After finishing work, Shang Sirui's assistant found a hot pot restaurant that was still open in the early morning on the recording site and booked a private room. The five people came out and went straight to the hotel box. Shang Sirui was familiar with a lot of signboards. "I went here with the group members to pass the show a few times before. This hot pot is authentic and authentic."
"Are you from Sichuan?" Ruan Xiao asked.
Shang Sirui smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. "Beijing people." He raised his eyes to look at everyone, "Are you drinking?"
Cen Zhen shook his head, "I'm going to tour recently, so I have to protect my throat."
"I don't drink." Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and poured himself a glass of water. "You don't need to order it for me."
From the moment he took off his coat, Xia Xiqing's eyes never left him. He looked refreshed and refreshed in a white T-shirt, like a college student.
When holding the cup, the bulging green tendons on the back of the hand, the slender fingers with distinct joints, the thick eyelashes when drooping, the angular jaw line, the tall and bulging eyebrows, every fragment that is disassembled is perfect.
His gaze stretched down Zhou Ziheng's side neck, almost intertwined with the muscle texture, from the loose cotton collar all the way down to the invisible place.
This person is too damn good to his own appetite.
"Xi Qing, do you drink?"
Shang Sirui’s question interrupted Xia Xiqing’s reverie, "Me?" At the moment when he returned to his senses, Xia Xiqing found that Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting opposite, was still holding the glass, but his eyes looked at him, but only For a moment, because he looked away soon, his brows were also slightly frowned.
It's really interesting. Xia Xiqing put his right elbow on the table, dragged his chin with his palm, and turned his face to Shang Sirui, "Yes, I want red wine."
"Hot pot with red wine?" Shang Sirui laughed, "You really know how to match it."
"I'm actually not too hungry." Xia Xiqing still turned his face and smiled at Shang Sirui, "I just want to drink some wine to ease my nervousness."
Eating at the same table can almost be regarded as the fastest way to bring intimacy between strangers, not to mention that the five of them have been locked up in the reality show for several hours, and the distance is even closer. Without the excitement and mutual suspicion during the game, everyone chatted easily.
In order to raise her voice during the tour, Cen Cen couldn't eat spicy food. She was a little surprised when she saw Zhou Ziheng not touching spicy pot, "Aren't you eating spicy food?"
Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "I can't eat it very much."
"Ziheng's diet is super healthy. When I recorded the show with him, I found that he usually does not smoke or drink alcohol, eats super lightly, and even soaks wolfberries in a thermos."
What kind of old cadre style is this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.
It's not a good student style.
Ruan Xiao was shaking his hairy belly while asking Shang Sirui through the hot mist, "Is your usual personality contrasting like this? I have a friend who likes your group very much, but she is born to be another member. I have chased it many times, and I heard her say that you are very confused on stage and off stage."
Shang Sirui bit the head of his chopsticks and let out a long hum, "Actually, I'm not that confused. How can I say, our group members are very young. Many fans treat us as sons, especially me. Fans of, usually shout "Mom loves you" when picking up the plane, so the company deliberately reflects the cute and childish side in some daily tidbits. Over time, they are forced to install cute people. Assume."
He took a beef ball from the hot pot and put it in his bowl, reminding Ruan Xiao by the way, "Ah, your tripe may be old."
"Ah, yes, yes, right." Ruan Xiao picked up his tripe in a panic, and Cen Xian said on the side, "Don't you feel tired? Pretend to have another character."
As soon as he said this, Xia Xiqing felt that someone was looking at him, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Zhou Ziheng staring at him like this.
How can you get tired with such an interesting thing. The corners of Xia Xiqing's mouth raised slightly, his eyes aside from Zhou Ziheng's body, and he took a sip of the wine from his glass.
"It's okay. In fact, I am actually quite confused." After that, Shang Sirui began to sigh again. "I'm a villain. I really almost won. It's a pity. The plan was so seamless, but when Xi Qing was tossed about it halfway, he panicked all of a sudden."
Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly, "This can only be blamed on yourself for being too easily affected."
"What was your plan before?" Cen Zhen asked.
"I pretended to be pretty good at the beginning. Originally, I didn’t sway you and Ruan Xiao, saying that Xi Qing’s suspicion was very high. After casting out, Xi Qing was too powerful. It is a hidden danger to stay. When Ziheng has almost gathered all the clues, I will use killer's privileges to kill Ziheng, take advantage of the fisherman's profit, and break the city gate in one fell swoop! Perfect~ "
She happily explained that Shang Sirui's expression changed in the original plan, and she leaned on the back of the chair like a wilted eggplant, "Oh, it's a pity, my plan was seen through by Xi Qing. He ran to look for exposure as soon as he found out. As for the clues of my identity, I was about to vote at that time. Of course I was anxious, so I killed Xi Qing without thinking about it."
Hearing this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "Did you regret it as soon as you finished killing?"
"No, regret is dead." Shang Sirui shook his head, "It's too late to regret. I just thought about whether to bite the bullet and go with Ziheng. As a result, Ziheng had already got all the clues at that time. Knowing that I am a killer, I have not started yet." Shang Sirui put a piece of rice cake in his mouth again, and looked at Zhou Ziheng who had been silent, "By the way, how did you know that I am a killer? Xi Qing told you?"
Speaking of Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing deliberately did not turn to look at him, still looking sideways at Shang Sirui's direction with an extremely gentle expression.
Zhou Ziheng gave a hum, and Cen Zhen, who was sitting on the side, laughed hardly, "If he says you believe it."
"..." Zhou Ziheng was choked again, not knowing what to say.
Ruan Xiao also joined in. "It stands to reason that the clue to finally crack the door should have been self-honored by Xi Qing."
Shang Sirui also suddenly reacted, "Ah, I know! It's the painting!" He shook his chopsticks excitedly, half-turned to look at Xia Xiqing, "Is that the rose? Ah, so angry, I should have I snatched that painting." He patted his forehead vigorously, "Why am I doing this!"
Xia Xiqing was completely amused by Shang Sirui's misfortune, and he still maintained the lazy posture with his hand supporting his chin. He stretched out his left hand and passed the hand of Shang Sirui patted his forehead with a smile. , "Don't shoot, the more you shoot, the more you two."
"I'm going, it's really that painting." Shang Sirui grabbed Xia Xiqing's extended hand and shook Xia Xiqing vigorously. "No, I'm too sad. You have to make up for me and give it to me. Draw! I want an extra-large one, two! One for my dorm and one for my mother!"
Originally drank alcohol, although he wasn't considered drunk, Xia Xiqing was also dizzy and dizzy. He could only compromise with a smile, "Well, don't you just have two paintings? I'll paint for you when I go back tomorrow."
This attitude of pampering Xia Xiqing is uncommon for herself, especially if she has a willful temper in the past, Xia Xiqing will always be used to it until she is not bored. As long as the other party saw the gentle smile on his face, he always thought that he was occupying a considerable position in his heart. I don't know that they are all fake.
But this look was so real in Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
It's nothing else. Zhou Ziheng just couldn't understand, but didn't understand. This person is obviously a fan of his own, and he keeps saying that he likes himself and shows his loyalty. Logically speaking, as a fan, it’s hard to eat with idols. Shouldn’t you seize every opportunity to talk to idols
But Xia Xiqing didn't even look at him Zhou Zihang all night.
Unexplained boredom.
This romantic scumbag must be, 100% fancy to Shang Sirui. Sure enough, the feelings of fans are the most unreliable. When they say they like you, they can’t wait to give you their hearts. Once they climb a wall, it’s kind of kind not to come back and step on you.
Zhou Ziheng held the chopsticks and couldn't eat a bite. His ears were filled with the laughter of the two people sitting opposite.
After eating a supper for nearly two hours, Shang Sirui suddenly remembered something when he was about to leave, "Let’s get a WeChat group." He took out his cell phone, "It’s great that we can also chat at ordinary times."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to join the group at all, but Shang Sirui pulled him in, the phone kept shaking, and when he opened it, a group named [Let me guess who the killer is today] kept flashing new news.
"Everyone please change the remarks." Ruan Xiao reminded.
Being forced to change the remarks helplessly, Zhou Ziheng glanced at the group members when he quit, and he saw Xia Xiqing all at once. In fact, Xia Xiqing hasn't changed the remarks yet, but Zhou Ziheng's portrait was recognized by Zhou Ziheng at a glance.
It's the painting of him playing in a red jersey.
I don’t know why, the boring energy in my chest suddenly disappeared a lot. Zhou Ziheng frowned and stared at the little head. He was afraid that others would find him staring, so he didn’t dare to open the big picture. Squinted and looked at.
After watching for a long time, he looked up at Xia Xiqing who was sitting opposite.
He leaned on the chair with his head tilted to one side, and his hair covered most of his face, and he couldn't see whether his eyes were open or closed.
It seems to be very drunk.
Shang Sirui saw Zhou Ziheng looking this way, and he also looked sideways, "Ah, Xi Qing, are you drunk? Are you okay?" He pulled Xia Xiqing's hair aside, revealing that he was a little bit vague. Red face.
Xia Xiqing gave a suspicious hum, as if he hadn't heard what Shang Sirui said, but this hum was a thousand times, and there was a hoarse voice in his tone after being drunk.
Drinking so drunk, I see how you can go back later. Zhou Ziheng almost rolled his eyes.
"Where is Xi Qing's hotel?" Cen Cen asked, "I seem to see an assistant next to him today, but it's so late..."
Ruan Xiao took out his mobile phone and prepared to call a car, "Would you like him to live with me? My home is not far from here."
"No. It's easy to be misunderstood. Maybe there are reporters outside. You are a man and a woman. It's easy to be scribbled. He should take me to the hotel where I live. Let's make do for one night." Just finished talking, Shang Si Rui began to worry, "Oh no, I will leave him on the plane tomorrow morning."
Everyone was discussing the issue of Xia Xiqing's belonging, but Zhou Ziheng didn't say a word.
He now has an inexplicable sense of seeing that he is afraid of being picked up by the teacher to answer questions in class.
"Ziheng, otherwise you can take Xi Qing to your place, I remember your hotel is quite close here, didn't you still drive the car?"
What are you afraid of? Murphy's law does not deceive me.
Zhou Ziheng gave himself a hum, and accepted the challenge that fate gave him.
Shang Sirui helped get Xia Xiqing into Zhou Ziheng's car and closed the co-pilot's door, "Then I'm going, I'll be on the scene tomorrow, and you should rest early."
Zhou Ziheng nodded.
"Don't forget to wear a seat belt for him." Shang Sirui, who had gone so far, turned around and shouted at him again.
Xia Xiqing, who was so drunk and unconscious, was tilted in the co-pilot, like a cat that had passed out. Zhou Ziheng tried his best to squeeze him into position, and leaned forward to pull out the seat belt for him. This posture didn't make any effort, and he tried for a long time without success.
troublesome.
Cunning, shameless, lying, and romantic, Xia Xiqing became a little puppet in Zhou Ziheng's heart, and he put a new label of [trouble] on his forehead.
After recording the show, I really never want to see this person again.
Zhou Ziheng was talking so much in his heart, and he didn't know who to listen to.
Suddenly, the drunk and unconscious person made a whimper like a small animal, and then hugged him from the front.
His head was buried in Zhou Ziheng's neck.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that his side neck was gently rubbed against a pair of soft lips. His whole body seemed to be overcharged, crackling, and it exploded from his neck to the tip of his fingers. This unreasonable electric current finally exploded into the chest cavity.
Paralyzed the heart.
Classmate Zhou Ziheng, who felt this mysterious taste for the first time in twenty years, once again forgot, this man who was drunk and hugged himself and refused to let go.
He has always been a liar.