When the power went out at first, Xia Zhiye didn't think so much.
He was fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist when he heard screams from around him. When he looked up, he found that it was pitch black, except for the sporadic lights on the other side of the river, only the lights of everyone's mobile phones.
And Song Yan's cell phone was still on the table.
This black light is blind, without a mobile phone, it is basically difficult to move, what if Song Yan accidentally falls down.
The little cripple has only had a good leg for a few days, but he can't be limping anymore.
Thinking about it, Xia Zhiye picked up Song Yan's cell phone, got up and walked to the bathroom.
This hot pot restaurant is also considered a high-consumption store. The exterior of the bathroom is decorated to look like an antique bamboo house, and incense is also lit. The surrounding area is quiet, and there seems to be no one around.
Xia Zhiye pushed open the outer door and called out lazily: "Song Da..."
Before the word "Happy" fell, I saw the familiar thin figure lying on the sink by the weak light of the mobile phone, panting heavily.
Supporting the edge of the marble table with one hand, and clutching the neckline with the other, the back of the hand is showing muscles and bones due to excessive force. The originally cold complexion showed a pale white under the light of the mobile phone, and there was fine sweat on the forehead.
No normal person would react like this when they are afraid of the dark.
And they have lived together for so long, apart from insomnia, they have never seen anything unusual about Song Yan at night.
No, Song Yan seemed to have made it clear that he didn't like staying in the room alone at night when he was drunk.
So could it be that Song Yan couldn't stay alone in a dark confined space
Thinking of this, Xia Zhiye immediately put away all the indecent expressions, stepped forward to hold Song Yan's shoulder, and called out in a low voice: "Song Yan."
Hearing his voice, Song Yan let go of all his strength in an instant, loosened his fingers on the edge of the stage little by little, Xia Zhiye grabbed his shoulders, turned him around, and hugged him in his arms.
The usually cold boy didn't forcefully push the person away this time, but grabbed Xia Zhiye's waist tightly like a drowning person grabbing the last straw.
His forehead was also pressed against Natsuedo Kanhei's shoulder, and he sniffed the familiar citrusy scent on his body, as if looking for some long-awaited sense of security.
It was a gesture of total trust, even trust to the point of longing.
Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this before, he stretched out his arms, gently and forcefully embraced him in his arms, trying to convey some stability and warmth with his own body temperature and heartbeat.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here."
After just three short phrases, there is a tacit and silent trust and companionship in the dark.
At that moment, Song Yan was like a traveler who had trekked alone in the desert for a long, long time, endured for a long time, finally found an oasis of sweet spring that could accept him, obtained the long-lost peace and pampering, and then He indulged in it without daring to move.
He thought, even if it was a mirage, he was willing to die in such an illusion, it was better than continuing to struggle alone in the hopeless desert.
He relied on and enjoyed this hug, until a bluffing door opening broke the illusion.
Xia Zhiye turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw Shen Jiayan standing at the door staring blankly at them with the flashlight of his mobile phone on with one hand and something unknown in the other.
He hugged Song Yan and raised his eyebrows slightly, probably to say "Do you know what's going on?"
But in Shen Jiayan's eyes, it became "Why are you here?" "You don't know whether you should be here?" "Shouldn't you just get lost when you see such a scene?"
So the desire to survive made him prepare to pretend that he didn't see anything, and turned around and left.
However, with a "pop", the power was restored, and the room was instantly brightened.
Song Yan also lay on Xia Zhiye's body and adjusted his state. When he heard the movement, he let go of his hands and stood up straight. When he looked up, he saw Shen Jiayan's indescribable expression, and then his brows and eyes returned to indifference: "What's the matter?"
"..."
Shen Jiayan dared not say anything was wrong.
After all, years of experience in watching TV dramas told him that those who break through adultery will not end well.
And Da Fang, who hadn't seen the sight after breaking through the adultery, admitted that he was dead without a place to die.
So he tremblingly picked up the sauerkraut dish in his hand: "Well, I just wanted to ask you... do you want to eat?"
"..."
Song Yan and Xia Zhiye looked at the sign at the door of the toilet, then at the plate of strangely colored paste in Shen Jiayan's hand, and left the crime scene in silence.
Shen Jiayan was left standing there blankly by himself, and began to realize that something was wrong.
Did Song Yan hate Xia Zhiye?
Why did he cry under the car? !
After returning to their seats, no one mentioned what happened just now.
Song Yan didn't want to say it.
Xia Zhiye knew that Song Yan didn't want to say it, so he didn't say it.
And Shen Jiayan obviously wanted to say it but didn't know whether he should say it or not.
The atmosphere at the table was pretty fucked up.
Originally, he didn't order much meat, and Xia Zhiye picked it up and gave it to Song Yan, but Shen Jiayan, as a senior foodie, didn't say anything, just silently observed the behavior of the two, and the more he saw it, the more something was wrong.
Is this called disgusting? Did he misunderstand hate, or did Song Yan misunderstand hate
And there's a 1.74-meter-big living person sitting here panting, can you two look up at me more
Shen Jiayan deeply felt that she was being cheated by a donkey.
When Xia Zhiye dipped a piece of fat beef wrapped in chili oil into the clear soup and passed it to Song Yan again, Shen Jiayan was sure of this point.
There must be something tricky between these two people.
He, Shen Jiayan, didn't deserve to be a flower in the capital if he didn't ask for something!
So when the hot pot was finished and the three of them left the business district, and were about to part ways, Shen Jiayan grabbed the taxi door and poked his head out: "Student Xia, come back to the hotel with us."
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly.
Shen Jiayan explained: "It's no fun for you to go back to the dormitory alone at such a late hour, and you have to go out to play tomorrow, so it will be inconvenient for you to come pick us up at that time, so why not live together at night, the three of us can fight each other Landlord."
What Shen Jiayan said was well-founded, but his intentions were too obvious, and it seemed that there was a trick in him.
It seems that Song Yan, this not-so-intelligent little bamboo horse, seems to have something to say to himself.
Thinking of Song Yan's abnormality when the power went out, Xia Zhiye didn't expose it, but just bent down and looked at Song Yan who was sitting on the inside: "So this little classmate, would you mind taking me in tonight?"
The arrogant little classmate looked away from the window: "Whether love comes or not is none of my business."
Xia Zhiye let out a low laugh and got into the car.
Shen Jiayan booked an executive suite, which has a living room, a double room, a single room, and two bathrooms.
Originally, he and Song Yan had thought that it would be just right for him and Song Yan to share a room, but now the plan has changed.
Because he didn't dare to ask Song Yan about some things, he only dared to ask Xia Zhiye.
So he plucked up his courage and made a suggestion: "Xia Zhiye and I live in a double room."
Song Yan lightly raised his eyelids and looked at him.
It was just an ordinary questioning look, but Shen Jiayan was startled, and explained with a guilty conscience: "Then what, I just think you are shallow, and then I don't sleep honestly at night, if I disturb you, you will suffer from insomnia again. , how bad it is."
After speaking, he turned his head and cast a vigorous wink at Xia Zhiye, as if asking for help.
It seems that this little classmate is really not very smart.
But I still need his help, so Xia Zhiye lazily echoed: "It just so happens that this classmate Xiao Shen and I hit it off, and we hit it off very well, so we plan to have a long talk tonight."
What is there to have a long conversation with two people whose personalities can't be matched? Why didn't I see him talking to me? And the two big men are flirting here because he is blind
Even if Song Yan is a fool, he can sense that Shen Jiayan has ulterior motives.
But what is he plotting
Xia Zhiye wants money but no money, wants sex...
Still a bit tinted.
Song Yan remembered that Shen Jiayan had previously praised Xia Zhiye for being handsome, and also praised Xia Zhiye for having a boyfriend, and also said that Xia Zhiye was a bit gay, and it seemed that Shen Jiayan had never liked girls since he was a child.
Thinking of this, Song Yan didn't think about it any more, and said "um" coldly, and went back to the single room by himself.
When the door belt was closed, Shen Jiayan scratched his head: "Why do I feel that Xiaoyan seems a little unhappy?"
Xia Zhiye looked at the direction where Song Yan's back disappeared, thoughtfully: "Maybe."
"Then what to do?"
"It's okay, I'll just turn around and coax you." Xia Zhiye said, looking back at Shen Jiayan, with a casual tone, "So can you talk now?"
He scored more than ten times higher than Shen Jiayan, and he felt very oppressive at a casual glance.
Shen Jiayan panicked at once: "Say... what do you say?"
"Tell me why you insist on being alone with me." Xia Zhiye looked at him leisurely, with an expression of "I'll just watch your performance quietly", which made Shen Jiayan panic.
He originally wanted to make a detour, but now it seems that he has been exposed. It is obvious that his IQ is not enough to play a spy war in front of the other party. understand.
So he gritted his teeth, pulled Xia Zhiye into the room, locked the door behind him, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say Xiaoyan hates you!"
"Hmm." Xia Zhiye didn't blush, "He really hates me, you've seen it yourself, he thinks I'm a scumbag."
"..." Shen Jiayan was silent for a while when he heard this, and then said, "Actually, I can't blame Xiao Yan for this. I saw someone say you have many girlfriends in your school's post bar, and then I counted them. There are forty or fifty IDs of people claiming to be your girlfriend, so I told Xiaoyan... "
Xia Zhiye: "..."
It turned out that the source of the rumor actually lies in this.
He reflected for a moment, and said introspectively, "I'm sorry, I blame me for being too attractive."
Shen Jiayan: "..."
This man is so shameless.
But just in case, Shen Jiayan confirmed: "So they are really not your girlfriend?"
Xia Zhiye said slowly: "Believe me, besides me, they may have seven boyfriends, eight sons, nine brothers, and countless husbands and wives online."
Shen Jiayan: "..."
Hard to refute.
"So do you have anything else to say?"
"Sorry."
"It doesn't matter."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
After the weird children's polite teaching demonstration dialogue, the air fell into an awkward silence.
After a while, Shen Jiayan finally opened his mouth: "Apart from this point, you and Xiaoyan have a good relationship, right?"
Just as Xia Zhiye was about to open his mouth, Shen Jiayan interrupted him: "Don't deny it, I can see it. With Xiaoyan's character, if the relationship is not good, it is impossible to chat with you on WeChat, open black, and buy the same bracelet , it is even more impossible to hold you when the ptsd attack!"
"ptsd?"
Xia Zhiye grasped the point.
Shen Jiayan nodded: "Well, Xiaoyan can't stay alone in a dark, confined space, or she will have a traumatic stress disorder."
Xia Zhiye thought of something and asked, "Is it related to my childhood experience?"
"Well, it's a long story." Shen Jiayan sighed, "Actually, I shouldn't have said this, because Xiao Yan would definitely be upset if he found out, but I'm really worried that he's alone in Nanwu now. That's why I told you, you have to keep it a secret."
"Ok."
Shen Jiayan asked: "You know Xiao Yan's family is actually quite rich, right?"
Xia Zhiye nodded.
Shen Jiayan continued: "But in fact, their family started from scratch. His father was the top student in the college entrance examination from Nanwu No. 3 Middle School. Later, he went to Peking University and met his mother in Beijing. The two started a business together, got married, and suffered a lot before working hard. The family business that appears now."
"I don't know exactly what went through in the middle, but anyway, the relationship between his parents had already broken down before he was pregnant with Xiaoyan. When he was pregnant with Xiaoyan, his father wanted to get rid of it. He was born, but because his father was cold and violent during pregnancy, his mother suffered from postpartum depression after giving birth to him, and then it became so severe that she became mentally disturbed."
"When it's good, it's good for Xiao Yan, and when it's bad, it beats and scolds hard. At that time, my house lived opposite Xiao Yan. When my mother met him, she took him home to hide. If he didn't meet him, she suffered alone. One time it was minus ten degrees, and I was locked out for a whole day."
"Later, her mother's condition became more and more serious, and his father was away from home. When Xiao Yan was five or six years old, on his parents' wedding anniversary, his father accompanied a female celebrity to attend the ribbon-cutting event. Her mother watched from TV After seeing it on the Internet, she locked Xiaoyan and herself in a dark room, and wanted to bring Xiaoyan to die together."
"But in the end, I was probably too ruthless. I didn't want to let Xiao Yan accompany her to die. I just swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills and fell asleep in front of Xiao Yan. I didn't find them until my aunt came to cook at noon the next day. "
"So that night, Xiao Yan stayed in the dark room with his mother's body for a whole night. When he was rescued, he didn't cry or make a fuss. It's just that he didn't like to talk to others very much, and he fell behind. Traumatic stress disorder."
"Xiao Yan has a bad temper and has a lot of bad things, but he is really nice. When we were young, the two of us went climbing together, and I accidentally fell off the railing. If he hadn't dragged me desperately, I guess I have already been reincarnated now. After going to the hospital for an examination, I found out that his arm was pulled and dislocated by me at that time, but he never let go, so just for this, he has been my best friend for the rest of his life.”
"But I'm also quite unreliable. I'm not very smart, and I don't know how to fight. I can't help him with many things, let alone being so far away now, so if possible, can I trouble you to take care of him?" Hit him."
"The reason why I told you this is because I think he treats you quite differently. The person who can be hugged by him when his ptsd attack occurs must be someone he trusts very much."
After Shen Jiayan finished speaking the last sentence, he looked at Xia Zhiye, his clear eyes filled with the purest sincerity and expectation.
Xia Zhiye lowered his eyelashes, and after a long silence, he finally responded in a low voice: "Don't worry."
He thought that Song Daxi's life might not have been so good when he was a child, but he never thought that it would be so bad.
No wonder it is named Yan.
But such a hard-spoken, soft-hearted, beautiful and intelligent young master should have been liked since he was a child.
Thinking of the day when he was drunk, Song Yan tilted his head and asked him why no one liked him, Xia Zhiye's heart was so sore that he even had difficulty breathing.
So much so that it took him a long time to calm down before he could barely respond with such a calm expression, "Don't worry."
And he reassured Shen Jiayan not because of anyone's entrustment, but because he wanted Song Yan to understand that he was the most lovable kid in the world.
Song Daxi of their family should be the pampered young master.
Xia Zhiye lowered his eyes and subconsciously stared at the bracelet on his wrist, the light brown eyes did not have the usual casual and incongruous smile, only a kind of strong emotion that he may not even be aware of.
All this fell into Shen Jiayan's eyes.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he swallowed it. After repeating this a few times, he finally couldn't hold back, and opened his mouth tentatively: "Then what... Student Xia, I have a question. I don’t know whether to ask or not.”
Xia Zhiye lowered his eyelids, casually: "Ask."
"After asking, no matter what the answer is, you are not allowed to hit me."
"Ok."
"Well... don't you mean something about our little annoyance?"
The moment Shen Jiayan finished speaking, Xia Zhiye raised his eyes.