[Entertainment] Chen Guang

There was a knock on the door.

Song Zechen opened the door of the studio with bare feet, and Min Yunqi's hand, which was about to knock outside the door, stopped awkwardly.

Song Zechen had just moved the quilt to the production room and barely slept on the small sofa. He was just woken up and his eyes were half-closed, and his double eyelids were particularly obvious.

"I thought you were staying up late at this time." Min Yunqi felt guilty about his behavior of visiting at one o'clock in the morning.

"Come in." Song Zechen took a step back, crawled back into the bed of the sofa, rubbed his bangs up, and calmly told Min Yunqi, "Give me a few minutes to wake up."

Then he began to stare blankly and calmly.

Min Yunqi wanted to shrink himself back in embarrassment, it is an unforgivable crime to disturb someone's dream, even if he knew that Song Zechen would not lose his temper.

"Okay, I'm awake." Song Zechen moved closer to the sofa, leaving a large space, and asked Min Yunqi with his eyes if he wanted to sit beside him or in a chair.

Min Yunqi approached Song Zechen, and handed him a can of fruit juice flatteringly.

"I just woke up and have no appetite." Song Zechen took it and put it beside the sofa.

"Oh." Min Yunqi sat on the sofa and covered Song Zechen's quilt over himself, and decided to get straight to the point when he was mentally prepared.

"Zhengguo told us."

That day the maknae directly pushed him and Jin Suozhen's room away, crying out of breath, which startled them both, and it took a lot of effort for them to understand the whole story in the maknae's topsy-turvy narration .

Song Zechen guessed his intention from the moment Min Yunqi found him, and smiled clearly at this moment: "He must have been frightened."

"Suddenly introduced myself in a bad tone, and the words I said were not very nice."

"Is he all right?"

"It's okay, Brother Shuozhen went to chat with him."

The two longest members of the team have a clear division of labor, and one person is responsible for one.

"Ah."

Min Yunqi pulled Song Zechen's quilt on his body again.

"Why are you talking so seriously?"

"It seems that you and I have a very tit-for-tat relationship. Zhengguo thinks that our music philosophy does not match the relationship within the team and weeping loudly."

Min Yunqi recalled how Tian Zhengguo cried even more fiercely when he talked about "Aren't Ah Ze and his brothers close", and he was a little bit dumbfounded.

"I'm a little angry, so my words are a little bit exaggerated." Song Zechen got up, put on a coat and sat back.

"Besides, isn't it because of me that we don't talk about music?" Min Yunqi said casually but firmly, staring at Song Zechen's fair side face, slowly lost his mind, and whispered softly, "Song Zechen, you really know how to judge people. vegetable."

When I first joined the company, there were so many people who hit it off at first sight. My first impression of Song Zechen was that he was younger than himself but was valued by the company. The competitive psychology of playing, there is a perception of meeting your opponent.

Mingming thought he didn't reveal it very clearly, but he knew that when Zheng Haoxi came to ask him for music lessons, he asked half-jokingly and half-sincerely, didn't Song Zechen come to ask him what he was doing?As a result, Zheng Haoxi's answer stunned him for a long time, and he said, "Zechen said that if Brother Haoxi consults Brother Yunqi, he must look for Brother Yunqi alone. Respect for Music".

Only then did he understand that all his hidden thoughts were unsurprisingly seen through. While laughing at himself, he couldn't help wondering whether his transparent heart was a natural gift or an acquired caution.

Song Zechen raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"I heard from Alan that you are under a lot of pressure. When did it start?"

"About the end of the year? In fact, aren't we all under a lot of pressure? It's just that I don't show it very much. Once I show it, it's like I'm making a mess now."

"I didn't stab the basket, don't worry."

"We care more about your pressure than others. You also know that some sickness in our industry is always with us."

Min Yunqi spoke vaguely, afraid of touching Song Zechen's minefield.

"Are you worried about my mental state? There's no need. I've pretended for so many years that I haven't failed. I'll live with a gentle and polite mask for the rest of my life."

Song Zechen answered calmly, and his heart healed itself without any gaps.

Min Yunqi stared at Song Zechen for a long time and exhausted all his brainwaves and understanding of Song Zechen. Although he felt a little frustrated, he understood that his purpose of persuasion could be discarded.

"This is why Zhengguo feels that he can't see you clearly. You like to hide everything. Your heart is so strong that you can't attack it. You don't make people around you feel needy. I thought you were going to collapse several times and you held on. Looking at you from time to time, you will think that my depression is too disappointing."

Crying children have sweets to eat has never been the same truth.

"What's the comparison? Depression is not a cold, nor is it an emotion that can be controlled and controlled. It's an unhappy substance secreted in the brain. Besides, my brother is also very hard."

Song Zechen retorted very seriously.

"I was just joking." Min Yunqi shrugged.

Now that the original purpose of the trip was gone, his shoulders relaxed a lot, and he planned to start chatting.

"Zhengguo didn't see it very clearly when he was young, but you and Brother Shuozhen had a vague perception of my original disposition."

"especially you."

Song Zechen turned his head and smiled slyly: "Zhengguo likes to explore cause and effect, but there are some things that can be explained clearly in one, two, three, four points."

"Like my relationship with you."

Min Yunqi also put on a smile: "When Zhengguo asked me if I was close to you, I was stunned for a long time thinking whether we are close or not?"

When they met, both sides were alert and cautious, and even hated each other's darkness, for fear of being dragged down by each other, wishing to hide far away.

"To be honest, I don't think we will be very close. According to your personality, you will choose someone who is really gentle, kind and non-aggressive to be your friend. I guessed right, you like Brother Haoxi very much."

"And I'm not in your friendship range."

"Perhaps." Min Yunqi answered the previous question and opened another topic.

"I gave you a note before." He seemed a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said in Song Zechen's doubts, "I call you Little Immortal."

It's too perfect to be like a real person, but God probably spent too much effort in creating it, so that he has no energy to arrange a smooth life for his darling.

Song Zechen wasn't embarrassed after hearing it. He had heard many similar comments, although it still felt different when it came from Min Yunqi's mouth.

"A lot of people have said that."

"They praised me for my politeness and my good-looking attitude. I always see a kind of ridicule and guilt in these remarks."

"My mentality is based on the fact that I am at a high place, so I can stand at the highest point of morality and naturally display the so-called empathy. If I fall into the bottom, then everything is a joke. I can't say those great truths anymore. Anxiously want to hide alone, so as to reduce the effort of camouflage."

"After pretending for a long time, it becomes a part of myself. Anyway, I haven't done anything bad, and I plan to continue living like this."

Song Zechen smiled slightly.

"I'm not a god, in fact, I'm just an annoying fake mortal."

After talking so much, he felt thirsty, bent down and picked up the bottle of juice that Min Yunqi gave him, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

"I think the little bit of closeness we had would have been diminished by your dissecting ego."

Min Yunqi's half body was tilted, propping his head, "Isn't it? Too sober and easy to alienate."

"You and Zhengguo confessed because you were too close, so you tried to tear your own skin. If he fails the test, of course you will still treat him as a younger brother, but he will always be a younger brother, and there will be no possibility of soulmate."

Min Yunqi frowned in distress, and went back to the previous topic.

"what about me?"

"Shall we tear off the disguise nakedly and stop the relationship of cooperation and competition forever?"

Song Zechen had a half-smile, "It's possible that our relationship wasn't very good."

"Then it's too bad for me to come here." Min Yunqi exaggeratedly shook his head and sighed, "Same bed, different dreams, same bed, different dreams."

"We, Min Tiancai, condescended to use my small studio sofa as a bed. I feel really guilty, so we should have different beds and different dreams."

"Min Yunqi and Song Zechen BE." Min Yunqi used the vocabulary of the fan circle in a decent manner.

Song Zechen's smile widened little by little: "Have we ever had sex? Brother doesn't like me very much, right? If you like it, you also like my mask?"

After all, the mask perfectly fits Min Yunqi's social circle, and also perfectly fits the persona and appellation of "fairy".

Min Yunqi stared at Song Zechen's face without offense. As he got older, he showed more edges and corners and unconsciously leaked evil spirits. There was an indescribable danger, which occasionally showed unceasingly from the arc of his eyebrows and eyes.

"But I still think you are a fairy."

He paused for a moment.

"Even if it's your mask, but we are human beings, and gods are also human beings. Even if the belt and meat are smashed into bones and tendons, you still say that it is a part of your body, so I will stubbornly only look at that part of you." That's right."

Min Yunqi stammered nonsense.

"That's right." Song Zechen affirmed.

"So from this aspect, I think I still like you very much."

Min Yunqi didn't know why his words were distorted, maybe there was an introduction to the flames from the statement that he and Song Zechen were not intimate, but he bit the bullet and continued paranoidly, ignoring Song Zechen's subtle smile and racking his brains to justify his explanation.

Or make excuses for yourself.

"If you feel uncomfortable because of our honesty, you can choose to forget, anyway, I only like that part of you."

Min Yunqi thought it was funny when he said this.

After deleting, deleting and deleting, it is actually repeating a sentence upside down: I like you.

The time he met him was not very appropriate, and they looked at each other for a long time.

How could he not know what kind of ghost Song Zechen looked like.

Just as ordinary as him, in some respects extremely strong self-esteem, full of arrogance and coldness, but Song Zechen is more able to pretend than him.

So he had long accepted Song Zechen, who was not perfect.

But he couldn't tell Song Zechen honestly, "In fact, I like you very much", he always felt that if he said it, he would bow his head to him, and he could almost imagine Song Zechen's raised eyebrows.

What seems unnecessary to outsiders is necessary in their eyes.So now I lie and say that I only like his painted skin and reserve the right to speak.

Min Yunqi sighed at this point, somewhat understanding why Song Zechen wanted to go back to the beginning and change the way he got along with himself.

"Anyway, I like you quite a bit." He said vaguely.

It's "I like it very much" not "I like it very much", trying to earn some face for myself.

Peeped at the tip of the iceberg of this person early, and looked at the flowers vaguely in the mist.Grasping a point and zooming in will lift the whole person to the altar.

Never underestimate the power of Aiwujiwu.

It doesn't matter if you are a real fairy or a fake fairy.

But for me, I am still a little fairy, and adding a prefix is ​​the biggest difference between you and others.

"Okay, I know." Song Zechen's eyes were bent into two crescent moons, his upper body was straightened, and his pajamas fell loosely on his body, making him look like he had a special temperament between a teenager and a young man.

"You like me very much."

"Reward you with a glass of juice."

He lightly screwed on the bottle cap and threw the bottle into the arms of Min Yunqi, who was in a panic.