[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The busyness of studies has come to an end for the time being, all the materials prepared at hand have been completed, and only waiting for the final results display and award selection.

Song Zechen came out of the bathroom, the shower just now relaxed his nerves, and the short breath made his headache less severe.

After packing up a change of clothes, I was about to go out, and continued to return to the permanent base to stay.

Suddenly, the doorknob was held down.

Jin Shuozhen's gentle voice came from behind: "Zechen, let's have a chat."

Song Zechen raised his eyebrows.

"They're all asleep, let's go to the balcony."

"Drinking?" Jin Shuozhen groped under the sofa, found a plastic box, scraped off the newspaper as a cover, picked up the wine bottle and went back to the balcony, and sat down.

"I'm not yet an adult." Song Zechen moved a little away to distance himself from Jin Shuozhen.

"It's okay, I'm the eldest brother, if I say you can drink it, you can drink it."

Song Zechen stared at Jin Shuozhen for a while, seeing that Jin Shuozhen felt a little uncomfortable, and deeply reflected on whether it was wrong for him to encourage minors like this, how could a high-altitude flower like Song Zechen touch alcohol.

In the next second, he quickly retracted this idea.

Song Zechen picked up a bottle of wine, tilted it slightly, held down the cork and turned the bottle, and with a muffled "bang", the wine was opened in one go.

"Ah, what, you must have drunk it secretly." Jin Shuozhen muttered dissatisfied.

Song Zechen was noncommittal: "Brother, just think I have talent."

Jin Shuozhen took the wine bottle handed over by Song Zechen, and took a big gulp.

"how are things?"

"It's okay." Song Zechen said concisely.

Jin Shuozhen was choked by such an answer, sighed, and drank most of the bottle of wine.

Song Zechen frowned: "Brother, drink less."

"It's okay, I drink a lot." Jin Shuozhen happily gave a thumbs up, expressing that he could handle it.

The weather was cool, and Jin Shuozhen smelled of alcohol and heat all over his body.Song Zechen smiled and looked at Jin Shuozhen who was trying his best to bring wine to his mouth. Obviously no one persuaded him to drink, but he drank with the lofty sentiments of "don't stop me".

It's a sign of getting drunk.

Song Zechen also drank together.

The viewing angle of the balcony is excellent. You can see the outline of the mountain and the lighthouse on the mountain. It is bright and flickering in the distance, as if breathing weakly with people.

"Zechen, will you still debut with us?" Jin Shuozhen's slightly drunken voice sounded, and he finally stated the purpose of tonight.

Song Zechen clenched the hand holding the wine bottle for a moment, then immediately relaxed, and continued to take a sip on his own.

"You all know."

Jin Shuozhen gave a soft "hmm".

The news that Park Jimin sent him that day was like thunder on the ground. After returning to the dormitory, the seven of them got together, and Zheng Haoxi also added what he had heard.Facing the news that Song Zechen could not be with them, everyone's first reaction was to subconsciously refuse.Having been together for such a long time, they have long regarded Song Zechen as their family members, and it is unimaginable that they will not be able to debut together in the end.

But if Song Zechen chooses solo, they have no way to say no for him, that is Song Zechen's own choice.But everyone knew in their hearts that if it wasn't for the quarrel, with Song Zechen's character, he would have rejected the solo plan immediately.

Everyone was silent all night, and finally decided to send Jin Shuozhen, the oldest brother, to talk to Song Zechen.

"Zechen, everyone wants to debut with you, your existence is very important to us."

"Whether it's BTS or simply as an individual, we feel you can't be absent."

Jin Shuozhen carefully turned his head to observe Song Zechen's state.Song Zechen didn't answer him, leaving him with a perfectly lined side face with long eyelashes, as black as the night outside the window.

"Are you still angry?"

"We did it wrong in that matter. As the eldest brother, I have an unshirkable responsibility. I hope you will not be angry with us."

Jin Shuozhen stretched out his hand to hold Song Zechen, Song Zechen watched his cold hand was covered with warmth, but he didn't want to be greedy, so he gently withdrew his hand.

"No."

"How could it not be. If you weren't angry, how could you react like this." Jin Shuozhen was anxious by Song Zechen's understatement of Tai Chi. He felt that he was a little angry because of the alcohol. This child always hides his heart, everything refused to express.

Song Zechen's expression was calm, but his eyes were a little loose: "What can I do if I'm angry."

Anger is the most useless emotion in the world.

"When you get angry, tell us that we are not other people. But Zechen, we can't see your heart clearly. You don't like to tell others when things happen. Like this quarrel, you pretended that nothing happened to whitewash the peace, but we all rely on If you don't get close to you, even if you intend to reconcile, you will block you back."

"Otherwise, do I have to yell 'I'm angry' all the time or put on a bad face to you?" Song Zechen smiled, but the smile somehow revealed panic, distorted like a mask.

"That's not what I mean. I hope you can treat us as closer people, confide in us, and be a complete person with emotions, instead of wearing your mask all the time..."

Listening to such words, Song Zechen's smile grew bigger and bigger, but if someone was present, he would definitely be able to see the sadness under his smiling face, which was crumbling, and could collapse with a slight push.

"elder brother."

Song Zechen's eyes were blown by the wind, their sockets were red, and there was a faint glint of water in his eyes, which interrupted Jin Shuozhen's unfinished words.

"Since you said that, well, let me tell you, I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed."

The throat suddenly swelled for some reason, and the swallowing was cut with a knife.

"Why don't you believe what I say? Why can't you put the problem on the surface? Why do you choose to be silent? Why can't you think about my way of doing things before thinking about the problem? Is it true that I have been hypocritical to others these years? Is it for you too?"

There was no ups and downs in the calm tone of the question, it was just a simple statement, perhaps an analysis for myself.

"Did I do something wrong?" Song Zechen finished lightly.When I said this, teardrops finally rolled down from my red eyes.

He quietly wiped it away, the wind is really strong today, it hurts people's eyes.

"No..." Jin Shuo really felt that his chest was being squeezed continuously, and his heart seemed to be pinched by a strong hand. Alcohol had paralyzed his brain and seemed to block his ability to speak at the same time. It took a lot of effort to squeeze out such a sentence from my throat.

Song Zechen ignored it, and swallowed the inexplicably rust-like scarlet and bloody smell in his mouth, his eyes were empty, and no one was there.

"Never..." His voice was hoarse, as if it had been ground by gravel.

"It's always been easier for you to get close to me than it is for me to get close to you."

The knight took 99 steps and waited for the next step. No one knew how much courage Song Zechen took to take the first step and put on the knight uniform.Reassure yourself that there will be no accidents with protection, and then stride forward in an attempt to quickly complete the remaining 98 steps.

He suddenly laughed out loud, with tears in his eyes.

"I've worked hard. I can count the relationship of three years clearly now. You can take it back at any time as I am indifferent."

It's better to return to the trajectory of life three years ago, step by step as if nothing happened, everything can be restored to its original position, and he can still be invincible and never get hurt.

"No." Jin Shuozhen hastily retorted, he always had a premonition that this younger brother would pull away from everyone's life trajectory without hesitation in a second.

"When I first came here, I didn't know anything. It was you who tirelessly taught me dance and vocal music. You secretly prepared box lunches for Yunqi, you gave Haoxi medicinal wine, and you helped Nanjun share the captain's work." Jin Suozhen paused , I found that a few words can’t sum up everything in these years, “When Jimin is sad, you will always be by his side to comfort him, and when Tae-joo is fighting, you will always be by his side to protect him from getting hurt. Jungkook, you treat Jungkook like a relative younger brother."

"You've done a great job."

"We are not good enough."

"I enjoy the convenience you bring us as a matter of course, and ignore your feelings confidently. I feel that you are different from us, so I am lucky."

Jin Shuozhen was defeated in such a sentence of memories, no longer tense, and covered his face with his hands.

Song Zechen stared straight ahead in silence, standing still like a statue.His field of vision was empty, the overwhelming darkness devoured all existence, and the night was condensed into small water stains on his sleeve.

Next to him, Jin Shuozhen was already drunk, lying on the ground, muttering to himself: "I'm sorry, Zechen..."

Song Zechen couldn't tell whether he was drunk or too excited, his cheeks were flushed, his heart was beating violently, he could even hear the roar of drums, his ears were buzzing, and his temples seemed to be swollen.

Standing up staggeringly, he stopped in place the next second.

Tian Zhengguo stood there barefoot, hugging the doll Song Zechen had given him a long time ago.The moonlight shone on his face, and the tear stains that were washed wantonly could be seen clearly.

"elder brother."

"do not go."

"I don't want you to go."

Song Zechen blinked slowly, rolling his Adam's apple.

"Tian Zhengguo."

This was the first time he called out the name of the person in front of him completely, suppressed and restrained.

Halfway through the journey, the knight was scratched by thorns, dripping with blood, and had a good reason to give up on the return journey, but an unknown witch cast a spell of "reluctant" on the knight.

I can't bear to get away from this, I can't bear to laugh like never before, I can't bear to bear those people with vivid faces.

Just pretend I'm crazy.

He and him stood opposite each other, obviously there was nothing in front of them, but it seemed that there was a raging crowd in the world.

His voice trembled, trying to restrain his urge to collapse.

"The last time."

"This is the last time."