[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Led by Jin Shuozhen, they laughed for half an hour at Song Zechen and Tian Zhengguo, who sat side by side on the sofa and had nothing to do with each other.

Park Jimin rubbed his stomach that hurt from laughing, and raised his mobile phone with trembling hands to record the millennium wonder that Song Zechen might never see again in his lifetime.

"Jungkook, well done." Kim Tae-joo gave a thumbs up.

After laughing, Jin Nanjun pretended to reason with them: "Zhengguo, you have to learn English well in the future. If you understand it, the scene like today will not happen."

"Who would like to read such small and dense English?" Tian Zhengguo muttered.

Song Zechen was speechless like a statue the whole time.

"Ze Chen is crazy." Jin Shuo really couldn't help laughing and showed affection.

Song Zechen rolled his eyes, expressionless as if he was sitting on an immortal.

But it still couldn't stop them from laughing at his enthusiasm. His mind was filled with the laughter of six people equivalent to 60 people. Even Tian Zhengguo finally followed up with a silly laugh, smiled and saw his expression and then fell silent.

Song Zechen was not very angry, and he was even more reluctant to lose his temper with Tian Zhengguo. He got up tired and went back to his room to pack his luggage. He passed the cameraman and grabbed him in a broken state:

"Brother, I'm going crazy if I don't go back."

He was tortured to the brink of death during a trip, and he was really not suitable to go out with them to play, and the previous solo trips were full of accidents, which he should have expected.

"It's coming soon."

A staff member who was familiar with Song Zechen comforted him distressedly when he saw Song Zechen's sharper chin.

At the cost of Song Zechen's torment, the trip to Hawaii finally came to the last day.

Trying to surf in the morning, Song Zechen learned a little bit before, and soon became handy. In the afternoon, he went back to rest with the exhausted people.

When Jin Nanjun, who came out to go to the toilet, passed by the room where the production team stayed, he heard them discussing how to operate in secret.

"Should I do something to bring Suga and Eden together, I think it would be interesting for them to write to each other?"

"I think it's a good proposal, but Suga wrote to Eden, or did Eden write to Suga?"

"Suga write to Eden, if someone from Eden discovers our little trick, he may directly diss us in the letter."

The speaker's tone was terrified, and it was very likely that Song Zechen knew him so well because of the veteran staff who had watched him grow up since he joined the company.

"Eden, the superficial fairy is actually a time bomb. I'm afraid."

"Me too, I'm afraid too."

"Coincidentally, I'm a little afraid of him too."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the small room was filled with a terrifying atmosphere for some reason, all recalling the lethality of Song Zechen, the smiling king.

"I think Eden is a nice person, what's the matter with you?" Another voice retorted weakly.

"It's one thing for people to be nice, but it's another for us to be afraid." Another voice sympathized lovingly with colleagues who didn't know the world.

"We should face up to the difficulties and change the way of thinking for Eden. If he writes to Suga, he will be so worried that he will bite the pen. If we do it in a concealed way, we will not be found out. That is our home field."

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There was silence in the room, and a few seconds later there was a unanimous reply: "You are right!"

When the dust settled, Jin Nanjun heard this and left quietly. When he met Song Zechen, he smiled strangely, and Song Zechen gave him a puzzled look.

When the program team informed the members to write letters for each other, and Song Zechen was going to write to Min Yunqi, he suddenly recalled Jin Nanjun's mysterious Mona Lisa smile.

"you......?"

The nerves of the production team were tense, for fear of Song Zechen's revenge.

"Brother, I will chat with you guys when I get back to the company."

Sure enough, what should come will still come, the staff frantically told themselves "We have a reason, we are for the welfare of the fans, he can't do anything to us" as a comfort, ignoring the future.

After knowing the target of the letter, everyone enthusiastically devoted themselves to creation.

Song Zechen almost scratched his head and returned to the fear of being dominated when he was writing propositional composition in high school.He himself is not a person who likes to express his emotions, and what he wants to say has already been conveyed through the songs given on his birthday.Now that he is forced to write it out and read it himself in front of the camera, he is shy and embarrassed instead.

What's more, it was Min Yunqi who was the most awkward to get along with.

"Ugh."

His nose touched the white paper, frowning.

Min Yunqi, who was strolling around, couldn't tell what it was like. In his consciousness, Song Zechen probably really had nothing to say to him, so he behaved like this. He simply left a sentence coldly:

"Song Zechen! Is it so distressing to write to me! Then don't write!"

Song Zechen put down his pen readily: "Okay, that's what you said."

Min Yunqi stomped away angrily.

After he watched Min Yunqi leave, he continued to be in a daze, the tip of the pen stained the paper with a small blob of ink, and he couldn't continue after writing "Hello".He seemed to have a lot to say to Min Yunqi, but he seemed to have nothing to say.

Just like writing a composition for an exam, the program team asked them to stop writing when the time came and called them to the cruise ship.

As soon as Song Zechen boarded the boat, he took a glass of prepared beer to strengthen his courage, ignoring Tian Zhengguo's complaint that he could not drink.

The program team specially edited the five-year debut video for them, and Song Zechen's heart slowly relaxed in the memories.

When it was time for the cruise ship to open, the wind in the evening was cooler than before, which made people's pores dilate.

Song Zechen licked his lips. He was not as nervous as he was when he spoke in the auditorium, and there was an inexplicable sense of sacredness.

"How is your writing?" Tian Zhengguo asked Song Zechen in a low voice.

Song Zechen shook his head.

Noticing this, the last bit of expectation in Min Yunqi's heart completely disappeared.

Park Jimin grabbed the letter paper in his hand and cleared his throat.

Song Zechen subconsciously straightened his back, scratched the back of his head and his heartstrings tensed.

"To Zechen:

We have known each other for so many years, and it feels like time flies. At that time, I hadn't succeeded in losing weight, and you were still working hard for the college entrance examination.

A lot of people think I have enough.

For example, they don't understand why I still feel distressed when I get a fair test result, and they don't understand that when the teacher praises my dancing, I will shake my head and say that I didn't do it well, and feel that I am putting on airs to show off.

But you don’t ask a question. You know that different people have different standards. If I think the dance is not good, you can dance with me. I spoke. "

"When you were a trainee, you often gave me a cup of lemon tea or juice at night, invited me to watch the moon together, and told me that the moon was very bright.

In fact, the moon is not so bright sometimes, but you are brighter than the moonlight, and the moments of chatting late at night every day have become an important reason for me to survive. "

"We will still have many, many moonlit nights, if you treat me as gently as you treat your maknae, I swear the moon in my heart will never set!"

In the warm and affectionate atmosphere, Park Jimin suddenly raised his voice at the end, partly to relieve his shyness, partly to declare war on Tian Zhengguo, not to mention Song Zechen is one year younger, Tian Zhengguo's treatment is so different that it makes people greedy.

Everyone laughed together. Before Song Zechen could speak, Tian Zhengguo took the lead: "Okay, brother Zhimin, I understand."

Park Jimin's heart skipped a beat: "What do you know?"

"The moon rises and the moon sets is an irresistible law of nature. I will go back and popularize scientific knowledge to you." Tian Zhengguo arranged tasks for himself and Park Jimin with a smile.

Song Zechen bent his knees and hugged his legs, tilted his head slightly and smiled as he listened to their letters and fights, as if there were waves in his heart.

Expect to be beautiful and clear forever, they are young and have the ability to look forward.

The last order is Song Zechen.

Everyone is looking forward to it, except for the two parties, the rest of the people are smiling badly, expecting more than the parties.

"Come and listen to the writing of our Seoul National University students."

"Zechen's serious writing is touching. The songs we wrote before made us cry."

It was Zheng Haoxi who was worried about putting too much burden on Song Zechen, so he smoothed things over: "Okay, this is writing a letter by hand, not an article. What are you doing so beautifully written!"

Song Zechen took a light breath, feeling extremely embarrassed:

"Brother Yunqi, hello."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he laughed first, and Min Yunqi, who was full of anticipation, turned black and turned his body sideways to show his disdain.

The others snickered sullenly, Song Zechen pinched his slightly red ears with his fingernails, and smiled embarrassingly.

"When we first met, I didn't have much of an impression of you. You staggered your schedule every day. You thought I was arrogant and I thought you were cold.

After getting along slowly, I realized how ridiculous my preconceived prejudices are. "

"It's not indifferent and careless, but gentle, strong, kind and childish."

Min Yunqi lowered his head and pressed the floor.

"When I was a trainee, I was at my heaviest weight, because every day I want to pull you to eat together, I have to eat a few mouthfuls before I have an excuse to throw it to you."

"I heard that luck can be given as a gift. I used to buy you a lottery ticket from time to time. They didn't lie. What you have now doesn't need me to buy a lottery ticket."

"God has not treated you badly, except for my insignificant company, other brothers and younger brothers and the power of the whole universe are pushing you to the destination of happiness."

Song Zechen narrated in a chatty voice, as if talking with a close friend across the fire in winter.

"From Daegu to Seoul, I pursued my dreams without hesitation, always admired music, looked at things transparently and gently, and negotiated with life through creation.

Min Yoongi is composed of the temperature of the fireworks, the scars from the wind and waves, and the good weather of the blue sky and white clouds. "

Min Yunqi's eyes were sore, but he forced himself to smile, always feeling ashamed if he cried.

"You are right in front of me now, and you may laugh at me after reading this passage, just like criticizing my off-topic composition at the beginning, thinking that I am numb and meaningless.

Then I will pretend to be angry, quarrel with you and tell you that I wrote these things casually.

Then you may be sulking, and I can take the opportunity to hug you and comfort you about the dissatisfaction with the song you wrote last night.

Our relationship is always strangely off track. "

"When I was a child, I knew that lying would make my nose grow, and I still believe in it until now. Either I don't lie or I don't speak. This is the reason why I am often silent.

So, I won't say I miss you, but the cat is you, and Songyue is also you. "

The setting sun is blowing towards the face with the sea breeze.

"So, I love you."

Song Zechen answered quickly, and the next sentence appeared immediately.

"But the first sentence is false."

Min Yunqi raised his head in a daze, clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, and had no choice but to understand it as expected after hearing "fake".

The corners of Song Zechen's mouth turned up, and he smiled slyly, his eyes seemed to be looking at Min Yunqi and the setting sun behind him, his voice was also tinged with the lightness of an orange-yellow evening flavor.

"The second sentence is also false."