[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"There were sixpence all over the place, and he saw the moon as soon as he looked up."

When Min Yunqi saw this sentence, he immediately thought: He saw Sixpence at the bottom, and Song Zechen looked at the moon in the sky.

It was crazy to think of him in everything.

Min Yunqi was wandering all the way on the street, passed by an amusement park, stopped for a long time, and finally decided to go in and have a look.

The carousel is radiant, the Ferris wheel is romantic and warm, and the roller coaster is thrilling and exciting...

He saw a seesaw in a corner overgrown with grass.

There were other machines around, but he caught his eye on the rusty seesaw.

Sitting on it with one buttocks, there was no one opposite, so he naturally hung to the ground, with the other end raised high.

He took out the phone in his pocket and played a number.

After connecting, Song Zechen's magnetic voice traveled along the telephone line, carried radio waves across an ocean, and came to his ears, which made people feel itchy.

"what happened?"

Min Yunqi looked up at the sky, as if talking to himself: "What does the moon look like in your place?"

Song Zechen's laughter on the other side was a bit helpless: "Don't send me the moon now, just ask me what I am like?"

Then there was a sound of footsteps, and the voice from the other end was clear again: "It's the first quarter moon."

Min Yunqi especially likes to take pictures of the moon and send them to Song Zechen. Obviously with his photography skills, the angle of the pictures will never change, and sometimes they all look like the same picture. He still enjoys playing such games endlessly.

"By the way, is your stomach problem better?"

"It's better." Min Yunqi grabbed the small weeds on the ground and uprooted them, rubbed the dirt on his hands, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "You're always like this."

"What am I?" Song Zechen's voice was teased, but he didn't seem to expect much from his answer, it was just a simple rhetorical question.

Song Zechen is a smart guy who is good at pushing and pulling.

Min Yunqi chose to define Song Zechen in such a slightly malicious way, as if he could lower Song Zechen and comfort himself in this way.

Song Zechen would take away his iced Americano and replace it with a hot latte, telling him to pay attention to his stomach; when he opened an umbrella on a rainy day, he would tilt the umbrella to one side to avoid getting wet; he would clearly remember his taste and taste when ordering food. Don't eat; will respond "Thank you, the moon is beautiful" every time he sends a picture of the moon.

But he also clearly knew that all of Song Zechen's actions stemmed from his inner self-cultivation.

The cultivation he hated to death.

Rational restraint, just the right amount of politeness.

It was enough to make him think about it, but after thinking about it, he knew he couldn't go any further.

"He's a good man." Min Yunqi gave a nonsense answer.

"I'm not a good person." Song Zechen's voice was serious, like a rebuttal, but also like an explanation.

You see, he obviously knows everything.

Song Zechen was able to take out the small note received in the backstage and hand it over to his agent, and refused the person who confessed to him without hesitation because they were strangers to each other, and he was confident that he would not be afraid of offending anyone.But for himself, perhaps because of the close relationship, Song Zechen's natural smoothness played a role, neither refused nor approached, and kept the most suitable distance.

Min Yunqi used to be complacent about his relationship with Song Zechen. There are so many people who like him, but there are very few people who can really get close to him, and he happens to be one of them.

I have seen you indifferent and impatient, I understand that you smile and respond, and under the mask of easy mediation, you may even dismiss and sneer at that person. I understand your ideals, your ambitions, your ambitions, and I know you I am used to seeing people from above in the clouds.

So, I'm different from others, why can't you be mine.

Min Yunqi let these thoughts grow wildly in the lonely night countless times, almost choking his throat until he choked up.Finally, before dawn, those thoughts receded like a tide, and he still got along with people and that person as usual.

The breathing of the two people was clearly visible on the phone, but it seemed ambiguous when they were intertwined.

"How's life there lately?"

It's okay.When Min Yunqi asked this question, he had already picked up the answer in his mind.

"It's okay." He replied indifferently, "It's not like that, what else can I do."

The sound of the wind and the noise of the crowd blowing away memories of the past.

When we first met, Song Zechen was asked this kind of question and this was the answer.He found it funny, and over time, after others asked the same question, he also habitually answered it.

But it's still different.

Min Yunqi's "it's okay" can always be recognized by Song Zechen's sincerity.

Song Zechen's "it's okay" is an abyss, and it's hard to tell the truth from the fake without distinguishing emotions.

A clear comparison of high and low, a clear comparison of victory and defeat.

He and Song Zechen visited the same playground once.Holding the ticket, Song Zechen stopped in front of the carousel for a long time, and the splendor of the whole world was condensed into a lonely dusk in the eyes of that person.He had never seen Song Zechen who was so emotionally exposed, completely revealing his sadness in front of others.

So he thought he was different.

So he took this as a signal to charge forward.

He knew from a long time ago that Song Zechen had built a wall, and there were almost rotten secrets hidden inside, and no one could get in.His first reaction was pity, and he was also amazed at how he felt.

After his debut, he also asked Song Zechen to go to other playgrounds, under the pretense of looking for inspiration.At that time, Song Zechen might have looked at himself scrutinizingly for a moment, suspecting that he was trying to pry into his past.But politeness still takes the upper hand, or maybe Song Zechen feels that he has cultivated better and is not afraid of other people's speculation.

When they went to the amusement park that time, they played all the amusement facilities. Song Zechen seemed to be in a good mood, and laughed heartily as he supported him who was spinning around after getting off the roller coaster.He also smiled dizzily, but regretted in his heart: You still don't want to tell me those things after all.

When the Ferris wheel reached the highest point, Song Zechen smiled against the glass, overlooking the city, half gentle and half indifferent.The little dimple made his heart go limp at that moment, and he fell into the abyss called addiction again.

But it was only later that he found out that he would not get a chance even if he went outside without hesitation.

The blatant concern, if there is nothing to figure out, is blocked by the same glass as the Ferris wheel that day, Song Zechen is still smiling, unable to figure it out through the clouds and mist.

Maybe there are some cracks in the wall, but so what, the world outside the wall has begun to be barren, and it turns out that he has already consumed such a long time.

"Oh, Song Zechen..." He mocked lightly, sharp and sharp, a rare gaffe, and called the other party's name completely.

Seven points self-deprecating, three points bleak.

Over the years, he has stubbornly looked at the moon, photographed the moon, and posted the moon.

The years are so long, it is because he just passed by that piece of moonlight, but delusional to own that bright moon, forgetting that the moonlight has traveled through hundreds of millions of light years to reach the ground, and the moon is still so far away.

Enough is enough, he can't have the right to be angry at all, and the endless exhaustion slowly devours him.He has no way to blame the completely innocent Song Zechen, that person has done nothing wrong.

It has always been his wishful thinking alone, happy alone, distressed alone, and disappointed enough to leave alone.

It doesn't matter if no one wants to be a bad person, so it's better to make a decision by yourself this time.

"That..." Song Zechen seemed to feel his emotions, he was a little surprised, and wanted to say something, but unfortunately he didn't want to hear it anymore, so he hung up without hesitation.

The phone brings people closer, but not hearts.

After sliding down from the seesaw, he sat on the floor thinking for a long time, and finally got up and left slowly.

If one day I stop sending you the moon,

Maybe it's because the weather is bad today,

It may be that I found out vaguely and clearly that I don't want to like you anymore.