[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Didn't you come earlier than us in the last variety show? What's the matter?"

"Those who didn't know thought it was a visit to the maknae's grandpa."

"The maknae is too arrogant."

The rush of words rang out and even made people's ears hurt, but Tian Zhengguo, the center of the topic, remained unmoved and strode at the forefront of the team, leaving the back of his round and proud head behind.

Song Zechen deliberately slowed down to let Tian Zhengguo overtake him and walk in the front. Tian Zhengguo immediately changed his posture and smiled and tilted his head slightly: "Ah Ze, why don't you walk faster?"

"I think you seem to know the way, so you can lead the way." Song Zechen was amused by the young lady's anti-client attitude, and deliberately teased him.

"Then how?" Tian Zhengguo immediately took his hand, "You still have to come."

There was a groan from behind.

Tian Zhengguo inevitably felt frustrated, but fortunately, Song Zechen turned his head first and glanced at it lightly, everyone immediately fell silent, Tian Zhengguo immediately smiled, and got closer to Song Zechen.

They were on their way to Grandpa Song Zechen's house. The old man had two houses in Seoul, one in Seongsu-dong, no matter how their company moved, it was pretty close to the company.The other is the house they are going to now, the old house in Samseong-dong, which combines the architectural features of the Joseon Dynasty in addition to the office building full of urban atmosphere, especially the thousand-year-old temple Bongeunsa.

As they walked, their voices became quieter, and the surrounding environment became quieter and quieter. The lush trees were filled with silence, and they suddenly understood where Song Zechen's aura came from.

"I'm a little nervous."

"I am a little scared."

"I have both."

Thinking back to the first time they saw Song Zechen, it seemed understandable that many people superstitiously called him a little fairy. The environment makes people, and if they hadn't met them, they would probably continue to live in the world.

"Zechen, let me tell you a story. When Xiao Ming was a child, he drew lots and grabbed a handful of sand. His family thought he would go into construction, but they didn't expect him to be a sand sculpture now."

Song Zechen: "..."

Jin Tae-yi was not sad when he received a cold stare, but stepped back and nodded in satisfaction.

Well, it's okay, it's still his good brother who doesn't make sand sculptures but can scold people and can make a seven-foot man cry while wearing a pair of underpants.

As the trees grew deeper, Song Zechen pushed open the door, and in front of the main hall was a small verdant yard. When he walked to the door, he could smell the fragrance of the wooden furniture.

"Hello grandpa."

The old man smiled and nodded with them.

Everyone pushed and shoved in, the door was only that big, and they all wanted others to come in.

"Can you come in?" Song Zechen had already changed his shoes, but the group of people were still lingering at the door.He lowered his voice and asked simple rhetorical questions.But everyone heard the threat.

Everyone rushed through the door in a huff.

The old man smiled and patted Song Zechen on the shoulder: "You always treat them like this?"

"Grandpa, Zechen is very cruel to us." Jin Taiyi rolled his big eyes and turned on his own complaint radar.

Song Zechen couldn't stand it anymore, and directly carried him to the sofa: "I'll wash the strawberries for you."

Although they had met Song Zechen's grandfather before, it was the first time for everyone to come to the old house, and everyone was still a little cautious.

Song Zechen came back from washing a large basket of fruit and watched the people sitting calmly on the sofa with great interest for a long time. He clicked his tongue and praised: "It's the first time I've seen you so quiet."

"Am I that scary?"

As soon as the old man spoke, everyone shook their heads frantically.

Song Zechen was completely speechless, and planned to let them get acquainted with the environment first: "Come and visit."

Speaking of this, Tian Zhengguo immediately got up enthusiastically: "Come on, let me show you around."

After finishing speaking, he held his head upright like the master of the house and led people to Song Zechen's room, leaving the master with a helpless expression at the end.

Song Zechen's room is very clean, some things have been taken away when he moved, and most of the rest are books he has read and gadgets from when he was young. He doesn't come back often, but the mattress is clean , obviously the housekeeping aunt cleaned it again before they came.

Jin Nanjun picked out a book at random and found that it was full of crooked handwriting of Song Zechen, probably written when he was a child, and accompanied by ugly illustrations and stick figures. It can be seen that the master has improved a lot in calligraphy over the years, but the stick figures are as bad as ever.He is very surprised that Song Zechen has no creativity in painting, but has amazing imitation ability.

"Zechen, have you come back to live recently?"

With his back turned to Song Zechen, Jin Nanjun asked a question. Song Zechen didn't understand, so he answered honestly, "I came back to live a few times last year, and I also came back when I was on vacation at the beginning of this year."

Regardless of why Jin Nanjun asked, Song Zechen's attention was immediately attracted by the weird smiles from Zheng Haoxi, Park Jimin and Tian Zhengguo and the things in their hands.

The camera in Park Jimin's hand kept taking pictures of the photo album. This kind of thing that Song Zechen hid in the farthest corner was only known to Tian Zhengguo who had been there once and was seen through.

"Maknae! Don't go too far!"

Tian Zhengguo quietly moved to Song Zechen's ear: "Am I sensible? I didn't even show them the album where your swollen pig's head photo is."

The group of people over there were completely immersed in Song Zechen's serious and cute childhood, wearing a small suit, with a small face with obvious baby fat, frowning, with a big red flower pinned on his chest, suffering and deep hatred.

Song Zechen couldn't bear to look directly at them and ignored them. He subconsciously counted the heads and found that there was one person missing.

***

Jin Shuozhen was taken away by a plant in the courtyard, ran out and stayed here for a while, and then became an embarrassing situation for himself and Song Zechen's grandfather to be alone. Yes, while bending down worried that the old man had forgotten him, after all, it was a few years ago that he last saw him: "Hello, Grandpa."

Still a little uncomfortable, even if he intends to liven up the atmosphere now, he can't just throw an uncle joke.

"Shuozhen, I haven't forgotten you, Zechen often mentions you to me."

"Did Zechen mention me to you?"

Jin Shuo really didn't expect it. He subconsciously thought that the old man must be most familiar with the youngster line. After all, he shared more interesting things with his family. The interaction between him and Song Zechen was obviously not as deep as Song Zechen's regular playmates.

"He often praises you to me, thinking that if I have a grandson like you, I can live a few more years." The old man joked with him.

"Really?" Jin Shuozhen lowered his head and smiled, thinking about what to talk about next, or how to get out.

Suddenly a notebook appeared in front of him, and he looked up suspiciously.

The old man nodded kindly to him: "I found it in the study last time, and he left it there. I put it away after seeing that the title was related to you. As another person involved, I think you can find out, otherwise he may Hide it forever."

Jin Shuozhen took it tentatively.

The graph paper that elementary school students use to write their essays shows how slow and depressing it is for adults who are used to continuous pens to fill in the grids one by one.

The title is also written in a particularly depressing and painful way——

"My Brother Kim Seok Jin"

Obviously, the teacher assigned a topic composition instead of a proposition composition in elementary school, but the innocent and ignorant children secretly wrote down every word the teacher said, and finally came up with this well-behaved name.

When Jin Shuo saw this topic, his heart skipped a beat, and his heart sank. This title is as lethal to him as "My Neighbor Wang Ermazi", "My Ex-Neighbor Zhang Laosan", "My Sassy Boyfriend" "Li Lao Si", although he knew Song Zechen's feelings for him, but he couldn't believe Song Zechen's ability to create words without surprising words.

Looking carefully, it is probably the composition format that will be criticized by the teacher:

"Hello, teacher, this is a composition that was added many years late, and the grandparents who have written it for so many years can finally make up an essay "My Brother" for you.

The opportunity to write was what he said to me during the chat at the Gapyeong villa.We had some small conflicts. My brother didn't like my evasion and hoped that I could express my thoughts boldly. I even made him cry, and I felt very embarrassed about it.

In addition to such thoughts, I found from his chatting with me that he always seemed to feel that I was not very close to him, with reservations and a distance. "

Jin Shuozhen rubbed his nose in embarrassment when he saw this, and looked up to observe the old man's reaction, but found that he was the only one left, and the other party left him enough space.

He read on:

"I have been taken care of by him since I met him. He is exceptionally good. I have a bad habit of secretly observing people's personalities, so I deliberately paid attention to him.

How to describe him?

I thought of many plausible metaphors but couldn't include him, so I reluctantly used an image instead.

My brother is a piece of sea, the sparkling sky-blue surface, and then the deeper it goes down, the deeper it becomes, and it turns into dark blue, navy blue to black.

I often feel that I can't see clearly what he is like, whether it is the lively and outgoing work, letting go of the burden and stirring up the atmosphere; or the calmness and rationality in daily life.He is smart and good at hiding, and he is unwilling to show his inner thoughts. He chews his own thoughts and digests his own sadness.

He says I'm wearing a mask, but I feel like we're not like each other, and that's why we've been fighting against our intimacy for so long.

Later, as I grew up, he and I finally got close during a night of chatting, and the two people who looked at each other opened their hearts for the first time.

In fact, I am willing to experience that kind of experience again, and I don’t want to have it again. The former is because he is willing to cry in front of me to express his pressure. I think it is very good.The latter because I don't want him to suffer any more from taking responsibility and worrying about living up to expectations.

In fact, let’s take a look at why we should be too obsessed with what a person is. God has endowed us with complex natures, so we can be called human beings.

He was scolded by the vocal teacher for holding back during the day and crying secretly in his sleep in the middle of the night, that is fragile and strong.

He would make a lot of noise and make a mess in the kitchen while cooking, but it was to prepare bento for us when we went out, that was childish and mature.

He can say that self-esteem is not important and he can perfectly serve as the lubricant of the team as the big brother, which is calm and gentle.

He added a glass cover to himself, softening the sun's light into moonlight, radiant but not dazzling.

I should have cried so hard, but he sharpened the gravel of pearls. As soon as I recall these, I want to blame God who arranged everything, but he must be strong enough to not need my sadness, so I never show anything, I just need to be proud of him And happiness is good.

I always look at him when we have work going to the sea, because the sea is him in my heart.But he doesn't know anything, he just cares about playing around in front of the camera, wanting to share his happiness with those who like him, and occasionally he will take me with him.He never cared about the injustice that I felt sorry for him. Only then did I understand that some people are destined to live generously and generously.

No matter what color he is, I just care that he should be the smoky blue in my eyes. "

After turning over a page, "Yanbolan" happened to be stuck on the last line of the page. Jin Shuozhen was a little dazed, not knowing when he sat on the bench.

He felt the tactile sensation of touching the font with his hand, and stared at it silently.

The article can end now.

He thought so, but turned to the latest page expectantly, and a short paragraph of text that pierced through the back of the paper appeared:

"Crossing the sea in a canoe, the blue quilt is ready, there is not much I can do, I can only tiptoe away, but there will be a small piece of moon caramel cake left on the sea, which is his The first snow gift that wakes up tomorrow.

Sincerely,

To him who gave me the honor to meet and become his younger brother"