[Entertainment] Chen Guang

After Park Jimin finished laughing, he didn't get up and continued to spread on the floor.

"He must have done it on purpose." Song Zechen began to maintain a commercial smile.

"I'll pull you back." Park Jimin rubbed his aching stomach from laughing.

"It's okay, don't worry, let's go to rest first." Song Zechen waved his hand speechlessly, and put his phone back in his pocket, "I will definitely spend time chatting with them when I go in. It's too late now, go to rest first, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Okay." Park Jimin thought it made sense, and tiredness hit after laughing, "Then let's go to bed."

"Good night."

"Good night."

The sun in Bali is very hot. After waking up early, Song Zechen reluctantly followed Park Jimin to apply sunscreen on his face before going out. There were many souvenir shops along the way. They stopped and walked down the street. Park Jimin even changed his equipment. From simple black and white to short-sleeved shorts with Southeast Asian style.

Temples here can be seen everywhere, with a strong religious atmosphere, and you can see statues and complex totems here every few steps.

Park Jimin couldn't walk anymore, he looked at Song Zechen anxiously, the meaning in his eyes was clear.

"I want to make a wish."

"Let's go." Song Zechen just wanted to find a shade to rest.

There were tall and low trees in the temple, and Song Zechen's cheeks that were burned by the sun felt much better instantly.The gods here are very different from the ones Song Zechen has seen before. They have thousands of faces and seem to respect everything. He feels strange and observes carefully, and so does Park Jimin.

Afraid of violating taboos, the two looked around to study the reactions of others.

Waiting step by step for the people in front to pay homage to the Buddha statue, Song Zechen and Park Jimin knelt on the cushions. Park Jimin took the lead in seriously closing his eyes and muttering.

People always have sustenance. They will go to worship almost everywhere, leaving their wishes to the gods and their efforts to themselves.

After getting up, Song Zechen stepped across the threshold and waited for Pu Zhimin by the door. The man knelt straight, clasped his hands together, and looked like a small ball, wearing local floral clothes, colorful and colorful.

Although his hands were itchy and wanted to take a photo, it seemed inappropriate to be in front of the Buddha statue, so Song Zechen had no choice but to give up.

"I'm fine!" Park Jimin came out of the hall and patted his knees, his legs were a little numb after kneeling for a long time.

"Brother, you've been making a wish for a long time, what did you whisper?" Song Zechen went around behind Park Jimin, and wiped off the ashes that had accidentally rubbed off on the wall on his back.

"Isn't that all? Good health, safety and happiness." Park Jimin lowered his head and put on his straw hat, then suddenly raised his head.

"what!"

He stopped in his tracks, exclaiming a little.

"What's wrong?" Song Zechen thought something happened, and subconsciously grabbed Park Jimin by the collar.

"I was so concerned about telling my wish that I forgot to bless the team! What should I do?" Park Jimin took off his straw hat and stomped anxiously, "Is there still time to go back and make up my wish?"

Song Zechen couldn't help laughing, he still hadn't let go of the hand on Park Jimin's collar, and gently tugged: "You scared me to death, I thought something happened."

"We've all come out, so what's the point of going back?"

"I made a promise for you from the team, don't worry."

"When I make a wish, I really only think about myself. I hope that my high pitch will not break, and my dancing will go further. I am really too selfish."

Park Jimin, who was in a good mood at first, suddenly fell down because of this trouble, and looked very self-blaming.

I babbled a lot about myself.

Then he felt a little pressure on his head, and Song Zechen pressed his straw hat down, covering most of his sight.

"Okay bro, why do you think so much every day? You can think of selfishness. Isn't it natural to bless yourself?"

"Besides, if you are well, the team will be well, right?"

"If you really feel sad, let's go to the next temple to pray again, huh?"

Song Zechen seemed to be very interested in his hat. He pushed it down before and now he lifted it up again. He could see the front of him again, and what he saw was Song Zechen's bright smile.

"Okay then, go to the next temple to make up this wish."

"Go, go, go."

Song Zechen took Park Jimin's shoulders and pushed him forward: "Are you tired, let's go eat."

As soon as Park Jimin heard his tone, he knew that Song Zechen couldn't help treating himself as his younger brother. Ever since he grew taller, he often used his height advantage and body shape as an excuse to be his elder brother.

He looked sideways, and Song Zechen's eyes were squinted by the sun, with a few drops of sweat on his forehead, which was so white that it glistened, and his face was slightly wrinkled in disgust.

"I'm going to eat that dirty duck rice." He looked away.

"Okay, okay." Song Zechen wiped off his sweat, and the few babies on Park Jimin's face were plump and rosy from the corner of his eye.

So cute.

The two thought of describing each other at the same time.

According to the index of the travel guide, they found a local restaurant.

After the food was served, Park Jimin couldn't wait to taste it, and sighed in satisfaction.

"Where are you going after dinner?"

"I want to sleep after eating, and I feel sleepy when I'm full." Song Zechen took a big sip of his drink.

"No, why do you want to lie in the hotel every day when you come out to play?" Pu Zhimin grabbed the back of Song Zechen's hand resentfully.

"All right, all right." This sentence is what Song Zechen said the most today.

All right, all right, all right, all right.

The three perfunctory in life.

"What do you want to bring to them?" Park Jimin took out a small notebook for recording, on which he wrote down what he planned to bring to the members and family members.

"Bring essential oils for the maknae, doesn't he like fragrant ones? We'll go buy them after dinner."

"En." Song Zechen nodded, expressing that everything was arranged by Park Jimin.

"You can bring the wood carving to Brother Nan Jun, he should like it."

"Buy some beautiful stones for Taiyi."

However, Park Jimin's arrangement really never wastes any time.

After buying it, he was dragged by this person to go to a spa, which was euphemistically called "Idols should be delicate".

"I don't want to do it, I want to go back to the hotel and sleep."

"You can sleep here too. I checked that the spa here is very famous."

But how is it possible to sleep?

Two salted fish lay on the massage table and were slaughtered.

Park Jimin wailed, Song Zechen wanted to laugh again but was afraid that opening his mouth would also be a painful wail.

"What did the masseuse say?" Park Jimin couldn't understand what the masseuse said.

Song Zechen calmed down and said, "It doesn't hurt at first, but it's because our muscles have been damaged so much that it's so uncomfortable."

"Oh, there's no other way, that's what happens in dance practice, and we practice a lot."

"Brother, stay in the practice room and go out more to find friends."

"I'm much better than before debut, okay?" Park Jimin retorted, compared to being called a "practice bug" before his debut, he has socialized a lot more.

"It's you, you should go out."

The intensity of Song Zechen's dance practice made Park Jimin sigh. When he didn't come back, he always filled his time. The production room and the practice room are two points one line.

"When I get tired from writing songs, I go to dance and do some activities. It's a scientific combination of work and rest." Song Zechen opened his eyes and said nonsense, and couldn't help but let out a cry of pain and slap his face in the next second.

"Hehe." Park Jimin sneered.

Song Zechen turned his head and pretended not to hear.

After the long massage, the two of them randomly found a corner to sit down and rest.

"Zechen, let me pull you back into the group."

I was busy playing and forgot about it before, but now Park Jimin remembered that the group exploded, seeing Song Zechen not coming back, he thought he was angry, and went mad at himself.

"Ah, no need, they have invited me, and I can go in if I agree." Song Zechen clicked on the chat page, and clicked on the invitation next to Jin Shuozhen at the top.

After returning to the group chat again, Song Zechen looked at the familiar portraits with mixed emotions. He thought about what to add to the group business card for a long time, and finally typed "I'm a little angry" to express his attitude and mood. The key point is to hope that someone will apologize. consciousness.

#I am a little angry: Hello everyone.

A handsome man going international: Zechen, when will you come back?

I ate strawberries today: Zechen remember to bring me special products!

I didn't eat six barrels of instant noodles: Ze, I'm coming back soon, you should come back soon too!

I ate strawberries today: Jiminy can pay for special products.

It’s no longer a dumpling who has never seen the sea: you think beautifully!

The Light of Life Basel roar: I miss you all.

I was a little angry: Brother, I miss you too.

The baby bear is very cute: Have you seen the little flower crab? #

The first day back to the group was enjoyable.

Song Zechen was very satisfied.

#dangerousman: Does any of you know where my coffee beans went?

The handsome man going international: I didn't see it?Ask Zechen?Zechen had cleaned the kitchen before. #

Park Jimin swears that he saw Song Zechen's eyes light up with his own eyes, which can roughly be described as the spark of a battle.

Song Zechen crackled and started typing:

#I am a little angry: You beg me, you beg me, I will tell you. #

Messages popped up one after another:

#dangerousman: Who are you? #

Park Jimin and Song Zechen gasped at the same time, Song Zechen was angry, and Park Jimin was scared, because at this moment Song Zechen looked as if he might climb over the network cable to hit someone at any time.

#dangerousman: Where is it?I'm sleepy, tell me quickly.

I was a little angry: you beg me, I will tell you if you beg me.

Dangerous Man: Are you really not going to tell?

I was a little angry: you beg me, I will tell you if you beg me.

Dangerous Men: One last time I ask?

I was a little angry: you beg me, I will tell you if you beg me.

Dangerous Man: Are you a repeater? #

Park Jimin silently held the phone away from Song Zechen, who was gnashing his teeth, and started chatting privately with Kim Tae-jung. The group is now a battleground for these two people. Most people dare not join. Suddenly, Kim Tae-jung sent a message, "Go and see the group chat!" .

Park Jimin opened in surprise, the latest news is a transparent box that says "I'm a little angry and have quit the group".

He looked up, and Song Zechen was still holding the phone, with a frozen expression on his face. He knew that he hadn't quit the group automatically, and he knew that he was removed from the group chat by the group leader again.

"Ze Chen." Park Jimin said carefully.

"When are we going back to Korea?"

Song Zechen, who had a stiff face, suddenly showed a gentle and peaceful smile, the long-lost Buddha radiance, the standard eight teeth, and a stylized smile, but Park Jimin just imagined the flash flood behind him, the heavy rain, the tiger Yuelong Teng's murderous aura was surging.

"Hurry up."

Park Jimin smiled back in embarrassment.

Brother Yunqi, I think you might really be in danger.