[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After a broken birthday, put Park Jimin in the room and put him in a good place, put on his birthday hat, blow out the candles, cut the cake and tasted a small bite, Song Zechen hid in bed early and pretended to fall asleep.He could hear the movement of others after returning home.

For example, Jin Suozhen's exclamation "Zechen is back", Min Yunqi's guess "Song Zechen is probably asleep", and Kim Taejin's regret of "not celebrating Zechen's birthday together".

Nothing to regret.

Song Zechen turned over on the bed, hugged the quilt and whispered to the outside, only in fantasy is it a pity, it may be more embarrassing if it actually happens.

When Tian Zhengguo came in, he whispered "Happy Birthday" in his ear, but he was too sleepy and didn't have the energy to reply, so he let himself be trapped by the dream catcher.

Time continued to move forward. During the few days of activities in Japan, Song Zechen suffered from his old leg injury again. After several activities, the pain in his knees was like being smashed, and he needed the help of the staff to walk. It lasted for several days slow down.

Fortunately, after a few domestic ballad festivals, they had a few more days of rest, and Song Zechen's leg injury healed tenaciously while panting.But he doesn't really want to take a vacation, and he doesn't have time to think about messy things when he is busy, but once he stops, it may not be a good thing for them now.

After ordering a takeaway and sweeping a big bowl of fried noodles, the newly replaced light tubes above their heads were illuminated delicately, making their ordinary or even sloppy home clothes stand out beautifully, like an oil painting with bright colors and clever collocations.

Like "The Last Supper".

Recently, Song Zechen can always have such broken cans and broken thoughts in his mind. When he is too nervous, there are always moments when he hopes that a white knife will enter and a red knife will exit.

Taking the initiative to take over the important task of washing dishes, standing in front of the sink and letting the cold running water take away the warmth of his palms, and using hypocritical metaphors, it may also take away his lack of interest.Using cruel metaphors, it may also take away the time they used to spend together.

"Let's all have a chat."

Min Yunqi was sitting upright on the sofa, and a few words in a low voice made the people scattered from all over the house to focus on this place one after another.

Song Zechen put down the bowl he was wiping in the kitchen, and the water for washing the dishes flowed meekly for a few seconds following gravity. Water drops, turned and walked towards the living room.

In the blink of an eye, the sofa was full of people in the living room, and Song Zechen sat alone on the single chair in the farthest corner.

In fact, everyone knows what to say, but they forcefully suppress it without saying anything.

So Min Yunqi looked around and forced himself to laugh:

"Someone needs to be the bad guy, so let me do it."

No one stood up to object fiercely, no one got up angrily and left to express their displeasure, and no one came out cheerfully to smooth things over and said it was just a joke.

not a single person.

Everyone sat silently in their original places and bowed their heads, thinking "it really is so" in their hearts.

The air was quiet, and it seemed that half a century had passed, and some people even heard dry swallowing sounds, as well as restrained breathing that seemed to be absent.

Song Zechen raised his head slowly, as if he had just woken up, his eyes were unfocused, but he clearly ignored Min Yunqi's content-filled eyes directly opposite him, tilted his head slightly, and focused on Jin Nanjun's face with clenched fists.

His fourth brother.

BTS's...

team leader.

As the link that connects the team all the time, the external spokesperson has given up a lot for the identity of the captain.

Then he slowly shifted his gaze one by one, Tian Zhengguo who was about to cry, Zheng Haoxi who drooped the corners of his mouth, Kim Tae-joo who was drooping...

"You all know the company's situation and my situation." Min Yunqi's voice was dry.

The company has also talked with them individually, but the contract is not long left, and the actual option is still in their hands.

But so what?

Everyone should be very rational in the face of their own future.

The company is a small company, and it has not been knocked down so many times.No money to borrow, no core staff?They now understand that the storm that they thought was going to crush them was nothing in retrospect.

People are always forgetful and arrogant about the past, but humble and fearful about the future.

Aside from external factors, their team has never been so turbulent.From being ridiculed all over the Internet before climbing to the top, being scolded to the point of being crumbling to the top after reaching the top.The pressure that everyone bears is replaced by others, and they have long since left.

Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi met their eyes.

When Zheng Haoxi was about to leave before his debut, he coldly fought with him for a long, long time, so long that Zheng Haoxi thought he would never forgive him, and so long that he suddenly forgot the initial feeling of anger, maybe it was because Zheng Haoxi gave up halfway and was not ready to debut, or maybe it was Because of that sense of betrayal.

Anger supported his inexplicable hatred.

But now that the same person is about to face parting, Song Zechen no longer has the courage to have any temper with anyone.One day he finally became a character in the play, unable to look down from the clouds, but came to the world and staggered, all the good ideas he had originally thought became ridiculous.

He habitually curled his mouth with Zheng Haoxi, but laughed with unspeakable sadness and panic, stopped doing more actions, closed his eyes to isolate the seemingly absent attention from the outside world, and bowed his head to wait for others to speak.

"Actually, separation is not a bad choice. Everyone can do what they want and keep the aura of BTS forever."

Min Yunqi's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and it could be seen that the person concerned was trying hard to change into a dull tone and was forced to give up.

Zheng Haoxi took up his words: "If you want to be a producer, go behind the scenes, for example, can't the youngsters be singers and continue on stage?"

Song Zechen finally spoke, his voice sounded like a blown wind:

"I won't stay in the showbiz anymore."

He knew that everyone was focusing their eyes on the top of his head, but he didn't have the strength to raise his head, the flat notification tone, and the leaked exhaustion:

"I'm going to America and I'm not coming back."

The originally quiet space became even quieter, and no one could lift up their strength to make any expressions or speak any words.

Min Yunqi opened his mouth: "Oh? Really? That's pretty good too."

Jin Shuozhen frowned and stopped: "Allow it!"

As if he couldn't bear the atmosphere here, as if he felt that he had finished what he had to say, Min Yunqi got up and left first.The people left behind looked at each other and walked slowly to their room.

Tian Zhengguo seemed to be crying, but Kim Tae-joo and Park Jimin surrounded him and wiped away his tears.Jin Shuozhen seemed to have something to talk to Jin Nanjun, the two exchanged glances and entered a room.

Song Zechen was stopped by Zheng Haoxi who bowed his head, and the person in front of him showed him a frizzy hair top, but he could imagine the sadness in this person's deer-like eyes, and the dull tone: "Did you blame me?"

Blame myself for standing on the brink of separation again.

Song Zechen stood still calmly, his eyes still maintained the indifference before.

Suddenly his heart softened all of a sudden, he thought about comforting words for a long time, then overturned them all, and gently told this brother whom he has always liked very much:

"Brother, you are yourself first, and then you are the hope of others."

"I'm going out first." In Zheng Haoxi's silence, Song Zechen pretended to glance at his watch before getting up and walking outside the gate.

Zheng Haoxi's cautious and worried voice sounded behind him: "Are you going out so late?"

Song Zechen adjusted his facial expression, lowered his eyes softly: "I have an appointment tonight."

Gently closing the door.

Zheng Haoxi stood at the door in a daze, not knowing where he should go next.Standing there for a long time, he sighed and returned to his room.

The next time I leave my room is at one o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly, Jin Nanjun exclaimed "Zechen, what's wrong with you" from the living room, and he rushed out in a heartbeat, hearing the sound to find the person's location.

"Zechen..."

The overwhelming smell of alcohol diffused with the air, and it was the first time they saw Song Zechen was so drunk that he staggered and couldn't stand upright when he was drinking, holding the door with his hands and even taking off his shoes with difficulty.Once I bent my waist, it seemed that it was difficult to straighten up again. I was overwhelmed and accelerated my breathing, shaking my head to barely wake myself up, and then took the first step into the house.

The pace of stepping is like walking on clouds, staggering and falling at any time.His face was pale, only his ears were red, as if they were about to bleed.

Jin Nanjun quickly reached out to help Song Zechen: "Is there anything wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he got stuck, because after grabbing it, what he got was hot tears that fell on the back of his hand.

Song Zechen maintained the posture of bending over for a long time, as calm as a still picture, if it wasn't for the occasional hot tears splashing down on the back of his hand to remind Jin Nanjun that all this was not an illusion, no one would know that Song Zechen was crying.

Jin Nanjun would rather time stand still at this moment, he wants to tell Song Zechen that it's okay to cry out loud, it's okay to hope to stay, and it's okay to lose his temper willfully.

but everything is only

could exist in his imagination.

The air also seemed to be drenched with a jug of wine, and the fermented wine made the cold air rise slowly.

Song Zechen quietly withdrew his hand, raised his head, his eye circles were not red, and his eyelashes were not wet, as if nothing had happened.

"Go away."

It was exactly the same as what Song Zechen often said to the onlookers.

There was a wind blowing, like a long sigh.