[Entertainment] Chen Guang

As soon as Song Zechen opened the door, he was greeted by Tian Zhengguo's bear hug.

"Ah, the exam is over." Tian Zhengguo shook him excitedly.

"It's because I finished the exam. Why are you so excited?" Song Zechen pushed Tian Zhengguo away helplessly, "I'm dying, and I've been sleeping for three hours a day for a week. Tell me to lie down for a while."

When Song Zechen opened his eyes again, there were already thousands of lights outside, and the space between the sky and the earth was covered with a layer of white, completely covered with silver.

Snowing.

Put on the down jacket and stuff a piece of clothing into the schoolbag.

"Zechen is awake." Zheng Haoxi, who was lying on the sofa, noticed.

Without giving the people in the dormitory a chance to ask questions, Song Zechen nodded, said "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back," and hurriedly closed the door, and ran downstairs in a "thump, thump, thump" manner.

Looking around to find the convenience store based on his memory, Song Zechen looked around and finally found the figure.

He raised the corner of his mouth, took out his phone and took several pictures in succession.

The title is well thought out - Min Shui Dumplings of Hard Work.

Min Yunqi glanced at the opposite side several times, and felt that there was someone very similar to Song Zechen.

After thinking about it carefully, how could that kid be here now, shook his head, and continued to lift a box of water to the store.

When the store closed, Min Yunqi shivered in the cold wind after going out, and subconsciously sneezed.

So cold.

It was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, the chill was cut off, and a coat was covered on his head. Song Zechen's smiling voice rang in his ears: "I said I remembered correctly, you didn't bring a coat when you went out this morning."

"Why are you here?" Min Yunqi blurted out, realizing that Song Zechen's previous sentence had already answered his question, so he changed the question and asked, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, do you think I am such a foolishly waiting person?"

No, you are.

The snowflakes on it have melted and the hair is wet. Do you think I can't see it.

If I had known earlier, I would have volunteered to tell the store manager that I would be working overtime today for such a small amount of money.

Min Yunqi sighed angrily.

There are lights and stars, and there are no voices.The street lamps stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

"Brother, can you still bear it? Do you want to..."

Do you want to quit this part-time job?

Song Zechen didn't finish his sentence, but he knew that Min Yoongi would understand him.

"The company's plan has already determined the route. It will not be a hip-hop boy group, but an idol group. The name of the group has already been determined to be 'BTS'."

Song Zechen reached out to catch a snowflake, and the hexagonal crystal quickly turned into a puddle of water in his warm palm. Before Min Yunqi could speak, he continued talking on his own.

"Where do you know so much information?" Min Yunqi looked at Song Zechen suspiciously, surprised that he could always learn a lot of internal decisions.

"Sooner or later you'll all know that I'm just one step ahead of you."

Song Zechen pulled Min Yunqi to stop in front of a food stall: "The boss brought me a stir-fried rice cake."

The street was buzzing with people, and the hawkers at various stalls were yelling hard. The steaming heat on the face eased the stiffness of the whole body that was blown by the cold wind and frozen.

After receiving it from the stall owner, Song Zechen symbolically ate a piece and immediately stuffed it to Min Yunqi: "I don't have an appetite, please help me eat."

Min Yunqi stared at the box in his hand. The snow-white rice cakes were poured with thick hot and sour sauce. The aroma was sultry. He stared at it for a long time, as if he wanted to see a flower.

Song Zechen poked Min Yunqi's waist: "What are you doing in a daze, it will be cold if you don't eat any more."

He completely forgot that when he stayed up late a few days ago, he clamored for Min Yunqi to bring him fried rice cakes.

"In these years, so many trainees have come and gone. I'm still a senior, and I was in the company before you came." Song Zechen put Min Yunqi on the shoulders, he has grown taller recently After a lot, he is almost on par with Min Yunqi, such an action is easy for him, "Look at how good the senior is, he never made it difficult for you, and he also told you how many valuable experiences he has."

The boy's nose was red from the cold, and the white air exhaled from his mouth blurred his brows and eyes.

"Listen to the analysis from the seniors, the company must position you as a rapper, but idols, you can't just make a few gestures on the stage, you want to dance. If you don't know anything, you can come to me. I joined the company three years earlier than you, how many more pairs of shoes have I worn out than you, you must ask."

Song Zechen felt that his tone just now coincided with the spitting salesman he had seen before, coughed, and concluded seriously: "So you must practice dancing well."

The words are earnest and the heart is heartbroken.

"Why are you so excited." Min Yunqi broke away from Song Zechen, and stepped up a few steps to widen the distance between the two, "Also, Young Master and Brother Shuozhen imitated those uncles' tone."

Song Zechen lowered his head and kicked the sharp small stone in the middle of the road, and kicked it to the corner of the road where vehicles would not pass.

So many people are gone,

But they are just "so many people" to me, and will not be given other meanings.

you are not them,

I don't want you to go.

"I'll tell the boss after this week's salary is over." Min Yunqi said suddenly.

Gradually, the branches couldn't support the weight they could bear, and a large piece of residual snow slid down.

Song Zechen took a few steps forward, stepped on the falling snow briskly, and grabbed Min Yunqi's neck again: "Oh, our Yunqi is really a qualified junior."

"Aren't you annoying? You don't call me brother." Min Yunqi didn't take away the hand of the person next to him, but just smiled and twisted his ear.

The exhaled breath turned into white steam and quickly dissipated, forming a small flower knot.