[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Jin Taiyi suspected that Song Zechen wanted to chop off his hand directly.

So he hastily hid the barbecue scissors on the table.

Jin Shuozhen forced out a few tears and stopped howling, staring blankly at a certain place.

Song Zechen seemed to be on the verge of crashing. As the only sober and smart person in the audience, Jin Taechen cleaned Song Zechen's hands with a nervousness that was about to explode.

Finally, the program in Song Zechen's head began to run at a high speed. He took the disinfectant that Jin Nanjun rushed to the shopkeeper after waking up, sprayed his hands several times, stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Min Yunqi glanced sideways: "Brother, are you awake?"

Jin Shuozhen swallowed several times: "I'm not awake yet, I drank a lot."

Everyone sneered.

Song Zechen quietly returned to his seat. Jin Shuozhen was still exhausting his acting skills all his life playing the role of a child who was suspected of being drunk but actually closed in his own world. Just thinking about how Song Zechen would treat him would make him really closed .

"Go back." Song Zechen put on his coat and returned to his usual appearance.

Tian Zhengguo had been frightened too much before, and he kept taking wine to calm down his mood, but now he was staggering and pressing the table, trying to use his strength to stand up.It took him a long time to separate his buttocks from the stool by half a centimeter, and he fell back quickly. With drunken eyes and helplessness, he turned around and told everyone: "Oh, I'll just climb back."

The operation is feasible, but the process is bleak.

Song Zechen decided to call his agent. When the agent arrived, he looked them up and down countless times with disgust, and finally he had no choice but to carry them home.

Jin Suozhen struggled so violently that people suspected that he had woken up long ago, and even Park Jimin's ignorant mind was pointing at his poor acting skills and laughing at him.

Song Zechen just watched so calmly, turned his gaze away and regarded Jin Shuozhen as nothing, and he and Jin Taeyi reluctantly cleaned up the mess.

Jin Tan wobbled over and took turns arching their insteps. Song Zechen leaned over and rubbed him: "Is it okay to put Tan Ni next to Big Brother's pillow?"

I don't know if I'll wake up to a moon caramel cake tomorrow morning, but chances are there will be a fresh pile of shit.

"Why do you use my Tanni as a raft if you want to take revenge?" Jin Taiyi stood up to protect the dog.

Song Zechen thought about the grievances between two people and it is really not good to involve a dog: "Forget it."

Forget it like this, Jin Taejin didn't agree, he asked enthusiastically: "Then what are you going to do?"

"Didn't the dance of "IDOL" be choreographed? Let me be the leader and teach my brother."

Song Zechen calmly explained Jin Shuozhen's next fate, and paused ambiguously at the "top leader".

Kim Tae-jin recalled that everyone complained about the intensity of the dance while watching the video, and smiled gloatingly at the room where Kim Seok-jin, who knew nothing about it and was still waiting for the cake in the sweet dreamland.

Being able to force Song Zechen into such a state, if you have you, you will also cherish it.

Song Zechen did what he said, in order to avoid the embarrassment of Jin Shuozhen getting up early to see him, he deliberately ran to the dance practice room early and waited for the rabbit.

It was obvious that Jin Shuozhen's trembling smile was even more faltering the moment he saw him, and Song Zechen nodded to him very politely.

Soon Teacher Sun Chengde went out, and the whole practice room was full of Jin Shuozhen's wailing, which gradually weakened.

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The "LoveYourself" series is coming to an end. The company has been filming some old stories, childhood images, and memory clips one after another. I hope that Ami can connect them after it is released, although a large part of Ami is too lazy. deal with them.

The role played by Zheng Haoxi in it has always been closely related to his mother. Song Zechen went around to the set and met Zheng Haoxi who was watching the acting of the young actor who played his childhood, and stood beside him calmly.

The play is roughly about a mother leaving her child in front of a carousel in an amusement park, tricking him with a Snickers bar to just go and come back, when in fact he's gone forever.

The little actor cried very seriously, desperately touching his tears with the back of his hand.

Song Zechen was suddenly in a daze, and the memory coincided with the present moment. He waited until the indifferent face overlapped with the cry of the little actor. It must be unexpected that someone has experienced such an experience, and art comes from life.”

Zheng Haoxi was startled, turned his head slowly, opened his mouth slightly, but could not make a sound.

Instead, Song Zechen smiled at him comfortingly: "I'm smart, and I didn't cry. I remember the way home and walked back by myself."

Go to your own home first, then go to grandparents' house, stay there completely, and never have to leave again.

How fair a person's life is, there are those who don't love you, and those who love you.

But Zheng Haoxi was different. He chopped off his feet anxiously, thinking that Song Zechen must be hiding deep sadness and refused to say it. He deliberately used exaggerated body language to make faces in order to make people around him laugh.

Song Zechen really smiled, and took him by the wrist and walked out without affecting the filming of the set. While walking, he chatted with the depressed person behind him who seemed to feel the same way: "Brother, I'm really not sad at all. Throw away that layer of blood , my parents are strangers to me, we are indifferent to each other and even somewhat loathe each other, so I have nothing to do with it."

In a sense, he will be criticized for being cold-blooded, but his love has always been stingy, and he won't even look at people who don't like him.

This is probably the reason why he never gets sad because of vicious remarks every time he turns to the forum, but only gets angry because of slander.

But Song Zechen's heart softened when he felt that the people behind him were still depressed.

Zheng Haoxi is completely different from him. He likes to share love by nature, and he is not afraid of being hurt to give, which is a bit like "God loves the world".Carrying the shell of hope, many people don't know whether his soul is crying or laughing.

"I really hope that my brother can be as ruthless as me, then I can feel more at ease." Song Zechen suggested casually.

Zheng Haoxi patted him on the shoulder tenderly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I originally planned to go to the practice room, after all, I could hear Jin Shuozhen wailing as soon as I entered, but Zheng Haoxi held his shoulder: "Come outside with me for a walk."

Song Zechen understood that Zheng Haoxi was determined to worry about his mental state today.

Talking about going outside for a walk, Zheng Haoxi hailed a taxi straight away, obviously having a destination in mind.

It was only when I reported the address that I found out that it was the Gapyeong villa where I traveled for three days and two nights.

Song Zechen didn't ask any questions, and the two went out to look at the scenery outside the window.

It's no surprise that silence is their frequent form of communication.

The driver probably thought they were not familiar with each other or had an argument, so he didn't dare to vent his breath, so he kept hitting the accelerator and rushed to the destination.

Because Zheng Haoxi had no desire to speak, in Song Zechen's peripheral vision, his mouth naturally formed a downward arc.

Stopping at the foot of the familiar mountain, the nightmare struck again: "Brother, what are we doing here?"

"Didn't we plant that tree together before, come to visit it and take care of it secretly, our tree will grow very well."

On the last day at the villa in Gapyeong, Kim Tae-joo proposed to plant trees together. The trees have a division of labor, and each tree has a different owner. Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi were together.

Climbing across the mountains to the villa on the hill, Song Zechen felt that his whole body was covered with a layer of dust, and once again secretly condemned Jin Taiyi who had set his seat here.

They cautiously walked through the horror goose circle and arrived at their destination.

There was no lock on the small courtyard of the villa, and they entered easily. The interior seemed to be empty, and the owner of the house probably knew that it would be difficult to meet a little fool who would listen to her nonsense that "surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing water on one side".

Song Zechen was very satisfied to find the sapling they planted by relying on his memory, as sure enough his was the best.

His growth is gratifying, he is steady and steady, and he has more prospects than others, and his chest is filled with inexplicable pride.

Zheng Haoxi squatted down and stroked the tree trunk, and took a picture with some surprises: "It's very good, you have to grow up well."

"Wow, this is Brother Yunqi's tree." Song Zechen's exclamation attracted Zheng Haoxi's attention, and he ran to Song Zechen's side.

This tree grows as calmly as Min Yunqi, without too many presumptuous side branches, and Min Yunqi may have killed it when it was planted.

But under the tree, there may have been a wind not long ago, which brought the seeds of life, and a small flower swayed in the wind.

In the next second, the vicious wizard Song Zechen pulled it out mercilessly: "Only one flower can appear in this land, I'm sorry for you."

Zheng Haoxi understood and smiled.

Zheng Haoxi likes flowers very much, and likes to ask others if he is a flower, so Song Zechen will send him a bouquet of flowers from a flower shop with various All kinds of cards, but the beginning must be the same address: "Mr. Xiao Zheng".

Mr. Xiao Zheng, I wish you a brighter mood than flowers today.

Mr. Zheng, there are only eight flowers today, but with you, there are nine flowers.

Mr. Zheng, happy birthday, you are more beautiful than flowers on stage.

It's very vulgar, probably because the rusticity can hit Zheng Haoxi's smile every time, and a layer of sunshine overflows from the dimple.

"Hey, I obviously wanted to bring you here to relax, but why did you make fun of me again?" Zheng Haoxi pointed Song Zechen's nose helplessly.

"I'm in a better mood. I eat, drink and sleep well. I even gained a few pounds in weight. You are different."

Song Zechen accidentally got some dirt on his fingernails just now. While chatting, he scratched his fingertips in disgust, planning to go back and use hand sanitizer to wash it off desperately.

Zheng Haoxi felt that the way he pursed his lips was very childish and cute, so he showed his face, and there was a happy vibration from his chest.

After laughing, he rubbed his face: "Laughing for too long makes my face a little stiff, so I won't smile in front of you."

Immediately restrained his face, although his eyes were smiling, his facial expression turned salty in a second.

Song Zechen quietly observed and raised his eyebrows without speaking.

"Don't worry about me. I'm pretty good. I've perfectly adapted to Hope's role. I'm happy when others are happy. But I promise you, I won't force myself in front of you."

Zheng Haoxi's clear eyes reflected the light particles in the blue sky and white day, and he didn't know whether the light illuminated him or he illuminated the light.

Song Zechen suddenly felt relieved.

For a long time, what he has complained about for Zheng Haoxi is that people who don't understand always like to use one or another fixed program to forcefully place it on him.They didn't understand him deeply, but he loved to point fingers, and it was logical to hurt this person who loves to hold hands with the world.

But Zheng Haoxi embraced everything frankly, blooming flowers at his fingertips at any time, waiting to be sent to drive away the darkness.

Dear Mr. Zheng, in fact, whether you smile or not, how can you hide the secret of your ability to shine.