[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Early in the morning, Song Zechen procured a few hard-boiled eggs from the hotel kitchen to help Jin Taixi reduce the swelling.

Jin Taixi cried all night, his temples were throbbing and painful along with the tendons in his brain, his eyes were almost swollen when he woke up, and he couldn't open them.At this moment, he was closing his eyes, carefully rolling the eggs around his eye sockets.

"Thank you." Jin Taiyi's voice was hoarse, which was caused by crying too much last night.

"It's okay." Song Zechen carefully peeled the eggshell, his voice was a little hoarse, "We're going back to China today."

"Yeah." Kim Tae-young responded lightly.

"Do you want to ask for leave?" Song Zechen probed.

"Yeah." Jin Tae-yi didn't have the strength to say anything else for the time being.

"Don't tell everyone about this. In the past few days, everyone has finally become happier, and sad when there is no need." Kim Tae-joo repeated what he said yesterday.

"it is good."

Song Zechen rubbed his temple with his thumb, hoping to relieve his discomfort.

"If you want to hide it from the company, the company won't tell the other members. But there are two people, one is Brother Jimin who spends time with you and may know about it, and the other is Brother Nan Jun who is the captain and will hear about it to some extent."

Jin Taiyi held up a small mirror to look closely at his eyelids:

"I can still see a little bit, but it won't go away."

"It's okay to wear a mask and a hat to block it."

After peeling the last egg, Song Zechen got up from the bed: "I'm leaving, they should wake up by now, you should pack your luggage first."

Back in the room, Park Jimin and Tian Zhengguo had already woken up.

"Brother Jimin, go back."

"okay."

After Park Jimin left, Tian Zhengguo asked while packing his luggage, "What did you say to Brother Taiyi last night?"

"I talked about some songs." Song Zechen was vague.

"Oh." Tian Zhengguo didn't think too much about it.

All I need to do is sleep on the plane and go back to Korea.

Jin Taiyi returned to Daegu alone, and Song Zechen took time to go back to his home.

I carried a bunch of gadgets brought back from abroad in large and small bags. Although I knew that it might not be very useful to the elderly, I was grateful for it.

The sun was just right, and the two moved a tea set to the stone table in the courtyard.

"Brother Tai's 'grandmother' passed away." Song Zechen had the desire to confide in the process of being bored waiting for tea.

The old man squinted his eyes and seemed to search for the memory of the name in his mind, and after a while he suddenly realized: "It's that child."

"Going well?"

"What?" Song Zechen didn't understand.

The old man smiled and said nothing.

"Brother Taiyi has always felt a pity that he didn't let his "grandma" "grandma" see him succeed in making idols."

Seeing the old man's reaction like this, Song Zechen continued.

In fact, this is also Song Zechen's regret.

"That may be his regret, not necessarily his grandma's regret."

"Where there are so many greedy people who want their children to be successful, just be safe."

"The biggest regret is probably that the schedule is too busy and I can't see people often."

Song Zechen raised his eyes, thinking seriously about every word of his grandfather. The person opposite him had gray hair and no black hair, as if he had aged a little in the days when he was not with him.

"Actually, if we old people have no obsessions, it is a good thing to leave when we are old. Although it is selfish to other people, it is very happy for people of our age, and we don't have to endure illness and loneliness anymore."

End of life.

Sometimes it may be more complete than the parties imagined.

Song Zechen opened his mouth, his heart was blocked, he muttered in a muffled voice: "Can't you spend more time with me?"

Who knew that the old man patted his shoulder and laughed after hearing this sentence, and sighed:

"The longer we live, the younger we, Zechen."

"I never acted like a baby before, and I never expressed what I wanted very much. I remember that when you were young, you liked the dolls in a store. Every day when you passed by on the way to school, you would look at them several times, but you just didn't say anything. Then the doll was bought and you secretly felt uncomfortable for several days."

"Now I know how to express myself."

"pretty good."

Song Zechen quickly drank the tea that had been set aside for a while, and the tone of his grandfather's memories always made him have the illusion of losing the next second: "Whether it can satisfy my selfishness or not is really important."

"Of course it's OK, Zechen. I can't guarantee anything, but I can confirm the present. I also hope that I can live longer and spend more time with you." Grandpa pushed him another cup of tea, "So don't worry, take your time." Let's drink tea."

Song Zechen took it respectfully, sipped it, and lowered his eyes, hoping that time would pass as slowly as he drank tea.

September 9th is Kim Nam Joon's birthday.

After eating the cake and listening to the members' birthday wishes, Jin Nanjun decided to take a night off and turn on the computer to watch "Friends". It can relax and learn English. The company's planning is paying more and more attention to the European and American markets. Song Zechen's English is good, and he can communicate with others. Others are still limited to a few simple sentences, and the burden on his shoulders is even heavier.

"Brother." Song Zechen knocked on the door, "I'm posting a song."

Jin Nanjun laughed. He had waited for Song Zechen’s birthday song all day when he was celebrating his birthday, but Song Zechen had been gritting his teeth and struggling with the thesis assigned by his professor all day long. It wasn’t until Park Jimin whispered something to him that Song Zechen exclaimed, Sitting up in shock while dying, he hurried back to the room to fiddle.

"Let's go, I'll listen and give you feedback on the spot."

Jin Nanjun found out his mobile phone and earphones, expecting and wondering in his heart that Song Zechen was so generous this time, got up and dragged Song Zechen to the balcony.

It started with the sound of the wind, and Jin Nanjun raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. If Song Zechen could add color to every song he sent them, then this time it was probably the deep blue of the starry sky.

"The bard wanders about

Every person tells one story after another that tastes like wine

It's a pity that many people can't understand the words of the poet

long story

the story is short

you are not necessarily lonely

I swear by the stars of all ages

The years are long, but I smile at you ahead"

"The lyrics this time are not nasty at all."

Song Zechen was extraordinarily frank, so he could stand in front of Jin Nanjun and accept the reaction of the person involved. In the past, he usually hid himself, so why did he come into contact with the song giver so early.

Jin Nanjun listened to the soft and ethereal music in the earphones, and at the same time listened to Song Zechen's words. Seeing that Song Zechen was still standing upright, he couldn't help laughing, pretending to be regretful:

"Oh, sure enough, the most disgusting thing is given to the maknae."

Song Zechen "touched" his nose: "Actually, there is no difference, okay! It's just that I can't help but talk about the truth when I meet my brother."

"Okay, okay, I know, the recent state has made you worry." Jin Nanjun's voice was gentle, but he was still moved. There was no confession in his words, but he could feel the sincerity of this person.

"Brother also knows that my state is worrying." Song Zechen muttered from his throat.

"Zechen, I'm fighting against this loneliness very hard, you have to give me some time."

Jin Nanjun looked at the night sky. There are very few stars at night in Seoul. Today, a few unexpectedly appeared. Not many, but it is also worthy of surprise.

"Brother, I'm not qualified to urge you." Song Zechen lay on the railing, saving his energy and talking with his eyes closed.

"I am willing to wait, we are all willing to wait."

"Sometimes I always recall how you looked like an elementary school student with a puckered head and a thick brain when I first met you, but you were like an elementary school student with a puckered mouth and a pensive face."

"cute."

"But brother insists that he is a 'sexy' man."

Song Zechen recalled the first oolong he met, his eyes closed unsteadily, and he bent over.

"When you praise someone, you use cuteness."

"Cute is an advanced adjective."

"Sexy is it!" The two looked at each other and smiled.

"At that time we were still young, you were not as tall as you are now, Yunqi brother was still the longest in the team, what we struggled with every day was today's dance and couldn't remember to write a song, and Fang pdnim sent him back. What do we do? Whether I can debut or not, now that I think about it, it’s a very simple worry.”

Jin Nanjun's thoughts also returned to the past.

He has complained loudly about the life of trainees, but now that he thinks about it, he was much happier back then.

Song Zechen didn't speak, he opened his eyes and looked at the Wanjia lights outside.

"Maybe after a long time, I will also feel that today's distress is not distress."

"But I'm really distressed now." Jin Nanjun was still talking.

The ridicule from the outside world and the pressure from the inside all piled on him, making him out of breath.

"Then wait until ten years from now and ask yourself."

"But as humans, we always feel that the present is not happy, only the future and the past are happy, and then the days are wasted in unhappiness." Song Zechen's tone was regretful.

"Our Zechen is becoming more and more able to speak the truth." Jin Nanjun smiled wryly after hearing this.

Song Zechen took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jin Nanjun, it was densely packed with small characters.

"What is this?" Jin Nanjun recognized the word "sexy" in English, Korean, and Japanese.

"birthday present."

"The whole story is "sexy", in various languages, satisfying my love for "sexy"."

Jin Nanjun couldn't laugh or cry about this gift: "You are so busy with your studies that you have time to write these."

"Just write when you're bored. I hope I can stick this piece of paper on the door to motivate myself."

Song Zechen ran the train with his mouth full, and patted Jin Nanjun on the back: "Okay, I'm leaving."

After walking a few steps, he turned back: "The figure I gave you is in your room."

Jin Nanjun smiled and waved his hand to signal him to go quickly, spread out the paper and carefully read the so-called "sexy" whole article. If you look carefully, there are actually a lot of miscellaneous content, such as a few small flower crabs and a few stars.

Suddenly he felt that there was something wrong with the word in the middle. Jin Nanjun sneered and shook his head helplessly. When he connected it, it was clearly "cute" in Chinese. Song Zechen had written many times to praise Chinese ARMYs, so he remembered it over time. up.

what the hell.

Jin Nanjun walked back to the room, after hesitating for a while, he decided to stick this piece of paper on the wall.

cute.

Jin Nanjun poked his dimple and reluctantly accepted.

But what he doesn't know is that Chinese can have many connotations.

Cute is not just cute,

Still worthoflove.

But it doesn't matter, the years are so long, he must have a lot of opportunities and time to finally understand.