[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Waiting for them to get off work until it was dark, Song Zechen took a detour and ran back to the company, and came down with an extra bag in his hand.It looked brand new with only the sign removed, got into the car and arrived home quickly.

Zheng Haoxi and Park Jimin followed behind Song Zechen and exchanged intense eye contact.

"Zechen, what's the matter?" Jin Taiyi, who came to open the door, was a little frightened by Song Zechen's appearance of boundless and endless murderousness, all in black and carrying a black schoolbag.

"It's okay, bro." Song Zechen's expression softened for a moment after meeting Jin Taejun, he brushed away his eye-catching bangs, and reminded softly, "Don't be afraid when you hear anything later, understand? Go ahead and eat your cake, Don't meddle."

He repeated to Tian Zhengguo who came over after hearing the news: "Good boy, you too."

Then they watched Song Zechen helplessly into Min Yunqi's room.There was a sound of "click", restrained and cautious, Song Zechen was a little smaller than others when he put the heaviest things, and they judged that it was from the leather bag.

"What is this?" Min Yunqi panicked for a second after Song Zechen came in, and quickly regained his composure, sitting on the chair and crossing his legs.

"You answer me first, why did you suddenly remember what happened in March and transfer the money back to me in August?"

Song Zechen didn't answer the other party's question directly, threw the black bag at his feet, and sat on the sofa in the room.

Min Yunqi shrugged: "There is no reason, it's just that the copyright fee came into the account today, and when I checked the balance, I thought of your incident, so I returned it to you."

"Why pay it back?" Song Zechen smiled and tried to maintain a polite attitude, "That's your birthday present."

"I don't admit it was my birthday present, I don't like it."

The door of the room was not closed, and other people had already pushed and shoved and hid on both sides of the door to listen to their smoky battle.

"You said you didn't like it again at this time. I made a long list before your birthday and asked what you want. In half an hour, I told the hotel waiter that there are at least 50 kinds of things. You give me back. Same number of 'I don't want'. What do you want me to do?"

Min Yunqi felt a little guilty, and insisted: "Then can't you think of something else? We've known each other for many years, don't you know what I like? You actually used money to prevaricate me!"

Open the perspective of God, and you will find that this kind of dialogue has the same effect as Cinderella who robs the domineering president and treats money like dung to clean herself up.

The domineering President Song laughed angrily: "I will give away everything that should be given away. I have everything you want. What do you want me to give away?"

"And." Song Zechen raised his voice, "Isn't it what you often say about sending money?"

Song Zechen paused for a moment, and vividly imitated Min Yunqi's drunken voice: "Who told me every day, 'I, Daegu genius, pay money'?"

"Also, do you remember what you sent me before?" Song Zechen gradually became agitated, and suddenly remembered something. He dug out the text message on his mobile phone, and read it aloud angrily, as sincerely as he spoke under the national flag every week in middle school :

"Hello, I am the descendant of Min's excavator in Shandong, China. I lost my way while driving the excavator, and now I am separated from my friends. As long as you are willing to help me and transfer 100 billion won to my account, I will be very grateful. When I come back, I will definitely ask you to drive the excavator and wander the world together."

When Song Zechen received the text message at the beginning, he didn't know how to react. Should he be blocked or wander around the world?

"It's ok! Stop talking!" Min Yunqi blushed, not knowing whether it was anger or shame.

The melon-eaters watching outside the door couldn't help expressing their opinions.

"I didn't expect Brother Yunqi..." Park Jimin thought for a long time how to describe it, "It's so interesting hahahahaha."

"Their private communication is more than we imagined." Jin Taixi clicked his tongue, "I didn't receive this text message."

"Didn't Brother Yunqi say that his ancestral home is related to China? This fraudulent text message is quite pragmatic." Tian Zhengguo praised in a different way.

"Look." Song Zechen grabbed the phone, "Didn't I just follow your request?"

"What I said is one thing, but my birthday is another! It's none of my business if you foolishly take it seriously." Min Yunqi approached shamelessly, "I had a good birthday, I was expecting you to send What, it turned out to be sent after a transfer, can't I pay you back if I'm not happy now?"

"Of course, your birthday is the oldest." Song Zechen turned his head and left after saying this. A group of people blocking the door looked at the sky, the ground and the air when he passed by, but they didn't look at him.

"Let's go." Song Zechen tasted the cake that Jin Taejin sent, and pushed open the door of his room.

The others looked at each other, not sure if he was angry or not, but they didn't seem angry at all.

"Zhengguo, do you think Zechen is angry?" Zheng Haoxi asked Tian Zhengguo for advice.

Tian Zhengguo shook his head and nodded again: "I think it must have been a little bit when I was talking to Brother Yunqi before, but I didn't feel that he was angry after that."

"The two of them may simply want to quarrel and exchange feelings." Jin Taiyi came back to his senses, there was still more than half of the cake that was so fascinated by watching it just now, and now he scooped it with a small fork, and expressed his words vaguely view.

"Then let's break up." Zheng Haoxi greeted the youngsters, "It's fine if we don't fight, the rest is none of our business, go and do your own business, kids."

Min Yunqi in the room twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the simple wish of "it's fine if you don't fight" that he heard without any scruples. He stood up to collect water and found Song Zechen's bag left here.

what?

He didn't want to open it, and didn't want to have contact with Song Zechen for the time being, so he walked around the bag and went out.

The main theme of the return is "DNA". Tian Zhengguo's whistle is the highlight. When recording the song, the maknae went in alone to record the leading part, and the other brothers did what they had to do.

Park Jimin teased the youngest with Jung Ho-seok through the glass, gesturing as if to express something.Tian Zhengguo broke his merits and whistled several times.

"Why can't I whistle?" Jin Nanjun tried to close his mouth, and made a few waving and broken ending sounds.

"I can't either." Jin Shuozhen imitated his mouth and couldn't make a sound for a long time. Suddenly he saw himself in the mirror, turned around and talked to Song Zechen who was playing with his mobile phone, "Zechen, don't you think I whistle? cute?"

After speaking, he made a gesture of whistling in front of Song Zechen. Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, he just pouted, and even planned to forcefully kiss someone.

Song Zechen, who was playing with his mobile phone and left him a side, quickly pulled out a tissue to block between him and Jin Shuozhen. Jin Shuozhen, who was trying to whistle, soon found that there were a few water spots on the tissue from spraying. The source in his mouth.

Jin Shuozhen covered his mouth in embarrassment, and Song Zechen was willing to shift his gaze to the paper, remove the barrier between the two, and knead silently: "Brother, you don't need to whistle to be cute. It's good to have an exploratory spirit. It would be better if you could control the amount of water coming out.”

Min Yunqi, who was quiet on the other side, handed the trash can to Song Zechen. Song Zechen glanced at him, and threw the paper ball into it with dignity.

"Are they reconciled?" Kim Nam Joon, who was not at the scene but had heard everything, asked Min Yoon Ki's roommate Kim Seok Jin in a low voice.

Jin Shuozhen shook his head: "I don't know, but Zechen left a bag in Yunqi's room that day, and I only found out after looking through it later that the bag contained a pen with Yunqi's name engraved on it, which was integrated with the pattern." It’s really pretty when you look closely.”

When Jin Shuozhen said this, he watched Min Yunqi furtively without noticing what he was talking about, and whispered to Jin Nanjun: "You don't know, Yunqi looked remorseful and guilty when he saw that pen."

"Tsk." Jin Nanjun's request was very low, "I don't care about them, as long as they don't fight."

"Don't worry, they'll be fine if you look at them." Jin Shuozhen showed his elder brother demeanor at the moment, and he knew how to be serious when it was time to be serious.

After watching the two people get off work all day, the alarm in Jin Nanjun's heart was lifted, and he was sure that the two of them would not quarrel again, and he sat in the car home and played with his mobile phone with peace of mind.

Song Zechen was leaning against the car window as usual, the white headphone cable matched his fair and slender neck, revealing a clean student air, and the pleasant fragrance on his body was hazy.

"What are you listening to?" Jin Tae-joo moved his butt a long distance to stand shoulder to shoulder with Song Zechen.

Song Zechen looked at him with a smile, his eyes sparkled, and he took off the earphones and gave them to him.

As soon as he listened to it, Kim Tae-in immediately showed a bright smile, and said in a low but proud playful voice, "It's my song."

Not long ago he and Kim Nam Joon collaborated on "Four Points".

"Doesn't it sound good?" Jin Tae-joo cheerfully begged for praise.

What Song Zechen likes very much is that Jin Tae-joo is not twitchy, clean and carefree like a child, he is generous when he looks forward to getting candy, grins squarely after tasting the candy, and occasionally rubs out two small antennas to receive sweetness from alien planets gift.

"It sounds nice and gentle."

Like a voice telling a story, soft and wet, stained with the dew on the moon.

"When I wrote this song, I thought of a lot of people, and it seemed like there was nothing, only myself in the whole world."

Jin Taiyi leaned his head gently on Song Zechen's shoulder and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering like a small fan.

At first it was just acting like a baby, but gradually his eyelids became darker and darker. The deep voice in the earphones and the scent lingering in his nose in reality made him drowsy.

Song Zechen couldn't help but laugh, no one would fall asleep after listening to his own song.

But he adjusted his posture carefully and remained still, and signaled his manager with his eyes to cover Jin Tae-jin with a blanket.

As the night fell, the neon lights of the stores on the street lit up, turning into mottled patches of color at a distance, and a moon hung in the sky outside the car window.

Singing in the earphones: "One night, I wrote a long letter to the moon, although it was not brighter than you, I lit a small candle..."

How could it be bright without it?

Your whole world is a blue moonlight.