[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"It will be a bit bad if the matter between you and Zhengguo and the matter between you and your friend are not resolved."

Min Yunqi left such a useless warning before leaving.

"Why should it be a little bad?"

Song Zechen asked questions before closing the door.

"After all, Chinese New Year is coming soon." Min Yunqi was serious.

Problems have to be resolved before the Chinese New Year, and there are many taboos during the Chinese New Year.

A philosophy of life that never changes.

Song Zechen asked Min Yunqi to leave with black lines all over his head, and closed the door with a "bang" to give Min Yunqi a bad nose.

"It's the Chinese New Year and the production room should be cleaned up." Min Yunqi raised his voice and tried to save himself.

Song Zechen didn't bother to pay attention, and got back into bed and slept until early morning. This time, no one disturbed him, he naturally woke up very comfortably.

He went back to the dormitory to wash up, packed his clothes and went out. He had an appointment with Alan.

The taxi stopped in a place far away from the center of Seoul. The place where they learned to play the piano when they were young was turned into a small open park and then abandoned.

Song Zechen occasionally came to sit on the bench a few times when he went out for a drive, but it was the first time to revisit with an old friend.

"Obviously it's completely different, but I still think it's all memories." Alan looked at the surrounding scenery and completely lamented the strangeness of things being different.

"We've known each other for a few years." Song Zechen snapped his fingers, "Ten years?"

"The time we really stayed together was about six years, and then I went to the United States. It was all through the Internet." Alan recalled with a frown.

Wearing a coat, jumping over the puddles of snow, walking up the dilapidated corridor covered with vines.

"Thank you for not letting me lose you as a friend."

Compared with Roy who learned cello later, he met Alan who studied violin with the same teacher earlier.

"When I decided to take the conducting test, you also told me that the principal violinist is the deputy conductor, and the two of us cooperate perfectly and have a pleasant cooperation."

At the same time, Alan and Song Zechen thought of the childish language of the year, with one black eye and the other gray eye, holding the frayed strings full of pride and ambition, and burst out laughing.

"As a result, you liar..." The smile slowly subsided, and Alan's face turned cold.

"The teacher who taught us moved to Europe, otherwise we could visit together. When I went to find someone, she always said that I and you would always stagger when we came to find her, and hoped that we would go together. "

Song Zechen looked away without any guilt.

"If you leave, we can act together." The topic turned around and was brought back again, Alan was unusually persistent.

They finally came across a wooden bench, which wasn't too dirty, so they just dusted it off and sat on it.

Song Zechen flicked a piece of falling snow with his fingers, and his voice was like newly melting ice and snow.

"Everything you said was angry."

"Alan, what can I do if I leave? I can do anything, but I won't go back to play the violin."

"How could such a sensible person like you make such a low-level mistake?"

Song Zechen spoke rationally and earnestly. Regardless of Alan's questioning of him, in fact, his friends must have a certain understanding of the way out of his departure or are unwilling to think too much about it.

"You also know how important this industry is to the accumulation of time. When I was a child, I spent all my time on the violin except for eating, sleeping and studying. When I entered the company, I took half of the time to practice the violin to dance, rap and sing, and then I was ready to debut. Let it collect dust."

"I can't fill up the missing years."

Song Zechen grabbed Alan's hand and put it on his neck.

"What's wrong?" Alan didn't understand the meaning of his action for a while.

"There used to be a cocoon here, which was pinched by the violin stand on the neck, but now you find that you can hardly touch it."

"I still have it on my hand, but it's not so obvious."

He spread out his palm, with clear and gentle palmprints and fingerprints, memories swirled in orbit.

"Although I took the initiative to practice the piano with you every time when I was young, it was still different. You really liked music, but the me at that time was not..."

Song Zechen laughed so much that tears almost rose when he mentioned this place, like a naughty big boy.

"Practice in the piano room together. After practicing for a long time, you don't have to go home and face embarrassing parents. Then after walking out of the piano room with you, I ran to your house to play and then called grandpa under the pretext that it was too late. Can you stay at grandpa's house for one night, because the place where you learn the piano is very close to grandpa's house."

The child is not very smart, but it works carefully, and the long dusk when he comes out of the piano room and passes through the promenade becomes the most exciting moment of his day.After a long period of boredom and loneliness, he has the right to choose intimacy. At that time, his grandma was still alive, filling all his cognition of tenderness, and occasionally having fun with friends was the icing on the cake. For him, it was a sure-fire business.

Alan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this: "I just said why you never bothered practicing the piano?"

From the usual dismissal to the weekend after class, the spare time is filled by the friction process of the strings.No matter how much he loves it, he is sometimes driven crazy by boredom and harshness.But Song Zechen always showed great enthusiasm and patience.

"Yeah, you're not friends with me because you want to go to my house and use me as an excuse?" Alan asked angrily.

"Do you also know that you have been cold-faced and difficult to make friends since you were a child? Why do you care so much about having me as your friend?" Song Zechen smiled brightly.

One thing that the little students in the whole piano room were curious about: Why did Eden make friends with the cold Alan with such a beautiful smile? Although Alan is very beautiful, he looks so scary.

"Is Eden being intimidated by Alan?"

Song Zechen smiled and bent over Alan's suspected black face, "I will never forget what Roy asked me."

"That brat is stupid, do you listen to what he says?" Alan kept his face paralyzed and stubborn, refusing to admit defeat.

Song Zechen's hair was slightly fluttered by the wind, and the winter wind penetrated through the gaps between the vines in the corridor, still chilling.

"I'm different from you, that's why I gave up on the violin so easily."

"It is an object of my life, and I have feelings for it only because it carries what I hope to get."

The story continues, like a violin concerto with variations.

"Later you left, and Roy also left. Although I got my wish and moved into my grandpa's house, my grandma passed away."

When Song Zechen talked about these things, his tone was relaxed, but his heart felt uncomfortable for a moment as if carrying memories.

The few joys in his life spread out in the details, like a dangerous building crumbling through the process of decreasing the hourglass countdown, finally collapsed, leaving only the residual breath of rosin in his hands to remind everything that once existed.

"After learning the piano, there will be nothing worth looking forward to. Its meaning to me will be greatly reduced, so I will simply give up."

"You weren't sad at all when I left, and you told me that you would go to America to find me." Alan murmured softly.

"If you keep you, you won't stay, so you have to be less sad."

"Yeah, after all, you are a man who will only be sad for a week if the crystal ball is bought, and still speak hard."

They tacitly interjected an insignificant incident.

When I was a child, there was a beautiful boutique on the way from school. Through the window glass, there was a crystal ball on the display shelf that could rotate and fall snowflakes, red roses in full bloom, and a piano.

Song Zechen had been staring at it for a long time, and would stop for a while every time after school.

But he didn't have the money to buy it. When he was young, he didn't like his parents and didn't want to ask them for money. If he knew the purpose, he might be rejected.And I am too embarrassed to mention it to my grandparents, I feel that it is enough to bother their elders.

When the crystal ball was bought away, the sound of his piano that day was always dull.

"You know what happened later. I found that dancing is very good. I can forget everything when I move to the music. Because dancing has entered a small company, food and housing are included so that grandpa can not be too burdened. Complete the opportunity to travel the world with grandma when she was young."

"Finally debuted in a muddleheaded way."

Song Zechen took it lightly with one or two strokes.

His essence is to escape, and his life is in sustenance.Looking for sunshine everywhere to bask his dark side so as not to corrode himself, it is the most useful of all his advantages, and he has avoided the possibility of his halfway death by taking pleasure in bitterness.

Song Zechen felt that he was an optimistic pessimist, and a tough enough survivor.

And maybe the price of giving up has the courage to take responsibility when he chooses.

"But I'm really not reconciled." Alan understood what Song Zechen wanted to express, and was silent and dissatisfied.

"When I searched your team and your name, there was no good word. Why do they call you like that?"

Throwing away so many cumbersome reasons is actually because of the most common feelings of friends who are difficult to appease. It is difficult to appease a friend who is slandered.

"I've changed over the years."

"I have harvested a lot of sunshine, and made my dark side a little less, and occasionally have unbridled comfort."

Such a transformation, which included too much sweetness and tenderness that he deserved, and the pure and clear crystal shone light in his heart.

"On my birthday, I received crystal balls from all over the world, and the red roses, snowflakes and pianos that turned into real objects."

"Alan, do you think my giving up is worth it?"

Song Zechen's eyes were filled with snowy light, like the loss and doubts when the crystal ball no longer belonged to him when he was a child.

Alan moved his lips with difficulty, and gently put his hand on the back of Song Zechen's hand, which was still as cold as when he first arrived, but this time Song Zechen didn't shake it off.He lifted his grip back, and the warmth of his palm was continuously conveyed to the other party, a dry and beautiful touch.

As many years ago he took his hand and walked down the long corridor to meet the stolen shards of happiness.

Returned to the dormitory after a day of wandering.

Song Zechen originally planned to pack some clothes before returning to the production room, but someone approached behind him while tidying up at the table.

Tian Zhengguo held onto Song Zechen's clothes corner, stubbornly not avoiding Song Zechen's gaze, and went straight into his eyes.Song Zechen could see his clean eyes and some emotional instability, he was trying to control carefully.

"It's the Chinese New Year."

Song Zechen sighed helplessly.