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 met, but she still smiled sweetly.

"It's the second episode today." Ruan Xiao came over and smiled at Shang Rui, "You will definitely be on the hot search by then. I have even thought about the entry. [Shang Rui's acting skills are very good]."

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

Shang Rui bulged his mouth and shook his body and bumped into Xia Xiqing, "Who is the tiger? Are you still 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. He smiled, "I'm dead, of course not me."

"Maybe you'll die tonight." Shang rui joked with a smile.

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

"Ziheng didn't talk much today," Shang Rui deliberately changed the topic, "It may be a guilty person, but in fact he is just a killer."

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

Zhou Ziheng, who was teased, raised his head and looked at Shang Rui with sharp eyes, with a plain tone, "Okay, I'll kill you tonight."

Shang Rui immediately smiled and hooked Zhou Ziheng's neck, "Don't, handsome guy, let me go. Hey, didn't you last time? If it were a killer, would you kill Xi Qing? Don't forget your oath."

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

After being pushed away, Shang Rui pestered Xia Xiqing again, "So too. No matter who you two are killers, you must kill each other. Keep your word."

Ruan Xiao put his hands on his chest, "Okay, if I am a killer, I will kill you, I promise."

Looking at Ruan Xiao’s serious speech, Shang Rui 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 smiling. 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 sitting next to his corresponding seat.

Shang Rui pulled him behind, "Xi Qing, I'm in the back row behind you." He took two steps and sat next to Ruan Xiao next to the window, smiling, "I may slept to death, otherwise it would 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, it's comfortable to block the light."

Shang Rui happily took one, thanked a few more times 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, borrow it."

Zhou Ziheng's long legs that had nowhere to be placed were occupied by the duty. He took up the slightest and asked Xia Xiqing to go in.

"Thanks."

This alienated and hypocritical politeness made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable. Who would have thought that this person had ambiguous lunch with Zi in the school cafeteria a few days ago, and he was teasing him.

"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 went, the more intense the cedar breath seemed to become, making Zhou Ziheng uncomfortable.

Just like adding evidence of guilt, he repeatedly argued in his heart that Xia Xiqing's arrogance, thinking that he could get out earlier in this way.

Yu Guang, Xia Xiqing's slender hand was lightly placed on the armrest beside the seat. This 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 before Zhou Ziheng would fall into the illusion of disguised himself, but he refused to sink. This incident itself repeatedly reminded Xia Xiqing that no one like you would truly love you.

Although this story has long been white.

Xia Xiqing, who was reluctant to speak, chose to sleep. He looked at the steam eye mask on 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 a program.

Xia Xiqing is afraid of the darkness, so wearing an eye mask at the beginning 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, as if you could see the tiny white paper fibers swaying gently between the printed words, just like Zhou Ziheng's heart now, there was a sway that was 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 above 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 a quiet moment. 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 the 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 were curled up involuntarily, and Zhou Ziheng withdrew his hand.

Xia Xiqing couldn't fall asleep completely. His eyes closed, but other senses became sensitive on their own. He could hear Zhou Ziheng's sound of flipping books, and he made a light and slow movement to extend the friction of the pages, slowly streaking on 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 little by little with the hull, sinking into a deeper dream.

He didn't seem to be too big in his dream, and everyone in his vision was tall, drowning himself, hot blood flowed from his chin to his clothes on his chest, and the small cartoon character was dyed red. The hospital was crowded with people, and he was pulled by an unfamiliar person, like a doll with only one hand, his body was swung regardless of the smell of disinfectant, and he went to the operating room full of disinfectant smell.

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 a 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 my eyes, Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of his eyes with his hands, turned his head, his voice was hoarse and his tone was sharp, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ziheng's face was stunned. He seemed to have just come out of his divine state, and a hint of confusion and guilt appeared on his face with a separate outline.

"How long have you watched it?"

Xia Xiqing guessed his behavior 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 lies.

"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, his eyes reflected the clouds in the window, looking very sincere.

“Tindal effect.”

This answer made Xia Xiqing feel.

Zhou Ziheng did not lie.

After Xia Xiqing fell asleep, Zhou Ziheng's heart seemed to fall a feather, falling down slowly, and the place where he touched was itchy, but the feather could not fall to the ground.
To be continued...