[Entertainment] Chen Guang

He brought back the flower that was destroyed by Song Zechen, found an exquisite handmade wooden box from home, put it in, and pushed it in front of Min Yunqi.

"I pulled out the flowers under the tree you planted."

Min Yunqi quickly opened it to take a look. Song Zechen had actually done some processing and made dried flower specimens, which looked pretty at first glance.

"Why are you looking for something to do?"

Song Zechen was very honest: "To make Brother Haoxi happy."

Min Yunqi was adjusting his music equipment, new hatred and old hatred came together: "Did you offend me a little bit hard recently?"

Deliberately trying to get angry at him more and more times.

Song Zechen grinned: "Ah, why don't I buy you a drink in order to apologize."

Min Yunqi stared fixedly at Song Zechen's smiling face, and agreed after hesitating for a while.

If you have wine, don't drink the bastard.

Talking about going to drink, in fact, he just had a meal and had a drink to enjoy himself.

The store Song Zechen found was closer to his childhood home, because he came from his grandfather and met Min Yunqi directly in the store.

After ordering a few home-cooked dishes and wine brewed by the owner, they slowly enjoyed a rare leisurely time.

The atmosphere was too gentle, so he was not in a hurry to go back after eating. Song Zechen walked along the sidewalk, lowered his head and stepped on the white line, turned around and proposed to Min Yunqi: "Bongen Temple is nearby, let's go and have a look."

Min Yunqi readily agreed.

This is a well-known scenic spot in Seoul, and there is an endless stream of tourists from all over the world.

Dressed in a low-key manner, they wandered around the various temples and paid a symbolic obeisance.

Good health, happy family, successful career...

I don't know if the Buddha would get tired of hearing the same prayers, but they still give the people on the ground a sustenance.

"Isn't it good that we are still visiting temples after drinking?" Min Yunqi sniffed the smell of alcohol on his body.

Song Zechen was very frank: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha kept them in his heart. But the adults have a lot of them, so they won't blame us."

In some respects, Song Zechen had his own way of persuading others, but Min Yunqi thought it made sense, and quickly shut up.

They walked to the yard adjacent to the back mountain. There were several stone benches in the middle, and there were seats perched on the promenade, with their backs facing the Buddha statue.Many tourists stop here for a while, chatting politely in a low voice.

Song Zechen rested his chin on one hand and looked into the hall with great interest. Before, it was rather dark inside, but it was a different scene when he looked inward in the sunny place outside.

The statue is somewhat mottled, a reminder of the passage of time.

Min Yunqi let go of the air without making a sound, the faint song of birds in the treetops lingered in his ears.

Song Zechen opened his mouth to recall his contemplation: "What kind of expressions do you think those Buddha statues look like?"

He didn't understand why Song Zechen asked such a question suddenly, and he looked over, but the man didn't look at him, and the light reflected his pupils into a bowl of bright amber soup.

"Happy, gentle." Min Yunqi thought for a moment and replied.

Song Zechen was thoughtful: "When I was in Tibet before, I found that I couldn't see what the Buddhas looked like. When I walked out of the temple, I felt that their faces were blurred."

Maybe it was disheartened at the time and felt that no one could stop their separation.

"When I used to deliver food back to the store, I would occasionally pass by a small temple and worship, anyway, it doesn't cost money." Min Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief when he remembered the past, "After the food delivery was hit by a car, there was no chance again, although they No bless me, but they're too busy and I can forgive them."

"Everyone says Bodhisattvas are merciful, but only for a moment, when I think of what you have experienced, I feel that their faces are not approachable."

Song Zechen turned his head, Min Yunqi was so white and transparent in the sunlight, no one would remember the tear stains on this face.

He wiped away the pain of time with his own hands, and told others that life is beautiful, even though there was a period of time when he collapsed in the dark.

Why do you do this to him?

Song Zechen felt uncomfortable and unwilling to think about it.

"Zechen, it's all over."

Min Yunqi was stunned for a moment, then spoke to him in a low voice.

The sunlight fell on their faces through the branches of the trees, and the Buddha statues in the halls far away left their solemn backs.

Can the gods listen to my wishes more, and turn his sufferings of those years into the sun and the moon and return them to him.

Yes.

Song Zechen asked and answered by himself.

Everyone has placed clusters of blooming flowers at the end of his trials.

***

"That flower was given to me, won't you take it back?" Before returning to the company, Min Yunqi deliberately confirmed that Song Zechen would not turn his face ruthlessly.

"That's not sure." Song Zechen replied reflexively.

"Tch." Min Yunqi snorted coldly, stopped talking and then sighed.

"what happened?"

"I forgot what I wanted to tell you. I'll talk about it when I think about it." He waved his hand and left gracefully, planning to hide the dried flower where the other party couldn't find it.

Song Zechen was about to go to the production room, and bumped into Tian Zhengguo who was waiting there.

"I came to ask you to practice piano?" Tian Zhengguo greeted him.

"How long have you been waiting, why don't you tell me anything." Song Zechen worried that he would be dumbfounded and wait here.

"Not long ago, I just went upstairs after dinner."

"Are you drinking?" Tian Zhengguo's nose was very sharp, and he smelled it immediately after sniffing the air.

"Ah."

"Then let me spray some perfume on you." Tian Zhengguo miraculously took out a small bottle of perfume from his pocket.

"Why do you still carry it with you?"

Song Zechen actually wanted to refuse, but when he saw Tian Zhengguo's lively and clean eyes, he closed his mouth, comforting himself that if he sprayed it, he would meet a stupid butterfly again.

"I put it in my pocket before I went out, thinking that I would be sweaty indoors after dancing." Tian Zhengguo was proud of his foresight.

"You despise them first." Song Zechen moved a piano chair and placed it next to the original chair, lifted the piano cover and knocked a few notes at random, "Is your body able to carry this dance?"

Tian Zhengguo sat down obediently.

In fact, Song Zechen also knew that it was unnecessary for him to ask this question, because Tian Zhengguo would definitely deny it if he had something to do. As expected, Tian Zhengguo shook his head cheerfully: "I'm fine."

Song Zechen stopped talking, and moved a little distance away to signal Tian Zhengguo to show himself the results of the practice: "Look at it."

For some reason, Tian Zhengguo was a little nervous, let out a small breath, opened the score and started to play.His clean eyes drooped, a little uneasy at first, and then became more and more smooth, completely sinking into it,

Song Zechen stared at his sharp-edged face, his thoughts drifted from the crisp piano music to unknown memories.

Tian Zhengguo is a very serious kid.

Even though he is now in his early twenties and looks like a young man, Song Zechen is still willing to call him a child.

As a child, he accompanied him to witness his growth, but he longed for him to be a happy child forever, not to be saddened by the ups and downs of adults for the rest of his life.

Tian Zhengguo's world is very simple. He shines on the stage, sweats off the stage, fights with people around him, and looks at the world with longing eyes with a transparent and pure heart.

But even with such a simple content, Song Zechen often regrets Tian Zhengguo's demands on himself, his higher than ordinary people's standard line, his metamorphosis to the standard textbook stage, all his gnashing of teeth and tears.

What makes Song Zechen really sad is that he is not qualified to tell Tian Zhengguo that you can relax a little bit on yourself, no one is qualified, that is Tian Zhengguo's bottom line.

"I'm done playing, how is it?" Tian Zhengguo asked for praise with staring eyes.

"It's great, I've made great progress, I can see that I have squeezed time to practice." Song Zechen only listened to a part and felt the other party's hard work.

"Then you come! I want to hear from you." Tian Zhengguo gave way excitedly, leaning forward to look forward to Song Zechen's work.

Song Zechen's fingertips rested on the black and white keys for a moment, hesitating for a moment, and finished screening the music in his mind, a string of smooth notes.

Tian Zhengguo immediately smiled.

Black hair and white clothes, Bach's well-balanced temperament, new tunes are constantly added in the process of advancement, and finally the ending becomes the original tune.

Going around and going back to when we first met.

"As expected, listening to anyone's music is not as strong as your playing it to me." After Song Zechen finished the song, Tian Zhengguo played a simple nursery rhyme with one hand on his chin.

The piano class between the two of them was actually very boring. Song Zechen sat next to Tian Zhengguo and raised it after he made a mistake. He took a mobile phone to record a good clip and discussed it with Tian Zhengguo after the end.

But the two of them enjoyed it, and Tian Zhengguo suddenly lowered his head and asked questions.

"I heard that the letter you wrote to Brother Shuozhen is very romantic, and I want it too."

"Then what am I yours?"

With his unconsciously cute tone, he shook Song Zechen's clothes with one free hand, pestering for a warm fairy tale answer like he just came to Seoul at the age of 15.

Song Zechen thought for a long time, but couldn't give an innovative answer.

It's my rose, my little prince, who brave the thorns and wait for the protection of the sunset together.

It is my gold, so dazzling that it makes me proud.

It is my distant fireworks. Watching the grand but silent fireworks in the distance, watching your splendor from afar is enough to make me satisfied and heartbroken.

"It's my little friend."

Song Zechen pretended not to care about Tian Zhengguo's threatening eyes.

It is the person who I would like to hold up to the sky if I saw it. It is extremely precious, and I want to love the little rabbit who is farther than the moon.

"I know you definitely want to talk about a child. You changed it to a child because you were afraid that I would be angry, but I am an adult now."

Tian Zhengguo emphasized "my lord" pretending to be open-minded, with an air of complacency.

Song Zechen stretched his eyebrows.

Then please be a little adult who always walks in sunny days.

It happened to be a sunny day outside the window, and there were a few clouds floating in the blue sky. Even though he loved the night, he had to admit that the good weather of the blue sky and the day made the balloons in his heart fly.

At this moment, Min Yunqi's text message came in:

"I remember what I was about to ask."

"How about my solo song after listening to it?"

"We're all going to release a song, why don't you give it to me?"

Urging tone, false complaints.

Song Zechen comfortably straightened his legs sitting on the piano chair. When he was a child, he was troubled by not being able to step on the pedals. Now he can easily achieve it. Ding ding dong dong accompanied by Tian Zhengguo's piano sound, he clicked to send:

"Let's turn a seesaw into a bench together."