At first, when the power went out, Xia Zhiye didn't think much about it.

He was fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist, and when he heard the screams around him, he looked up and found that all he could see was pitch black. Except for the scattered lights across the river, there was only the light of everyone's mobile phone.

Song Yan's phone was still on the table.

This black light is blinding, and it is basically difficult to walk without a mobile phone. What if Song Yan accidentally falls.

The little lame man's legs have only recovered for a few days, but he can't be lame any more.

Xia Zhiye thought about it, picked up Song Yan's phone, got up and walked to the bathroom.

This hot pot restaurant is also considered a high-consumption storefront. The exterior of the bathroom is decorated in the appearance of an antique bamboo house, and the incense is lit. The surroundings are quiet, and there seems to be no one.

Xia Zhiye pushed open the outside door and called out lazily, "Song Da..."

Before the word "hi" fell, he saw the familiar, thin figure lying on the sink by the dim light of the mobile phone, panting heavily.

He supported the edge of the marble table with one hand and clenched the neckline with the other. The back of the hand was too hard, and the muscles and bones were fully revealed. Under the light of the mobile phone, the originally cold complexion showed a bleak white, and there was fine sweat on the forehead.

No normal person who is afraid of the dark would react this way.

And they have lived together for so long, apart from insomnia, they have never seen anything unusual about Song Yan at night.

No, Song Yan seemed to have made it clear that he didn't like being alone in his room at night.

So could it be that Song Yan couldn't stay alone in a dark, confined space?

Thinking of this, Xia Zhiye instantly suppressed all the unruly expressions, stepped forward to support Song Yan's shoulder, and called out in a low voice, "Song Yan."

Hearing his voice, Song Yan let go of all his strength in an instant, and spread out his fingers on the edge of the stage a little bit. Xia Zhiye took advantage of the situation and hugged his shoulders, turned him around, and hugged him in his arms.

The always cold and stubborn boy did not push the person away this time, but tightly grasped Xia Zhiye's waist like a man who was about to drown at the last straw.

He also pressed his forehead against Xia Zhiye's broad and flat shoulders, sniffing the familiar scent of citrus on him, as if he was looking for some long-awaited sense of security.

It was a gesture of total trust, even trust to desire.

Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this before. He stretched out his arms and took him into his arms gently and forcefully, trying to use his body temperature and heartbeat to convey some peace and warmth within his power.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright, I'm here."

After just three short phrases, there is a tacit and silent trust and company in the dark.

At that moment, Song Yan was like a traveler who had been trekking alone in the desert for a long time, endured for a long time, and endured for a long time. He finally found a Ganquan oasis that could accept him, and obtained the long-lost peace and indulgence. He did not dare to move and indulge in it.

He thought that even if this was a mirage, he would still be willing to die in such an illusion, rather than continue to struggle alone in the hopeless desert.

He relied on and enjoyed the hug until a squeak of the door shattered the illusion.

Hearing the movement, Xia Zhiye turned his head and saw that Shen Jiayan was staring at the flashlight of his mobile phone in one hand and holding something unknown in the other, standing at the door staring blankly at them.

He hugged Song Yan and raised his eyebrows slightly, probably meaning to say "Do you know what's going on".

But in Shen Jiayan's eyes, it became "Why are you here?" "Don't you know if you should be here?" "Shouldn't you roll away when you see such a picture?"

So the desire to survive made him prepare to pretend that he didn't see anything, turn around and leave.

However, with a "pop", the power was restored, and the room was instantly bright.

Song Yan also lay on Xia Zhiye's body and adjusted his state. Hearing the movement, he released his hand and stood up straight. When he looked up, he saw Shen Jiayan's indescribable expression, and then his eyebrows returned to indifferent: "Is something wrong?"

"..."

Shen Jiayan didn't dare to say anything.

After all, the experience of watching TV series over the years told him that people who break into adultery will not end well.

And the generous confession, who has no vision after breaking the adultery, is even more dead without a place to be buried.

So he held up the sauerkraut dish in his hand tremblingly: "Well, I just wanted to ask you... do you want to eat it?"

"..."

Song Yan and Xia Zhiye looked at the sign at the door of the toilet, then looked at the strangely colored paste in Shen Jiayan's hand, and left the crime scene in silence.

The rest of Shen Jiayan stood there blankly alone, and began to react as if something was wrong.

So what about Song Yan hating Xia Zhiye? ?

Why did he cry under the car? !

Back at the seat, no one mentioned what happened just now.

Song Yan didn't want to say it.

Xia Zhiye didn't say it because he knew Song Yan didn't want to say it.

And Shen Jiayan clearly wanted to say it, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

The atmosphere at the table was so fucked up.

Originally, I didn't order much meat, and Xia Zhiye fished it all out to Song Yan, but Shen Jiayan, as a senior foodie, didn't say anything, just silently observed the behavior of the two, the more he looked, the more wrong.

Is that annoying? Is it because he misunderstood hate, or Song Yan misunderstood hate?

And there is a 1.74 meter tall living person here, panting, can you both raise your head and look at me more?

Shen Jiayan deeply felt that he was being donkeyed.

When Xia Zhiye put a piece of fat beef covered in chili oil into the clear soup again and passed it to Song Yan, Shen Jiayan was sure of this.

There must be something wrong with these two.

He, Shen Jiayan, doesn't deserve to be a flower in the capital unless he asks something!

So after eating the hot pot, the three of them left the business area and were about to part ways. Shen Jiayan held onto the taxi door and stuck his head out: "Classmate Xia, let's go back to the hotel with us."

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Jiayan explained: "It's boring to go back to the dormitory by yourself at such a late hour, and you have to go out to play tomorrow, it will be inconvenient for you to come and pick us up, so why don't you live together at night, the three of you can still fight. Landlord."

Shen Jiayan's words are reasonable and well-founded, but the intention is too obvious. At first glance, there is a trick.

It seemed that Song Yan, the not-so-smart little bamboo horse, seemed to have something to say to himself.

Thinking of Song Yan's abnormality during the power outage, Xia Zhiye didn't reveal it, but just bent down and looked at Song Yan who was sitting on the back side: "So this little classmate minds taking me in at night?"

The arrogant little classmate looked away from the window: "It's none of my business whether love will come or not."

Xia Zhiye let out a low laugh and got into the car.

Shen Jiayan booked an executive suite with a living room, a double room, a single room, and two bathrooms.

Originally thought that he and Song Yan would be in a room by themselves, but now the plan has changed.

Because he didn't dare to ask Song Yan about something, he only dared to ask Xia Zhiye.

So he mustered up his courage and made a suggestion: "I and Xia Zhiye live in a double room."

Song Yan lifted his eyelids lightly and looked at him.

Originally it was just an ordinary questioning look, but it scared Shen Jiayan into a shudder, and explained with a guilty conscience: "Then what, I just think you feel shallow, and then I don't sleep honestly at night, in case I quarrel with you, you will lose sleep again. , how bad."

After speaking, he turned his head and gave Xia Zhiye a wink, as if asking for help.

It seems that this little classmate is really not very smart.

However, he still needed his help, so Xia Zhiye lazily echoed: "It just so happened that this classmate Xiao Shen and I hit it off very well, so I plan to have a long talk tonight."

What is there for two people who can't be beaten by their personalities? Why haven't I seen him talk to me? Besides, are the two big men looking at him like he is blind?

Even if Song Yan was a fool, he could sense that Shen Jiayan had other plans.

But what is he planning?

Xia Zhiye wants money but no money, but wants sex...

Still a little colored.

Song Yan remembered that Shen Jiayan had praised Xia Zhiye for being handsome before, and that Xia Zhiye had a boyfriend, and that Xia Zhiye was a bit gay, and Shen Jiayan didn't seem to like girls since she was a child.

Thinking of this, Song Yan didn't think any more, gave a cold "um", and went back to the single room by himself.

When the door was closed, Shen Jiayan scratched his head: "Why do I feel that Xiaoyan seems a little unhappy?"

Xia Zhiye looked at the direction where Song Yan's back disappeared, thoughtfully: "Maybe."

"Then what?"

"It's alright, I'll just turn around and coax." Xia Zhiye said, looking back at Shen Jiayan, in a loose tone, "So can you talk now?"

He had a dozen high scores higher than Shen Jiayan, and at a glance, he felt oppressive.

Shen Jiayan was a little flustered: "Say...what?"

"Tell me why you have to be alone with me." Xia Zhiye looked at him calmly, with an expression of "I'll just watch your performance quietly", which made Shen Jiayan panic.

He originally wanted to take a detour, but now it seems to have been exposed. It is obvious that his IQ is not enough to play espionage in front of the other party. understand.

So he gritted his teeth, his heart was ruthless, he directly pulled Xia Zhiye into the room, locked the door, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say that Xiao Yan hates you!"

"Hmm." Xia Zhiye's face was blushing and his heart was not beating. "He really hates me. You saw it yourself. He thinks I'm a scumbag."

"..." Shen Jiayan was silent for a while after hearing this, and then said, "Actually, I can't blame Xiaoyan for this, I saw someone saying that you have a lot of girlfriends in your school post, and then I counted them. There are forty or fifty IDs of those who claim to be your girlfriends, so I will tell Xiaoyan..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

It turns out that the source of the rumors lies in this.

He reflected for a moment and said to himself, "I'm sorry, I'm too attractive."

Shen Jiayan: "..."

This man is so shameless.

But just in case, Shen Jiayan still confirmed: "So they are really not your girlfriends?"

Xia Zhiye said slowly: "Trust me, besides me, they may have seven boyfriends, eight sons, nine brothers, and countless husbands and wives on the Internet."

Shen Jiayan: "..."

Hard to refute.

"So what else do you want to say?"

"I am sorry."

"It does not matter."

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

The air fell into an awkward silence after the eerie children's polite teaching demonstration dialogue.

After a long while, Shen Jiayan finally spoke: "Apart from this, you and Xiaoyan have a good relationship, right?"

Just as Xia Zhiye was about to speak, Shen Jiayan interrupted him: "Don't admit it, I can see it all. Just because of Xiaoyan's character, if the relationship is not good, it is impossible to chat with you on WeChat, open black, and buy the same bracelet. , it's even more impossible to hold you when ptsd attacks!"

"ptsd?"

Xia Zhiye grasped the point.

Shen Jiayan nodded: "Well, Xiaoyan can't stay alone in a dark, confined space, or she will suffer from traumatic stress disorder."

Xia Zhiye thought of something and asked, "Is it related to your childhood experience?"

"Oh, it's a long story." Shen Jiayan sighed, "Actually, I shouldn't have said this, because Xiaoyan will definitely be unhappy when he finds out, but now he's alone in Nanwu, I'm really worried, That's why I told you, you have to keep it a secret."

"Um."

Shen Jiayan asked, "Do you know that Xiao Yan's family is actually quite rich?"

Xia Zhiye nodded.

Shen Jiayan continued: "But in fact, their family started from scratch. His father was the No. 1 student in the college entrance examination from Nanwu No. 3 Middle School. Later, he went to Peking University and met his mother in Beijing. The two started a business together, got married, and worked hard after suffering. The family business that appears."

"I don't know exactly what happened in the middle, but before he gave birth to Xiaoyan, his parents' relationship was broken. When he was pregnant with Xiaoyan, his father wanted to kill him, but his mother refused. He was born, but because his father was cold and violent during pregnancy, his mother suffered from postpartum depression after giving birth to him, and later on, it was so severe that he was a little mentally disturbed."

"When it's good, it's good to treat Xiaoyan, but when it's bad, she beats and scolds hard. At that time, my family lived opposite Xiaoyan. My mother took him home to hide when I met him. Once it was minus ten degrees, I was locked out of the door for a whole day."

"Later, her mother's condition became more and more serious, and his father was not at home. When Xiaoyan was five or six years old, on the anniversary of his parents' wedding, his father accompanied a female star to the ribbon-cutting event. After seeing it, she locked Xiaoyan and herself in a dark room, and wanted to take Xiaoyan to death."

"But in the end, it was probably too hard to let Xiaoyan die with her, but she swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills, fell asleep in front of Xiaoyan, and didn't find them until her aunt came to cook at noon the next day. "

"So that night, Xiaoyan stayed alone with his mother's body in the dark room for a whole night. When he was rescued, he didn't cry or make trouble, but he didn't like to talk to others very much since then, and left behind. Traumatic stress disorder."

"Xiaoyan is really bad-tempered and has a lot of stinky problems, but he is really nice. When we were young, the two of us went climbing together, and I accidentally fell off the railing. If he hadn't dragged me desperately, I guess I have already given birth. Later, I went to the hospital to check and found out that his arm was dislocated by me at the time, but he never let go, so I rushed to this point, he has been my best friend all his life. "

"But I'm quite unreliable, I'm not very smart, I can't fight, I can't help him in many things, let alone I'm still so far away, so if you can, can I trouble you to take care of me? Hit him."

"The reason why I tell you this is because I think he treats you differently. The person who can be hugged by him when he has a ptsd attack must be someone he trusts and trusts."

After Shen Jiayan finished her last sentence, she looked at Xia Zhiye, her clear eyes filled with the purest sincerity and expectation.

Xia Zhiye lowered his eyelashes, and after a long silence, he finally replied in a low voice, "Don't worry."

He thought that Song Daxi might not have a good life when he was a child, but he never thought it would be so bad.

No wonder it's called disgusting.

But such a hard-spoken, soft-hearted, beautiful and smart young master should have been liked since he was a child.

Thinking of the day he was drunk, Song Yan tilted his head and asked him why no one liked him, Xia Zhiye's heart was sore that it was hard to even breathe.

So much so that he calmed down for a long time before he could reluctantly say "don't worry".

And he reassured Shen Jiayan not because of anyone's entrustment, but because he wanted Song Yan to understand that he was the most likable child in the world.

Their family Song Daxi should be the eldest young master who is spoiled by others.

Xia Zhiye lowered his eyes and stared unconsciously at the bracelet on his wrist. The light brown eyes lost the usual sloppy smile, and there was only a strong emotion that he might not even be aware of.

All this fell into Shen Jiayan's eyes.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a while, he swallowed it. After repeating this for a few times, he finally couldn't hold back, so he opened his mouth tentatively: "So what... Xia, there is a problem. I don't know whether to ask or not."

Xia Zhiye drooped his eyelids and said casually, "Ask."

"No matter what the answer is after asking, you are not allowed to hit me."

"Um."

"That... do you have a little interest in our family's Xiaoyan?"

The moment Shen Jiayan's voice fell, Xia Zhiye raised his eyes.