At the end of the interview, Zhou Ziheng stood up and bowed to the people in the interview team.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Thank you for your hard work with Ziheng and Xi Qing." The female host stood up, "You should be very tired."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "By the way, if the last question is inconvenient, you can cut it off."

The host said, "If you don't cut it, this excellent person should be seen by your family."

After all the work, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng took off their makeup at the shooting site and changed into their own private servers. When Luo, who was waiting in front of him, he hurried forward and said, "Ziheng, I'll drive you two back, anyway..."

Before the word "lu", Xiao Luo's mouth was covered by Zhou Ziheng. He also looked at the staff around him and glared at Xiao Luo fiercely.

What way to follow? He doesn't want others to know that he lives on the same floor as Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing stood aside, looking at the childish Zhou Ziheng, and couldn't help but get up. Is this the same person as Zhou Ziheng who was interviewed just now?

"You go back first, I'll call you a car for you." Zhou Ziheng took his cell phone, Xiao Luo looked at Xia Xiqing, and then Zhou Ziheng, "I don't need to go back by myself, I can stop the car at the door." He turned over Zhou Ziheng's car key and handed it to him, "Then Ziheng, you drive back by yourself?"

"There is no schedule tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng took the key and put it on his index finger and turned it around. "Don't arrange a schedule for me this week. I'm going to have class and the midterm exam is about to be taken."

In the midterm exam? Xia Xiqing came over. Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glared at him, put the key back in his pocket, pushed Luo Luo's shoulder to the Xiaxia where he left the shooting location, watched him get into the rental car, and then turned to the underground garage, but found Xia Xiqing following him.

"Why are you following me?" Zhou Ziheng, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, spoke in a muffled voice, and stuffed his hands into his pocket.

On the early morning night, the temperature is still cool, and the seasons that are not connected with the same green and yellow are related to the same green and yellow.

Xia Xiqing stuffed his hand in his pocket as usual, stood by Zhou Ziheng, and hit his shoulder with his shoulder, with his face on, "Handsome guy, just take me home by the way."

He deliberately bit the two words along the way, just to appreciate Zhou Ziheng's cute expression when he was panicked.

Zhou Ziheng hid behind, and his voice became weaker, "Whoever follows you, call a taxi back by yourself."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng really opened the car door by himself and didn't plan to send him home, Xia Xiqing shook on the spot twice, "But it's too late now..."

"Are you still afraid of danger?" Zhou Ziheng opened the car door and said stumbled, "You are obviously the most dangerous person."

Xia Xiqing, who didn't know that Zhou Ziheng's notation for himself was "terrorist", grabbed the car door, "And it's hard to get a car in this place."

Zhou Ziheng got into the car by himself, "I will always call you."

"But you brought me here, don't you know the principle of sending Buddha to the West?"

"have no idea."

Looking at Zhou Ziheng who was unable to get in, Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay. Then I'll go back alone." After that, he turned around, held his arm pitifully and walked two steps, looked around the underground garage, and spoke lightly.

"Oh, it's so dark here..."

three.

two.

one.

A light suddenly lit up behind him, and the light flashed over Xia Xiqing's shoulder and hit the front, illuminating the dark road. Seeing his shadow on the ground stretching, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but get up.

"Get into the car, I'm so annoying." Zhou Ziheng parked the car next to Xia Xiqing and opened the car door for him.

I knew that this moral model would not throw him here.

Xia Xiqing went to the co-pilot with a seemingly unfair expression. He took the car door sideways, and turned around and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Zhou Ziheng in the driver's seat held the steering wheel with one hand, took off the black baseball cap on his head with the other hand, and put on a hooded hat.

With his face tilted, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng in a daze.

"See what I do, wear a seat belt."

Xia Xiqing suddenly realized that the last time he pretended to be drunk was in this car, and he hugged Zhou Ziheng while he was wearing his seat belt for him, taking advantage of him.

"Why do I feel familiar with this car?" Xia Xiqing pulled the seat belt, "Really, I really want to dream of riding your car, this is how it feels." While talking nonsense, he glanced at the side and saw Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple moving up and down nervously.

Too interesting.

"You're just dreaming." Zhou Ziheng threw down this sentence and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Xia Xiqing pressed the brim of the hat. Thinking of the scene when Zhou Ziheng put a hat on himself just now, he spoke in a joke, "Are you afraid that the paparazzi would take a picture? You just don't want people to know that I live with you."

"Who lives with you?" Zhou Ziheng was almost furious.

"Ah no, right, I live next door." Xia Xiqing looked at himself in the rearview mirror, put his hair behind and tied his hair with a small braid, "Hey, if you really took a picture, would someone else be a girl for me, and then make a fuss about you, a scandal insulator."

The last few words were obviously a sarcastic tone. It didn’t seem like praising him for not hyping scandals, but more like mocking him as “mother-fetal solo”. Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that his self-esteem was offended, so he began to argue, “Girl? Is it a girl of 1.8 meters?”

"What's the matter with 1.8 meters? Anyway, you straight men look at your face." Xia Xiqing turned his head and looked at him, and the corner of his mouth on his left curled up slightly, "My face is not disgusting at least."

He came over and got very close. Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt embarrassed and deliberately did not turn his head to look at him. He looked straight ahead, with awkward tone, "Don't disturb me from driving."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, raised his hands and made a surrender gesture, leaned back to the back of the passenger seat, leaning against the car window glass to look at the window. The streets were empty in the early morning, with rows of lonely street lights hitting the ground.

The car suddenly became quiet. Zhou Ziheng recalled the scene when he sent Xia Xiqing back to the hotel uncontrollably. He just hugged Xia Xiqing tightly, and his soft lips rubbed against his side neck.

Saying that something was wrong, Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and touched his neck.

That wonderful touch is like a sequelae after the shock, and it has been going on until now.

"Why."

Xia Xiqing's voice suddenly sounded, scaring Zhou Ziheng's hand trembled, and his hair stood up with guilt, "What are you doing?" He didn't know what he was guilty. Every time he was alone with Xia Xiqing, he always felt something was wrong.

"Why do you want to grab my hand?" Xia Xiqing was still leaning against the car window, and the shadow under the brim of the hat covered his two sides, making it difficult to see his exact expression, "When the lights broke."

The hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and after passing the intersection, Zhou Ziheng answered.

"Because you told me you are afraid of the darkness." Zhou Ziheng's tone was plain, without too much ups and downs. "If it were another person who revealed his weakness to me, I would be willing to protect him."

He is worthy of being a moral model.

The face under the brim of the hat became cold.

"So, the same is true, is your last rhetorical question tonight? Is it the same reason?"

Zhou Ziheng paused, "Yes."

Indeed, if someone else had questioned this way, Zhou Ziheng would have questioned, because his personality made him unable to ignore these biased or even disrespectful things. He was indeed lying.

The hand that stretched out in the dark was not just about the equal desire for protection. But he still couldn't find what the "subconscious" that was always there, and he could only deceive himself for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn. Xia Xiqing didn't speak again, which made Zhou Ziheng's chest feel a little stuffy. In fact, he had a lot of questions to ask him, such as why he promised to shoot a magazine himself, and why he didn't continue to ask why he regretted not pick him up in person.

And why are you afraid of the dark?

He didn't want to ask. This kind of moment was subtle, just like two people playing childish games sitting face to face, looking at each other.

Whoever blinks first will lose.

After meeting Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng became competitive and competitive, and didn't want to be the one who blinked first.

Then they returned to the apartment building where they lived in silently. The two of them took the elevator one after another and walked into the porch on the top floor. Xia Xiqing walked in front and stretched out to open the lock of his own door.

"Hey," Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded behind him, "I'm going to give it back to me with the hat."

Xia Xiqing turned around, leaned against the door with a bad face, and vomited a word.

"No."

Surrendered. Zhou Ziheng frowned, "Why are you such a rogue?"

"It's not the first time you've seen me," Xia Xiqing walked over to him, and said lightly, "Why, I'm just now finding out I'm a rogue." After that, Xia Xiqing was almost coming to his side, and looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes slightly. Zhou Ziheng, wearing a mask, turned over his spirit impatiently and reached out to take the hat back, but Xia Xiqing grabbed his wrist.

"Do you want it?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "I'll give it to you, I want to exchange conditions."

Zhou Ziheng shook his hand away, "This is my thing, why do you want to exchange conditions?"

"I never know who I am. Anyway, as long as I want it, it will be mine in the end." Xia Xiqinglu stroked Zhou Ziheng's shoulder with a beautiful hand last time, "I'm going to take away the conditions."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's collar and kissed Zhou Ziheng through the mask.

Xia Xiqing, who was originally half closed, raised her upwards, and her breathtaking pair of peach blossoms crashed straight into Zhou Ziheng's with a sense of intent. It was completely different from the first intense and strong kiss. Through the thin mask, the soft lips were tightly pressed together.

The moment before Zhou Ziheng recovered from waking up, Xia Xiqing opened her mouth slightly and gently bit Zhou Ziheng's lips through the mask.

Everything lasted only ten seconds, and all the movements seemed to be put into slow motion, playing slowly frame by frame. He had clean and pure makeup, slender eyelashes, and the mole on the tip of his nose, and all the pictures were kept in mind.

Xia Xiqing, who was on the corner of her crooked mouth, took off the baseball cap she was wearing and pressed it on Zhou Ziheng's head.

“deal.”

Turning around, I returned to my home simply and neatly.

At the end of the game, my eyes were sore and swollen that I was almost unable to hold on, but finally I couldn't hold on.

The hand clenched his fist hit the door behind him hard, and Zhou Ziheng took off his hat irritably and returned to his home. What annoyed was that Xia Xiqing could easily overturn the line of defense he had built up with painstaking efforts. No matter how hard he tried, he would not admit it.

I am still the one who blinks first.

Many days after the magazine was filmed, Xia Xiqing had never met Zhou Ziheng, and he did not contact him. In order not to implicate him, Xia Xiqing specially "please" Xia Zhixu to help him blackmail the camera on the porch. The exchange was a series of out-of-print high school photos taken by Xu Qichen after he bought the SLR in the second semester of his second year of high school.

The day before yesterday, the magazine's cover was posted in advance. The official blog was very good at doing things. He posted the two pages of the cover and attached the text - "Double magazines must have double covers, single choice questions, aorb?"

[Self-study makes me happy]: will answer questions, Tsinghua and Beijing.

[It is hard tolerate the principles of self-study without being popular]: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Hengheng's most aggressive history]: What kind of Hengheng is in the first edition? The sting of pheromones makes me unconscious!
To be continued...