[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Song Zechen walked through the small courtyard, leaning gently on the door frame.

"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."

"Oh, you still remember me as an old man." The old man squinted his eyes and seemed to recognize him for a long time before he recognized him, sitting on the bamboo chair and humming softly.

Song Zechen entered the room with a smile: "My grandpa is so handsome, how can I forget?"

"Come and write, let's see how ugly your handwriting can be now." The old man got up from the chair and paced towards the kitchen, stopped after a few steps and turned to the direction of the study.

Song Zechen just took a sip of water, and almost choked when he heard this: "Grandpa, shouldn't you say come over for dinner? No one asks someone to write as soon as you enter the door."

"are you human?"

The young man writes, flowing clouds and flowing water, breaking when it breaks, and never allowing a procrastinated line to appear.

"You are too hostile. You are so young..." The old man frowned at him, shook his head helplessly, suddenly thought of something, and stopped talking.

Song Zechen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Actually, the writing is pretty good. After all, I don't have much time to practice in the company every day."

"How is life in practice recently?" The old man coughed and chose to change the subject.

He didn't really agree with Song Zechen to be a trainee at the beginning. According to his conditions, he had a better choice, but in the end he couldn't resist Song Zechen's insistence, and because of the special circumstances, he finally agreed.

"It's not bad. I've improved a lot and met a lot of good people. Grandpa, don't worry about me." Song Zechen thought of the people in the dormitory, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"That's good, I don't ask for anything, just get along with them well. Be hungry, I'll go and heat up some hot dishes, and dinner will be ready in a while."

Song Zechen watched the old man staggering out of the study from his back, and then fixedly looked at the words he had just written after regaining his senses.

How could you forget?After all, it is the only proof of the past.

pat,

A drop of ink finally couldn't bear the weight, fell from the tip of the brush, fell on the paper and quickly spread along the texture of the paper, blurring out a small piece of pitch black.

Crumple up the paper and throw it in the wastebasket,

It should be thrown away.

"Are these Chinese characters? Ze, can you speak Chinese?" Tian Zhengguo has been paying attention to the box in Song Zechen's hand since he entered the door, and ran to look at it as soon as it was placed on the table.

Perhaps because Song Zechen was the first person he saw when he came to the dormitory, Tian Zhengguo was not as shy when facing Song Zechen as he was when facing other people. He became acquainted with Song Zechen after a day, and quickly settled on the exclusive title of "Aze" after a few days.

Song Zechen chose to turn a blind eye to Tian Zhengguo's deliberate refusal to call him brother.

"Well, I've had a little contact with it."

"Wow." Tian Zhengguo curiously flipped through the rice paper in the box, the fragrance of ink overflowed, and the flowers bloomed.

"I like it so much, I'll teach you." Song Zechen cleaned up the things on the table and turned around.

"Oh no no no." Tian Zhengguo immediately put down everything in his hands after hearing this, "I'm just passing by."

"No, you're not passing by. You're the one who's going to do my homework with me."

Song Zechen reached out to stop Tian Zhengguo, wrapped his arms around his waist, and lifted him onto the stool: "Student Tian, ​​Auntie wants me to supervise your studies."

"When did my mother know you so well? That's why she wanted to talk to you that day." Tian Zhengguo covered his face and lay down on the table with a look of lovelessness.

Song Zechen recalled the scene when Tian Zhengguo held up his mobile phone and told his mother that he was looking for him. He answered the phone with a look of confusion and inexplicable nervousness in his throat, but was told that he wanted to supervise Tian Zhengguo's studies. A class of words.

He babbled a lot of Tian Zhengguo's embarrassing past, and his shy character, and the words contained the common complaints and love that parents used to.

It's funny but hides a touch of envy.

Some people will care about it, and many people yearn for it.

"Probably because I am naturally attractive." Song Zechen shrugged.

"I'm going to practice in the practice room." Tian Zhengguo wailed, but felt restrained by a force when he wanted to get up, "Why are you so strong?"

"It's also natural. Children, study hard."