[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Adjust the mood and return from the trip, the trailer is released, the mv is released, and we look forward to seeing you again.

End Answer.

The end of a series, the beginning of a series.

When Song Zechen woke up in the morning, the sky outside had just turned pale. He tossed and turned and found it difficult to fall asleep again. He moved the stool to the window sill to watch the crowds in the street in the distance gradually surge. Tian Zhengguo, who had finished his morning exercise, had quietly brought him a cup of coffee.

"Anyway, let's watch comics when we're bored." Park Jimin patted the extra seat beside the sofa.

In fact, it's not boring, it's probably just trying to relieve the unavoidable tension before the comeback.

Song Zechen grabbed a pillow and sat cross-legged on the sofa.The scent of their refreshing lemony body wash is like a lush summer forest growing in the sun.

Song Zechen carefully looked at the cover of the comic - "Slam Dunk", because of the busy life and the length of the serial, the two of them have not finished reading it intermittently.

"It's the last one." Park Jimin raised the book in his hand with a big smile.

Anyone who has witnessed and accompanied the passage of time will always leave a small place in their hearts for it.

Quickly scroll through the past.

The high-five of Rukawa Kaede and Sakuragi Hanamichi made Xiangbei stop at the top eight in the country.

"Is it gone?" Park Jimin felt lost, "Oh..."

"This is the best ending." Song Zechen closed the book, "If you continue to advance all the way, you will fall into a cliché."

"Zechen, Jimin, let's go to the rehearsal." Jin Nanjun greeted them at the door.

"Ah, bro, wait for us." Park Jimin hurriedly found that his clothes hadn't been changed, and rushed to his room.

Song Zechen smiled and explained to Jin Nanjun who was waiting with his head poking around, got up and cleaned up the coffee table in the living room, and was held by Park Jimin who was rushing out.

"It's not finished yet."

"We'll talk about it when we come back." Park Jimin didn't turn his head, "But when we come back, we'll definitely fall asleep after we're exhausted."

Song Zechen followed the steps helplessly, and when he turned his head, the last "Slam Dunk" was lying quietly on the coffee table, the cover was shining, and the slightly warped corners were blurred.

Come back and clean it up.

He thought so.

The rehearsal started in the afternoon, the first live of the new album and new song will be shown at the Seoul concert first, and they are rehearsing intensively.

Song Zechen had to perform his own solo song for the first time, and Cody got a butterfly tattoo on it after a long time. This time, Kim Tae-jung and Tian Zhengguo didn't have a chance to make trouble, and Cody secretly finished the decoration before they found out.

After the two of them found out, they complained angrily, including Park Jimin who thought it was his turn to draw butterflies on Song Zechen's hand.

One by one, the abacus was played extremely loudly, but it was all broken into dregs by Cody's ruthlessness.

It is his mentality that his own songs are always inferior to others because he hears them until he vomits.

Taking advantage of the rehearsal process of other members, he enthusiastically mingled with the backing dancers to back up the solo songs by Tian Zhengguo, Min Yunqi and others. All my strength was exhausted.

"Calm down a bit, what if I lose my strength and smash my dance?" Sun Chengde almost poked his index finger on Song Zechen's forehead.

Song Zechen stuck out his tongue awkwardly.

His choreography needs to show agility in order to show the dancing of butterflies, and once he finds that he has no strength, he often tries to make the movements in place, which in turn enhances the sense of strength but ignores the sense of lightness.

It has to be said that Sun Chengde still knows him very well.

It was noisy until evening, and the sound of entering the venue one after another from the front could be heard in the backstage, and the concert began.

Burn with all your might, sweat under spotlights and bomb lights converging into a sea.

He blocked the too dazzling neon lights, looked down the stage, and was satisfied with just a glance.

Jin Nanjun beckoned him over to hold hands and bow to the curtain call. The several hours of concert passed quickly in exhaustion.

Song Zechen usually has to go through a short period of buffering after the concert to recover. The noise of the stage and the vibration of the sound will make his heart beat uncomfortably after calming down.

He was sitting on the sofa, wiping his sweat while browsing the information on his mobile phone casually.Suddenly it was dark all around, and the star lights in series were lit.

"We have prepared an event."

It was Tian Zhengguo's voice, which seemed a little nervous.

The staff backed out intimately, and all the coughs cleared their throats.

Song Zechen was at a loss, his head was empty, and he didn't know what happened.

After a long time, he suddenly realized that the event should be related to him.

He put down his phone and got up slowly.

A group of people pushed and shoved at the door, holding very small cakes, and the light of candles danced in the dark.

For some reason, he felt a strange electric shock, and his fingers trembled slightly with tension.

After standing still for a while, he finally walked towards them, obviously only a short distance away, and he walked solemnly and piously.

They were singing to him, the song "Eden" he had given him for his birthday, and the line "Let's get lost in the garden of Eden."

Let's fall into the Garden of Eden together.

The high pitch of this song is very high, and several people are fishing in troubled waters with head voice and high pitch that kind people can hear, making even those who sing well can't breathe steadily, laughing until they break their voices.A good ballad became torn apart, and the gentle and soothing artistic conception was completely destroyed, and these people, without any guilt, vowed to destroy the song to the end, laughing and waiting for Song Zechen to come to them and stand side by side with them.

All the noise, cheers, laughter and crying disappeared in his mind, and the world in his ears was silent, which made his vision more sensitive, and the mischievous smiling faces of the seven big boys gradually became clear, as if drawn out of a movie. long shot.

It's just such a long way.

It seems that time has peeled off the layers of coats layer by layer, revealing the face it once had.

Back before the concert, they jokingly joked about the boss who was about to be tortured crazy. After a while, Ami will hear the news of their contract extension for seven years.

Going back to the snow-covered plateau stretching for thousands of miles, the Buddha was merciful and sent back the love he longed for all his life.

Going back to the salty tears and sweat on the stage at the end of the year, snow fell on his shoulders as soon as he went out, and someone quietly took his hand amidst the sound of fireworks all over the sky.

Going back to him looking for candies in a wide variety of shops, there must be beautiful candy wrappers, the sweetest taste in the world, and his heavy love.In this way, after passing through the busy streets, he can be given to those who are waiting for him at the end.

Going back to when he won the first place for the first time, he was surrounded by people hugging the trophy and receiving all the kisses. That was their eternal love.

In the end, he regressed back to before his debut, his face was still green.The quiet boy opened the door, and when he looked up, he found seven pairs of eyes looking at him in unison.

Some people will continue to indulge in what they are doing, and occasionally pretend to casually glance at him.Some people would throw away the notebooks in their hands, happily jump on his back, and rub his cheeks affectionately.Some people will look at this place with a smile, their eyes are indulgent and gentle.

What should his reaction be?

Impatient, joyful, happy, silent, smiling...

Such subtle emotions would appear on the face of the half-aged but overly mature boy, and then he gently took the hands of the people around him, and we all crowded together on the dilapidated sofa that the company bought from nowhere, feeling unbearable. He screamed heavily.

Song Zechen finally stood in front of them.

He tilted his head, his eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons with a smile, and the Milky Way water was flowing quietly there.

"I thought you were going to cry?" Zheng Haoxi pinched his earlobe.

"I laughed when I saw you." Song Zechen's voice was soft and slightly raised, like a butterfly flying in the palm of his hand.

"Anyway, we've sung so many songs today, we just wanted to sing this one by the way."

Min Yunqi's tone was exactly the same as "the gift was picked up on the road".

Jin Taeyi immediately came out to disrupt the situation: "Don't listen to Brother Yunqi, I saw him secretly practicing for a long time that day."

"Blow out the candles." Tian Zhengguo urged, "When you see the cake, make a wish."

Song Zechen closed his eyes, and there was a small cluster of orange-yellow warm light and a small halo in the darkness in front of him.

Without any wish, all the pictures are suddenly connected in my heart.

He will stoop, blow out a small candle, and open his eyes to see great expanses of contiguous brightness and everything he likes.

Maybe even get a hug.

Then play lively, then rest, get up, practice...

Ordinary and shining every day in the sameness.

Young manga always has an ending, but we never end.