[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Seven people huddled in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bedroom and looked at themselves repeatedly. The rare full suit, no vest and big pants, was very formal.

"Come and see if my bow tie is right?"

"I've never been to such an elegant venue, and I'm a little nervous."

"Yes, what if you make a mistake and embarrass Zechen?"

Yes, they are going to Song Zechen's show.

Roy came to Korea to participate in a performance. That day he suddenly mentioned that he hoped that Song Zechen would join the performance. He was worried that he would refuse, so he made an agreement with the theater teacher. The theater teacher had taught them before, and he liked Song Zechen so naturally he agreed.Reluctantly, Song Zechen picked up the violin again, regained the previous feel, and took time out of his busy schedule.

Roy got them seven tickets for the auditorium. Of course, they would not refuse the opportunity to meet Song Zechen at such an important moment.

The auditorium hall of the theater is resplendent and resplendent, with arc-shaped vaults and glazed chandeliers shining dazzlingly and dizzyingly.

"I feel like my whole body has been sublimated."

Park Jimin tried his best to restrain his "random" glances, hoping not to show his fuss too much, but he couldn't help feeling emotional.

"You guys are here, I'll take you to the auditorium, Zechen is preparing in the background."

Roy came over to greet them. He was tall and handsome with broad shoulders and long legs, like a British nobleman who came out of a European castle.

"It seems that we are the only ones taking pictures with our mobile phones." Zheng Haoxi looked around, and there seemed to be only a few young people with dyed hair among the middle-aged and elderly people beside him.

"The opportunity is rare, save it quickly."

So the seven people held their mobile phones and used the camera to record video and take pictures out of place.

When the lights dimmed, a large part of them were not that interested in classical music. The most useful thing was the lullaby before going to bed, and they applauded along with the flow of people half-knowledgeably in the first half.

"Zechen."

Kim Tae-joo and Park Jimin covered their mouths excitedly and exaggeratedly, if it wasn't for serious occasions, they would probably call out for support without feeling complacent.

Tian Zhengguo's eyes were shining brightly, staring at the people on the stage.

Song Zechen was wearing a black tuxedo with a complicated and gorgeous badge pinned to his chest.Like a marble statue in Greek mythology, with the lighting of the stage, it is cold and not like a real person.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his face like butterfly wings, his thin lips were lightly pursed, with a jade-colored luster.

His arms draw the most perfect arc, his exquisite and sharp mandible leans lightly on the violin, and the angles at which he pulls the strings at random seem to be carefully calculated by God, which is extremely beautiful.Even for a moment, the sound of the music seemed to come from afar, and it became an oil painting full of impact that filled the entire line of sight.

The image is completely different from usual. It is not the friends of the same age who laugh and scold them in the dormitory, nor is it the vigorous youth on the stage. look up.

"Eden should be like this, shouldn't he? Everyone should admire him. He stands alone."

Roy didn't know when he sat next to them, and said this sentence without beginning and end, but anyone could hear the sharpness and purpose in it.

"He is the same kind of person as me, but I don't think he is like you."

Jin Nanjun put his eyes on Roy. This person tore away the harmony with them when Song Zechen was present, and still showed arrogance unconsciously and politely. It was not a pretense, but a temperament cultivated by long-term education and environment .

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer the question.

"The chief violinist is the second conductor of the orchestra. So he must also adapt to the team." Min Yunqi took over the conversation.

Roy stared at Min Yunqi for a long time, but Min Yunqi did not avoid his eyes, and the two faced each other firmly.

After a while, Roy turned his head and chuckled: "You are right, this is his choice. When he was the chief, he could solve any problems in the team. He is really suitable for the team."

No one spoke any more, and they quietly finished listening to Song Zechen's performance.

The young man on the stage made a gentlemanly exit ceremony, and the audience applauded thunderously. Roy stood up and applauded lightly, with proud eyes, and squinted at them, as if to say: Look, this is how he should be.

Going around to the backstage, Jin Taiyi couldn't wait to jump on Song Zechen who was packing the piano box: "Zechen, you were so handsome just now."

Song Zechen smiled with eight teeth, and the corners of his eyes were curved, with a sweet curve like a crescent moon.

Non-threatening complaint: "Yeah, you've wrinkled my shirt."

"It's rare for us to come out today to eat fried chicken."

"Eat it, I think it's good for you to eat."

"How about that?"

"Then I'll eat the rice cake in the fried chicken."

Song Zechen was tidying up and chatting at the same time. At this time, the fireworks on his body and the cold appearance on the stage were completely different.

Jin Shuozhen at the back of the line heard Roy's almost inaudible sigh, half helpless and half relieved:

"really"

Really, he seems to like you more.

On the day Roy left, Song Zechen went to see him off.

There were people coming and going at the airport, and he helped Roy carry the bag and walk towards parting step by step according to the procedure.

"I really miss you, when will you come to Korea next time?" Song Zechen hugged him.

"The next time I come is probably to see your concert? Reserve the front row for me." Roy took the luggage in his hand.

"That won't work, you have to grab it by yourself, our Ami will be angry if you have a shady scene with you, and you took a spot for no reason." Song Zechen replied with a playful joke.

"We have known each other for ten years, ten years, and you treat me like this." Roy smiled and hammered his shoulder.

"We have known each other for ten years, let's know each other for another ten years."

Song Zechen smiled. He knew that this childhood playmate never meant to discriminate against anyone. He was just worried about the difficulties and injustices he might face to fight for him. The way he chose deviated a bit, but the starting point was good.

"I sometimes feel that you have so many friends that I am not your only friend. I will be sad, but I am very happy."

"But I'm happy in the end."

Roy didn't have a straight face, he was the image of a sunny boy when he first saw him. These days, he deliberately put on a straight face to test the attitude of Song Zechen's teammates. Although it was a very naive test, he never tired of it, telling himself 』If there is a slight flaw, he will have an excuse to abduct Song Zechen back to the United States.

But no, although those people were secretly jealous, they still got along with him in good faith. They were a very gentle and enthusiastic group of people.

"I'm so happy that you met great people and became a better person."

"Thank you." Song Zechen thanked his childhood friends gratefully. He cherished his life because meeting these shining friends illuminated his path.

"Ze Chen, is your friend gone?" Just after saying goodbye to Roy, the life-threatening serial call in his pocket was picked up, and as soon as he got through, there was an impatient question from the other side.

"Well, I just got on the plane, what's the matter?"

"Oh, oh, it's okay, I just want to take care of it, after all, I'm a guest here." Jin Nanjun made an excuse, but couldn't hide the excitement in his tone.

There were several cheers from the other side of the phone. Words such as "finally left" and "celebration" could be heard, and it could be heard that there were many people surrounded by a phone, which was very chaotic.

(I think Roy sneezed from the enthusiasm of these people in the sky)

Zheng Haoxi answered the phone amidst the noise, happy as if it was New Year's Eve, refreshed and proud: "Ze Chen, see you at the old place later, we are in a good mood today to eat pizza."

Song Zechen was speechless: "I can't be the one to treat you again."

"That's all right, everyone is in a good mood today, please, brother." Jin Shuozhen leaned closer to the microphone and reassured loudly.

Time always flies by in a busy environment, and the short respite is fleeting. They will soon start the promotion of the follow-up song. "ineedu" has brought them exposure, and now it is time for them to take advantage of the victory when.

Up until now, BTS has filmed MVs for follow-up songs, and "dope" is no exception.

When the sound source of this song came out, both fans and passers-by expressed their expectations for the stage. The planning department decided to wear different uniforms in the MV to represent different professions for filming.

So they are now called into the conference room to discuss this matter.

"Do you have any ideas?" the staff asked.

"doctor."

"Racing Driver." Jung Ho-seok who recently fell in love with racing games.

"Police." Tian Zhengguo, who wanted to be Tian sir.

"Migrant workers." Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Jin Tae-jin, who was a little different.

Jin Tae-yi smiled back awkwardly: "I'm just kidding."

"Whatever, but these days, there won't be anyone who would arrange a "role" of a student in a very old-fashioned way, right? Didn't we wear too few school uniforms in the previous campus trilogy?"

Song Zechen shrugged indifferently, and kept turning his pen.

"If you're so old-fashioned, then our planning department should be fired."

The staff quietly stuffed the plan of students as one of their careers at the bottom of the file, and nodded sincerely:

"You're right, who is so old-fashioned these days."

"Then does Eden want to play any profession?"

"Is there something cooler, like a gang boss or something?"

Song Zechen put down his pen and asked expectantly.

"Song Zechen is daydreaming again." Min Yunqi sneered daily.

"Zechen, you are too ridiculous."

Several black lines were drawn on the staff's forehead: "This may be a bit difficult, after all, it is not a regular occupation."

"Oh, forget it." Seeing everyone's objection, Song Zechen curled his lips and returned to a lack of interest attitude, "Brothers and sisters in the planning department, think for yourself, don't think about empty-handed white wolves, we said that you can write it down Well, this kind of thinking doesn’t work, people have to use their own brains so that they don’t get rusty, and they are worthy of the wages that the company gives you.”

The staff restrained his urge to hit someone, and reminded himself many times that he couldn't beat the spinach-eating "Popeye" in front of him, not to mention that he still had seven human shields, head-to-head would only make him suffer.

Um?Popeye?

The staff's eyes were wide open, and silently wrote the word "sailor suit" next to "eden" on the paper, and marked it with a key mark. Soon this suggestion will be handed over to Fang Shihe's office Let him have a look at the desk, and if there is no problem, it will be finalized directly, and then the members will be notified to become a foregone conclusion.

Brat, let you offend me.