[Entertainment] Chen Guang

As soon as the door opened, a group of black shadows rushed to Song Zechen's feet with lightning speed.

Song Zechen's first reaction was to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Jin Nanjun patted him on the shoulder with a smile, took the balloon and left without any concern, without any brotherhood at all.

Song Zechen's second reaction was to jump back a step, but the black shadow immediately rubbed against his trouser leg again.

He stuck to the door frame with no way out, and asked the black shadow helplessly, "Where's your dad? Go find your dad."

Heiying whimpered a few times and refused to leave, Song Zechen scratched his hair frantically: "Where are the other uncles? I beg you, go find other uncles!"

Jin Taiyi heard the sound and came out to save Song Zechen's predicament, he picked up Hei Ying and walked to the sofa to sit down.

"Jintan, your uncle Zechen doesn't like you as much as you don't like me, why do you keep looking for him, why are you so stupid?"

Jin Taiyi hugged Jintan and loudly ignored Song Zechen and complained loudly, but pointed at the object brightly.

Song Zechen sneered while holding the water glass.

So far, he has had conflicts with this dog named Jintan.

Song Zechen has never raised small animals, nor is he interested in raising them.He has always felt that it is difficult enough to support himself, and that animals are a responsibility. Since he cannot be sure that he can bear it, it is better not to do it.

When Jin Taiyi picked up this puppy from the scrap yard and announced that he would keep it at home, Song Zechen shrugged and said it didn't matter, and only asked him not to let it dirty his things.When others were teasing it, he walked around it from a distance, watching it with a smile.Moreover, he is busy with his studies, so he usually locks the door of the room after eating.

But the more he is afraid of something, the more he is afraid of something, except that his father, Jin Tan, has an inexplicable attachment to Song Zechen, always loves to drill into his and Tian Zhengguo's room, but every time he can always find out exactly which one belongs to Song Zechen.

In just half a month, Song Zechen experienced such things as scrapped sheets, broken clothes, overturned desk lamps, and scratches on the desk.The rest of the people, represented by Kim Tae-joo, looked on gloatingly and waved their flags to cheer.

So every time Song Zechen returns home, he has to selectively ignore the black shadow that is closely following him with small steps. I heard that animals are sensitive to emotional perception. When you get back to your room, close the door immediately.But Gouzi became a spirit and even knew how to ambush Tian Zhengguo and enter the city to find Song Zechen to make trouble. He felt that his young face had several wrinkles.

And he can beat a man, but not a dog.

When he came back from the first exam and fell asleep, he didn't forget to tell Tian Zhengguo to remember to close the door before going to bed at night so that Jin Tan wouldn't sneak in.

As a result, when I opened the closet early the next morning, in the morning light, it stood majestically on Song Zechen's pile of folded clothes, its fluffy hair shaking in the wind, and his pile of white T-shirts was stained with pale yellow unknown. liquid.

Song Zechen's legs softened, and he knelt down with a plop.

"Brother, you don't know how many things it has destroyed, are you going to pay for it?" Song Zechen closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

"Oh, he's only one year old, what do you care about with him?" Jin Taixi kissed the top of the dog's head affectionately: Baby, you can actually cure Song Zechen, and indirectly make your father stand up, that's great, keep up the good work.

"Why didn't you react so much when brother Yun Qi raised Holly?"

"Holly doesn't like me as much as Brother Yunqi does. She is indifferent when she sees me, and Brother Yunqi often takes her back to her hometown."

Hearing this, Tian Zhengguo and Min Yunqi bared their teeth speechlessly at the same time: I'm afraid you haven't seen that dog guarding your side while you sleep.

"Okay, Zechen just finished the exam and let him rest for a few days, you take care of Tanni." Seeing Song Zechen's pale lips, Park Jimin couldn't bear to help him.

Jin Taiyi had a scale in his heart, but the little thing in his arms was about to move towards Song Zechen's, he gently pinched its ears: why are you so unbelievable.

Song Zechen lowered his head and waited for a long time before letting the darkness caused by hypoglycemia pass. He was worried that other people around him would notice something strange and make a fuss, so he went back to the room silently and planned to search for glucose for emergency treatment.

Lying on the bed for a long time, he remembered that the manuscript for the next comeback would be handed over to Jin Nanjun, so he got up and knocked on Jin Nanjun's door.

"Brother, I wrote it, take a look, and tell me if you have any suggestions after reading it?"

Suddenly there was weight on the slippers again, Song Zechen sighed helplessly and deliberately ignored to continue the conversation.

"Ah, okay." Jin Nanjun took it.

The weight suddenly disappeared, and Song Zechen caught a glimpse of it being attracted by something else from the corner of his eye. It seemed that Jin Nanjun pressed the thread on the balloon under the table. .

"What did you say to Fang PDnim before?"

"Brother Tae-joo wrote too cheerfully, and I wrote too sadly, I hope I can synthesize it."

"It's been said that it's spring, of course you will be said that it's like winter..."

The familiar sound of an explosion.

Song Zechen was startled, and immediately bent down to pick up the little ball like he did with the child back then, and it curled up in his arms and whined.

Even though he knew it didn't understand, he gently rubbed it with his fingertips and coaxed softly: "It's okay, it's okay."

Jin Nanjun hurried to Song Zechen's side, watching with concern, and when Song Zechen walked out of the room to find Jin Taechen, he was left alone in the room, his worry dissipated, and he suddenly lost sight of the debris of the balloon.

When Song Zechen walked into Jin Nanjun's room again, the red fragments on the ground had disappeared, and he keenly noticed that there was an extra box on the table.Jin Nanjun sat on the floor with his back against the bed, lost in thought.

Song Zechen sat down cross-legged, and handed him a glass of orange juice: "If you're in a bad mood, drink something sweet."

"Thank you." Jin Nanjun thanked and took it, hesitating for a while, "I broke the balloon you gave me."

"It wasn't you who broke it, it was Tanni who broke it." Song Zechen corrected the subject of his words.

"But if I'm careful..."

As soon as Jin Nanjun finished speaking, he subconsciously turned his head to observe Song Zechen's reaction, but unlike the disappointment or self-deprecating expression he imagined, Song Zechen smiled very warmly this time,

"Let me ask you, the balloon will slowly deflate and finally deflate, what will you do then?"

"I'll put it in a small box and keep it." Jin Nanjun didn't think about it, it seemed like he had already considered it.

"Then now that it's blown up, will you still keep it?"

"Yes, fragments can also be collected."

"If the balloon exploded and left the wreckage, wouldn't it mean that you ended your life early? You don't care about how to collect it, why are you unhappy?"

Jin Nanjun couldn't answer, he just felt aggrieved for no reason, straightened his legs in a broken pot, and said childishly: "I don't care, anyway, I'm very sad."

If you observe carefully, you will find that Song Zechen's attitude at this moment is the same as when coaxing a child or a dog. It is exactly the same calm and full, as if he is telling a fairy tale.

"Were you happy the moment you received the balloon?"

"Yes." Jin Nanjun's thoughts were completely led away by Song Zechen.

"Okay, the gift is for both parties. The intention I want to pass on to you has been fulfilled. Is this the end of the mission of the balloon?"

"The balloon exploded, so I'll just ask for another one."

"But at this time, it's still difficult to understand, because the balloon is not the same one, you can cry and yell at people to vent 'this is not my balloon, I only want that balloon, it is unique'. Then depressed Hold on to the balloon you have now, remember that balloon that exploded for the rest of your life, and maybe write a song about it."

"Hmm." Jin Nanjun was already conceiving the lyrics in his mind, and at the same time he was aware of Song Zechen's attitude, because Song Zechen used the same tone when he read fairy tales to people.

"But it's a little more comfortable than sitting in a chair and blaming yourself for the balloon explosion, right?"

"Hmm." Jin Nanjun could only make syllables inexplicably.

He drank the milk in his hand, and Song Zechen was wearing a warm white cashmere sweater and black trousers. Recently, he was particularly afraid of the cold, even if the room was well-heated, he would dress warmer than others.Jin Nanjun likes Song Zechen at this time very much. This kind of dress will make Song Zechen feel warm, gentle and non-aggressive, like the angel who happened to pass by the stove to keep warm by the fire that he chanted repeatedly in the novels he read.

Although he knew that this metaphor was ridiculously clichéd, he still wanted to praise the person who originally coined the word angel for giving him a template for praise.

"Brother, I can be the one who gave you balloons, and I can also give you balloons."

Song Zechen's eyes seemed to be shining with an orange-yellow light like a flame in a stove, and his voice was wrapped in a honey-like voice.

"But I can only do so much, many people want to be the one who gives you balloons, the rest is up to you..."

Jin Nanjun lowered his head and replied dully through his nasal cavity: "Yes."

He found that when Song Zechen was comforting others, he always emphasized that not only Song Zechen was treating him well, but fortunately many people were also like this.

How should I put it, it's like a child's devotion when he simply meets something he loves, not exclusive love, but trying to add more weight to the other party's balance.Jin Nanjun sometimes feels that the other party has a thorough mind, and also wonders whether he is too sensitive to Song Zechen's uncertainty about his importance. Is Linglong's mind born or acquired?

"I thought you would be angry and ignore me for a long time this time, or never talk to me again."

He smiled and compared the gesture of two fists colliding, which was a gesture of secretly expressing dissatisfaction in the TV series that he and he had watched together.

As a result, they quickly reconciled within half an hour.

Song Zechen quickly stretched out a fist to collide with Jin Nanjunwei's falling fist, then opened his cool palm to gently cover his fist and let go, tilting his head and smiling: "Who knows? It's inexplicable."

The inexplicable emotion is probably the most fascinating part of it.