Ruan Xiao was the last one to arrive. She was wearing a classic burberry windbreaker with long hair tied into a ponytail. She looked much more capable than when she first met, but she still smiled sweetly.

"The second episode is broadcast today." Ruan Xiao smiled and said to Shang Sirui as soon as he came over, "You will definitely be on the hot search by then. I have even thought of the entry, [Shang Sirui's acting skills are very good]."

"Isn't it [Shang Sirui pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger]?" Xia Xiqing joined the team teasing Shang Sirui.

Shang Sirui bulged his mouth and shook his body and bumped into Xia Xiqing, "Who is the tiger? Are you or Ziheng?"

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The other party was playing with his phone with his head down, and he didn't seem to want to reply, so he smiled, "I'm the first to die, of course it's not me."

"Maybe you will be the first to die tonight." Shang Sirui joked with a smile.

Ruan Xiao also laughed, "Don't set flags randomly."

"Ziheng didn't talk much today? g," Shang Sirui deliberately changed the topic, "Maybe he was guilty of being a thief, but in fact he was just a killer."

"When will he like to talk?" Ruan Xiao accidentally made a break.

Zhou Ziheng, who was teased, raised his head and looked at Shang Sirui with a sharp look, with a plain tone, "Okay, I'll be the first to kill you tonight."

Shang Sirui immediately walked over with a smile and hooked Zhou Ziheng's neck, "Don't you let me go, handsome guy. Didn't you say last time that if it was a killer, you would be the first to kill Xi Qing? Don't forget your oath."

As soon as he heard him say Xia Xiqing's name, Zhou Ziheng changed his face slightly, deliberately made a disgusting expression and pushed Shang Sirui away, "What a vow, I'm sick."

After being pushed away, Shang Sirui entangled Xia Xiqing again, "So too. No matter who you two are killers, you must kill each other and keep your word."

Ruan Xiao put his hands on his chest, "Okay, if I were the killer, I would be the first to kill you, I promise."

Looking at Ruan Xiao’s serious speech, Shang Sirui immediately asked, “Why, we have no complaints in the future and no grudges in the near future, how can you do this? Xiaoxiao…”

"Because you're talking too much."

Everyone was talking and laughing. Xia Xiqing noticed that Zhou Ziheng took off his sunglasses and pinched his nose bridge.

He looks very good without makeup, but the black green is a bit serious right now.

Maybe the exam is too hard? Xia Xiqing guessed.

Several people boarded the plane together, and the seats were arranged together. Before he could get on, Xia Xiqing guessed that his seat must be next to Zhou Ziheng. Sure enough, he looked at Zhou Ziheng walking in front and sat next to his corresponding seat.

Shang Sirui pulled him behind, "Xi Qing, I'm in the back of you." He walked over in three steps, sat next to Ruan Xiao, who was beside the window, and said with a smile, "I may slept to death, otherwise it will be more convenient for you to change seats." Ruan Xiao agreed immediately, and took out a steam mask from his bag, "You can take this to sleep with you, it's comfortable to block the light."

Shang Sirui happily took one, said a few thanks and then put down the seat and lay down.

Ruan Xiao was kind, and Xia Xiqing also took off her blindfold, smiled at her, and then stood beside Zhou Ziheng who had already sat down, "Sorry, I'll borrow it."

Zhou Ziheng's long legs that had nowhere to be placed were too busy, so he took in and let Xia Xiqing go in.

"Thanks."

This alienated and hypocritical politeness made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable. Who would have thought that this person had lunch with him ambiguously in the school cafeteria a few days ago and teased each other.

"You're welcome." Zhou Ziheng also responded with a smile.

When Xia Xi passed by him, Zhou Ziheng smelled a strange fragrance, like lemon, and a bit of cool woody aroma, like cedar. This is not Xia Xiqing's style at all, but like the taste preferences of other men.

The deeper I thought about it, the stronger the cedar breath seemed to become, making Zhou Ziheng uncomfortable.

Just as adding evidence of guilt, he repeatedly argued in his heart about Xia Xiqing's promiscuity, thinking that he could get out earlier.

Yu Guangli, Xia Xiqing's slender hand was lightly placed on the armrest beside the seat. The hand that had once held his chest made Zhou Ziheng feel scared, and made his mind, which had calmed down these days, dizzy again.

After experiencing the past few days, there was an irreversible gap between Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng. Although their previous relationship was not very close, Xia Xiqing was born proud and his self-esteem was repeatedly hit. Even if he had a huge desire to conquer the person in front of him, he still needed a buffer period to recover his vitality.

Everyone in Zhou Ziheng would fall into the illusion he disguised, but he refused to sink. This incident itself repeatedly reminded Xia Xiqing that no one like you would truly love you.

Although he had understood this principle for a long time.

Xia Xiqing, who was reluctant to speak, chose to sleep. He looked at the steam eye mask in his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally put it aside, just closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

Zhou Ziheng looked at the blindfold he put up and remembered the blindfolded eyes he had when he was recording the show for the first time.

Xia Xiqing is afraid of the darkness, so wearing an eye mask in the secret room will cause adverse reactions.

That's why he took a gamble and used the fastest and most direct method to test whether there was another person in this room and help him get out of the darkness.

I don’t know if it was because of the ups and downs of my mood, Zhou Ziheng couldn’t sleep well. He looked through a book on quantum mechanics that he had not finished reading before.

The sunlight at 4:30 pm shines on the pages, illuminating the smooth pages to the furry. It seems that the small white paper fibers can be seen swaying gently between the printed words, just like Zhou Ziheng's heart now, there is a sway that is almost impossible to detect by others.

Xia Xiqing, who was half asleep, slightly straightened his head, closed his eyes, and as his head raised, his neck stretched long, like a swan that fell into a coma in the sunlight.

Zhou Ziheng forced himself not to look at him, but the dark screen of the laptop on his desk reflected Xia Xiqing's sleeping face. The protruding Adam's apple on his smooth neck looked like a lonely mountain range on the plain. The one buried below the mountain was nothing else, but Zhou Ziheng's heart. Whenever the small bulge rolled slightly, his heart began to shake uncontrollably.

He suddenly became addicted to such quiet moments. Although peeping is not such a decent thing, Xia Xiqing would not take the initiative to seduce him or make any dangerous moves. He just existed quietly by his side, like a volcano that temporarily silenced.

I am nostalgic about the cherry rain and snow light on Mount Fuji, but I am afraid of the hot magma that swells at any time.

Human desires are always selfish and complex.

As for the face reflected on the screen, the book in his hand seemed to be missing something. Zhou Ziheng's fingers flipped through two pages impetuously, and couldn't help but feel sorry. It's not that the book is missing something, but that his heart is missing a piece.

Part of it was eaten by the snake in the Garden of Eden.

His eyes couldn't help but float to the screen again and again. Zhou Ziheng found that Xia Xiqing's brows were slightly frowning. He guessed that it might be too bright. He stretched out his hand as lightly as possible and wanted to pull the sun visor for him. As soon as his finger touched the window, he heard Xia Xiqing's voice.

"Don't keep it."

Xia Xiqing did not open her eyes, but turned her head towards the window, her voice with a little half-dream and hoarseness.

"I can't sleep without light."

His fingers couldn't help but curl up, and Zhou Ziheng withdrew his hand.

Xia Xiqing was not able to fall asleep completely. His eyes closed, but other senses became sensitive on their own. He could hear Zhou Ziheng's sound of flipping through books, and he made a light and slow movement to extend the friction of the pages and slowly stroked his heart. He could also hear Zhou Ziheng's occasional long breathing sounds, like sighs, but not that much.

Under the sunlight, his closed eyes turned everything in his vision into a hazy orange-red color. As his consciousness gradually sinks, it sways, reminding him of Monet's "Sunset on the Coast", which is at ease and warm.

Light has no shape.

Closed eyes, the feeling of light is the most accurate.

So the moment Zhou Ziheng reached out, Xia Xiqing quickly woke up. His desire for light made him unable to sleep peacefully, fear, fear, and the emotions he was confined to in the darkness suddenly surged out.

No one understands it. Xia Xiqing knows it.

Zhou Ziheng never tried to disturb his sleep anymore, and he could not even hear any of Zhou Ziheng's voices.

As usual, it was difficult for Xia Xiqing to fall asleep on the plane. It felt like he was floating and sinking with the surging waves. But this time, the boat seemed to have been drilled into a small hole, and the water slipped in quietly. He sank into a deeper dream as the hull fell little by little, sinking into a deeper dream.

He seemed not too big in his dream. Everyone in his vision was tall and drowned himself. The hot blood flowed from his chin to his clothes on his chest. The little cartoon character was dyed red. People came and went to the hospital, and he was pulled by an unfamiliar person, like a doll with only one hand held, his body was swung regardless of the smell of disinfectant.

The quarrels in my ears were not stopped, the abnormal feeling of cold needles passing through the anesthetic skin, and the tears that could shed unscrupulously as a child.

The woman's sharp crying.

[Why did I give birth to you!]

[It would be fine if you don't exist.]

[You are the beginning of my miserable life.]

He looked down and was no longer wearing the blood-stained clothes, and there were no cartoon characters. The pain guided him to reach out. The bruises on his arms, one after another, golf clubs, or other expensive metal products, as long as they were suitable, left marks on him.

Like canvas, it is not a pity to be painted.

[The person who loves you the most in the world is your parents, do you know?]

The whole class made a childish voice in unison.

[knew--]

knew.

I really want to raise my hand to ask a question.

Teacher, what if my parents don’t love me?

Then there will be people in this world...

The water flooded his breath, and the suffocating drowning made Xia Xiqing wake up in an instant, like a dying fish, catching the air that relies on for survival, and he raised his hand in panic and touched the scar on his chin.

It was dusk when I opened my eyes, and the clouds in the sky were dyed with magnificent colors. The fragile surface leaked in my sleep made him full of defense. When I saw Zhou Ziheng staring at his eyes, Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands, turned his head, his voice hoarse and sharp tone, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ziheng's face was stunned. He seemed to have just walked out of his distracted state, and a hint of confusion and guilt appeared on his clearly contoured face.

"How long have you watched it?"

Xia Xiqing guessed how he was when he was entangled by nightmare. Perhaps he grabbed the fabric of the seat with his fingers nervously, perhaps he muttered in a naughty way, or perhaps he had even more embarrassing performances. He tried to find the answer from Zhou Ziheng's reaction.

"It's been a while..." Zhou Ziheng lowered his deep eyes and looked at a corner guiltily. His long and dense eyelashes were shining with sunlight, casting a long flashing shadow on his lower eyelids.

He did not lie. Zhou Ziheng is a stubborn person, but he doesn't like lying.

"What do you see?" Xia Xiqing, who was peeking at the fragile face, unconsciously raised the thorn on his body, "What did you see?"

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes again, and the clouds outside the window reflected in his eyes, looking very sincere.

“Tindal effect.”

This answer surprised Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng did not lie.

After Xia Xiqing fell asleep, Zhou Ziheng felt like a feather fell down in his heart, falling down slowly, and the place he touched was itchy, but the feather could not fall to the ground.
To be continued...