[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Okay, stop barking."

Song Zechen pushed the two people around him, but he couldn't control his strength, and the two people rushed to the ground and kicked up the ashes on the floor.

Park Jimin and Jung Ho Suk held each other's hands in a state of shock, expressing their deep and heartfelt friendship as teammates.After reacting, the two sides looked at each other and understood what they had done. They couldn't bear the wordless embarrassment, and looked at each other in embarrassment, wailed and buried each other's shoulders to escape reality.

Song Zechen is good at this, thicker skinned than them.He knelt instead of sitting, patted the ashes on the knees of his trousers, and called Min Yunqi to come in: "Brother, why are you so polite, why don't you come in?"

For a moment, Min Yunqi, who thought he heard it wrong, faced Song Zechen with righteousness, as if his behavior was reasonable because he was too unworldly, and tilted his head in doubt: "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's New Year's greetings."

Song Zechen is natural and calm, and he can tell at a glance that he has broken the secrets during the past few days of health preservation, and has become more calm in facing life.

"We heard footsteps and guessed it was Brother Yunqi. We felt that Brother Yunqi had paid too much for the group these years, and we always make you feel guilty, so we decided to surprise you with a big gift."

Full marks for logic.

Zheng Haoxi and Park Jimin, who had already cheated Song Zechen once, obediently closed their mics and handed everything over to Song Zechen to smooth things over. They knew that if they said something that shouldn't be said, Song Zechen would probably destroy them because of today's humiliation.

Min Yunqi couldn't laugh out loud either, the shock he suffered was no greater than the other three, anyone who opened the door would see the three crooked people who got along day and night with their own high-decibel dubbing. It is his last warmth to run away from his teammates.

So in such a situation, Song Zechen, whose brain is dead but subconsciously running at high speed, can quickly win and take the lead: "Brother Yun Qi has worked hard, everyone go to eat?"

Park Jimin and Zheng Haoxi, whose legs were originally soft, were pulled up from the ground by Song Zechen mercilessly with a strange force, threatening with a faint smile: "Eat? Do you understand?"

The two nodded like pounding garlic.

The stomach is connected to the heart, and their hearts gradually settle down after a meal has filled their stomachs.

"It's time to come back, right?" Park Jimin asked the return date of the others in the group chat.

"Soon, the album will be released in February, our dance has not been finalized yet, time is running out." Song Zechen put down his chopsticks, "It's time to come back."

"The release of the album and the tour will be very busy again." Zheng Haoxi lamented, not letting go of the holiday.

Min Yunqi bit his chopsticks and was slapped off by Song Zechen. He glared angrily at the nosy person: "I really like the songs in this album, and I think the sound source should be good."

""Spring Day" is the orientation of the South Korean people, don't worry." Song Zechen is also sure.

"I think "Not Today" is cool." Park Jimin stood for his favorite song.

Song Zechen recalled the songs of the album: "Then I'm rather strange, except for the title track, I like "YouNeverWalkAlone" the most, especially the first line."

The first line was sung by Min Yunqi.

Zheng Haoxi and Park Jimin immediately coaxed with insight: "Oh~"

Song Zechen didn't take it seriously: "What are you guys doing? I'm simply expressing my thoughts. Is it right for the song or not for the person? Haven't you found out that I like "gods" when I write songs?"

Min Yunqi rolled his eyes: "Don't treat me as if it's something to do with him, he's yelling and screaming like he hasn't seen the world before."

Today, the two who were vulnerable groups from the beginning bowed their heads obediently, but they sneered in the same way as Min Yunqi in their hearts.

We really believed in your evil.

However, Min Yunqi's return quickly broke the triangular balance of the original three, and Song Zechen took the opportunity to drive the other two back to his room, announcing the end of the regimen.

When Park Jimin passed by Min Yunqi, he complained: "Brother Yunqi, why did you come back so early? My comfortable life ended early."

Min Yunqi had question marks all over his face: "None of my business."

Zheng Haoxi shook his head understandingly: Isn't it because of your crying tears and our screams that Song Zechen can't bear it anymore?It's good to be alive and hope to keep healthy together.

The people in the dormitory gathered together one after another. When Tian Zhengguo returned home with a bag of kimchi, he announced the beginning of the gathering of all the staff for work.

Even though Song Zechen had opened the window long ago to ventilate away the smell of the incense that he had cultivated for the past few days, Tian Zhengguo, who had a good nose, sneezed several times as soon as he entered the room, rubbed his nose and lay down on his bed.

"Why does my nose itch? It feels like the air is a bit different." Tian Zhengguo took out a paper urn and said loudly.

"Maybe you just came back from Busan and are not used to the air in Seoul." Song Zechen paused for a moment while unpacking the express.

"It should be uncomfortable when I arrive in Seoul, but I feel uncomfortable when I arrive at our house." Tian Zhengguo wrinkled his nose, trying to describe his feeling with simple words, "It's not the fragrance of perfume, it's the smell It will become the scent of a bald monk, do you understand?"

Song Zechen, who had been a bald monk for a week, shook his head without guilt: "I don't understand."

"Okay." Tian Zhengguo pressed unwillingly, "Didn't you do something secretly behind my back?"

Song Zechen finally tore open the tight express package, and sneered: "Are you bald behind your back? Is there something wrong with me?"

Then he gently left Park Jimin in the room and was kicked inward by Xiangli who was hiding under the table.

"What are you dismantling for so long?" Tian Zhengguo's attention was attracted by Song Zechen's delivery.

Song Zechen also had no idea: "I don't know, my teacher sent it to me."

The wooden carved box still has the smell of ice and snow outside. After Song Zechen opened it, the yellowed paper pages were engraved with simple notes.

A sheet music.

"The box is so beautiful." Tian Zhengguo ran over and lay down on the table.

Song Zechen was amused by Tian Zhengguo's yearning tone, and raised his hand to stroke his hair.

"Our Zhengguoer is probably a silly kid who pays for the pearls."

"Is the piano score very expensive?" Tian Zhengguo's eyes were round, and he realized that he was dissatisfied and pushed Song Zechen, "Why do you call me a silly child again?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Song Zechen prevaricated, and the movements in his hands were extremely precious.

"What is your teacher like?" Tian Zhengguo was a little curious, probably very gentle and temperamental. Song Zechen often spent time with her when he was a child, and he probably was deeply influenced by her.

Song Zechen thought for a moment and summed it up concisely: "An interesting old lady."

"Go take a bath and rest. Practice will start tomorrow." Song Zechen closed the lid of the box and urged Tian Zhengguo with a smile.

After the holiday, everyone was forced to have the real feeling of coming back, rehearsing the dance continuously, Song Zechen was almost inseparable from Park Jimin in the dance room, finally grasped the spirit of dancing, and looked a lot more presentable.

"I saw that it was almost the same. Zechen danced very well at the beginning, but he ended up practicing like crazy." Jin Shuozhen praised Song Zechen's perverted perfectionism for Song Zechen's sweat-soaked T-shirt.

"That's right, with brother Jimin every day." This was the complaint of Tian Zhengguo who was excluded from the small world of the two.

Song Zechen sat on the floor panting, opened the mineral water bottle and poured it down.

Jin Taiyi hadn't been close to Song Zechen for a long time, so he sat closer to Song Zechen and snatched the water from Song Zechen's hand with a smile: "Zechen and "Spring Day" clashed, from singing to dancing, I suffered a lot."

Song Zechen lightly touched Jin Taejin's calf with his toe, with a look of disapproval.

Although Jin Taiyi didn't understand his intention, he still kept his mouth shut obediently.

Song Zechen took another sip of the water, and Jin Nanjun, who was sitting farthest away from him, silently lowered his head, scratching the floor with his fingers, wondering what he was thinking.

After the break, everyone dispersed to practice in twos and threes. After Song Zechen said that he could practice alone, Park Jimin was quickly pulled away by Jin Suozhen, hoping to give him a little trouble.

Jin Nanjun sweated more than the average person, and he was the only one among all the people, as if he had just been fished out of the water, his hair was dripping wet.

Song Zechen walked over and handed him a clean towel.

"Thank you." Jin Nanjun wiped his face gratefully.

Song Zechen quietly watched the movements of the person in front of him, and when the time was almost up, he said, "Brother, do you want a drink? Let's go buy them a drink."

Jin Nanjun stopped his hand, raised his eyes to see Song Zechen's clean eyes, and nodded hesitantly.

After explaining to others to put on a down jacket and go down the stairs, Song Zechen put Jin Nanjun's down jacket hat on his head: "It's windy outside, if it blows, you'll have a headache."

Jin Nanjun patted the fluffy down jacket and said that he knew it in response.

Song Zechen walked behind him, holding on to the railing, step by step seriously: "Next, I have to talk to my brother to get a vaccination."

The reason to stop Kim Tae-jun was because he was worried that Kim Nam-joon would think too much.

Jin Nanjun was the most innocent in the previous dispute.

Just because he chose his composition triggered a series of subsequent quarrels and contradictions or unpleasant sex.Song Zechen didn't think so, but he was worried that Jin Nanjun would think so.

Jin Nanjun stopped, turned around, and walked up and down with Song Zechen across a few steps.

"During the time at the end of the year, I knew about some messy things, but please don't be too sentimental. These things have nothing to do with me. If you blame yourself and feel guilty again, I will curse you. Do you believe it?"

Song Zechen chose to fill up the possible rift between the two with understated witticisms. He was tired of listening to Jin Nanjun's solemn comfort. He believed in the tacit understanding between Jin Nanjun and him.

"It turns out that my dear brother is such a selfish person with a small belly. Shouldn't I be the one who should be worried? I'm afraid that my brother will be disappointed in me."

Seeing that Jin Nanjun seemed to retort, Song Zechen quickly snatched away his unspoken words: "But I know that brother will not be disappointed with me, so brother must not feel guilty because of me, wouldn't it be good if we evened out and shortened the time of entanglement with each other?" ?”

Jin Nanjun opened his mouth and smiled helplessly: "Have you learned how to answer quickly?"

"This is called efficient use of time, let's go and buy drinks." Song Zechen broke Jin Nanjun's body and put his hands on his shoulders.

The opponent's white down jacket has a brown fur collar on the hat, and the back looks fluffy, like some kind of small animal.

Song Zechen took advantage of the gap and patted Jin Nanjun on the head.

"What's wrong?" Jin Nanjun's voice was blocked by a thick layer because of too many clothes.

"No." Song Zechen narrowed his eyes, "I just like brother very much."

"Oh boy, you are inexplicable."

Jin Nanjun almost stepped on the ground because of Song Zechen's confession, he hurriedly stabilized, scratched his hair in Song Zechen's smile like the warm winter sun, and laughed along with embarrassment.