[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Time seems to go back and forth three years ago, they once again accompanied Tian Zhengguo to Seoul Arts High.

Even with the camera on, every hair on Tian Zhengguo's round head is undisguised, strongly revealing the excited message of "I'm liberated".

Although Song Zechen always felt that the identity of a high school student had never restricted him too much, and he left all the homework and homework that should be done to himself.

The maknae line agreed that the three of them would go to the flower shop together and each of them would bring a bouquet of flowers to the maknae.

Everyone else had a lot of plain little flowers mixed in, only Song Zechen was holding a bouquet of red roses, the strong and unrestrained colors were teased by his brothers.

"Zechen, this is a graduation ceremony, not a marriage proposal."

"Zechen, the maknae is still young."

Unmoved, Song Zechen first put the flowers behind his back and insisted on waiting. Later, he put the flowers in the trunk and planned to send them out later because it was inconvenient to carry them. Following the guidance of the staff, he came to the second floor of the auditorium to observe the ceremony.

"Zhengguo has grown up." Song Zechen dug out the group photo of the school opening ceremony stored in his phone for comparison, "There are a lot of edges and corners."

Park Jimin pointed the camera at Tian Zhengguo who was being commended in the auditorium: "It's a pity that Zhengguo didn't know any relatives at school."

"Isn't Zechen the same?" Zheng Haoxi thought of Song Zechen, who was only a little older than Wada Zhengguo.

"Zechen is better than Zhengguo." Jin Nanjun was the one who paid the most attention to Song Zechen's studies and campus life.

"I have a good relationship with my classmates in the original class, but the class I joined after the break is not so good." Song Zechen was also busy taking pictures randomly.

Song Zechen’s high school life can be regarded as rich and colorful. Pugao’s classmates struggled towards the college entrance examination because they got along day and night. But the whole class insisted on posting him as a group photo of Song Zechen's solo ghost in the back row that was widely circulated on the Internet.

Min Yunqi also heard a little about Song Zechen's popularity: "Song Zechen is very good."

From the auditorium to the classroom to the office, it took almost half a day and it was evening.

Park Jimin remembered the bouquet in the back seat and handed it to Tian Zhengguo: "Congratulations to our youngest."

They participated in important ceremonies in his life and witnessed the growth of the child visible to the naked eye. Park Jimin babbled and sent blessings.

"Zhengguo." Song Zechen was in the last order, found a place in Tian Zhengguo's arms and stuffed the bouquet of roses into it.

Tian Zhengguo laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and repeated in surprise: "Is it for me?"

Song Zechen nodded, and rubbed Tian Zhengguo's hair a few times: "Although it's very nasty, Brother Zhimin said it too, but I want to congratulate our little prince on growing up healthy and safe."

Park Jimin deliberately stepped forward to block the hazy atmosphere between the two: "Okay, go and eat fried noodles."

At this time, Tian Zhengguo still didn't know what kind of cruel fate he was about to face.

But when the brothers sat in the noodle shop and placed an order in a cool place, they suddenly foresaw their own fate.

Song Zechen stared dumbfounded at the men who were blushing, holding on to the chopsticks and found that there was no place for him to put his mouth.

"Are you eating too much?"

Song Zechen was worried for his brother, and all the verbal restraints were ignored by the wolf-like men who fell into the trap of "the young lady treats him, I must cheat him". Tian Zhengguo, as the protagonist, didn't even take a few bites.

A few chopsticks are caught on a large plate of noodles, and the cycle goes on and on for countless rounds.

Tian Zhengguo felt a big chill in his heart, took a deep breath and learned from the pain and joined the ranks of grabbing food.

Song Zechen's food intake was small and he was full after just a few bites, but the chopsticks never stopped moving, and they fought with them together, and then gave them all to the maknae in distress.

Tian Zhengguo was so touched that he was about to cry when he looked at Song Zechen's pretty side face even when he was grabbing food while sucking the noodles.

When they were all slumped on their seats and rubbed their bellies with satisfaction, Tian Zhengguo swept around expressionlessly, picked up Song Zechen and went ahead to pay the bill, and the other brothers followed behind with a smile on their faces, poking around and laughing at the bill. .

100 million.

That's right, it's not 99 or 101 but a full 100. Lai Tian Zhengguo's heart aches when he bought it at a loss.

Tian Zhengguo slipped his foot and couldn't speak. The interpretation of strength went in with a smile and came out coldly, and whispered to Song Zechen's side.

Originally, Song Zechen thought that Tian Zhenghui would ask him to help spread some money.

But Tian Zhengguo had the backbone and did not make this request. Instead, he gently pretended to be strong and made another request in Song Zechen's ear: "Ah Ze, Ah Ze, please help me."

Paid the money and got weak legs.

Song Zechen couldn't help laughing out loud.

As soon as Min Yunqi turned off the camera, he immediately proposed to them: "Want to drink?"

"I'm going." Song Zechen was the first to respond.

"I'm going too!" Tian Zhengguo, whose chest was still in a particularly pompous manner today, immediately picked up, "Ah Ze also went to drink on the day of graduation, but you didn't let me drink that time."

"Taye doesn't know how to drink, why don't you go home first?" Jin Shuozhen poked Taejon's waist.

Unconvinced, Jin Tae also joined in: "I can, I can drink less or drink Coke, it's so boring to go home alone."

"Okay." Min Yunqi led a group of people to find a hidden tavern.

Song Zechen likes to drink very much, and it happens that he is not drunk after drinking. If it is not for protecting his singing voice, he will probably be the person who drinks the most in the team.

Skillfully ordered the menu and handed it over to Min Yunqi to add side dishes, he only cared about the wine and nothing else.

Small talk with alcohol.

"I'll just have a taste." Jin Taiyi finally couldn't help it, and took a sip curiously, regardless of everyone's objections.

No wonder everyone reacted so violently, Kim Tae-joo doesn't drink very well, and his image of being drunk is not very good either.

"Zechen is too good at drinking." Jin Nanjun clicked his tongue on the empty glass in front of Song Zechen.

"Zechen relies entirely on socializing. Every time I come back with such a heavy alcohol smell, my heart will lift up. Can't I drink less?" Zheng Haoxi complained distressedly.

Jin Shuozhen also felt the same: "Our Zechen doesn't like to eat and is like this. It's not good for your health."

Song Zechen was hit by the sweet burden, and his eyes smiled into crescents to avoid answering.

"Brother Taiyi!" Tian Zhengguo opened his mouth wide.

Song Zechen hurriedly stretched out his hand to prevent Jin Taiyi from falling into the beer mug.

A small bundle of beer next to him somehow entered this guy's stomach.

"Alas, the amount of alcohol..." Jin Shuozhen was the first to look down upon shaking his head.

"The last time he got drunk and overturned the house, he probably won't do it this time." Min Yunqi watched Jin Taejun, who was as well-behaved as a sleeping baby at the moment, with lingering fear, feeling that he was too absolute, and added a word worriedly: .

Since Jin Tae-yi was drunk, there was no need to continue the drinking party just to take care of him.

It was only after getting in the car that Jin Tae-jin's drunkenness slowly broke out.

He hugged Min Yunqi's waist, touched his face boldly, and shouted affectionately and anxiously: "Brother Yunqi! Brother Yunqi, where are your eyes!"

The others were suffocating from laughter, Min Yunqi yelled at Song Zechen with a dark face: "It's your usual nonsense that broke him."

Song Zechen blinked innocently.

Jin Taiyi quickly found the next target, and held Jin Nanjun's hand sincerely: "Brother Nanjun, there is something that I have buried in my heart for a long time."

"What?" Jin Nanjun was nervous and expectant.

"I broke the figurine last time."

Jin Nanjun knew that he shouldn't expect it.

Jin Taiyi looked at Song Zechen, his mind told him that he should stay away from this person, but he couldn't figure out why, he stared at Song Zechen's face that was shining in the dark, and said by accident: "Zechen, I want to kiss you!"

"Can't!"

Song Zechen hadn't even opened his mouth yet, but the rising and falling voices overwhelmed him excitedly, and he carefully identified the drunk voice of a young boy and the voice of a baby girl.

"Oh."

Jin Taiyi gave up resentfully. I don't know if it was because of the blow that the second half of the journey was quiet, and he entered the community and went to the apartment without incident.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, it may be influenced by Tian Zhengguo's graduation atmosphere.

"Doing homework." Jin Taiyi stumbled, pushed everyone away and rushed to the front, "I want to do my homework."

Everyone: "..."

"Why do you have to go to our room for homework?"

Tian Zhengguo confirmed that he was not mistaken, that Jin Taeyi did indeed run to his and Song Zechen's room.

"Maybe it was Zechen who wrote our homework in the past, and he subconsciously controlled it." Park Jimin guessed wildly.

Jin Nanjun in the back reacted with hindsight: "It turns out that Zechen wrote all your homework. I wondered why the last step of the final question was done and why did you come up with 28 and [-] earlier."

Park Jimin slipped his mouth, and prevaricated with an awkward yet polite smile.

Tian Zhengguo was worried that Jin Taiyi would mess up his room when he was drunk, so he didn't talk much, and pulled Song Zechen towards the door of their room.

Under the light, Kim Tae-jung showed the serious posture of male idols in the new era with the standard posture of "one inch, one foot, one fist". Just take a photo and it will be published in elementary school textbooks as a sample of writing posture.

Stunning still images.

Tian Zhengguo realized something before Song Zechen, turned his head and widened his eyes: "Aze, Brother Tai is on your desk...what did you write it on?"

Song Zechen only had the piano score on his desk.

Song Zechen's complexion became very ugly, and he walked forward quickly.

Sure enough, what reflected Jin Tae-jun's face from a distance was the crooked last brush in the blank space of the kraft paper score, and the notes were traced again like red.

In addition to the incomprehensible ghost symbols, careful identification can also reveal the final sobriety:

"1 + 1 = 2"

"3*9=28"

......

Mathematics that has not grown in years.

Song Zechen almost laughed angrily at the blushing Jin Taiyi: "Do you know how much effort it took me to get this score?"

To be precise, his teacher spent a lot of effort to obtain the precious manuscript as a souvenir and gift of his complete break with the past.

Jin Taiyi finally sobered up a little from the wine, and the feeling that he was still working told him that Song Zechen's mood was wrong, so he stood at attention reflexively, and bowed his head obediently:

"Zechen, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

Song Zechen immediately forgave verbally, picked up the first page of the unrecognizable piano score and looked at it for a moment, quickly controlling his emotions.

Gently raised his eyes and took Jin Taejun's hand and put the sheet of music back into his hand, like a vicious stepmother who wanted to sell poisoned apples to Snow White.

Song Zechen's pupils were pitch-black, like a vortex that dragged Jin Taiyi into it.

The whirlpool spoke, and the voice was as clear as a still ocean:

"Eat it."

Kim Tae-joo: "..."

???????

Kim Tae-yi used the brains of countless people to think carefully about what "eat" means, what "it" refers to, and what exactly does "eat it" mean.

He stared at the piece of kraft paper in his hand with wide eyes, raised his hand tremblingly and moved it up, Song Zechen looked at him with the same peaceful eyes as many times.

Once in this kind of peace, Song Zechen poured a bottle of water on Min Yunqi's recording equipment, packed away all the snacks in Jin Suozhen's refrigerator, and caused Park Jimin's game account to be reported and banned...

No one came to stop him, only Song Zechen's densely intertwined gaze and the piece of paper in front of him remained in the world.

Jin Taiyi's mouth deflated, and two lines of sad tears fell down.

Tears wet the paper in my hand, of course it may taste better after it is wet, the mantra of "eat it" is still repeated in my ears.

So he sat down and hugged Song Zechen's leg, crying loudly as if he had lost his country.