[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"So you forgive them anyway."

Hearing this, Song Zechen choked suddenly, his nasal cavity was sore, and he hurriedly turned his back and coughed violently.

It took a while to catch my breath.

"Grandpa, did you really listen to what I just said? Didn't I just spend so long describing to you how tired I am recently?"

"Of course I listened carefully. You said you were busy, how difficult the foreign school teachers contacted by the project were, how complicated the application materials were, and how upset your children were."

Song Zechen coughed again.

"What kids?"

The old man smiled, gentle and clear. If you go back in time to his youthful face, you can easily find that the curvature of Song Zechen's mouth is exactly the same as his, but far less open-minded.

"I used to worry because you have been growing up by my side, I don't know how to raise children, and your grandma passed away early. I was often afraid that you would become a playboy like the one in the TV series."

With heavy eyes, he turned to the memories of the past.

"Later, you didn't look like that. You became...an exquisite...dummy, very similar to when I was young. I thought, it's over, I've raised you crookedly."

"I teach you how to read and how to deal with people, but I can't teach you how to realize Lan Yin early."

The old man considered his words, and finally came up with such a description.

When Song Zechen was taken home by him, he already looked like a young adult, too precocious, like a doll in a New Year painting, always smiling and never crying.As he grew older, he became more and more familiar with the control of expressions, and finally perfectly integrated into the role he set for himself.

"Grandpa is really ruthless when he speaks."

The old man is used to holding tea, with two deep-set eyes, deep and bright.

"At this time, I would think, you might as well grow up as a second generation, you can do whatever you want, and you don't have to suppress yourself all the time."

"Grandpa is saying that now, if I really become like that, you will definitely break my legs then."

Song Zechen laughed at himself.

"After you got to know your friends, I thought that an old man like me is not suitable to live with your children, or there are topics between you children. You became lively, and the words you said to me when you came back began to be inseparable from them. I don't I know what kind of people they are, but I can tell from the details that they are good kids."

Even the corners of the eyes and brows are finally filled with the unique vitality of a teenager, full of spring, making one feel light when looking at it.

"I don't know what happened between you guys, I still like them, at least they are different to you, and they are different to me."

Song Zechen's nose felt sore.

"Why are you so nasty all of a sudden." Song Zechen pursed his lips unnaturally, feeling a little uncomfortable for the old man's rare confide in his heart.

He also picked up the teacup and took a sip to moisten his throat.

Leaning forward slightly, the tone of doubt.

"Grandpa, do you think I should forgive them?"

The old man's wrinkles are stretched out, extending lines that make people feel at ease and trustworthy.

"You have already made your choice, why ask me."

"If it had been your sensitivity before, you would have packed up and left without any regrets. How could you be so entangled in escaping and feeling depressed like a while ago."

"I'm very happy that you are finally willing to get out of your crystal cage and no longer be trapped in a world."

The incense burner on the bookshelf curled up a few wisps of smoke, Song Zechen sniffed the sandalwood in the air, and calmed down.Leaning on the table, with his arms casually draped, he occupied most of the space in a rare arrogant and rude gesture, rubbing the familiar wood grains under his hands.

There is a crabapple engraved there, its branches and branches seem to be entwined in his heart.

"Zechen, this is not giving them a chance, but giving yourself a chance."

Love blinds people's eyes and blinds their hearts by the way.But this is probably the most sincere and brave moment in my life.

The world's most touching, the world's most willing.

Song Zechen still moved back to the dormitory.

His things in the small room had unknowingly accumulated more and more, and he thought it was too troublesome to move around, so he just rolled up the quilt and went back to bed lightly.

While tidying things up, he found a strawberry soda candy in the corner between the table and the wall, which was probably left by Jin Shuozhen when he came last time.Taking the paper to wipe away the dust, he tore open the packaging bag and stuffed the candy into his mouth. The sweetness was just right, and there was a trace of soda bubbles dancing on the tip of his tongue.

Song Zechen seldom ate sweets, and the lollipop that he kept in his mouth out of curiosity when he was a child was knocked out, and he never touched it again.At this time, the taste in my mouth has been absent for a long time and is unfamiliar, filling the vacancy of more than ten years.

I searched for the sign on the candy paper, and made a note of it in my heart.

Try again next time.

The beds were all full, and Song Zechen slept on the sofa.It is really difficult for nine people to be squeezed into a site of more than ten square meters, and the conditions are difficult.

Li Xiuxiong felt embarrassed and came to him to change the bed.

"Zechen, go back to sleep, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"It's okay, bro, I've already agreed to let you sleep." Song Zechen crossed his legs, wrapped in a quilt, and forced himself to stretch his half-open eyes wide.

"But that's your bed. Now that you're back, I'm still living here. How ridiculous is that?"

Li Xiuxiong lowered his head and looked at the boy sitting on the sofa, full of seriousness and earnestness.

"Okay bro, we're going to debut together in the future. It's so clear what to do. It's so troublesome to change."

When Li Xiuxiong heard such words, his body froze subconsciously, he hesitated for a long time, and stammered.

"Zechen, I..."

"Will I really debut with you?"

"Why did you suddenly have such an idea? Didn't you get along well with Jungkook and the others?"

Song Zechen was blessed to the heart, looked at Li Xiuxiong who was a little cramped in front of him, stopped talking, thoughtful.

EXO, which debuted in 2012, has occupied most of the boy group market in South Korea, so in 2013, countless boy groups will be launched soon, trying to get a piece of the pie.In the melee of countless groups in the music industry, can bighit, as a company with no resources and a handful of employees, really have an advantage, will it really have a future?

I am afraid that even Fang Shihe himself has no way to answer this question. A last-ditch fight does not necessarily mean that everyone will be happy with the happy ending.

Li Xiuxiong clenched his fists.

What would you do if there was an obvious better option in front of you?

Everyone is faced with many choices. No matter what the future holds, every step of the present is stumbling or unswerving, which is the unique fearlessness of young people.

A small dimple appeared on Song Zechen's face, and he could only click on it.

"Brother, don't worry, just do what you want, no one can stop you."

After finishing speaking, he went around behind Li Xiuxiong, pressed his back and pushed him into the room.

"Okay, I've already settled down on the sofa, brother, do you want me to clean it up again after being so cruel?"

"I rely on my own strength."

Li Xiuxiong sighed helplessly, his depressed mood was greatly diluted by Song Zechen's disturbance.

thank you.

Song Zechen fell headlong, nestled under the quilt, and pulled up the sheet to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The long-lost flash is as sweet as soaking in spring water.

The living room is very close to the balcony, so Song Zechen can see the distant mountains and lighthouse outside the window even when lying here.The brightness of a small group will be deeply imprinted in my heart after watching for a long time.

Before falling asleep, there are still small clusters of light in the darkness with closed eyes.

Tomorrow will be a new day.