[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen completely stayed in the composition room.

I picked up my luggage and stuffed it into toiletries, spare parts, etc., packed it up and lived in that small room.

And for good enough reasons: he had songs to write and time was tight.

The debut plan was told that it was about the campus. Song Zechen had seen the works submitted by other people, and many of them were critical of campus life and dissatisfied with the status quo of education.

Song Zechen felt bald.

I took the traditional, serious and good student way, how should I write songs?

Entanglement is entanglement, but I still can't be vague about the tune.

Song Zechen first produced the beat by inspiration. As for the lyrics, he cleverly avoided other people's themes and focused on writing "dreams", which worked out well.

It's no different from normal life.

He usually only met them in the practice room during class, he nodded and smiled, no matter how others reacted, he just treated them like other trainees.

Be at peace with each other.

It's just that Jin Nanjun asked him privately if he could go back to live, and Song Zechen smiled and replied that he wanted to write a song.

He also picked up a piece of hair that fell off his clothes, and shook it in front of Kim Namjoon, looking distressed, and complained in a low voice about the hair that fell out recently because of these things.

Impeccable tone, irrefutable explanation.

Song Zechen pretended not to see the other people who were hesitant to speak.He is generous and calm, and even makes a few people detour when they see him.

On the way, Li Xiuxiong came to say hello to him: "Zechen, I have moved into your dormitory."

Song Zechen nodded, thinking of something: "Brother Xiuxiong, do you have a place to live in the dormitory? Sleep on my bed first, I'm Zhengguo's top bunk. I've been sleeping in the composition room for a long time and I won't go back. "

Song Zechen joined the company earlier than Li Xiuxiong, so he can be regarded as his senior trainee.I don't talk much on weekdays, but the friendship is not bad.

Noticed Li Xiuxiong's hesitation.

He patted the other party's shoulder and smiled and added: "Brother, don't pay too much attention to these details. If I don't live there, it's a waste to keep the bed. It's better to live in it. Don't worry, I will say hello to Brother Namjoon and mention it." About this matter, brother, go to sleep with peace of mind, everyone is very nice, don't think too much."

Li Xiuxiong nodded hesitantly, but agreed: "Thank you Zechen."

"It's okay, it should be. Brother, I'll go first." Song Zechen waved his hand and turned around.

Song Zechen is best at whitewashing peace.As long as he is willing, it is a piece of cake to play with courtesy and courtesy.

This is a talent that Song Zechen has had since he was a child.When encountering unhappy things, no matter whether others are unhappy or he is unhappy, after the quarrel, he will let his soul float in mid-air to examine everything just now from the perspective of God. After careful consideration, it seems that there is nothing to care about, and he regains his perfect state smiley.

Because it has no emotions, it can be invulnerable.

Returning to the small world again, Song Zechen rested his face in his hands and stared out the window in a daze.

Unknown flowers bloomed in the yard, because it was too far away to see the species clearly, only a few sporadic red mixed in a large greenery.

The nib stayed on the paper for a long time, and a large ink blot appeared.

"There are unknown flowers blooming in the yard, I don't know if you have them there,

But I heard that the city you live in is boring..."

Song Zechen snorted lightly, and scratched out with a pen: I'm writing nonsense, who else would be more boring than me now.

"Dong dong dong" someone knocked on the door, interrupting his thoughts.

Tian Zhengguo got into a chubby head, probed into it: "Aze."

Rubbing his hands awkwardly, he took the drinks and snacks that Song Zechen handed him.

Song Zechen's studio always keeps these little things, the purpose is to entertain Kim Tae-jung and Tian Zhengguo who often come to the door.In the past, they sat on the only soft chair in the room and watched Song Zechen's creation with great interest. Occasionally, when they were excited, they would jump up and down to harass him to stop him from being busy.Song Zechen sat on the cold bench, smiled helplessly, his brows softened, and he had no temper at all.

Same person, different state of mind.Tian Zhengguo is no longer wanton and presumptuous, but has a feeling of apprehension.Although he knew that Song Zechen would not give him a cold face, he still felt a little sad.

He pushed the snacks to one side of the table, told himself not to forget the business of today, and encouraged himself several times to muster up his courage.

"Aze, are you angry with us recently?"

Song Zechen paused his hand looking for the cushion, straightened his waist, and raised a smile of unknown meaning: "Me? You?"

You see, I'm excluded again.

The eyes of the child in front of him were clear and clear, without any impurities, as clean as a lake.

Forget it, Song Zechen chuckled lightly.

Why am I competing with him here.

"Aze, are you angry?" Seeing that Song Zechen didn't answer, Tian Zhengguo persistently repeated the question.

"No."

Before he finished speaking, Tian Zhengguo stretched out his hand in front of Song Zechen, and shook his little finger.

"Do you remember what we agreed to when I quarreled with you last time?"

"Be honest. Feelings can't stand the drain."

Song Zechen was stunned. He didn't expect Tian Zhenghui to chat with him about that matter, and his memory turned back to the memory of the last Cold War.

It feels like a long time has passed since I spoke that night, and if I count the time carefully, it turns out that it has been a year.

It seems that there is such an agreement.

"You won't forget, right? How can you forget? You can't count your words!" Tian Zhengguo became anxious, his tone raised involuntarily, and he quickly got off his chair, stood up and approached Song Zechen.

"Guoer, I'm not angry with you."

"Then you are angry with others, right?" Tian Zhengguo changed his normal routine and keenly grasped Song Zechen's ambiguity about the person, staring at Song Zechen stubbornly like a stubborn child waiting for an answer.

The young man in front of him lowered his eyes, dotted with small moles of tears, freehand like ink and wash, adding a bit of flair.

Song Zechen was dumb, pursed his lips, tilted his head slightly, and answered after a while.

"Yes."

This may be the first time that Song Zechen has expressed his feelings so bluntly, without concealing his inner thoughts.

"Oh, what should we do then?" Tian Zhengguo was in a hurry, bursting out the little milk voice that hadn't fully passed the voice change period.

Song Zechen was amused by Tian Zhengguo's slightly upbeat cute tone, and asked back, "Yes, what should we do then?"

Tian Zhengguo was stunned, and stroked the little hair on his head: "I don't know."

Song Zechen was completely amused. It was the first day after the rain, his brows were stretched out, as clear as dewdrops, and dimples reappeared.

Intertwined the little finger with Tian Zhengguo's little finger that was still in mid-air, and touched the thumb to stamp the seal.

"I've been honest with you, haven't I? So I still abide by our agreement."

The deep and melodious voice, the gentle and serene tone, fell lightly on the heart of the person, as if carrying the breath of green grass under the sun, rich and fragrant.

"It seems to be the case." Tian Zhengguo scratched his head, rationalized the logic, and could not refute.

"Okay, is there anything else? If not, go get busy. Don't you have to hand in a song recently? Have you finished writing it?"

"No...no..."

"Then go."

Tian Zhengguo was dazed and pushed out by Song Zechen stuffed with a hand of candy, and only found himself being surrounded by Song Zechen in the corridor.

what the hell.

He puffed up his cheeks, stared back at the closed door, and stamped his feet in chagrin.

Being coaxed like a child again.

This time, it was not only Tian Zhengguo's own wish, but also that of other people in the dormitory.

After the dormitory calmed down and discussed for a long time, they realized how unfair the treatment of Song Zechen was.The most innocent person accepts the most indifferent encounter, is it because Song Zechen is always smiling that he can accept all the indifference for granted?

They wanted to reconcile, but Song Zechen's attitude caused them to hit a wall one after another. In the end, they unanimously launched Tian Zhengguo to test Song Zechen's reaction. The reason was that, as Song Zechen's only younger brother here, Song Zechen had always been responsive to Tian Zhengguo's requests, and he was reluctant to say a harsh word to him.

Song Zechen's reaction made Tian Zhengguo feel scared. He still treated them in the same way as before, but his animal-like sensitivity made him vaguely perceive that Song Zechen's attitude towards them was different.

Even softer, but farther away.

This feeling was like the mirror in the bathroom that was covered with mist after taking a bath. He tried desperately to wipe it, but soon the mirror was covered with mist again. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

He looked at the flowers in the fog, and wanted to wave and shout to Song Zechen in the mirror, but Song Zechen ignored him and walked further and further away without looking back.

Spreading out his palms, it was a bunch of colorful candies that Song Zechen stuffed for him before he left, with various flavors.

Tian Zhengguo peeled off a plum candy and put it in his mouth, the astringency spread quickly on the tip of his tongue, making him frowned.