[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Chapter 211 Lala

After the last excuse to find a friend, Jin Taiyi and Song Zechen, who finally carried a bag of things and threw them into the warehouse, slipped back, and everyone was already asleep. After they said good night to each other, they slipped into their beds lightly.

The daytime would be wasted in sleep until noon. Song Zechen woke up midway, got up to wash, then quickly got back into bed, and fell asleep again in a hazy state.

When he woke up again, Zheng Haoxi was no longer by his side, and the bedding was neatly spread.

Song Zechen opened his eyes for a while and finally regained consciousness. He reached for his mobile phone and checked the records in the group chat. Even if they were in the same room during the holidays, there would always be someone in the group chat who would reveal their news all the time.

Several people are playing games and playing cards.

After thinking about it, he got up and leaned against the door with his slippers on. The living room was bustling with activity, and he just watched gently.

Park Jimin was the first to spot him and waved at him, then suddenly thought of something and got up, ran to his side and pulled him away.

Song Zechen expressed his doubts about why he brought himself to his room with calm eyes.

"Zechen."

Park Jimin didn't explain. Instead, he plopped down and crawled under the bed for a long time, leaving Song Zechen with a round ass for a long time. It wasn't Song Zechen who was perverted, he almost wanted to kick it.

Just when Song Zechen could barely control his dangerous thoughts, Park Jimin got out just at the right moment, holding several books triumphantly in his hands.

Song Zechen took a closer look - "Slam Dunk".

"A nostalgic session?"

Song Zechen couldn't help whistling.

The memories of their childhood, the boys secretly circulated in class, hurried to the playground to play basketball after class and played various roles, and went to a classmate’s house to watch anime after school.And the occasional pointing and watching by the girls will become their stimulant. They don't have any special ideas, it's probably just their nature to show off.

"Really? It's been a long time since I read it, and I miss it. When Tae said he came to play, he came up with a bag of comic books on a whim." Park Jimin patted the comic book ashes on the bed, and warmly invited Song Zechen, "One day Get up and watch."

They are very familiar with this process, pulling the quilt, huddling together, and the intimate temperature.

The heads of the two lightly leaned together, flipping through the manga quietly. Song Zechen hadn't read it for a long time, and he was not used to the typesetting speed of manga. Park Jimin, who had read it first, stayed for a while longer to find the right time to turn the page.

The smell of the book that had been dusty for too long gradually dissipated. Song Zechen took over the book from Park Jimin's hand and took on the important task of turning the pages, rubbing his fingertips on the rough pages.

After flipping through one book after another at a moderate speed, the corners of Song Zechen's mouth gradually turned up slightly, but Park Jimin's originally high mood seemed to have thought of something and went down visibly with the naked eye.

"If our lives can be like comics, no matter what the process is, because of the protagonist's halo from God's perspective, knowing that the ending will always shine. And we can be as tireless as those people and not waver, how much it would be good."

Park Jimin confided in a low voice.

Song Zechen understood what he was comparing. Everyone's ideal state is that they can be as indomitable as in the hot-blooded anime, and they have firm beliefs and will go on forever.Without the turmoil at the beginning of the year, without the uneasiness in my heart, those negative and unspeakable emotions can all be easily overcome.

But they are different. In reality, their future is shrouded in a fog, and the cartoonists who do not favor them use pens to clear away the shadow that covers thousands of miles for them.

Song Zechen smiled, not knowing what to say, and opened his mouth: "The ending of "Slam Dunk" is not perfect in the sense of ordinary people. They stopped in the third round, and Xiangbei did not win in the end..."

But his own voice was getting smaller and smaller as he spoke, and he realized that no matter what the ending was, what they envied was the hero's courage to move forward.

Park Jimin rubbed his nose, and changed the subject sullenly: "Just like "Friends" with you and Nan Jun, let "Slam Dunk" be a point for us."

But Song Zechen seemed a little unwilling to give up, he closed his eyes and didn't look at Park Jimin, his throat was vague: "Brother, what will happen to us?"

A trip split two of them, one was having fun with his companions, and the other was standing in the corner and watching coldly, telling himself to enjoy it, it might be the last carnival, and the happy one inevitably cooled down.

"Zechen, we are all cowards. We are afraid of what will happen if we go on together, and what will happen if we separate. People are really contradictory creatures."

Song Zechen let go of the comic book, and suddenly had no intention of reading it: "Brother, you know what, the reason why I dare not say that we will be together forever is that before we left, Zhengguo had a dream, dreaming that he fell from the clouds. What is the difference between each of us and that dream, the fire is cooking oil, and we live in the anxiety that we will die if we fall. If this is the case, we might as well be gone.”

Whenever he wants to keep everyone, Tian Zhengguo's dream will appear in his mind, always reminding him that he cannot bear the consequences of others falling.

Park Jimin buried his head in the quilt, sullenly: "Wait for brothers, let's be cowards first."

"Yes." Song Zechen responded in a low voice.

The two of them passed through such a short period of time, and they were not interested in reading comics. Song Zechen sighed and got up and pulled Park Jimin up: "Let's go find something to eat, I'm hungry."

It's time to eat again, but Min Yoon-ki, who lost the game, was forced to take on the heavy responsibility of the chef once again.

"The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, let him work hard." Jin Shuo was really happy to relax.

Song Zechen skillfully moved the grill outdoors without Min Yunqi's orders.

Only Min Yunqi could never get used to it, he looked at his hand in disbelief, the golden hand he had agreed to disappeared in the enchantment of this villa.

Song Zechen's voice broke his contemplation: "Brother Yunqi, do you remember what I said yesterday? I am a person who keeps my word."

what words.

Min Yunqi didn't care on the surface, but he was thinking crazily in his heart, Song Zechen yesterday

There is nothing but nutritious nonsense such as "Seokjin hyung is handsome", "Maknae is so cute", "Taejin hyung, you are crazy".

"A present for you."

Song Zechen took out a mask-like thing from the black environmental protection bag, which was bought at the foot of the mountain yesterday.

Min Yunqi's eyes changed from doubt to shock to anger, and he gritted his teeth: "Hurry up and respond to me, do you want to die? You just go to die!"

Song Zechen was never afraid of what Min Yunqi said to die, he smiled like a spring breeze, and affectionately pulled Min Yunqi's wrist and handed things to him:

"Brother, with this you can have a good barbecue. After all, it's my brother's wish, so don't waste it."

Jin Nanjun watched the movement here curiously, and immediately turned his head and covered his mouth when Song Zechen took out the big killer. He was afraid that he would be chased by Min Yunqi if he laughed too loudly, so he turned his head to face the confused Zheng Haoxi, Sigh with dignity: "It'sallfakelove."

Song Zechen said at Min Yunqi's barbecue yesterday: "Brother Yunqi, would you like me to give you a gas mask or something to prevent your face from getting blackened?"

#Speaking of doing Song Zechen#

#言有信宋泽晨#

Welding mask for electric work, as long as you wear it, you can play the biggest boss of the next "Chain Saw", only 998, you can't miss it when you pass by.

"Brother, how could I waste money to buy a real electrician's mask. It's a fake, just an ordinary mask. Don't worry about money."

After Song Zechen finished speaking, he trotted away for fear that Min Yunqi would become angry and push him into the pile of charcoal on the spot.

But he had a reason for going back indoors.

Tian Zhengguo is sick.

It is rare for a person who has always been able to eat to lose his appetite, lying on the bed sickly, his hands and feet were cold before, but he got better after drinking the cold medicine.

"Go and eat something, I'm fine." He pushed Song Zechen to drive him away.

Song Zechen shook his head: "I'm fine. I don't feel very hungry recently. It's probably a sequela of high rebellion."

"Did you get high when you went to play?" Tian Zhengguo said in a low voice, his nose was a little stuffy.

"Hmm." Song Zechen took away the cup in his hand, "Now I know how uncomfortable you were in Chile back then, so I think I was right in arguing not to let you go on stage, although you did go on stage in the end."

Speaking of the past, Tian Zhengguo smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, my song is almost finished."

"Really?" Song Zechen was very happy, "Have you shown it to the producer brother?"

"Well, I didn't go home much during the holidays. I stayed in the company for a long time, and the producer brother was pestered by me. I don't have it on my phone now. I'll listen to it for you when I go back."

"Okay, you should have a good rest first, and call me when you are hungry, but you are also asleep." Song Zechen helped tuck the corner of the quilt, and went out to join the others.

Outdoors, Min Yunqi wore a helmet, as if he could pull out a chainsaw at any time and pounce on everyone. Song Zechen could feel that the person's eyes were following him after he came out, even though Min Yunqi's face could not be seen from the outside of the helmet .

But his skin was so thick that the chainsaw couldn't cut it open. He brought a small piece of pork belly with a plate, and frowned again: "Brother Yunqi, I didn't blame you, why did you still fail to roast the meat for the second time?" cooked."

"Today, it's changed from medium to medium. You don't have to worry about it. If you like it, you can eat it or not." Min Yunqi was humiliated by Song Zechen just now, and it was when he had a bad temper.

Song Zechen shrugged, turned around and sat with Park Jimin. Park Jimin had lost weight too hard before, and after recovering slowly, his stomach was weak and he couldn't eat too much greasy food at once. Helped clean up the dishes.

Chatting about life during the holidays after dinner and going back to bed, there is no special difference from yesterday.

After taking a shower, Song Zechen ran to Tian Zhengguo's room to check on it. The child was already asleep. After explaining the situation to Jin Taiyi, he left in peace.

When he passed by the mirror, he saw a few small red bumps on his neck. He scratched them nonchalantly, probably from mosquito bites, and didn't bother to apply ointment. He fell asleep after playing games with Zheng Haoxi for a while.

Tian Zhengguo went to bed early, so naturally he also woke up early.

He turned over and got out of bed, but Jin Tae-yi who was by the bed was not there.

When he walked out, he realized that everyone had gathered in the bathroom near the living room.

Human purgatory.

Howling all over the place.

Counted heads.

Like zombies, five people clutched their stomachs and sat on the wall near the bathroom, rolling on the ground in pain. Occasionally, after someone couldn't help but go into the bathroom, another person immediately slammed on the door and urged him to use it too. , so the two people inside and outside often bicker.

And Tian Zhengguo, who is not incompatible inside and outside, found in a blink of an eye that Park Jimin and Song Zechen, who were safe and sound on the sofa like a paradise, excitedly met with the organization.

But when he walked around to the front of the sofa, he was hit back several steps.

Song Zechen sat peacefully on the sofa.

Of course that's not the point.

The point is that the helmet given to Min Yunqi yesterday is lying quietly on his face and blending perfectly with him.

Under the dim light, the cold helmet shone with a beautiful luster of metal.

He was so angry that even Park Jimin looked very imposing and terrifying, only Tian Zhengguo was like a little white rabbit who had strayed into a magic den.

"Are you disgusted with their diarrhea and want to use a helmet to block their eyes from seeing?" Tian Zhengguo felt that he was dreaming, rubbing his eyes desperately, "Are you all feeling well?"

Pu Zhimin shook his head, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly and directly fell on Song Zechen's body.

The helmet then smiled calmly: "It's okay, I'm allergic."

"Why do you wear a helmet if you're allergic?" Tian Zhengguo's eyes were still full of surprise.

Helm was silent.

Park Jimin finished for him and was successfully elected as the spokesman for the helmet: "The kind that is swollen like a pig's head."

Tian Zhengguo and the helmet faced each other for a minute and looked at each other affectionately. After a long time, he clapped his hands suddenly: "I didn't wake up."

He turned around and waved his hand, very well-behaved, like a cute elementary school student who ran into Ultraman on the way to school and talked to him and told him that he was going to be late: "Goodbye helmet."

The helmet is as gentle as Ultraman: "Goodbye."

Tian Zhengguo quickly rolled back to the room.

There is a sound of wind blowing,

listen,

Are you singing:

It's all fake love...