[Entertainment] Chen Guang

In mid-November, they flew from Seoul to Los Angeles.

AmericanMusicAwards invited them to participate in the show as guest performers. When they received the news, Park Jimin still exclaimed in a low voice, even though there was a billboard foreshadowing.After exclaiming, he found that he couldn't really express his feelings, so he exclaimed loudly again. He inhaled too much air and choked him to cough. Song Zechen patted his back funnyly to relieve his breath.

So far, they are advancing on the unexplored road of Korean artist groups, exploring the European and American markets, and the limited help of small companies. They are excited but tentative every step of the way.

There were several talk shows before the red carpet. Fortunately, since the last BBMA, the members understood the importance of English. They went back to Korea and embraced the Buddha’s feet for a long time. I was more active last time.

"After the show is over, all that's left is the Q&A with reporters on the red carpet. You guys will recite the questions that Zechen and I have sorted out. Don't worry." Tell other members with confidence.

"Understood brother, you go to rest." Jin Taeyi picked up the fifth cup of coffee that Jin Nanjun had finished drinking and threw it into the trash can, urging distressedly, "Zechen too."

Song Zechen took a sip of coffee in his mouth, deliberately without sugar, the pure bitter taste hit the numb taste buds on the tip of the tongue like a siege, in exchange for a moment of sobriety.

He leaned on the back of the chair and joked: "I'm going to draw a knife on my arm now, and come out and say maybe it's not blood but coffee."

He was about to throw up.

"We are ready for everything that needs to be prepared. Don't worry, let yourselves rest for a while." Jin Shuozhen also couldn't understand their suicidal work.

"I can't fall asleep after drinking too much coffee, so it's better to be more prepared." Jin Nanjun sorted out a stack of A4 papers, flying around so that only he could understand.

Song Zechen echoed: "Me too."

Jin Shuo really knew that the majesty of the eldest brother at this time would not make them submit obediently, so he reluctantly greeted the others: "Except the two of you, the others should go to rest quickly."

Turning his head and repeating meaninglessly to the two: "You too, as soon as possible! Don't think that someone will accompany you for a long night and you will not be lonely, so you can pretend to stay up late."

Song Zechen and Jin Nanjun smiled at each other, and at the same time shrugged in favor of the nagging elder brother.

When the red carpet was over, they finally ushered in the most important and crucial part of this American tour - the "DNA" stage performance.

Even though they have performed countless times in large and small performances in China, it is the first time for them to sing Korean songs at the National Music Festival.

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Or just sit and wait for Cody to finish putting on her makeup, tidy up her clothes and test the mic. The usual ordinary process has become short and long. I want to procrastinate a little longer, but also want to immediately switch the timeline to after the performance.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Song Zechen straightened Min Yunqi's mike, who was a little out of position due to trembling, and grabbed his shoulder to pass the warmth of his palm to him, hoping to make him draw strength.

"I'm too nervous to take it."

Min Yunqi grasped Song Zechen's arm, like a drowning man climbing a driftwood, the cold temperature penetrated into Song Zechen's pores, making him shiver.

Song Zechen frowned and directly took Min Yunqi's hand to warm it up.

"What's the matter?" Jin Nanjun saw the two muttering for a long time, inexplicably worried, and came to check the situation.

"Brother Yunqi said he was nervous." Song Zechen stared at Jin Nanjun for a while, then took the other hand to hold Jin Nanjun, "Brother, you are the same."

"Ah, I was discovered." Jin Nanjun stuck out his tongue, he didn't dare to show it because of the captain's responsibility, he thought he was well hidden.

Song Zechen's hands were dry and warm, slowly allowing the temperature of the two people around him to rise, and when the sweat on his palms was about to stick to people, he let go: "It's much better."

"It's much better." Jin Nanjun exhaled loudly, showing his vitality, "It's fully charged!"

Min Yunqi remained silent, Song Zechen understood that this person was still nervous, lowered his head slightly, and carefully poked the other person's cheek.

When Min Yunqi looked up, he saw Song Zechen's smiling face shining like a rising sun, which made him twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Why doesn't Zechen feel anything?" Jin Nanjun praised Song Zechen's calmness as if nothing had happened.

"Actually, I also have a little bit, but it's not as obvious as you." Song Zechen recalled something, and turned his hands away embarrassedly, "I used to exercise when I was young, and I played on the stage with a group of black suits and dresses, and I was so scared that my legs couldn't stand still. So I just experienced something similar earlier than my brother."

Jin Nanjun nodded in understanding, and called everyone to form a circle to cheer.

The reaction off the stage was more enthusiastic than they had imagined. The group of Europeans and Americans cheered loudly, and there were many ARMYs watching from the outside.

After Tian Zhengguo got off the stage, he touched the back of Song Zechen's hand with his palm, and it was hot: "It was as cold as ice before, but now it's so hot that it's about to burn. It's finally over."

"I'm so nervous." Zheng Haoxi was still thinking about it until he returned to his residence. "It's more nervous than when I participated in the freestyle dance competition for the first time when I was a child."

"I'm so tired."

Kim Tae-jun, who has always been energetic, also quickly collapsed after the camera was turned off, as if he was carrying a heavy stone and couldn't stand upright.

"It's mainly because of mental fatigue." Park Jimin followed and lay down on the sofa, "There is a lot of psychological pressure, which is more uncomfortable than physical exhaustion."

Jin Nanjun tapped his knees: "Why are we all so frustrated when we are obviously very happy?"

"Let's all go back." Min Yunqi got up first, "I want to take a hot bath, but I'm still cold."

After returning to the room, Song Zechen habitually sat down at the table, stretched his five fingers vigorously to relieve the soreness, lingered on the notebook for a long time, and gently moved the

The palm of his hand was close to the table, his busy work had come to an end, he shook his head and finished tidying the table and getting ready to go to bed.

The vibration of the mobile phone was very obviously transmitted on the wooden table. The rumbling was not much different from an earthquake in his eyes due to exhaustion and neurasthenia. He rubbed his temples and picked it up, intending to go to rest immediately after finishing the long story.

"Alan."

Song Zechen just finished calling out his name, and froze in place the next second.

Through the radio signal, Alan's tired and hoarse voice exploded in his heart like a thunderbolt, blowing away all his rationality:

"The teacher passed away."

For a moment, Song Zechen's mind was like the snowflake screen of an old-fashioned TV when it couldn't receive a signal. It was buzzing and noisy, and it couldn't be tuned to a clear picture even after trying its best.

Alan didn't know his state of mind at the moment, so he continued to narrate on his own: "Call me in the early morning, and I will fly to Vienna tomorrow."

There was no response to the phone for half a day, only the sound of slightly rapid breathing, and the tide flooding under the moonlight.Song Zechen's heart seemed to be clenched by something, and his eyes were so dry that they seemed to have been filled with gravel, even if he blinked desperately, it was useless.Instead of calling a short-circuited wire a fault, it is better to say that he forcibly cut it off to block out unwanted news.

"You are still in the United States, I saw your live broadcast." Alan sensed his friend's emotions with a tacit understanding, and sighed softly.

"Hmm." Song Zechen could only squeeze out broken tones from his throat.

"Don't worry, the teacher will have no regrets when she gets old." Alan choked up as he spoke, "Why is it so sudden? The last time I saw her, she said she would come to my performance. "

I can't even see her.

His teacher only accompanied him in the few years when he was a child, but it benefited him for life.Later, he joined the company and gradually stopped learning musical instruments, and the teacher also moved to Europe for a long time.Older people don't like to move. He invited her to come to Korea several times, but she acted like an old child and refused. They hoped that he would spare time for their meeting.He has a busy schedule and is always busy, so he only relies on social tools to get in touch.

Thinking about it now is all an excuse.

He gripped the phone tightly, buried his head in the arms wrapped around him, the bright world outside the fluorescent lights was cut off, and he fell into the dark water, sinking continuously, churning up a piece of water that was unsafe, and the air squeezed in his lungs A steady stream of solution signals are issued.

After a long while, Song Zechen hesitated to turn on the phone screen again and input the number skillfully.The audio signal was transmitted across the ocean, and the mellow voice of the old man at home floated across the ocean: "Ze Chen."

"Grandpa." Song Zechen's nose became sore when he heard it, "The teacher passed away."

"Can you go see her off?" the old man sighed, understanding what his grandson was thinking.

"I will ask for leave from the company tomorrow."

With a long breath, Song Zechen hung up the phone dejectedly. He didn't want to hear comfort from anyone, even the closest grandpa.

Just treat him as selfish, even if he understands that birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, after hearing the news of the teacher's death, he inevitably thinks of his grandfather, what should he do?The powerful association ability of human beings can make people deviate from the focus and go to the end, and finally drown in the swamp of the abyss.

Someone knocked on the door and scratched it gently like a kitten. He raised his head and stared at the door for a long time, then got up and opened it.

The evening wind in Los Angeles is obviously chilly, but it is inexplicably mixed with damp and sticky, making people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their bones.Many people chase their dreams here, and many people have their dreams broken here.

Min Yunqi stood at the door with red eyes, looking at him silently.

Song Zechen didn't ask him what happened, and he didn't have the desire to investigate.

She just took a step forward, closed the door smoothly, and pulled him into her arms.

He was wearing a knitted sweater, which was so warm that it made people want to cry, but his fingertips were cold, but it didn't matter, as long as he didn't touch it, he could hide it from the other party.

Min Yunqi was at a loss at first, then slowly wrapped his arms around his waist, hiding his whole face, as if drained of strength, he leaned most of his body strength on Song Zechen's body.

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Holding him tightly, Min Yunqi seemed to have just taken a shower, with the aroma of shower gel and the lingering dampness on his body, but he was not as gentle and beautiful as he imagined. When the wind blew outside, the shivering caused his skin to form a layer of small particles. With the cold water vapor, even Song Zechen couldn't evaporate quickly.

"It's okay." Song Zechen's voice was soft, floating on the most superficial, outside of the situation, it didn't have any comforting effect.

A huge sense of panic drilled out of his spinal cord like a ghost and would eventually sweep over his whole body, and the chill at his fingertips was gradually penetrating into his bones.

What are you afraid of?