Under the magnificent nebula, the two embraced and exchanged a warm and lingering kiss. The sky full of stars covered their shoulders, concealing the deepest desire for each other. Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to find Zhou Ziheng's hand, trying to hold him, but the other party accidentally lost the switch of the universe when he let go.
When holding his shoulders back, Xia Xiqing's beautiful leather shoes accidentally stepped on, and the red nebula explored and condensed in an instant, turning into endless darkness. Zhou Ziheng's reaction was faster. He hugged Xia Xiqing tightly, and kissed him deeply and lingeringly. The sound of moist water was amplified in the dark by a malfunctioning sense organ, like a pair of invisible hands stirring up a violent breath. .
"Self-Heng..."
"Don't be afraid." Zhou Ziheng's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his body pushed Xia Xiqing's body, groping in the dark, the physical fear and desire were covered in layers, and it was hard to tell who Whoever he defeated, Xia Xiqing only felt that he would retreat and retreat, unable to retreat, with his back leaning against a wall, Zhou Ziheng’s kiss was full of aggression, as if his desire was still there, and his soft tongue disturbed his heartbeat. The legs were soft, and the palms of the hands had to press against the wall to stabilize the body that started to flow like quicksand.
"Turn on the light." Finally found a gap in the hot and humid kiss, like a green escape sign in the dark. Zhou Ziheng's white sweater seemed to glow in the dark, with a faint glow.
He is eager to find light in him.
"Please." Zhou Ziheng bit his lower lip, his soft and fragile touch fascinated him.
"… Please."
He had given up all of himself a long time ago, and this arrogance is nothing.
Zhou Ziheng stretched out one hand to turn on the light, and the other hand covered Xia Xiqing's eyes. At the moment when the light reappeared, all Xia Xiqing felt was the red light flowing between Zhou Ziheng's fingers, soft and ambiguous.
He licked his lips, which were dry due to the evaporation of saliva, and opened them slightly. He looked at Zhou Ziheng with his eyes covered with water vapor, like a thirsty fish, his arms wrapped around his neck unconsciously, which was his always favorite way. .
The two people kissed fiercely at the entrance, and there were scorches burned by the fire of desire along the way. They kissed until Xia Xiqing's legs were weak, and when he was hugged, he accidentally tripped over the box on the floor, and was simply dragged by Zhou Ziheng. After a while, I didn't fall down.
"What is this..." Xia Xiqing squinted his mind and saw a note on the box.
I give you a big gift. —Zhao Ke.
"What is this?" Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Zhou Ziheng. His face was still confused, but Zhou Ziheng dodged too obviously, "Nothing, let's go into the room."
"Oh?" Xia Xiqing curled up the corner of his mouth. He said a word a thousand times and again, and it hooked Zhou Ziheng's heart accurately. While he was shaking his mind, Xia Xiqing opened the lid with the tip of his leather shoe, and the contents inside let him click. The son is sober.
"What's all this stuff?" Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of her lips and squatted lazily. The tip of her index finger raised a black satin blindfold inside, and shook it before Zhou Ziheng's eyes, then took out a pair of handcuffs and broke it. Two times, there was a long rope that was pulled out by him.
"I don't know, I thought it was sent by the "Escape from the Sky" prop group."
Zhou Ziheng laughed twice, and saw that there were even more special items in the box. His eyes were really black, and he was almost annoyed by Zhao Ke. He finally made it so romantic, and he was totally biased.
"This is all given to me unilaterally by him, and it does not represent my own will."
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's dying and struggling so rigidly, Xia Xiqing almost laughed, but he still suffocated. He picked up the blindfold, handcuffs and rope in the box, and shook one end of the rope with his fingers, like a hunter preparing to catch his prey. . His eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were frivolous. Zhou Ziheng was trapped in this way, and he changed from a hesitant hunter to a prey that demanded.
Time ignited the flames, threw them into the sky, and exploded clusters of fireworks, and finally fell into the calm ocean, the sparks melted in the ripples.
I don't remember how long it took, Xia Xiqing gradually recovered his sanity and clarity, and the soul that felt that he had been knocked out finally returned to this muddy body. He was soft and his bones were sore. He lay down on Zhou Ziheng's chest like a cub without the ability to take care of himself, letting his arms go around his shoulders, and his fingers fiddled with his sweaty hair roots.
The beating of the heart hit his tympanic membrane across his chest, like an intimate greeting.
"Are you tired?" Zhou Ziheng raised his neck and kissed the top of his head. He heard Xia Xi's mum in his throat. He felt cute and funny, but he couldn't be laughed or said he was cute. This is the wrong way to play the cat upside down. .
Xia Xiqing glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and found that it was almost zero, so he took out his mobile phone to read Weibo.
"You have so much time left on your birthday," Zhou Ziheng grabbed the phone with some dissatisfaction. "Can't you leave it to me?"
"I want to see what the name of your perfume is."
Zhou Ziheng was happy, "Then ask me."
Xia Xiqing snatched the phone back, "No, I just want to watch it myself." He just wanted to wait until 23:59, and the sense of ritual of waiting satisfied him.
Finally, the official Weibo of the perfume brand released the names of these two perfumes on time, which made Xia Xiqing amused, and he was waiting for nothing.
"What are you doing? One is called NC27 and the other is called G23. They make them like lipstick numbers." Xia Xiqing couldn't laugh or cry, although he understood Zhou Ziheng's meaning, how could other people understand.
Who would have thought, even Xia Xiqing didn't expect that these replies would actually be under this Weibo that published the name of the perfume.
[@愿的田野: As a loyal viewer of the program "Escape from the Sky", I felt the urge to decipher the code when I saw the name of the perfume... Too deep into the play...]
[@自习冲鸭: Isn't Zhou Ziheng, a man in science and engineering, really solving a puzzle? ]
[@我爱的Alpha: When I first looked at this design, I thought that the name of the perfume would be related to stars or roses. After all, there are quicksand and roses. Who would have thought that the name was so hardcore hahahaha. ]
[@逃生天 Never over: I don’t think it’s that simple. There are numbers and letters that make people think of passwords easily. Applying the fence password in the first episode of the program is to divide the clear code into two columns through the method of jumping positions. Assuming that these are the two well-divided columns, then the clear code should be restored to NGC2237, but this solution does not seem to make any sense. Ah... It's also possible that my brain is too big and I'm too deep into the drama. Just take a look at it, haha. ]
[@珩珩攻全宇宙 Reply @逃生天 Never over: Meaningful! Sister, you’re so awesome! I just checked. NGC 2237 is the name of a nebula. The shape of this nebula is the same as a rose. I also specially mapped it. It is super beautiful. ]
[@周自珩 is an angel: My god, that picture is so beautiful, and the design of these two bottles of perfume is that one is the universe and the other is the rose. Together, they are NGC2237, the rose in the universe! Oh my God, what kind of romantic man is Ziheng? ]
[@我珩超A: Zhou Ziheng completely overturned my courtship standards, because I couldn't find such a man... Or he came out and made me give up completely. ]
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"It was actually deciphered by them." Xia Xiqing felt too magical.
Zhou Ziheng clasped his shoulders, smiling and curling his eyes, "I have developed this kind of sensitivity after watching so many episodes." He suddenly lowered his head, looking for something in the gap of the sofa, and finally lay down in Xia Xiqing. The location is touched.
"What are you looking for."
Zhou Ziheng put his hand on his back, smiling, Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and went around to grab it, and he obediently took it out. It turned out to be a bottle of perfume, with quicksand flashing in the dark as ink liquid, shining brightly under the light, and in the center of the bottle was a small red rose.
"This is the combination of NC27 and G23, NGC2237." He stuffed the perfume into Xia Xiqing's arms. "This is the real limited edition. The brand made this one for me alone." Zhou Ziheng's tone was a little childish. Proudly, "Others are only half, you are complete and unique."
At this time, it is difficult for Xia Xiqing to maintain his emotional management. Will anyone in this world not be impressed by Zhou Ziheng? The answer must be no.
"Try it and see if you like it or not?"
Xia Xiqing was a little reluctant, but this feeling was like a little girl who hadn't been deeply involved in the world, hesitating. Finally, he took off the lid and sprayed a little on his wrists. The cool mist covered his head and rolled up a storm of roses, but it was not that sweet and greasy taste, cold, empty, and mixed with a trace. The pungency of the pepper, the clean white musk is contaminated by the scent of emotion that has not yet dissipated in the air, and it is a bit ambiguous.
How can I describe this complex aroma? He stretched out the inside of his wrist, rubbed Zhou Ziheng's neck, and then leaned in his arms to sniff.
Probably the passionate rose in the cold world.
"Like it?"
His body was soft and his mind was dizzy. The perfume was like a piece of soft silk covering him from head to toe. He could only nod his head and kiss Zhou Ziheng's neck with his face sideways. He said softly that he liked it, maybe too light, he Repeated again firmly, "I like it."
"It's great." Zhou Ziheng embraced the person in his arms contentedly, and he described how beautiful it is not to appear in the mood. This time, the perfume made him feel the creation other than performance. It turned out that designing and inventing something would give people such a great pleasure. Most importantly, Xia Xiqing likes it.
This is the highest standard of value in Zhou Ziheng's creation.
Gently shaking the beautiful glass bottle in his hand, the tiny shards flowed, and that little rose was like a living heart.
"I still want to see that." Xia Xiqing's pointed chin pressed against Zhou Ziheng's chest and looked up at him, "Let me see."
Zhou Ziheng rubbed a handful of his soft hair, his tone was full of spoiling, "Okay." Then he sat up, first took the gray woolen blanket spread on the other sofa and placed it on Xia Xiqing's body. The controller on the ground turned on the hologram, turned off the lights in the living room, and then climbed onto the sofa and hugged Xia Xiqing. The two of them shrank in the soft and warm velvet blanket, looking at the bright nebula in front of them.
"Do we look like a couple camping on the top of the mountain?" Zhou Ziheng laughed.
Xia Xiqing tilted his head on his shoulders, looking at the slowly flowing stars, his tone was not plain or flat, "You said that is a horror film setting. Generally speaking, they will die in the next shot."
Zhou Ziheng smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch his face, "How come there is such an unromantic artist as you."
Then how could there be such a romantic man of science and engineering like you. Xia Xiqing said in her heart.
But in the end he still didn’t say anything. He only looked at the rose in the universe deeply, and then spoke for a long time. “Actually, I have always been curious about why you chose to study physics. From my perspective, a person has participated in performances since childhood It is very difficult for an art person to devote himself to scientific research. This seems a bit contradictory. No, I mean..."
While talking, Xia Xiqing suddenly overthrew his words. He raised his head and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes. His pupils were filled with starlight, and there was a kind of breathtaking gravitation. "It's not a contradiction, it just makes people Incomprehensible. Even if you are really a genius, it will make people wonder if this person is too greedy."
Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and smiled, "I am greedy, this is my nature."
I think the most beautiful thing in the world, I want to give you.
"But, anyway, this choice is great," Xia Xiqing lay back in his arms, "I have always felt that physicists are special and romantic."
"why?"
Xia Xiqing’s voice was very soft and a little dumb, “Because they care about wind, flowers and snow. And the way they care about it is different from that of poets. It is an essential concern and thinking. From this starting point, most people in the world have already We are excluded because too often we only care about appearances."
He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to catch the illusory starlight, "A person who really cares about the direction of wind and water flow, the law of the change of the sun and the moon, and the origin of the universe, how can you say that he is not romantic? It’s not only romance, but also a vast, great romance."
For some reason, Zhou Ziheng felt a subtle touch when he heard such words from Xia Xiqing's mouth. It's as if under the Milky Way, there are a pair of flashing hands that are knocking on the door of my lonely heart.
His soul is taking a stand, no, talking.
He said, I am the same person as you.
This kind of soul contact left Zhou Ziheng's thinking blank for a moment. He suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to return to Xia Xiqing's previous question, "I want to answer your question just now about why I should study physics. Actually, I am exposed to physics. It was indeed after I acted, probably..."
He recalled, "When I was ten years old, I was very impressed. At that time, I was waiting for a night scene in the crew because the crew was in the mountains. When sitting on a lounger at night, you can see a beautiful starry sky, unlike now. Beijing."
Xia Xiqing was like a child, leaning on his chest and listening quietly, the ethereal scent of roses and white musk surrounding him.
"At that time, I had memorized the lines, so I was reading the book. I remembered that I was reading "Feynman Lectures on Physics". There was a passage in it that completely changed me. It was actually a story. There was once a physics researcher, What he is studying is the reason why stars can glow and heat continuously without interruption."
As he said, Zhou Ziheng pressed the controller in his hand, and the magnificent Rose Nebula in front of Xia Xiqing suddenly enlarged, as if it was flying towards him with countless stardust.
In the end, it stopped, and the center of the stamen shone with a dazzling light.
"This is a star. Why can he keep glowing and heating, where does his energy come from, and where does it go? This is the work of the researcher's team. Later they discovered that the energy comes from stars. There was an uninterrupted nuclear reaction. Then one day, he was walking with his girlfriend. His girlfriend looked up at the stars like many people, and sighed almost subconsciously like many people."
Stretching out his fingertips, touching the virtual and shining star in front of him, Xia Xiqing suddenly answered, "How bright is this star."
Zhou Ziheng was amused by the tacit understanding, "Yes, that's the sentence. Then the researcher said to her,'Yes, at this moment, I am the only person in the world who knows why it shines.'"
After that, Zhou Ziheng turned his face to look at Xia Xiqing, “I was a kid who didn’t understand anything at the time. After reading this story, I felt my blood was boiling. It was really cool. Maybe it was because I had acted a lot. The common problem of acting made me unconsciously substituting that researcher. When I thought that if I were the only person in the world who knew why the stars shine, I got goose bumps."
His voice was sincere with a hint of excitement, "It's that kind of resonance that changed me and made me choose this path. At first, people just thought I looked good when I was a child and led me into this industry. But physics is not. It is entirely my own decision. Even if I can't become the "only" discoverer at the end, and become a follower, it is still a heroic martyrdom."
Xia Xiqing cannot deny that Zhou Ziheng is indeed a convincing idealist. Other idealists talk about dreams in front of him, which always makes people laugh. But Zhou Ziheng is different. His sincerity and excitement will even infect you, pulling you into this vast starry sky together, making you surrender to the majesty and greatness of science.
He is also very convinced that Zhou Ziheng's future journey will not be limited to a script, his center of gravity will shift and he will return to his track.
"I want to know, does the researcher's girlfriend answer in the book?"
Zhou Ziheng smiled, pressing the controller in his hand to narrow the nebula range, and a complete rose was restored in front of him, "She just laughed and said nothing."
As Xia Xiqing expected.
Both artists and scientists are often lonely, so Xia Xiqing never cares about the opinions of others, and no one understands the right.
But in the next second Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand, "But I know you are not."
Xia Xiqing was a little puzzled, "What?"
"If, I mean, if I were that researcher and I said that to you, you would definitely not think I was joking." Zhou Ziheng turned his face and smiled warmly at Xia Xiqing, "You will definitely Ask me seriously."
"Why does it glow."
Unclear why, Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly astringent. He even felt that Zhou Ziheng's remarks moved him more than any warm and sincere confession. This is a great recognition, and he never wants to admit it, and has to admit that he likes this kind of recognition. .
He likes the shining person in front of him, he is better than all the people in the world. And this person is telling himself in a sure and axiomatic way that you are the one who truly understands me in the billions of lives.
You are my soulmate.
The author has something to say: Ten-year-old Heng Heng found his direction in life under the enlightenment of a star.
In the same year, the fifteen-year-old Xi Qing auctioned off his first work in his life, marking the beginning of his artistic life.
Ten years later, Zhou Ziheng returned Xia Xiqing's painting to him, together with love, dreams, and Zhou Ziheng's own life enlightenment.