[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Now they face an extremely embarrassing situation.

Go to the hospital emergency department?

A mighty group of people will be on the entertainment news tomorrow.

The title is well thought out, "A certain popular boy group went to the hospital collectively because of diarrhea. Is it a show of heart and soul, or is it due to love and hatred?"

Oh yes,

Song Zechen, who is allergic, has to be brought along.

Otherwise, rely on the body's own immune system to resist stubbornly and save one's psychological face at a physical cost.

Regardless of the option, anyway, Song Zechen has become one with his mask, and he can wear it wherever he goes.

"Zechen, can you take it off?" Jin Nanjun clutched his stomach and was taken aback by Song Zechen again.

"I'll take it off when my face gets better." Song Zechen slumped comfortably, ignoring the phone that Park Jimin secretly held in his hand, "Take a photo, it's better than my current face anyway, if you want to take a photo, just take a photo."

In the early morning of this morning, he was directly woken up by an itchy discomfort. After running to the bathroom, he silently took an allergy medicine and found the mask he had given to Min Yunqi.

The whole process was calm and calm, and he had the potential to be a murderer.

Then he rested on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, and witnessed one after another rush out of his room and run to the bathroom, or turn on the lights and make the sound of searching for medicines.

Of course, without exception, they were all scared and screamed by him, and at the same time felt the desire in their stomachs was more violent, especially Jin Shuozhen, who accidentally watched a ghost movie a few days ago, howled like boiling water.

After screaming, Jin Shuozhen quickly put up his thumb to express his praise to Song Zechen: "Zechen, you are cruel enough to me, brother likes it. He is willing to risk his own face to preserve his handsomeness. I will keep this helmet for me." , I will do the same when my face is swollen."

Song Zechen said that everything is negotiable.

"Are you sick?" Min Yunqi weakly insisted on cursing.

"Isn't it you who caused my illness? I told you to cook your food well." Song Zechen replied coldly.

"You're allergic, what's none of my business?" Min Yunqi argued guiltyly, "It's okay to eat it the first day if it wasn't cooked, it must be the meat."

After Min Yunqi said this, he forced his respect under the difficult situation with four pairs of laser-like eyes behind him.

"Zechen, why are you allergic?" Zheng Haoxi was also curious why Song Zechen was so ill.

"I don't know." Song Zechen seldom has allergies, but fortunately he always has them in his medicine box.

Tian Zhengguo, who fell asleep and woke up over there, finally plucked up the courage to walk out of the living room.

That grim helmet guy is still there.

This time it was definitely not a dream.

He suddenly felt very tired. This kind of tiredness is the helplessness of raising a big brother, the collapse of the youngest who can never sleep, and the fact that he has to accept the occasional spoiling of the male god...

"When will you take it off? Doesn't it hurt to drink water?"

Song Zechen handed him the bread: "This design is so thoughtful, I really found a treasure."

As he spoke, his slender fingers fumbled to the back of the helmet and pressed it, and a small square opening was opened in the mouth with a "snap". A similar image has a cuckoo device that automatically pops out when the wall clock hits the hour. Anyway, what? That's how Sabi came.

Song Zechen took a sip of coffee unhurriedly, then closed the pop-up black piece, restoring the original appearance of the helmet, and everything went smoothly.

Tian Zhengguo: I really want to call you Sabi.

It is said that it is a group trip, but it is actually more like changing the place and then dialing the timeline to the dormitory life before debut, getting together to do their own things separately, activities in a circular radiation range but not mutually exclusive, turning around when they rise There are companions to share.

Song Zechen sat cross-legged on the sofa, with earphones plugged into his ears. In fact, there was no sound at all. Occasionally, someone turned their head and saw him wearing a helmet and couldn't help making faces at him.

Seeing people through masks is actually a lot of fun.

No one can see your facial expressions, they can only guess what you are thinking.

At the same time, you hide in the dark and look around wantonly, trying to figure out the psychological activities of that person.

The secret pleasure of entertaining oneself.

For example, Jin Nanjun quietly took Zheng Haoxi's arm and talked with a few greens beside the abandoned outdoor swimming pool, with one brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth bent down.

For example, Tian Zhengguo held a mobile phone in his hand, and at first he was obviously writing a song, but gradually his eyes slowly diverged, and he turned into a quiet daze.

For example, Jin Shuozhen sat at the dining table as before, but instead of eating as fast as before, he chewed very carefully in small bites, and seemed to be careless, venting unconsciously on the vegetable salad with the fork in his hand.

Everyone has their own secrets in their hearts.

Song Zechen looked away lightly, and wiped the star ornaments in the corner yesterday with a handkerchief. The cheap plastic gadgets caught his eyes for no reason.

Suddenly someone knocked on his helmet, making a crisp sound like knocking a watermelon, and then it turned into a gentle touch.

Song Zechen precisely grabbed the man's hand and pulled it to his side: "Brother Taiyi? What are you doing?"

Jin Tae-yi rolled directly from the back of the sofa to the front of the sofa, rolled around and stabilized, and sat down with a smile: "In the year of the pig, touch the pig's head, and you don't have to worry about everything."

Song Zechen smiled and said, "Although I'm a pig now, this year is not the year of the pig."

"It's okay." Jin Tae-yi looked very open-minded, "Take it early, after all, the Year of the Pig is coming soon, but your pig's head doesn't happen very often."

"Go away." Song Zechen made a gesture and kicked him lightly.

Kim Tae-joo spoke affectionately: "I love you even if you are a pig, so let me see what you look like, your idol burden is too heavy."

"You have a good idea. Even if you chop off my helmet before I get better, this helmet will follow me closely." Song Zechen's expression was stern, and he was clearly describing himself, but Jin Taeyi felt an unbearable chill on his neck.

"Let's go, let's go, I'm going to play games." Jin Tae's 36 plan is the best.

Song Zechen reluctantly continued to move the handkerchief. There were already several stains caused by small dust on the handkerchief. He folded the clean side out and placed the stars, shining on the corner of the table.

Recently, he has added the habit of taking a nap. Even just lying on the bed and resting for a few minutes can keep him refreshed for a long time. Before, he only knew how to rush blindly when he was struggling, but now he knows the benefits of slowing down after going through some things.

Zheng Haoxi happened to be there when he entered the room, and was about to lift the quilt to get in. Seeing him, he waved to him very gently, as if he had been waiting for him to have something to talk to him for a long time.

Song Zechen faced him, but a wave of timidity came out of nowhere.

He likes Jung Ho Seok very much.

But he never had a good talk with Jung Ho Suk.

I don't know whether it was because he was worried that his uncontrollable negative emotions would affect his brother, or because he didn't want to bloody tear off his mask again and hurt both sides. He rarely communicated with Zheng Haoxi about any relationship between the two parties. There are deep questions.

And the other party didn't know whether it was out of the same mentality, they maintained the intimacy of brothers and friends with a different kind of tacit understanding.

Now he changed into his pajamas and smiled with Zheng Haoxi, as if it was time to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"Is your allergy cured?" Zheng Haoxi had nothing to say.

There were only a few small red dots left on Song Zechen's face, which almost disappeared. During the day, he was just joking, and seeing that everyone was in a good mood because he wore it, he continued to wear it as if he didn't care. Make everyone smile.

"I didn't take it off earlier, isn't it too heavy?" Zheng Haoxi was funny and distressed, "What are you thinking in your head?"

Song Zechen acted affectionately, rubbing Zheng Haoxi's hand that was close to him: "It was ugly when it first broke out, I don't want my brother to see it."

"You are always like this. When you encounter difficulties, you refuse to say anything. After the matter is resolved, you share it with us in a joking tone. You don't even want to share." Zheng Haoxi's thoughts suddenly drifted to Song Zechen's performance all the time.

Song Zechen didn't dare to speak anymore and pursed his lips.

However, Zheng Haoxi seems to be determined to be open and honest today. He turned his head to look at Song Zechen, then turned back, and held his brother's hand loosely: "Are you planning to do the same this time?"

"I worked hard to write songs, and I went to talk to Fang PDnim, but why didn't I talk to us, did I not trust us?"

"No." Song Zechen hastily denied.

Zheng Haoxi squeezed his palm knowingly, with a successful prank look but a soft tone: "I'm joking, in fact, I have talked with Nanjun a lot, but every conversation ended in a roundabout silence, if the members That's how it's going to be when we talk."

Song Zechen was not surprised, they restrained each other and ended up in a deadlock, no matter who they were, they all had the same mentality.

"The departure before my debut has always been a sad hurdle in my heart."

"Brother, are you still angry that I was angry with you back then?" This sentence was so convoluted that Song Zechen himself was amused.

"Of course not." Zheng Haoxi laughed, "I just thought that was too unbrave, but luckily I chose to come back."

The smile on his face gradually became lighter but more determined: "What if you have a little more courage now?"

Song Zechen stared at him for a long time, gradually becoming inexplicably suspicious and apprehensive: "Is it really possible?"

"As long as there is one person who is as uncertain as I am, then we have no possibility of going on."

He hates that the power to make decisions is equally distributed to everyone, and things that cannot be completely determined by him, even if the person he loves most makes the decision at the same time, he still hates the feeling of powerlessness.

"As long as you are willing to believe, won't we increase the possibility of being together?" Zheng Haoxi comforted patiently.

But Song Zechen didn't respond to him, only leaving him with a thin back lying on his side.

Zheng Haoxi gradually stopped laughing, holding hands tightly to Song Zechen, as if holding something that cannot be lost, so hard that Song Zechen felt a burst of pain.

But he didn't make a sound to stop it, and closed his eyes heavily, as if falling into a deep sleep.