Chapter 36 Butterfly Memory

When picking up the plane, Xia Xiqing clearly felt Zhou Ziheng's rising popularity. Originally, his super high nationality was a great weapon in the entertainment industry. Now, with the blessing of reality shows and CP popularity, his topic is almost the same. Yue is known as the head of the 20th generation of actors in the current entertainment industry.

Xiao Luo and a few bodyguards surrounded Zhou Ziheng, stretched out their hands to form a human wall to stop the fans, and surrounded Zhou Ziheng, who was taller than them all.

If there was only Zhou Ziheng, the situation would be better controlled, but Xia Xiqing on the other side of CP was also there, and there was a popular top boy group Shang Sirui. Together, the number of fans doubled. Shang Sirui was a gentleman, and had always let the bodyguards protect Ruan Xiao, and followed Ruan Xiao himself.

Xia Xiqing was originally walking behind Zhou Ziheng, but unexpectedly a fan came up and grabbed his sleeve and pulled his baggy white knitted sweater, revealing half of his shoulders. There were screams in his ears, which made Xia Xiqing dizzy, and reached out to grab the clothes on his shoulders.

"Don't pull Xiqing's clothes!"

"Xi Qing, Xi Qing's clothes!"

"Who's talking there, let go!"

Xia Xiqing couldn't help frowning, stardom is really not something ordinary people do. As usual, he would have been angry a long time ago, but now he can only endure it.

Looking back, he couldn't see who was pulling his clothes. There were too many people. Xia Xiqing frowned and grabbed his neckline. He said helplessly, "Don't get excited, the clothes will be torn."

The scene was chaotic for a while, and Zhou Ziheng, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around, and reached out to grab the girl's wrist, "Let go."

The girl who held Xia Xiqing tightly raised her head, Zhou Ziheng looked down at her expressionlessly. Suddenly shocked by his aura, he let go of his hand in a daze.

"Don't do this next time, it's very dangerous." Zhou Ziheng turned his head, adjusted his torn clothes very smoothly, took Xia Xiqing's shoulders and brought him diagonally in front of him, using himself to bring Xia Xiqing and the fans separated.

Moving forward with difficulty, the fans became more and more excited. Several bodyguards became impatient with the fans. They reached out to push, but were stopped by Zhou Ziheng, "Don't push them."

His tone was very stern, "It's very dangerous, it's prone to stampede incidents." His voice became louder, as if to tell everyone, "Everyone, stop crowding, it's not that you can't see it, there will be opportunities in the future. Pay attention to your feet, be careful and safe."

Xia Xiqing, who was still very irritable at first, couldn't help but laugh at this moment. This person really exudes the brilliance of a majestic saint all the time.

Putting aside ordinary stars, have scolded it hundreds of times in heart.

He tilted his head and looked at the articulated hand supporting his shoulder. He suddenly envied Zhou Ziheng, no, it was more envy than envy. Because no matter what happens, he can deal with it with the brightest attitude.

A natural gentleman.

Even if he tempted and persecuted Zhou Ziheng again and again, he would still lend a hand to help him because of his moral heart, trying to protect him, just like protecting anyone who needs protection, even if he is so unbearable.

Xia Xiqing hates such people, and hates people who live like light in the sky. Their existence makes him even more despicable.

The car of the program team took them to the recording location of this episode. The time was tight, and dinner could only be handled casually during the modeling period. Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui shared a large dressing room and just changed After finishing the clothes, Xiao Luo and Shang Sirui's assistants came in with food.

"Xiqing," Xiao Luo called out to Xia Xiqing, "you can eat too. This restaurant is famous in the local area, so it should suit your taste."

Xia Xiqing replied with a smile, but did not have much expectations. Whether it was eating hot pot with Zhou Ziheng before, or eating with Zhou Ziheng alone in the P canteen, Zhou Ziheng's taste was as light as ever, and he hardly touched any chili peppers.

But when he walked to the sofa, he saw Xiao Luo unpacking the dishes one by one, but found that half of the dishes were bright red, spicy chicken and bloody blood. The other half is some light dishes, and at first glance it is known that it is Zhou Ziheng's taste.

"These are all ordered by Ziheng himself," Xiao Luo whispered to Xia Xiqing as if he was making a small report, covering his mouth with his hand, "I didn't order it, if you don't like it, blame Ziheng haha."

Zhou Ziheng, who had just changed his clothes, pushed open the door and walked in. Unlike the previous private clothes, the clothes arranged by the program team looked much simpler, a dark blue long-sleeved sweater paired with light blue jeans. Strangely, this suit was the same as Xia Xiqing's. Amazingly similar.

Xia Xiqing looked down at himself. It was also a dark blue top and light blue jeans, but the styles were slightly different.

The show team is going to fry CP, so they don't make clothes so similar. Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly, he could almost imagine the crazy scene of online CP fans when the tidbits were released.

"Ziheng, you're back, hey, your clothes look like Xiqing's." Xiao Luo scratched the stubble on the back of his head, "Could it be the couple's outfit specially made by the show team?"

Zhou Ziheng's expression immediately became unnatural, he lowered his head and stretched out his long legs and kicked Xiao Luo, "What kind of couple's outfit...shut up."

Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly and sat down on the sofa, "You ordered all this?"

"Who ordered it?" Zhou Ziheng also sat down and pointed at Xiao Luo with an expression of "I don't know anything", "You ordered it, you want to kill me after ordering so much spicy food."

Ronaldinho and Xia Xiqing looked at each other, and both of them could hardly hold back their laughter.

Zhou Ziheng scratched his unstyled hair, looking like a big boy, coughed and said awkwardly, "What, I can't eat it so spicy, you eat it, I'll just eat this."

"Is that so..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with a half-smile, and the ending sound changed back to the previous one, light and airy.

Zhou Ziheng was afraid of what he said, but he was a little happy, feeling that Xia Xiqing had returned to the previous Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing, who fell into a dream on the plane, made him feel strange and distressed.

He lowered his head and hummed, took a pair of chopsticks from the packaging bag and opened them, "It's cheaper for you."

"Thank you." Xia Xiqing took the chopsticks in his hand unceremoniously, "It's all my favorite food, what a coincidence."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziheng was a little happy, but in order to maintain his clumsy lies, he could only keep silent and eat the food on his side with his head down. It just so happened that Shang Sirui also came, humming a song. Xia Xiqing glanced, "So happy."

"How about the title song of our comeback this time?"

The male assistant on the side shook his head helplessly, "It's alright, you madman."

Shang Sirui didn't bother to care, so he stomped over to the sofa, "It's so fragrant. Hey, you two look like your clothes." He tugged on his dark red jacket, walked over to Xia Xiqing and sat next to him, "Red and blue have been CP since ancient times!" After speaking, he put his chin on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "I want to eat it too. I want to eat spicy chicken."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing took a piece of chicken and brought it to Shang Sirui's mouth, "Open your mouth."

This kind of intimacy always happens between these two people. Zhou Ziheng thought he was used to it, but found that he couldn't.

He ate a few mouthfuls of rice in silence. He didn't even want to lift up his chopsticks. It was as if a lemon was stuffed into his chest, which was squeezed repeatedly by a pair of invisible hands, and sour juice flowed out.

Zhou Ziheng didn't eat much in total, so Zhou Ziheng got up to do the styling. Shang Sirui was a little surprised, "Ziheng, you only eat so much."

"Maybe auditioning next week, and I'm managing my weight lately."

Half-truth, half-truth, and not a complete lie, Zhou Ziheng comforted himself.

Shang Sirui's assistant took apart the fried chicken he ordered and put it in front of him. Shang Sirui shoved a large piece of fried chicken in one bite, and muttered vaguely, "It must be another kind of bitter movie. When will you pick up a TV series, I'll play a supporting role for you."

Zhou Ziheng, who started modeling, sat in front of the mirror and closed his eyes and said, "Wait when I do a pet drama."

Shang Sirui could only turn his grief and anger into appetite, and tried to eat fried chicken while trying to beat Zhou Ziheng's heart.

Before the show officially started recording, the four guests finally gathered together. Just like the first episode, several men in black appeared, holding black blindfolds in their hands, ready to bring them into their own beginning when the director called to start. in the room.

Xia Xiqing discovered at this time that Ruan Xiao was wearing the same color as Shang Sirui, a red denim jacket with black jeans underneath.

Could it be that this show has a tendency to be grouped? The sequelae left over from the last episode made him pay attention to the looks arranged by the show team for everyone. Zhou Ziheng and his own clothes are almost identical, and Shang Sirui and Ruan Xiao's clothes are also very similar.

But the program group is unlikely to be so obvious, if there is really any grouping.

If the screenwriter doesn't change, follow the previous routine, and only when you enter the secret room will you know the real plot of the dungeon.

Xia Xiqing, who was indulging in thinking, raised his head and saw Zhou Ziheng looking at him with a hint of worry in his eyes. Before he could realize why Zhou Ziheng showed such an expression, his eyes were covered by the man in black. .

Hold. He almost forgot about it.

In the darkness, his two arms were grabbed, leading him to walk forward step by step, and suddenly stopped, motioning him to sit down.

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in the chair, heard the footsteps getting farther and farther, and the temporary darkness inevitably caused him physical discomfort. Fortunately, the time was short, and not long after sat down, heard the familiar voice of the program narration.

"Hello everyone, welcome to "Escape from the Sky" again. First of all, please take off your blindfolds."

Can you just take off the eye mask this time? It's so easy, Xia Xiqing is not used to it.

Anyway, it was really uncomfortable to wear this, Xia Xiqing took off the blindfold without hesitation, and the secret room in front of him finally appeared in front of him. This time the room looked like an ordinary bedroom, dark blue. Colored wallpaper and gray bedding, as well as some game figures, look like a boy's bedroom.

The biggest difference from last time was that Xia Xiqing was indeed the only one in this bedroom. For some reason, he felt a little empty in his heart. Probably not used to it.

"First of all, I need to explain to you the precautions for this game. Players, please note that you are trapped in different rooms. To win the final victory, you must escape from your room first. , collect the password clues of the outermost door on the way, and crack the ultimate door lock. Of course, like the previous issue, there is a killer among you, and he has the right to kill any of you. If the killer becomes the final winner , all players' points will be cleared. The mobile phone in your hand can be used to anonymously vote on the killer you suspect, and those who are out will not be able to continue the game."

"It should be noted that each of you has a radio in your room, and when you are trapped in your own room, you can also communicate with people in other rooms through the radio."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Games start."

radio? Xia Xiqing stood up and walked around with the cameras arranged by the program team according to his previous habit. The room was not very big, but it was full of arrangements, a bed that seemed comfortable, and stuffed The wardrobe was full, and there was a small square rug on the floor. On the rug was a small table, and on the table was the radio that the program team had mentioned.

The overall arrangement looks very lifelike, as if it is a bedroom where someone has lived. The chair he was sitting on was in front of the desk, which was next to the head of the bed. There was a laptop, several books stacked on it, and an unopened lamp with a lampshade on it.

It's strange that many things in this room are placed in circles, such as the cups placed on the desk, there are shallow dents in the place where they are placed, like they are carved on the wooden table. In the same way, Xia Xiqing picked up the cup, touched the dent in the circle, and tapped it with his fingers.

It's a hollow sound.

Not only cups, many items in this room are placed in specific circles. Xia Xiqing thought it was strange, but the evidence at hand could not give a reasonable explanation.

"By the way, the radio..." Xia Xiqing, who was recording the program, deliberately "talked to himself" when he remembered that he walked over to the small square rug. The shadow cast earlier made him unable to bear it. Lifting the carpet, there was nothing underneath, but like the previous cup, there was a circle of dents the same size as the carpet.

He tried to turn on the radio, and all that came out was the noise, which was too old for him. There were three knobs on that little radio, one blue and two red. The red knobs are a little different, with one marked with a 0 and the other with nothing.

blue?

He remembered the clothes on Zhou Ziheng's body, and he guessed that the knob was inseparable from him, so he tried to turn it and found that there was still a noise. There is no sound whether it is going from the far left to the far right, or back in the opposite direction.

Xia Xiqing has long understood the perverted level of the program team, and there is no such easy problem to solve. He just left the radio there and didn't turn it off, and the noise, too, became a background sound as he searched for other clues.

He returned to the desk, opened one of the books, and unexpectedly found a bookmark fell out of it.

To be precise, a butterfly specimen.

Xia Xiqing picked up the butterfly sealed in the transparent specimen sheet, stared at it carefully, thinking of himself in elementary school.

In the science class, the teacher asked everyone to go back and catch an insect accompanied by the parents, and bring it back to the class next week to observe with the classmates.

He doesn't like insects with hard carapaces that hide in dirt and dead leaves, he likes butterflies with beautiful wings.

But no one was willing to accompany him to catch him.

"Butterflies can fly, do you think you can catch them so easily?"

"I don't have time to catch bugs with you. I want to work."

But Xia Xiqing was stubborn since he was a child, and that afternoon when his parents rejected him, he came to the garden gloomy.

Just by chance, he saw a blue-spotted butterfly, flapping its wings lightly, occasionally resting on the roses in the back of the yard.

His little heart fluttered.

In order to catch him, Xia Xiqing, who was in the third grade of elementary school, spent all night making tools, and sat in front of the steps with the small fishing net for an entire afternoon.

In the end, persevering, he sprained a foot, scratched his calf and arm by the rose, limped and pinched the net with excitement, and locked the beautiful butterfly in a small delicate cage .

There are still four days before the next science class. The first thing Xia Xiqing does every day when he wakes up is to look at his little butterfly, give him water, put him with fresh little roses, and lie on the table madly watching. He fluttered his beautiful wings.

Indulge in this infatuation every day, and even the pain left when you get it can be forgotten.

Finally, the day came when he could bring the little butterfly to the class and introduce it to everyone. Xia Xiqing stood on the stool, rummaging around, and after a long time of searching, he found a blue velvet that matched his little butterfly. Carefully drape the piece of velvet over the cage and take him to the classroom.

Some of them took the little ladybug, some beetles, and scarabs, none of which could compare to his little butterfly.

"I'll show you mine." He smiled so proudly and lifted the velvet.

Unlike what he expected, the blue butterfly that was supposed to be dancing, lay silently in the cage, motionless, no matter how Xia Xiqing cried or shook the cage with his scratched hands, he never flew again. Get up and flutter your beautiful wings against him.

If only I hadn't caught this butterfly.

If I hadn't seen him in the rose bush that afternoon, hadn't tried to keep him by my side, hadn't tried to have it at all costs.

I will not lose.

"Xia Xiqing."

"Xi Qing."

His thoughts were suddenly withdrawn from his memories, and Xia Xiqing put down the butterfly specimen in his hand and turned his head.

Just now, the radio, which was only noisy, made a sound.

"Can you hear me, I'm Zhou Ziheng."