[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"Grandpa, for the Chinese New Year, you leave your grandson and go skiing in Switzerland by yourself, are you embarrassed?"

"Grandpa, it's New Year's Eve, you should be less angry."

"Grandpa, it's Chinese New Year, why are you still scolding me?"

"Grandpa, it's the Chinese New Year, there's nothing you can't live with."

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Song Zechen had already talked on the phone for half an hour in the sentence pattern of "Grandpa, it's New Year's Eve".Thanks to an unknown ancestor who concentrated his wisdom and created the universal sentence "big Chinese New Year's" which gave him the opportunity to overcome all difficulties and argue with his grandfather during this big Chinese New Year.

Bypassing the winding alleys, the doors of the shops on the street are closed, and the smell of gunpowder smoke from burning firecrackers remains in the air.

Stepping on the red paper fragments left by firecrackers all over the floor, Song Zechen opened the distance between his ears and the microphone, and took the phone away.

The old man's angry voice came from the receiver: "Stinky boy, the housekeeping aunt said that there was something missing in the house, so she thought that a thief had entered and called me in a hurry. Who else would the thief be besides you? You almost moved all the things at home.

Song Zechen lowered his head to look at the large and small bags in his hands. Because of the heavy load, a strangle mark was formed on the palm of his hand, and his fingers were congested with blood.

"Touched" his nose, ignored the old man's anger, and cleared his throat: "Grandpa, it's Chinese New Year, the signal is not good, so I hung up."

After walking a long way, he stopped and looked up. The building in front of him was pitch black and stood quietly, except for a faint light on the third floor.

Zheng Haoxi stayed alone in the dormitory, cleaning everything inside and out to remove the old and welcome the new.

At the end of 2013, BTS participated in four award ceremonies including the Seoul Music Awards and Melon with good results, and won the Rookie Award, which is a good answer for this year.

As the year approaches, the company is on holiday.The members all packed their luggage and went back to their respective homes to find their mothers.Min Yunqi, who had a tense relationship with his family, also returned to Daegu at the strong request of his brother at home, but Zheng Haoxi chose to stay in the dormitory because of family affairs.

The doorbell rang.

Zheng Haoxi walked to the door a little nervously, who else would come at this time, the bad guys who celebrate the Chinese New Year should also go to the Chinese New Year and won't come to trouble anyone.Through the cat's eyes, a boy wearing a peaked cap and a black down jacket stood at the door.

open the door.

"Dangdang, Xiao Song's New Year's customized takeaway, would Mr. Xiao Zheng want a copy?"

Song Zechen moved away the big bag in front of him to reveal his pretty eyebrows, and buried the lower half of his face in the scarf, making his face even smaller.

Zheng Haoxi smiled heart-shaped unconsciously, and quickly stepped back a few steps to greet Song Zechen to enter the door.

"Why did you come here suddenly? Shouldn't you be at home for the New Year at this time?"

"There is no one at home, thinking that my brother just happened to be in the dormitory, and I came to you by myself."

"have you eaten?"

"Not yet." Song Zechen brushed off the snowflakes on his body at the door, worried about dirtying the clean floor in the room, so he slowly approached the room to hang up his clothes.

"Then let's eat together."

Zheng Haoxi rushed to the refrigerator in the kitchen to take out the side dishes that had been refrigerated before. While heating the dishes in the microwave, he dug out the scented candles he bought a long time ago from the room, and moved out the dusty radio.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he finally adjusted the channel, clicked the button, and the melodious blues sounded, and a husky female voice sang softly and emotionally in a language he could not understand.

The two sat face to face at the dining table in such a romantic and cozy atmosphere, with flickering candles and melodious singing, delicately holding a knife and fork, and putting a napkin on their lap, extremely elegant and dignified——

Eating kimchi.

"Brother, if I hadn't come, you would have planned to eat these. You must have had a rough time this year." Song Zechen casually flipped a few times with a fork, revealing a little disgust.

"It's troublesome to be alone, isn't it you who are here?"

Zheng Haoxi scratched his head in embarrassment, and quickly increased his voice to increase his confidence.

"Besides, don't underestimate this kimchi, okay? This is a specialty of our Gwangju, and it was specially sent to me by my mother!"

"Go, go, go."

Song Zechen took out lunch boxes one by one from the bag, all of which were collected from the refrigerator of his grandfather's house: beef sauce, fried pork, rice cake soup

"Do you want to eat?"

"You are too capitalist." Zheng Haoxi stared at Song Zechen dumbfounded, like a Doraemon constantly digging out things.

"How can you look at me like that, am I that kind of person?"

He looked down at the kimchi in his bowl, then at the dishes Song Zechen brought, and made a decision according to his heart without hesitation.

"eat!"

Song Zechen was about to take back the lunch box and decided to accompany Zheng Haoxi to recall bitterness and sweetness and eat kimchi:

The two of them actually ate a not-so-rich dinner for about an hour. After the meal, the two of them slumped on the sofa to relax, the TV was playing the Chinese New Year special noisily, and several comedians were still working hard.

"Oh, right!"

Zheng Haoxi seemed to remember something, jumped down and put on his slippers and walked into the room, and came out with a beautifully wrapped gift box after a while.

"Zechen, Happy New Year! This is a gift for you."

"Oh?" Song Zechen hurriedly stood up, wiped the sweat from his palms on his trouser legs, and took it with both hands.

"I thought my brother would give me a red envelope."

"The tradition in our family is to give gifts instead of red envelopes." Zheng Haoxi replied.

In fact, it's nonsense, and you will spend it on us if you give you a red envelope, so it's better to give you a gift.

All the supplies in the dormitory are shared by everyone, but after all, they don’t have a lot of money, and they haven’t made much money since their debut.Song Zechen often transfers his pocket money to subsidize the family, no matter how much he persuades him, he can't persuade him, not to mention that Song Zechen usually treats him when he goes out with such a big appetite.

"Take it apart and see if you like it." Zheng Haoxi stretched out his chin to signal Song Zechen to open it and have a look.

"You don't need to look at it to know that you will like it very much." Song Zechen said while unpacking the gift box with a smile.

is a ring.

"This is the ring that I won as a prize when I participated in the dance competition for the first time. I have collected it for many years and I like it very much."

"Ah, that has a different meaning, I can't accept it." Song Zechen stopped unwrapping the gift, intending to unwrap the gift box and pass it to Zheng Haoxi.

Zheng Haoxi pressed Song Zechen's hand: "Take it away, I want to give it to you because the meaning is different."

"really?"

Song Zechen didn't refuse any more. At this moment, he was completely like a child who hadn't grown up. His smile was like a spring full of dimples. He turned around on Zheng Haoxi's body, holding the ring in his palm again like a treasure, Yingying was born Hui, eyebrows flying, overflowing with joy.

Zheng Haoxi is satisfied and soft-hearted, why are you so stupid, you are so happy when you receive a little favor from others.

If Song Zechen heard his innermost thoughts, he would definitely refute him: Zheng Haoxi's ambition in dance is unmatched, even if he is regarded as a member of rapline, it is obvious that dance will always be his self-esteem that cannot be challenged.So it was even more rare for him to give this gift.

"like"

"It's a bit small." Song Zechen tried to put the ring on his finger, but the size didn't match. The little finger and the ring finger were too big, and the other fingers couldn't fit in. After finally putting it on the ring finger, the ring finger was tightly strangled and almost couldn't be taken off.

"Ah, I forgot that it was my old thing, and now it doesn't fit me anymore, what should I do?" Zheng Haoxi leaned closer to take a look, but Song Zechen thought he would take this opportunity to take back the present, so he quickly clenched his fist and recited it. Hide behind.

"It's okay bro, I'll just find a chain and string it on as a necklace."

Zheng Haoxi was a little helpless.

"But I didn't prepare a gift?" Song Zechen realized that he misunderstood Zheng Haoxi's meaning, and relaxed embarrassedly, scratching his head, coming to the dormitory on a whim and completely unprepared.

"No, your existence is a gift."

"Brother Kuaren is the only one who can say this, Tian Tian told the maknae that it's my turn now." Song Zechen waved his hand, apparently not taking this sentence as the truth, but just blurting it out as a courtesy.

Zheng Haoxi curled his lips at Song Zechen who was obsessed with playing with the ring, regretting that he always said this sentence in the past. It was obviously the truth and was misunderstood as a joke. It seems that next time he will customize a compliment exclusively for Song Zechen up.

Of course, Zheng Haoxi’s uncleared web browsing records were unintentionally discovered by his teammates in the future-"What are some sincere words", "What are the wonderful rainbow farts you have heard", "What are the best love words", etc. Secretly fell in love, and no one knew the reason for this.

Holding a pillow cross-legged watching TV variety shows, occasionally laughing.This is the most comfortable way for Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi to get along, and it is not awkward to deliberately provoke the topic.

Two different ringtones rang at the same time, and the two looked at each other. The phone interface showed that Jin Nanjun had started a voice call in the group chat.

"Did everyone have a good holiday?" Kim Tae-joo's iconic subwoofer sounded.

"I lived with Zechen in a two-person world." Zheng Haoxi said triumphantly, putting Song Zechen on the shoulder.

"Ah Ze, why are you in the dormitory?" Tian Zhengguo made a sound of putting down a heavy object, presumably he was helping with housework.

"Because I thought we, Brother Haoxi, ran over here."

There was a retching sound from the other end of the phone.

Song Zechen immediately recognized whose voice it was: "Brother Shuozhen seems to have eaten too much after returning home, and even this makes him feel like vomiting. I will report this situation to my manager brother after returning to the company. I am waiting for your salad green grass." Set meal."

"Zechen, you are so cruel, I was wrong." Jin Shuo, who was on the opposite side, was really flexible and quickly begged for mercy.

There was a burst of laughter, and one could almost imagine the man fainting from laughter, no need to think, it must be Park Jimin.

The eight people chattered about their recent knowledge, and they could guess each other's status through the radio waves. A short phone call erased the unfamiliarity that had not been seen for a few days.

"I gained a lot of weight when I got home, and I have to lose weight again when I go back to work."

"Live in the moment and eat as much as you want. Life is about enjoying."

"My classmates say I've become handsome."

"I received a lot of red envelopes when I went home. Brother Nian will treat you to dinner."

Song Zechen listened quietly, feeling that his mood was taking off leisurely like a balloon blown up, feeling unreasonably happy like being paralyzed by alcohol.

"Oh? It's almost twelve o'clock." Min Yunqi reminded.

Song Zechen pulled Zheng Haoxi to the window sill, he rolled up his sleeves, looked at the watch and counted down silently in his heart.

Three, two, one.

When the New Year's bell rang, thousands of fireworks bloomed in the sky of Seoul on time, bursting out radiant stars, and condensed golden fragments in Song Zechen's eyes.

The voices of eight people, big or small, cheerful or gentle, overlapped;

"Happy New Year."

With the dazzling brilliance of the sky as the background, Song Zechen and Zheng Haoxi smiled at each other.

"Happy New Year!"

They shouted to each other in the sound of huge fireworks.