Ruan Xiao was the last one to arrive. She wore a classic Burberry trench coat with long hair tied into a ponytail. She looked a lot more capable than when she first met, but she still laughed sweetly.
"The second episode will be broadcast today." Ruan Xiao smiled and said to Shang Sirui as soon as he walked over, "You must be on the hot search at that time, I have even thought of the entry, [Shang Sirui's acting skills burst table]. "
"Isn't it [Shang Sirui pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger]?" Xia Xiqing joined the team that teased Shang Sirui.
Shang Sirui bulged and shook his body and slammed into Xia Xiqing, "Who is the tiger? Are you still hungry?"
Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng. The other party was playing with his mobile phone with his head down. He didn't seem to want to reply, so he smiled, "I was the first to die, of course it was not me."
"Maybe you are the first to die tonight." Shang Sirui joked with a smile.
Ruan Xiao also laughed, "Don't set up flags randomly."
"Ziheng doesn't speak much today," Shang Sirui deliberately changed the subject, "maybe it is a guilty conscience, in fact, he is the killer."
"When does he love to talk?" Ruan Xiao inadvertently made up for it.
The ridiculed Zhou Ziheng raised his head and looked sharply at Shang Sirui, his tone was flat, "Okay, I will be the first to kill you tonight."
Shang Sirui immediately smiled and walked over and hooked Zhou Ziheng’s neck, "Don’t, handsome guy, let me go. Hey, didn’t you say that if it was a killer, you would kill Xiqing first? Don’t forget your vows. ."
As soon as he heard him say Xia Xiqing's name, Zhou Ziheng changed his face slightly and pushed Shang Sirui away with an expression of disgust, "What oath? I'm sick."
After being pushed away, Shang Sirui entangled Xia Xiqing again, "So are you. No matter who the killer is, you two must kill each other, your words count."
Ruan Xiao folded his arms and said, "Well, if I were a killer, I would be the first to kill you, I promise."
Seeing Ruan Xiao speaking solemnly, Shang Sirui immediately asked, "Why, we have no grievances in the near future, how can you do this Xiaoxiao..."
"Because you talk too much."
Everyone was talking and laughing, Xia Xiqing noticed that Zhou Ziheng had taken off his sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He looks very nice without makeup, but the black green is a bit serious right now.
Maybe the exam is too hard? Xia Xiqing guessed.
Several people boarded the plane together, and the seats were all arranged together. Before going up, Xia Xiqing guessed that his seat must be next to Zhou Ziheng. As expected, he watched Zhou Ziheng, who was walking in front, sitting next to his corresponding seat.
Shang Sirui dragged him to walk behind, "Xi Qing, I'm one row behind you." He walked over in three and two steps, and sat next to Ruan Xiao by the window, and said with a smile, "I might We will die, otherwise we will change seats, it will be more convenient for you." Ruan Xiaoxin agreed, and took out the steam eye mask from his bag, "You can take this to sleep, it's more comfortable to block the light."
Shang Sirui happily took one, and after saying a few thank you, he put the seat down and lay down.
Ruan Xiao was kind, and Xia Xiqing also took the blindfold, smiled at her, and then stood next to Zhou Ziheng who was already sitting down, "Excuse me, let me borrow it."
Zhou Ziheng's long legs, which were nowhere to lay, were too empty, so he closed it in and let Xia Xiqing in.
"thanks."
This kind of alienation and hypocritical politeness made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable. Who would have thought that this person would have lunch with himself in the school cafeteria a few days ago and tease each other.
"You're welcome." Zhou Ziheng also smiled back.
When Xia Xi passed by him, Zhou Ziheng smelled an unfamiliar scent, like lemon, with a cold woody aroma, like cedar. This is not Xia Xiqing's style at all, but rather like other men's taste preferences.
The deeper I thought about it, the breath of Cedar seemed to become stronger, which made Zhou Ziheng uncomfortable.
Just like adding criminal evidence, he repeatedly demonstrated Xia Xiqing's abusive emotions in his heart, thinking that he could get out earlier.
Yu Guangli, Xia Xiqing's slender hands lightly placed on the armrest beside the seat. This hand that once held down his chest made Zhou Ziheng's heart lingering, and made his calm mind dizzy again for the past few days.
After experiencing the events of the previous few days, there is an inevitable gap between Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng, even though their previous relationship is not very close. However, Xia Xiqing was born with pride, and his self-esteem was repeatedly hit. Even if he had a huge desire to conquer the person in front of him, he still needed a buffer period to recover his vitality.
Everyone before Zhou Ziheng would fall into the illusion that he disguised himself, but he refused to sink. This incident itself repeatedly reminded Xia Xiqing-you are a person, no one will truly love you.
Even though he knew this truth a long time ago.
Xia Xiqing, who was reluctant to speak, chose to sleep. He looked at the steam blindfold in his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally put it aside, just closing his eyes and leaning against the window.
Zhou Ziheng looked at the blindfold he put up, and remembered the blindfolded eyes he used to record the first time the show was recorded.
Xia Xiqing is afraid of the dark, and wearing blindfolds in the secret room at first will cause adverse reactions.
That's why he would take a gamble and use the fastest and most direct method to test whether there is another person in this room and help him free himself from the darkness.
I don't know if it was because of the ups and downs of mood that Zhou Ziheng couldn't sleep well. He flipped through a book on quantum mechanics that he hadn't read before.
The sun shines on the pages of the book at 4:30 in the afternoon, shining the smooth pages of the book furry, and it seems that the fine white paper fibers can be seen gently swaying between the printed characters, just like the heart of Zhou Ziheng now, it is almost impossible to happen. The sway felt by others.
In semi-sleep, Xia Xiqing straightened his head slightly, closed his eyes, and as his head raised, his neck stretched long, like a swan falling into a coma in the sun.
Zhou Ziheng forced himself not to look at him, but the dark screen of the laptop on his desk reflected Xia Xiqing's sleeping face. The protruding apple knot on his smooth neck is like a solitary mountain range on the plain. Underneath the mountain is nothing but Zhou Ziheng's heart. Whenever that little bump rolled slightly, his heart began to shake uncontrollably.
He was suddenly indulged in such a quiet moment. Although peeping is not such a decent thing, Xia Xiqing at this time will not take the initiative to seduce him, and will not make any dangerous actions. He just exists quietly in himself. By his side, it was like a volcano that temporarily died down.
Nostalgic for the sakura rain and snow of Mt. Fuji, but afraid of the hot magma that gushes out at any time.
Human desires are always selfish and complicated.
As far as the faces reflected on the screen are concerned, there seems to be something missing in the book in hand. Zhou Ziheng turned two pages impetuously with his fingers, and he couldn't help feeling sorry. It's not that the book is missing something, it's that my heart is missing a piece.
Part of it was eaten away by the snake in the Garden of Eden.
Unable to help his gaze float to the screen again and again, Zhou Ziheng found Xia Xiqing's brows frowned slightly. Guessing that it might be too bright, he stretched out his hand as lightly as possible, trying to pull up the sun visor for him, just when his fingers touched When I hit the window, I heard Xia Xiqing's voice.
"Don't shut it down."
Xia Xiqing didn't open his eyes, but tilted his head to the window, his voice was a little hazy and hoarse.
"I can't sleep without light."
The fingers curled up involuntarily, and Zhou Ziheng retracted his hand.
Xia Xiqing didn't fall asleep completely, his eyes closed, but other sense organs became sensitive on their own. He could hear the sound of Zhou Ziheng turning the book, and his slow motion made the sound of friction of the pages prolonged, slowly drawing on his mind. He could also hear Zhou Ziheng's occasional long breathing sound, like a sigh, but not so much.
Under the sunlight, his closed eyes turned everything in his vision into a hazy orange-red color. With the gradual sinking of consciousness and the waves, it reminded him of Monet's "Sunset on the Coast". warmth.
There is no shape.
Closed eyes have the most accurate perception of light.
So at the moment Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, Xia Xiqing quickly woke up, his desire for light made him unable to sleep peacefully, fear and fear, and the emotions that he had confined in the darkness suddenly poured out.
No one understands. Xia Xiqing knew.
Zhou Ziheng never tried to disturb his sleep anymore, and he couldn't even hear Zhou Ziheng's voice anymore.
As usual, it is difficult for Xia Xiqing to fall asleep on the plane. It feels like on a small boat, floating up and down with the turbulent waves, but this time, the boat seems to have been drilled a small hole. , The water slipped in quietly, and he sank a little bit with the hull, sinking into a deeper dream.
He seemed not too big in the dream, everyone in his vision was very tall, drowning himself, hot blood flowed from his chin to the clothes on his chest, and the little cartoon character was dyed red. There are people coming and going in the hospital. He is dragged by an unfamiliar person, just like a rag doll held by one hand, and his body is shaken indiscriminately to go to the operation full of the smell of disinfectant. room.
The quarrel in the ear did not stop, the abnormal sensation of the cold thin needle passing through the anesthetized skin, and the tears that can be shed unscrupulously as a child.
The woman cried sharply.
[Why did I give birth to you in the first place! ]
[It’s fine if you don’t exist. ]
[You are the beginning of my miserable life. ]
Looking down, he no longer wore the blood-stained clothes, and no cartoon characters. Pain led him to stretch out his hand, and the bruises on both arms, one after another, golf clubs, or other expensive metal products, as long as they are good at hand, are worthy of leaving marks on his body.
Like the canvas, it is not a pity how to be painted all over.
[The person who loves you most in the world is your mom and dad, you know? ]
The whole class uttered unanimous voices of immature children.
[understood-]
understood.
I really want to raise my hand to ask questions.
Teacher, what if my parents don’t love me
Then there will be people in this world...
The water flooded his breath, and the suffocation of drowning made Xia Xiqing awaken in an instant, like a dying fish, violently sucking the air that it depends on for survival, he raised his hand in panic, and touched his chin. On that scar.
When I opened my eyes, it was dusk, and the clouds in the high sky were stained with magnificent colors. The fragile face that leaked out of his sleep made him full of defense. Yu Guang saw Zhou Ziheng staring into his eyes. Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of his eyes with her hand and turned her head. His voice was hoarse and sharp, "What are you looking at?"
Zhou Ziheng's face was stunned. He seemed to have just walked out of a state of distraction, with a trace of confusion and guilty conscience on that chiseled face.
"How long have you been watching?"
Xia Xiqing wondered how he would behave when he was entangled in nightmares. Perhaps he nervously grabbed the fabric of the seat with his fingers, or he murmured in a dream, perhaps even more embarrassing. He tried to find the answer from Zhou Ziheng's reaction.
"It's been a while..." Zhou Ziheng lowered his deep eyes and looked at a corner with a guilty conscience. The long and dense eyelashes were illuminated by the sun, casting a long flashing shadow on the lower eyelid.
He did not lie. Zhou Ziheng is a hard-talking person, but he doesn't like lying.
"What are you looking at?" Xia Xiqing, who was spied on the fragile side, raised the thorns on her body unconsciously, "What did you see?"
Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes again, and the clouds outside the window were reflected in his eyes, looking very sincere.
"The Tyndall Effect."
This answer surprised Xia Xiqing.
Zhou Ziheng did not lie.
After Xia Xiqing fell asleep, Zhou Ziheng felt as if a feather fell in his heart, and it fell gently, and the place he touched was itchy, but the feather couldn't fall to the ground.
He finally turned his face to look at him.
The sunlight passing through three thousand meters of thick clouds, through the small glass window on that side, the flying fine dust turned the air into a turbid colloid like fog, the light passed through, leaving a wonderful and bright path. From the upper left corner of the window, sixty degrees diagonally downward, along the extension line of the incident angle, hit Xia Xiqing's chest straight.
"When the Tyndall effect appears, it takes shape only." Zhou Ziheng pointed to Xia Xiqing's chest, with the corners of his mouth slightly bent.
Xia Xiqing lowered her head blankly, looked at her chest, followed the shimmering pathway, and looked at the rose-colored clouds stacked in the corner of the window.
Sensitive and worrying, sharp and defensive, was overwhelmed by a small physical phenomenon and turned into a beautiful light that pierced his heart.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly realized that he had accidentally smiled at Xia Xiqing just now.
After that day, he repeatedly warned himself not to establish a close relationship with him again, no matter what kind of relationship it was, he just forgot the set principle again. But he saw Xia Xiqing, who was as quiet as a coma in his sleep, and saw the tears on his eyes at the moment he opened his eyes, like glass beads.
He didn't know anything about Xia Xiqing, and there was no need to know, he always convinced himself like this.
But when he saw the thorns erected after Xia Xiqing awakened, he seemed to see a small rose floating in the clouds.
I want to reach out and hold it, but I can only hold the blood from the stabbing.
The plane was about to land, and the stewardess with delicate makeup was walking in the aisle, reminding me of the precautions when landing. Zhou Ziheng closed the book that hadn't been read and closed the notebook on the table.
Xia Xiqing finally recovered from that long-lost dream. They left the plane, and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped him.
"I'm so hungry." After a good night's sleep, Shang Sirui discussed important issues for dinner with Ruan Xiao who was walking by his side.
Xia Xiqing looked up at the clouds, the rosy sky, and the formless light.
The phone vibrated suddenly, and Xia Xiqing took it out to check.
[Moral pacesetter]: Share pictures.
It was a candid shot from a side view. The Tyndall effect that was accidentally captured in the lens, the wonderful background of rosy clouds in the glass window, and the profile of oneself in the dream.
And the tangible light that pierced his chest straight.
Holding the phone, Xia Xiqing's heart throbbed.
He spoke in a low voice, without looking at the people around him, as if talking with the wind, "Why shoot me?"
The wind also brought him a response, with an imperceptible faint smile in the deep.
"I'm not shooting you, it's the Tyndall effect."
Obviously refused, but unconsciously teased.
This person is really naive and cunning.
The author has something to say: Note: When a beam of light passes through the colloid, a bright "pathway" in the colloid can be observed from the perpendicular incident light direction. This physical phenomenon is called Tyndall phenomenon, also called Tyndall effect ( Tyndall effect)