[Entertainment] Chen Guang

"So we really spend passionately and don't have any travel plans, right?"

Min Yunqi shattered Song Zechen's only remaining illusion, without changing his face and heartbeat: "Yes."

Song Zechen sighed, listening to the Japanese that filled his ears at the airport, as if he had come to the listening scene, and his brain hurt.

"Is the hotel not confirmed yet?" Song Zechen had his last hope in mind.

"Yes." Min Yunqi had a kind of detachment that saw through the world, but because he was wearing a fisherman's hat and his black down jacket was about to reach the floor, his slovenly appearance was rather comical.

"Didn't you say last night that you would go and have a look?"

"After writing the song, I was too sleepy, so I went to bed first."

Without saying a word, Song Zechen dragged his suitcase and turned around angrily, not intending to continue communicating with this person.

"Hey! What are you in a hurry for?"

People coming and going at Tokyo International Airport every day perform various scripts. If it is a scene of reluctant farewell, it may be a tragedy. If it is a scene of reunion after a long absence, it may be a light comedy, but of course There will be some outliers——

For example, Song Zechen and Min Yunqi, who are passionately staging a chase and gangster movie.

Song Zechen walked faster and faster in the front, dragging the suitcase and walking like flying, Min Yunqi trotted behind panting, almost rolled his eyes from exhaustion, felt like the hard-working servant next to the ancient young master, he finally Once at a time, he rushed forward and grabbed Song Zechen's clothes and hat: "There is something wrong with you, why are you walking so fast?"

Song Zechen turned around, his plain look was in stark contrast to the panting Min Yunqi at the moment, he reluctantly took Min Yunqi's suitcase: "The bank is about to close."

Min Yunqi was relieved of his burden, and immediately stood up and stood up as a young master. He quickly walked a few steps past Song Zechen, and told Song Xiaosi to keep up with him: "Really? Then let's go."

Song Zechen was not in a hurry, watched Min Yunqi's haughty back, calculated the distance for a while, and counted "three, two, one" in his heart.

Sure enough, after walking a few steps, Min Yunqi stopped and retreated embarrassingly and disheartenedly: "I don't know the way, lead the way quickly."

"We're going to book a place to stay now."

The two of them finished exchanging cash before the bank got off work, and now they stood desolately by the side of the road, Song Zechen checked the hotel with his mobile phone with little battery left.

"Book a hotel first, and change to a homestay later."

Min Yunqi felt that he was in the wrong, so of course he would not raise any objections at this time, and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Zechen, who has always been a Buddhist traveler and never "worry" about these things, met a Buddhist friend like himself for the first time in his life, and his heart was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness: I feel very regretful now, very regretful.

Song Xiaosi took Master Min to the accommodation after all kinds of hardships, and it took a long time to get settled.

"Are you tired?" Song Zechen threw himself on the bed, blinking, he dragged two suitcases all the way, and finally felt a little tired.

"Tired." Min Yunqi, who only carried a small bag the whole time, responded.

"That's not as good as"

"That's not as good as"

Song Zechen and Min Yunqi spoke in unison, looked at each other with a smile, understood each other, hit it off immediately, and became a "traitor" in embarrassment——

went to bed.

When he woke up again, the setting sun outside the window had turned from the setting sun at night to the night light. Song Zechen struggled to get up and sat cross-legged on the bed in a daze.After a while, Min Yunqi also sat up, his eyes opened but didn't seem to be opened, and Song Zechen faced each other as if he wanted to see something through each other.

Song Zechen couldn't help breaking the atmosphere like a Cowherd and a Weaver Girl: "Well, we've slept for four hours."

Min Yunqi moved his lips, overlapping with Song Zechen's next sentence.

"are you a pig?"

After the two said this at the same time, they picked up pillows and threw them at each other without saying a word.

When Min Yunqi was hit, Song Zechen nimbly grabbed it with one hand and snorted triumphantly.

"Do you want to go out?" Min Yunqi asked.

"Yes." Song Zechen agreed after pondering.

The night is probably the most smoky time of the day, and the enthusiasm ignited by the glass wind chimes and red lanterns in front of the store dispels the winter chill.Song Zechen and Min Yunqi walked side by side, hands full of various snacks bought along the street.

In fact, Song Zechen didn't eat much at all, and whenever he had free time, he stuffed things into Min Yunqi's mouth. This man has been getting thinner and thinner recently, and his complexion is not good at home. It's rare that because of this atmosphere, his complexion is ruddy and he feels comfortable. Not as dull as in Korea.

Min Yunqi swallowed the small octopus balls in his mouth: "Don't feed me, I'm full."

"Okay." Song Zechen turned his hand holding the bamboo stick and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"Then what if there are so many left?"

"You eat." Min Yunqi waved his hand to indicate that he really couldn't eat anymore.

"But I can't eat anymore." Song Zechen scratched his head.

"How much did you eat?"

"It's not like you don't know that I don't eat much all the time."

Min Yunqi glared at Song Zechen and was about to take the paper box and continue cleaning, but was stopped by the other party.

"If you eat too much, you won't be able to digest well. Brother, don't eat it. If it doesn't work, take it back."

They walked around aimlessly, anyway, they could use navigation for the return trip, and from the main road to the alley, the road became narrower and narrower.

"Wait, let's go in." Min Yunqi suddenly regained his energy and pulled Song Zechen inside.

Song Zechen looked up at the signature "Mao" running script at the door - an izakaya.

The two sat cross-legged in front of the Japanese-style tatami. Min Yunqi took the waiter's menu and glanced at it before throwing it to the opposite side: "I don't understand, anyway, I want wine."

"Didn't you just say you were full?"

"I'm full but still drinkable."

Song Zechen shook his head to express that he had nothing to do with this person, picked up a pencil to circle the menu, and simply ordered a few bottles of soju.

When the single order came to the table, Min Yunqi couldn't wait to pour a glass and drank it down, sighing like an uncle.

"What is this? Drinking in another place?"

Song Zechen was joking, ever since he became an adult, Min Yunqi was pleasantly surprised to find that he could drink a lot, so he often went to him for a few drinks, besides his teammates, he also had the identity of Min Yunqi's drinking buddy.

Especially after everyone else has gone home, if there are no tigers in the mountains, cats and cats will be demons.If Jin Shuozhen was here, he would still say a few words, but now he is gone, Min Yunqi carelessly placed the wine bottle on the coffee table in the living room.

"Wine is a good thing." Min Yunqi took another sip.

"Don't drink in such a hurry."

"It's cool to be bored in one breath."

Song Zechen didn't say another word, and stopped Min Yunqi's actions.His chaotic mind cleared up for a moment, Min Yunqi's actions naturally had a reason, he has always been sensitive to emotions, he has noticed Min Yunqi's recent depression, it is good to have a chance to vent now.

He smiled and changed the topic: "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I'm going to bed tomorrow morning and I'll leave in the afternoon."

"I'm going to take a nap in the afternoon."

"Then leave in the evening."

It seems that the two students decided to seriously implement the concept of "this place is my hometown" during this trip.

He said that he was too lazy to go out, but in fact, the rest yesterday was enough to make him feel refreshed. In the early morning of the next day, Song Zechen and Min Yunqi were fully dressed and ready to go.

"What's in Tokyo? Mount Fuji?" Min Yunqi turned on his phone to check the map, "Let's go to Mount Fuji."

"I can't climb Mount Fuji in winter." Song Zechen got up after tightening his shoelaces.

"Then take a picture too, to prove that we have been here?"

"Go, go, go."

Finding a lake where you can take a panoramic view of Mt. Fuji, Song Zechen, who wanted to take a picture of Min Yunqi, was held back tightly.

Min Yunqi strongly objected: "I don't want you to take pictures, your pictures are too ugly!"

"You can only compare yourself to scissorhands. Who can blame you for being rustic?"

"Didn't Park Jimin have such a concave shape that you photographed him like that?"

"It seems that you took a good picture of Brother Jimin?"

Neither of them would back down, and they froze dryly.

"I'll find someone else to take pictures for us." Min Yunqi stepped back first, and politely asked passers-by for help.

"Come closer, be happier." The kind tourist aunt shouted.

Song Zechen and Min Yunqi looked at each other, and stretched out their scissor hands in unison.

Click.

The first sand sculpture tourist photo of Cane Sugar Japan trip was released. The background is the beautiful scenery of Fuji praised by everyone. The two people in front of the mountain smiled with gums, and the other smiled with eight teeth. A reconciled primary school student.

After taking pictures, Song Zechen dug out the travel map stuffed by volunteers on the street, and nudged Min Yunqi with his elbow to signal him to follow him.

After making several detours, Song Zechen took him to a shrine.The trees in the courtyard are tall, and many people worship in front of the patron saint, stepping on the steps and groping along the corridor.

"Brother, do you want to write?"

Min Yunqi looked towards where Song Zechen was pointing, and the wooden railing was covered with wishing signs.

"How old are you to believe this?"

He muttered something to follow the footsteps of Song Zechen who set off to the sales office, holding a pen and thinking about what to write.

"Why did you write it in Japanese?"

"Because this is a Japanese god, what if he can't translate Korean? It's safer to write Japanese."

"Nowadays, globalization is important, so don't underestimate them."

Although the benevolent monk could not understand their conversation, he smiled because he felt the playful atmosphere between the two of them.

Min Yunqi's mouth was stubborn, but he also tried to write Japanese, but soon gave up: "I'm not familiar with Japanese, forget it."

"What did you write?" He leaned over to peek.

Song Zechen avoided it all at once.

Min Yunqi complained dissatisfiedly: "It won't matter if you look at it? I can't understand it either?"

"Then brother, just write carefully, don't think about peeking." Song Zechen retorted while writing carefully, his movements were gentle, and the strokes were very beautifully outlined.

After finishing the last stroke, Song Zechen tiptoed to the highest place to hang the wishing card, bowed deeply, and smiled at the monk beside him.

Min Yunqi also finished his wish quietly, and bowed reverently in the same way.

They didn't talk until they got to a crowded place.

"What did you write? I wrote that I hope to make a fortune this year." Min Yunqi was still curious.

"I won't tell you." Song Zechen shrugged.

"Ah, you are so boring."

"I wrote that I wish I could be more handsome this year."

"You're talking nonsense again."

"Let's go. Go shopping elsewhere." Song Zechen pulled the bag on his back and put his arms around the shoulders of the person next to him.

With the wind blowing, the wishing cards carried everyone's wishes and swayed gently, perhaps taking the opportunity to float up and pass them on to the gods.

There are still ink marks that are not dry, so I know that I just wrote it, carefully identify a few strokes, and the bottom of the brush is spring breeze.

"Mr. Min Yoon-ki is in good health, safe and happy."

"Song Zechen hates ghosts and wants to be happy every day."