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

Ronaldinho and several 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 only Zhou Ziheng was the only one, the situation would be better under control, but Xia Xiqing, who is on the other side of CP, is also there, and there is also a popular boy group top, Shang Sirui. Together, these few people have doubled the number of fans. Shang Sirui is a gentleman, he let the bodyguards protect Ruan Xiao all the time, and he followed behind Ruan Xiao.

Xia Xiqing was originally walking behind Zhou Ziheng, but unexpectedly, a fan came up and grabbed his sleeve, pulling his baggy white sweater, half of his shoulders were exposed. There were screams in his ears, and Xia Xiqing was dizzy from the noise, and he reached out to grab the clothes on his shoulders.

"Don't pull Xi Qing's clothes!"

"Xi Qing, Xi Qing's clothes!"

"Who is talking there, let go!"

Xia Xiqing couldn't help frowning, the work of being a star is really not for ordinary people, he would have lost his temper as usual, but now he can only bear it.

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

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

The girl who was holding on to Xia Xiqing looked up, and Zhou Ziheng looked down at her expressionlessly. Shocked by his aura all of a sudden, 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 obliquely in front of him, and used himself to hold Xia Xiqing and the fans together. separated.

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

His tone was very stern, "It's dangerous, and stampedes are prone to happen." His voice was a little louder, as if he wanted to tell everyone, "Everyone, stop crowding, it's not like we won't see you anymore, and there will be opportunities in the future. Watch your step and be safe."

Xia Xiqing, who was still very irritable, couldn't help laughing at this moment. This person really exudes the glory of a great and righteous saint all the time.

Putting ordinary stars aside, I have scolded them hundreds of times in my heart.

He tilted his head, looking at the bony hand holding his shoulder. He suddenly envied Zhou Ziheng, no, it's more like jealousy than envy. Because no matter what happens, he can deal with it with the brightest attitude.

Natural tenderness.

Even though he tempted and persecuted Zhou Ziheng again and again, he would still reach out to help him because of his moral conscience, trying to protect him, just like protecting anyone who needs protection, even if he is so miserable.

Xia Xiqing hated such people, hated people who lived like light, and their existence made him even more despicable.

The car of the program group took them to the recording location of this episode of the program. The time was tight, and dinner could only be taken care of during the styling period. Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui shared a large dressing room. After finishing the clothes, Xiao Luo and Shang Sirui's assistant came in with food.

"Xi Qing," Xiao Luo specially called Xia Xiqing, "you can eat some too. This restaurant is very famous in the local area, so it should suit your appetite."

Xia Xiqing responded with a smile, but didn't hold much expectation. Whether everyone had hot pot together before, or went to P Canteen alone with Zhou Ziheng to eat, Zhou Ziheng's taste was as light as ever, and he almost didn't touch chili.

But when he walked to the sofa, he saw Ronaldinho unwrapping one by one, only to find that half of the dishes were glowing red, and they were spicy chicken and Maoxuewang. The other half are some light dishes, which can be seen as Zhou Ziheng's taste at a glance.

"Ziheng ordered these by himself," Xiao Luo covered his mouth with his hands, and whispered to Xia Xiqing as if making a small report, "I didn't order them. If you don't like it, blame Ziheng haha."

Zhou Ziheng, who had just changed his clothes, opened the door and walked in. Unlike the previous private server, the clothes arranged by the program group looked much simpler, a dark blue long-sleeved sweater and light blue jeans. Strangely, this suit was similar to Xia Xiqing's. Surprisingly similar.

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

The program group wants to fire CP, so it's not possible to make the clothes so similar. Xia Xiqing smiled helplessly, he could almost imagine the crazy scene of online CP fans when the tidbits were released.

"Zi Heng, you're back, hey, your clothes look like Xi Qing's." Ronaldinho scratched the stubble on the back of his head, "Could it be the couple's outfit specially made by the program team?"

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

Xia Xiqing smiled softly, and sat down on the sofa, "You ordered this?"

"Who ordered it?" Zhou Ziheng also sat down, pointing at Xiao Luo with an expression that I don't know anything, "You ordered it, you want to kill me after ordering so many spicy ones."

Ronaldinho and Xia Xiqing looked at each other, and they almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

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

"That's it..." Xia Xiqing looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and the ending sound changed back to the previous one, light and ethereal.

Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would talk like this, but he was a little happy, thinking 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 made him feel distressed.

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

"Thank you." Xia Xiqing took the chopsticks from his hand without any politeness, "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 ate his side of the meal with his head down. It happened that Shang Sirui also came, humming a song. Xia Xiqing took a look, "So happy."

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

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

Shang Sirui didn't bother to care, he skipped over to the sofa, "It smells so good. You both have similar clothes." He tugged on his dark red coat, walked over to Xia Xiqing's side and sat down next to him, "Red and blue are CPs since ancient times!" After finishing speaking, he rested his chin on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "I want to eat it too. I want spicy chicken."

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

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

He ate a few mouthfuls of food in silence, not even wanting to lift up his chopsticks. It was as if a lemon was stuffed into his chest, and was repeatedly squeezed by a pair of invisible hands, and the sour juice flowed out.

He didn't eat much at all, so Zhou Ziheng got up to do styling. Shang Sirui was a little surprised, "Ziheng, you only eat this little."

"I might have an audition next week, and I'm managing my weight recently."

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

Shang Sirui's assistant unpacked the ordered fried chicken for him and placed it in front of him. Shang Sirui stuffed a large piece of fried chicken in one gulp, and complained indistinctly, "It must be that kind of bitter movie again. When will you take on a TV series, I'll give you a supporting role."

Zhou Ziheng, who started modeling, sat in front of the mirror and closed his eyes, saying, "Wait for me to act in a drama about pets."

Shang Sirui could only turn his grief and indignation into appetite, and ate fried chicken with the desire to beat Zhou Ziheng.

Before the recording of the program officially started, the four guests finally got together. Like the first episode, several men in black appeared, holding black blindfolds in their hands, ready to bring them into their own initial stage when the director called to start. in the room.

Only then did Xia Xiqing realize that Ruan Xiao was wearing the same color of clothes as Shang Sirui, a red denim jacket with black jeans underneath.

Is it possible that this episode tends to be divided into groups? The sequelae left over from the previous episode made him unable to help but focus on the looks arranged by the program group for everyone. Zhou Ziheng's clothes were almost exactly the same as his own, and Shang Sirui's and Ruan Xiao's clothes were also very similar.

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

If the screenwriter hadn't changed, follow the previous routine, and only after entering the secret room would you know the real story of the dungeon.

Xia Xiqing, who was immersed in thinking, raised his head and saw Zhou Ziheng looking at him. There seemed to be a trace 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 up.

Hold. He almost forgot about it.

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

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the chair, heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away, and the temporary darkness inevitably made him feel physically uncomfortable. Fortunately, the time was short, and not long after sitting down, I heard the familiar narration of the program.

"Hi everyone, welcome to "Escape from Life" again, first of all, please take off your blindfolds."

Can you take off the blindfold this time? Xia Xiqing was not used to it being so easy.

Anyway, wearing this is really uncomfortable, Xia Xiqing took off the blindfold without hesitation, 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, gray bedding, and some game figures, it looks 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 of this game. Players, please note that you are trapped in different rooms. To win the final victory, you must escape from your own room first. , collect the code clues of the outermost gate on the way, and crack the ultimate door lock. Of course, as in 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 , the points of all players will be cleared. The mobile phones in your hands can be used to vote anonymously 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. 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 following the cameras arranged by the program group according to his previous habits. This room is not very big, but the interior is full of decorations. There is a comfortable-looking bed and stuffed There is a full wardrobe, a small square rug on the floor, and a small table on the rug. On the table is the radio that the program group mentioned.

The overall layout looks very lively, as if it is a bedroom that has been lived in. The chair he was sitting on before was in front of the desk, and the desk was next to the head of the bed. On it were a laptop computer, a few stacked books, and an unturned desk lamp with a lampshade.

One thing is strange, the placement of many things in this room are circled, for example, the cup on the desk has a circle of shallow dents, as if engraved on the wooden table Similarly, Xia Xiqing picked up the cup, touched the dent, and tapped it with his fingers.

It's a hollow sound.

Not just cups, many objects in this room are placed in specific circles. Xia Xiqing found it very strange, but the evidence at hand could not give a reasonable explanation.

"By the way, the radio..." Xia Xiqing, who was recording the program, began to "talk to himself" quite deliberately, and he walked to the side of the square rug. After checking the carpet, there was nothing underneath, but it was the same as the previous cup, with a circle of dents the same size as the carpet.

He tried to turn on the radio, which was too old for him. There were three knobs on that little radio, one blue and two red. The red knobs are a bit different, one has a number 0 on it, the other has nothing.

blue?

He remembered the clothes on Zhou Ziheng, and guessed that the **** was almost the same as him, so he tried to turn it, but found that there was still noise. Whether it is going from the far left to the far right, or vice versa, there is no sound.

Xia Xiqing had already understood the degree of abnormality of the program group, and it was impossible to have such an easy problem to solve. He simply left the radio there without turning it off, and the moderate noise became the background sound for him to search for other clues.

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

To be precise, it is a butterfly specimen.

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

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

"Butterflies can fly, do you think they can be caught so easily?"

"I don't have so much free time to accompany you to catch bugs, I want to work."

But Xia Xiqing was stubborn since he was a child. On the afternoon when he was rejected by his parents, he came to the garden sullenly.

Just by chance, he saw a blue-striped butterfly fluttering its wings lightly, occasionally resting on the roses at the back of the yard.

His little heart skipped a beat.

In order to catch him, Xia Xiqing, a third-grade elementary school student, spent the whole night making tools, and sat in front of the steps with the small net for the whole afternoon.

In the end, persistently, he sprained his foot, scratched his calf and arm by roses, limped and excitedly pinched the net, and locked the beautiful butterfly into a delicate cage .

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

Indulging in this obsession every day, you can even forget the pain left when you get it.

Finally, the day came when he could bring the little butterfly to class and introduce it to everyone. Xia Xiqing stood on the stool and rummaged around. After searching for a long time, he found a piece of blue velvet that could match his little butterfly. Carefully put the piece of velvet on the cage, and led him to the classroom.

Some of them took little ladybugs, some beetles, and scarabs, none of them could compare with his little butterfly.

"Show you mine." He smiled so proudly, and lifted the piece of velvet.

Contrary to expectations, the blue butterfly that was supposed to be dancing was lying silently in the cage, motionless. No matter how Xia Xiqing cried or shook the cage with his scratched hands, he never flew away again. Get up and flap your beautiful wings towards him.

If only I hadn't caught this butterfly.

If I hadn't seen him on the rosebush that afternoon, hadn't tried to keep him with me, hadn't paid everything to try to have him.

I will not lose.

"Xia Xiqing."

"Xi Qing."

His thoughts were suddenly withdrawn from the memory, Xia Xiqing put down the butterfly specimen in his hand in a daze, and turned around.

The radio that had only noise just now made a sound.

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