[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Seoul has been cloudy and rainy for days, and the air is full of tides, with the smell of rotting plants, and people's moods are also sinking.

Song Zechen took out the violin that had been dusty for a long time, sat on a chair and focused on wiping the bow with rosin.Silent and engaged, almost still becomes a painting.

He looked at the violin for a long time, but he didn't seem to pay attention to it. He just felt that everything was left behind. The rosin filled the space and wrapped people up. This feeling was relaxing, as lazy as soaking in warm water.

"Zechen, I made honey water for you. You have a bad throat recently." Jin Shuozhen knocked on the door, pushed it away carefully, and poked his head in.

"Thank you brother, come in." Song Zechen got up quickly, with some rosin on his hand, he couldn't take it right away.

"You know the violin, Dafa." Jin Shuozhen put the water glass on the table and noticed the violin in Song Zechen's hand.

"Well, I learned it when I was a child."

"Ah, how many things do you know?" Jin Shuozhen sighed, Song Zechen's lighting skills are countless, and he can even repair light bulbs.

Sure enough, Song Zechen is a must-have at home.

"Know a little bit."

"I've never been to your studio."

When the company staff went to the building to carry out major rectification, Song Zechen won a remote utility room for himself and transformed it into his composition room.The room was small, with only one small window. Song Zechen spent a lot of effort to organize such a secret space.

Outside the window is a backyard, but the shadows of the trees are mottled, and it is much colder than other places in winter.

But this is probably Song Zechen's favorite place in the whole company.

Jin Shuozhen looked around. In the room, apart from the electronic equipment, musical instruments with names of big and small novels, and an entire bookshelf, all of them were filled with various books. English, Korean and Chinese were the most, and the covers were a little worn. You can tell that it has been carefully turned over by the owner. Although it is small, you can see the intention of the decorator.

Song Zechen's status is unusual, and Jin Shuozhen has been aware of it very early. Most ordinary people do not have the financial resources to cultivate the details of etiquette, the familiarity with classical music, and the temperament of the whole body.It's just that he didn't want to reveal his family, and Jin Shuozhen chose not to explore it wisely.

"Keep busy, remember to come back for dinner tonight."

Song Zechen has been writing songs almost day and night in the composition room recently. The planning of the album needs to select the best songs from a large number of songs, so he naturally lives in the composition room.

Jin Shuo really didn't want to stay longer, he was worried about disturbing Song Zechen, so he thought of this before leaving and added a sentence.

"Okay, I will, thank you brother." Song Zechen helped Jin Shuozhen open the door and bowed slightly.

Returning to the table, I picked up the cup of honey water, it was warm and slightly sweet, but for some reason, my mouth soon felt a little astringent.

"I've heard about your dormitory." Fang Shihe took a sip of the tea sent by his friend from China, and cleared his throat.

Song Zechen was not surprised when he was called. After all, even if he wanted to come to the bedroom next door, he could hear the movement of that day clearly. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the company knew.

"I'm not happy with everyone's reaction, especially yours and Namjoon's."

Leaving aside the others, Jin Nanjun, as the appointed captain, Song Zechen has been in the company for so many years, and has been cultivated in the open and in the dark.Neither of them stabilized the situation, but fully participated in it and allowed things to escalate.

When Jin Nanjun was called over, he was still a little emotional, he kept speaking for Zheng Haoxi, and only considered things from the perspective of affection, not from the team.

It seems that education in this area will have to be strengthened in the future.

"I've also talked with Nan Jun, I don't want to talk about preaching, I know you must understand."

"Yes, there will be no next time." Song Zechen lowered his head and promised.

"About the withdrawal, Zheng Haoxi mentioned it to me before, and I asked him to go back and think about it, go home and think about it for a few days, and if he is really sure, he will sign the termination contract."

When Zheng Haoxi came to the office to discuss the termination of the contract with Fang Shihyuk, Fang Shihyuk told Zheng Haoxi not to worry, go home for a few days and think carefully, if it is still the decision, then contact the company to go through the contract termination procedure.

"What do you think of Zheng Haoxi?"

"Uncle has already made his choice, I don't need to say more." Song Zechen picked up the teapot and brewed a cup for Fang Shihe.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, just in time.

"Sure enough, people who have learned how to make tea are much better than a layman like me, otherwise this good tea will be wasted." Fang Shihe took it, tasted it, and sighed in satisfaction.

"You kid is used to Tai Chi."

Returning to the topic again, Fang Shihe looked at Song Zechen. This child can be regarded as the child he watched and grew up.When he first joined the company, he looked like Xiaodouding, but now he is already taller than him.He didn't know why Song Zechen was like this, or what he might have experienced.He couldn't guess, and he didn't want to guess.

What a good boy after all.Why bother to speculate.

"I will send someone to Gwangju again to try to get Jung Ho-seok back into the team. His presence is very important to the project of BTS, and there is no one who can replace him for the time being."

Fang Shihe picked up the teacup and took another sip. Successful tasting of good tea requires the right time, place and people, as well as other things.

Zheng Haoxi is part of "Renhe".

The position of lead dancer and rapper cannot be easily replaced. It is still a bit difficult for the company to find another person like this. After all, people who are good at rap are not as good at dancing as he is. Among those who are good at dancing, his rap ranks among the top.

Letting Zheng Haoxi go home is also a gamble, betting on his concern and unbearable, betting that he will come back eventually.

Of course, the outcome of this bet will soon be known.

Like Seoul, Gwangju is also cloudy.

"This kid is causing you trouble." Zheng Haoxi stood behind his parents, listening to their greetings with the company staff.

"You are welcome, where is it?"

"Haoxi is excellent, and our company also needs him. Don't worry, the company will not treat anyone badly." The staff smiled and shook hands with Zheng Haoxi's mother.

Zheng Haoxi put his hands behind his back, stepping on his own shadow.

He who was originally in the dance room received a call and learned that the company had sent someone directly to his house, and rushed back in a hurry.

These days after he came back, he returned to the life he had longed for for so long, pure dancing, but he always felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.When he thought of a novel movement during dance practice, subconsciously called out "Zechen", and wanted to call Song Zechen to come and watch, he realized what he was missing.

There is no more noisy and frolicking in the dance room, he no longer has to hold back his temper to correct the clumsy dance steps of Jin Nanjun and Jin Suozhen, and he no longer has to play tricks after sweating profusely in order to grab the first place to take a shower or a place to stay The bigger the crowd, the smaller the crowd. You don't have to follow the trainee etiquette to bow all the time, you don't have to rack your brains for composing music, and you don't have to be frustrated because you can't pass the rap.

Zheng Haoxi can list countless benefits of going home, but he is still no match for the name in his subconscious.

Hearing the company's news, he was nervous and looking forward to it.Are you looking for me to go back?What should I do if they come to ask me to sign a contract to terminate the contract?

Sitting on the table and listening to the chat between the staff and his parents, his erratic heart finally settled down, and he let out that breath heavily.

To persuade him to go back.

Bored, he was fiddling with his fingers under the table, pretending to be listening carefully, secretly worried why he didn't come to ask him what he meant.

Parents and staff discussed many issues, including remuneration, etc., but he was not interested, so he held back his anxiety and waited for the most important sentence.

Finally the staff cut to the chase and asked him if he would like to go back.

He pretended to think about it for a while, but it was really only a moment, and he immediately agreed.

After discussion, the two sides decided to let Zheng Haoxi go back on the same day. After all, his debut is coming soon, and the practice time is against the clock.Simply packed up a few clothes, packed the luggage, and the rest of the sundries can be mailed over.

Staff walked away knowingly, leaving time for him to talk to his parents.

"You have to take good care of yourself when you go. The company's treatment is already very good. This time you are so sincere to find me after you are leaving. We don't have any other requirements, as long as you are safe and healthy."

Zheng Haoxi had a sore nose. Parents' expectations are always the simplest, but they are safe and healthy.The parents in front of him are no longer young, and the traces of time have crept up on their faces unknowingly, and they must tolerate his willful pursuit of ideals.

"It's obviously not the first time to leave, why do I feel so reluctant this time." Mother wiped off his sweat and carefully checked if there was anything important left behind.

Zheng Haoxi followed his parents step by step, watching them busy, as if leaving home for the first time to Seoul.His eyes were inexplicably sour.

"Don't worry about me." Zheng Haoxi was silent for a moment, pulled himself together to comfort him, and choked out a word dryly.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, don't worry, it will be fine. This time, you have to work harder when you go back to practice, don't be the same again this time. Don't worry about us, we are all fine."

"I chatted with your trainee friend. He seems to be a nice person. We are relieved that you have such a friend." Zheng Haoxi's father interrupted suddenly, handed him the luggage, and straightened his hat.

What friend, didn't you only come to the staff?

"Ah, your friend is waiting here." Zheng Haoxi and his father walked out of the house slowly, suddenly his father smiled and nodded, and patted him on the shoulder to indicate where his eyes were.

Zheng Haoxi looked down, and Song Zechen was standing at the stairs, with a vague and delicate outline, looking up at him.

The young man was wearing a white shirt, tall and tall, his lips curled up in a smile, and the light and shadow entwined, he was close in front of his eyes and far away in the sky.

The accurately calculated arc is just right, exactly the same as the smile before they met them.

A ray of skylight split through the hazy clouds and mist, piercing Zheng Haoxi's eyes almost to tears.