Chapter 35 Under Mount Fuji

Ruan Xiao was the last to arrive. She was wearing a classic Burberry trench coat and her long hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked much more capable than when she first met, but she still smiled sweetly.

"The second episode is broadcast today." Ruan Xiao said to Shang Sirui with a smile as soon as he came over, "You will definitely be on the hot search by then, I even thought about the entry, [Shang Sirui's acting skills are outstanding]. "

"Isn't it [Shang Sirui pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger]?" Xia Xiqing joined the team of making fun of Shang Sirui.

Shang Sirui pouted, swayed and bumped into Xia Xiqing, "Who is the tiger? Are you or Ziheng?"

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng, who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and seemed to have no intention of answering, so he smiled, "I am the first to die, of course not me."

"Maybe you will be the first to die tonight." Shang Sirui joked with a smile.

Ruan Xiao also laughed, "Don't set up flags indiscriminately."

"Ziheng didn't talk much today," Shang Sirui deliberately changed the subject, "Maybe he is guilty of being a thief, but he is actually a killer."

"When did he like to talk?" Ruan Xiao made a stab inadvertently.

Zhou Ziheng, who was teased, raised his head, looked at Shang Sirui sharply, and said in a flat tone, "Okay, I'll be the first to kill you tonight."

Shang Sirui immediately walked over with a smile and hooked Zhou Ziheng's neck, "Don't, handsome guy, let me go. Hey, didn't you say last time that if it was the killer, you would be the first to kill Xiqing? Don't forget your oath. ."

As soon as he heard Xia Xiqing's name, Zhou Ziheng's face changed slightly, and he pushed Shang Sirui away with a disgusting expression on purpose, "What oath, I'm sick."

After being pushed away, Shang Sirui entangled Xia Xiqing again, "You too. No matter who the two of you are the killer, you must kill each other, and what you say counts."

Ruan Xiao crossed her arms, "That's good, if I am the killer, I will kill you first, I promise."

Seeing Ruan Xiao's serious speech, Shang Sirui immediately asked back, "Why, we have no grudges in the past, how can you do this, Xiaoxiao..."

"Because you talk too much."

Everyone was talking and laughing. Xia Xiqing noticed that Zhou Ziheng took off his sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He is very good-looking without makeup, but the blackness at the moment is a little serious.

Maybe the exam was too hard? Xia Xiqing guessed.

Several people boarded the plane together, and the seats were arranged together. Before getting up, Xia Xiqing guessed that his seat must be next to Zhou Ziheng. Sure enough, he watched Zhou Ziheng, who was walking in front, sit next to his corresponding seat.

Shang Sirui dragged him to the back, "Xi Qing, I'm one row behind you." He walked over in three steps, sitting next to Ruan Xiao by the window, and said with a smile, "I may I'll fall asleep, otherwise we'll change seats, it's more convenient for you." Ruan Xiao readily agreed, and took out the steam eye mask from his bag, "You can sleep with this, it's comfortable to block the light."

Shang Sirui happily took one, and after saying thank you, he put down the seat and lay down.

Ruan Xiao was very kind, and Xia Xiqing also took off the blindfold, smiled at her, and then stood beside Zhou Ziheng, who had already sat down, "I'm sorry, I'll borrow it."

Zhou Ziheng's long legs that had nowhere to put were too empty, so he put them in and let Xia Xiqing go in.

"thanks."

This kind of estranged and hypocritical politeness made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable. Who would have thought that this person would have an ambiguous lunch with him in the school cafeteria a few days ago, teasing each other.

"You're welcome." Zhou Ziheng also smiled back.

When Xia Xi brushed past him, Zhou Ziheng smelled an unfamiliar fragrance, like lemon, with a cool woody aroma, like cedar. This is not Xia Xiqing's style at all, but rather the taste preference of other men.

The deeper he thought about it, the scent of cedar seemed to become stronger, making Zhou Ziheng uncomfortable.

Like adding criminal evidence, he repeatedly demonstrated Xia Xiqing's promiscuity in his heart, thinking that he would be able to leave earlier.

In the corner of the light, Xia Xiqing's slender hand rested lightly on the armrest beside the seat. The hand that once held his chest made Zhou Ziheng's heart linger, and made his calm mind dizzy again.

After what happened a few days ago, there was an inextricable estrangement between Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng, even though their previous relationship was not that close. But Xia Xiqing was born proud, and his self-esteem was repeatedly attacked. Even if he had a huge desire to conquer the person in front of him, he still needed a buffer period to recover his vitality.

Everyone before Zhou Ziheng would fall into the illusion that he disguised himself, but he refused to fall into it. This incident itself reminded Xia Xiqing repeatedly that no one will really love you for a person like you.

Although he already understood this truth.

Xia Xiqing, who was reluctant to speak, chose to sleep. He looked at the steam eye mask in his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally put it aside, just simply closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

Zhou Ziheng looked at the blindfold he put up and remembered the blindfolded eyes he had once recorded when he first recorded the show.

Xia Xiqing is afraid of the dark, so wearing an eye patch in the secret room at first will cause adverse reactions.

That's why he took a gamble and used the quickest and most direct method to test whether there was another person in this room and help him free him from the darkness.

I don't know if it was because of the ups and downs of his mood that Zhou Ziheng couldn't sleep well. He flipped through a book on quantum mechanics that he had not read before.

The sun at 4:30 in the afternoon shone on the pages, making the smooth pages furry, and it seemed that those tiny white paper fibers were swaying gently between the printed words, just like Zhou Ziheng's heart now, something almost impossible to happen. Swings that are detected by others.

The half-sleeping Xia Xiqing slightly straightened his head and closed his eyes. As his head was raised, his neck stretched out long, like a swan in a coma in the sunlight.

Zhou Ziheng forced himself not to look at him, but Xia Xiqing's sleeping face was reflected on the dark screen of the laptop on his desk. The protruding Adam's apple on his smooth neck resembled a lonely mountain range above the plain. Buried beneath the mountain was nothing but Zhou Ziheng's heart. Every time the little bump rolled slightly, his heart began to shake uncontrollably.

He suddenly indulged in such a quiet moment. Although peeping was not a very decent thing, at this time Xia Xiqing would not take the initiative to seduce him, nor would he make any dangerous actions. He just existed quietly in himself. beside him, like a temporarily dying volcano.

I miss the cherry blossoms, rain and snow on Mount Fuji, but I am afraid of the hot magma that erupts at any time.

Human desires are always selfish and complex.

Compared with the faces reflected on the screen, the book in his hand seems to be missing something. Zhou Ziheng flipped two pages with his fingers impetuously, and couldn't help but feel sorry. It's not that the book is missing something, it's that a piece of my heart is missing.

Part of it was eaten by the snake in the Garden of Eden.

His eyes couldn't help but drift to the screen again and again. Zhou Ziheng noticed that Xia Xiqing's brows were slightly wrinkled. He guessed that it might be too bright. When hit the window, heard Xia Xiqing's voice.

"Don't close."

Xia Xiqing didn't open his eyes, just tilted his head to the window, his voice was a little hazy and hoarse.

"I can't sleep without light."

The fingers curled up involuntarily, and Zhou Ziheng withdrew his hand.

Xia Xiqing was not able to fall asleep completely, his eyes were closed, but other senses became sensitive on their own. He could hear Zhou Ziheng's voice turning the book, and he made a gentle and slow movement to prolong the rubbing sound of the pages and slowly scratched in his heart. He could also hear Zhou Ziheng's occasional long breathing, like a sigh, but not so much.

Under the sunlight, the tightly closed eyes turned everything in the field of vision into a hazy orange-red. With the gradual sinking of consciousness, the waves swayed, reminding him of Monet's "Sunset on the Coast". warmth.

Light has no shape.

Closed eyes have the most accurate perception of light.

So the moment Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, Xia Xiqing quickly woke up. His thirst for light made him unable to sleep peacefully. He was afraid, afraid, and the emotions that he had confined in the darkness suddenly poured out.

Nobody understands. Xia Xiqing knew.

Zhou Ziheng never tried to disturb his sleep again, and he couldn't even hear any sound from Zhou Ziheng.

As usual, it was difficult for Xia Xiqing to fall asleep on the plane. It felt like he was on a small boat, ups and downs with the turbulent waves, but this time, the boat seemed to be drilled with a small hole. , the water slipped in quietly, and he sank a little bit with the hull, sinking into a deeper dream.

In the dream, he didn't seem to be too big. Everyone in the field of vision was so tall that he drowned himself. Hot blood flowed from his chin to the clothes on his chest. The little cartoon character was dyed bright red. There were people coming and going in the hospital, and he was dragged by someone he didn't know well, like a rag doll with only one hand held, his body being swayed recklessly, to an operation full of disinfectant vapor. room.

The quarrel in his ears did not stop, the abnormal feeling of the cold needles passing through the anesthetized skin, and the tears that could be shed unscrupulously as a child.

The woman's sharp cry.

[Why did I give birth to you in the first place! ]

[It's good that you don't exist. ]

[You are the beginning of my miserable life. ]

Looking down, he was no longer wearing the blood-stained clothes, and there were no cartoon characters. The pain led him to reach out, the bruises on both arms, one after another, golf clubs, or other expensive metal products, as long as they were suitable for hands, they were all worthy of leaving marks on his body.

Like a canvas, it doesn't matter how full it is.

[The people who love you the most in the world are your parents, you know? ]

The whole class made a childish voice in unison.

[understood]

understood.

I really want to raise my hand to ask questions.

Teacher, what if my parents don't love me?

Then in this world, there are still people...

The water drowned his breath, and the suffocating feeling of drowning made Xia Xiqing wake up in an instant, like a dying fish, violently sucking the air on which to survive, he raised his hand in a panic and touched his chin on that scar.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dusk, and the clouds in the sky were dyed with magnificent colors. The vulnerable face leaked out in his sleep made him full of defenses. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw Zhou Ziheng staring into his eyes. Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, tilted his head, and his voice was hoarse and sharp, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have just come out of the state of being distracted, and there was a trace of confusion and guilt on his well-defined face.

"How long have you watched?"

Xia Xiqing guessed how he would behave when he was haunted by nightmares. Maybe he grabbed the fabric of the seat with his fingers nervously, maybe he babbled in desperation, or maybe there was an even more embarrassing performance. He tried to find the answer from Zhou Ziheng's reaction.

"It's been a while..." Zhou Ziheng lowered his deep eyes and looked at a corner with a guilty conscience. The long and dense eyelashes were illuminated by the sunlight, casting long, flashing shadows on his lower eyelids.

He didn't lie. Zhou Ziheng is a tough man, but he doesn't like to lie.

"What are you looking at?" Xia Xiqing, who was spied on the vulnerable side, raised the thorn on his body unconsciously, "What did you see?"

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes again, the clouds outside the window were reflected in his eyes, and he looked very sincere.

"The Tyndall effect."

This answer surprised Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng did not lie.

After Xia Xiqing fell into a deep sleep, Zhou Ziheng felt like a feather fell from his heart.

He finally turned his face to look at him.

The sunlight that passed through the thick cloud layer of three thousand meters came in through the small glass window on that side, and the flying fine dust turned the air into a fog-like turbid colloid. The light passed through, leaving a wonderful and bright passage. From the upper left corner of the window, it slanted down sixty degrees, along the extension of the incident angle, and hit Xia Xiqing's chest straight.

"When the Tyndall effect occurs, light has a shape." Zhou Ziheng pointed to Xia Xiqing's chest, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

Xia Xiqing lowered his head in a daze, looked at his chest, followed the faintly luminous passage, and looked at the rose-colored clouds stacked in the corner of the window.

Sensitivity and worry, sharpness and precaution, were defeated by a small physical phenomenon and turned into a beautiful light that pierced the heart.

Zhou Ziheng, who was slow for a while, suddenly realized that he had accidentally smiled at Xia Xiqing just now.

After that day, he repeatedly warned himself not to have an overly close relationship with him, no matter what kind of relationship it was, but he just forgot the set principle again. But he saw Xia Xiqing, who was as quiet as a coma in his sleep, and also saw the layer of tears covering his eyes when he opened his eyes, like glass beads.

He didn't know anything about Xia Xiqing, and there was no need to know. He always persuaded himself like this.

But when he saw the thorns erected after Xia Xiqing woke up, he seemed to see a small rose floating in the clouds.

He wanted to reach out and hold it, but he could only hold the bloodstain from the stab wound.

The plane was about to land, and the flight attendant with delicate makeup walked around the aisle, reminding the precautions when landing. Zhou Ziheng closed the book that he hadn't read much, and also closed the notebook on the table.

Xia Xiqing finally recovered from that long-lost dream. They left the plane, and the afterglow of the sunset shrouded him.

"I'm so hungry." Shang Sirui slept well, and discussed the important topic of dinner with Ruan Xiao who was walking beside him.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyes in a trance and looked at the clouds, the rose-colored sky, and the formless light.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Xia Xiqing took it out to check.

[Moral Model]: Share pictures.

It was a candid shot from a side view. The Tyndall effect caught by chance in the camera, the wonderful backdrop of the rose-colored clouds in the glass window, the profile of myself in the dream.

And the visible light that pierced straight into his chest.

Holding the phone, Xia Xiqing felt a throbbing in his heart.

He spoke in a low voice, without looking at the people around him, as if He Feng was talking, "Why shoot me?"

The wind also brought him a response, with an imperceptible faint smile in his low voice.

"I didn't shoot you, it was the Tyndall effect."

He clearly refused, but unconsciously provoked.

This man is really naive and cunning.

The author has something to say: Note: When a beam of light passes through the colloid, a bright "path" in the colloid can be observed from the direction of perpendicular incident light. This physical phenomenon is called the Tyndall phenomenon, also known as the Tyndall effect ( Tyndall effect)