[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"It's just to tell you in advance so that you have a preparation. The matter cannot be hidden, and the whole company will know soon."

"It's no longer a question of whether the funds can be turned around. The core is gone, the business insider is leaked, and the company's people are scattered..."

"It won't last long, the staff will..."

"The members are already exhausted, it seems that all I can do is to inform you..."

Song Zechen locked himself in the small darkness of the production room, and Fang Shihe's words were still chewing over and over again in his heart. Whether he took it apart or put it together, it was equally ironic and sad.

When he sat in front of Fang Shihe and faced the white hair and decadence of the other party, his memory shuttled back and forth between the memory of the company's near bankruptcy before his debut and the memory of the company's debts due to the accident of the senior sister group after his debut, and finally fixed in the corner of Shihe's tired and drooping eyes at the moment , The expressionless face before the death sentence was pronounced.

"It doesn't matter, there will always be a way."

He suddenly murmured to himself like stealing the bell, comforting himself as he comforted Fang Shihe in the past, "The important people are still there, if there is no relationship, we will get through it."

Their members are still there, they have survived so many ups and downs, and at worst they can work hard again, they can recruit staff again, and they can find companies to cooperate with related foreign affairs. If his family happens to be able to help, wouldn't everyone be happy.

Such idealistic words are usually Song Zechen's first jump out of 1 objections and ridicules, but now they are ridiculously becoming his life-saving straw, making him deliberately ignore the "members are exhausted" and "hearts are scattered" that Fang Shihe is also aware of. words.

He grabbed the phone for a long time and couldn't make any calls to talk about it, so he buried his face in his hands dejectedly.He mechanically put on his coat and walked out of the company. The usual half-hour journey was doubled by him.

When he returned home, Jin Tae-jin embraced him enthusiastically, holding his hand mysteriously.

"What's wrong?" Song Zechen was pushed forward.

"Playing games?" Jin Taejin pushed him into his room, Jin Shuozhen and Tian Zhengguo were also inside, each with a game controller, ready to fight.

Song Zechen randomly found a place to sit next to Jin Shuozhen, and thought that this brother might slap him when he was angry for a while, so he quietly moved to Tian Zhengguo and Jin Taejin's place.

It's been a long time since I played the game, so Song Zechen suddenly stopped the movement of his hands when he was following them, and stared blankly at the red button for a moment.

"Zechen! What are you stunned for! We are going to die!" Jin Shuozhen stretched out his hand and patted Song Zechen's back.

When he regained his senses in a panic, the game was over.

Died miserably.

"Don't play anymore." Song Zechen put the controller on the table, "I'm a little dizzy watching the 3D game, I'm going to rest first, you guys continue."

Jin Shuozhen looked at his hand in disbelief and whispered: "Did I hit it that hard?"

"Okay." Tian Zhengguo had no choice but to care about Song Zechen in his busy schedule, and said goodbye without looking back.

Song Zechen thoughtfully closed the door for them, stood facing the door for a while, staring blankly, and returned to his room slowly after a while.

He lay down on the bed with his ears pressed against the bed board, wondering if it was the knocking sound coming from downstairs, it shook his heart a lot.

Unknowingly fell asleep, unknowingly passed the day in a trance, just like the bomb in the game, he doesn't know which day it will blow up people's flesh and blood, only the sound of the countdown is noisy in the ear stop.

Unknowingly came to the last day of the WingsTour Seoul Encore.

Concerts are always a place where sweat and tears gather. Although it sounds hot and humid, it actually carries a kind of burning romance.All the people came from all over the world to fulfill an agreement, and gathered into a sea of ​​twinkling lights, twinkling and twinkling, falling into the world like stars all over the sky.

Song Zechen's eyes sparkled along with it.

"Born Singer" "2! 3! "" "Spring Day" These lyric songs have always been tears of memory.

For example, in the singing of "Spring Day", Song Zechen likes to pass the microphone to the bottom during his own part, and take off his ears to listen to the chorus of the whole audience, which is so shocking and beautiful.

For example, "BornSinger" is sung in a circle. In the previous concert, they turned to the members and finally turned to Ami, but now Ami turns to the members at the climax in front of him, which has changed too much meaning.

Song Zechen turned around and saw Park Jimin's smiling face, the other party subconsciously narrowed his eyes at him, drawing a smiling face in the air as if to comfort his depressed self, he smiled back in a daze for a moment.

The spotlights on the stage shone obliquely, half of his profile was neon-like, and half of his face was in the shadows as if crying.

The members are all crybaby, and they couldn't hide their good emotions during the final conversation. Song Zechen desperately lowered his head to hide his tears, and looked at the changing lights under the field control, like people breathing gently and rhythmically, and his heart followed. down.He cleared his throat and gripped the microphone tightly.

"From debut to now, I never thought that I could get so much love, sometimes I suddenly wonder if I deserve it?

Many people told me that they felt that she was getting farther and farther away from me. In fact, I was as terrified as everyone else. What should I do if I get too close and find that I don’t match the appearance you like, so I hope that I can always be a The way everyone relies on it. "

Song Zechen felt that what he said was a bit heavy, so he grinned, held the microphone with both hands, and quietly changed the subject:

"Everyone's life is made up of many parts. I am fortunate to fall into a small piece. Although it is small, it can just form part of the puzzle you love. That should be the happiest thing in my life."

He bowed to the audience for a long time:

"Thank you all very much."

Applause, flowers and honors can easily give people the illusion of a dream, and a word that members often talk about is "no sense of reality".

When Song Zechen was in the background looking through the concert-related news on Twitter, Min Yunqi passed by and handed him a glass of glucose: "What's wrong with you recently, you're absent-minded when you're out of work."

Song Zechen lowered his head to refill his energy, pretending not to care: "Really? Maybe I'm too tired, I will adjust as soon as possible."

"Yeah." Min Yunqi accepted the explanation verbally, staring at the top of Song Zechen's lowered head with deep eyes, "I'm quite tired too."

Song Zechen raised his head, pursed his lips slightly and smiled softly with him.

The joy of seeing the people he loves at the concert dilutes Song Zechen's hesitation. In most cases, people choose to forget, and their instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages makes them subconsciously ignore hidden crises.

Coupled with the mandatory busyness of working day and night without sleep, he has an excuse to forget. After finishing his day's work in the company, he can even go to the gym. In short, he must completely fill his life.

He didn't want to speculate on how other people would react when they knew the news about the company's status. People couldn't stand speculation, and excessive speculation would lead to a stalemate between the two parties.

After taking a shower from the gym, the sore calves were relieved a lot by the steaming water. Song Zechen checked the weather forecast on his phone, wrapped up an extra coat, and walked home quickly.

Guessing that everyone was going to bed, Song Zechen cautiously slowed down and turned around to find that there seemed to be someone.

Min Yunqi sat in front of the dining table, hung up a pair of headphones, and stared blankly at a certain point on the ground.

"Brother, why are you sitting here?" Song Zechen went to the kitchen to take a glass, and found that Min Yunqi noticed him, and he didn't intend to disturb his mind, so he greeted him.

Only vague outlines could be seen in the darkness. He hesitated for a moment before deciding to turn on the light, but it took a long time for the fluorescent lamp above his head to turn on.I found something wrong with the light tube earlier, but they haven't been at home very much recently, so they didn't bother to change it.

Min Yunqi took off his earphones, his eyes were still at an unknown place in the distance, and he was slightly squinted by the sudden light: "You already know about the company, don't you?"

In connection with Song Zechen's gloomy atmosphere these past few days, something is about to come out.

Song Zechen was already prepared to be questioned, and knowing that it was not a rare thing for him, he put the water glass he had taken a sip on the table: "It's only a few days earlier than you."

"Oh." Min Yunqi nodded.

The kitchen window was not closed, and the cold wind in the middle of the winter night was mixed with ice slag. Song Zechen touched the goosebumps on his hands, frowned at Min Yunqi who was unconscious in the wind, sighed helplessly, and walked to the window Prepare to close the windows.

As soon as he approached the window, the wind made him close his eyes subconsciously, and his cheek was almost turned into a piece of ice by the cold.

In the next second, Min Yunqi's very soft words shattered the ice.

"What will happen if we separate?"

Song Zechen turned his head stiffly as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. The numbness of the electric shock from his nerves to his fingertips made him tremble slightly, the warmth in his body quickly faded, and the blood in his bones was coagulated with blood clots that could not flow.

He stared at Min Yunqi in a daze, and saw the genuine questioning expression on the other's face, as if separated by a glass window.

It is not a rhetorical question for a statement, but a real serious consideration of the feasibility of this plan occasionally.

Min Yunqi stopped talking.

The two looked at each other clearly, but their eyes were filled with lacquer.

Dark, can't find a little light.

The light bulb was overwhelmed and gave out the sound of electric current. After crackling and exploding, it struggled to flicker, like the heavy breathing of an old man in his twilight years.

Boo.

The whole world goes off.