[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Min Yunqi stood still in front of the calendar again, and marked out a date with a marker pen. The trip of Zhou and I was over, the last date marked with a red circle had passed, and the next one was coming soon.

He lightly rubbed the time of December 12st, secretly laughing at Song Zechen as a fool, he said it was an important date, even two of them were about him, yet he couldn't think of any of them.

December 12st is Song Zechen's coming-of-age birthday.

"Yunqi, come here and let's discuss it together." Jin Shuozhen greeted Min Yunqi from a distance.

Min Yunqi walked lazily to the sofa, beckoned Zheng Haoxi to make room for him, and leaned against the corner of the sofa.

"What are we sending Zechen?" Jin Nanjun presided over the overall situation, serving as the temporary host of today's meeting.

"There is only one time to become an adult, so we must pay attention to it. The last time Zechen came home, did he spend time with us?"

South Korea's coming-of-age ceremony is in May, and they originally planned to celebrate it for Song Zechen, but his grandfather called his grandson home, so they had no choice but to give up.

"Didn't you say that you should give roses as an adult?"

"Isn't it a little monotonous to only send red roses?"

"Then I'll send pink roses."

"I give it in vain."

"I sent yellow ones."

"I'll give you blue ones."

Not to be outdone, everyone took turns to report the color and then looked at each other. Park Jimin who said "black rose" secretly took out his mobile phone and frantically searched where this rare variety can be bought in Seoul, and thought about the feasibility of dyeing black and white roses with ink. "sex".

"But Zechen may forget his birthday. I have forgotten it several times before." Zheng Haoxi wanted to sigh when he mentioned Song Zechen's memory in this regard.

Different from his focus on his teammates' birthdays, Song Zechen just muddled through his own birthdays, and at the end of the year, he had forgotten several times in the midst of his busy schedule. Only after other people's inquiries did he wake up to his own birthday. I missed my birthday. When I asked how old I was this year, I had to think for a long time and calculate in my head to find the answer. When they exposed me, I still made excuses, "I don't know how old I am, I will always be 18 years old."

"Isn't that just a surprise?" Jin Taiyi's eyes lit up, ready to make trouble.

Song Zechen bid farewell to his former homeroom teacher. This teacher had helped him a lot in high school. He deserved his gratitude and respect both emotionally and rationally. He wrapped his down jacket tightly and rushed into the wind and snow.

As soon as I got home and opened the door, what I received was a colorful and colorful spiritual shock.

Seven pairs of eyes scattered in every corner of the house stared at him in unison, expecting his reaction.

"You guys?" He swept around the seven sneaky people, avoiding the roses all over the ground, which made it hard for him to get down, "Does anyone have any rich suitors?"

"The intention is pretty good, it's the taste." He paused, hoping to find a euphemism, "The taste is a bit earthy."

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"This is for you!" Everyone said in unison.

"Oh?" Song Zechen took off his scarf and down jacket and hung them on a nearby hanger, revealing his knitted sweater, and took Park Jimin who was closest to him by the hand and walked to the roses.

Putting his hand on Park Jimin's hand, he "touched" the black rose, and Park Jimin's hand was immediately covered with ink. Song Zechen clicked his tongue in disgust and moved away from the blackness: "It seems that this person is not only dirt, but also brainless." how good."

Park Jimin with black hands: I knew that fate would not let me go.

Jin Shuozhen, who couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward: "Zechen, you really don't remember what day it is today?"

"What day?" Song Zechen rubbed his hands on his face that was almost frozen by the cold wind. The heating in the room had only now warmed up his body.

"It's your adult birthday!" Zheng Haoxi suddenly appeared from behind Song Zechen, and put a birthday hat on Song Zechen's head.

When the lights dimmed, Jin Nanjun and Jin Taeyi came out of the room with a two-tiered birthday cake. Song Zechen turned his attention to the calendar hanging on the wall, and the date circled in red reminded him of what he had overlooked.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you" everyone formed a circle and sang the birthday song loudly.

"Happy adulthood, our Zechen is now an adult." Park Jimin threw flowers manually.

"Make a wish, make a wish."

Song Zechen was pushed in front of the cake, looked back and forth in anticipation in the candlelight, closed his eyes, his heart was empty, he was caught off guard and couldn't think of any wish.

Hope we are all happy.He thought about it, only such a common sentence appeared.

Before Song Zechen opened his eyes, cream was smeared on his face. He opened his eyes without hesitation and grabbed a handful of paste and spread it on Min Yunqi's face.

"Ah, it's not me." Min Yunqi yelled.

"Heh." Song Zechen laughed, and the message "I don't believe it" is self-evident.

When the cream on the cake was almost swept away and settled on everyone's face, everyone was willing to let each other go.A few of the maknae's lines were wiped so that they couldn't see their original faces, and they turned into touching emoticons with just a quick slap.

"Zechen, have you ever heard the term "do as Romans do?" Jin Shuozhen gulped several mouthfuls of saliva nervously.

Kim Nam Joon joins the ranks of cross talk: "wheninrome, doastheromansdo"

Song Zechen, who was wiping the cream with a paper towel, raised his eyes suspiciously: "But I've been staying in Seoul and never left. That's not how it works when you go to the countryside and do as the Romans do."

"That's right, that's right, brother Shuozhen used idioms indiscriminately again, but in fact what he wanted to convey was this meaning." Jin Taiyi pretended to condemn, and pushed Jin Shuozhen away to occupy the most favorable position in front of Song Zechen.

Then after speaking, he quickly kissed Song Zechen on the cheek, bounced off like an electric shock, and jumped several times on the spot excitedly.

Song Zechen's eyelashes trembled slightly, but before he could react after blinking, the warm touches one after another made his eyes widen in surprise.

But everyone around him was even more excited than his client, slapping their legs, stomping their feet, the floor seemed to be shaking.

Song Zechen "touched" his red ears, remembering that adults would receive three gifts: perfume, roses and kisses.

After the seven people calmed down, they stood obediently in a row like elementary school students waiting for Song Zechen's trial. After all, this person is not very interested in these skinships, and hugging is already the maximum acceptable measure.

Jin Taiyi carefully observed Song Zechen's micro-expression, and bravely said: "Isn't Zechen angry?"

"not angry."

"Then can I kiss one more time?" Jin Tae-joo crawled forward.

But Park Jimin immediately turned around and gave his relatives a shock: "No!"

The two quickly wrestled together and accidentally swung Tian Zhengguo halfway, Tian Zhengguo joined the melee without hesitation, Jin Suozhen joined excitedly, Zheng Haoxi was not to be outdone, Min Yunqi and Kim Namjoon saw the situation was not good and went to hold the troublemakers.

Song Zechen's eyes flashed with water, but he was soon wrapped in a smile.

Don't be angry, this is probably the happiest moment of my life.

After the quarrel, Kim Tae-joo and Park Jimin took out presents tacitly: "We both want to buy a bracelet, I asked him to change it and he didn't want to change it."

"After thinking about it, we bought one together."

Park Jimin glared at Jin Taejin, grabbed the box and handed it to Song Zechen.

Zheng Haoxi gave away his favorite little bag: "I hope Zechen can carry this little bag and go out with me alone."

Song Zechen laughed: "Ah, brother is really good at buy one get one free."

Jin Shuozhen gave Song Zechen a pen that Song Zechen wanted to keep for a long time. Jin Nanjun gave him a watch. Both of them were extraordinarily rich.

After a noisy night, Song Zechen knelt down in front of the coffee table in the living room to organize his schoolbag. The teacher had given him an interview document, but he forgot it because of sudden joy. Must be packed out.

Tian Zhengguo came over in his pajamas: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Wait a minute, go to sleep first, I'll go back when I'm done."

"Oh, that's fine." Tian Zhengguo said while putting the box in his hand on the coffee table.

"Our youngest will also give gifts." Song Zechen looked up in surprise.

"What are you talking about?"

"I drew pictures and wrote letters myself."

"The gifts from my brothers are all so good, it seems that mine is very difficult to show."

"I wanted to give you perfume, but I think you smell good, and the perfume will cover it up instead." Tian Zhengguo wrinkled his nose and said he couldn't accept it.

"I fell in love with a bracelet and didn't have the money to buy it," Tian Zhengguo fell into thoughts, "I wouldn't have recharged the game if I knew it earlier, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why am I like this."

Song Zechen stopped the young lady from regretting herself: "It's okay, I like this gift very much."

"I really like that bracelet. Will someone buy it? Next year, I will definitely save up to buy it and give it to you."

"But you only have one birthday as an adult."

"Brother Taiyi and Brother Jimin also gave you bracelets."

Tian Zhengguo lowered his head again, talking incoherently, seeing the bracelet on Song Zechen's wrist, full of regret and pity.

"But next year's birthday is also unique, so it's not a pity to miss it this year. We have more than one time." Song Zechen rubbed the rabbit fur and responded seriously, "And you can wear a lot of clothes on your hands. A bracelet, I have reserved a seat for you."

"I really like the letters written!"

"Do you like it the most?" Tian Zhengguo started to compare.

"Yeah." Song Zechen answered according to his heart, following Mao's frustrated maknae.

With a promise, Tian Zhengguo left again with his head held high.

Min Yunqi stayed on the balcony for a long time, waiting for Tian Zhengguo to leave for a long time before coming out.Hearing the movement, Song Zechen bent his eyes towards him, as bright as the first quarter moon outside the window, and there seemed to be clear springs surging in his eyes.

"There's no birthday present for you." Min Yunqi said dryly.

"It doesn't matter, I will be very happy if you say happy birthday to me." Song Zechen didn't care.

"But I don't want to say happy birthday to you." Min Yunqi replied bluntly.

"That's okay, I'm very happy that you are by my side to celebrate this birthday with me." Song Zechen rested his chin with one hand, and the curve of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged.

Min Yunqi was speechless and didn't know what words to use to reply for a while, Song Zechen's words seemed to block all he could say.

"Stupid." Min Yunqi snorted softly, took out a piece of jade from his pocket, and patted Song Zechen heavily in front of him.

"Huh?" Song Zechen picked it up and looked at it, the jade was moist and transparent.

"Aren't you interested in carving? Use this to practice, it's not expensive, I picked it up on the road."

Song Zechen nodded: "Really? How about carving a SpongeBob SquarePants?"

Min Yunqi choked, and left with a cold snort again, Song Zechen slowly collapsed with a smile, pressed his face tightly against the coffee table, feeling the cold to lower the temperature on his face.

So happy to take off.

Is that how you describe it?Then make up a wish: Please let me stay in the sky forever.