[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Regarding Tian Zhengguo's childish attitude, Song Zechen knew that he couldn't understand him and Park Jimin joined hands to directly deal with him.

Song Zechen turned his head and smiled flatteringly, took Tian Zhengguo's wrist and shook it.

The anger in Tian Zhengguo's heart disappeared immediately, but he still hummed pretending to be dissatisfied.

But something was stuffed in his hand, and he identified it as a piece of chocolate based on its shape.

Turning his head excitedly, the person who delivered the chocolates was pretending to listen to his brothers seriously.

Tian Zhengguo quietly hid the chocolate, thinking "No matter how fat you are, there is a reason to blame Aze".

The unreasonable sweetness is the most touching.

Song Zechen sharing a room with Park Jimin became the most peaceful night for him to sleep after he was in Hawaii.The roommates are friendly and the environment is comfortable.

When awakened by birdsong in the morning, Song Zechen was so moved that he had never felt the importance of the sleeping environment so deeply.

The production team thoughtfully provided them with breakfast, and Song Zechen's minor cold was mostly cured, and it may be that he has been resistant to minor illnesses since the beginning of spring.

After the meal, several big men desperately put sunscreen on their faces. The scene was quite spectacular. Obviously forced to do nothing, a cody sent a message overnight to the production team with a strong appeal of 'these kids can't be too dark'.

The staff looked at the tanning party headed by Tian Zhengguo, and told them with a guilty conscience that they hoped that they could make up for it.

"Aze, do you want to use it with me?"

Tian Zhengguo bought a sunscreen casually from the airport and planned to do a beauty blogger evaluation for a short time.

Song Zechen nodded: "Okay."

Sitting closer, Tian Zhengguo has mastered how to apply sunscreen in the past few days of training. In short, the technique is a hundred times better than Song Zechen's. The task of applying sunscreen to Song Zechen is up to him.

It turned into counting eyelashes, Tian Zhengguo boldly stroked them: "It's so long..."

The sunscreen on his face hadn't been applied evenly, and the liquid slid down Song Zechen's cheeks, and he wrinkled his nose uncomfortably: "It's about to flow down."

Jin Shuozhen, who was passing by, was shocked by their entangled backs and conversations, and stopped loudly: "Maknae! Zechen! What are you doing!"

Startled by the high-pitched voice, the two turned their heads innocently. Jin Shuozhen realized that he had made a mistake in his brain, and waved his hands awkwardly.

"Dirty!" Tian Zhengguo understood, blushed and went to a duel with Jin Shuozhen.

Song Zechen chose to eat melons wisely.

After watching the sharks at sea and having lunch, we went to the friendship trip as usual.

Park Jimin smiled and jumped to Song Zechen's side to look for souvenirs.

"It's so hot." Park Jimin squinted his eyes.

"It's most comfortable to watch sharks in the water in the morning." Song Zechen felt the same way.

Passing by the beach, they agreed to take a walk by the beach.

The evening wind drives the waves forward, the tide surges, and the sound of wind and birdsong hovers in the sky.

Park Jimin moved his lips, as if realizing something.

"Brother Jimin, if you dare to say, 'Zechen, do you think this tide looks like the smoky smog we had when we kept in good health', I will throw you into the sea." Song Zechen's voice drifted into the side along the wind human ear.

Originally wanted to sing an aria, "Ah, Zechen, do you think that Na Hai thought about the Spring Festival we spent?" Park Jimin choked up and raised his bangs in discomfort: "You man is really boring."

"Oh."

The sea breeze blew Song Zechen's hair, he closed his eyes lightly, the wet breath rushed towards his face, and the corners of his mouth stretched unconsciously.

Park Jimin quietly took out his mobile phone to take a picture, but Song Zechen suddenly opened his eyes, so scared that he almost lost his grip.

"what happened?"

"I'm thinking of souvenirs. I'll pick up some nice shells from the beach and process them."

After discussing with the program team, Song Zechen took a bag of shells and colorful pebbles to visit an old man's home.

As soon as the door was opened, the owner of the house was an old man with wheat-colored skin, blond hair and blue eyes. He could see the demeanor of his youth, and he called Song Zechen's name heartily: "Eden!"

"Aloha." Song Zechen put his hands together and bowed in greeting, followed by Park Jimin.

"It bothers you too much, but luckily you don't mind." Song Zechen bowed again.

"Small things, how could I refuse to be on TV?" The old man playfully dispelled Song Zechen's concerns.

Park Jimin asked in a breathy voice from behind:

"Do you know?"

"My grandfather's friend."

They met each other while traveling around the world, and the intermittent contact also formed a deep friendship. For the first time, Song Zechen understood that the fate between people may never be able to see the cause and effect.

The person involved led them to a room decorated in a Mediterranean style. The arrangement of cabinets and tables conformed to the aesthetics of obsessive-compulsive disorder. The low tables were filled with various transparent boxes filled with small decorations.

"This grandfather has studied design before." Song Zechen explained in a low voice.

"Shall we make necklaces or bracelets?" Park Jimin was unsure.

"Bracelet." In Song Zechen's opinion, a bracelet is easier to put on and take off than a necklace.

Both of them are serious about things and don't like to make noises. The air was quiet all of a sudden. Song Zechen compared the matching of beads and shells in silence, immersed in his own world, and didn't care about the passage of time at all.

"I'm ready." Park Jimin rubbed his sore neck after bowing his head for too long, "Why don't we engrave our own names to exchange?"

Song Zechen finished stringing the last bead and felt good after hearing the suggestion. He found a cloth bag in the drawer on the right and took out a small carving knife: "Okay, but remember to be careful not to hurt your hands."

The two of them were shoulder to shoulder, carefully carving on the shell with a knife.

Crooked handwriting.

JM&Eden

After wearing them and taking several photos for authentication, Song Zechen pushed open the door, and the old man came in wearing an apron hearing the sound: "Stay here for dinner? I just caught fish this morning."

Song Zechen shook his head and regretfully refused: "We have other tasks."

The old man looked regretful, and mentioned other things: "Is your grandfather in good health?"

"Not bad, how about you?"

"I'm definitely much better than him. I can't lose to the old man in terms of exercise."

Song Zechen followed the old man's energetic and childish behavior with a smile, and stepped forward to hug him farewell.

"When we become grandpas in the future, we have to do like them." Park Jimin subconsciously acted like a baby after walking for a while, "Childishly comparing each other, making an appointment to go mountaineering and buy a house to play disco."

Song Zechen was suddenly not so resistant to getting old, because this kind of description is very beautiful just thinking about it: "But I like suites, and my future home is definitely not suitable for disco dancing."

"Then go to Brother Yunqi's house, he will definitely buy the villa." Park Jimin was very sure.

Song Zechen turned his head, his eyes full of expectant smiles.

After returning to the residence and making a lot of noise, I went back to my room to rest.Song Zechen's thesis finally finished the first draft and entered the stage of plagiarism checking. The rest went back to Seoul to continue. It was rare for him to get into bed early.He ignored the stinging pain on his face when he washed his face indifferently, and just wiped it off with a towel.

It was just dawn, and Song Zechen got up dizzy and walked into the bathroom.

In the next second, my heart skipped a beat in fright—a person sitting on the toilet seat was pitch black and couldn’t see his face clearly. Turning on the light, he still couldn’t see his face clearly...

Tian Zhengguo ran away from sleepiness, and hurriedly stood up: "I wanted to get up early and wash up diligently, but I couldn't hold back..."

Song Zechen walked to the sink with a smile, only glanced at the mirror and couldn't move it away, the smile gradually disappeared.

"I rely on..."

Song Zechen stared at the mirror in a daze, and blurted out a dirty word.

He turned black.

Since he can remember, he has never had such a complexion, even if it is considered normal for ordinary people, it is a degree darker than his original one.

Tian Zhengguo stood up and went to Song Zechen's side to look in the mirror as well. This one was more serious than Song Zechen, and he got a translucent wheat color directly, but it was not uniform and pretty.

The two seemed to have just returned from fleeing Africa, one dark and one shallow, like black light bulbs shining in the daytime, with powerful power.

Tian Zhengguo was more shocked by Song Zechen's complexion than himself, turned his head to look at Song Zechen's real face in disbelief, and opened his mouth round: "Is the sun in Hawaii so poisonous?"

Song Zechen blinked fiercely, to make sure he wasn't in a dream, he pinched his face hard.

Tian Zhengguo fell into the miraculous repetition: "It's so amazing, it's really amazing, but even you will be tanned..."

"Do you have sunscreen with you? Show me."

Song Zechen's brain suffered a huge shock, not because of his skin color, but because he had never been exposed to the sun during military training since he was a child. He couldn't help but wonder if Hawaii's lower latitude is easier to get tanned than South Korea, and he tried to start from the geography find the reason.

After Tian Zhengguo threw the sunscreen to Song Zechen, he continued to be amazed: "Ah Ze, you feel different when you get tanned. You look a bit like the military officer in the TV series, but you don't look like me..."

Speaking of this, he subconsciously glanced at himself in the glasses. He didn't know if it was an illusion. It was much darker than yesterday, as if he had just crawled out of a coal pile, and he could already foresee how screaming Cody would be besieged when he returned home.

"Tian Zhengguo..."

Song Zechen lowered his head and observed for a long time. It was rare for him to call Tian Zhengguo by his first and last name. His face was stiff and ugly.

For the first time in his life, Tian Zhengguo felt threatened and oppressed by Song Zechen, he was confused and depressed.

"Why?" Tian Zhengguo's voice was a little hoarse. He felt that he might not be able to bear the slightest grievance from Song Zechen.

But Song Zechen was not in the mood to comfort his brother for the time being, his lips were pale, and he was facing Tian Zhengguo while clutching the sunscreen and introducing the English products.

If Song Zechen has not turned black, this may become an excellent sunscreen advertisement. After the variety show is broadcast, countless merchants will cooperate with him.

However, the reality is that Song Zechen has become black, and the merchant is very likely to tear up the contract and ask him to pay high compensation and tell him to get out.

The reality is so ruthless, but Tian Zhengguo can't read English, so he can't think so much.

He could only be keenly aware of what was wrong, expressing his doubts clearly in black and white with the only eye on his entire face that was not tanned because it couldn't be tanned.

Song Zechen closed his eyes in despair:

"This sunscreen...."

"It's a tan."

Tian Zhengguo: "..."