When picking up the plane, Xia Xiqing clearly felt that Zhou Hengshui's popularity was rising. Originally, his super high national popularity was already a weapon to struggle in the entertainment industry. Now, with the blessing of reality shows and CP popularity, his topicality has almost jumped to be the first of the 20 generations of male actors in the entertainment industry.

Luo and a few bodyguards surrounded Zhou Lingheng, stretched out their hands to form a human wall to stop the fans, and surrounded Zhou Lingheng, who was taller than them.

If Zhou Xiqing was the only one, the situation would be easier to control, but Xia Xiqing from the other side of the CP was also in Shang Sirui, and there was a popular top of the boy group. These people combined, the fans' orders of magnitude doubled. Shang Sirui was a gentleman, and he had always asked the bodyguard to protect Ruan Xiao, and he was following Ruan Xiao.

Xia Xiqing was walking behind Zhou Qingheng, but unexpectedly, a fan came up and pulled his sleeves and pulled his loose white sweater, half of his shoulders exposed. Screams were everywhere in his ears, which made Xia Xiqing dizzy and reached out to pull the clothes on his shoulders.

"Don't pull Xi Qing's clothes!"

"Xi Qing, Xi Qing's clothes!"

"Who is pulling it out of here? Let it go!"

Xia Xiqing couldn't help but frown. The career of a celebrity is really not something that ordinary people do. He has become popular long ago, but now he can only endure it.

Looking back, I couldn't see who was pulling my clothes. There were too many people. Xia Xiqing frowned and grabbed my collar, and spoke reluctantly, "Don't be excited, the clothes will be torn."

The scene was chaotic for a while. Zhou heng, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around, reached out to grab the girl's wrist, "Let go."

The girl who grabbed Xia Xiqing tightly looked up, and Zhou Heng looked down with an expression on his face. He was shocked by his aura and let go of his hand in a daze.

"Don't do this next time, it's very dangerous." Zhou heng turned his head and adjusted his torn clothes very casually. He hugged Xia Xiqing's shoulder and brought him to the diagonal front of him, using ji to separate Xia Xiqing from his fans.

Moving forward with difficulty, the fans became more and more excited. Several bodyguards were entangled by the fans and felt a little impatient. They reached out to push them, but were stopped by Zhou Lingheng, "Don't push them."

His tone was very stern, "It's very dangerous and easy to have stampede incidents." His voice was a little bit singing, as if he wanted to let everyone hear it, "Don't squeeze it, it's not that I can't see you, there's still a chance in the future. Be careful and be careful."

Xia Xiqing, who was originally very irritable, couldn't help laughing at this moment. This person was really radiant with the glory of a saint.

For ordinary celebrities, I have cursed them hundreds of times in my heart.

He turned his head and looked at the clearly-choked hand holding his shoulder. He suddenly envied Zhou Huangheng. No, it was better to be jealous than envy. Because when it comes to anything, he could deal with it with the brightest attitude.

A born gentle and righteous person.

Even if he tempted and forced Zhou Lingheng again and again, he would still lend a helping hand to help him because of his deity and tried to protect him, just like protecting anyone who needs protection, even if he was so unbearable.

Xia Xiqing hated such people, and hated people who lived like light, and their existence made him even more despicable.

The program team's car took them to the recording location of this program. Time was tight, so they could only handle dinner casually during the styling. Zhou heng, Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui used a dressing room. As soon as they changed their clothes, Xiao Luo and Shang Sirui's assistant came in with food.

"Xi Qing," Xiao Luo called Xia Xiqing, "[Eat something, this is very famous in the local area and should be in line with the appetite."

Xia Xiqing responded with a smile, but she didn't have much expectation. Whether it was eating hot pot together before or going to the canteen alone with Zhou heng for dinner, Zhou heng's taste was as light as ever, and almost never touched the chili.

But when he walked to the sand, he saw Xiao Luo unpacking one by one, but half of the dishes were red, spicy chicken and hairy. The other half was light dishes, which you could tell at a glance that it was Zhou heng's taste.

"These are all ordered by Heng," Luo covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered to Xia Xiqing as if he was making a report. "It's not my order. If you don't like it, blame Heng, haha."

Zhou heng, who had just changed his clothes, walked in. Unlike the previous private servers, the clothes arranged by the program team looked much simpler. A dark blue long-sleeved sweatshirt paired with light blue jeans. Strangely, this outfit is surprisingly similar to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing looked down at him. It was also a dark blue top and light blue jeans, but the styles were slightly different.

The program team wants to hype CP, so it’s not like the clothes. Xia Xiqing smiled reluctantly, and he could almost imagine the crazy scene of online CP fans when the behind-the-scenes were released.

"Here you're back, hey, your clothes look like Xi Qing's." Xiao Luo grabbed the stubble on the back of his head, "Is it possible that the program team made a couple outfit?"

Zhou heng's expression immediately became unrestrained. He lowered his head and stretched out his long legs and kicked Xiao Luo, "What kind of couple outfits are you... shut up."

Xia Xiqing chuckled and sat down on the sand, "Is this all right?"

"Who ordered it?" Zhou heng sat down, pointing at Xiao Luo with an expression that I didn't know anything, "I ordered it, I ordered it, I want to be so spicy after ordering so many spicy things."

Luo Luo and Xia Xiqing looked at each other, and both of them almost couldn't hold back their smiles.

Zhou heng grabbed the head that was not yet shaped, looked like a boy, coughed and said awkwardly, "What, I can't eat it so spicy, I can eat it, I'll just eat it."

"That's it..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with a smile, and the ending sound changed back to the same as before, light and fluttering.

Zhou Xiheng was afraid that he would say this, but he was a little happy. He felt that Xia Xiqing had returned to the previous Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing fell into a dream on the plane made him feel strange and distressed.

He lowered his head and said, taking a pair of chopsticks from the packaging bag and disassembly, "It's cheap."

"Thank you." Xia Xiqing took away the chopsticks from his hand without hesitation, "It's all my favorite food, what a coincidence."

After hearing this, Zhou Xiheng was a little happy, but in order to maintain his poor lies, he could only remain silent and lowered his head to eat the food on his side. Shang Sirui happened to be here, humming a song in his mouth. Xia Xiqing looked at it, "So happy."

"How is the musical music we're back this time? How good is it?"

The male assistant on the side shook his head reluctantly, "Okay, I'll be a scammer."

Shang Sirui was too lazy to care, so he jumped to the side of the sand, "It smells so good. Hey, the clothes of the two of them seem." He pulled the dark red coat on his body, walked to Xia Xiqing's end and sat down next to him, "The ancient red and blue is CP!" Afterwards, he pressed his chin against Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "I want to eat it. I want to eat spicy chicken."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing picked up a piece of chicken and sent it to Shang Sirui's mouth, "open his mouth."

This kind of intimate behavior always occurs frequently between the two of them. Zhou Heng thought he was used to it, but he found that he could not get used to it.

He ate a few bites of rice silently, not even trying to lift the chopsticks. He seemed to have a lemon stuffed into his chest, which was repeatedly squeezed by a pair of hands, and the sour juice flowed.

The Communist Party of China did not eat too much, so Zhou heng got up to make a look. Shang Sirui was a little surprised, "heng eats this little bit."

"I may have to audition next week and I am managing my weight recently."

Half true and half false, not a complete lie, Zhou hengI comfort me.

Shang Sirui's assistant took apart the ordered fried chicken and placed it in front of him. Shang Sirui stuffed a piece of fried chicken into one bite and complained vaguely, "It must be that kind of bitter movie again. When will I take a TV series? I'll give you a supporting role."

Zhou Lingheng, who started to make a styling, sat in front of the mirror and closed his eyes, "When will I act in a pet-themed drama?"

Shang Sirui could only turn grief and anger into appetite, and resisted the desire to beat Zhou heng and ate fried chicken.

Before the program officially started recording, the four guests finally gathered together. Like the first episode of the program, several men in black appeared, holding black eye masks in their hands, preparing to bring them into their own initial room when the director shouted.

Only then did Xia Xiqing realize that the color of the clothes Ruan Xiao was wearing was the same as Shang Sirui, with a red denim jacket and black jeans underneath.

Could it be that this episode has a tendency to group? The sequelae left behind in the previous episode made him focus on the styles arranged by the program team for everyone. Zhou heng and ji's clothes are almost exactly the same, while Shang Sirui and Ruan Xiao's clothes are very similar.

But it is unlikely that the program team will do so obviously, if there are really some groups.

If the screenwriter has not changed, according to the last routine, you will only know the real copy plot when you enter the secret room.

Xia Xiqing, who was indulging in thinking, looked up and saw Zhou Heung looking at him, with a hint of worry in his eyes. Before he could react to why Zhou Heung showed such an expression, his eyes were blindfolded by the man in black.

Fuck. He almost forgot about this.

In the darkness, his arms were grabbed, guiding him forward step by step, suddenly stopped and signaled him to sit down.

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the chair, heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away. The temporary darkness inevitably made him feel physically discomfort. Fortunately, the time was short, and not long after he sat down, he heard the familiar narration of the show.

"Okay, welcome to "Escape from Heaven" again. First of all, please take off your blindfold."

Can you take off your eye mask directly this time? Xia Xiqing is a little uncomfortable with it so easy.

In any case, it was so uncomfortable to wear this. Xia Xiqing took off his blindfold without hesitation. The secret room in front of him finally appeared in front of him. This time the room looked like an ordinary bedroom, dark blue wallpaper and gray bedding, as well as some game figures, which looked like a boy's bedroom.

The most different from last time was that Xia Xiqing was indeed the only one in this bedroom. For some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart. He was probably not used to it.

"First of all, I need to explain to you the precautions for this game. Please note that you are trapped in different rooms. To win the final victory, we must escape from our room first, collect the outermost password clues on the way, and crack the ultimate lock. Of course, like the previous issue, there is a killer among us, who has the right to kill any of them. If the killer becomes the final winner, all the points played will be cleared. The mobile phones in our hands can be used to vote anonymously on the killer who is suspicious in our hearts, and the gamer will continue the game."

"It should be noted that each of us has a radio in our room. When we are trapped in our own room, we can communicate with people in other rooms through the radio."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"The game begins."

Radio? Xia Xiqing stood up and walked around the camera arranged by the program team as he had used to follow his previous habits. The room was not very good, but the layout inside was full of comfort, a bed that looked pretty comfortable, and a wardrobe filled with a square carpet on the ground. There was a small table on the carpet, and the radio that the program team passed by was placed on the table.

The overall layout looks very lifelike, as if it is like a bedroom where people have lived. The chair he was sitting in front of the desk, with the desk next to the head of the bed, and there was a laptop computer, a few stacked books, and a table lamp with a lampshade that was not opened.

It is strange that many things in this room are placed in the placement, such as the cup placed on the desk, and there is a circle of shallow dents in the placement, as if carved on a wooden table. Xia Xiqing picked up the cup, touched the dent, and then tapped it with his fingers.

It's a hollow sound.

Not only cups, many items in this room were placed in specific circles. Xia Xiqing found it strange, but the evidence at hand currently gives a reasonable explanation.

"By the way, the radio..." Xia Xiqing, who remembered that this was recording the show, started to "talk" quite deliberately. He walked to the side of the small square carpet. The shadow that was cast in advance last time made him unable to help lifting the carpet. There was nothing underneath, but like the cup before, there was a circle of dents that were small as the carpet.

He tried to turn on the radio, and only the noise was revealed. This thing was too old for him. There were three knobs on the small radio, one blue and two red. The red knobs were a little different. One was marked with a number 0, but the other was nothing.

blue?

He remembered the clothes on Zhou heng, and probably the knob was almost the same as him, so he tried to turn it for a while, and it was still a noise. There was no sound when it was turned from the leftmost to the rightmost or backwards.

Xia Xi had already learned about the pervertedness of the program team early on, and it was impossible to have such an easy problem to solve. He simply put the radio there and did not turn it off. The noise became the background sound for him to search for other clues.

He returned to his desk, opened one of the books, and unexpectedly found a bookmark inside.

Accurately, it is a butterfly specimen.

Xia Xiqing picked up the butterfly sealed in the transparent specimen, stared at it carefully, and remembered his little one.

In the subject class, the teacher asked everyone to go back, accompanied by the eldest son to catch an insect, and take it back to the class next week, and observe it with the classmates.

He doesn't like insects with hard carapaces hiding in the soil and dead leaves, he likes butterflies with beautiful wings.

But no one wants to accompany him to catch him.

"Butterflies can fly, do you think they can be caught so easily?"

"I don't have that spare time to catch bugs, I want to work."

But Xia Xiqing was stubborn since childhood. On the afternoon when his parents refused, he came to the garden in a depressed mood.

Just by chance, he saw a butterfly with blue markings, flashing its wings lightly, occasionally staying on the roses behind the yard.

His little heart trembled for it.

In order to catch him, Xia Xiqing, a junior high school student, spent all night making tools, and sat in front of the steps with the small net, for an afternoon.

Finally, he sprained his foot and scratched his calf and arm by the roses. He limped and excitedly pinched the net and locked the beautiful butterfly in an exquisite cage.

There are four days left before the next class. Xia Xiqing's first thing every day when he wakes up is to look at his little butterfly, feed him water, put fresh roses on him, and lie on the table and watch him flapping his beautiful wings.

I indulge in this obsession every day, and even the pain left when I get it can be forgotten.

Finally, the day when he could bring the little butterfly to the class and introduce it to everyone, Xia Xiqing stood on the stool and searched around. After searching for a long time, he found a blue velvet that could match his little butterfly. He carefully put the velvet on the cage and took him to the classroom.

Some have taken the little ladybug, some are long-lasting bulls, and beetles, and none of them can compare to his little butterfly.

"Show me for them." He smiled so proudly and lifted the velvet.

Unlike what he expected, the blue butterfly that should have danced was lying silently in the cage, motionless, and no longer could Xia Xiqing cry or shake the cage with his scratched hands. He did not fly up and fluttered his beautiful wings at him.

It would be great if I hadn't caught this butterfly.

If I hadn't seen him in the rose bush that afternoon, hadn't tried to keep him by my side, hadn't paid everything to try to have it.

I won't lose it.

"Xia Xiqing."

"Xi Qing."

Thoughts suddenly pulled away from the memories, and Xia Xiqing put down the butterfly specimen in his hand and turned around.

The radio with only noise just now had a sound.
Chapter completed!