Chapter 92 Soulmate

Under the splendid nebula, the two embraced each other and exchanged a warm and lingering kiss. The starlight covered their shoulders, obscuring their deepest desire for each other. Xia Xiqing reached out to find Zhou Ziheng's hand and wanted to hold him, but the other party accidentally lost the switch of the universe when he let go.

While holding his shoulders and backing up, Xia Xiqing's beautiful leather shoe toes accidentally stepped on it, and the red nebula explored in an instant, closed, and turned into endless darkness. Zhou Ziheng's reaction was quicker. He hugged Xia Xiqing tightly and kissed him deeply and lingeringly. The wet sound of water was amplified by some kind of malfunctioning sense in the dark, like a pair of invisible hands mixing up the gradually violent breathing. .

"Ziheng..."

"Don't be afraid." Zhou Ziheng's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, his body pushed Xia Xiqing's body, groping in the darkness, the physical fear and desire were covered in layers, and it was impossible to tell who it was. Whoever defeated, Xia Xiqing only felt that he was retreating again and again, and there was no way to retreat. His back was leaning against a wall. Zhou Ziheng's kiss was full of aggressiveness, as if his desire was still there, and his soft tongue stirred his heartbeat. His legs were weak, and he had to press his palms against the wall to stabilize his body, which began to flow like quicksand.

"Turn on the light." It was hard to find a gap in the hot and humid kiss, like a green escape sign in the dark. Zhou Ziheng's white sweater seemed to glow in the dark night, covered with a faint glow of firefly.

He longed to find light in him.

"Please." Zhou Ziheng bit his lower lip, the soft and fragile touch made him addicted.

"……Please."

He has already given all of himself, and this pride is nothing.

Zhou Ziheng stretched out one hand to turn on the light, and the other hand covered Xia Xiqing's eyes. When the light reappeared, Xia Xiqing felt only the red light flowing between Zhou Ziheng's fingers, soft and ambiguous.

He licked his dry lips due to the evaporation of saliva, opened it slightly, and looked at Zhou Ziheng with his eyes covered with water vapor, like a thirsty fish, his arms wrapped around his neck unconsciously, which was his favorite way. .

The two kissed fiercely at the entrance, with scorch marks burned by the fire of longing along the way, and the kiss made Xia Xiqing's legs go weak. Once, it didn't fall.

"What is this..." Confused, Xia Xiqing squinted to see and saw a note on the box.

My gift to you. - Zhao Ke.

"What's this?" Xia Xiqing turned to look at Zhou Ziheng, and there was still confusion on his face, but Zhou Ziheng dodged too clearly, "It's nothing, let's go into the room."

"Oh?" Xia Xiqing raised the corner of his mouth, and he read a word a thousand times over and over again, which caught Zhou Ziheng's heart without error. While he was shaking, Xia Xiqing used the toe of his leather shoe to lift the lid, but let him touch the contents inside. Son is awake.

"What's this all about?" Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of his lips, squatted down lazily, the tip of his index finger hooked up a black satin blindfold, and shook it in front of Zhou Ziheng's eyes, took out another pair of handcuffs, and broke it. Twice, and a long rope was pulled out by him.

"I don't know, I thought it was sent by the "Escape from the Sky" props team."

Zhou Ziheng laughed dryly, and when he saw that there were even more over-the-top special items in the box, his eyes were smeared, and he was almost mad at Zhao Ke.

"This was given to me unilaterally by him as a fortress, and it does not represent my own will."

Hearing Zhou Ziheng struggling to death so rigidly, Xia Xiqing almost laughed, but he still held back, picked up the blindfold, handcuffs and rope in the box, grabbed the end of the rope with his fingers and swayed it, like a hunter ready to trap his prey . His eyebrows were raised, his eyes frivolous. Zhou Ziheng was trapped in this way, from a hesitant hunter to a prey who asked for anything.

Time ignites the flame, throws it into the sky, and explodes clusters of fireworks, and finally falls in the calm ocean, and the spark melts in the ripples.

I don't remember how long it took, but Xia Xiqing gradually regained his sanity and clarity, feeling that his soul that had been knocked out finally returned to this muddy body. He was weak all over and his bones were sore. He lay on Zhou Ziheng's chest like a cub with no self-care ability, letting his arms go around his shoulders and fingers poking at the roots of his sweaty hair.

The beating of his heart hit his eardrum across his chest, like an intimate greeting.

"Are you tired?" Zhou Ziheng lifted his neck and kissed the top of his head. He heard Xia Xi snorted hoarsely. .

Xia Xiqing glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and realized that it was almost midnight, so he took out his mobile phone to read Weibo.

"You only have so little time left for your birthday," Zhou Ziheng grabbed the phone with some dissatisfaction, "Can't you leave it to me?"

"I want to see what the name of your perfume is."

Zhou Ziheng was delighted, "Then ask me."

Xia Xiqing grabbed the phone back, "No, I just want to watch it myself." He just wanted to wait until 23:59, and the sense of ritual of waiting satisfied him.

Finally, the official Weibo of the fragrance brand released the names of the two fragrances on time, which made Xia Xiqing feel amused, and he simply waited in vain.

"What are you doing, one is called NC27, the other is called G23, and it's like a lipstick number." Xia Xiqing was dumbfounded, although he understood what Zhou Ziheng meant, how could others understand.

Who would have thought, not even Xia Xiqing would have thought that these replies would be under the Weibo where the name of the perfume was disclosed.

[@Field of Hope: As a loyal viewer of the show "Escape From Life", I had the urge to decipher the code when I saw the name of this perfume... It's too deep into the play...]

[@Self-study Chong Ya: Isn’t Zhou Ziheng, a science and engineering man, really making a puzzle? ]

[@我爱爱Alpha: When I first saw this design, I thought the name of the perfume would be related to stars or roses. After all, there are quicksand and roses. Who would have thought the name would be so hard-core hahaha. ]

[@Escape from life is never over: I don’t think it’s that simple. It’s easy to think of passwords with numbers and letters. Applying the fence password in the first episode of the program is to divide the clear code into two columns by skipping. Assuming that these are divided into two columns, then the clear code should be restored to NGC2237, but it seems that it is meaningless. Ah... It's also possible that my brain is too big and too deep into the play, everyone just take a look haha. ]

[@hengheng attacked the universe to reply @escape the day will never end: meaningful! Sister, you are awesome! I just checked it out. NGC2237 is the name of a nebula. The shape of this nebula is the same as a rose. I even made a special map. It's super beautiful. ]

[@Zhou Ziheng is an angel: My mother, that picture is so beautiful, and the design of these two bottles of perfume is that one is the universe and the other is a rose. Together, it is NGC2237, the rose in the universe! God, Zhou Ziheng, what kind of romantic engineering man! ]

[@我hengchao A: Zhou Ziheng completely overturned my courtship standards, because I couldn't find such a man at all... Or he would come out of the closet and let me give up completely. ]

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"It was actually deciphered by them." Xia Xiqing thought it was too magical.

Zhou Ziheng wrapped his arms around his shoulders and smiled, "After watching so many episodes, I have developed this sensitivity." He suddenly lowered his head and looked for something in the gap of the sofa, and finally Xia Xiqing was lying down. Touched that spot.

"What are you looking for?"

Zhou Ziheng put his hands behind his back, grinning, Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to go around to grab it, and he took it out obediently. It turned out to be a bottle of perfume, with quicksand flickering in the black ink-like liquid, shining under the light, and in the center of the bottle was a small red rose.

"This is the combination of NC27 and G23, NGC2237." He stuffed the perfume into Xia Xiqing's arms, "This is the real limited edition, the brand made this one for me alone." Zhou Ziheng's tone was a little childish Proud, "Others are only half, you are complete and unique."

At a time like this, Xia Xiqing finds it difficult to maintain his emotional management. Is there anyone in this world who is not moved by Zhou Ziheng? The answer must be no.

"Try it and see if you like it?"

Xia Xiqing was a little reluctant, but this feeling was like a little girl who didn't know much about the world, hesitating. He finally took off the lid and sprayed a little on his wrist. A cool mist of water covered his head, creating a storm of roses, but it wasn't the kind of sweet smell, cold, empty, mixed with a hint of it. The pungency of pepper and the clean white musk are tainted by the lingering scent of love in the air, which is somewhat ambiguous.

How can we describe this complex aroma? He stretched out the inside of his wrist, rubbed Zhou Ziheng's neck, and leaned in his arms to sniff.

Probably an emotional rose in the icy world.

"Like it?"

His body was weak, his mind was dizzy, and the perfume was like a soft satin covering him from head to toe. He could only nod his head and kiss Zhou Ziheng's side neck. He said softly that he liked it. Maybe it was too light. Repeated again firmly, "I like it."

"That's great." Zhou Ziheng hugged the person in his arms contentedly, he couldn't describe how good his mood was. This time, the perfume made him realize the creation outside the performance. It turned out that designing and inventing a thing would give people such a great pleasure. The most important thing is that Xia Xiqing likes it.

This is the highest value standard in Zhou Ziheng's creation.

Gently shaking the beautiful glass bottle in his hand, the shimmering fragments flowed, and the little rose was like a fresh heart.

"I still want to see that." Xia Xiqing pressed his pointed chin against Zhou Ziheng's chest and looked up at him, "Show me."

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his soft hair, and his tone was full of pampering, "Okay." He sat up and first took the gray fleece blanket on the other sofa and put it on Xia Xiqing's body, picking it up. The controller on the ground turned on the hologram, turned off the lights in the living room, and then climbed onto the sofa and hugged Xia Xiqing.

"Do we look like a couple camping on the top of the mountain?" Zhou Ziheng laughed.

Xia Xiqing tilted his head against his shoulder, looking at the slowly flowing starlight, his tone was uneven, "You are talking about the setting of a horror movie. Generally speaking, they will die in the next scene."

Zhou Ziheng smiled, stretched out his hand and squeezed his face, "How can there be such an unromantic artist as you."

Then how can there be such a romantic engineering man as you. Xia Xiqing said in his heart.

But he still didn't say anything in the end, he just stared at the rose in the universe, and after a long time he said, "Actually, I have always been curious why you chose to study physics. From my perspective, one has participated in performances since childhood. It's hard for people in the arts to go back to scientific research, which seems contradictory. No, I mean..."

As he was talking, Xia Xiqing suddenly overturned his own words, he raised his head and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes, his pupils were full of starlight, with a kind of breathtaking gravitational force, "It's not a contradiction, it's just people Inexplicable. Even if you are really a genius, it will make people suspect that this person is too greedy."

Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm just greedy, that's my nature."

I think the most beautiful things in the world, I want to give you.

"However, in any case, this choice is great," Xia Xiqing lay back in his arms again, "I have always felt that physicists are special and romantic since I was a child."

"why?"

Xia Xiqing's voice was very light and a little hoarse, "Because they care about the romantic situation. And they care about the way they are different from poets. It is a kind of concern and thinking about the essence. Just from this starting point, most people in the world have already Excluded because too often we only care about appearances."

He stretched out his hand, as if trying to get a handful of that illusory starlight, "A person who really cares about the direction of the flow of wind and water, the law of the replacement of the sun and the moon, and the origin of the universe, how can you say that he is not romantic? Well. Not just romance, but a broad, great romance."

For some unknown reason, Zhou Ziheng felt a subtle touch when he heard such words coming out of Xia Xiqing's mouth. It was as if under the Milky Way, a pair of flashing fireflies were floating, knocking on the door of his lonely heart.

His soul is taking a stand, no, talking.

He said, I am the same person as you.

This kind of soul contact left Zhou Ziheng's mind blank for a moment. He suddenly didn't know what to say, so he had to go back to Xia Xiqing's previous question, "I want to answer your question just now, about why I want to study physics. Actually, I have contacted physics. It was indeed after I acted, probably..."

He recalled, "When I was ten years old, I was very impressed. At that time, I was waiting for a night show in the crew, because the crew was in the mountains, and when I sat on the reclining chair at night, I could see the beautiful starry sky, unlike now Beijing."

Xia Xiqing was like a child, leaning on his chest and listening quietly, the ethereal aroma of roses and white musk surrounding him.

"At that time, I had memorized all my lines, so I was reading a book. I remember that I was reading "Feynman Lectures on Physics." There was a passage in it that completely changed me. It was actually a story. There was once a physics researcher, He was looking at why stars can glow and heat continuously without interruption."

Saying that, Zhou Ziheng pressed the controller in his hand, and the magnificent rose nebula in front of Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly enlarged, as if it was flying towards him with countless stardust.

Finally, it stopped, and the center of the stamen shone with a dazzling light.

"This is a star. Why does he keep glowing and hot, where does his energy come from and where does it go? That's what the researcher's team worked on. Later they discovered that the energy came from stars. There was an uninterrupted nuclear reaction. Then one day he went for a walk with his girlfriend, who, like many people, looked up at the stars and let out a common, almost subconscious sigh.”

Extending his fingertips and touching the virtual and shining star in front of him, Xia Xiqing suddenly said, "How bright is this star."

Zhou Ziheng was amused by the tacit understanding, "Yes, that's it. Then the researcher said to her, 'Yes, at this moment, I'm the only person in the world who knows why it shines.'"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Ziheng turned his face to look at Xia Xiqing, "I was a child who didn't understand anything at the time, and after reading this story, my blood boiled, it's really cool, maybe it's because I've already acted in a lot of dramas. , the common problem of acting made me substitute into that researcher unconsciously, and when I think that I am the only person in the world who knows why the stars shine, I get goosebumps."

There was a hint of excitement in his sincere voice, "It's that kind of resonance that changed me and made me choose this path. At first, others just thought that I looked good when I was a child, and led me into this industry. But physics is not. It is completely my own decision. Even if I don't end up being the 'only' discoverer at this moment, and a seeker who keeps going, it would still be a heroic martyrdom."

Xia Xiqing cannot deny that Zhou Ziheng is indeed a convincing idealist, and other idealists always make people laugh when they talk about their dreams in front of him. But Zhou Ziheng is different, his sincerity and excitement will even infect you, pulling you into this vast starry sky together, making you surrender to the solemnity and greatness of science.

He is also very sure that Zhou Ziheng's future journey will not be limited to a script, his center of gravity will shift and he will return to his own track.

"I want to know, is it written in the book how the researcher's girlfriend responded?"

Zhou Ziheng smiled, pressed the controller on his hand to narrow the scope of the nebula, and a complete rose was restored in front of him, "She just smiled and didn't say anything."

As Xia Xiqing expected.

Whether it is an artist or a scientist, it is often lonely, so Xia Xiqing never cares about the opinions of others, and no one understands the right.

But the next second Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand, "But I know you're not."

Xia Xiqing was a little puzzled, "What?"

"If, I mean, if I were that researcher, and I said that to you, you wouldn't think I was joking." Zhou Ziheng turned his face and gave Xia Xiqing a warm smile, "You will definitely Ask me seriously."

"Why does it glow."

Unable to explain why, Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly became numb. He even felt that Zhou Ziheng's words moved him more than any warm and sincere confession. This was a great recognition, and he never wanted to admit it, but he had to admit that he liked this kind of recognition. .

He likes this shining person in front of him, he is better than all the people in the world. And this person is telling himself in a sure axiomatic way that you are the one in the billions of lives who really understands me.

You are my soulmate.

The author has something to say: Ten-year-old Heng Heng found the direction of his life under the enlightenment of a star.

In the same year, fifteen-year-old Xi Qing auctioned off the first work in his life and set foot on the starting point of his artistic life.

Ten years later, Zhou Ziheng returned Xia Xiqing's painting to him, together with his love, dreams, and Zhou Ziheng's own life enlightenment.