Chapter 16 Dreams

Song Yan was already irritated by these complicated and trivial skirt sleeves. Hearing the movement, he looked up and saw someone pulling up the curtain.

Xia Zhiye followed his kindness and said, "I'll just take a look."

Song Yan: "Look at the fart."

Pretty irritable.

Then Xia Zhiye was kicked out.

The pain is very real. It seems that he has not accidentally inhaled any hallucinogens, and Song Yan has not been possessed by any fairy.

After all, fairies are generally not so bad-tempered.

And this kind of real pain made Xia Zhiye feel that he was straight back in a trance.

It should be straight back.

It was just the dopamine secretion caused by the surge of adrenaline after seeing the strange scene normally.

Xia Zhiye stood at the door of the fitting room, fanning the wind with his collar, doing a rational scientific analysis.

Is the owner of this store too stingy?

In such a large store, in this autumn and tiger day, the air conditioner is not turned on in the fitting room, which makes people stuffy and hot, and their mouths are dry.

The curtain is drawn behind him.

Xia Zhiye turned back and saw that Song Yan had changed back to the black T jeans from before, and he was slightly disappointed without noticing it.

Song Yan felt inexplicable: "What kind of expression do you have?"

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye fanned his collar twice again, "Why did you change your clothes back?"

"It's too troublesome to wear."

"But you look good in women's clothes."

"..."

"Hush - lightly, it hurts."

When Kong Xiaoxiao heard the news, she didn't want to worry about why their dignified school tyrant was beaten again, she just asked Song Yan, "Is the clothes suitable?"

Song Yan let go of Xia Zhiye: "It's too complicated."

"That's it... Then I'm going to choose a simpler option, otherwise it will be too late to change clothes between the scenes." Kong Xiaoxiao didn't bother about this matter, "Anyway, we hate brother's appearance, casually show off, clothes. It's just outside things, it doesn't matter at all."

The ultimate example of beating a horse.

But Song Yan was not at all happy with this compliment, and slapped the paw that Xia Zhiye was trying to hook up with his backhand.

Xia Zhiye clicked his tongue, it would be nice if someone's temper was as soft as his ears.

After choosing the clothes, paying the deposit, and making an appointment for the two-day schedule of 9.29 and 9.30, there is nothing else to do for the time being.

At three or four in the afternoon, it was sultry to death.

Kong Xiaoxiao sighed: "It's already autumn, when will it cool down?"

Zhao Ruiwen pushed his glasses: "I figured it out, it will start raining next week, and then it will continue to cool down."

"By that time, Dad, I'll be too hot." Kong Xiaoxiao had been hanging out with a group of these big men, and he would come when he opened his mouth, waiting for the bus to wait, and looked around, "Hey, there's a dessert shop there. , let's go drink some ice."

As long as Xiaopang eats, he agrees, and Zhao Ruiwen agrees as long as Kong Xiaoxiao says.

Xia Zhiye glanced at a classmate who was wearing a mask and said nothing next to him, and found that the skin outside his neckline was already reddened by the sun.

But even if the bus arrives at this point, you will have to continue to be exposed to the sun when you sit on it. It is better to go and rest first.

So he hooked Song Yan's neck and said, "Go, please have dessert."

Xia Zhiye said that the invitation was a real invitation, and the checkout attitude was very skilled, and the others were laughing and laughing and didn't take it seriously.

Song Yan originally wanted to pay the bill, but she felt that the act of rushing to pay the bill was especially stupid as a middle-aged person, so she didn't say anything.

I was just wondering what the heck is this person being so blind and generous all day long? Do you think it's delicious to call your sister a few more times?

Xia Zhiye didn't know what the eldest young master was thinking, so he put the ice lemonade in front of him: "Are you sure you want this?"

Five yuan for a glass, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like this young master's taste.

Song Yan showed no expression: "I don't like sweet ones."

alright.

Xia Zhiye made another note on the memo.

Several people found a large table in the corner of the dessert shop and sat down.

Zhao Ruiwen took out a stack of printed A4 paper: "The script has been changed. Why don't you check the newly added lines now to see if there are any changes to be made. In this way, when Liu Yue comes back next week, he can directly rehearse formally. Now, next week, we will complete the rehearsal and prepare for the parade."

There were no other customers in the store but them, and the two clerks were also drowsy.

Although Song Yan was not very interested in this matter. But it belongs to the temperament who is unwilling to do anything: "Okay."

The whole drama is basically a comedy, the dialogue is easy and funny, and there are many stalks, which are basically correct.

What's left is the few serious scenes in the comedy.

Zhao Ruiwen turned a page: "Come here, here comes my favorite phrase."

Xia Zhiye glanced at it: "You used so many lines in other people's Huangmei Opera, and people won't sue you for infringement?"

"What you said, the next door is still copying the thunderstorm script. This is called public copyright. Do you understand. And I also marked the source very professionally, which shows that our class is very artistic." Zhao Ruiwen is righteous.

Xia Zhiye: "Okay."

After taking a sip of water to moisten his throat, he read slowly, "Yingtai is not a daughter, so why are there ring marks on her ears?"

"There is a reason for the earring marks, why should Brother Liang be suspicious, there are many temple fairs in the village, and I will play Guanyin every year..."

"Brother Yan, that's not right." Zhao Ruiwen interrupted Song Yan's AI-style reading, "You should be nervous, apprehensive at this time, a little shy, but also strong and calm, to cover up the girl's feelings..."

Song Yan looked at him calmly.

He shrank back and stretched out his hand: "You continue."

Xia Zhiye laughed softly: "Do it again?"

Song Yan also felt that what he did just now was meaningless to the lines, so he pulled at the neckline and fanned twice: "Well."

He is thinner than most boys of his age, and the neckline of the T-shirt is a bit big. From Xia Zhiye's point of view, he can see the thin and cold shoulders and collarbone at a glance. The picture seen in the dressing room.

After Song Yan finished reading the lines, he didn't wait for him to respond, and only came back to his senses when he tapped the table twice.

Then he happened to see the small ear hole on Song Yan's right ear at a glance, and followed the sentence: "I won't dare to watch Guanyin from now on."

Song Yan didn't notice the difference: "Why don't you dare to watch Guanyin?"

Xia Zhiye stopped speaking again.

Song Yan impatiently knocked on the table twice: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye regained his senses and leaned back on the back of his chair, so that he could take a better look at Song Yan's whole person, "I was just wondering if you would really be a woman disguised as a man."

"?"

"Otherwise, why don't you ever change your clothes in front of me?"

"..."

Then came the familiar part of Song Yan beating people and Xia Zhiye coaxing people.

But beating is not a real beating, the fist goes out hard and falls softly, like a kitten tickling.

The coaxing is really coaxing, the person who coaxes is frowning, all of them are good-natured and think the other party's cute smile.

Kong Xiaoxiao turned to look at Zhao Ruiwen expressionlessly: "Is this scene familiar?"

Zhao Ruiwen nodded knowingly: "I'm like this every time I make fun of our cats."

Sure enough.

Kong Xiaoxiao lowered her head numbly and sent a message to Xia Zhiye: [Master Xia, it doesn't matter if it's not a woman disguised as a man, gender doesn't matter]

When Xia Zhiye saw the news, he had already taken a shower and went to bed at night.

With his fingertips, he tapped twice next to the words "gender is not a problem", and then understood what Kong Xiaoxiao was talking about.

Not to mention it's okay, as soon as say it, it seems to be back to the moment when lifted the curtain of the fitting room in the afternoon.

It was as if he had been caught in a gu. He could describe every detail and shape of the picture with the same score, and he was probably wearing some kind of memory filter. When he recalled that scene, he felt a strange feeling in the afternoon. It reignited again.

But you shouldn't be bent.

After all, it has been sixteen or seventeen years, and there has never been a time when a strange consciousness has awakened.

Moreover, Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu are both human-like and good-looking. They have been hanging out with them since junior high school, fighting together, sleeping together, taking showers together, and taking physiology and hygiene classes together.

Get along day and night, and have done everything. If I really have that tendency, why would I feel nothing at all? I just think how can these two stupid sons be so stupid.

So you should still be upright.

Xia Zhiye has this confidence, but the feeling in the afternoon is a bit beyond his knowledge blind spot.

Lying on the bed, one hand resting on the back of his head, and the other hand tapped the message Kong Xiaoxiao sent, thinking about the life that he was about to reach a fork in the road.

Thinking, thinking, thinking about something.

He swiped his finger down and began to rummage through the chat records of the past few days.

It didn't take two swipes to see the legendary reference to "changes and possibilities in the future of human reproduction in biology".

After hesitating for three seconds, he clicked in.

Ten minutes later, he backed out.

As expected, he still couldn't understand why the legendary king, who was so fresh and abstinent and taciturn, who hated men's sex to the extreme, would turn into a sly and yellow descendant who could play anything the moment he saw his wife take off his clothes.

I can't understand why the school grass and the school bully had a fight because of something that seemed to smell similar to perfume, the school grass was bitten by the school bully on the neck again, and then the school grass, as a male creature, became medically miraculously pregnant.

The world was not his realm.

So he should still be very straight, Song Yan is just his good brother.

Xia Zhiye got the answer, tossed the phone, turned off the lights, and went to sleep with confidence.

Probably thinking about it every day and dreaming at night.

When Xia Zhiye was half asleep, he seemed to hear someone calling him Prince.

Turning back, the wind brought up the white gauze curtain, and the moonlight leaked down. There was someone dressed in red, standing in front of the window, the skirt was half loose, slowly fading from the shoulders.

A slender neck, thin shoulder blades, a piercing butterfly bone, a slender waist, a skin as white as frost, and a red robe that burns as hot as fire.

Xia Zhiye remembered that this was the scene of the bridal chamber in the first chapter of "The Overbearing Prince's Wife". He rationally told him that the next episode was not suitable for him as a minor for the time being. Law looked away.

So could only watch the man slowly turn sideways, his face shrouded in the hazy moonlight, and he couldn't see it clearly, only the small ear hole on the earlobe was eye-catching and dazzling like a cinnabar mole.

When Xia Zhiye woke up again, the hot sweat had completely soaked through his pajamas, and he felt uncomfortable.

He spread his legs apart, sat up with his knees bent, resting his elbows on his knees, lowered his head and scratched his head irritably.

Hold.

How could he be so sorry brother in his dream.