[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Probably no one would have thought about what was going on inside them while the various stages were being completed at the end of the year and the beginning of the year.

Song Zechen often turns over a calendar, completes an itinerary, crosses off a date, and New Year's Eve, exercises, and performances with no expression on his face, like a patient waiting for a death notice.

Especially on New Year's Eve, everyone gathered for dinner in a peaceful manner, and the food was so tasteless that Song Zechen stayed at the dinner table until the end, silently swallowing the gradually cold rice.The light slanted down from the top of his head, and his already white skin and bloodless lips made him look like a ghost.

The clock turned to the upcoming Golden Disc Awards Ceremony. In the past, they must have cheered and waited for the arrival of the holiday, but today they stayed quietly in the background and waited.

Song Zechen was wearing the simplest white shirt, with the top button unbuttoned, the clothes were a little loose, revealing his beautiful collarbone.The bangs that become longer and cover the eyes are pulled to the sides, and the eyebrows are clear and handsome.Two star and moon earrings, dancing with the light of the stage.

"Snowpiercer left me alone

I want to hold your hand to the other side of the world"

Will spring come again?

When I sang it before, I felt sad, it was the feeling of sustenance, and the sadness that was substituted into the plot of the story, but now the state of mind has more considerations of empathy.

After leaving the stage, Kim Tae-joo rubbed his eyes roughly with the back of his hand with tears still in his eyes.

Song Zechen held his wrist to stop him, and handed him a piece of paper: "There is still makeup on the eyes, what if it gets all in the eyes in a while?"

Observing that it was impossible for Kim Tae-joo to burst into tears in the noisy environment when he stepped off the stage, he tentatively asked, "Is it the same on stage just now?"

"Yeah." Jin Taiyi blinked vigorously to get rid of the mist inside, "It's because I'm unprofessional."

Away from the brightly lit place, Song Zechen slightly lowered his head and held Jin Tae-joo's face, wiped away the unknowing tears on his face with the back of his hand, and whispered as if coaxing a child: "Crying with colored contact lenses is not good for your eyes, don't cry OK?"

Jin Taiyi stared at Song Zechen's clean face and refused to take his eyes off, his nose felt sour, as if he wanted to engrave the person in front of him in his heart for a long time.

Song Zechen gradually put down his hand, smiled forcedly, and turned his face away: "Hurry up and pack up and go home."

"You seem to be crying in your heart." Jin Tae said in a low voice.

Song Zechen heard it, but he had to pretend that he didn't know anything, and after leading him to the staff, he ran away quickly under the pretext of rushing to remove his makeup.

Under Jin Taiyi's stubborn gaze, he sat helplessly on a chair, wet the makeup remover cotton, and slowly wiped it on his face, noticing that Jin Taiyi finally stopped paying attention to this place.

He raised his hand to speed up, half of his face that had already been removed, the skin was transparent, slumped and pale.

"It's ugly."

He froze and made a face in the mirror.

The staff passed by to greet him, and looked at him with a smile: "Zechen, what are you doing?"

"The make-up remover is gone, entertain yourself with half of your face on your face." Song Zechen raised the empty bottle in his hand.

"Ah, if you didn't tell me earlier, I'll get it for you." The staff hurriedly ran to the cosmetic bag and rummaged through it and handed it to him.

"Thank you." After Song Zechen received the thank you, he suddenly thought of joking, "Actually, if you want to save this money, you can just cry, tears are the best makeup remover."

"Where did you get so many tears?" the staff reproached.

"Yes." Song Zechen opened the new packaging bottle and muttered to himself, "I can't even cry."

The transparent texture of the cleansing water also reflected colorful light under the light, like a glass ball once played with. Song Zechen squinted his eyes and stared at it for a while, observing everyone's silence through the bottle.

He sniffed, helped clean up the table with gentle movements, and got into the car when the manager greeted him.

Chatting quietly all the way, Song Zechen asked for a few wet wipes to wipe off the sticky sweat in his hands. The heater in the car was turned on too high, which made him uncomfortable.

"Is it too hot?" Zheng Haoxi planned to ask his manager to lower the temperature of the air conditioner.

"It's okay, I can take a shower when I get home." Song Zechen organized his thoughts with a smile.

After returning home and discussing with Tianzheng about where to go in the bathroom, Song Zechen used the one in the bathroom to take a shower, while Tian Zhengguo took up the other small one, so the brothers would not take it seeing that they were really tired, so they urged them to act quickly.

"Aze, let's sleep together tonight."

Tian Zhengguo rolled onto Song Zechen's bed with his pillow in his arms, and actually notified him in a cute tone.

"Okay." Song Zechen tidied up the change of clothes, and under Tian Zhengguo's earnest gaze, he took his time to pack things up. After a long time, he couldn't help but turn around and smile at him: "Okay, okay, I'll go to bed right away."

Only then did Tian Zhengguo withdraw his oppressive and urging gaze, and put on a smiling face.

Turn over and cover the quilt, the bed becomes a small space for two people.

Tian Zhengguo put the rabbit in his hand between himself and Song Zechen peacefully, and then felt dissatisfied, so he quietly discussed with the rabbit, "You are a bit in the way, go away first", so he put the rabbit on the bed near the edge of the bed. Sit upright on that side.

Turning his head to meet Song Zechen's smiling eyes, he touched his head in embarrassment, lay down and buried his face in the pillow.In the rustling, I felt the soft indentation of the fabric caused by the people around me also lying down.

"Today's fragrance is a bit too sweet to be tired."

Song Zechen took a small sniff and commented on Tian Zhengguo's perfume.

"Really? Then I won't spray this one next time." Tian Zhengguo leaned closer to his wrist, sniffing around like a puppy.

"No!" Song Zechen immediately opposed the redemption, "You can spray if you like, I can accept it."

"you lost weight."

A sideways, face to face outline of Song Zechen, the chin seems to be more pointed.This morning, Tian Zhengguo was startled to realize that the blue veins on the opponent's arm became more and more obvious.

"You too." Song Zechen responded in a low voice.

Tian Zhengguo pretended not to hear it, and started another topic on his own: "It turns out that different moods really have different perceptions. I heard different feelings when I listened to Park Yuan's "All of My Life" recently."

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. This sentence also revealed his own feelings. Song Zechen was so sensitive, how could he not hear it.

But he didn't want Song Zechen to spend any more time comforting himself, so he pursed his lips and didn't dare to look at the other party, so he turned over hastily: "I'm going to sleep."

Song Zechen stared at Tian Zhengguo's back and remained silent as he wished.After a while, a muffled voice came from the other side: "Don't look at me, just close your eyes."

"Okay." Song Zechen closed his eyes obediently, but the dark world was grotesquely cluttered with silver threads. He just closed his eyes for the past few days like this, and suffered from insomnia for a long time.

"I haven't been sleeping well for the past few days. I hope I can find Duke Zhou smoothly tonight."

He thought he had spoken his heart out, but he didn't expect it to be from Tian Zhengguo, leaving him with only a back view.Tian Zhengguo has been exercising for so long, and his figure has become more and more tall and straight, but now his whole body is nestled. In Song Zechen's eyes, he is the same as when he first came to Seoul, but a small group-crybaby, who can act like a baby.

"Ah."

The warm feeling of the bed makes people drowsy, Song Zechen feels in a daze that his brain is gradually emptied and soaked in warm water, but there seems to be remnants of consciousness, and the body and spirit are separated.

Tian Zhengguo seemed to have fallen asleep, and his breathing gradually became steady.

But in an instant, the people around him kicked down hard as if they stepped on the air and fell, and the whole bed trembled.

"Zhengguo! Zhengguo!"

Song Zechen's heart skipped a beat, he sat up all of a sudden, broke out in a cold sweat like an electric shock, approached Tian Zhengguo, and called in a hoarse voice, worried that the people around him would be shocked.

After Tian Zhengguo sat up, he took a quick breath of fresh air. After a long while, he woke up like a dream. Looking at Song Zechen's worried eyes, he smiled reassuringly: "It's nothing, it was just a dream."

Song Zechen brushed away Tian Zhengguo's sweaty bangs, and turned on the lamp beside the bed. The dim light blurred the boundary between darkness and light.

"I dreamed that I could walk on the clouds, and I started to be cautious. Later, I found that it seemed safe. I ran slowly for a long time. After a long time, I suddenly worried about what to do if I fell, but I couldn't stop running. As expected, when I took the next step, I fell down."

Even if you don't die if you fall, you will still be injured, blood will drip, and your body will be covered with scars.

Tian Zhengguo pretended to be calm and spoke in a relaxed tone, but when he saw Song Zechen's eyes, he instantly lost all language ability.

How to describe those eyes.

The flooded ocean, the mist rising under the moonlight, the sea water is black, cold, hidden and heartbreaking.

No one spoke for a long time, only the sound of breathing and heartbeat.

Finally Tian Zhengguo tremblingly stretched out his hands to cover Song Zechen's eyes, leaving behind a beautifully lined nose bridge, pale lips, and a neatly curved chin.

But his own voice became inexplicably unstable, crying desperately: "What should we do?"

Song Zechen grabbed Tian Zhengguo's hand and took it away, revealing his eyes. With the other hand, he tried to wipe away the tears that flowed out from his younger brother, but found that he couldn't finish it forever.

"Why do you love to cry so much?"

Tian Zhengguo looked back with tears in his eyes, and Song Zechen was in a daze. He was clearly looking at him, but his eyes didn't seem to be on him.

Big tears rolled down those beautiful eyes, and wept expressionlessly.

Tian Zhengguo slowly leaned down and buried his face in the quilt. His tears were quickly absorbed by the fabric and turned into a small dark water stain.Song Zechen's hand seemed to be on his head, with a restrained weight, he gently rubbed his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Cry."

He shrugged his shoulders uncontrollably, his fingers clenched into deep folds on the quilt, and asked again:

"Ace, what are we going to do?"