[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Brother, this is terrible!"

Song Zechen took the water glass that Jin Nanjun handed over silently, and gulped it up, "Thank you."

Putting down the water glass, he continued to speak generously: "For the first time in my life, I was hugged by a big man I don't know."

Jin Nanjun was frightened: "Could it be that you have been hugged by a woman you don't know?"

Song Zechen was choked, and hastily pulled out a few pieces of paper to cover his mouth, coughing heart-piercingly.

Jin Nanjun, who knew that he was thinking too much, hugged the pillow tightly, fearing that Song Zechen would come to trouble him after he recovered.

"Jia Er is my relative at the same age. He is Chinese, and he is a very nice person. He has a familiar personality."

Jin Nanjun hastily explained to the frightened Song Zechen, hoping that his attention would be diverted quickly and he would forget what he said before.

"I didn't say that others are bad, I just haven't seen such a way of getting along."

"Zechen, you don't have many friends, let's just get to know each other."

What Jin Nanjun said was not a polite thing, the older brothers in the team were most worried about the youngest’s friendship situation, and Song Zechen’s was next. Some people can see Song Zechen's cover-up, and outsiders may think that this person is gentle and generous, and this is precisely what they are most worried about: Song Zechen keeps his heart closed and doesn't like to let others in.

"I exchanged kakaotalk with him." Song Zechen shrugged, "Don't worry brother, I know in my heart that friends are more expensive than fine, but there are more people outside my circle of friends."

Jin Nanjun nodded: "Be careful yourself."

Song Zechen put down the pen that had been spinning in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and tried: "That, brother"

"Huh?" Jin Nanjun turned his head suspiciously.

"Isn't your song finished yet?"

This is the real purpose of Song Zechen coming to find Jin Nanjun today.

October is approaching, and BTS is still in the state of picking their feet at home.It was a normal state at first, but the company mentioned "ingoctober" in the teaser trailer released in September, and they still showed no sign of being busy until the end of September.

Even Song Zechen, who is obsessed with studying and doesn't know what day and night is, has noticed something is wrong, and there seems to be no news about the comeback in October that he agreed with fans.He gave up following the progress of the next album because of the college entrance examination, and had no idea what happened.

So he couldn't hold back and found Jin Nanjun.

Jin Nanjun was caught off guard when he heard this question. He subconsciously lowered his head and dared not face Song Zechen's gaze. He played with the small beads on the T-shirt for a long time, and he could feel Song Zechen staring at the top of his head, full of worry.

After hesitating for a long time, he plucked up his courage, grabbed the small bead, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly: "It's a bottleneck."

He exhausted all his strength to admit those three simple words.

God knows that when he was faced with the blank and clean lyrics book, a large embarrassing blank also flashed in his mind, like a large snowflake on an old-fashioned TV with a bad signal, and the electric current returned to calm after a few sizzles.If he has no inspiration for just one day, he can still comfort himself that his emotions are wrong, but for two or three days or even a week and a month, when he finds himself sitting in front of the production room, he will have a physiological resistance, restless, and can't wait to walk away. go.The songs were called back again and again because they didn't fit the theme, and he belatedly panicked: Am I exhausted?

"Brother, don't think too much."

Song Zechen hastily interrupted Jin Nanjun's contemplation, he was afraid that Jin Nanjun would sink deeper and deeper in the short memory and become more decadent and depressed.

"Isn't it normal to have no inspiration when writing a song? It's not uncommon for inspiration to be something as mysterious as a girl's menstrual period not to care about occasionally."

Jin Nanjun was amused by Song Zechen's metaphor: "Chen, what are you talking about?"

"Brother, don't put too much pressure on yourself. They say that inspiration comes from life. You are in a state where you look like nothing. Flowers look like grass, and grass looks like weeds. People don't want to be written by you, right? ? This is simply a vicious circle."

"So the most urgent thing is to adjust your mentality, brother, to face the sea and the spring blossoms, to face the world and to face the future."

Song Zechen racked his brains to come up with some witty words to relax Jin Nanjun's tense nerves.

"Well, I'll go out for a walk when I have time." Jin Nanjun smiled wryly.

"What did Fang Pdnim say?" No matter how relieved he was, the problem with the album still existed.

"I talked to Fang pdnim and he said it can be delayed."

"Even Fang pdnim said that, brother, why are you in a hurry, write slowly, we have plenty of time."

"Brother, I'm leaving first. If you have any questions, you must remember to chat with me."

Song Zechen got up, he understood that Jin Nanjun most needed time to be alone at this moment, but he was also worried that this brother would be crazy and wanted to bring himself into the pit and couldn't get up, he was anxious but powerless.

The moment before closing the door, Song Zechen's head came out from the crack of the door again, emphasizing worriedly: "Brother, if you have any troubles, you must tell me. Teacher Song is best at solving emotional problems."

Jin Nanjun waved his hand in a funny way to signal Song Zechen to leave quickly. After the door closed, he slowly curled his legs into a ball, leaned his face on his knees, and stared aimlessly at the photo frame on the table. Indistinct.

really tired.

Song Zechen walked quietly against the wall, he didn't like the sound of heavy footsteps, the pounding made his heart beat faster.The consequence of staying up late for too long was that he was a little mentally weak. Lying on the bed late at night, he could clearly hear the voice in his chest.After going to the hospital for an examination, the doctor told him to take a good rest. He heard that one ear leaked out of the other, and he didn't care.

Walking through the long corridor of the company and returning home, the lights in other rooms in the dormitory were turned off, but the door of his room was open, shining a small piece of light on the ground.Tian Zhengguo seemed to be playing with his mobile phone, leaving him with a soft back.

Song Zechen approached on tiptoe, and jumped to Tian Zhengguo's side with the last step: "Zhengguo!"

Tian Zhengguo took a step back, opened his eyes wide, and opened his mouth into an "o" shape. He was obviously frightened, and he patted his chest with lingering fear.

Song Zechen, who succeeded in pranking the prank, became embarrassed when he saw the youngest who was scared like this: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I scared you."

Tian Zhengguo glared at him: "You scared me to death."

"What are you looking at?" Song Zechen sat down on a corner of the sofa and asked casually.

Tian Zhengguo hurriedly picked up the mobile phone on the sofa, and hurriedly pressed the lock screen button, the screen went black, and he stammered: "I and I are playing games, don't let the brothers know."

"Play less, has your myopia deepened recently?" Song Zechen poured himself a glass of fruit juice to moisten his throat.

Seeing that Song Zechen didn't seem to suspect anything, Tian Zhengguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put his phone in his pocket, and found a place to sit down, but he didn't cling to Song Zechen as usual.

"It's almost one o'clock, Guoer, go to sleep." Song Zechen checked the time by checking the clock.

"Then go to bed too, don't stay up until four o'clock and study today." Tian Zhengguo got up and pushed Song Zechen to the bathroom.

"Okay, okay, you go first, I'll change into pajamas." Song Zechen held Tian Zhengguo instead, the child's hand was warm and slightly cold, and Song Zechen's eyes flickered.

Both of them packed up and got under the covers. Song Zechen straightened Tian Zhengguo's collar and turned it out evenly: "Dress carefully, there is a button on the collar and you don't wear it well, no wonder you feel uncomfortable every time you sleep. Something is hitting you."

Tian Zhengguo just smirked: "Anyway, there is you!"

After getting under the covers, Tian Zhengguo closed his eyes for a long time without feeling sleepy. He tentatively said, "Ah Ze, I wrote a song today."

It was quiet.

Because Song Zechen was covering his mouth tightly at this moment, his esophagus seemed to be burned, his stomach was churning, and a sharp discomfort exploded in his body. He had to restrain himself desperately so as not to let himself spit out in the next second.

Nausea.

This was Song Zechen's first feeling.

He saw through the maknae's cover-up in front of him at a glance, and followed Tian Zhengguo's intentions without breaking through.But the moment he went to scare Tian Zhengguo, he caught a glimpse of the twitter page.

As soon as he went to bed, he re-downloaded the twitter software, logged in to his account, and then the trending topic "Tian Zhengguo get out of the BTS" floating on the top hurt his eyes deeply. A vote was made, and even many people with their avatars expressed their hope that the maknae would quit the team, proud of their contribution to the better development of BTS.

"Are you sick?"

"Why don't you die?"

Such a sudden and vicious idea took root in his heart like a plant and crazily extended downwards. It grew rapidly under the nourishment of anger, and occupied his whole body with a damp and rotten breath, making him return to his original world-weary and irritable psychology. A tsunami swept across the body.He didn't dare to think a little more about Tian Zhengguo's heart. For the first time, he was afraid to speculate on other people's thoughts, even though this had become a deep-rooted habit of his at ordinary times.

How sad should he be?

"Why are you telling him this?"

"Why are you so idle?"

"Why should he see such foul language?"

"Aze, Aze."

In the darkness, Tian Zhengguo called Song Zechen's name several times.

"Ze, are you asleep?"

Song Zechen didn't respond, and seemed to be asleep. In the silent night, there was only the sound of long breathing and the occasional honking of vehicles passing by outside the window.

Tian Zhengguo breathed a sigh of relief, he finally had a chance to cry softly.

Full of grievances and doubts, only through the late night alone to vent.

Song Zechen clutched the quilt tightly, stared absently at a certain point in the air, and maintained a silent and still posture for a long time, numb from his whole body to his fingertips, like an unconscious puppet.

Tian Zhengguo's muffled sobs knocked on his heart one after another, digging a hole, and some things in his heart rattled when the cold wind blew, and finally was blown off by the wind and shattered all over the ground.And he stepped on that fragment with his bare feet, letting the blood drip, so as to relieve the pain in his heart a little.

His eyes were just so open, and the tears kept flowing silently, with a scalding temperature that almost burned his cheeks, and burrowed into the collar along his neck, and the temperature was icy cold again.

Don't cry, I don't want you to cry, I want to cry when you see you cry.