[Entertainment] Chen Guang

The three-day and two-night villa trip came to an end. It seemed to be just an ordinary rest, and it seemed to have gained a lot. Of course, sometimes it would lose a lot of meaning if you care too much about it.

But everyone will probably remember those few weak saplings in their hearts.

In the depths of memory, wantonly stretched, waiting for the luxuriant branches and leaves.

In fact, there were not a few days left until their vacation ended, but Song Zechen still went back to his grandfather's house to pack his things, shared his travel experience with the old man, and helped him take care of his body as much as possible before returning to the dormitory.

In December last year, they moved to Hannam-dong. They had been talking with Tian Zhengguo if it was possible to help him get a separate room, but now it is good, the house area has become larger, except for Zheng Haoxi and Park Jimin, there is one person and one person directly. Private space.

Song Zechen probably has a relationship with the corner, so everyone specially reserved the room with the window facing the distant mountains for him.He continued to use his level of tidying up clutter, and stuffed a lot of things into the room, which was numerous but orderly, with a sense of order and fullness.

But the rest of the people especially like to run to his room, headed by Tian Zhengguo, who come here to rush through the door at every turn, boasting about the beautiful scenery and fresh air here, touching the violin that has been placed, writing about the pen in his collection, and dragging You can sleep in the bed here when you have time.

Song Zechen didn't care, the most satisfying thing about the new house was that everyone had an independent space and respected privacy when getting along.The rest of them have been together for so many years, and they are not too close.

However, Song Zechen didn't stay in the dormitory for long. When it was time to work in the studio, he lived there all night long. In fact, he kind of hoped to change to a bigger site. His small place could no longer accommodate the gradually increasing equipment. Mobile phones with insufficient memory also need to be sorted regularly to make room.

There are two kinds of lights in the small room, one is a bright light for studying, and the other is a dim light for songwriting work.

Song Zechen opened his production room with his bag on his back. It hadn't been ventilated for a long time, and when he opened the door, there was a smell of dust. He turned sideways, covered his nose and coughed, then walked into the room and opened the window. He felt that the whole room was covered with dust. Dust, making people feel uncomfortable.

I borrowed buckets and rags from the staff and turned into working people. On the way back, I met Min Yunqi who was entering the password. He stood still and said hello.

The two were inexplicably awkward for some reason, and after Zhishu came back that day, they did not continue to communicate.

"Wait." Min Yunqi called to stop Song Zechen who was about to leave.

"What's the matter?" Song Zechen felt that his image of a cleaning staff was a bit frustrated at the moment, so he didn't plan to stay longer.

Min Yunqi stretched out his hand: "Return the lottery ticket to me."

"what?"

"I forgot to take back the lottery ticket I showed you that day. Give it back to me."

Min Yunqi scratched the back of his head, he was in a flustered mood that day, he didn't notice that after reading the note, Song Zechen stuffed it into his pocket and didn't return it to him, now he has to bite the bullet and ask for it.

Song Zechen took out the paper in his shirt pocket and asked knowingly, "Is this it?"

"Yes." Min Yunqi couldn't wait to get it back.

"Hey." Song Zechen suddenly raised his hand above his head, revealing a small dimple, "Is it so easy to come back?"

"Isn't it right for my things to be returned to their original owners?" Min Yunqi became furious when he saw Song Zechen's smile, knowing that this person was playing tricks on him again.

"Where can I prove that it is yours, but the handwriting on it is still mine." Song Zechen raised the lottery ticket in his hand, pretending to be distressed.

Min Yunqi thought of how ugly he was on tiptoe trying to reach it but couldn't reach it, so he gave up and folded his arms, with a habitual sneer tone: "That's right, it's not mine, I have nothing. I like so many things, There are very few who can really be me."

Song Zechen was a little flustered when he heard this, and withdrew his hand embarrassingly: "Why do you say that, your music can be recognized by more people, you don't need to live in the basement, what you wanted before is now obtained, then the future you want now can also be obtained."

"Can I get the future I want now? Why can't I get it now." Min Yunqi gestured to the lottery ticket in his hand with his eyes.

There is nothing Song Zechen doesn't understand. The person in front of him is learning more and better now, and he no longer confronts him with a cold face. He understands that he will take the soft and not the tough, and is most afraid of being wronged by others. He occasionally shows weakness a few times and has tried repeatedly. Now he knows how to detour tactical.

However, he obediently handed the lottery ticket to Min Yunqi's eyes, stroked his hair with his palm: "Here, I'm afraid of you."

Min Yunqi raised his eyebrows triumphantly, put away his hand, and walked into his room with a snort: "You can go."

Song Zechen looked helplessly at the other's haughty back, turned around and went back to his own little world.

All of a sudden from bright to dim.

The heavy bass of the sound made people's hearts rumbling, and a beam of light shone through the gap in the curtains. Song Zechen was worried that the light would destroy the artistic conception, so he simply turned off the light, leaving only this beam of light in the whole room. Floating and dancing dense particles.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the light circle fell on his hand. He stared at it in a daze, and the music hummed an unknown farewell.

Although they were debating whether to renew the contract, after all, there was still some time before the contract expired. At least for the latest comeback, they had to write a song. Of course, the content of writing was...

Song Zechen listened to all the songs that have been written so far in the production room. Are the extremely withered words "masquerade", "failure", "fear" and "withering" meant to fit the theme of this album, or are they just expressing from the heart? ?

The answer lies in their own hearts.

He told Jin Shuozhen that he never mattered in this matter, he just needs to follow their choice, don't work hard and don't try to stay, he is really afraid of pestering everyone and making everyone unhappy, looking back and regretting what he did now Decide.

It was precisely because of this that Min Yunqi's repentance could immediately make him turn against him.

He just wishes them well.

The playlist went down and was replaced with a brisk ditty.

Song Zechen took a pen to test the edge of the light, and the snow-capped mountains engraved on the pen tip shone coldly under the light.

Forget it.

He thinks so now, after all, there are still things to be happy about recently.

One thing is that Zheng Haoxi released the mixtape he had been preparing for a long time in early March - "HopeWorld", which finally gave fans comfort and strength in the days when there was no schedule. The hopeful style and brisk rhythm are unbearable Follow the action.

Obviously you can see it after walking a few steps from the production studio, but Song Zechen chose to order a large bouquet of roses from a flower shop by way of takeaway, and the recipient has Zheng Haoxi's name on it.When Zheng Haoxi went down to pick it up in a daze, he couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the signature of "Unknown Mr. Song", and was baptized by the clear and artificial exclamation of all the company's staff when he went upstairs.Thin-skinned, he immediately blushed, the instigator was much thicker than him by an earth's diameter, and when they met, he praised today's flowers to complement his complexion.

Another thing is Tian Zhengguo's rapid growth.

"Euphoria" will be used as the soundtrack for the teaser video of the small movie released by the company in April. When Tian Zhengguo sang this song, Song Zechen stayed in the recording studio with the brother of the producer. They can go to eat by themselves.Therefore, he heard the demo very early, and was delighted to find that Tian Zhengguo's handling of voice skills and emotional grasp became more delicate.

Since last year, the composition Tian Zhengguo has been investing in has also been fruitful. "MagicShop" is brilliant and warm, and it sounds like the galaxy water with scattered stars flowing in his heart.

Song Zechen was so happy that Tian Zhengguo couldn't stand it anymore, and hoped that he would stop bragging about his brother's childish behavior when he met everyone.

Song Zechen closed the pen cap, turned on the light, and was about to stop his meaningless time-consuming behavior and start working, but today God may not want him to be so busy, but wants him to sort out some things.

The phone vibrated and received a long-lost new message.

Song Zechen unlocked the screen, a little surprised, a little stunned.

There was a cold light reflected on the screen, and a few words lay quietly.

"I love you."

Min Yunqi waited anxiously for a long time, and received a brief reply from Song Zechen:

"Is it group hair?"

For a moment, he wasn't sure about Song Zechen's reaction when he typed these words, whether he was teasing with a smile on his eyes, or he thought he was perfunctory, or he didn't feel anything at all, just ordinary guessing and asking back.

He also sent the same message to the maknae and Tae-joo, but the other two were very long text messages.And Song Zechen's cuts and deletions were reduced by half a day, and finally became three words.

After hesitating for a long time, he decided to answer honestly: "Yes."

The waiting process seemed long no matter how long it took. He grabbed the yellowed lottery ticket and carefully stuffed it back into the card holder. He collected all the tickets that Song Zechen had given him.

This is the first one in the card holder.

The penultimate one was sent by Song Zechen the first time. I can only remember the proud and high-spirited man at that time. It said:

"Mr. Min Yunqi, who is successful and famous in the future, can use this ticket to make a request to the successful and famous Song Zechen."

The last one was empty. Song Zechen hadn't given him a lottery ticket for a long time, perhaps because they had everything and they didn't seem to need them anymore.

The ding ding dong dong text message reminder sound like spring water came back very quickly, almost in seconds.Min Yunqi couldn't wait to open it, and the screen clearly displayed the still simple words.

"Although I feel a little sad because of your perfunctory."

Although?

It seems that the sentence was not finished.

Min Yunqi hesitated whether to reply, but soon the next sentence completed the sentence.

"But that would be nice."

Min Yunqi stared blankly at the following words, slowly stretched his brows and eyes, looked at the phone and smiled.

What is Song Zechen's love like?

Like the white shirt in early summer, which is always clean and refreshing, the bicycle blows up the clothes and looks at the world with a youthful spirit.Occasionally domineering and unreasonable will wrap you in his arms, and then apologize red-faced and helpless, saying that he did this just to let you smell the fragrance of a field of roses on his body.

So I found that my brother bravely expressed his feelings, not only for himself, but also for others. After he told his little temper a little, he didn't want to be exclusive, just happy for his brother.

"It would be great if brother Yunqi could have the energy to care about others one day."

Song Zechen said this a long time ago, and Min Yunqi at that time was puzzled, thinking that Song Zechen was criticizing his indifference.

The person saw his confusion and explained to him seriously: "When that day comes, you must have been surrounded by love, so that you can express kindness without being stingy or afraid of getting hurt."

The rose is yours, the fragrance is yours, and I will grab the whole world and run to you.