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"elder brother!"

"elder brother!"

"elder brother!"

Tian Zhengguo howled a few times without naming his names, but one, two, three, four, five or six pairs of eyes all looked at him and took steps at the same time.

"What's the matter, Zhengguo?" Jin Nanjun asked amusedly.

Tian Zhengguo handed the browsing page to the eyes of several heads who leaned over, and continued to maintain the loud volume just now, but a little bit more aggrieved:

"Aze and the man who pulled the big wooden saw ran to Austria!"

"The one who pulls the big wooden saw?" Pu Zhimin was puzzled, he had never heard of Song Zechen having any carpenter friends.

Kim Tae-joo quickly browsed the contents of the phone.

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When I was traveling in Austria, I ran into Eden, a member of the BTS. He and another boy seemed to have just finished a performance. He was carrying a violin, and the boy was carrying a cello. The two of them were walking on the street in dresses, like a pictorial. Figure jpg profile photo jpg blurred front face jpg#

Tian Zhengguo stuffed the mobile phone into their hands and walked out of the encirclement. A bunch of black heads blocked his air, and what was even more depressing was that a bunch of ARMYs in the comments all thought they were a good match.

Tian Zhengguo hates iron but not steel: Are you from your own family?How can you grow others' ambition?

They all recognized that the person next to Song Zechen turned out to be the chief cellist Yankee who had been defeated by them after running across South Korea in an attempt to claim sovereignty.

"It seems to be called Roy? How can you say that he pulls a big wooden saw?" Jin Nanjun patted the angry maknae with a smile.

"Jungkook is right." Park Jimin stood up to protect his younger brother and agreed.

"Isn't Zechen the one who pulls the wooden saw?" Jin Nanjun asked back.

"Ze Chen is playing art, the embodiment of beauty." Wu Nao Chen blows double standards and goes online.

Tian Zhengguo ignored the gossip here, and shouted at Jin Shuozhen who went back to the kitchen to cook without being able to squeeze through the crowd: "Brother Shuozhen, do you have any lemons at home? Give me a lemon!"

#I'm sour again#

"Where are there lemons for you?" Jin Shuozhen came out with a pot of vinegar to tease the maknae who was grinding his molars, "Men should be jealous in a dignified way."

Tian Zhengguo rolled his eyes, and actually took the vinegar pot in Jin Shuozhen's hand, took a sip under his surprised gaze, and then sprayed it on Jin Shuozhen's sweater at the right target.

Jin Shuozhen stared at his sweater in disbelief for a long time, and for a long time the whole house was filled with his angry roar.

"Tian Zhengguo, you little bastard! Song Zechen is not watching who can protect you?"

"If any of you stop me, don't even think about eating tonight!"

Jin Shuozhen was flushed from head to toe due to excessive emotion, but he opened his teeth and claws for a while and found that it was his own one-man show, he turned around:

"Why don't you stop me?"

The indifferent passers-by, represented by Min Yunqi, spoke concisely one after another.

"Not interested in."

"No time."

"lazy."

Tian Zhengguo sighed and passed by Jin Shuozhen, and stopped by his side without avoiding him: "You can't beat me."

Jin Shuozhen, who was triple humiliated in a short period of time: ? ? ?Am I still the big brother?I can't stand this group anymore!

The air in Vienna is full of music.

Countless romantic bards are born here, the dense coffee aroma seems intoxicating, and the elegant and bright smile on the face of the old gentleman is as refreshing as the organ playing.

Song Zechen tasted the dessert served by the waiter, and couldn't help scooping up another spoonful: "I really like this place."

Roy bit the straw: "Come more if you like."

"I don't have so much time." Song Zechen pouted.

Europe is small, and it is convenient to travel between countries. Roy heard from somewhere that Song Zechen and his grandfather were in Switzerland. After contacting him, he got a plane ticket and flew to Western Europe to find him.The two met to travel to Austria together, and his grandfather knew Roy, so he wouldn't stop him.

"But I'm busy later."

"I'll come to you this time when I'm free, and there will be fewer opportunities like this in the future."

"It doesn't matter, so we should cherish this opportunity to get along with each other." Song Zechen looked at his friend who bit down the straws into a line with a smile.

"If the audition for that orchestra passes, I can tour with a conductor I respect a lot."

"That would be great."

"What about you?" Roy asked Song Zechen who was smiling sincerely.

"Me?" Song Zechen was puzzled, "What's wrong with me?"

"I hope you are not limited to that small place in your country, but you can also perform on a big stage."

"When we were young, we agreed to perform in Vienna's Golden Hall, but now it seems impossible." Roy is actually still uneasy. The two of them have visited all the theaters in Vienna these days, and he understands that Song Zechen I feel even more sorry for the fact that I have no feelings for classical music.

"Hey, one day I will perform in a place as big as the golden hall." Song Zechen did not blame Roy for his aggressive tone, and avoided it skillfully.

"Besides, classical music and pop music can be combined, let me try."

"You're always like this." Roy didn't bother, "If you need anything, you can find me."

"Okay." Song Zechen held his face and smiled, and Roy waved his hand out of sight.

"Let's go, let's go skiing."

Song Zechen got up, and his right eyelid twitched a few times, but he didn't care, and rubbed hard to remind himself to rest more.

There is a saying: "He was young then, and didn't know that everything God gave you had a price tag on it."

When Song Zechen suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground while accelerating on the ski slope, he finally understood the meaning of this sentence. Roy was so frightened that his face turned pale. It doesn't feel like anything, it's been too smooth recently and a little accident can make him feel a little real.

Of course, this time it might not be a small accident. After a short period of numbness, he felt severe pain, and he heard a thud when he fell.

cold.

Facing the blue sky, he ignored the pain in his calf and sighed quietly: Is it because I am living too freely, the seven cats at home have cursed me.

Ah, life.

"Zechen is coming back, I want to cook a big meal, let's go to the supermarket." Jin Shuozhen suggested.

On the nth day of Song Zechen's absence, everyone sighed.However, they received a message from far away Europe: "I'm coming back." They bombarded a bunch of messages excitedly, but the other side seemed to be uninterested and depressed, and they couldn't help but wonder if there was something else going on with this person outside. people.

"Then I'm going too."

"I also need to go!"

"Me too!"

The youngest line all raised their hands not to miss the possibility of going out to play.

"I'll go too." Zheng Haoxi agreed.

"Fang pdnim has something to do with me." Jin Nanjun shook his head.

As for Min Yun, who was lying on the sofa in a daze, no one dared to disturb him.

Everyone left, and Min Yunqi was the only one left at home. He kept a motionless posture to conceive the song, and he had already started preparing his own mixtape, thinking about the feasibility of adding lyrical elements that Song Zechen mentioned.

The doorbell rang, and he struggled to get up and walked to the door. Through the peephole, he could not see his face clearly with his head down, but he recognized Song Zechen.

Why did you come back early?

Min Yunqi opened the door quickly, and just showed a gingival smile ready to say hello when he choked up.

Song Zechen's hair was cut a lot shorter, revealing heroic eyebrows, a black fleece pullover sweater was paired with a long knee-length white down jacket, and his left leg was exposed In a plaster cast, with a cane under his armpit.

The upper body is well-dressed, and the lower body is extremely bleak.

Min Yunqi's eyes widened, and the words that he had typed before, such as "Long time no see", "You still know you're back", "It's good that you're back", simulated various tones and sentences in his mind, ready to match Song Zechen's attitude at any time Ready to fight back, at this moment the whole fetus is stillborn.

He waved his hand tentatively, just like people on earth who do not know how to greet aliens after meeting aliens and have to try to communicate in English, the common language of Blue Star, he choked out a sentence in English:

"hi~"

Song Zechen's eyelids twitched, and he replied bluntly, half speechless and half humiliated: "Hello."

The two are facing each other across the door frame, just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are affectionate across the Milky Way. Soon the "affectionate" Min Yunqi has tears in his eyes, slowly bends down, opens his mouth wide silently, and utters a long series of happy air sounds:

"Some people were wearing suits and leather shoes in the Grand Theater the day before yesterday, and after a few days, they went to the hospital and were bedridden.

Min Yunqi laughed until he slapped the ground, bang bang bang bang bang.

Song Zechen nimbly stabbed a certain cat that was rolling on the ground with his crutches, and his face turned black. He knew that he would face inhuman ridicule when he returned home: "Get up!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Min Yunqi occupied the territory and thought he was laughing like silver bells, Song Zechen rolled his eyes: "Stop laughing, you made me have a headache, and my whole body hurts just after the anesthesia passed."

Min Yunqi laughed even louder.

Song Zechen deliberately stared at Min Yunqi who was rolling around with a sullen face, suddenly he didn't hold back, his eyelids drooped and his long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and the corners of his mouth parted. Traveling from the frozen snow country to the spring-like residence.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He greeted again earnestly.