[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Dark night.

Save the audio file, and take off the earphones as if in a lifetime, and the sound of snowflakes falling from the branches outside the window becomes particularly obvious.

Song Zechen rubbed his bloodshot eyes, feeling dry and uncomfortable, looking at the year, month and sun jumping to zero on the computer in a trance, always feeling like he forgot something.

Until a steady stream of messages popping up from the phone reminded his half-dream and half-awake brain—his birthday is here.

Should I go home?

Song Zechen was hesitant and uncertain. After the exchange with Min Yunqi that day, the two of them met cautiously and silently from the next day. The others were keenly aware that the two were not in an ordinary cold war. They seemed to have guessed something in the details. The atmosphere at home very strange.

One after another, other people were also sought by Fang Shihe, and they were silent when they came back. No one communicated with each other, or talked in private, but no one dared to talk about it publicly.

And because of this, he didn't prepare Jin Shuozhen's birthday gift well, and planned to find a chance to make it up in the future.

Forget it, it's embarrassing to go back.

Song Zechen sighed for a long time, got up and opened the door to buy a bottle of drink.

After inserting the coin, there was a sound of rolling down. Song Zechen bent down to pick up a bottle of lemon tea, unscrewed the cap and walked back slowly.

A figure suddenly appeared around the corner, which made him stand still in fright.

The shadow patted the back of his head guiltily: "Chen, it's me."

"Brother, it's you." Song Zechen recognized Jin Nanjun in the faint shadow through the light.

"I'm sorry to scare you." Jin Nanjun stuck out his tongue quickly in embarrassment, expressing his intentions, "Happy birthday."

Song Zechen was stunned for a moment, then smiled quickly: "Thank you brother."

"It's okay, are you going to sleep in the production room tonight?" Jin Nanjun hesitated, as if trying to persuade Song Zechen to go back.

"Well. I plan to take advantage of the inspiration."

"That......"

Jin Nanjun pondered for a moment, apparently searched his brains and couldn't find anything to talk about. Ever since Song Zechen and Min Yunqi had a strange atmosphere, the others restrained themselves inexplicably, for fear of accidentally bumping into the part that the other party didn't want to mention.Song Zechen didn't know how much they knew, but seeing this situation, he could not help but sigh a few times.

"what is this?"

After being silent for a long time, Jin Nanjun finally mustered up his courage, and there was a USB flash drive lying quietly in his hand.

Song Zechen's eyes were too puzzled, looking at something that wasn't his own, and didn't think about the gift at all, Jin Nanjun casually scratched his hair, his eyes were shy and clear:

"Didn't you give us a song for each of us on our birthday before? Brother Yunqi, Hobi and I discussed cooperating to give you a song this year. This is the manuscript. We three rappers can't sing, so we find someone else to record it. Got the demo."

Song Zechen only stared at the USB flash drive in Jin Nanjun's hand for a few seconds, but it seemed very long, and suddenly realized that it was impolite for him to do so, and quickly raised his head to take it: "Thank you brother."

"It's okay." Jin Nanjun repeated in a low voice, turning his hands behind his back, "Happy birthday, and there is a specially copied paper version."

"Then I'm leaving." Song Zechen's eyes trembled, and he clenched the USB flash drive in his hand.

Say goodbye softly.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and ran back to Jin Nanjun's side. Facing his astonished gaze, he stuffed lemon tea into his hand: "I haven't drank it yet, I just unscrewed it."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he ran away immediately.

Back on the seat in the production room, I used the computer to read the document, and opened the specially copied manuscript together. It can be seen that the person who usually writes crookedly copied carefully in order to slow down the speed in order to be neat and awkward.

Song name - Eden.

Garden of Eden.

his name.

It sounds hopeful.

The same is true of the song, the lead singer with Tian Zhengguo's clear voice catches the ears instantly, the rap part is well integrated, and the high and low chorus of Park Jimin and Kim Taejung at the climax.

"Let's got lost in the garden of Eden."

What they were thinking when they wrote the song:

In the Garden of Eden, the tree of life is flourishing, and if it is gained, it will be lost again, and it will fall to Paradise forever.

Lying down in the sky and looking at the Milky Way, occasionally the stars will stir up the Milky Way water and decorate the universe.

Song Zechen touched the imprint left by writing too hard on the back of the paper with his fingertips, but what was flowing in his heart at this moment was a broken galaxy.He glimpsed the night outside the window, a few scattered stars, and tried to identify what they were.

This is his hobby since he was a child. Astronauts were included in his nonsense dreams when he was a child. Later, he gradually lost interest and lost the leisure time to look up at the stars. He only heard the news of Pluto leaving the solar system when he was in elementary school. The news sighed a few words.

Pluto was removed and lost its name because it was found to be incorrectly classified as a planet.

Might as well not let it join in the first place.

Thinking of this, Song Zechen pressed the pause button of the mouse, gently leaned his head on the keyboard, and closed his eyes tiredly. The computer screen was always on, emitting a dim light slowly.

Thinking a lot in a dream all night.

Early in the morning, I ran to my grandfather's house and asked for a birthday red envelope with a shy face. He helped distribute the pills and stared at the old man to eat them obediently. Have the energy to run around looking for your friends."

"Age has nothing to do with whether the medicine is bitter or not. It means that my sense of taste has always been sensitive." The old man snorted, very dissatisfied with his grandson's teasing.

"All right, all right, you have to eat whatever you want. You've been coughing for a week. Get well soon." Song Zechen's voice gradually lowered, "Just take care of your body for me."

"I see." The old man turned his head and looked at Song Zechen's back quietly, "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"No need, I want to bring food for the people in the dormitory." After Song Zechen replied Jin Shuozhen's message, he helped clear the table, thinking

Still thinking about the content just now.

When Jin Shuozhen was chatting with Song Zechen, he inadvertently mentioned Park Jimin's weight loss routine in recent days, and he had the courage to die with fat.

"Then I promised to go back as soon as possible. I watched your TV live broadcast last time, and everyone was so tired." The old man sighed.

"Grandpa, my company..." Song Zechen almost wanted to pour out all his troubles.

"What happened to your company?"

"It's okay." Song Zechen shook his head mockingly, "My company supplies us with three steaks a day, don't worry."

"That's good." The old man didn't care anymore.

"I'll have birthday cake when I go back, don't worry." Song Zechen cheered up and said goodbye to him cheerfully.

After coming out of the house, I got off the car near the neighborhood, packed some side dishes at a familiar store, opened the door, and saw Park Jimin lying on the sofa.

"Where are the others?" Song Zechen looked around and saw no sign of others.

"Go home, go home, go out to find friends. By the way, we bought a bed of small cakes in the kitchen, waiting for you to come back and cut them. Now I'm not sure if they will come back on time." Park Jimin turned over and faced Song Zechen.

"It's okay, I brought you something to eat." Song Zechen raised his hand and shook the plastic bag he was carrying, "Porridge, and some side dishes."

"I don't want to eat." Park Jimin was weary.

"Brother, you haven't eaten for a few days. If you want to lose weight, you have to be careful." Song Zechen was helpless, and he was unwilling to lose his temper with Park Jimin. They are all gone. The porridge is hot, so you should take a few mouthfuls to warm your stomach."

"I don't want to get up." Park Jimin felt that his hands and feet were weak, and he was too hungry, and the hunger disappeared miraculously, only a lump of discomfort in his abdomen.

"I'll feed you." Song Zechen found a spoon, sat on the sofa, blew lightly and gave Pu Zhimin a mouthful of porridge.

Park Jimin opened his mouth reluctantly with a sickly little face, biting the spoon as if venting his anger midway.

Song Zechen pulled it out in a funny way, just thinking it was his brother's coquetry.

"I really don't have much appetite. Eating white porridge is also bitter." Park Jimin muttered, chewing slightly, slowly froze, covered his chest, frowned, pushed Song Zechen away and ran to the bathroom.

There was intermittent vomiting from the bathroom.

Song Zechen's heart jumped, and he quickly put down the bowl and spoon and ran to check the situation.

Park Jimin vomited out the mouthful of porridge he just ate, his stomach was empty, and his throat was almost visible as he retched.

He slightly raised his eyes and saw himself in the mirror in a state of embarrassment, with straw-like hair, blue eye bags, and pale and peeling lips.

"It's ugly."

He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled ironically.

"Where is it?" Song Zechen gently stroked his back, "Brother is too haggard, don't push yourself too fast."

"Why are you starving yourself so hard all of a sudden?"

Since the comeback of "Blood, Sweat and Tears", Park Jimin didn't eat for ten days, everyone hoped him to take care of his health, and Park Jimin fully agreed, but suddenly this happened recently.

Park Jimin silently turned on the faucet to wash away the spittle. The sound of splashing water drowned out the unbearable silence in the air. He pressed his stomach against the edge of the tiles of the sink, hoping to relieve the pain that spread to the mouth of the esophagus. Emptiness and nausea.

For a long time, he answered in a low voice in the sound of water: "I saw some people on the Internet saying that I am a little fat and don't like me anymore. I wonder if it's because I'm too arrogant and didn't manage my body well because of my good grades recently? Don't worry about me. I can't eat when I'm stressed..."

Song Zechen's patted hands froze in Pu Zhimin's voice, and his heart sank very quickly.

He swallowed the bloody smell that inexplicably appeared in his mouth, like the harbinger of the twilight of the end, and looked at himself in the mirror flatly.

That person's eyes were not bright at all, and he would unconsciously become slumped and despondent when he stepped off the stage.

"What will happen if we separate?"

Min Yunqi's words that became his nightmare resurfaced in his mind again.

If you are separated from brother, you don't have to go through such pain, and you don't have to worry about walking on thin ice.

Song Zechen's eye circles were terribly red.