at home, my dad kicked me out."

"what's wrong with you?"

"Staying bored at home, my grandfather kicked me out." Song Zechen repeated the same sentence in a daze.

The eyes of the two were big and small, and Park Jimin couldn't resist Song Zechen's smoky and empty eyes before he woke up.

"How many days have you been back?"

Song Zechen looked at the ceiling with his eyes open and counted silently: "Four days, I came back on the third day of the Lunar New Year."

"Have you been in this state in the dormitory for the past few days?" Park Jimin couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Song Zechen said frankly.

Park Jimin, who originally planned to come back early to work hard, was close to Zhu Zhechi and Mo Zhehei. Under the influence of Song Zechen's silent and quiet lying corpse, he successfully packed his luggage and successfully formed a lying corpse duo with Song Zechen.

"Why don't you go back to your own bed if you want to lie down, or find someone else's bed to sleep in, and insist on squeezing with me?" Song Zechen was very dissatisfied with Park Jimin's dove occupying the magpie's nest.

"Oh, the two of you have more atmosphere." Park Jimin put on a mask and smiled calmly playing a statue beside Song Zechen.

"If you dare to dirty my bed, try it." Song Zechen threatened verbally.

"No no no no."

"I feel that I have sublimated a bit after lying down these few days." Park Jimin crossed his hands on his chest, as if at a cult scene, "I feel the mathematical formula, the commandments of the universe, the laws of religion, and the sense of destiny."

"This sentence is very good, send it to the producer brother to write in some lyrics next time." Song Zechen praised it highly.

"We should light another incense stick to create atmosphere." Park Jimin had a whim.

"Okay, go and order."

"I'm not going, you are going."

"I'm lazy, you go."

"I dont go."

"I'm not going either."

Then don't go.

The two happily agreed.

Park Jimin grabbed his mobile phone a few times and refreshed the social software with the trumpet turned on. From time to time, he controlled his laughter for fear that the mask would collapse.Song Zechen sat on the bed and flipped through the booklet.

"Zechen."

After half a day, Park Jimin made a noise again, took off his mask and threw it into the trash can.

"What's wrong?" Song Zechen changed another one after reading the album.

"Let me ask you? Didn't you send everyone a birthday song?" Park Jimin was full of anticipation from the moment he spoke.

"Well, what's the matter?" Song Zechen's whole body went into a state of alert.

"Which one do you think is the best song you wrote? Or which one is your favorite?" Park Jimin turned over and stared at Song Zechen with staring eyes.

"I think that's it. There is no way to compare. Everyone's feeling is different, and the feeling I send is different."

"Why can't we compare? Which one makes you happy after listening to it? Which one did you put the most effort into writing? Which one is the most satisfying?"

"For example, everyone who you gave to brother Yunqi felt sorry for hearing it and wanted to cry, but everyone who gave it to brother Haoxi would smile and so on. It's completely different, okay?"

"I forgot everything I wrote." Song Zechen sensed something alertly, and wisely chose to remain silent.

"Ah!" Park Jimin tried to kick Song Zechen but dared not, and vented verbally.

"I really forgot! After the work is finished, it becomes an independent entity from the author! You can ask me about those songs! Dad sees that the children are equally good!" Song Zechen insisted that he would not change his stance.

"Why is it the same? Which song did you write and thought wow, this person is so cute, pick this little brother, etc. When you write it, your feelings are different!"

"I just wrote it like that, I really really really forgot!"

"Why did you think of giving me a song?" Park Jimin went straight to the point.

"It's just that the inspiration comes and I can't stop it."

The evolution and upgrade of the rhetoric.

"Then how did you feel when you wrote the song?"

"I like your mood, happy mood, happy mood, joyful mood, excited mood." Song Zechen perfunctorily used synonyms to support the scene.

"Then how do you feel when you send Tae Jungkook's song?"

"Same mood."

"Which mood is stronger?"

Song Zechen rubbed his temples and had a headache: "Brother, how do I know? Whose memories will compare which day is happier."

"You're mad at me, I'll get out of bed and burn you with some incense!" Park Jimin stomped on his slippers angrily.

Take this opportunity.Song Zechen felt blessed, opened the phone's software, refreshed the page, and carefully searched for Park Jimin's account.

Sure enough, there are surprises everywhere in life, and Park Jimin's latest news is shown like this:

"I participated in the voting [Which one of Eden's birthday series is your favorite song] initiated by @云川已到, and I voted for the option of "Blame You" for Jiminy. Come and express your opinion too ~"

You can tell at a glance that you forgot to unshare the result of adding votes for yourself.

Follow the vines to find the original blog's comments and scroll down, and you can even see this love declaration:

"If you don't vote, I won't vote. When will Chen Min be able to make his debut? The first chapter of the birthday series, sweetly blame you, Bao Chong Duck!"

Song Zechen: "..."

Park Jimin happened to come in with an incense stick, and upon closer inspection, it was Jin Nanjun's collection of incense sticks, very particular.

The room was quickly filled with mist surrounded by clouds and mountains, like the top of Mount Emei and the caves of Pansi.A fragrance full of Buddha's light rose up, and Song Zechen didn't get used to the choking cough and eye pain for a while.

Park Jimin held the incense and walked with special effects step by step: "How is the effect of this incense? Do you think you can come up with the mood to write songs after being cultivated? Have you sublimated?"

Song Zechen was separated by a layer of smoke, and the beauty was like a flower across the cloud, and Park Jimin twitched the corner of his mouth on the other side of the cloud:

"Brother, I can't see that you have a strong sense of victory."

Continue to offer sincere advice to Park Jimin in the fog:

"This kind of mentality is not suitable for becoming a monk. Buddhism will not take you in. Please return, Amitabha."