[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Every night when Park Jimin stayed up late in the practice room, he would receive a bottle of milk from Song Zechen passing by.

But every time he saw Song Zechen, all the prepared belly drafts would be forcefully stuffed back to their original places, and his mind would be stuck for a moment. He didn't know how to describe that feeling, obviously Song Zechen was not a terrible person.

So in the end, I can only say thank you dryly, let alone simply reply that I will return the money to you. Isn't that treating people like running errands?

He was annoyed by the situation but couldn't change it, and he chose the most appropriate and correct way to respond smoothly.

Today, as usual, Song Zechen put down his milk and planned to leave.

Park Jimin plucked up his courage: "Let's sit down and rest for a while."

When Song Zechen raised his eyes and glanced over with slightly doubtful eyes, he was so nervous that his heart jumped into his throat.

I don't know what I'm nervous about.

The two sat on the ground.

"That... that... practicing and studying must be hard." Park Jimin thought for a long time and finally found a topic.

"Huh?" Song Zechen didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly. He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Well, I'm quite tired, but the exam will be here soon, and I will be liberated after the exam."

The corners of the young man's eyes were slightly raised, and his eyes were light blue. He didn't know that because of the night, he exuded a lazy atmosphere from time to time.

like a cat.

Park Jimin stared at the tear mole in the corner of Song Zechen's eye, and slowly relaxed, his originally intense heartbeat gradually calmed down.

"Is Shuozhen's dish delicious? I was in a hurry to go to school in the morning. I heard it was newly developed by Shuozhen."

Song Zechen thought of meeting Jin Shuozhen in the kitchen in the morning who told himself disappointedly that he would not be able to taste the dishes before they were finished, and asked Park Jimin enthusiastically.

"Ah, Brother Shuozhen made apple steamed eggs. It's actually not delicious. Everyone wanted to escape from the dining table but was caught by Brother Shuozhen. You are so lucky that you didn't eat it." Park Jimin complained in a low voice.

Song Zechen pictured what Jin Shuozhen might look like in his mind, and couldn't help laughing.

His face must have turned red, and he rapped in a shocking storm, muttering that everyone didn't give face, who is he doing this for, all of them are heartless brats.

The chatterbox was opened, and the two chatted a lot.From Kim Tae-joo’s billion-dollar acting skills to Tian Zhengguo’s shy recognition, from the vocal teacher wearing reversed pants to Fang PD’s appearance of getting fat again, from the delicious drink in the convenience store to wondering if the boss is squinting because Never seen him look anyone in the eye.

People's life is always full of flowers because of other people's details.

Song Zechen is definitely a chat friend suitable for chatting.Ordinary topics become lively and interesting from his mouth, which can easily bring the wings of imagination to people, as if they were in the scene at that time.

"Zhengguo doesn't like drinking milk. He always asks me to drink it for him secretly. He said that you used to help him drink it. You are too busy recently and he dare not disturb you. I told him that I have milk to drink, and he said I went to find Tae-jin." Park Jimin laughed until his eyes disappeared, complaining boldly and coquettishly.

"The maknae is really cute." Song Zechen also narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The atmosphere was just right, and Park Jimin couldn't help blurting out: "For..." As soon as one syllable came out, the rest was quickly swallowed.

It's so offensive to ask.

Song Zechen knew what he was going to ask.

Why do you pay attention to Park Jimin?

It is obviously not a necessary "easy work".

Maybe it's a cliché: If you are nice to the people I care about, then I will try to be nice to you.

Park Jimin has a good relationship with everyone in the dormitory, especially when facing Tian Zhengguo, so I should get along well with you too.

That's a pretty good explanation.

It's just that Song Zechen couldn't tell Park Jimin:

When I saw him soaking in the practice room and being called a "practice bug" by everyone, I would think of myself when I joined the company and practiced dance desperately.

Because I like it, because I love it, because there is no retreat.

At that time, Song Zechen had nothing. To him, music and dance were like a drowning person meeting a driftwood that he couldn’t let go of. Only by holding on tightly can he not drown.If he put his whole heart into it, he wouldn't think of everything he didn't want to think of. He gave himself an order and forced himself to be exiled.

Song Zechen often slumps exhaustedly in the dance room in the middle of the night, pressing his cheeks against the cold floor to cool off the heat in his body.The air seemed to smell of salty sweat, the tendons under the skin were throbbing, and even the fingers were too tired to move.

He occasionally looked at the moon outside the window and thought:

If only you could send me a bottle of milk.

I know this is very unreasonable, but it seems that I can only make such a request with you.

So when facing Park Jimin,

Same scene, different people, different situation, same state of mind.

Song Zechen looked out of the window again, the moon was still hanging high, the moonlight fell mottled on the window sill through the gaps in the treetops, the moonlight was moving.

Still as bright as ever.

Song Zechen said, "The moon is so bright."

Hearing Song Zechen's voice suddenly, Pu Zhimin let out an "ah" in surprise, looked up, and sighed softly, "Mmm."

"It's getting late, bro, continue to practice. I still haven't finished memorizing history." Song Zechen waved goodbye to Park Jimin, and returned to the cramped production room.

He silently recited the major events of the times, but his thoughts flew away unconsciously.

The tip of the pen unconsciously scribbled on the draft paper, drawing a window sill with a moon outside.

why?

Probably the moon climbed up and told me:

Don't let a person who is far away be too lonely.