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

"As an actor, I can't perform well in front of you. I want you to do it for me... But I can't even make an intimate move. I really don't deserve to play with you at my level."

Without any emotional experience, it is completely a blank sheet of paper. When encountering an opponent like Xia Xiqing, he can only be manipulated arbitrarily by him. But to be honest, even if he was manipulated and manipulated, he didn't complain, he was happy.

Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists with both hands, and then let go, "Actually, I never thought of playing tricks with you, I just really want to know..."

I really want to know where I am in your heart. I really want to know if you have the slightest chance of falling in love with me.

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

"...I'm sorry." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake in today's matter, I shouldn't refuse Song Nian, to be honest, doing so tortured myself." He took a deep breath , the angry expression on his face before disappeared without a trace, he smiled, "You are free, you can do whatever you want."

It's just my **** possessiveness that's torturing me, not your fault.

His heart was once a lush forest.

After falling in love with Xia Xiqing, this forest caught fire, with raging flames and billowing smoke. No matter how powerful the fire brigade was, they were helpless in the face of such a fire. They could only watch the flames spread until they were burned to ashes.

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 said such harsh words to provoke him. He seemed to be a different person.

If it was just any little lover who intentionally put on a show in front of him, Xia Xiqing would at most walk away and end the relationship without saying a word. He also knew that Zhou Ziheng hadn't done anything substantive at all, not even touching him. Song Nian.

He is just testing.

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

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

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

After waiting for a long time, Zhou Ziheng didn't wait for Xia Xiqing's words, his heart just soared high and fell heavily following his every move.

"It's okay if you don't want to forgive me now." Zhou Ziheng didn't even dare to touch Xia Xiqing. At first it was for acting, but now because of guilt, he was afraid that Xia Xiqing would make more violent resistance. "I'm sorry, don't be angry. It feels like you're a little..."

uncomfortable.

Before these three words could be uttered, Xia Xiqing, who was leaning against the dryer, almost stopped, and supported the sink with his hands. Zhou Ziheng raised his heart with a thump, and hugged Xia Xiqing in his arms without thinking about anything else. , Xia Xiqing pushed him with all his strength, but he couldn't push him away.

It was only then that Zhou Ziheng felt the abnormal heat coming from his body. He let go of his arms and reached out to touch Xia Xiqing's forehead, but he avoided him. .

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

"You see it when 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 to make gossip headlines, as long as you don't care."

I don't care anyway.

Xia Xiqing didn't speak or struggle. Zhou Ziheng sniffed and took his forehead away, "You have a fever, let's go back to the hotel."

"I'm a man. I have a cold and a fever. It's not a serious illness. They are still in the private room. I can just call Xiaoxiao."

Zhou Ziheng pretended that he didn't hear this sentence, and went on talking to himself, "Can you still walk? Forget it, don't go. I'll carry you on my back." He squatted in front of Xia Xiqing, " Come up, let's go back."

He also thought that sick people are very fragile, and he shouldn't use such a tough attitude. So he turned his head again, looked up at Xia Xiqing, "Come on."

Xia Xiqing's nose was sore, why did this person endure his meanness and absurdity again and again, the more he was like this, the more he felt hateful and pathetic. He deliberately made Zhou Ziheng jealous more than once, causing Zhou Ziheng to lose his due calmness and self-control. Zhou Ziheng just wanted to know what was in his heart, so he was tortured like this.

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

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

That song was indeed sung to myself.

Don't allow him to spoil you, don't rely on him.

It's easy to say. Xia Xiqing had never received so much love from anyone, so much that he was thinking from the beginning, if one day, if Zhou Ziheng didn't want him, what would he do.

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

But now, he is clearly loved, how can he pretend that he never got it.

How can I lose it calmly?

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

"With our relationship, you don't have to take care of me."

The words "not qualified" are probably more appropriate. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and said with a smile, "Who says it's unnecessary? Even if you're friends, you should take care of yourself when you're sick. No matter how bad it is, we're colleagues now..."

Xia Xiqing was stabbed in pain, obviously he was forcing him to say these words, but he didn't know why, but he felt so uncomfortable.

He carried him all the way downstairs. They came in an ordinary car this time. Zhou Ziheng took the key and put Xia Xiqing into the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and brought a thermos from the back seat. Unscrew the lid and hand it to him, "Drink some hot water." Zhou Ziheng sat on the driver's seat, then reached out and touched Xia Xiqing's forehead, "You are sweating cold." He took a small blanket from the back seat and covered Xia Xiqing and close the window for him.

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

It turned out that when he was sleeping in the dressing room in the afternoon, it was Zhou Ziheng who covered him with the blanket.

The hotel is not far from the KTV, it's 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, and it happened to be a red light. The car braked slowly and waited at the intersection.

"sorry."

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

"I..." Xia Xiqing held the cup tightly with his hand, 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 be able to do it, otherwise I won't say it." The traffic lights changed, and he stepped on the gas pedal , "And I provoked it first, in the final analysis it was my own fault."

Xia Xiqing lowered his eyebrows. If they tear their faces apart today, he might feel better in his heart. But Zhou Ziheng made such a compromise, which made him sad.

He was drowsy from the fever along the way, and his perception became blurred. He didn't wake up until Zhou Ziheng put him on the bed. He watched Zhou Ziheng cover him with a quilt, and every corner of the quilt was tightly tucked, airtight.

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

While taking his temperature, he went to fetch a basin of cold water, soaked his towel and wrung it dry, folded it and placed 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. A lot of his heart was hanging, "It's okay, okay, 37.7 degrees, low-grade fever, low-grade fever." The thermometer was placed on the table, "Otherwise, it's impossible not to take medicine."

Seeing him scurrying around like a headless chicken, Xia Xiqing felt even more uncomfortable.

"I was often sick when I was a child." After finishing 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 weak?

But Zhou Ziheng just held his hand like this, knelt on the side of the bed and looked at him with soft eyes, he couldn't bear to stop talking.

"One time I was so burned that I couldn't speak, but I still had to be dragged to an art banquet because my mother promised others to take me there." Every time Xia Xiqing talked about the past, his eyes were unconscious Hanging down, as if closing a door, afraid of being seen what is hidden inside, "I'm actually very uncomfortable. When I have a fever, don't my bones all over my body hurt? I cry. My mother will still cry at first." She coaxed me and told me to take me to see a doctor as soon as it was over, but I kept crying until everyone looked at me, and she felt that I didn't give her face and felt that I was ashamed."

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

Xia Xiqing sniffed, "I can't remember, maybe I went to kindergarten? Elementary school? Anyway, it's pretty small." He looked up at the ceiling and chuckled, "Since then, I never told others when I was sick. Don't cause trouble for others. As long as you don't die, it doesn't matter."

The way he said this sentence was exactly the same as Jiang Tong in the script.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the side of the bed, Xia Xiqing immediately turned his face to the other side, he didn't mind, but held his hand even tighter.

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

Xia Xiqing didn't speak, he felt that he was too willful. The sharpest thorn pierced into a mass of soft flesh, and he didn't flinch from the encounter. Instead, he endured the pain and wrapped his thorn in softness.

In the end, the thorns grow together with the soft flesh, which cannot be pulled out or cut off.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them, but he felt that there were two hands holding his hand tightly, never letting go, until he sank into the warm dream pool.

In the middle of the night, Xia Xiqing woke up from the heat, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Zhou Ziheng was hugging him tightly through the quilt, probably because he kicked him under 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 leaned on his own forehead, still murmuring in a daze, "Back, back... "

His hand patted Xia Xiqing's back lightly, like a habitual movement.

"good…"

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

Xia Xiqing didn't dare to look at his face until he finally fell into a dream, and tears flowed down without warning. He hugged Zhou Ziheng tightly and wept silently in his arms.

Why let yourself feel loved.

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

Zhou Ziheng was woken up by the alarm clock at five o'clock in the morning, and the time he slept intermittently 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 sleeping soundly. Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him for a long time. Finally, he kissed him quietly on the tip of his nose before he was willing to leave.

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

"…he's gone?"

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

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

When did I become like this.

Worry about gains and losses.

In the following week, both of them maintained the same relationship as before, Song Nian would still approach Zhou Ziheng enthusiastically, but he rejected them all, her role in the scene was not much, at best it was Gao Kun's unsuccessful first love.

The day she finished filming happened to be Zhou Ziheng's crying scene, 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.

In this section, the director used a hand-held close-up to capture the expression on Gao Kun's face.

"You... What's wrong with you? What do you mean?" Lingling's expression was a little impatient, "What do you mean by haggling all this time?"

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

"AIDS. I have AIDS."

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

"During the blood draw, the needle...the needle is polluted twice." Gao Kun lowered his head, "If I lie to you with one word, I will be struck by lightning."

Lingling didn't speak, she lowered her head and touched a cigarette, and pressed the lighter for a long time with trembling hands, but the flame couldn't be ignited. 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 smoke fell from her fingers, "When did you check it out? This week? Or last week?" She folded her arms with both hands, "You won't pass 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 stopped talking and turned around stepping on her high heels. The sound of high heels stepping on the concrete floor was crisp and cruel.

In fact, Gao Kun expected such an ending from the beginning, but he still didn't want to lie to her.

In the camera, Gao Kun lowered his head, stepped on the lighter on the ground, and the cheap plastic shell rubbed against the rough concrete floor, making harsh sounds.

His brows were about to wrinkle, but he forcefully stretched them open again, put his hands in his pockets, and grinned stubbornly.

The previous close-up shot retreated a little bit, and his whole body gradually appeared in the frame. Gao Kun lifted his foot and let go of the small lighter. He squatted down to pick it up, and she dropped it here before picking it up again. She handed the cigarette to her mouth, and then pressed it like she did before, several times, and finally got a fire.

The faint flame flickering in the wind devoured the cigarette bit by bit, and a wisp of erratic smoke finally got a chance to escape to the horizon.

Gao Kun took a big breath, his face flushed red from choking, and he coughed. The cough became more and more intense, so he could only cover his mouth. The smoke in front of the camera gradually dissipated, and tears suddenly poured out, and big drops fell to the ground. The light gray ground was soaked in liquid and turned dark, like stains on old clothes that could not be removed.

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. After wiping it off with his hand, he took another breath, exhaled the smoke like a sigh, then lowered his head, letting the tears fall.

"...Don't you learn to smoke now?" His voice was hoarse, and he smiled with his head down, his laughter was sad and desperate.

"Quite simple."

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

Soot fell like tears.

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

"Okay." The director stopped, but Zhou Ziheng was not like before, no matter how emotional the scene was, he could get out of it all at once, but it was over, he was still sitting there, his shoulders were still shaking.

Kuncheng realized something was wrong, and Xia Xiqing was by his side, so he was naturally the first to ask him, "What happened to Ziheng recently?"

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

"Is he broken in love? Isn't he not in love?" Kuncheng said in a heavy 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 obviously He has no experience in love." He smiled, "When he encountered emotional scenes before, he took off, and got out of that situation. If it is the general kind of young feelings, you can still use his acting skills Make up for it, but he can't act in a big show that really needs to be emotionally acted, he doesn't have that kind of heart-piercing emotion to act in."

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

"He suddenly became enlightened, I really didn't expect it."

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

"Ziheng, are you alright?" Song Nian said worriedly. Xia Xiqing's pace slowed down a bit.

Zhou Ziheng still lowered his head, raised his hand and waved it, as if refusing, Song Nian was hesitating whether to pull him up, a slender hand stretched out, took out the cigarette still held between his fingertips, and grabbed him. 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 else.

Xia Xiqing squatted in front of Zhou Ziheng, crushed the cigarette **** 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 patted the back of Zhou Ziheng's head , "So sad."

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

Xia Xiqing almost forgot that Zhou Ziheng was a child without any experience, and some only had a passionate and sincere heart, but no matter how eager Chicheng was, there were times when he would shrink back when cold.

He turned his head and smiled gently at Song Nian, "He may feel a little inferior when you are here, it's okay, he will be fine in a while."

Song Nian was very clear about such an obvious chase, and she also smiled, "Then I'll go there first, I'm wrapping up today, let's have dinner together tonight."

As soon as Song Nian left, Xia Xiqing reached out and hugged Zhou Ziheng, patted his head and laughed mercilessly, "Children cry like this."

Zhou Ziheng felt ashamed at first, but Xia Xiqing wanted to sprinkle salt on his wounds. In order to preserve his self-esteem, he had no choice but to reply, "You cried like that too."

Xia Xiqing was taken aback, thinking that he had found him crying in Zhou Ziheng's arms that day when he had a fever, so he pushed Zhou Ziheng away at once, "You were awake that day?"

"Why are you awake..." Zhou Ziheng wiped his face, "I'm not drunk. You are the one who is drunk. You are so drunk that you hugged me and cried, and kept crying."

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

"The day Si Rui 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 abruptly, took out a wet tissue and threw it into his arms, "Wipe yourself."

"Crying gave me a headache." Zhou Ziheng raised his head and pressed his temple. Xia Xiqing suddenly discovered that he was wearing a plain silver ring on his left ring finger, which he hadn't had before.

He wanted to ask, but hesitated again.

"The director is waiting, you go over quickly."

Song Nian is a character who knows how to make things happen. Everyone in the production team likes her. When the production 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 clothes. There was no one in the car. He closed the door and didn't turn on the lights. He suddenly heard a sound outside the car, which seemed to be Xiao Luo and Xiao Xiao.

"This Song Nian is really speechless. This is the trending search that their team bought, and these marketing accounts. Why is she so shameless? Who has an affair with him? What kind of family background do we have, how can we talk to her..."

"Hush! Keep your voice down so that Ziheng can't hear it, who else is there. Sister Jiang Yin will definitely take care of this matter. It's a trivial matter, so it's nothing."

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

[Zhou Ziheng and Song Nian are in love because of drama! ? Various lovers items stone hammer released? ]

This kind of title party... He clicked in and took a look. It was nothing more than some clothes and shoes of the same style, as well as screenshots of the video of the last time we went to dinner together, most of which were taken out of context. No matter how stupid Xia Xiqing was, he knew very well that Zhou Ziheng had no other intentions towards Song Nian.

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

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

Xia Xi cleared the cell phone and opened the car door all of a sudden, which startled Xiao Luo and Xiaoxiao who were still standing at the door.

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

"What's the matter? Why are you here?" Xia Xiqing took off his earphones, pretending he didn't know anything, "Go and eat, you guys." After he finished speaking, he walked towards the large army by himself, and met a small boy from the props team on the way. Girl, she smiled sweetly at Xia Xiqing, "Xi Qing, are you going to eat?"

"Well," Xia Xiqing also smiled politely, and helped her get a big bag containing props. The two walked two steps side by side, and he suddenly remembered something, "...By the way, Xiaomeng, your team is in charge of self-hanging Who is the owner of the prop?"

Before it was dark, Xia Xiqing escaped from the finale with an excuse, and walked around the narrow and crowded neighborhood of Hua'anli by himself wearing a mask. Zhou Ziheng made several phone calls, and he replied a text message, saying that he had something to do and went to the former classmate.

He has told too many lies, but now he finds that he is less and less able to lie, especially when facing Zhou Ziheng.

The sweltering temperature distorted the mood. Passing by an old video store, the sound quality of the loudspeakers was poor, but the songs played tasted good, at least not the kind of square dance accompaniment on the street.

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

[Who made my life very depressing

Opened the gates of heaven

I insist on chasing half of my hit

tough to complacent]

He looks down.

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

But he dared not step in, he did not belong there.

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

It would be great if he could boldly accept it and avoid it subconsciously.

But this is completely cutting off a part of my body, which is too difficult.

For some reason, he walked into a culvert, which seemed to be filled with water, and there was no one around. Xia Xiqing looked up and saw that this culvert was different from all the culverts in Huaanli. Its roof was not a steel bar that did not see the sky. It is cement, but a mint green plastic canopy. The sunlight that has not yet faded hits from above, refracting into a beautiful green, like a dream.

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

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

Suddenly, he heard a sound and was about to put on the mask. But it was not someone else who came around the corner of the tunnel.

It was Zhou Ziheng who was equally surprised.

"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 water surface pulled them together, becoming the only link between them.

His inferior lies were exposed just like that, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but lowered his head and laughed dumbfounded. After a while, he raised his head again, "I don't want to go to the wedding banquet, just wander around."

"You don't want to see me either?"

Xia Xiqing nodded, not lying.

Zhou Ziheng smiled wryly, looked up at the translucent culvert roof, the mint-colored sunset covered his face, "I found this place last week, it's very beautiful, right, once you enter, your 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 that I could swim freely in the sea just like those fish." The smile on the corner of Zhou Ziheng's mouth gradually faded, "It's been a long time since I went there. You shouldn’t be able to go casually in the future.”

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

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

"That's great. Just us two tourists."

"Um…"

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

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

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, without waiting for Xia Xiqing to respond, "I think that cat is so pitiful, if it were me, I would be reluctant to take it Put it in, but if I did, I would definitely be reluctant to open the box to see if he survived."

He suddenly smiled wryly, "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 just maintain the superficial happiness." Zhou Ziheng licked his dry lips, "We will be trapped in this superposition state forever, you may love me, or you may not, Anyway, no one knows the outcome."

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

Xia Xi had noticed it early in the morning, but hearing him say it with his own ears, Xia Xiqing's heart still couldn't help but tremble.

"But no, I can't control the crazy growth of this feeling. He turned into love by himself, and then I have nothing to do. I started to be jealous, angry, and fearful. I hid it in fear, afraid that you would find out what I was thinking about you, and then all the time. Kicked me away, turned around and walked to the next person, and hid 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 it would be nice if you were just an inanimate thing, such as a painting, a sculpture, Be mine, so I won't be afraid."

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

His footsteps walked in the stagnant water, and the sound of the water echoed in the empty culvert, and the ripples pushed Xia Xiqing's legs layer by layer, trying to force him to back up.

He should back off, he should run away.

But Xia Xiqing didn't move.

His mind was spinning very slowly.

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

Want to end it? Finally, I don't want to bear it anymore.

"I want this superposition to 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, and it would be best not to hear anything.

It turned out that he didn't dare to lift the lid.

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

"Quite simple."

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

As the sun sank, 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. What flashed in his mind was the past, and those injuries appeared all the time, breaking the self-confidence he had built up with great difficulty.

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

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

Xia Xiqing touched the ring on his left hand, but Zhou Ziheng dodged it. He raised his head, "I asked the prop, and he said this is not a ring for Gao Kun, why did you 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 didn't." Zhou Ziheng quickly retorted, and then there was an expression of abandonment on his face, "I'm not guilty."

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

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

Where his ring finger was covered by the ring, there was a red rose tattooed on it.

The patterns and patterns were drawn randomly on his hands with a signature pen while he was asleep.

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

"I...I know that you may not like me now, and you can't fully believe what I say." Zhou Ziheng's face became uneasy, and his speech became incoherent, "I can, no, I mean, can we give it a try, you If you really don't like it, you can always..."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of feet suddenly stepped on his feet in the stagnant water. Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled, as if he had been soaked 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 by moonlight, "Hold me."

Zhou Ziheng was overjoyed, his nervous heart was about to explode. He hugged Xia Xiqing tightly, as if afraid of his repentance, "You, you mean..."

"Trial period." Xia Xiqing buried his head in Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I can return the product 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 still 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."