Behind every adult, there is a child who has been sealed for a long time.

The twisted and cruel childhood was tempered by time and turned into an immune needle, which quietly pierced into Xia Xiqing's skin and injected into his blood, making him lose his sense of love from his bones and lose his faith.

Humans are not collections of organisms, but collections of experiences.

Zhou Ziheng hugged Xia Xiqing and kissed him gently.

"With me here, this door will not be closed again in the future." His hand gently patted Xia Xiqing's back and rubbed his slightly raised spine.

He didn't want to evaluate everything Xia Xiqing's parents did anymore. Some of it was meaningless. He just wanted to accompany Xia Xiqing and let him live in the love he wanted to live in the free man he wanted.

Let him be innocent, he has always been worthy of being loved.

Xia Xiqing's hand hung loosely on Zhou Ziheng's waist. After some passing, he seemed to be hollowed out. He had no strength anymore. Even the organ was struggling to death, slowly beating in his empty chest.

Zhou Ziheng tentatively touched a wound that he never dared to touch. The first time Xia Xiqing was still in a state of unconsciousness, but this time he was awake. He picked up Xia Xiqing, put it on a small bed, leaned down and kissed a terrible scar.

The two of them were curled up in a small bed, and Zhou Ziheng hugged him tightly in his arms, snuggling and leaning on him, just like two drifting people relying on each other on a small boat, if they are not careful, they will fall into the vast ocean.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were so gentle that Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was a very despicable person, as if he was using this painful experience to deceive Zhou Ziheng's companions.

I know he is extremely kind, and I know he likes him, and I have to do this to make him sad and hurt him, and then give back to himself ten times and a hundred times. This approach is really too cunning.

But Xia Xiqing had no other way. Experiences might be hidden, and the blood and genes flowing in his bones would not. What he feared most was that he would be more and more like his mother as he lived. He had heard many similar words from rumors and stories, and you and your romantic father were simply carved out of the same model.

They are all the way.

But only Xia Xiqing knew that what he really looked like was his mother. She was gloomy and conceited, and used all means to maintain her superficial nobleness, tearing apart her beautiful skin, and was filled with pus, blood and residue.

"I don't want to be her."

After being silent for a long time, Xia Xiqing suddenly said something, which surprised Zhou Ziheng, but he was only surprised for less than a second, and soon came in vain who was Xia Xiqing's mouth.

"You don't know, you are different from her, you are kind and strong, and..." Zhou Ziheng grabbed his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, "You have me here."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and said, but there was still a sense of vague depression in his eyes.

"We are people from two worlds." Xia Xiqinggu's avoidance of love once again played a role. "You are very good, the best person I have ever met, but I am just the opposite. No matter where we are, we stand on the opposite side."

He seemed afraid of Zhou Ziheng's rebuttal and rushed to continue to explain, "In fact, the cruelest thing is not false love. The cruelest thing is that when you fall in love with someone, the moment is true. If you really fall in love with him, he also loves you in a real way, but..." He suddenly choked up, Xia Xiqing found it ridiculous. He just thought that there was a time when it was already unbearable. This was really not like him.

"But what?"

He took a deep breath, "But, the feeling will be exhausted one day, and you will no longer love you." He looked at Zhou Ziheng, with an emotion dodging in his eyes, "For a moment, it is true."

Zhou Ziheng finally fell into the blue, why did Xia Xiqing resist establishing an intimate relationship with others?

"So," he touched Xia Xiqing's ears, with a deep tone, "You reject me, not because you don't like me, but because you are afraid of the last moment."

After being pulled down by his cocoon, Xia Xiqing jumped heavily, as if he was hitting his chest. Zhou Ziheng always had his own set of logic, no matter what he was, he could always grasp the key points.

But Xia Xiqing didn't want to express this, "What I think is that you fall in love with me now because of a temporary hormone surge, but this feeling will definitely cool down after boiling, and it will hurt yourself when it hurts."

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were still firm, "Why are you so sure that you will definitely cool down?"

"Because we are just two people who have completely turned against each other." Xia Xiqing's tone became hard, like a temporary thorn. "The matter of turning against each other is hard, and there is no good result."

Zhou Ziheng suddenly laughed and let go of Xia Xiqing's hand. Xia Xiqing frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy. I want to have a very scientific example to prove my point of view." He shrank and slid face to face, lying opposite him, coughing twice and clearing his throat. "You'll assume that this is true first."

"Science and Engineering Man." Xia Xiqing glanced at him. Zhou Ziheng stretched out his index finger and pressed it on his lips, and then smiled, "Do you know, I suddenly thought that when we recorded the second time, you still remember the poem about the Big Bang."

"According to a theory, after one trillionth of a second of the explosion, there are particles of radius, electricity, quark, and anti-electricity, anti-quark in the universe. In short, it is the ." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Xia Xiqing smiled and couldn't help but stretch out his index finger, wanting to poke the corner of his raised mouth.

But Zhou Ziheng avoided it.

The extended fingertips stayed in the air, and Zhou Ziheng also stretched out his index finger, poked Xia Xiqing's fingertips, smiled, and his eyes were bright.

"In the chaotic universe, the positive particles and the anti-grain encounter, collide, and annihilate into light."

After that, he just touched his fingertips.

Xia Xiqing finally believed in words like this. His fingertips seemed to be shifted and his fingertips were beating violently in his warm palm.

"In the high temperature effect of the universe, light continues to produce , like chain reactions, they continue to encounter and annihilate. There is a mystery here that scientists have not yet solved. Why are these finally left with positive particles? No one knows, we only know that the survival rate of these particles is one in billion." He let go of his hand, and the moment his fingers opened, the ring finger small rose appeared faintly.

"Then, the temperature of the universe dropped again and again, and the low electricity was attracted by the original core and became the original. Countless originals turned into stars under the pull of gravity. Some of the stars exploded, and some stayed there, for example..." He took out an orange lollipop from his pocket, "Yang, a small star in a small corner of the universe." He peeled the candy paper of "Yang" and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand.

"In another billion years, this little star will attract other heavy substances and gases to form planets." He took out another blueberry-flavored candy and held it in his hand, "such as the Earth."

He grabbed the blueberry candy and surrounded the "Little Sun" held in Xia Xiqing's hand like a small plane. "After a long time, a rare liquid water appeared on this asteroid, and slowly, a life form appeared. Finally, you and me appeared."

Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing's eyes, which were gentler than the cosmic starlight.

"These are created by some surviving particles. Every part of you and my body, this bed, this room, the earth, the sun, the galaxy, all originate from some one billionth of a billionth. In the final analysis, it comes from the encounter between the ."

The long theory of the origin of the universe ended here, and Zhou Ziheng came over and kissed Xia Xiqing in the eyes.

"So, the encounter with the rebellion may create miracles."

Afterwards, Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's face and kissed his lips. A kiss from the dragonfly, but stole his leash at the moment of separation. The gravity could not explain the attraction.

"The argument is completed."

It's over and I can't win.

Over the years, I have teased countless so-called experiences and so-called invincible achievements. I have become vulnerable in front of this person. When I attempt to surrender, I found that I had long lost my weapons.

Each of us is composed of countless surviving particles of one hundred thousand, scattered in billions of people.

So my encounter with you is a miracle created by countless tiny particles, annihilation and collision.

Rare and rare.

The two of them curled up in this small single bed for a night, and got up in a hurry before dawn, and wanted to go back to the crew to film. When the door of the villa was locked, Xia Xiqing's suddenly fell heavily.

He looked up and glanced at the small balcony on the third floor. He faintly seemed to see a little boy, waving to himself with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, turned around and glanced at Zhou Ziheng.

"I got up early and had hallucinations."

After Song Nian finished the filming, he called Zhou Ziheng many times and sent him a lot of WeChat messages. Zhou Ziheng ignored him. He had encountered many similar situations while filming. He usually explained to him that he had absolutely no thoughts of falling in love, but Song Nian was really bothering and let him know that her team was buying hot searches and hype. Even with a kind personality like Zhou Ziheng, he would inevitably feel disgusted.

In addition, he now only threw his one on Xia Xiqing and couldn't care about anything. His daily life was filming and liking Xia Xiqing.

[Song Nian: I know you don’t have any idea about me, but why are I all girls? You just threw me away from the final banquet. I ran away. I have so many notes to visit the set, so I am also shameless.]

Zhou Ziheng saw the last post she sent, if it were someone else, he would apologize, but he had no guilt for Song Nian.

[Zhou Ziheng: Don’t pretend anymore. Some of the memories were also found by your team, so I have no obligation to come forward.]

After posting this sentence, Zhou Ziheng blocked Song Nian. Ordinary stars would not do these things, and even if they tear their faces apart, they would not cut off contact. However, Zhou Ziheng's home made him have a natural barrier to self-interest, and this kind of terrible thing is nothing in his eyes.

The next few days were the highlights. As Gao Kun's illness became more and more serious, Zhou Ziheng spent more and more time on makeup every day. Sometimes he stayed up in the early morning of night scenes, and he had to get up to look before dawn in the morning.

Xia Xiqing felt pain for him, but he worked hard, but Zhou Ziheng enjoyed it.

After finally finishing a scene in the disease control system, Kuncheng, Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing were sitting in the car. Xia Xiqing waved to them with goodbye, and suddenly felt a little sore in the car.

In fact, when his private life was the most chaotic, he really thought about whether he would get AIDS. He even thought that it would be nothing if he was really infected. It would be boring to live anyway. Even he himself didn't know what he was doing for. He was disgusting Xia Yunkai? Or did he simply not want to be inferior to others.

His eyes shifted from outside the car, and Zhou Ziheng, who was acting with the director.

Almost in an instant, Zhou Ziheng also smiled at him, and then continued to discuss the acting style with the director as if he hadn't posted anything.

Such a smile happened to be an answer given to him.

I have lived for twenty-five years and met Zhou Ziheng.

It seems...it's not a loss.

"In fact, now that the country has issued free medicines, it is no longer difficult to treat AIDS patients." Zhou Ziheng sighed and lowered his head to the script in his hand. "Maybe the pressure on them is much greater than the physical torment."

"Everyone's concept of AIDS is still outdated. Because they don't understand it, they produce discrimination and fear. These concepts are difficult to change, but the image works can be spread." Kuncheng patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder, "This is also one of the meanings of making movies."

Zhou Ziheng also raised his head, and Luo handed over a few cans of coffee. He took one and threw it to Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing took it and looked up at him.

"The heavy responsibility is on his own." He smiled, shining.

Xia Xiqing also smiled, holding his hands out the car window.

He used to hate idealism. These people who were too confident always wanted to save the world and try to become an extremely important part of this world.

In fact, many so-called idealisms are just serious patients with paranoia of redemption, and most of them will eventually die from the chasm that ideals and reality cannot fill.

He fell heavily.

Xia Xiqing always liked to watch the tragic scene of the demise of this ideal, and met Zhou Ziheng directly.

This sparkling idealism.

He was so dazzling that Xia Xiqing was reluctant to pull him away just because he was so dazzling. He hoped that he could fly freely in the vast free sky.

Xia Xiqing couldn't help but smile as Zhou Ziheng's face reflected on the car window.

If possible, he would be willing to look up to him like this.

He transferred back to the house they rented before, which is Jiang Tong's residence. When Gao Kun found out that there was no way out for AIDS, Jiang Tong took him in. Gao Kun ran around the disease control and the rental house every day. The rest of the time he came was doing odd jobs. Occasionally, Gao Kun was learning sign language when he had rest.

While waiting for makeup, Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing spoke with the lines. The director guided the move while taking pictures of several daily clips of them in this rental house at noon.

"These are all the more positive parts of the sunshine in the film," Kuncheng ordered the light dynamo, "the light source should be stronger, but softer."

When it was dark, they entered the night show.

This night scene made Zhou Ziheng very worried. Jiang Tong dreamed that his mother would go home and pack her luggage. At first, she wanted to take Jiang Tong away, but in the end she left herself. Jiang Tong also woke up from the nightmare.

Zhou Ziheng was shocked just by the script.

"Director Kun," Zhou Ziheng sat next to Kuncheng while Xia Xiqing was putting on makeup, "Is this scene important?"

"Of course. This paragraph is an inspiration to reveal Jiang Tong's past." Kuncheng discussed with Zhou Ziheng a lot in the script, but Zhou Ziheng couldn't listen to a word. He originally thought that if it was not important, it would be better to remove it, so as not to clear Xia Xiqing's blood and act and finally cut it off.

But the director attached so much importance to it, Zhou Ziheng could only nod and was nervous.

Occasionally, Xia Xiqing had to turn his head away, but he could only recite the lines seriously, lowering his eyebrows and the script in his hand. After finishing the makeup, the filming will soon start. When Kuncheng was waiting for Kuncheng to arrange his position, Xia Xiqing spoke, "Director Kun, Jiang Tong's part is a dream. In order to distinguish reality, I think Jiang Tong's performance in the dream is like a normal sentence."

He explained again, "His dream reflects his wishes to some extent. He missed his mother very much, so he dreamed that she came back and took her away. Similarly, I think he also hoped that he was a normal child and would not be ridiculed for not speaking."

Kuncheng thought about it for a while and decided to adopt his suggestion and try to perform it.

"The first time in the 45th scene of "Stalking", action!"

Jiang Tong sat alone on the old sofa, quietly fiddling with the fan blades of the old fan.

The knock on the door suddenly appeared, and the sound disappeared as soon as he stood up. Just as he was about to sit down, the knock on the door appeared again.

Jiang Tong took two steps slowly at first, and for some reason, he suddenly accelerated his pace and opened the door anxiously.

Outside the door was a woman covered in wounds. Her body was covered with cheap perfume and bloody smell, withered curly hair, fishnet stockings that had broken holes, and makeup that had been spent long ago.

"Tongtong?" She smiled, bright red lipstick stuck on the corners of her lips, "Tongtong."

Jiang Tong stood there in a daze, unable to say a word.

"Tongtong, I am my mother." A woman who had been away for many years hugged him gently and patted him on the back, "Mom is here."

Jiang Tong stood there, letting her hold herself firmly.

"Yes, mom is back." The woman let go of her arm, held his shoulder and pushed him away a little, "You have grown so old..."

Her tone hesitated a little.

Because the actor had no idea, Xia Xiqing, who played Jiang Tong, had already burst into tears.

At the moment when his tears were hugging, a big drop fell out of his eyes.

Even Kuncheng behind the monitor was secretly shocked. He had seen many actors who came very quickly, but this was the first one. He didn't even ask Xia Xiqing to have a crying scene here. Only Zhou Ziheng stood in the corner without saying a word, more than anyone else.

But the actress is also very professional. The director didn't stop, so she quickly followed the acting. She took her worn suitcase in and touched Jiang Tong's cheek with a smile, "Mom is going to take you away this time." After that, she pulled Jiang Tong to a small bedroom, opened the wardrobe, carried out a lot of clothes and skirts from it, and stuffed them into the box.

"Mom," Jiang Tong stood silly by the closet, stretching his fingers into his ears, but couldn't touch the hearing aids. His eyes were full of confusion, "Are you really back?"

"Yes, silly kid." Mom stood up from the closet and touched his face again. "Mom takes you away this time, and we will never come back." She glanced around, "I will never stay in this place again."

Jiang Tong suddenly laughed, as happy as a child. He was also rummaging through the wardrobe like his mother, and stuffing his clothes into a small broken suitcase one by one.

In the camera, he and his mother were crossing their hands in the suitcase.

But in one second, when he stuffed his yellowed white top in, several drops of blood suddenly dripped on it.

One drop, another drop, connected into one piece.

When he looked up, he saw that blood was flowing from the top of his head and she was covered with wounds and even scars of big and small burns from cigarette butts.

Jiang Tong suddenly panicked.

"Mom, I'll go, I'll get you gauze and medicine..." He stood up in a hurry, walked into the bathroom, opened the storage cabinet behind the mirror, and found a small medical box from it. When he closed it on the mirror again, he clearly saw that he was also covered in wounds.

Mother.

Go and bandage your mother.

When he returned to the bedroom, it was empty, without a mother's sign or a suitcase. He ran out with the box like crazy, and saw a figure opening the door and leaving the dilapidated rental house.

Mother!

Jiang Tong shouted, but found that he could not make any noise. He opened the door and ran along the stairs barefoot.

There was nothing, she was gone.

Jiang Tong held his small medical box alone, gritted his teeth, and bit his jaw muscles trembled.

The blue and swollen eyes were filled with tears, but no drop could flow out.

"By the way." Director Kun stood up, "This one is very good. It's very good." He was a little moved. He thought that if this play was to present the effect he wanted, at least three or four of them would have to be polished. Xia Xiqing's feeling was right, even better than he thought. Kuncheng couldn't help but suspect that the script compiled by Xu was written for him.

After several shots, he finally finished shooting this dream. Xia Xiqing sat in the lounge, waiting for the props to redesign the scene. He actually didn't dare to think about whether he could stabilize himself if this scene was filmed before he took Zhou Ziheng home.

But now he seems to have already let go.

After the shooting was over for a while, Xia Xiqing found that his feet were a little painful. She lowered her head and looked at it. Only then did she find that the part of the soles of her feet close to her toes was cut by something on the ground, and there was a small mouth that was not deep.

I was in a trance and didn't even notice that I was cut.

Just as he was about to call Xiaoxiao, Zhou Ziheng came over with a basin of hot water.

"Where did you get it?"

"When you took a photo, I asked Xiaoxiao to boil water for me." Zhou Ziheng half-kneeled on the ground, reached in and tried the water temperature, then grabbed Xia Xiqing's feet and prepared to put it in, but Xia Xiqing hid.

"I'll do it myself." He glanced at the door of the lounge, "Don't do this, it's not good to have someone meet you later."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhou Ziheng still stubbornly grabbed his ankle, but found a faint bloodstain on his soles, "What's going on? Are you injured?"

"Can this be considered an injury? You used to film, you didn't have broken arms and short legs, so I scratched it." Xia Xiqing was afraid that he would put his feet into the basin and reached out to wash it himself. But Zhou Ziheng was very stubborn and had to help him wash it. The two of them were awkward for a while. Xia Xiqing was afraid that someone would come in anytime and anywhere. Seeing that they were making trouble, he had to pretend to be dead and let him wash it.

"Hurry up, don't delay things."

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, "I can't delay it." His movements were extremely gentle. He stood up and took a soft towel and their regular first aid kit. He squatted again and carefully wiped the water for him, put his feet on his knees, then disinfected a small wound, and finally put a band-aid on it.

"Okay." After completing all the work, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed his fair instep, then looked up and smiled at him.

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and pointed at him, "Silly."

Zhou Ziheng pinched his ankle, "I just acted so well. I was very worried about you. I was afraid that you would lose control."

"It seems that it's much better," Xia Xiqing pulled the corners of her mouth, "It's easy to explode if she keeps pressing her."

"You will definitely get better and better." Zhou Ziheng smiled at him with his face raised.

This person is very strange. His excessively sharp facial features always give people a strong sense of natural oppression when he doesn't smile. But when he smiles, his deep eyes will bend unscrupulously, like a crescent moon, and the corners of his mouth will also rise, with a tenderness exuding a childlike spirit.

Is it getting better and better...

Where did he come from? The letter can continuously support him to believe in some beautiful endings.

Xia Xiqing lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Have you ever watched in the wheat field?"

Seeing Zhou Ziheng nodding, he continued, "I remember there was a saying in it: an immature idealism would die tragically for the ideal, while a mature idealism would stubbornly for the ideal." His eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng, "You are more like an immature predecessor."

Too enthusiastic and to bet on everything.

Zhou Ziheng stood up, bent his waist again, supported his hands on his straight knees, and leaned in front of Xia Xiqing who was sitting on the chair.

I thought he wanted to refute it, but after all, he always had his own logic.

But Zhou Ziheng affirmed Xia Xiqing's statement.

"That's right."

Zhou Ziheng came over and kissed him, his eyes firm and soft.

"My ideal is you, I am indeed willing to die for you in a tragic way."

At this moment, Xia Xiqing was convinced that this person must be the real grain of heaven, and he couldn't wait to hug his negative self and annihilate it in the heat.
Chapter completed!