MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-Chapter 35 under the mount Fuji

Ruan Xiao was the last one to arrive. She was wearing a classic Burberry trench coat and her long hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked much more sophisticated than when they first met, but she still had a sweet smile.

"The second episode will be aired today." Ruan Xiao said to Shang Sirui with a smile as soon as he walked over, "You will definitely be on the hot search when the time comes, I have even thought about the entry, [Shang Sirui's acting skills are on the list]. "

"Isn't it [Shang Sirui pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger]?" Xia Xiqing joined the team making fun of Shang Sirui.

Shang Sirui puffed his mouth, swayed his body and bumped into Xia Xiqing, "Who is the tiger? You or Ziheng?"

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng, who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, as if he didn't intend to answer, so he smiled, "I'm the first to die, of course not me."

"Maybe you are the first to die tonight." Shang Sirui joked with a smile.

Ruan Xiao also laughed, "Don't set up flags indiscriminately."

"Ziheng doesn't talk much today," Shang Sirui deliberately changed the subject, "Maybe he's guilty of being a thief, but he's actually a killer."

"When did he like to talk?" Ruan Xiao inadvertently added a knife.

Being ridiculed, Zhou Ziheng raised his head, looked at Shang Sirui with sharp eyes, and said in a flat tone, "Okay, I'll be the first to kill you tonight."

Shang Sirui immediately walked over with a smile and hooked Zhou Ziheng's neck, "Don't, handsome guy, let me go. Hey, didn't you say last time that if it was the killer, you would be the first to kill Xi Qing? Don't forget your oath .”

As soon as he heard Xia Xiqing's name, Zhou Ziheng's expression changed slightly, and he pushed Shang Sirui away with a disgusted expression on purpose, "What kind of oath, I'm sick."

After Shang Sirui was pushed away, he entangled Xia Xiqing again, "You too. No matter who is the killer, you two must kill each other. You mean what you say."

Ruan Xiao crossed her arms and said, "Okay, if I were the killer, I would be the first to kill you, I promise."

Seeing Ruan Xiao's serious speech, Shang Sirui immediately asked, "Why, we have no grudges in the past and we have no grudges in the near future, how can you do this Xiaoxiao..."

"Because you talk too much."

Everyone was talking and laughing, Xia Xiqing noticed that Zhou Ziheng took off his sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He looks good without makeup, but the black cyan in front of him is a bit serious.

Maybe the exam is too hard? Xia Xiqing guessed.

Several people boarded the plane together, and the seats were all arranged together. Before getting on the plane, Xia Xiqing guessed that his seat must be next to Zhou Ziheng's. Sure enough, he watched Zhou Ziheng, who was walking in front, sit next to his corresponding seat.

Shang Sirui dragged him to walk behind, "Xi Qing, I'm in the row behind you." He walked over in three steps at a time, sat next to Ruan Xiao who was by the window, and said with a smile, "I might I will sleep to death, otherwise it will be more convenient for you to switch seats." Ruan Xiao readily agreed, and took out the steam eye mask from her bag, "You can sleep with this, it is comfortable to block the light."

Shang Sirui happily took one, and after saying a few thanks, he put down the seat and lay down.

Ruan Xiao was kind, Xia Xiqing also took off the blindfold, smiled at her, and then stood beside Zhou Ziheng who had already sat down, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Zhou Ziheng's long legs, which had no place to rest, took up too much space, so he retracted them and let Xia Xiqing in.

"Thanks."

This kind of alienated and hypocritical politeness made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable. Who would have thought that this person had an ambiguous lunch with him in the school cafeteria a few days ago, flirting with each other.

"You're welcome." Zhou Ziheng also responded with a smile.

When Xia Xi passed by him, Zhou Ziheng smelled an unfamiliar scent, like lemon, with a cool woody aroma, like cedar. This is not Xia Xiqing's style at all, but rather the taste preference of other men.

The deeper you think about it, the cedar smell becomes stronger, which makes Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.

As if adding evidence of guilt, he repeatedly argued in his heart about Xia Xiqing's promiscuity, thinking that he would be able to get out earlier.

From the corner of my eye, Xia Xiqing's slender hands rested lightly on the armrest beside the seat. The hand that once held his chest made Zhou Ziheng feel lingering fear, and made his mind that had calmed down in the past few days dizzy again.

After what happened a few days ago, there was an irresolvable gap between Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng, even though their previous relationship was not very close. But Xia Xiqing was born with pride, and his self-esteem was repeatedly hit. Even if he had a huge desire to conquer the person in front of him, he still needed a buffer period to recover his vitality.

Everyone before Zhou Ziheng would fall into the illusion he pretended, but he refused to sink. This incident itself reminded Xia Xiqing repeatedly that no one would really love you for a person like you.

Although he already understood this truth.

Xia Xiqing, who was reluctant to speak, chose to sleep. He looked at the steam eye mask in his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally put it aside, and simply closed his eyes and leaned against the window.

Zhou Ziheng looked at the blindfold he put up, and remembered the blindfolded eyes he had when recording the program for the first time.

Xia Xiqing is afraid of the dark, so wearing the blindfold in the secret room at first will cause adverse reactions.

That's why he took a gamble and used the fastest and most direct method to test whether there was another person in this room to help him escape from the darkness.

I don't know if it was because of the ups and downs of his mood, Zhou Ziheng couldn't sleep well, and he flipped through a book on quantum mechanics that he hadn't finished reading before.

The sunlight at 4:30 in the afternoon shone on the pages of the book, making the smooth pages fluffy, and it seemed that you could see those tiny white paper fibers swaying gently between the printed words, just like Zhou Ziheng's heart now, almost impossible A sway perceived by others.

Xia Xiqing, who was in a semi-light sleep, straightened his head slightly, closed his eyes, and as his head was raised, his neck stretched out long, like a swan falling into a coma in the sun.

Zhou Ziheng forced himself not to look at him, but the dark screen of the laptop on his desk reflected Xia Xiqing's sleeping face. The protruding Adam's apple on his smooth neck is like a lonely mountain range on the plain, and what is buried under the mountain is nothing but Zhou Ziheng's heart. Whenever that little bump rolled slightly, his heart began to shake uncontrollably.

He suddenly indulged in such a quiet moment, although peeping is not a very decent thing, but at this time Xia Xiqing will not take the initiative to seduce him, will not make any dangerous actions, he just exists quietly in himself Beside him, it was like a volcano that temporarily died down.

Nostalgic for the cherry rain and snow light of Mount Fuji, but afraid of the hot magma gushing out at any time.

Human desires are always selfish and complex.

Compared with the face reflected on the screen, the book in his hand seems to be missing something. Zhou Ziheng's fingers flipped through two pages impetuously, and he couldn't help but feel sorry. It's not that the book is missing something, it's that a piece of my heart is missing.

Partly eaten by that snake in the Garden of Eden.

His eyes couldn't help but drifted to the screen again and again. Zhou Ziheng noticed that Xia Xiqing's brows were slightly frowned. Guessing that it might be too bright, he stretched out his hand as lightly as possible, trying to pull the sun visor on for him. When he touched the window, he heard Xia Xiqing's voice.

"Don't close it."

Xia Xiqing didn't open his eyes, but turned his head towards the window, his voice was hazy and hoarse, half dreamy and half awake.

"I can't sleep without light."

The fingers curled up involuntarily, and Zhou Ziheng withdrew his hand.

Xia Xiqing didn't fall asleep completely, his eyes closed, but his other senses became sensitive on their own. He could hear Zhou Ziheng's sound of flipping the pages of the book, and he deliberately slowed down the movement to prolong the friction of the pages, slowly drawing on his heart. He could also hear Zhou Ziheng's occasional long breathing sound, like a sigh, but not so much.

Under the sunlight, his closed eyes turned everything in his field of vision into a hazy orange-red color. As his consciousness gradually sank, there were waves, which reminded him of Monet's "Sunset on the Coast". warmth.

Light has no shape.

Closed eyes have the most accurate perception of light.

So the moment Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand, Xia Xiqing woke up quickly. His longing for light made him unable to sleep peacefully. Fear, dread, those emotions that he had locked up in the dark all of a sudden surged out.

No one understands. Xia Xiqing knew.

Zhou Ziheng never tried to disturb his sleep again, and he couldn't even hear any voice from Zhou Ziheng.

Normally, it was difficult for Xia Xiqing to fall asleep on the plane. It felt like being on a small boat, floating and sinking with the turbulent waves, but this time, the small boat seemed to have been drilled into a small hole , the water slipped in quietly, and he sank a little bit with the hull, sinking into a deeper dream.

In the dream, he didn't seem too big. Everyone in the field of vision was tall, drowning himself, hot blood flowed from his chin to the clothes on his chest, and the little cartoon character was dyed red. There were people coming and going in the hospital, he was dragged by an unfamiliar person, like a rag doll held by only one hand, his body was shaken carelessly, and he went to the operation filled with the smell of disinfectant room.

The quarreling sounds in my ears did not stop, the abnormal feeling of the cold needle piercing through the anesthetized skin, and the tears that could be shed unscrupulously as a child.

The woman screamed sharply.

[Why did I give birth to you in the first place! ]

[It’s fine if you don’t exist. ]

[You are the beginning of my miserable life. ]

Looking down, he was no longer wearing the blood-stained clothes, and there were no cartoon characters. The pain guides him to reach out, and the bruises on both arms, one after another, golf clubs, or other expensive metal products, as long as they are suitable, are worthy of leaving marks on his body.

Like a canvas, it is not a pity to be filled with it.

[The people who love you the most in the world are your parents, you know? ]

The whole class made a unanimous voice of immature children.

[knew-]

knew.

I really want to raise my hand and ask a question.

Teacher, what if my parents don't love me?

Then in this world, there are still people...

The water submerged his breathing, and the suffocating feeling of drowning made Xia Xiqing wake up in an instant, like a dying fish, sucking the air it needs to survive violently. He raised his hand in panic and touched his chin on that scar.

It was dusk when I opened my eyes, and the clouds high in the sky were dyed with magnificent colors. The vulnerable side revealed in his sleep made him full of defense. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Ziheng staring into his eyes. Xia Xiqing wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, turned his head, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was sharp, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have just come out of a state of distraction, a trace of confusion and guilt appeared on that chiseled face.

"How long have you been watching?"

Xia Xiqing guessed how he behaved when he was haunted by nightmares. Maybe he grabbed the fabric of the seat with his fingers nervously, maybe he babbled in his sleep, or there were even more embarrassing behaviors. He tried to find the answer from Zhou Ziheng's reaction.

"It's been a while..." Zhou Ziheng lowered his deep eyes and looked towards a certain corner with a guilty conscience. His long and dense eyelashes were illuminated by the sun, casting long, flickering shadows on his lower eyelids.

He wasn't lying. Zhou Ziheng is a stubborn person, but he doesn't like to lie.

"What are you looking at?" Xia Xiqing, who was spied on his vulnerable side, raised his thorns unconsciously, "What did you see?"

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes again, reflecting the clouds outside the window, looking extremely sincere.

"The Tyndall Effect."

This answer surprised Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng did not lie.

After Xia Xiqing fell into a deep sleep, it was as if a feather fell from Zhou Ziheng's heart, and it fell lightly, and the places it touched were itchy, but the feather couldn't fall to the ground anyway.

He finally turned to look at him.

The sunlight passing through the thick clouds covering three thousand meters came through the small glass window on that side, and the flying fine dust turned the air into a cloudy colloid like fog. The light passed through, leaving a wonderful and bright path, From the upper left corner of the window, obliquely downward at 60 degrees, along the extension line of the incident angle, it hit Xia Xiqing's chest straightly.

"When the Tyndall effect appears, light takes shape." Zhou Ziheng pointed at Xia Xiqing's chest, with the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Xia Xiqing lowered his head in a daze, looked at his chest, followed the shimmering path, and looked at the rose-colored clouds piled up at the corner of the window.

Sensitivity and worry, sharpness and defense, were defeated by a small physical phenomenon, and turned into a beautiful light that pierced the heart.

Zhou Ziheng, who was half a beat behind, suddenly realized that he accidentally smiled at Xia Xiqing just now.

After that day, he repeatedly warned himself not to establish a close relationship with him, no matter what kind of relationship it was, but just now he forgot the established principles again. But he saw Xia Xiqing who was as quiet as a coma in his sleep, and also saw the tears on his eyeballs the moment he opened his eyes, like glass beads.

He didn't know anything about Xia Xiqing, and there was no need to know, he always convinced himself like this.

But when he saw the thorn erected by Xia Xiqing after waking up, he seemed to see a small rose floating in the clouds.

I wanted to reach out to hold it, but I could only hold the bloodstains from the stab wound.

The plane was about to land, and the stewardess with exquisite makeup was walking in the aisle, reminding the precautions when landing, Zhou Ziheng closed the book that he didn't read much, and also closed the notebook on the table.

With great difficulty, Xia Xiqing gradually recovered from that long-lost dream. They left the plane, and the afterglow of the setting sun enveloped him.

"I'm so hungry." Shang Sirui had a good night's sleep, and discussed important issues for dinner with Ruan Xiao who was walking beside him.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyes in a daze to look at the clouds, the rose-colored sky, and the formless light.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Xia Xiqing took it out to check.

[Moral Model]: Share pictures.

It was a candid shot from the side view. The Tyndall effect captured accidentally in the lens, the wonderful background of the rose-colored clouds in the glass window, and the side face of myself in the dream.

And that tangible light that pierced straight into his chest.

Holding the phone, Xia Xiqing's heart throbbed.

He spoke in a low voice, without looking at the people around him, as if he was talking with the wind, "Why did you shoot me?"

The wind also brought him a response, with an imperceptible faint smile in his low voice.

"It's not you I'm shooting, it's the Tyndall effect."

Clearly sternly refusing, but unconsciously teasing.

This man is really naive and cunning.

The author has something to say: Note: When a beam of light passes through the colloid, a bright "path" in the colloid can be observed from the direction of the vertical incident light. This physical phenomenon is called the Tyndall phenomenon, also known as the Tyndall effect ( Tyndall effect)