"Yes, I'm not worthy." Zhou Ziheng dropped his head and took a half step back.
"I, an actor, can't perform well in front of you. I want you to do it for me... But I can't even do an intimate act. My rank is indeed not worthy to play with you."
Without any emotional experience, it's a blank sheet of paper. When you encounter opponents like Xia Xiqing, you can only be arbitrarily manipulated by him. But honestly, even if he was manipulated, he didn't complain, he was happy.
Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists in both hands, then let go, "Actually, I never thought about playing with you, I just want to know..."
I really want to know where I am in your heart. I want to know if you might like me a little bit.
I want to know... Have you found out that I like you a long time ago, and kept thinking about when to get rid of me.
"... I'm sorry." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face. "I'm sorry, I did something wrong today. I shouldn't refuse Song Nian. To be honest, it would be torture me to do so." He took a deep breath. , The angry expression on his face disappeared without a trace, he smiled, "You are free, you can do whatever you want."
It's just that my damn possessiveness is torturing me, not your fault.
His heart was once a lush forest.
After I fell in love with Xia Xiqing, this forest was on fire, with raging flames and thick smoke billowing. The most powerful fire brigade was helpless in the face of such a fire, and could only watch the flame spread until it burned to a dead ashes.
He thought he could stop in time, but found that there was no turning back.
Seeing the smile on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing's heart suddenly hurt. He actually didn't want to see Zhou Ziheng like this. He didn't even understand why he said such harsh words to arouse him. He seemed to be a different person.
If it was replaced by a random little lover and deliberately showed off in front of him, Xia Xiqing would at least wave his hand and walk away and end the relationship without saying a word. He also knew that Zhou Ziheng had not done anything substantive at all, and had not even touched it. Song Nian.
He was just testing.
When he found that Zhou Ziheng was testing himself, he was more afraid than angry.
The fear of being seen clearly triggered the self-protection mechanism and forced him to overreact.
Xia Xiqing tried to speak, but it was extremely difficult, "I..."
After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ziheng didn't wait for Xia Xiqing's words, so his heart was thrown up high and down with his every move.
"You don't want to forgive me now, it's okay." Zhou Ziheng didn't even dare to touch Xia Xiqing. At first it was for acting. Now it is because of guilt and fear that Xia Xiqing will resist more fiercely. "Sorry, don't be angry. It feels like you are a bit..."
uncomfortable.
These three words have not been spoken yet, Xia Xiqing, who is leaning on the dryer with her back, almost didn't stop. She held the washstand with her hand, and Zhou Ziheng lifted it up with a heart, without caring about anything, and directly hugged Xia Xiqing in her arms. , Xia Xiqing used all his strength to push him, but couldn't push him away.
Only then did Zhou Ziheng feel the abnormal heat coming from him. He released his arms and reached out to explore Xia Xiqing’s forehead. He was evaded by him. There was no way that Zhou Ziheng could only hold on to the back of his neck and press his forehead against his. .
"I was seen by others in a while..."
"I saw it." Zhou Ziheng was so anxious that he almost became angry at him, and soon suppressed his emotions and softened his voice. "The last gossip headline, as long as you don't care."
I don't care anyway.
Xia Xiqing did not speak or struggle. Zhou Ziheng sniffed and took his forehead away, "You have a fever, let's go back to the hotel."
"I'm a man. It's not a serious illness to have a cold or a fever. They are still in the private room. I just need to call Xiaoxiao."
Zhou Ziheng just pretended not to hear these words, and went on to say to himself, "Can you still walk? Forget it, don't go. I'll carry you on my back." Then he half squatted in front of Xia Xiqing," Come up, let's go back."
He also thought that people who are sick are very fragile, and he shouldn't use such a tough attitude. So he turned his head back and looked up at Xia Xiqing, "Come on."
Xia Xiqing's nose was sour. Why did this man endure his own meanness and absurdity again and again? The more so, the more he felt hateful and sad. He deliberately made Zhou Ziheng jealous more than once, causing Zhou Ziheng to lose his due calmness and self-restraint. Zhou Ziheng just wanted to know what he was thinking, so he was tortured like this.
He bent down, hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, compromised with him, and compromised with himself. Zhou Ziheng's arms wrapped around his thighs firmly and carried him on his back.
Xia Xiqing buried his head on Zhou Ziheng's side neck.
Sure enough, that song was sung to myself.
Don't let him be spoiled, don't rely on him.
It's easier said than done. Xia Xiqing has never received so much love from anyone, so much that he has been thinking before he even started, if one day, if Zhou Ziheng doesn't want him, what should he do.
If it was before, he could still live as if nothing had happened before, because he had never been loved.
But now, he was clearly loved, how can he pretend that he never got it.
How can I lose it calmly
"Sorry, I didn't take good care of you when you were sick." Zhou Ziheng walked into the elevator with him on his back, "I really..."
"In our relationship, you didn't need to take care of me."
I'm afraid the words "unqualified" are more appropriate. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said with a smile, "Who said that it is unnecessary, even if it is a friend, it should be taken care of when sick. No matter how bad it is, we are now colleagues..."
Xia Xiqing's body was stabbed in pain. It was obvious that he forced him to say these words, but he didn't know why, but he was so uncomfortable.
He carried him all the way downstairs. They were driving an ordinary car this time. Zhou Ziheng took the key by himself, put Xia Xiqing in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and brought a thermos cup from the back seat. Unscrew the lid and handed it to him, "Drink some hot water." Zhou Ziheng sat in the driver's seat, and reached out to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, "You are in a cold sweat." He took a small blanket from the back seat and covered Xia Xiqing again. On his body, close the window for him.
This blanket was familiar, Xia Xiqing took a sip of hot water, and the memory was brought back in the mist.
It turned out that when he slept in the dressing room in the afternoon, it was Zhou Ziheng's blanket.
The hotel is not far from the KTV, a ten-minute drive. On the way, Zhou Ziheng called Director Kun and told them to send Xia Xiqing back to rest. The phone hung up, it happened to be a red light, the car slowly stopped, waiting at the intersection.
"sorry."
Xia Xiqing suddenly apologized, Zhou Ziheng froze, and suddenly turned his head to look at him.
"I..." Xia Xiqing gripped the wall of the cup tightly with his hand, pursing his lips, "I know how hurtful what I did."
Zhou Ziheng never thought that Xia Xiqing would feel guilty to him, "No, it's all okay. Since I said I can bear it, then I must be able to do it, otherwise I won't say it." The traffic light exchanged and he stepped on the accelerator. , "And I picked it up first. After all, I made it myself."
Xia Xiqing lowered his eyebrows. If they tore their faces today, he might feel better in his heart. But Zhou Ziheng's compromise made him sad.
He was so dizzy and drowsy all the way, his perception became blurred. It wasn't until Zhou Ziheng put him on the bed that he was a little awake. He watched Zhou Ziheng cover him with the quilt, and every corner of the quilt was tightly tucked away from the wind.
"You drank alcohol, and now you can't just take medicine." He took out the thermometer from his medicine cabinet and slammed it twice into the quilt. "It might be a little bit ice." Watching Xia Xiqing wrinkled by the thermometer. After frowning, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly softened into a pool of water, just wanting to hold him and not let go.
When taking his temperature, he went to a basin of cold water, soaked and wrung out his towel, and folded it on Xia Xiqing's forehead.
"It should be all right." Xia Xiqing took out the thermometer, and Zhou Ziheng took it and took a look. A lot of hanging hearts fell. "It's okay, 37.7 degrees, low-grade fever, low-grade fever." He muttered to himself. Put the thermometer on the table, "Otherwise, it won't work if you don't take medicine."
Xia Xiqing looked at him busy like a headless fly, and felt even more uncomfortable.
"I was often sick when I was a child." After the opening remarks, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing at herself. Can a cold and fever really be an excuse for fragility.
But Zhou Ziheng held his hand in this way, knelt on the side of the bed and looked at him softly, seeing that he couldn't bear to say so.
"Once I was so burned that people couldn't speak, but I still had to be taken to an art banquet, because my mother promised others to take me to attend." Every time Xia Xiqing talked about the past, his eyes were unconscious. Hanging down, as if closing a door, afraid of being seen hidden inside, “I’m actually very uncomfortable. When I have a fever, my bones will hurt all over? I cry. My mother will still Coax me and tell me to take me to the doctor as soon as it is over. I still cry all the time. She feels that I don't give her face and feel ashamed of me."
His eyelashes quivered slightly, trembling on Zhou Ziheng's heart. Zhou Ziheng gently kissed the back of Xia Xiqing's hand, and then gently rubbed it with his thumb, "How old were you then?"
Xia Xiqing sniffed, "I don't remember, maybe I went to kindergarten? Elementary school? It's pretty young anyway." He raised his face to the ceiling and chuckled, "Since then, I will never tell anyone when I'm sick. Don't cause trouble to others. As long as you can't die, it doesn't matter."
The way he said this was exactly the same as Jiang Tong in the script.
Zhou Ziheng sat on the side of the bed, Xia Xiqing immediately turned his face to the other side, he didn't mind, just held his hand tighter.
"If you are sick, you should be taken care of." He took off the towel on Xia Xiqing's forehead, soaked it in cold water, wrung out, and gently placed it on his forehead. "It's not you, it's your parents."
Xia Xiqing didn't speak, he felt that he was too self-willed. The sharpest thorn plunged into a lump of soft flesh, and did not shrink back, but he endured the pain and wrapped his thorn with softness.
In the end, the thorn and the soft flesh grow together and cannot be pulled out or cut off.
The eyelids were too heavy to lift up, and he only felt that one of his hands was holding his hands tightly, and they had not been loosened until he sank into a warm dream pool.
In the middle of the night, Xia Xiqing woke up from the heat. When she opened her eyes, she found Zhou Ziheng hugging him tightly through the quilt, probably kicking him under the quilt and then catching a cold, holding him tightly.
Xia Xiqing moved a little bit. Zhou Ziheng didn't even open his eyes. He already groped his hand to reach Xia Xiqing's forehead, and then leaned with his forehead, still muttering in a daze, "Retired, retired... "
His hand patted Xia Xiqing's back lightly, like an inertial movement.
"good… "
Soon, the movement on his hands gradually slowed down, and finally he was calm.
When he finally sank into his dream, Xia Xiqing dared to look at his face presumptuously, and tears shed without warning. He hugged Zhou Ziheng tightly and wept silently in his arms.
Why let yourself feel the taste of being loved.
This prescription prescribed by Zhou Ziheng is no different from poison.
Zhou Ziheng was woken up by the alarm clock at five o'clock in the morning. His intermittent sleep time totaled only two or three hours, but there were still scenes to be filmed in the morning, so there was no way.
After the fever subsided, Xia Xiqing was still asleep. Zhou Ziheng sat on the side of the bed and stared at him for a long time. Finally, he quietly pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose before he was willing to leave.
When Xia Xiqing woke up, he felt a lot more relaxed. He felt a little trance after recovering from the serious illness. He watched and smiled and worked in the room, helping him to open the lid of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, "This is still a bit hot, let it cool down and eat it later." Otherwise, you will burn your throat." Xiaoxiao complained to him, "I was afraid that you would be sick, but I would still be sick. Since Heng said that you were in bed with you, I would take you to the doctor and get your medicine."
"… he's gone?"
"Five o'clock in the morning." Xiaoxiao opened the suitcase in Cong Xia Xiqing's room, "What are you wearing? I'll take it out for you."
"It's okay." Xia Xiqing sat up from the bed, completely empty. He knew that Zhou Ziheng was going to film, but he still felt sad that he couldn't see him when he woke up.
When did I become like this
Suffering from gains and losses.
For the next week, the two people maintained the same relationship as before. Song Nian would still come to Zhou Ziheng enthusiastically, but he refused.
The day she was killed happened to be Zhou Ziheng's crying scene, and it was also his only crying scene in the entire script.
That was the scene in which Gao Kun confessed to Lingling that he was sick.
In this section, the director used a hand-held close-up shot to capture the expression on Gao Kun's face.
"You...what's wrong with you? What do you mean?" Lingling's expression was a little impatient, "What do you mean by slumbering?"
Gao Kun's eyes dodged, licked his dry lower lip, and said in a dumb voice, "I..." He also seemed to be disgusted with being such a cowardly. He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth simply, saying everything crisply, as if waiting. The end of the heroic sacrifice.
"AIDS. I have AIDS."
The other camera was facing Lingling, her brows frowned, she couldn't believe it, and then she laughed, "No, what are you kidding? How could you..."
"When the blood was drawn, the needle... The needle was contaminated again." Gao Kun lowered his head, "If I lie to you, the sky will thunder."
Lingling didn't speak. She lowered her head and touched a cigarette out. She pressed the lighter with shaking hands for a long time. No matter how she could not ignite the fire, Gao Kun tried to take a step closer, but she overreacted and backed away.
"Don't come." She threw the lighter on the ground, and the smoke fell from her fingers. "When did you check it out? This week? Or last week?" She clasped her arms with both hands, "You won't pass it. Give it to me. We haven't been in bed, just kissed. It should not be contagious, certainly not..."
She was talking to herself, as if there was no one in front of her, but she looked at Gao Kun again with complicated eyes.
"You... later..."
Suddenly she couldn't say the following words, so she didn't say anything at all, and stepped on her high heels and turned around. The sound of high heels stepping on the concrete floor was crisp and cruel.
In fact, Gao Kun had expected this ending from the beginning, but he still didn't want to lie to her.
In the lens, Gao Kun lowered his head and stepped on the lighter with his feet on the ground. The cheap plastic shell was rubbing against the rough concrete floor, making a harsh sound.
His brows were about to be frowned, and he was stubbornly propped up again, with his hands in his pockets, grinning stubbornly.
The previous close-up shot back a little bit, his whole body gradually appeared in the picture, Gao Kun lifted his foot, let go of the little lighter, he squatted down and picked it up, and picked it up again, which she left here before. Handed the cigarette to her mouth, and then pressed it as she did before. After pressing it several times, there was finally a fire.
The faint light flashing in the wind swallowed the cigarette little by little, and a wisp of smoke finally got a chance to escape to the horizon.
Gao Kun took a big mouthful, his face flushed with choking and coughed, the more he coughed, he could only cover his mouth. The smoke in front of the camera gradually dissipated, and tears suddenly poured out. Large drops fell on the ground. The light gray ground was soaked with liquid and turned into a dark color, like stains that can't be removed on old clothes.
His shoulders kept shaking, tears streaming down his face. After raising his hand to wipe it off, he took another breath, exhaling smoke like a sigh, then lowered his head, letting the tears fall.
"... Don't you learn how to smoke?" His voice was hoarse, and he smiled with his head down, his laughter was sad and hopeless.
"It's pretty simple."
He put the cigarette between his fingers and sat down on the ground with his head buried in his bent knees, shaking all over.
The soot fell like tears.
The people on the set watched silently, and no one spoke.
"Passed." The director yelled to stop, but Zhou Ziheng was not like before. No matter how emotional the scene, he could pull away at once, but it was over. He was still sitting there, his shoulders still shaking.
Kuncheng found that something was wrong, and Xia Xiqing was by his side. He was the first to ask him, "What's wrong with Ziheng?"
Xia Xiqing shook his head and lied, "I don't know."
"Is he broken in love? Isn't he not in love." Kuncheng said in a heavy tone, "I thought he would have to grind this scene for a long time. I have watched the films before Ziheng. He is a talented person, but obviously he is There is no love experience." He smiled, "When he encountered an emotional scene before, he got out of it, out of that situation. If it is the ordinary kind of sentimental feelings, you can also use his acting skills. Make up, but he really has to dig out his emotions to act in a big drama, he can't act, he doesn't have the heart-piercing emotions to dig out."
Kuncheng looked at the screen, "So I said before that actors still have to fall in love, otherwise it would be too difficult for them to act something that doesn't exist."
"He suddenly opened up, I really didn't expect it."
Xia Xiqing didn't listen to what he said, and couldn't listen anymore, "I'll go and see him." As he said that he walked towards Zhou Ziheng who was still sitting on the ground, Song Nian, who was playing the rivalry, was one step earlier than him.
"Ziheng, are you okay?" Song Nian said worriedly. Xia Xiqing's pace slowed down a bit.
Zhou Ziheng still buried his head, raised his hand and swayed, like a refusal, Song Nianzheng hesitated to pull him up, a slender hand stretched out, took out the cigarette still held in his fingertips, and grabbed it. Zhou Ziheng's hand.
Almost for an instant, Zhou Ziheng's head lifted.
He knew who was holding him better than anyone, and he couldn't believe it better than anyone.
Xia Xiqing squatted halfway in front of Zhou Ziheng, crushed his cigarette butt on the ground, stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Ziheng on the back, "How come you are like a child, crying endlessly." After that, he touched the back of Zhou Ziheng's head again. , "So sad."
Zhou Ziheng rarely got these comforts from him, and tears came out again uncontrollably, which was really shameful.
Xia Xiqing almost forgot that Zhou Ziheng was originally a child, without any experience, and some only had a passion and sincere heart, but no matter how eager Chicheng is, there are times when he shrinks from the cold.
He turned around and smiled gently at Song Nian, "He might feel a bit of a loss when you are here. It's okay, he will be fine in a while."
Song Nian knew the obvious chasing away, and she also smiled, "Then I'll go there first. I will finish today and have dinner together tonight."
When Song Nian was gone, Xia Xiqing reached out and hugged Zhou Ziheng, touched his head and laughed mercilessly, "Children cry like this."
Originally, Zhou Ziheng felt very embarrassed, but Xia Xiqing had to sprinkle salt on his wounds. In order to preserve his self-esteem, he had to reply, "You have cried like that."
Xia Xiqing was taken aback. He thought he was caught crying in Zhou Ziheng's arms the day he had a fever. He pushed Zhou Ziheng away suddenly, "Are you awake that day?"
"What are you awake..." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm not drunk, you are the drunk, you are so drunk that you hold me crying and cry all the time."
drunk? Xia Xiqing frowned. Didn't they say the same day, "When?"
"The day Si Rui drank vodka with us, after the show was recorded." Zhou Ziheng also noticed something wrong, "Otherwise, which day do you think?"
Xia Xiqing avoided the topic, pulled Zhou Ziheng up violently, took out a wet tissue and threw it in his arms, "wipe it myself."
"My crying makes me have a headache." Zhou Ziheng raised his head and pressed his temple. Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that he was wearing a plain silver ring on his left ring finger, which he had not had before.
He wanted to ask, but hesitated again.
"The director is waiting, you go over."
Song Nian is a character that will come. The crew likes her. When it was finished, the deputy director bought a big cake for her to celebrate.
Before dinner, Xia Xiqing went back to the RV to change clothes. There was no one in the car. He closed the door and did not turn on the lights. Suddenly he heard something outside the car, like Xiao Luo and smiled.
"This Song Nian is really speechless, this is a hot search bought by their team, and these marketing accounts. Why is she so shameless, who has a scandal with him? How can we follow her from the family background..."
"Shhh! Keep it quiet, don't let Ziheng hear it, who else is there. Sister Jiang Yin will definitely take care of this. It's all trivial things."
Xia Xiqing put the T-shirt on his head indiscriminately, took out his mobile phone, and directly pushed a message on Weibo.
[Zhou Ziheng and Song Nian are in love with drama! ? Various couple items released? ]
This kind of headline party... He clicked in and took a look. It was nothing more than some clothes and shoes of the same style, as well as screenshots of the video of the last time we went to dinner, most of which were taken out of context. No matter how bad Xia Xiqing was, it was clear that Zhou Ziheng had nothing to do with Song Nian.
Slide his finger to the last picture, Xia Xiqing's hand stopped.
That was the plain silver ring he discovered this morning. Correspondingly, Song Nian once posted a similar platinum ring on his Weibo, but the date is last month.
Xia Xiqing turned off his mobile phone and opened the car door suddenly, shocking Xiao Luohe who was still standing at the door with a big smile.
"Xi, Xiqing? You are in the car."
"What's the matter? Why are you here?" Xia Xiqing took off the headphones, pretending that he didn't know anything, "Go and eat, you guys." After saying that, he walked towards the large unit, and met a small group of props on the way. Girl, she smiled sweetly at Xia Xiqing, "Xi Qing, go to dinner?"
"Well," Xia Xiqing also smiled politely, and helped her take a big bag with props. The two walked side by side for two steps. He suddenly remembered something, "... By the way, your team is responsible for self-hanging. Who is the props?"
It was still dark, Xia Xiqing ran away from the banquet, wearing a mask, walking around the cramped and cramped community of Hua'anli. Zhou Ziheng made several phone calls. He replied a text message saying that he had something to do. Of classmates.
He has said too many lies, but now he finds that he is less and less able to lie, especially when facing Zhou Ziheng.
The sultry temperature distorted emotions. Passing through an old video store, the sound quality of the loudspeakers was poor, but the songs played were of good taste, at least not the kind of bad street square dance accompaniment.
Xia Xiqing stood at the door for a while, looking at the mottled poster on the wall, the lyrics were vaguely and clearly pouring into his ears.
[Who makes my life extremely depressing
Opened the gate of paradise
I insist on chasing half of the hit
Tough to complacent]
He lowered his head.
Zhou Ziheng personally opened the door to heaven for him.
But he dared not step in, he didn't belong there.
He turned around aimlessly, and there was smoke and fire everywhere, and he was the only one cold. If Zhou Ziheng hadn't met him, he might still be that talented and happy actor, unable to act out the sense of grief lost.
If he can accept it with confidence, he can avoid it subconsciously.
But this is completely cutting off a part of one's body, which is too difficult.
Somehow, he walked into a culvert. It seemed that there was water accumulated in it. There was no one nearby. Xia Xiqing raised his head and looked over. This culvert is different from all the culverts in Huaanli. Its top cover is not a steel bar that does not see the sky. Cement, but a mint green plastic canopy, the sunlight that has not faded from above hits down and refracts into a beautiful green, like a dream.
Xia Xiqing rolled up her trouser legs and walked in, like a child attracted by a beautiful fairy tale, step by step approaching the treasures in the cave.
The brilliant mint light envelops him, and the walls in the culvert are also blue-green, blending with the changed brilliance of the sunlight. Xia Xiqing was surprised that such a beautiful tunnel was hidden in this chaotic and crowded place from the outside world. The beauty of the colors made him temporarily forget the stagnant water on the ground and the original intention of coming here.
Suddenly, he heard the sound and was about to put on a mask. It was discovered that no one else had come by at the corner of the tunnel.
It was Zhou Ziheng who was equally surprised.
"Why are you here?" At a distance of two or three meters, Zhou Ziheng looked at him from a distance. Both people's calves were buried in the stagnant water, and the ripples on the water pulled the two people, becoming the only bond.
Her inferior lie was so uncovered, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but lowered his head and laughed blankly. After a while, he raised his head again, "I don't want to kill the banquet and go around."
"Don't want to see me?"
Xia Xiqing nodded, not lying.
Zhou Ziheng smiled bitterly, and looked up at the top of the translucent culvert. The mint-colored setting sun covered his face, "I found this place last week. It's very beautiful, right? When you come in, your mood will change. Get better."
last week…
"My favorite place when I was young was the aquarium. Walking in the tunnel of the aquarium, I felt like I could swim freely in the sea like those fish." Zhou Ziheng's smile gradually diminished, "It's been a long time. I shouldn't be able to go casually in the future."
He lowered his head to look at Xia Xiqing, "Do you think this is like an aquarium tunnel."
Xia Xiqing didn't speak, he didn't know what he should say.
"It's great. There are only two of us tourists."
"Um… "
Zhou Ziheng had a strange problem. When he was sad, he said something messy and borderless. This problem was discovered by Xia Xiqing a long time ago. He was trying to divert his attention.
"You should have heard of Schrödinger's cat," Zhou Ziheng really started his old problem again, "you must know. But in fact, everyone has a misunderstanding of this theory. People always interpret Schrödinger's cat as a two-category. The choice of A or not A is actually not. It is a superposition state. It is A and not A. It is like the cat locked in a box by him. His state is not life or death, but life Die. Unless he opens the box to confirm, this superposition will not collapse."
Xia Xiqing lowered his head and listened to him quietly, like a very competent listener.
"When I first learned this theory, what was the first reaction, do you know?" He paused and did not wait for Xia Xiqing's response. "I think that cat is very pitiful. If it were me, I would not bear it. Put it in, but if you put it in, I will definitely be reluctant to open the box to confirm whether he survived."
He suddenly smiled bitterly, "Sure enough, when it was my turn, I really didn't dare to open it."
Xia Xiqing frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at him.
"If I don't open this box, I can pretend that he is alive, just like this to maintain the perfect surface." Zhou Ziheng licked his dry lips, "We will always be trapped in this superposition state, you may love me, or you may not, Anyway, no one knows the result."
"If my feelings simply stay on the level of liking, I will be content with this superposition, as long as we are happy when we are together. I like your talent, your cunning, and the amorous feelings at the corners of your eyes and brows. Your shortcomings, your past, and even the ambiguity between you and others are not enough to affect me."
Xia Xi had noticed it early in the morning, but when he heard him, Xia Xiqing's heart still trembled.
"But no, I can't control the madness of this relationship. He himself became love, and then I was gone. I began to be jealous, angry, and afraid. Kicked me away, turned around and walked to the next person, hiding until I lost my footing, and there was no way to continue hiding."
His emotions are getting heavier and heavier, it makes it difficult for him to speak, "You know what, I actually thought more than once, if you were just an inanimate thing, such as a painting, a sculpture, Become my private property so that I am not afraid."
"These dark sides are so terrible, they have turned me into another person alive." Zhou Ziheng smiled hard, "It started torturing me and forcing me to torture you. I don't want to go on like this."
He walked in the stagnant water, and the sound of the water echoed in the empty culvert, and the ripples pushed Xia Xiqing's legs layer by layer, trying to force him to retreat.
He should back up, he should run away.
But Xia Xiqing remained motionless.
His mind turns very slowly.
He doesn't want to go on like this, what does it mean...
Do you want to end? Finally don't want to endure it anymore.
"I want this superposition to collapse now." Zhou Ziheng stood in front of him and held his shoulders.
At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually hoped that he was deaf and had better not hear anything.
It turned out that he didn't dare to lift the lid.
"Xia Xiqing, I love you." The last afterglow of the mint-colored sunset hit his face, and he laughed, "The box is opened."
"It's pretty simple."
This expression and tone were exactly the same as Gao Kun who forced himself to smoke.
As the setting sun sinks, the culvert begins to darken a little bit.
Xia Xiqing still lowered his head. He didn't have the courage to say his answer. In fact, he didn't know the answer in his heart. What flashed in his mind was the past. Those injuries appeared all the time, defeating the self-confidence that he had finally built up.
"I'm not waiting for you to answer." Zhou Ziheng touched the top of his head, his voice terribly soft.
His hand dropped again, but was caught by Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng was a little puzzled, "What's the matter?"
Xia Xiqing touched the ring on his left hand and was avoided by Zhou Ziheng. He raised his head, "I asked about the props. He said this is not a ring for Gao Kun, why should you wear it?"
"No, this is..." Zhou Ziheng's eyes were a little evasive, and Xia Xiqing was even more convinced that there was a problem, "What are you guilty of?"
"I don't." Zhou Ziheng quickly retorted, and then showed a self-defeating expression on his face, "I have no guilty conscience."
He sighed, took off the ring, spread his hand and handed it over with the ring, and handed it to Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing's eyes were attracted by the ring at first, but when he was about to pick it up, he saw the real answer.
The place where his ring finger was covered by the ring was tattooed with a red rose.
The patterns and patterns were randomly drawn on his hand with a signature pen while he was asleep before.
Xia Xiqing raised her head in disbelief and saw Zhou Ziheng's evasive and embarrassed look, "I bought this ring on the side of the road to cover my tattoo. I'm afraid you will be embarrassed if you see it, but I like this little rose and want to keep it. With it."
"I... I know you may not like me now, and you can't completely believe what I said." Zhou Ziheng's expression became incoherent, "I can, no, I mean, can we give it a try, you If you really don’t like it, you can always..."
Before he finished speaking, a pair of feet suddenly stepped on his feet in the stagnant water. Xia Xiqing's voice was dull, as if soaked in some kind of blue-green potion for years.
"It's dark." Xia Xiqing raised his head, eyes bright, as if covered with moonlight, "Hug me."
Zhou Ziheng was overjoyed, his nervous heart was about to explode. He hugged Xia Xiqing tightly and held it firmly, as if afraid of him going back, "You, you mean..."
"Probation period." Xia Xiqing buried his head in Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I may return the product anytime, anywhere, is that okay?"
"Yes!" Zhou Ziheng was as happy as a child, and he almost cried again, "Of course, of course."
Seeing him so happy, Xia Xiqing began to doubt himself again, "I may still be unable to overcome it. I have never really fallen in love with anyone..."
"Me too." Zhou Ziheng kissed the top of his head, "Let's try it together."