Chapter 74 Superposition

"Yes, I'm not worthy." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and took a half step back.

"As an actor, I can't even perform well in front of you. I want you to do it for me... But I can't even do a single intimate act. I really don't deserve to play with you in my rank."

Without any emotional experience, it is completely a blank sheet of paper. When encountering an opponent like Xia Xiqing, he can only manipulate it arbitrarily. But to be honest, even if he is manipulated and manipulated, he has no complaints, he is happy.

Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists with both hands, then released them, "Actually, I never thought about playing tricks with you, I just want to know too much..."

I really want to know what my place is in your heart. I really want to know if you have a little bit of a chance to like me.

I really want to know... Did you find out that I like you long ago, and have been thinking about when to get rid of me.

"...Sorry." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake in this matter today. I shouldn't refuse Song Nian. To be honest, doing so would torture me." He took a deep breath. With a sigh, the angry expression on his face before disappeared, he smiled, "You are free, you can do whatever you want."

It's just my damn possessiveness that tortures me, not your fault.

His heart was once a lush forest.

After he fell in love with Xia Xiqing, the forest was on fire, with raging flames and thick smoke billowing. Even the most powerful fire brigade was helpless in the face of such a fire.

He thought he could stop in time, but found that there was no turning back.

Seeing the smile on Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing's heart suddenly throbbed, he actually didn't want to see Zhou Ziheng like this, he didn't even understand why he would say such harsh words to provoke him, he seemed to be a different person.

If it were any little lover who would deliberately show off in front of him, Xia Xiqing would at most just throw his hands away and end the relationship without saying a word. He also knew that Zhou Ziheng didn't do anything substantive at all, not even touching it. Song Nian.

He was just testing.

When he found out that Zhou Ziheng was testing himself, he was more afraid than angry.

The fear of being seen triggered a self-protection mechanism that forced him to overreact.

Xia Xiqing tried to speak, but it was extremely difficult, "I..."

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ziheng didn't wait for Xia Xiqing's words, his heart was thrown up and down heavily with his every move.

"You don't want to forgive me now, it's okay." Zhou Ziheng didn't even dare to touch Xia Xiqing, at first it was for acting, but now it's because of guilt and fear of Xia Xiqing's more violent resistance, "I'm sorry, don't be angry, I just kept I feel like you're a bit..."

uncomfortable.

Before these three words could be said, Xia Xiqing, who was leaning against the dryer, almost didn't stop, and only held on to the sink with his hand. Zhou Ziheng raised his heart with a sigh, and he didn't care about anything and directly held Xia Xiqing in his arms. , Xia Xiqing used all his strength to push him, but he couldn't push him at all.

Only then did Zhou Ziheng feel the abnormal heat coming from him. He let go of his embrace and reached out to probe Xia Xiqing's forehead, but he avoided him. Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to hold the back of his neck and press his forehead against his. .

"I was seen by others for a while..."

"See it as soon as you see it." Zhou Ziheng was so anxious that he almost got angry at him, but quickly suppressed his emotions and softened his voice, "It's a big deal, as long as you don't care."

I don't care anyway.

Xia Xiqing did not speak or struggle. Zhou Ziheng took a breath and put his forehead away, "You have a fever, let's go back to the hotel."

"I'm a man. It's not a serious illness if I have a cold or a fever. They're still in the private room. I'll just call Xiaoxiao."

Zhou Ziheng just pretended he didn't hear these words, and continued to say to himself, "Can you still walk? Forget it, don't leave. I'll carry you." He half-squatted in front of Xia Xiqing, " Come on, let's go back."

He also thought that people who are sick are very fragile, and he should not use such a tough attitude. So he turned his head back and looked up at Xia Xiqing, "Come up."

Xia Xiqing's nose is sore. Why does this person have to endure his meanness and absurdity again and again? The more he does, the more hateful and pathetic he feels. He deliberately made Zhou Ziheng jealous more than once, causing Zhou Ziheng to lose his due calm and self-control. Zhou Ziheng just wanted to know what he was thinking, and was tortured by him like this.

He bent down and hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, compromising with him and himself. Zhou Ziheng's arms wrapped around his back firmly hugged his thighs and carried him on his back.

Xia Xiqing buried his head in Zhou Ziheng's side neck.

That song was really for me.

Don't allow him to be spoiled, don't rely on him.

Easy to say. Xia Xiqing had never received so much love from anyone, and before he even started, he was thinking about what if one day, if Zhou Ziheng didn't want him, what would he do.

If it was before, he could still live as if nothing had happened, because he had never been loved.

But now, he was clearly loved, how could he pretend that he never got it.

How can lose it calmly?

"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you when you were sick." Zhou Ziheng carried him into the elevator, "I really..."

"In our relationship, you have no need to take care of me."

I'm afraid the words "unqualified" are more appropriate. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said with a smile, "Who says it's unnecessary, even if it's a friend, you should take care of it when you're sick. No matter how bad it is, we're still colleagues now..."

Xia Xiqing was stabbed all over his body. He clearly forced him to say these words, but he didn't know why, but he felt so uncomfortable.

He was carrying him all the way downstairs. They originally drove a normal car this time. Zhou Ziheng took the key, put Xia Xiqing in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and brought a thermos cup from the back seat. He unscrewed the lid and handed it to him, "Drink some hot water." Zhou Ziheng sat on the driver's seat, and reached out to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, "You're sweating." He took a small blanket from the back seat and put it on Xia Xiqing on him, and closed the car window for him.

This blanket was very familiar, Xia Xiqing took a sip of hot water, and his memory was dialed back in the dense fog.

It turned out that when he slept in the dressing room in the afternoon, it was Zhou Ziheng's blanket.

The hotel is not far from KTV, a ten-minute drive. On the way, Zhou Ziheng called Director Kun and told them to send Xia Xiqing back to rest. The phone hung up, it happened to be a red light, the car slowly stopped and waited at the intersection.

"sorry."

Xia Xiqing suddenly apologized, Zhou Ziheng was stunned, and turned his head abruptly to look at him.

"I..." Xia Xiqing clung to the wall of the cup tightly and pursed his lips, "I know how hurtful what I did."

Zhou Ziheng never thought that Xia Xiqing would feel guilty about him, "No, it's okay, since I said I can bear it, then I must do it, otherwise I won't say it." The traffic lights exchanged, and he stepped on the accelerator. , "And I picked it up first. In the end, it was my own fault."

Xia Xiqing lowered his eyebrows, if they tore their faces today, he might feel better in his heart. But Zhou Ziheng's compromise made him sad.

On the way, he burned into a dizzy state, and his perception became blurred. It was not until Zhou Ziheng put him on the bed that he woke up a little. He watched Zhou Ziheng cover him with the quilt.

"You've been drinking, so you can't just take any medicine now." He took out the thermometer from his medicine box, and threw it hard twice and put it into the quilt, "It might be a little bit cold." Seeing Xia Xiqing wrinkled by the thermometer's ice Frowning, Zhou Ziheng's heart suddenly softened into a pool of water, he just wanted to hold him and not let go.

While taking the temperature, he went to draw a basin of cold water, soaked his towel, wrung it dry, and folded it on Xia Xiqing's forehead.

"It should be fine." Xia Xiqing took out the thermometer by himself, and Zhou Ziheng took it over to take a look. His heart was hanging down a lot, "It's okay, it's 37.7 degrees, low-grade fever, low-grade fever." The thermometer was placed on the table. "Otherwise, it is impossible to not take medicine."

Xia Xiqing felt even more uncomfortable seeing him busy like a headless fly.

"I was often sick when I was young." After speaking the opening remarks, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart. Can a cold and fever really be used as an excuse for being vulnerable?

But Zhou Ziheng just held his hand like this, knelt beside the bed and looked at him softly, seeing that he couldn't bear to say it all.

"One time, people couldn't speak, but I still had to be dragged to an art banquet because my mother promised others to take me to attend." Every time Xia Xiqing talked about the past, his eyes were unconscious. Hanging down, like closing a door, afraid of being seen by people hiding inside, "I'm actually very uncomfortable. When I have a fever, don't my bones hurt a lot, I just cry, and my mother will Coax me and tell me to take me to see a doctor as soon as it's over, but I keep crying until everyone else looks at me, and she thinks I don't give her face, and she thinks I'm ashamed."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, trembling in Zhou Ziheng's heart. Zhou Ziheng gently kissed the back of Xia Xiqing's hand, and rubbed his thumb gently, "How old were you then?"

Xia Xiqing took a breath, "I can't remember, maybe I went to kindergarten? Elementary school? It's pretty small anyway." He looked up at the ceiling and chuckled, "Since then, I've been sick and never told anyone else. Don't cause trouble for others. As long as you don't die, it's fine."

The way he said these words was exactly the same as Jiang Tong in the script.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, Xia Xiqing immediately turned his face to the other side, he didn't mind, just held his hand more tightly.

"If you are sick, you should be taken care of." He took off the towel on Xia Xiqing's forehead, dipped it in cold water again, wrung it dry, and placed it on his forehead gently, "It's not you who is at fault, it's your parents."

Xia Xiqing didn't speak, he felt that he was too self-willed. The sharpest thorn pierced into a mass of soft flesh, but he did not flinch, but he endured the pain and wrapped his thorn with softness.

In the end, the thorn and the soft flesh grow together and cannot be pulled out or cut off.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, and he only felt a pair of hands tightly holding his hand, never letting go, until he sank into a warm dream pool.

In the middle of the night, Xia Xiqing was woken up by the heat, and when he opened his eyes, he found Zhou Ziheng hugging him tightly through the quilt, probably because he kicked the quilt to catch a cold, and hugged him tightly.

Xia Xiqing moved a little, Zhou Ziheng didn't even open his eyes, his hand had already groped to Xia Xiqing's forehead, and then leaned against his own forehead, still muttering in a daze, "Retire, back... …”

His hand patted Xia Xiqing's back lightly, like an inertial movement.

"good……"

Soon, the movements in his hands gradually slowed down, and finally returned to calm.

When he finally fell into the dream, Xia Xiqing dared to look at his face recklessly, and without warning, tears flowed down. He hugged Zhou Ziheng tightly, crying silently in his arms.

Why should you let yourself feel the taste of being loved?

This prescription prescribed by Zhou Ziheng is no different from poison.

At five in the morning, Zhou Ziheng was woken up by the alarm clock. The time he slept on and off was only two or three hours in total, but there was still a scene to be filmed in the morning, so there was nothing he could do.

After the fever subsided, Xia Xiqing was still asleep, Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him for a long time, and finally put a kiss on the tip of his nose, and was willing to leave.

When he woke up, Xia Xiqing felt a lot more comfortable. He felt a little dazed when he was just recovering from a serious illness. He watched Xiaoxiao busy in the room and helped him open the lid of the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Otherwise, your throat will burn." Xiaoxiao complained to him, "I was afraid that you would get sick, but it turned out to be sick. Ziheng said that when you get up, he will take you to the doctor and get medicine."

"……he's gone?"

"The play at five in the morning." Xiaoxiao opened the suitcase from Xia Xiqing's room, "What are you wearing? I'll take it out for you."

"It's fine." Xia Xiqing sat up from the bed, his heart was empty. He knew that Zhou Ziheng was going to film, but he still felt sad that he couldn't see him when he woke up.

When did you become like this.

Worry about gain and loss.

For the next week, the two of them maintained their previous relationship. Song Nian would still come to Zhou Ziheng enthusiastically, but he rejected them all. She didn't have a lot of roles, at best it was Gao Kun's unsuccessful first love.

The day she finished the film happened to be a crying scene of Zhou Ziheng, and it was also his only crying scene in the whole script.

That was the scene where Gao Kun confessed to Lingling that he was sick.

The director used a hand-held close-up shot to capture the expression on Gao Kun's face.

"You... What's wrong with you? What do you think?" Lingling's expression was a little impatient, "What do you mean by hesitating like this?"

Gao Kun's eyes dodged, he licked his dry lower lip, and said in a hoarse voice, "I..." He also seemed to be disgusted by such a coward of himself, he gritted his teeth and spoke succinctly, saying every word neatly, as if waiting with a heroic sacrifice.

"AIDS. I have AIDS."

The other camera is on Lingling. She frowned. First she couldn't believe it, and then she laughed, "No, what are you kidding? How could you..."

"When the blood was drawn, the needle... the needle was polluted twice." Gao Kun lowered his head, "If I lied to you with a word, the sky will be struck by lightning."

Lingling didn't speak. She lowered her head and touched a cigarette. She pressed the lighter for a long time with trembling hands, but couldn't ignite the fire. Gao Kun tried to take a step closer, but she overreacted and backed away.

"Don't come here." She threw the lighter on the ground, and the cigarette fell from her fingers. "When did you check it out? This week? Last week?" Give it to me, we didn't have sex, we just kissed. It shouldn't be contagious, definitely not..."

She was talking to herself, as if there was no one in front of her, but she looked at Gao Kun again with complicated eyes.

"You...you later..."

She suddenly couldn't say the following words, so she didn't say anything at all, and turned around while stepping on her high heels. The sound of high heels stepping on the concrete floor was clear and cruel.

Actually, Gao Kun had expected this ending from the beginning, but he still didn't want to lie to her.

In the shot, Gao Kun lowered his head and stepped on a lighter on the ground. The cheap plastic shell was rubbing against the rough concrete floor, making a harsh sound.

His brows were about to wrinkle, and he was forcefully propped up by himself, his hands in his pockets, and the corners of his mouth grinned stubbornly.

The previous close-up shot back a little bit, his whole body gradually appeared in the picture, Gao Kun raised his foot and let go of the small lighter, he squatted down to pick it up, and picked it up before she dropped it here The cigarette from her, handed it to her mouth, and pressed it like she had done before. After pressing it several times, it finally caught fire.

The faint flames flickering in the wind devoured the cigarettes little by little, and a wisp of smoke finally got a chance to escape to the horizon.

Gao Kun took a big mouthful, his face flushed and he coughed. The more he coughed, the harder he could only cover his mouth. The smoke in front of the camera gradually dissipated, and tears suddenly poured out, falling to the ground in large drops. The light gray ground was soaked with liquid and turned dark, like stains that could not be removed from old clothes.

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. After raising his hand to wipe it off, he took another breath, exhaled the smoke like a sigh, then lowered his head and let the tears fall.

"...Isn't that how to learn to smoke?" His voice was hoarse, he lowered his head and smiled, his laughter was sad and hopeless.

"It's quite simple."

He put the cigarette between his fingers and sat on the ground with his butt down, his head buried in his bent knees, trembling all over.

Soot fell like tears.

Everyone on the set watched silently, and no one spoke.

"Come on." The director called to stop, but Zhou Ziheng was not like before, no matter how emotional the scene, he could withdraw at once, but it was over, he was still sitting there, his shoulders were still shaking.

Kuncheng found out that something was wrong, Xia Xiqing was by his side, and he was the first to ask him, "What happened to Ziheng recently?"

Xia Xiqing shook his head and lied, "I don't know."

"Is it broken? Isn't he not in love?" Kuncheng said in a serious tone, "I thought he would have to grind for a long time in this scene. I have seen Ziheng's previous films. He is talented, but it is obvious that he is He has no experience in love." He smiled, "As soon as he encountered a love scene before, he got out of the situation and got out of that situation. If it's an ordinary green feeling, he can still use his acting skills. Make up for it, but he can't act in a big drama that really needs to be emotionally charged, and he doesn't have the kind of heart-piercing emotion to play."

Kuncheng looked at the screen, "That's why I said before that actors still have to fall in love, otherwise it would be too hard for them to play something that doesn't exist."

"I didn't expect him to suddenly wake up."

Xia Xiqing didn't finish listening to what he said, and couldn't listen anymore, "I'll go see him." As he spoke, he walked towards Zhou Ziheng, who was still sitting on the ground, and Song Nian was one step ahead of him.

"Ziheng, are you alright?" Song Nian opened his mouth full of worry. Xia Xiqing slowed down a bit.

Zhou Ziheng still buried his head, raised his hand and waved it, as if rejecting, Song Nianzheng was hesitating whether to pull him up, a slender hand stretched out, smoked the cigarette still between his fingertips, and grabbed it. Zhou Ziheng's hand.

Almost instantly, Zhou Ziheng raised his head.

He knew better than anyone who was holding him, and he couldn't believe it better than anyone.

Xia Xiqing half-squatted in front of Zhou Ziheng, crushed the cigarette butt on the ground, stretched out his hand and patted Zhou Ziheng's back, "Why are you like a child, you can't stop crying." After speaking, he touched the back of Zhou Ziheng's head again , "So sad."

It was rare for Zhou Ziheng to get such comfort from him, and the tears poured out uncontrollably again, which was really embarrassing.

Xia Xiqing almost forgot that Zhou Ziheng was originally a child, without any experience, some only had a heart of passion and sincerity, but no matter how eager he was, there would be times when he would shrink back when he was cold.

He turned around and smiled gently at Song Nian, "He may feel a little lost when you are here, it's alright, he'll be fine in a while."

Song Nian was very clear about such an obvious expulsion, and she also smiled, "Then I'll go first, I'll finish today, and we'll have dinner together in the evening."

As soon as Song Nian left, Xia Xiqing stretched out his arms and hugged Zhou Ziheng, patted his head and laughed mercilessly, "That's how children cry."

Originally, Zhou Ziheng felt very ashamed, but Xia Xiqing wanted to sprinkle salt on his wound. In order to protect his self-esteem, he had to reply, "You cry like this too."

Xia Xiqing was taken aback and thought that he found out that he was crying in Zhou Ziheng's arms on the day of the fever. He pushed Zhou Ziheng away at once, "Are you awake that day?"

"Why are you awake..." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm not drunk, it's you who is drunk, you are so drunk that you hug me and cry, crying all the time."

drunk? Xia Xiqing frowned, didn't they mean the same day, "When?"

"The day Sirui drank vodka with us, after the show was recorded." Zhou Ziheng also noticed something was wrong, "Otherwise, what day do you think?"

Xia Xiqing avoided the topic, pulled Zhou Ziheng up with a forceful tug, took out a wet tissue and threw it into his arms, "Wipe it yourself."

"Crying gives me a headache." Zhou Ziheng raised his head and pressed his temple. Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that he had a plain silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand, which he had never had before.

He wanted to ask, but hesitated again.

"The director is waiting, you hurry up."

Song Nian is a character who can make things happen. Everyone on the crew likes her. When the film was finished, the assistant director specially bought a big cake for her to celebrate.

Before dinner, Xia Xiqing went back to the RV to change his clothes. There was no one in the car. He closed the door and didn't turn on the lights. Suddenly, he heard a sound from outside the car, like Xiao Luo and Xiao Xiao.

"This Song Nian is really speechless. This is a hot search bought by their team, and these marketing accounts. Why is she so shameless, who has an affair with him, how can we be with her from what kind of family background... "

"Shh! You can keep your voice down so that Ziheng doesn't hear it. Who else. Sister Jiang Yin will definitely handle this matter. It's all trivial matters. What's that?"

Xia Xiqing casually put the T-shirt over his head, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message directly on Weibo.

[Zhou Ziheng and Song Nian are in love because of the play! ? All kinds of couple items stone hammer released? ]

This kind of headline party... He clicked in and took a look, and there were nothing more than some clothes and shoes of the same style, as well as video screenshots of the last time we went to dinner together, most of which were taken out of context. No matter how bad Xia Xiqing was, he knew very well that Zhou Ziheng didn't mean anything else to Song Nian.

Sliding his finger to the last picture, Xia Xiqing's hand stopped.

It was the plain silver ring he discovered this morning. Correspondingly, Song Nian once posted a similar platinum ring on his Weibo, but the date was already last month.

Xia Xi cleared the phone and opened the car door at once, startling Xiao Luo and Xiaoxiao who were still standing at the door.

"Xi, Xi Qing? You're in the car."

"What's the matter? Why are you here?" Xia Xiqing took off his earphones and pretended he didn't know anything. "Let's go to dinner, you guys." After speaking, he walked towards the large army, and he met a small group of props on the way. Girl, she smiled sweetly at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, go to dinner?"

"Well," Xia Xiqing also smiled politely, and helped her to get a big bag with props, the two walked two steps side by side, he suddenly remembered something, "...By the way, Xiaomeng, your team is responsible for your own Who is Heng props?"

It was still dark, and Xia Xiqing escaped from the banquet on the pretext. He wore a mask and walked around the cramped and crowded community in Hua'anli. Zhou Ziheng made several calls. classmates.

He has told countless lies, but now he finds himself less and less likely to lie, especially when facing Zhou Ziheng.

The sultry temperature distorted the mood. Passing through an old video store, the sound quality of the speakers played outside was poor, but the songs played were of good taste, at least not the accompaniment of the square dance on the bad street.

Xia Xiqing stood at the door for a while, looking at the mottled posters on the wall, the lyrics poured into his ears vaguely and clearly.

[Who made my life extremely miserable

Opened the gate of the magic of heaven

I insist on pursuing half of my life

tough to complacent]

He bowed his head.

Zhou Ziheng personally opened the magic door for him, leading to heaven.

But he didn't dare to step in, he didn't belong there.

He turned around aimlessly, surrounded by fireworks everywhere, and he was the only one who was cold. If Zhou Ziheng hadn't met him, he might still be the talented and happy actor who couldn't act out the grief of loss.

If he could accept it with confidence and boldness, it would be great if he could not subconsciously escape.

But this is all about severing a part of my body, it's too difficult.

For some reason, he walked into a culvert. It seemed that there was water accumulated in it. There was no one nearby. Xia Xiqing looked up. This culvert was different from all the culverts in Huaanli. Cement, but a mint green plastic canopy, the sun that has not yet subsided hits down from above, refracted into a beautiful green, like a dream.

Xia Xiqing rolled up his trousers and walked in, like a child attracted by a beautiful fairy tale, approaching the treasures in the cave step by step.

The brilliant mint-colored light enveloped him, and the walls inside the culvert were also blue-green, blending with the radiant sunlight. Xia Xiqing was pleasantly surprised that there was such a beautiful tunnel hidden in this chaotic and crowded place from the outside world. The wonderful colors made him temporarily forget the water on the ground and the original intention of coming here.

Suddenly, he heard a sound and was about to put on a mask. But found that the corner of the tunnel was not someone else.

It was Zhou Ziheng who was equally astonished.

"Why are you here?" From a distance of two or three meters, Zhou Ziheng looked at him from a distance, both of their calves were buried in the stagnant water, and the ripples on the surface of the water pulled the two of them and became the only way to sustain them.

When his own inferior lie was exposed like this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help lowering his head, laughing dumbly. After a while, he raised his head again, "I don't want to go to the banquet and go around."

"Don't want to see me either?"

Xia Xiqing nodded, not lying.

Zhou Ziheng smiled wryly, looked up at the translucent top of the culvert, the mint-colored sunset hung on his face, "I discovered this place last week, it's very beautiful, right? As soon as I come in, my mood will change. Get better."

Last week...

"My favorite place when I was a child was the aquarium. Walking in the tunnel of the aquarium, I felt like those fishes, I could swim freely in the sea." Zhou Ziheng's smile gradually faded, "It's been a long time since I went there, I shouldn't be able to go anywhere in the future."

He lowered his head to look at Xia Xiqing, "Do you think this is a tunnel like an aquarium?"

Xia Xiqing didn't speak, he didn't know what he should say.

"That's great. It's just us two tourists."

"Um……"

Zhou Ziheng has a strange problem. When he is sad, he says some messy words without boundaries. This problem was discovered by Xia Xiqing long ago. He was just trying to divert his attention.

"You should have heard of Schrödinger's cat," Zhou Ziheng really started his usual old troubles again, "you must know. But in fact, everyone has misunderstood this theory. People always understand Schrödinger's cat as a binary category. The choice of , A or not A, in fact it is not, it is a superposition state, A and not A, just like the cat locked in a box by him, his state is not life or death, but life And die. This superposition will not collapse unless he opens the box to confirm."

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and listened to him quietly, like a very competent listener.

"When I first learned this theory, what was my first reaction, do you know?" He paused, not waiting for Xia Xiqing to respond, "I think that cat is so pitiful, if it were me, I would be reluctant to let it go. Put it in, but if it was in, I would definitely be reluctant to open the box to make sure he survived."

He suddenly smiled bitterly, "Sure enough, when it was my turn, I really didn't dare to open it."

Xia Xiqing frowned slightly and looked up at him.

"If I don't open this box, I can pretend that he is alive and maintain the superficial happiness." Zhou Ziheng licked his dry lips, "We will be trapped in this superposition forever, you may love me, maybe not, Anyway, no one knows the outcome.”

"If my feelings just stay at the level of liking, I will be content with this superposition, as long as we are happy when we are together. I like your talent, your cunning, and the style of your eyebrows. Your shortcomings, your past, and even the ambiguity between you and others are not enough to affect me."

Xia Xiqing saw it early in the morning, but when he heard him say it with his own ears, Xia Xiqing's heart couldn't help but tremble.

"But no, I can't control this feeling that grows like crazy, he himself became love, and then I can't do it anymore, I start jealous, angry, fear, I hide in fear, afraid that you will find out what I'm thinking about you, and then Kicked me away, turned around and walked to the next person, hiding until I lost my sense of proportion, and there was no way to continue hiding."

His emotions were getting heavier and heavier, making it difficult for him to speak, "You know, I have thought more than once that if you were just an inanimate thing, such as a painting, a sculpture, Be mine, so I don't have to be afraid."

"These dark sides are so terrifying, they turned me into another person." Zhou Ziheng smiled with difficulty, "It started to torture me, and it forced me to torture you. I don't want to go on like this."

His footsteps were in the stagnant water, the sound of the water flow echoed in the empty culvert, the ripples pushed Xia Xiqing's legs layer by layer, trying to force him to retreat.

He should back up, he should run away.

But Xia Xiqing didn't move.

His mind turned very slowly.

He doesn't want to go on like this, what does he mean...

Want to end it? Finally can't bear it anymore.

"I want to make this superposition collapse right now." Zhou Ziheng stood in front of him and held his shoulders.

At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually hoped that he would be deaf, preferably not hearing anything.

It turned out that he did not dare to lift the lid.

"Xia Xiqing, I love you." The last light of the mint-colored sunset hit his face, he laughed, "The box is open."

"It's quite simple."

This expression and tone are exactly the same as Gao Kun who forced himself to smoke.

As the sun went down, the culvert began to darken a little bit.

Xia Xiqing still lowered his head. He didn't have the courage to say his answer. In fact, he didn't know the answer in his heart. All that flashed in his mind was the past.

"I'm not waiting for your answer." Zhou Ziheng touched the top of his head, his tone was terribly gentle.

His hand dropped again, but was caught by Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Xia Xiqing felt the ring on his left hand, but Zhou Ziheng avoided it. He raised his head, "I asked about the props, and he said this is not a ring for Gao Kun, why do you want to wear it?"

"No, this is..." Zhou Ziheng's eyes dodged a little, and Xia Xiqing was even more convinced that there was a problem, "What are you guilty of?"

"I don't." Zhou Ziheng quickly retorted, and then a self-sacrificing expression appeared on his face, "I have no guilty conscience."

He sighed, took off the ring, spread out his hand and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing's eyes were drawn to the ring at first, but when he was about to pick it up, he saw the real answer.

The place where his ring finger was covered by the ring was tattooed with a red rose.

That pattern and pattern were randomly drawn on his hand with a pen when he was asleep.

Xia Xiqing raised his head in disbelief, and saw Zhou Ziheng's dodging and embarrassed eyes, "I bought this ring on the side of the road to cover my tattoo. I'm afraid you will be embarrassed if you see it, but I like this little rose and want to keep it forever. hold it."

"I... I know that you may not like me now, and you can't completely believe what I say." Zhou Ziheng looked uneasy, and his words became incoherent, "I can, no, I mean, can we try, If you really don't like it, you can always..."

Before he could finish speaking, a pair of feet suddenly stepped on his feet in the stagnant water. Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled, as if immersed in some kind of blue-green potion for years.

"It's getting dark." Xia Xiqing raised his head, his eyes were bright, as if covered with moonlight, "Hold me."

Zhou Ziheng was overjoyed, his nervous heart was about to explode, he hugged Xia Xiqing tightly, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, "You, what do you mean..."

"Probationary period." Xia Xiqing buried his head in Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I can return it anytime, anywhere, is that okay?"

"Yes!" Zhou Ziheng was as happy as a child, and he almost cried again, "Of course, of course."

Seeing him so happy, Xia Xiqing began to doubt himself again, "I may not be able to overcome it, I have never really been in love with anyone..."

"Me too." Zhou Ziheng kissed the top of his head, "Let's try it together."