When it is slow, it is like a slowed down lens, and every frame stays in the senses. But once the speed is increased, it is like quicksand that cannot be caught.
Summer is urged to arrive by the noisy cicadas.
? As graduation approached, Zhou Ziheng turned down all his work and devoted himself to writing papers at school every day. Originally, he thought he was neglecting Xia Xiqing like this, but the strange thing is that Xia Xiqing has also become busy recently, leaving early and returning late almost every day, and the two bumped into each other even during the busy period.
After working so dizzy and busy for several months, he finally finished his defense successfully, and Zhou Ziheng also had time to make up some previous work. On the last day of May, after returning from shooting commercials in Koh Samui, Zhou Ziheng called Xia Xiqing and asked him if he had time to have dinner together in the evening.
"Dinner" Xia Xiqing seemed to be busy on the other end, speaking intermittently, "I may be late. Otherwise, you can book a place first, and I will have time after eight o'clock. I will find you then."
Zhou Ziheng hummed, and when he hung up the phone, he glanced at the time, it was already past 4 pm. He told Ronaldinho to book a seat for him in a very private western restaurant, and went back to his home by himself. He set off for the restaurant at 7:30 in the evening, waited in the private room for half an hour, and finally waited for Xia Xiqing.
He looked very hurried, "I'm not too late."
"No." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand and found that his palm was wrapped with a circle of gauze, and his heart ached, "What's wrong? Are you injured? How did you do it?"
"It's just a small wound, it's fine, it'll be fine in a few days." Xia Xiqing rubbed Zhou Ziheng's ear, walked across and sat down by himself.
"How did you do it?" Zhou Ziheng asked again.
"Well" Xia Xiqing's expression hesitated, "It's nothing, it's just about the art exhibition, and I accidentally cut it."
"be careful."
Xia Xiqing blinked, and said lightly, "I know." He habitually supported the side of his face with his right hand, but as soon as he raised his elbow, he switched to another one, looking at Zhou Ziheng's face, "You've lost weight."
Before Zhou Ziheng answered his words, Xia Xiqing added, "I miss you so much."
His nature of playing in the world like him is rarely expressed in a sincere and straightforward manner, so even Zhou Ziheng couldn't help being stunned, not knowing how to give feedback.
He also misses Xia Xiqing very much, and thinks about him every minute of his spare time.
The two who hadn't had a good chat for a long time took advantage of the waiting time to talk for a while. When the waiter opened the door and came in to serve the appetizers, Zhou Ziheng's cell phone rang. It was his teacher's call.
"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."
Standing outside the private room and making phone calls for ten minutes, most of them were talking about applying for graduate students. After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ziheng turned around and pushed the door in. As soon as he closed the door, he saw Xia Xiqing who was chatting with him just now He fell asleep on the table.
His face was buried on the table, his left arm was under his forehead, his right hand was hanging down, and his whole body was exhausted.
What on earth are you busy with? You are so tired.
Zhou Ziheng stepped lightly, walked slowly to his side, knelt down and stretched out his hand to gently untie the gauze on his palm.
The gauze was taken off one by one, and the wound on Xia Xiqing's palm was finally exposed in front of his eyes, as if he had been cut by something. Although it was not deep, it was somewhat inflamed.
Zhou Ziheng's heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands. He wanted to re-wrap the wound for him, but saw his hanging fingers move.
Xia Xi woke up.
He first looked up and glanced at the empty chair opposite, then turned his head in confusion, his dull eyes searched the air for a long time, and only slowly focused when he saw Zhou Ziheng squatting beside him.
"Why are you here" When he was half awake, his voice was much softer than before, and his eyes seemed to be fogged with mist.
Zhou Ziheng stood up, touched his head, "Why are you so sleepy?"
Xia Xiqing didn't speak, just put his head against Zhou Ziheng's lower abdomen, and wrapped his arms around his waist, looking completely coquettish. Zhou Ziheng's broad palm stroked from the top of his head to the back of his neck, again and again, extremely gentle.
"Why do you look like you are petting a cat?" Xia Xiqing's voice was muffled, with a nasal sound that did not wake up, which sounded extremely cute to Zhou Ziheng.
You are cuter than a cat.
It is cuter than any small animal in the world.
Thinking of such a soft and willful Xia Xiqing that only he can see,?Particles and negative particles are entangled and dance together in the Milky Way.
The little boy holding the book raised his head, Zhou Ziheng also raised his head, his gaze moved up bit by bit following the beautiful spiral.
At the center of the big bang, at the top of the collision and fusion of positive and negative particles, there is a star hanging.
In Zhou Ziheng's gentle eyes looking up, they gleamed quietly.
"Excellent graduate of the School of Physics, I would like to ask you a question."
A familiar voice came from behind, which was the lowest probability Zhou Ziheng expected before seeing the sculpture.
The radio signal emitted from this vivid and beautiful space station travels through billions of light years, blows away the floating and scattered bright stardust, and breaks into his lonely and silent universe.
Looking back, his eyes caught up with the spaceship chasing the speed of light, and landed on that face that was more beautiful than Nebula.
The suspended heart arrived at the destination in his smile.
Xia Xiqing stretched out his right hand behind his back, holding a red rose in that gauze-wrapped hand, and handed it over. He raised his head and pointed to the shining star with innocent and gentle eyes.
"Why does it glow?"
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