"Yes, I'm good at it." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and took a step back.

"As an actor, I can't stand a little more qualified before you. I want you to do it for me... But I even did an intimate performance. My level is indeed worthy of playing with you."

There is no emotional experience, it is a piece of blank paper. When encountering an opponent like Xia Xiqing, he can only control it at will. But to be honest, even if he controls it, he has no complaints and he is willing to do so.

Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists with both hands and let go, "Actually, I never thought about what methods to play with you, I just want to know too much..."

I really want to know what position I am in you. I really want to know if you may fall in love with me a little bit.

I want to know too much... You have discovered that I like you for a long time and have been thinking about when to get rid of me.

"...Yes." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "Yes, I did something wrong today. I should reject Song Nian. To be honest, I would have tormented myself to do this." He took a deep breath, and the angry expression on his face disappeared without a trace. He smiled, "You are free, you can do whatever you want."

It’s just that my damn possessiveness is tortureting me, it’s your fault.

His former lush forest.

After falling in love with Xia Xiqing, the forest caught fire, with raging flames and thick smoke rolling. No matter how powerful the fire brigade is, he is helpless with such a fire, and can only watch the flame spread until it burns to death.

He thought he could stop in time, but found that there was no turning back at all.

Looking at the smile on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing's sudden thrust hurt. He actually wanted to see Zhou Ziheng like this. He even understood why he said such harsh words that aroused him. He seemed to have become a different person.

If it were any little lover who deliberately made a show in front of him, Xia Xiqing would at most turn and end the relationship, and would say a word. He also knew that Zhou Ziheng did not do anything substantial at all, and he didn't even touch Song Nian.

He is just testing.

When he found that Zhou Ziheng was testing him, he was more afraid than angry.

Fear of fear triggers self-protection mechanisms, forcing him to overreact.

Xia Xiqing tried to drive, but it was extremely difficult, "I..."

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ziheng did not wait for Xia Xiqing's words. His words were thrown high with his every move and fell heavily.

"You are willing to forgive me now, it doesn't matter." Zhou Ziheng even dared to touch Xia Xiqing. At first, it was for the performance, but now it was because of guilt, afraid that Xia Xiqing would resist more fiercely. "On the other hand, don't be angry, I just felt that you were a little..."

Comfortable.

Before these three words were said, Xia Xiqing, who was leaning against the dryer, almost stopped. He held the sink with his hand before he could hold it. Zhou Ziheng lifted it up and held Xia Xiqing in his arms with all his strength. Xia Xiqing used all his strength to push him, and he pushed him away.

Only then did Zhou Ziheng feel the normal heat coming from him. He let go of his arms and stretched out his hand to Xia Xiqing's forehead. He avoided it. There was no way Zhou Ziheng could only hold onto his neck and press his forehead against him.

"In a while, someone else saw it..."

"See it when you see it." Zhou Ziheng almost got angry at him, and soon suppressed his emotions and softened his voice. "I made a big gossip headline, as long as you care."

Anyway, I care.

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything or struggle. Zhou Ziheng sniffed and took his forehead away, "You have a fever, let's go back to the hotel."

"I am a man, and I have a cold and fever, and what kind of serious illness is they still in the bag. I just need to call Xiaoxiao."

Zhou Ziheng just pretended that he hadn't heard this and continued to say his own words, "Can you still go? Forget it, don't. I'll carry you." As he said that, he squatted in front of Xia Xiqing, "Come up, let's go back."

He thought again that sick people are very vulnerable, and he should have such a tough attitude. So he turned around and looked up at Xia Xiqing with his face, "Come on."

Xia Xiqing's nose was sour. Why did this person repeatedly endure his harshness and absurdity? The more he did this, the more he felt he was hateful and sad. He deliberately made Zhou Ziheng jealous once, making Zhou Ziheng lose the calmness and self-control he should have. Zhou Ziheng only wanted to know what he thought, so he tortured like this.

He bent down and hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, compromised with him and himself. Zhou Ziheng's arms wrapped around him firmly hugged his thighs and carried him on his back.

Xia Xiqing buried his head on Zhou Ziheng's side neck.

That song was indeed sung for myself.

If he can tolerate him being spoiled, he must rely on him.

It's easy to say. Xia Xiqing has never received so much love from anyone, so much that he has been thinking about what if one day Zhou Ziheng wants him, what should he do?

If it were before, he could live as freely as if nothing had happened, because he had never loved him.

But now, he clearly has loved it, so how can he pretend that he has never been there before.

How can we lose things calmly?

"Yes, I didn't take good care of you even when you were sick." Zhou Ziheng carried him into the elevator, "I really..."

"In our relationship, you don't have to take care of me."

The words "not qualified" may be more appropriate. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said with a smile, "Who said it is not necessary? Even if you are a friend, it is worth taking care of him when you are sick. If you are a friend, we are also colleagues now..."

Xia Xiqing's whole body was so painful. He was obviously forced to say these words, but he also knew why, but he felt so uncomfortable.

He walked downstairs with his back on his back. This time they were originally from an ordinary car. Zhou Ziheng took the key himself, put Xia Xiqing in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and brought a thermos cup from the back seat and unscrewed the lid and handed it to him, "Drink some hot water." Zhou Ziheng sat in the driver's seat, reached out and touched Xia Xiqing's forehead, "You are sweating coldly." He took a small blanket from the back seat and covered Xia Xiqing's body, and closed the window for him.

The blanket looks very familiar. Xia Xiqing sipped a lot of hot water and remembered it back in the misty mist.

It turned out that when he was sleeping in the dressing room in the afternoon, it was a blanket covered by Zhou Ziheng.

The hotel is far from KTV, a ten-minute drive away. On the way, Zhou Ziheng called Director Kun and told them to send Xia Xiqing back to rest. The phone was hung up, and it happened to be a red light. The car slowly braked and was waiting for the road.

“Okay.”

Xia Xiqing suddenly apologized, Zhou Ziheng was stunned and turned his head to look at him.

"I..." Xia Xiqing's hand clutched the wall of the cup tightly and pursed her lips, "I know how hurtful what I do."

Zhou Ziheng never thought Xia Xiqing would feel guilty towards him, "It's all good. Since I said I could bear it, I must do it, otherwise I will say it." He stepped on the accelerator with a traffic light exchange, "And I picked it up first, after all, I was responsible for it."

Xia Xiqing lowered his eyebrows and eyes. If they broke up today, he might be more distressed. But Zhou Ziheng compromised like this, which made him sad.

He was soaked all the way, and his perception became blurry until Zhou Ziheng put him on the bed. He watched Zhou Ziheng cover him with a tight corner, and every corner was tightly tucked and airtight.

"You have drunk wine, and now you can take medicine at will." He took out the thermometer from his medicine box, threw it twice and reached into the sack. "It may be a little ice." Looking at Xia Xiqing's thermometer, frowned, and Zhou Ziheng suddenly became a pool of water, and he just wanted to hold him and let go.

When he measured the temperature, he poured a basin of cold water, soaked his towel and wrung it out, folded it and placed it on Xia Xiqing's forehead.

"It should be cured." Xia Xiqing took out the thermometer himself, and Zhou Ziheng took it and saw that a hanging one was less. "It's good, 37.7 degrees, low fever, low fever." He murmured to himself and put the thermometer on the table, "It's okay to take medicine."

Xia Xiqing saw him busy like a headless fly, and it felt even more uncomfortable.

"I was often sick when I was a child." After saying the opening remark, Xia Xiqing endured himself and laughed at himself. Can colds and fever really be regarded as a vulnerable borrower?

But Zhou Ziheng just held his hand, knelt on the edge of the bed, his eyes were soft, and he looked at him, and he said nothing more than that.

"Once, people in the fever said something, but they still had to go to an art banquet because my mother promised others to take me to attend." Every time Xia Xiqing talked about the past, his eyes sagged consciously, as if he closed a door, and was afraid that people would see what was hidden inside. "I actually feel very uncomfortable. Will the bones in my body hurt when I have a fever? I cried. My mother would coax me at the beginning and told me to take me to see a doctor as soon as I finished. I still kept crying. When others looked at me, she felt that I gave her a sex, and she felt that I was embarrassed."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, trembling on Zhou Ziheng's. Zhou Ziheng gently kissed Xia Xiqing's back of his hand, and rubbed it gently with his thumb, "How old were you at that time?"

Xia Xiqing sucked his nose, "Remember, I'm going to kindergarten? Elementary school? It's pretty young anyway." He looked up at the ceiling with his face and chuckled, "Since then, I've never told others when I'm sick and cause trouble for others. As long as I die, it doesn't matter."

The way he said this was exactly the same as Jiang Tong in the script.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, Xia Xiqing immediately turned his face to the other side. He also minded, but just held his hand tighter.

"If you are sick, you should take care of it." He took off the towel on Xia Xiqing's forehead, soaked it in cold water, wrung it out and placed it gently on his forehead, "The wrong one is you, your parents."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, he felt that he was willful and overthinking. The sharpest thorn pierced into a ball of soft flesh, and did not retreat. Instead, he endured the pain and wrapped his thorn with softness.

Finally, the thorns and soft flesh grow together, pull out, and cut them.

His eyelids were heavy and he raised his eyes, and he felt a pair of hands tightly holding his hands, never letting them go until he sank into the warm dream pool.

Xia Xiqing woke up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhou Ziheng hugged him tightly through the son, probably kicking him and catching a colder again, hugging him tightly.

Xia Xiqing took a moment, and Zhou Ziheng didn't even open his eyes, and his hands were already groping on Xia Xiqing's forehead, and then leaning on his forehead, muttering in a daze, "Get back, go back..."

His hand gently patted Xia Xiqing's back, as if it was inertia.

"good……"

Soon, the work in his hand gradually slowed down and finally returned to calm.

When he finally fell into his dream, Xia Xiqing dared to look at his face without any warning, and tears flowed down. He hugged Zhou Ziheng tightly and cried silently in his arms.

Why make yourself feel the taste of love?

This prescription prescribed by Zhou Ziheng is no different from poison medicine.

At five o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ziheng woke up the alarm clock. When he was sleeping intermittently, it took two or three hours to finish, but there was still a scene to shoot in the morning, and there was no way.

Xia Xiqing was still asleep after the fever subsided. Zhou Ziheng sat by the bed and stared at him for a long time, and finally quietly printed a kiss on the tip of his nose, and then left.

When he woke up, Xia Xiqing felt much more comfortable all over. He felt a little dazed when he first recovered from a serious illness. He looked at Xiaoxiao busy in the room and helped him open the lid of the lean meat porridge with eggs and lean meat porridge. "This is still a bit hot, and I will eat it for a while before I take it hot." Xiaoxiao complained to him, "I'm afraid you'll get sick, but I still get sick. Ziheng said that you will take you to see a doctor when you get up and take medicine."

“…he’s gone?”

"The show at five o'clock in the morning." Xiaoxiao opened the suitcase from Xia Xiqing's room, "What are you wearing? I'll take it out for you."

"Everything is OK." Xia Xiqing sat up from the bed, and it was empty. He knew that Zhou Ziheng was going to film, but when he woke up and saw him, he still felt sad.

When has I become like this?

Diseases and losses.

The next week, both of them maintained the previous relationship, and Song Nian would still come to Zhou Ziheng enthusiastically, but he refused. She had many scenes, and at best she was a failed first love for Gao Kun.

The day she finished filming happened to be a crying scene by Zhou Ziheng, and it was also his only crying scene in the entire script.

That was Gao Kun confessing to Lingling that he had contracted the disease.

This section of the director uses a special shot in handheld to capture the expression on Gao Kun's face.

"You...what are you sick? You said?" Lingling's expression was a little patient, "What do you mean by being hesitant all the time?"

Gao Kun's eyes dodged, licked his dry lower lip, and opened his throat with a hoarse voice, "I..." He seemed to disgust his own cowardice, gritted his teeth and opened it simply, saying word by word, straightforward, as if waiting for the end of heroic sacrifice.

"Aids. My AIDS."

Another camera was facing Lingling. She frowned, first she dared to believe it, and then laughed, "Yes, what are you kidding? How could you..."

"When blood is drawn, the syringe... the syringe is secondary contaminated." Gao Kun lowered his head, "If I had a word to deceive you, it would be thunderous."

Lingling didn't say anything. She lowered her head and touched a cigarette. She shook her hand and pressed the lighter for a long time. She lit the fire. Gao Kun tried to get closer, but she reacted overreacting and stepped back.

"Don't come over." She threw the lighter on, and the cigarette fell from her fingers. "When did you check it out? This week or last week?" She held her arms in her hands, "You will pass it to me, we have never been to bed, we just took a kiss. It should be contagious, and it will definitely... "

She talked to herself, as if there was no one in front of her, but she looked at Gao Kun again with complicated eyes.

"You...you'll..."

Afterwards, she suddenly said something, so she simply said it, and turned around directly on her high heels. The sound of the high heels on the cement was crisp and cruel.

In fact, Gao Kun had expected such an ending from the beginning, but he still wanted to lie to her.

In the camera, Gao Kun lowered his head and stepped on the lighter on his feet. The cheap plastic shell rubbed against the rough cement, making a harsh sound.

His brows were about to frown, and he stretched his strength and spread his hands in his bag, grinning his lips stubbornly.

The previous special camera retreated little by little, and his whole body gradually appeared in the painting. Gao Kun raised his foot and let the small lighter go. He squatted down and picked it up, picked up the cigarette she had discarded here before, handed it to his mouth, and then pressed it like she had before, pressed it several times, and finally got a fire.

The faint flame flashed in the wind swallowed the cigarette little by little, and a wisp of squirting away the smoke finally reached the opportunity to escape to the horizon.

Gao Kun sucked a lot, and choked and coughed red. The more he coughed, he could only cover his mouth. The smoke in front of the camera gradually dissipated, and tears suddenly surged out, and big drops fell onto the ground, and the light gray liquid was soaked into dark colors, like stains that were falling off anyway from old clothes.

His shoulders were shivering, and tears flowed all over his face. After wiping his hand, he sucked another one, spitting out smoke like a sigh, then lowered his head and let the tears fall.

"... Have you learned to smoke now?" His voice was hoarse, he lowered his head and smiled, his laughter was sad and desperate.

“It’s quite simple.”

He clamped the cigarette to his fingers, sat on his butt, buried his head on his bent knees, and his whole body trembled.

The ashes fell like tears.

Everyone on the set watched quietly, and no one spoke.

"By the way." The director shouted, but Zhou Ziheng, like before, could get out of no matter how emotional the scene was, but it was over. He was still sitting in that square, with his shoulders still shaking.

Kuncheng found that Xia Xiqing was right next to him, so he was naturally the first to ask him, "What's wrong with Ziheng recently?"

Xia Xiqing shook his head and lied, "I know."

"Are you broken up? He is not in love?" Kuncheng said in a heavy tone. "I thought he had been grinding this scene for a long time. I had watched Ziheng's previous films. He was talented, but obviously he was not in love." He smiled. "As soon as he encountered a love scene, he got rid of it and got out of that situation. If it was an ordinary young relationship, he could still make up for it with his acting skills, but he really had to take out the big drama that he played. He did not have the feeling that could be broken."

Kuncheng looked at the screen, "So I used to say that actors are still in love, and it is too difficult for them to act what exists."

"I really didn't expect him to get enlightened."

Xia Xiqing didn't finish what he said, but also listened to him, "Let me see him." As he said that, he looked at Zhou Ziheng who was still sitting on him. Song Nian, who was playing against him, was one step ahead of him.

"Ziheng, are you okay?" Song Niankai was full of worry. Xia Xiqing's pace slowed down a little.

Zhou Ziheng was still buried in his head, raised his hand and waved it, as if he refused. Song Nian was hesitating to pull him up, and a slender hand reached out, took off the cigarette still in his fingertips, and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand.

Almost in a moment, Zhou Ziheng raised his head.

He knew better than anyone who held him, and he could believe him better than anyone else.

Xia Xiqing half-squatted in front of Zhou Ziheng, crushed the cigarette butt on it, reached out and patted Zhou Ziheng on the back, "Why are you like a child? You haven't finished crying?" After that, he touched the back of Zhou Ziheng's head again, "It's so hurt."

It was really embarrassing that Zhou Ziheng could not get from his body to these comforts, and tears were once again under control.

Xia Xiqing almost forgot that Zhou Ziheng was originally a child, without any experience. Some of them were only passionate and sincere. But no matter how eager Chicheng was, they would retreat when they were cold.

He turned around and smiled gently at Song Nian, "He may feel that you are a little down here. It's okay, he will be fine in a while."

Song Nian knew so clearly that she was expelled from the guests, and she also smiled, "Then I'll go through it first. I'll finish the shopping today and have dinner together tonight."

When Song Nianyi was over, Xia Xiqing reached out to hug Zhou Ziheng, touched his head and showed mercy and laughed, "It's only children who cry like this."

Zhou Ziheng felt very embarrassed, but Xia Xiqing still wanted to sprinkle salt on his injuries. In order to protect his self-esteem, he had to retort, "You have cried like this, too."

Xia Xiqing was startled and thought that he was crying in Zhou Ziheng's arms on the day of the fever. He found it. He pushed Zhou Ziheng away, "Are you awake that day?"

"What are you awake..." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm not drunk. You are the drunk person. You are drunk and hugged me and cried all the time."

Drunk? Xia Xiqing frowned. Could it be that they were talking about the same day, "When?"

"The day Sirui and we had vodka, after recording the show." Zhou Ziheng also noticed something right, "Which day do you think?"

Xia Xiqing avoided this topic, pulled Zhou Ziheng up, took out a wet tissue and threw it into his arms, "Wipe it yourself."

"Crying, I have a headache." Zhou Ziheng raised his head and pressed his temple. Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that he had a plain silver ring on his left ring finger, which he had not had before.

He wanted to ask, but hesitated again.

"The director is waiting, you pass by quickly."

Song Nian has a good personality. Everyone in the crew likes her. When the filming was completed, the assistant director specially bought a big cake for her to celebrate.

Before dinner, Xia Xiqing went back to the RV to change his clothes. There was no one in the car. He closed the door and did not turn on the lights. Suddenly he heard something sound in the car, as if it was Xiao Luo and Xiaoxiao.

"This Song Nian is really speechless. This is a hot search that their team bought, and there are these marketing accounts. Why is she so shameless? Who has a scandal with him? What kind of family background is our Ziheng who is with her..."

"Shh! Just keep your voice down and don't let Ziheng hear it. There is no other person. Sister Jiang Yin will definitely deal with this matter. It's all a trivial matter, what's that?"

Xia Xiqing randomly put his T-shirt on his head, took out his mobile phone, and directly pushed a message on Weibo.

[Zhou Ziheng and Song Nian fell in love because of the play!? The couple's items were released with stone hammers?]

This title party... He clicked in and took a look. It was nothing more than some clothes and shoes of the same style, as well as screenshots of the last time we had dinner together. Most of them were taken out of context. Even if Xia Xiqing was abusing her, she knew that Zhou Ziheng had no other meaning to Song Nian.

As his fingers slid to the last picture, Xia Xiqing's hand stopped.

That was the plain silver ring he discovered this morning. Correspondingly, Song Nianzeng posted a platinum ring of similar shape on his Weibo, and the date was last month.

Xia Xi cleared his cell phone and opened the car door at once. He was frightened by Luo Luo, who was still standing at the door.

"Xi, Xiqing? You're in the car."

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" Xia Xiqing took off her headphones and pretended to know everything. "Eat, you guys." After saying that, he passed by himself at the main force. On the way, he met a little girl in the prop group. She smiled sweetly at Xia Xiqing, "Xi Qing, eat?"

"Well," Xia Xiqing also smiled politely, and helped her get a big bag of props. The two of them took two steps side by side. He suddenly remembered something, "...By the way, Xiaomeng, who is the person in charge of self-homing props in your group?"

Before it was dark, Xia Xiqing escaped the final banquet. He wore a cover by himself and circled the narrow and crowded community in Hua'anli. Zhou Ziheng made several calls. He replied with a text message saying that he had something to do and was looking for his former classmates.

He has told so many lies, but now he finds that he is becoming more and more lying, especially when he is about Zhou Ziheng.

The sultry temperature distorts emotions. When I passed an old audio and video store, the speakers played were of poor sound quality, but the songs played were so vulgar, at least they were the square dance accompaniment on the streets.

Xia Xiqing stood at the door for a while, looking at the mottled poster on the wall, the lyrics were blurry and clear, and poured into his ears.

[Who makes my life extremely miserable

Open the door to heaven

I'm always pursuing half of my hit

Tough to complacent]

He lowered his head.

Zhou Ziheng personally opened the fantasy door for him and led to heaven.

But he dared to step in, and he belonged there.

Turning around aimlessly, there was fireworks everywhere, and he was the only one who was cold. If Zhou Ziheng had not met him, he might still be the talented and happy actor, playing the grief of losing his losses.

If he could let him accept it boldly, he could subconsciously escape.

But this is completely a part of one's body, which is too difficult.

What a reason, he entered a culvert, and there seemed to be water accumulation in it, and there was no one nearby. Xia Xiqing looked up and saw that this culvert was the same as all the culverts in Hua'anli. Its top cover was steel and cement that saw the sky light, but a mint green plastic shed cover. The sunlight that had not yet faded was knocked down from the top and refracted into a beautiful green, like a dream.

Xia Xiqing rolled up his trouser legs and went in, as if the child was attracted by the beautiful fairy tale, approaching the treasures in the cave step by step.

The colorful mint-colored light wrapped him up, and the walls in the culvert were also blue-green, blending with the sunshine that had changed its glory. Xia Xiqing was surprised. This place that seemed chaotic and crowded in the world actually hid such a beautiful tunnel. The beauty of the color made him temporarily forget the accumulated water on it and the original intention of coming here.

Suddenly, he heard a sound and was about to put on the cover. But he found that the corner of the tunnel was someone else.

It was Zhou Ziheng who was equally surprised.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him from a distance between two or three meters. The calves of both of them were buried in the accumulated water, and the ripples of the water ripples pulled the two of them, becoming the only maintenance.

His inferior lies were exposed like this. Xia Xiqing lowered his head from the ground and laughed silently. After a while, he raised his head again, "I want to finish the festival and go around."

"I want to see me too?"

Xia Xiqing nodded and did not lie.

Zhou Ziheng smiled bitterly, looked up at the translucent culvert top, and the mint-colored sunset was on his face, "I discovered this last week. It's very beautiful, right? When I come in, my love will get better."

last week……

"My favorite paradise when I was a child was the aquarium. In the tunnel of the aquarium, I felt like I could swim freely in the sea like those fish." Zhou Ziheng's smile gradually subsided, "I haven't had it for a long time, so I should be able to do it casually in the future."

He lowered his head and looked at Xia Xiqing, "You said this is a tunnel that looks very similar to an aquarium."

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, he knew what he should say.

"It's so good. There are only two of us tourists."

"Um……"

Zhou Ziheng had a strange problem. When he was sad, he said something messy and unbounded. This problem had long been discovered by Xia Xiqing. He was just trying to divert his attention.

"You should have heard of Schrödinger's cat," Zhou Ziheng indeed began his usual old habits again. "You must know. In fact, everyone has misunderstandings about this theory. People always understand Schrödinger's cat as a binary choice, a or non-a. In fact, it is a superposition state, which is a and not a. It is like the cat he locked in a box. His state is not life or death, but life and death. Unless he opens the box to confirm, the superposition state will collapse."

Xia Xiqing lowered her head and listened quietly to him, like a very competent listener.

"When I first learned this theory, what was my first reaction? Do you know?" He paused, and did not wait for Xia Xiqing to respond. "I think that cat is so pitiful. If it were me, I would definitely give up and put it in, but if it was in, I would also give up and open the box to confirm whether he had survived."

He suddenly smiled bitterly, "Sure enough, when it's my turn, I do dare to open it."

Xia Xiqing frowned slightly and looked up at him.

"If I open this box, I can pretend that he is alive and maintain the happiness of the present." Zhou Ziheng licked his dry lips, "We will always be trapped in this superposition state. You may love me, or maybe you will, in short, no one knows the result."

"If my feelings are simply stuck at the layer of my favorites, I will be content with this superposition. As long as we are together, it is enough to be happy. I like your talent, your cunning, the charm of your eyes and eyebrows. Your shortcomings, your past, and even the ambiguity between you and others are enough to affect me."

Xia Xi had seen it early in the morning, but when he heard him say with his own ears, Xia Xiqing's trembling from the ground.

"But I can do it, I controlled the relationship to grow wildly, he turned into love, and then I was helpless. I began to be jealous, angry, and afraid. I was worried and hiding, afraid that you would find my thoughts about you, and then kicked me away, turned around and went to the next person, hiding until I lost my composure and couldn't continue to hide."

His emotions became heavier and heavier, and his words became more and more difficult. "Do you know, I thought about it once, if you were just a lifeless thing, such as a painting or a sculpture, becoming my personal property, so I would be scared."

"These darkness is so terrible that it turns me into another person." Zhou Ziheng smiled with difficulty, "It starts to torture me and forces me to torture you. I want to do this."

His footsteps were in the accumulated water, and the sound of the water flow echoed in the empty culvert, and the ripples pushed Xia Xiqing's legs layer by layer, trying to force him to retreat.

He should retreat, he should run away.

But in summer, I have a clear understanding of my life.

His mind was very slow.

He thought about what this means...

Want to end it? Finally, I'm willing to endure it anymore.

"I want this superposition to collapse now." Zhou Ziheng stood in front of him and held his shoulders.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually hoped that he would be deaf and would rather hear everything.

It turned out that he dared to lift the lid.

"Xia Xiqing, I love you." The last bit of the mint sunset hit his face, and he smiled, "The box is open."

“It’s quite simple.”

This expression and tone were exactly the same as Gao Kun who forced himself to smoke.

The sunset sinks and the culvert begins to darken little by little.

Xia Xiqing still lowered his head. He didn't have the courage to say his answer. In fact, he was also clear about the answer in his own mind. The past flashed in his mind. Those hurts appeared all the time, and it was easy to build confidence that could easily be built.

"I'm not waiting for your answer." Zhou Ziheng touched the top of his head, his tone was so gentle.

His hand dropped again, but Xia Xiqing grabbed it, Zhou Ziheng explained, "What's wrong?"

Xia Xiqing touched the ring in his left hand, and Zhou Ziheng avoided it. He raised his head, "I asked about the props, and he said this is a ring for Gao Kun, why do you wear it?"

"Yes, this is..." Zhou Ziheng's eyes dodged a little, and Xia Xiqing became more convinced that there was something wrong with this, "What are you doing?"

"I don't." Zhou Ziheng quickly retorted, and then showed a self-deprecating expression on his face, "I don't have any silence."

He sighed, took off the ring, spread his hands and handed it over to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing's eyes were attracted at first, but when he was about to pick it up, he saw the real answer.

The square covered by his ring finger and the ring was tattooed with a red rose.

The pattern and pattern were drawn casually on his hands while he was asleep.

Xia Xiqing looked up confidently and saw Zhou Ziheng dodging and embarrassed eyes, "I bought this ring on the roadside to cover my tattoos. I'm afraid you'll be embarrassed when you see it, but I like this little rose and want to keep it all the time."

"I...I know you may still like me now, and you can completely believe what I say." Zhou Ziheng looked nervous and his words became incoherent. "I can, yes, I mean, we can try it. If you really like it, you can do it anytime..."

Before he finished speaking, his feet suddenly stepped on his feet in the accumulated water. Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled, as if he had been soaked in a certain blue-green potion for years.

"It's dark." Xia Xiqing looked up, his eyes bright, as if he was covered in the moonlight, "Hug me."

Zhou Ziheng was already happy, and was so nervous that he was almost dying. He hugged Xia Xiqing tightly and hugged him firmly, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, "You, what you mean..."

"Probation period." Xia Xiqing buried her head in Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I may return the goods anytime, is this OK?"

"Yes!" Zhou Ziheng looked like a child, and he almost cried, "Of course, of course."

Seeing him open like this, Xia Xiqing began to doubt himself again, "I may have overcome it. I have never really fallen in love with others..."
Chapter completed!