[Entertainment] Chen Guang

November is the beginning of winter, and the first snow in Seoul usually begins in this month.

When it first snowed, Song Zechen was at his grandfather's house, lying on the window to watch the grass and trees in the yard stained with snow, which was something he liked since he was a child.

"It's going to be winter again." The old man grabbed the chess record and looked at the rare and childish Song Zechen with his reading glasses.

"My favorite winter is here."

Song Zechen pushed open the window and let the crystals melt in his hands.The cold wind made people's faces hurt, and worried that the old man's body would not be able to bear it, he quickly closed it, turned around and sat opposite the old man.

"You will be busy again at the end of the year."

The end of each year is the annual program of each TV station, and of course their combination will not miss it.

"I will come back to watch some time, and your grandson is on TV, you can watch me more on TV." Song Zechen heard the reluctance in the old man's words, and hoped to fill his gap with the ramblings at the moment lonely.

"If the director is willing to give me a few more shots, instead of always filming the scene and lighting."

"I will still play the violin in Hong Kong this time. I have practiced for a long time, and I am afraid that my violin skills have deteriorated too much. Alan must be very angry when he saw that clip."

He picked up a sunspot on the chessboard and placed it in a random position. He didn't think carefully about where to place the piece as before, but had a bit more leisurely walk around.

"It seems that I have been in a good mood recently."

A child who is brought up by himself can get a glimpse of his emotions from any detail.

Song Zechen's eyes were about to ooze honey: "The brother of the group is in a much better state, and many fans say that they have found their way after being encouraged. I am so happy."

"Very good, keep it up."

The old man smiled and swallowed Song Zechen's sunspots with white pieces.

"Ah, I made a mistake." Song Zechen exclaimed, realizing how casual the step he just took was.

"No regrets." The old man reminded.

"Okay then." Song Zechen was in a good mood so that he could ignore the paranoid winning or losing that he had once been entangled in, and smiled while pinching his jade sunspot.

Seeing him in such a mood, the old man felt more at ease. He knew better than anyone else how difficult and rare it was for his own children to be able to do this.

A text message came into Song Zechen's cell phone, Min Yunqi's message: "Bring me some fried chicken on the way back."

"Why. Wouldn't it be very shameless for you to take me with you if you asked me to take me with you?"

Song Zechen knew that Min Yunqi was in good condition these few days, so he thought of joking.

"Because I want to drink beer with you."

Min Yunqi's reply came in quickly.

Song Zechen didn't expect Min Yunqi to become so blunt, scratching his head, he couldn't say a word of what he had thought up just now, and finally choked out a sentence.

"OK then."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

When Song Zechen saw this answer, he felt goosebumps uncomfortably, and seriously doubted whether the psychiatrist had taught this man how to pick up girls during his psychological counseling.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving first." Song Zechen equipped his scarf, gloves and hat, jumped down the steps and waved vigorously with the old man into the wind and snow.

After running for a few steps, he came back and gave the old man an unexpected hug: "I love you."

"Doctors need to learn how to express." Song Zechen explained to the astonished old man with a shy yet bright smile, jumping away like a deer in embarrassment, "I really have to leave, I will miss you."

The old man stood in front of the window with an endless smile and watched his back gradually condense into a small black spot, always feeling a sense of loss.

In early December, the mama awards ceremony went from South Korea to Japan to Hong Kong.

Tian Zhengguo and Jin Shuozhen clamored to eat mutton skewers as soon as they came. Song Zechen has always disliked the smell of oily smoke and mutton from barbecue, so he naturally rejected their invitation to travel together.

"Ah Ze, you can go with me." Tian Zhengguo took Song Zechen's hand and acted like a baby.

Song Zechen, who was exhausted from the long journey and couldn't stand the hard-hearted Song Zechen, refused straight away: "I won't go."

"Why?" Tian Zhengguo's tenderness offensive was rarely defeated by Song Zechen, and he begged again without giving up.

"I'm very tired, and I'm afraid I'll spit it out if I smell that smell." Song Zechen is very aware of his physical condition. He was suddenly a little airsick and was crowded at the airport. He needs to rest now, otherwise he will not be able to perform at his best on the stage tomorrow. .

"Alright then." Tian Zhengguo had no choice but to give up.

As a result, after Tian Zhengguo came back excitedly, he was sad to find that Song Zechen suddenly pulled away from him. When he got a little closer, Song Zechen got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to retch.

"Zechen won't be pregnant, right?" Jin Taejin's little head is also filled with amazing things today.

Song Zechen rolled his eyes at him, wiped off the drops of water on his face, his lips were so dry that they peeled off, he licked it and climbed back to the bed weakly.

"Zechen, I will definitely take good care of our children, don't worry." Kim Tae-jin's acting soul, which had nowhere to rest, was burning brightly.

"Ah Ze lives with me every day, and if he wants to conceive, he will conceive me." Tian Zhengguo's brain twitched and he was taken astray.

Song Zechen grabbed the pillow beside the bed and threw it at the two brothers: "Get the hell out of here, if my child has a father like you, he will definitely hate me."

"Then who do you want to be your father?" The two said in unison.

Only then did Song Zechen sadly realize that his mind had also drifted to the Mariana Trench.

On the second day, after a night's rest, Song Zechen regained his energy.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Jin Nanjun came to confirm.

"It's not uncomfortable anymore." Song Zechen made a gesture of Superman.

Of course, you can't let go of the opportunity to make trouble on the biggest occasion.

The company arranged for them a separate part for a few people. Park Jimin's "Lie" and Jung Ho-seok's "BoyMeetsEvil" will be shown in the form of dance, and Tian Zhengguo has been hanging there tragically.

During the rehearsal, Song Zechen watched his younger brother's movements worriedly. After all, the child had always had a back injury before, and even after taking protective measures, he was still worried. After hanging up for a while, Song Zechen wanted to urge the staff to put Tian Zhengguo down, but this is not He didn't dare to go too far in the company's situation.

As soon as Tian Zhengguo was put down, he hurried forward: "How is it?"

"It's okay." Tian Zhengguo waved his hand.

"At that time, it will be hung on it for a longer time. I told the company to let me replace you, and they refused."

"You can play the violin instead of me, but I can't play the violin instead of you." Tian Zhengguo looked at Song Zechen, who had a short-circuited brain, with a funny face. He played a part of the violin alone, and it was said that he had carefully arranged music for it alone.

"Is there any old Chinese doctor in Hong Kong who knows acupuncture and massage? Let's take the opportunity to find a reliable one after the performance." Song Zechen would turn into an old lady and talk non-stop when encountering such things about health.

Tian Zhengguo, who originally wanted to refuse, had a flash of inspiration, and his brain quickly connected. Going to see a doctor of medicine is like being alone, or a world of two people.

Thinking of this, Tian Zhengguo readily agreed: "Okay! Then we've agreed!"

Song Zechen, who fell into the pit without realizing it, didn't know why, and was even happy with his brother's obedience: "Okay, I'll go back and find out."

Kim Seok-jin and Kim Tae-joon's acting skills are probably the most exciting part, whether it is about to stir the hearts of the audience at the scene, or the hearts of the onlookers during the rehearsal.

Song Zechen lost his mind and started booing with Park Jimin and Tian Zhengguo.

When Jin Shuozhen was covered with his eyes, they roared ghostly.

When Jin Tae-joo gave a wicked smile, they screamed ghostly.

The whole venue echoed their howling and howling.

"Brother Tai's expression is worthy of someone who has acted before." Tian Zhengguo sighed in admiration.

"Brother Seokjin looks like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered." Park Jimin clapped his hands and applauded.

Song Zechen kept uttering modal particles, and words could no longer express the shock in his heart.

Min Yunqi adjusted the microphone and mocked: "A straight man who has never seen the world."

Without turning his head, Song Zechen grabbed Zheng Haoxi who was at the side: "Brother Haoxi, Brother Yunqi said that I am a straight man who has never seen the world. Then do you think he has seen the world or is he not a straight man?"

Zheng Haoxi is helpless: You, Brother Haoxi, still feel that there is something wrong with both of you.

"I think Zechen is really a little excited that he has never seen the world." After negotiating with the staff, Jin Nanjun approached to join the discussion, and smiled at the childish Song Zechen over there.

"As far as you have seen the world, if you let Zechen see the things in your hard drive, try."

As soon as Zheng Haoxi came up with such a topic, the first-level alarm in his heart would sound, and he habitually reminded himself of his relatives who might lose the chain in this regard at any time.

Zheng Haoxi is probably the only one in the team who still thinks Song Zechen is innocent and lovely. Jin Nanjun can't bear to expose the fact that Silly Baitian's relative is actually a silly Baitian, so he shakes his head pretentiously and leaves.

After following them, Song Zechen jumped in front of Zheng Haoxi: "Brother's solo is so cool, it's amazing!"

Thumbs up while complimenting.

No one can refuse a good-looking child's extremely earnest praise, Zheng Haoxi smiled in a heart shape, and said modestly on the surface: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Song Zechen replied with certainty and firmness. This person always has a kind of magical power that can make people happy. When he is watching, it seems that he can only see you in the whole world.

Although Zheng Haoxi knew that perhaps this was just his own illusion, he was still willing to indulge in it even if it was an illusion and refused to wake up.

"We are Zechen." Zheng Haoxi sighed and said his name in a helpless tone.

"What's wrong?" Song Zechen didn't seem to understand.

Just as Zheng Haoxi was about to speak, Min Yunqi interposed between the two: "Stop cross-eying, I told you to go to the rehearsal."

"My eyes are so pretty, how can you say they are cross-eyed." Song Zechen's attention was drawn away by Min Yunqi, and he followed his footsteps angrily.

Zheng Haoxi stopped in place for a moment, swallowed all the words he hadn't said yet, and shook his head quietly with a smile.