[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Tian Zhengguo has been in a bad state recently.

The high-pitched voice sang very reluctantly, and when it came to my own part, the first reaction was hesitation.Everyone understands that he is not because of immature skills, but because of mentality.

In the practice room, Vocalline is training vocal music.Tian Zhengguo stepped forward to sing hesitantly.

The frown between the vocal teacher's brows became deeper and deeper.

Go up a few scales.Tian Zhengguo broke his voice.

He seemed to wake up from a dream before he realized that he came here to sing and he sang very badly. Kim Tae-joo and Park Jimin looked at each other and glanced at the teacher uneasily.

Just as the vocal music teacher was about to open his mouth, Song Zechen stepped forward and bowed to him: "Teacher, you have worked hard, take a rest first, it is a waste of your time now."

The vocal music teacher looked at Song Zechen with scrutiny, but Song Zechen didn't get up and bent even lower.

"Okay, let's adjust as soon as possible."

No names were named, but everyone knew it.

Tian Zhengguo knew that Song Zechen would definitely come to talk to him, but he couldn't guess what Song Zechen would say to him, so the way Song Zechen just came out of the production room with the score in his hand and glasses made him feel a little nervous.

"You know what I want to talk to you about." Song Zechen went straight to the point.

"Hmm." Tian Zhengguo responded sullenly.

"When can it be adjusted?"

"me"

Tian Zhengguo wanted to tell him that he couldn't adjust, and when he reached the c position, those people's words would appear in his mind, "Why does Tian Zhengguo take up so much weight" and "take away all the parts from his brothers", he will never Can't take it for granted to sing smoothly.

He bowed his head in silence.

"Do you still want to stay?"

Song Zechen's last sliver of patience was worn away in the silent silence. Long-term fatigue made his emotions like an active volcano that was about to erupt, making him irrational at all.

"I gave you so many parts because you are competent, what do you want to do so much?"

"Then I don't want it anymore." Tian Zhengguo pouted his neck in anger.

"Do you think you are the only one being scolded? Everyone is scolded here?"

Song Zechen became even more angry when he heard it, took out his mobile phone and quickly searched and read:

"Is Song Zechen dead today?"

"Song Zechen will go to the funeral at c."

"Song Zechen"

"There are many similar words, and I can read them all for you. Let me tell you that you are not the only one being scolded, but I haven't seen someone scolded to your state yet."

"Ace, what are you doing?"

Tian Zhengguo's voice became weeping, and he didn't like this kind of comforting method, even though he knew that Song Zechen wanted to "force" him to face the reality in a simple and rude way, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, accepting the price of becoming an idol earlier.But he couldn't accept that Song Zechen used this method of self-harm to wake him up.

"Zhengguo." Song Zechen's voice trembled, "We don't have time to wait for you to recover."

How many pairs of eyes are staring at them, there are many performances in October, if Tian Zhengguo can't get rid of the nightmare as soon as possible, the next bad reviews will be even more terrifying.

He paused: "Is it not so uncomfortable to hear that you are not the only one being scolded? There are a lot of people scolding me on the Internet, and there are all kinds of words. If you want to hear it, I can read it all for you."

"Song Zechen, are you sick?" Tian Zhengguo shouted in a low voice.

He stood up and slammed Song Zechen away forcefully. Song Zechen was unprepared and was forced to take a few steps back, and the paper in his hand fluttered down.

"boom"

It was Tian Zhengguo's angry closing of the door.

Song Zechen stood still for a long time, looking down at the scattered A4 papers on the ground.

He squatted down sluggishly, packing up the papers mechanically, and suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he found a bloodstain on his hand by the sharp edge of the A4 paper.

He slowly raised his hand to wipe off the oozing blood, but found that there was always a steady stream of new blood coming out.A wave of exhaustion after hysteria hit him, he sat down and crossed his legs, the curtain was blown up and down by the wind, covering his whole body, he hid under the curtain without saying a word.

"How's your study going?"

Since his debut, Fang Shihe has communicated with the members more often in order to know the latest situation of the members. Song Zechen, who is about to take the college entrance examination, has become a key monitoring target.

"It's okay." Song Zechen said concisely.

Fang Shihe took a sip of coffee, and Song Zechen, who was facing him, had dark circles around his eye sockets, a slightly hunched waist, and a thin body, staring at the hot coffee in his hand without taking his eyes off it.

Nothing "okay" about it.

Fang Shihe felt very uncomfortable, he cleared his throat:

"You have also seen the online talk about our album buyback, right?"

This is probably the reason people are afraid of being famous. In the past, when no one knew about it, they were encouraged and praised. Once they became famous, a group of mad dogs began to stare at them and bite people. repurchased.They have become the existence that everyone shouts and beats on all major forums, and any fan who comes in can step on it.

"Notorious", scolding them seems to be a matter of course.

"I've already talked to Namjoon."

"You must be steady recently."

Song Zechen buried his face deeply in his palm, he didn't bother to pay attention to Fang Shihe's reaction.He took a few heavy breaths to let the air enter his lungs so that he would not feel suffocated.There was something choked in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound, the fine and dense stinging pain rushed to hit his mind, stirring in his flesh and blood.

It was the first time that Fang Shihe saw Song Zechen so powerless to hide any dejection.

"it is good."

Song Zechen almost murmured this reply from his chest.Looking up and returning to calm, if it weren't for the red corners of his eyes, Fang Shihe would almost think that his previous performance was his own illusion, and Song Zechen had been chatting and laughing with him all the time.

Song Zechen deliberately avoided Fang Shihe's worried gaze, got up and pulled away the chair: "I'll go first."

Not giving Fang Shihe a chance to keep him, he left the room in three steps.

Tian Zhengguo wandered outside for a whole day, from noon to dusk to late night, he walked tirelessly holding his breath, passed through the crowd and through the park, stopped occasionally, stopped and walked, and moved on after a while.

When he finally stopped, the pain from the soles of his feet reminded him how far he had gone.All the pent-up breath was gone.

Time to go home.

After returning home, I have to apologize to my brothers, adjust my state, and not disappoint the people who like me.

He made up his mind.

It was very late, and they had only become famous not long ago, so those reporters would not be able to hear the news around the clock for the time being.

The night was thick and melted the sharply defined scenery of the day.Tian Zhengguo gradually became familiar with the building in front of him. He looked around and hesitated to choose a path to go home.

He, Song Zechen, and Park Jimin discovered this road by accident when they first moved. At that time, Kim Tae-jin volunteered to lead the way, but they got "lost" as expected. They went around and found this secret path.The road is winding, with convenience stores that have long been closed on both sides, and the light bulbs at the door emit a dim light. There is no light in this distance. Tian Zhengguo quickly walked through the darkness, only one step away from the dim light of the street lamp in the distance .

Tian Zhengguo stepped on that boundary, and felt a strange sense of pleasure like a childish game he played as a child, as if he had accomplished some great challenge.He repeatedly bounced on either side of the thread, switching back and forth between darkness and light.

A gust of wind blew, and he tightened his coat to feel the chill. He was about to stop the game and turn around to go home. The next second, he raised his eyes to look forward and froze in place.

Song Zechen was standing under the street lamp.

He was wearing a camel-colored sweater, loose and loose, shrouded in dim light, with soft hair and warm eyes, splashing a hazy sense of ink.

The figure is tall and straight, the only bright "color" in the middle of the night.He stared at Tian Zhengguo without waving or speaking. He just stared at Tian Zhengguo, like the gods who were depicted and praised countless times in Greek mythology, waiting with such an expressionless and gentle posture for a long time.

Then he gently stretched out his hands.

Tian Zhengguo walked faster and faster, and finally almost started to trot, quickly shortening the distance between him and him.But he suddenly became ill-intentioned, and instead of throwing himself into his arms as Song Zechen expected, he jumped onto his back.

Like the countless times they played around in the past, he never had to worry that Song Zechen would fall to him.

Sure enough, Song Zechen was pulled back by inertial force, but he stabilized quickly.

"My feet hurt and I don't want to walk." Tian Zhengguo explained gently.

Song Zechen didn't reply, and walked forward slowly with his back on his back.

When Tian Zhengguo turned his head, the streetlights pulled the overlapping shadows of the two of them into strange shapes, like a beast with teeth and claws.

He pressed his face against Song Zechen's neck, and the continuous heat from there was transmitted to his body, warming his unconscious cheeks that were blown by the cold wind. The sweater was warm to the touch, and he rubbed it lightly.The light woody fragrance from Song Zechen's body seemed to linger at the tip of his nose, making him almost cry.

Song Zechen patted him on the back, as if to comfort him.

They walked a certain distance, Song Zechen looked up at the moon in the sky, a golden halo, dyed with red edges, he pursed his lips for a long time, then smiled lightly and murmured:

"I miss you."

"I miss you too." Tian Zhengguo's voice was a little choked up.

"Then I must think a little more than you." Song Zechen blinked, and it was rare to refute on such a trivial matter.

My misses are worthless, I start missing you before you leave, overflowing like a full water glass, just because a water glass can only hold so much water.

"What are you looking at?" Tian Zhengguo stretched out his hand to cover Song Zechen's red earlobe, trying to protect him from the wind.

Song Zechen still tilted his head slightly: "I'm looking at the moon."

"Oh? The moon is so beautiful tonight." Tian Zhengguo also raised his head.

Song Zechen suddenly freed up one finger and touched the moon, then retracted and grabbed Shimoda Zhengguo's ear.

Tian Zhengguo didn't understand what it meant, he just thought it was Song Zechen's whim, so he pinched Song Zechen's earlobe amusedly.

Song Zechen didn't care that his behavior was not understood, he grabbed the person on his back and continued to move forward.

"I will behave well and not let you worry."

"Ah."

"I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten all day."

"Go back and cook ramen for you."

Tian Zhengguo obediently lay on the man's back, closed his eyes quietly, and went to sleep, and he would be home when he woke up.