At the end of the interview, Zhou Ziheng stood up and bowed to the people in the interview team.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Thank you for your hard work in Ziheng and Xi Qing." The female host also stood up, "You should be very tired."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "By the way, if the last question is inconvenient, you can cut it off."

The host smiled, "If you don't cut it, such an excellent person should be seen by everyone."

After all the work, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng took off their makeup at the shooting site and changed into their own private servers. When Luo, who was waiting outside, saw the two of them coming out, he hurried forward, "Ziheng, I'll drive you two back, anyway..."

Before the word "lu" was released, Xiao Luo's mouth was covered by Zhou Ziheng. He also looked around at the staff around him and glared at Xiao Luo fiercely.

What way to follow? He should not be known by others that he lives on the same floor as Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing stood aside, looking at the childish Zhou Ziheng, and couldn't help laughing. Is this the same person as Zhou Ziheng who was interviewed just now?

"You go back first, I'll call you a car for you." Zhou Ziheng took out his cell phone. Xiao Luo glanced at Xia Xiqing, then looked at Zhou Ziheng, "No need to go back by myself, you can stop a taxi at the door." He turned over Zhou Ziheng's car key and handed it to him, "Then Ziheng, you drive back by yourself?"

"There is no schedule tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng took the key and put it on his index finger and turned it around. "Don't arrange a schedule for me this week. I'm going to have class, and the midterm exam is about to be taken."

Midterm exam? Xia Xiqing laughed out loud. Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glared at him, put the key back in his pocket, pushed Luo's shoulder until he left the building at the shooting site, watched him get into the taxi, and then turned around to go to the underground garage, but found Xia Xiqing following him.

"Why are you following me?" Zhou Ziheng, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, spoke in a muffled voice, and his hands were stuffed into his pocket.

In the early April night, the temperature is still cool, and the seasons that are not connected with the same green and yellow are related to the same green and yellow.

Xia Xiqing also followed suit and stuffed his hand in his pocket, stood beside Zhou Ziheng, and hit his shoulder with a smile on his face, "Handsome guy, just take me home by the way."

He deliberately bit the word "Shi" seriously to appreciate Zhou Ziheng's cute expression when he was panicked.

Zhou Ziheng hid behind and his voice became weaker, "Whoever follows you, call a taxi back by yourself."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng really opened the car door by himself and didn't plan to send him home, Xia Xiqing shook on the spot twice, "But it's so late now..."

"Are you still afraid of danger?" Zhou Ziheng opened the car door and whispered, "You are obviously the most dangerous person."

Xia Xiqing, who didn't know that Zhou Ziheng's notation for himself was "terrorist", grabbed the car door, "And it's hard to get a car in this place."

Zhou Ziheng got into the car by himself, "I will always call you."

"But you brought me out. Don't you, a top student, know the principle of sending Buddha to the West?"

"have no idea."

Looking at Zhou Ziheng who was unable to get in, Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay. Then I'll go back alone." After that, he turned around, held his arm pitifully and walked two steps, looked around the underground garage, and spoke lightly.

"Oh, it's so dark here..."

three.

two.

one.

The headlight suddenly lit up behind him, and the dazzling light flashed over Xia Xiqing's shoulder and hit the front, illuminating the dark road. Seeing his shadow on the ground being stretched, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but smile.

"Get into the car, I'm so annoying." Zhou Ziheng parked the car next to Xia Xiqing and opened the car door for him.

I knew that this moral model would not throw him here.

Xia Xiqing got into the co-pilot with a smile on his face. He turned sideways and took the car door. When he turned around, the gaze in front of him suddenly darkened.

Zhou Ziheng in the driver's seat held the steering wheel with one hand, took off the black baseball cap on his head with the other hand, and buckled it on Xia Xiqing's head, put on a hat with a hooded coat.

With his face tilted, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng in a daze.

"See what I do, wear a seat belt."

Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that the last time he pretended to be drunk, he was in this car. He took advantage of Zhou Ziheng's seat belt to hold him and took advantage of it.

"Why do I feel so familiar with this car?" Xia Xiqing pulled the seat belt, "Really, I really want to dream of riding your car, this is how it feels." While talking nonsense, he glanced at the side and saw Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple moving up and down nervously.

Too interesting.

"You're just dreaming." Zhou Ziheng threw down this sentence and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Xia Xiqing pressed the brim of the hat. Thinking of the scene when Zhou Ziheng put a hat on himself just now, he spoke jokingly, "Are you afraid of being photographed by paparazzi? You just don't want others to know that I live with you."

"Who lives with you?" Zhou Ziheng was almost furious.

"Ah no, right, I live next door." Xia Xiqing looked at himself in the rearview mirror, put his hair on the back and tied a small braid, "Hey, if you were really photographed, would others think I was a girl, and then make a fuss about you, the insulator of the scandal?"

The last few words are obviously a sarcastic tone. They don’t sound like praising him for not hyping scandals, but more like mocking him for being a “mother-fetal solo”. Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that his self-esteem was offended, so he also started to argue, “Girl? Is it a girl of 1.8 meters?”

"What's wrong with 1.8 meters? Anyway, you straight men look at your face." Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at him, and the corner of his mouth on his left curled up slightly, "My face is not disgusting at least."

He came over and got very close. Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt embarrassed and deliberately did not turn his head to look at him. He looked straight ahead, with awkward tone, "Don't disturb me from driving."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, raised his hands and made a surrender gesture, leaned back to the back of the passenger seat, leaned against the car window glass and looked out the window. The street was empty in the early morning, with rows of lonely street lights hitting the ground.

The car suddenly became quiet, and Zhou Ziheng recalled the scene when he sent Xia Xiqing back to the hotel uncontrollably. He was tightly held by Xia Xiqing, and his soft lips rubbed against his side neck.

Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and touched his neck.

That wonderful touch is like a sequelae after the shock, and it has been going on until now.

"Why."

Xia Xiqing's voice suddenly sounded, which scared Zhou Ziheng's hand trembled, and his hair stood up because of guilt. "What are you doing?" He didn't know what he was guilty. Every time he was alone with Xia Xiqing, he always felt something was wrong.

"Why do you want to grab my hand?" Xia Xiqing was still leaning against the car window, and the shadow under the brim of the hat covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his exact expression, "When the lights broke."

The hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and after a intersection, Zhou Ziheng gave an answer.

"Because you told me you are afraid of the darkness." Zhou Ziheng's tone was plain and there was no big ups and downs. "If it were another person who revealed his weakness to me, I would also be willing to protect him."

He is worthy of being a moral model.

The face under the brim of the hat sneered.

"So, the same is true. The last rhetorical question you asked tonight to be on the same ground?"

Zhou Ziheng paused, "Yes."

Indeed, if someone else was questioned like this, Zhou Ziheng would have questioned, because his personality made him unable to ignore these biased or even disrespectful things. But he still lied.

The hand that stretched out in the dark was not out of equal protection. But he still couldn't find what the "subconscious" that could define that moment was, and he could only deceive himself for the time being.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and Xia Xiqing never spoke again, which made Zhou Ziheng's chest feel a little stuffy. In fact, he had many questions to ask him, such as why he promised to shoot a magazine himself, and why he didn't continue to ask why he regretted not pick him up in person.

And why are you afraid of the dark?

But he didn't want to ask. This moment was as subtle as two people playing childish games sitting face to face, looking at each other.

Whoever blinks first will lose.

After meeting Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng became particularly competitive and did not want to be the one who blinked first.

They returned to the apartment building where they lived in silently. The two of them left the elevator one after another and walked into the porch on the top floor. Xia Xiqing walked in front and stretched to open the lock of his own door.

"Hey," Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded behind him, "Give me the hat back."

Xia Xiqing turned around, leaned against the door with a smirk, and spit out a word.

"No."

Surrendered. Zhou Ziheng frowned, "Why are you so rogue?"

"It's not the first time you've seen me," Xia Xiqing walked over to him, and his voice became much lighter. "Why, I'm just now I'm a scoundrel." After that, Xia Xiqing almost came to him, raised his eyes and looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes. Zhou Ziheng, wearing a mask, turned his eyes impatiently and reached out to prepare to take the hat back, but Xia Xiqing grabbed his wrist.

"Do you want it?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "I can give it to you too, but I want a exchange."

Zhou Ziheng shook his hand away, his eyes cold and hard, "This is my thing, why do you have to exchange conditions?"

"I never know who I am. Anyway, as long as I want it, it will be mine in the end." Xia Xiqing showed a beautiful smile and stroked Zhou Ziheng's shoulder last time, "I'm going to take the conditions."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's collar on his coat and kissed Zhou Ziheng through the mask.

Xia Xiqing, who was originally half-closed, raised her eyes upwards, and her breathtaking peach blossom eyes were hit straight into Zhou Ziheng's eyes with a smile. It was completely different from the first intense and strong kiss. Through the thin mask, the soft lips were tightly pressed together.

The moment before Zhou Ziheng recovered from waking up, Xia Xiqing opened her mouth slightly and gently bit Zhou Ziheng's lips through the mask.

Everything lasted only ten seconds, and all the movements seemed to be put into slow motion, playing slowly frame by frame. His clean and pure face, his slender eyelashes, and the mole on the tip of his nose were remembered.

Xia Xiqing, who was smiling at the corner of her crooked mouth, took off the baseball cap she was wearing and clamped it on Zhou Ziheng's head.

“deal.”

Turning around, he returned to his home simply.

At the end of the game, my eyes were sore and I was almost unable to hold on, but I finally couldn't hold on.

The hand clenched his fist hit the door behind him hard. Zhou Ziheng took off his hat irritably and turned back to his home. What he was angry was that Xia Xiqing could always easily overturn the line of defense he had painstakingly established. No matter how hard he tried, he had to admit it.

I am still the one who blinks first.

Many days after the magazine was filmed, Xia Xiqing had never met Zhou Ziheng, and he did not contact him on his own initiative. In order not to implicate him, Xia Xiqing specially "please" Xia Zhixu to help him blackmail the camera on the porch, and exchanged the condition for a series of out-of-print high school photos taken by Xu Qichen after buying the SLR in the second semester of his second year of high school.

The day before yesterday, the cover of the magazine was released in advance, and the official blog was very good at making trouble. He directly posted the covers of the two pages and attached the text - "Double magazines must have double covers, single choice questions, aorb?"

[Self-study makes me happy]: I will answer this question, Tsinghua University and Peking University.

[It is hard tolerate the law of self-study]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Hengheng's most aggressive history]: What kind of gentle and scum in the first version is the alpha alpha! The smell of pheromone makes me unconscious!
To be continued...