[Entertainment] Chen Guang

A new trainee was added to the dormitory, and Song Zechen had a rough understanding of the situation except when he first met and said hello:

"Know his name, very white, good rap, born in 93 is older than me"

Sporadic information vaguely pieced together his new roommate.In the rest of the time, I meet and say hello occasionally in the dormitory or practice room. This new roommate's schedule is completely different from theirs. He often comes back early in the morning, and there is no in-depth communication.

Jin Nanjun felt very strange, surprised by the subtle atmosphere between the two.

After getting along for a period of time, Jin Nanjun can vaguely sense that Song Zechen will always smile when he sees people in two ways:

A kind of sincerity, even the brows will be stained with a smile:

One is wearing a watertight mask, obviously standing in front of the person, but actually looking at the other person calmly through a glass, polite, restrained, and alienated.

Obviously what Jin Nanjun harvested was the former,

Obviously, this new roommate named Min Yunqi got the latter.

There was no intention of improving the situation between the two.

Song Zechen himself has never rejected silence, he does not have deep friendship with others, and he only stays polite in everything, which is exactly his normal state when encountering people and things, but he is a little more indifferent in Min Yunqi.

When Song Zechen was thirsty and woke up to drink water in the middle of the night, there was a dim light in the bathroom.Song Zechen rubbed his sleepy eyes and squinted.

Min Yunqi, who came out from inside, obviously didn't expect him to be outside, he was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Excuse me, did I wake you up?"

"No, I'm thirsty and drink water. I'm going back to sleep, Brother Yun Qi, you should also go to bed earlier." Without too many pleasantries, Song Zechen turned around and simply ended the conversation.

Suddenly there were a few "cuckoo" sounds, which were very clear in the middle of the night.

Song Zechen stopped in his tracks, raised his eyebrows and turned his head.

Min Yunqi stood there in embarrassment and clutched his stomach, the previous cold atmosphere was completely destroyed.

The concert was still going on upside down in my stomach, completely ignoring the host's embarrassment and embarrassment at this time.

Song Zechen stared at the floor in confusion for a few seconds, and finally pieced together the message "This brother is hungry" in his confused mind.

"Brother, wait for me to get off, I have food there, you can put it first."

He trotted into the room with bare feet, fumbled out a few bags of biscuits from his schoolbag, and stuffed them into Min Yunqi's arms: "Brother, sorry, I only have these here."

"Brother worked hard, go to bed early, I will go to bed first, I have class tomorrow morning."

Still without a word of nonsense, he turned around again and walked back to the room.

The whole process was not sloppy, and there were no unnecessary actions that could make people feel offended, and even made people feel that they were treated politely, leaving enough face for both parties.

Min Yoongi watched the senior, who subconsciously smiled subconsciously even when he was in a daze, slip back into bed, and muttered in his heart: "It's a pity that the heart is not as kind as it appears."

Anyway, not all the way.

"I am in a mess myself, so I have no right to judge others."

He chuckled, crumpled up the expired and unwinning lottery tickets in his pocket and threw them into the trash can. Such meaningless sustenance was really boring, but he still enjoyed it day after day.

Then he took out the wages he just received at the checkout today, counted them neatly, and put them solemnly in his wallet.

Yes, dignified.

No one understands the charm of the word "money" better than him.

With money, he can pursue his music dream without any scruples, without looking at others, saving money, or encountering the embarrassment he is facing today.

This boss is easy to pick. According to this salary, it will take a year of the monkey to buy that music equipment.

It's time to change to a part-time job.

He wiped his hair casually, pulled the quilt and closed his eyes.

Song Zechen was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, and the sleepiness was driven away by what happened just now.In his mind, he recalled Min Yunqi's hair dripping water just now, and his whole body was covered with moisture.

He is a dangerous person.

He made such a judgment in his heart.

Silent, pessimistic, conceited and inferior.

The other trainees only thought that Min Yunqi didn't like to talk, and was alone except for practice time, he was introverted and didn't want to think of others.

But every time Song Zechen saw this person, he would only think of the turbulent, dark and gloomy undercurrent under calm.It seemed that there was something sharp and rampant in his heart, ready to be released at any time regardless.Or another black hole, slowly eating away all the light.

That kind of suffocating despair slowly surged up and devoured people's hearts like drowning.This feeling was so uncomfortable that Song Zechen thought he couldn't be a saint to save him, but chose to keep him at arm's length and not have a deep friendship with him.

What a selfish layman I am.

Before Song Zechen fell asleep, such a self-deprecating sentence suddenly flashed in his mind.