Simply unreasonable.
Zhou Ziheng didn't speak all the way, and didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui talking, so he put on his headphones and closed his eyes. The shuffled daily tweets seemed to have been cast by someone, and the words and sentences pierced Zhou Ziheng's heart.
[Dangers what we're doing. Everything we do is playing with fire.
We lock lips to ruin. We kissed to ruin.
Don't you trust love? Don't you believe in love
Never trust love. Never trust love. ]
What a broken song, Zhou Ziheng irritably pressed the headset's line control twice, and changed the song. The music in the headphones has changed from a psychedelic electronic female voice to a simple guitar chord.
[We all know how to play, looking for the fun with the lowest risk
Confession is not in the options, it does not matter if things go against one's wishes
The topic should jump smartly, and the distance should be ambiguous and light.
No matter who crossed the line first, you should forget it after tomorrow]
Excuse me
Who wrote the daily push algorithm for this music app
Is it the devil
Zhou Ziheng released the lock, and was about to open the daily push list to see which devil songs were pushed for him today. Unexpectedly, a WeChat popped out. It was Zhao Ke, a gangster and young boy.
[Ke Zi: Brother Heng, when are you going back to Beijing? The fourth child came back from the team a few days ago and went out to get together. ]
The fourth child also grew up in a military district compound with him. He was a scumbag and didn't have a close relationship with him, but he was still a child who grew up together.
[Hengheng: I'm not going anymore. I'm going back to Beijing to audition. Recently, the schedule is full. ]
[Ke Zi: Can we not earn the hard money? The picture is flying around like Superman all day long. You can’t even have a personal entertainment. You can see that you are in your 20s and you haven’t even talked about a relationship. Who is the mother-to-fetus single? ]
[Hengheng: The emperor is not in a hurry. ]
[Ke Zi: You, Brother Ke, I’m a handsome man and I don’t care about your little broken mouth. After all, you won’t be thinking about the little sister when you were a child. It’s all about the sesame seeds and rotten grains. People may be married now. You can't change your mind after all soy sauce? ]
Zhou Ziheng wanted to fuck him. Seeing the words [for personal concern], he felt guilty in his heart. Although he is only 20 years old, Zhengerbajing has been in the art for 14 years. After spending so long in the circle, there are so many people who chase him, but he has never been moved. It's not that he really has no expectations for love. It's just because of a memory of childhood, it's hard to calm down now.
To be honest, he almost didn't remember what the girl looked like, and sometimes he felt like a fool in retrospect.
I thought it would always be like this, waiting in the crowd. Unexpectedly, another person popped up on a rampage, still a man, no, a scumbag.
But Zhou Ziheng had to admit that he was really a little tempted.
It is indeed the guilt of empathy and unrequited love that has changed personal concerns, but it has completely changed from one inconsistency to another.
[Ke Zi: Why don't you reply? You won't be upset anymore. ]
[Hengheng: I am not happy about your hammer. ]
[Ke Zi: If you are not upset, please change your profile picture. A small flower has been worn for so many years, and you are pretty damn. ]
[Hengheng: Get out. ]
Zhou Ziheng quit the chat interface and clicked on his avatar.
"Here, get off from Ziheng~" Shang Sirui stretched out and put on his hat, and pushed Xia Xiqing a hand. Xia Xiqing saw Zhou Ziheng staring at his head, and then he was in a daze, and then he was about to stand up.
Zhou Ziheng responded and put the phone back in his pocket and got out of the car.
The rooms of the three of them are on the same floor, and the assistants’ rooms are on two floors downstairs. When they got on the elevator, they discussed it and decided to go back to their room and take a shower before going to Shang Sirui's room.
Shang Sirui lives at the very end of the corridor, Xia Xiqing lives next to him, and Zhou Ziheng is the opposite.
Halfway through the shower, Xia Xiqing remembered that he didn't bring a change of clothes. He didn't have anything from Xia Zhixu's house, and he was reluctant to wear the hotel bathrobe. So he came out of the bathroom naked, wrapped the quilt around him thinking about countermeasures.
Shang Sirui is shorter than him, and his clothes must be uncomfortable to wear.
Zhou Ziheng is still reliable to think so. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt, quickly sent a WeChat message.
Hearing the phone ringing, Zhou Ziheng, who was blowing his hair, walked over to take a look.
[Terrorist: Handsome guy, borrow a piece of clothing to wear. ]
Does this person have any habit of wearing other people's clothes
[Moral pacesetter: Don't borrow. ]
[Terrorist: OK, then I will play with you naked. ]
…
[Moral pacesetter: What clothes do you want? ]
Xia Xiqing looked at WeChat and laughed, why is this person so funny.
[Terrorist: Just come with any set, I didn't bring a change of clothes. ]
Zhou Ziheng opened his suitcase, turned out one by one, and collapsed on the bed, all of which were passed through by him, nothing new.
[Moral pacesetter: I will ask Ronaldinho to buy it for you. ]
[Terrorist: Brother, this is a little bit faster, where can you let Ronaldo buy it? Hurry up. I won't pick, oh yes, there are panties. ]
Just looking at these words, Zhou Ziheng could imagine Xia Xiqing's cynical expression.
[Moral pacesetter:... I have nothing new. ]
[Terrorist: Just wash it. Anyway, if you take less, I won't wear anything, you can figure it out. ]
Sitting on the bed and waiting for about ten minutes, there was a knock on the door outside. Xia Xiqing was wrapped in the quilt and stepped on the floor barefoot. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhou Ziheng with half-wet hair and black cotton long sleeves and gray trousers. The refreshing and cursive look in the novel.
This face really looks better the more you look. Xia Xiqing sighed for his high-standard aesthetics.
"Come on." Xia Xiqing leaned against the door and smiled at Zhou Ziheng by reaching out from a corner of the quilt and grabbing the quilt that was folded over his chest.
His hair didn’t blow at all. After sitting for a long time, only the top of his head was dry. The water drops along the slightly longer hair strands a little bit down, accumulating on the black tips, rubbing against his white neck, dripping on the collarbone and exposing large pieces. Chest.
Before he came, Zhou Ziheng was mentally prepared. He thought he would hide in the bathroom like a heroine on TV, reaching out a hand from the door to hold his clothes. Who knew it was like this. He lowered his eyes not to look.
"Come in." Unable to let go, Xia Xiqing hooked his ankle with his foot, took his shoulder to the door, and tried to close the door. Zhou Ziheng didn't know what was going on. When the door slammed shut, he thought that he could leave his clothes and leave, how come in.
Impressed.
Xia Xiqing walked back to the bed with the back of his feet facing him, Zhou Ziheng's eyes couldn't help but glanced at his bare feet on the ground. His ankles were very white, with deep depressions on both sides, which followed his footsteps. The ankle bone is raised, and further up is the slender and smooth calf line.
Crazy crazy, what is he looking at.
Zhou Ziheng, with a hot brain, stepped forward and threw his clothes on the bed. He half-backed his head and said what he was going to say, "The ones I have not worn a few times are similar to the new ones, and the size is probably not suitable for you. Just wear it, don’t give it back to me..."
"It's a bit inappropriate, your size is really not small."
Xia Xiqing interrupted him, Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, and saw Xia Xiqing holding his black underwear with both hands, and smiled ambiguously, "The nutrition of the children is so good now."
Zhou Ziheng's ears burned panicked, and he rushed up to grab the underwear back, and the hair exploded without any disguise, "Don't wear it with so many words!"
The quilt of Xia Xiqing, who had stretched out both hands just now, fell to his waist, and his entire upper body was exposed. He smiled with an innocent and innocent face. He looked up at Zhou Ziheng, "Vacuum. That won't work. Hold my baby."
"Indecent." Zhou Ziheng threw down these words fiercely and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he turned around and threw his underwear on the bed, turned and walked quickly out of Xia Xiqing's room, and closed the door with a slam.
Xia Xiqing and the tourists in the zoo who were playing with the lion cubs felt very happy when they watched him blow up their hair. Looking at the black panties thrown on the quilt by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing tutted twice.
To be honest, the size is really not small.
This average person can't stand it...
As soon as Zhou Ziheng returned to his room, Shang Sirui's message was sent over, as if he hadn't sat down, he took cold water and went to his room. Shang Sirui's room door was not closed, and he was sitting on the bed with a mask on himself. Sushi, sashimi, and sake were placed on the table next to the sofa.
As soon as he saw Zhou Ziheng coming in, Shang Sirui jumped off the bed excitedly, dragged him to sit on the sofa, and tried his best to give him the Japanese food in Amway.
This improper shopping guide is really a shame. Zhou Ziheng was thinking, and found that there was still a bottle of vodka on the table, "Is this also your order?"
"Yes."
"You are crazy." Zhou Ziheng frowned, "This drink is so powerful, do you want to go out tomorrow."
"It's okay. Didn't I tell you? I won't have any work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep until the afternoon." Shang Sirui squatted his mouth, broke his fingers, and fell pitifully on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder. "I haven't slept enough for a full week."
Zhou Ziheng pushed him away with a look of disgust, "Whatever you want, I have to fly back to Beijing tomorrow, I won't drink."
"You can drink with sake." Shang Sirui abducted his arm, "You can't take a drink, is it a man?"
Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes and heard a sound at the door.
"Xi Qing? Just bring the door." Shang Sirui took off his mask, patted his cheek, the essence of the photograph splashed Zhou Ziheng's face. Zhou Ziheng was too disgusted and stood up.
The door closed.
Xia Xiqing walked in from the hallway, Zhou Ziheng's gaze couldn't help but moved over, and saw him wearing a gray-blue long-sleeved sweater that was one size larger, with his wide sleeves covering half of his palms, and his overly long black sweatpants and trouser legs. Pull it up, revealing a smooth ankle.
He was quite tall, but he was a bit petite by his clothes. I don’t know where he turned out the hair tie, and the bangs that he tied up were too long to stand up like an apple stem. It looked like a small sapling that had fallen in the wind, leaning to one side, following his movements. Flick and flick.
Seeing his clothes on him, Zhou Ziheng felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and he was not consciously stunned.
Obviously it's normal to put on yourself, how can I get on him...
Weird innocent.
"Oh, handsome Goth stands up and welcomes me."
When he opened his mouth, Zhou Ziheng's throbbing was stopped for a second.
He sat back on the sofa awkwardly, picked up his chopsticks and stuck a sushi in his mouth.
Xia Xiqing walked to the side of Zhou Ziheng and intended to sit down. Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was unmoved, he kicked him in the foot. Shang Sirui had the foresight and sat on another sofa. Zhou Ziheng reluctantly moved to this place. On the other end of the love seat, let Xia Xiqing sit down.
Shang Sirui stuffed the chopsticks into Xia Xiqing's hand and said smoothly, "Xi Qing, your dress looks so good, what brand?"
"This is not..." As soon as Xia Xiqing spoke, he was pinched with a chin and stuffed a piece of sushi in his mouth. He stared at Zhou Ziheng with wide eyes, but the other party lowered his head as if nothing had happened and poured himself a glass of sake.
Shang Sirui smiled and winked at Zhou Ziheng, "You two are finally not angry."
"Who is angry?" Zhou Ziheng drank half a cup of sake, and put the cup back on the coffee table with a pounding sound.
"Who knows who is angry, I am not blind." Shang Sirui whispered a few words, and then changed the subject as if he hadn't said anything, "Eating and eating, I am almost starving to death."
Xia Xiqing finished chewing the sushi in his mouth, took Zhou Ziheng's cup, raised his head and drank half of his unfinished glass of wine.
Zhou Ziheng was taken aback, and grabbed the cup in his hand. "There is a new one next to it, you won't take it."
"You have fed me sushi and you are afraid that I will use your cup." Xia Xiqing stretched out the tip of his red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth that had missed some sake. "I don't dislike the new or the old."
A pun. This light tone made Zhou Ziheng panic. He can only pretend not to understand, and silently lower his head to eat.
Shang Sirui was eating while holding his mobile phone and swiping the comments under the self-portrait just now, sharing with them endlessly, "Mom, this is too fast, I can't read it."
"What did you brush?" Xia Xiqing asked casually, and Shang Sirui randomly found one and read it out, "Sansan actually attacked! Xi Qing is so cute, I miss the day..." Shang Sirui glanced at the finished reading in one breath. After Xia Xiqing glanced at it, he crookedly smiled on the sofa.
Xia Xiqing shrugged, "I'm used to it. The words that I see most every time I scan Weibo are'Xiang Ri'."
If these inexperienced girls know that you are a scumbag with no ethics, see if they still think about it. Zhou Ziheng secretly slandered while eating silently.
"That's because you are so good-looking. Your face is the movie face as it is now, the kind of beautiful and story-telling face." Shang Sirui blew the rainbow fart, took the bottle and opened the bottle of ice. The vodka he was drinking, pour himself a little. He suddenly had an idea, "Hey, it's boring for us to drink so much. Let's play a game."
Zhou Ziheng frowned, "The content of the recording makes me feel uncomfortable when I hear the word game now."
"Now you know Killer is not good." Shang Sirui sighed. "My little heart was about to jump out in the last issue. Don't say it, let's do it," Shang Sirui put the bottle The little one picked up the sake that had been emptied, poured out the last bit of wine, and cleared away a few packing boxes, and put the bottle in the middle, "There is no license here, let's play the most old-fashioned truth or dare." Bar."
Zhou Ziheng's face was expressionless, "No."
Shang Sirui quickly retorted with a grin, "The objection is invalid. You have to listen to me after eating my meal."
Xia Xiqing smiled lazily, "I have no objection."
Of course you have no objection, and you can't speak the truth. Zhou Ziheng thought.
They are all public figures, and it is unrealistic to play big adventures, so they can only change the rules. "Whoever turns the mouth of the bottle will tell the truth. The other two people can discuss a question and must answer it."
"What if you don't want to answer?" Zhou Ziheng asked, "There are always times when I can't answer."
Shang Sirui gave a long hum, then raised his chin, "Then drink a full glass of vodka."
The game was not interesting at the beginning, and the three of them did not let go. Zhou Ziheng was lucky, and was never selected by the bottle mouth. It was Shang Sirui himself who drank at least three cups and blushed. Zhou Ziheng swept Xia Xiqing with his spare light, and he also had a drink, but he looked like a okay person. Also, his slutty drinker should not be small.
"Hey, no, no," Shang Sirui waved his hand and wanted to change the rules. "Each person can only use three chances to block alcohol at most, and he must answer questions."
As soon as the rule was changed, Shang Sirui pinched the middle of the bottle with his fingers, and turned it around. The green translucent glass bottle was circled on the table, getting slower and slower, and finally stopped and straightened. Pointing to Zhou Ziheng.
It's really unlucky. Zhou Ziheng was thinking about tomorrow's plane, and he really didn't want to be inquired about privacy. After entanglement, he chose to pour a glass of vodka. Zhou Ziheng, who was not good at drinking at first, choked badly by this hard liquor and coughed for a long time.
"The amount of alcohol is so bad." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly.
The heartbeat suddenly accelerated without warning. Zhou Ziheng attributed this to the side effects of alcohol. He straightened his back and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"I heard that people who drink poorly will be very unlucky on the wine table." Xia Xiqing tilted his head and looked at him with a smile. The collarbone was exposed from the oversized neckline, glowing white under the hotel lights.
Are southerners so white? The heat from the alcohol made Zhou Ziheng uncomfortable.
"Come, come, do it again. Xi Qing, come and go."
Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and gently held the cylindrical bottle with his slender fingers. Zhou Ziheng always thought that his hand was beautiful, but at this time he was a little embarrassed to look at it, and he could only turn his head in a daze.
"Ah! Self-honoring again! Hahaha Has Xiqing's mouth been opened?"
"What?" Zhou Ziheng looked at his wine bottle on the table with a shocked look, "Don't play anymore."
"Hey, are you a man?" Shang Sirui was drunk and spoke a bit big tongue, but still reluctantly grabbed Zhou Ziheng, "Hey, I can't drink this time, I have to think about a question... um... When was your first love?"
Zhou Ziheng gave up on himself, "I have no first love, mother and child are single."
"What? I don't believe it." Shang Sirui put his palm to his mouth, his cheeks flushed and whispered, "I have been with girlfriends."
"Si Rui, you get drunk too easily." Xia Xiqing took a wine glass, turned his wrist gently, shook the wine in the glass, and added questions for Shang Sirui, with a soft tone, as if he was flirting, "Then you always Have someone you like," he said, looking at Zhou Ziheng's profile with his beautiful peachy eyes.
"When was the first time you fell in love with someone?"
Shang Sirui immediately became excited, "Yes! For the first time... When was the first time I liked someone? Who was it? If you don't say anything, just drink two glasses!"
Zhou Ziheng stared at the wine glass on the table and thought of the chat with Zhao Ke just now in the car.
If Xia Xiqing was not present, he might be able to tell this incident like a joke, anyway, Shang Sirui was also drunk, and he might not remember it. But Xia Xiqing was sitting next to him, and he suddenly couldn't say anything.
But he quickly refuted his guilty conscience.
What can’t be said, isn’t it just unrequited love? As if afraid of him...
"Say it quickly."
"Six years old."
Shang Sirui screamed, "Fuck! Zhou Ziheng is awesome! It's too early for you to get resuscitation!"
Zhou Ziheng scratched his hair irritably, "It can't be regarded as love at all. It was the first time I went to acting. I was so nervous that I tremble when I saw the camera. I was shooting in the park again. There were a lot of people. I sneaked up and met a girl. She took care of me and gave me a stack..." He paused suddenly, "Encourage me to come. If it weren't for meeting her, I might not have acted." ."
Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, but it was more like a nonchalant smile, "Girl? How old is it?"
"Oh, what a fairy plot is this, childhood sweetheart!" Shang Sirui giggled.
Zhou Ziheng kicked him, "A lot taller than me, probably my sister."
"Sister?" Shang Sirui smiled even more exaggeratedly, "hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, your preference is more and more older women!"
"What direction?" Zhou Ziheng grabbed the bottle impatiently, wanting to ask this question as soon as possible, "Okay, it's my turn."
Xia Xiqing didn't laugh at him about it, but just sat and ate slowly. This made Zhou Ziheng a little surprised, but he was too lazy to think about it. It is estimated that this kind of story of a child would not be eye-catching to a veteran like him, even a joke.
With the force of the wrist, the bottle turned suddenly.
After dozens of seconds, the mouth of the bottle finally stopped slowly in front of Xia Xiqing.
"Xi Qing! Xi Qing! Xi Qing..." Shang Sirui was completely drunk.
Xia Xiqing resigned himself to his fate, and touched the opposite Shang Sirui with his toes, "What question do you want to ask?"
The dizzy Shang Sirui smirked, repeating Xia Xiqing's words in a learning manner, "What question do you want to ask~"
Zhou Ziheng knocked on his forehead with the tail of the chopsticks, knocking Shang Sirui clutching his head and yelling.
For a while, no one asked Xia Xiqing, who lost the game, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down. In fact, many questions flashed in Zhou Ziheng's mind for a moment. He had always been ignorant of Xia Xiqing. As Shang Sirui said, he was obviously a man with a story.
But he couldn't ask.
"Don't ask me, then I'll fine myself." Xia Xiqing Tejia lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes quivered slightly under the warm yellow light of the hotel. He picked up the wine glass filled with vodka and looked up just about to pour it in. I heard Zhou Ziheng's question after a long delay.
"... Why are you afraid of the dark?"