〖Zhou Huang〗 Love first, respect first

When Huang Shaotian was lying on the side of the big bed wearing Zhou Zekai's clothes, he was still in a daze. Even if Zhou Zekai didn't like to talk anymore, he could still feel that something was wrong with him.

But Huang Shaotian didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to ask, he could only glance at him, and then again after a while.

After a long time, Huang Shaotian suddenly said, "Zhou Zekai, I found that you are very good at taking care of people."

After being praised, Zhou Zekai smiled shyly out of habit: "You are also very kind to me."

"So it's because I treat you kindly, so you treat me kindly and return favors." Huang Shaotian's tone was flat.

Zhou Zekai didn't understand why he said that, but he still felt that Huang Shaotian's statement was wrong, so he quickly shook his head: "It's not about repaying favors."

"what is that?"

"Yes..." Zhou Zekai thought hard, and finally found a suitable word, "Good friends take care of each other."

"Obviously it's just reciprocation, ha ha." Huang Shaotian hugged the pillow and lay down on his side, his tone still indifferent.

"This idiom is also about friendship..." Zhou Zekai was really puzzled.

"Forget it, you don't understand anything." Huang Shaotian covered the quilt and sighed, "Actually, I don't understand either."

"what?"

Huang Shaotian spoke very quickly, Zhou Zekai didn't hear him muttering at all, and asked him what he was talking about, but Huang Shaotian just waved his hand, telling him to go to bed early, saying that he had to get up early tomorrow.

The two lay back to back, all the lights were turned off by Zhou Zekai, the room was extremely quiet, and their thoughts gradually became blurred.But there are still occasional sounds of fireworks outside the window, and whenever this happens, the spirit will return.

Just as the fireworks were blooming again, Huang Shaotian suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"Zhou Zekai, I didn't tell you just now. In fact, I sleep very dishonestly. My dad said that I once kicked him to the ground and punched him in a drowsy sleep. So from now on, no relatives in the family dare to talk to him. I sleep, and I don’t dare to sleep with others. When I go out to play games, my teammates don’t like to share a room with me, because even if I sleep in two separate beds, I always have nightmares and make strange noises Come on. The captain said that I was too tired from training during the day and talking too much, so I couldn’t sleep well at night, so he took me to see a Chinese medicine doctor, and prescribed a lot of nasty medicinal soups, which he said could calm the nerves.”

Huang Shaotian paused, and asked, "Zhou Zekai, are you listening?"

"Yes." Zhou Zekai turned over and lay on his back, as if he was using this method to show that he was listening carefully.

"Hmm..." Huang Shaotian continued, "I drank it for a long time, until I vomited out my bile. It works, and it works. I won't have nightmares so often anymore, but whenever I'm excited or tired I still do it sometimes. For example, after playing a game, my head hurts a lot, and my sleep is always restless. So if I wake you up again because of my nightmares tonight, you can wake me up , or you might be frightened."

"No." Zhou Zekai turned over again, facing Huang Shaotian's back, raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder.

"Yes, I will definitely," Huang Shaotian seemed exhausted, "Actually, I've had migraines for a long time, just like your stomach pains, how many of us who play games all the time will be healthy and healthy?" Fragrant? You are more or less sick! Actually, it’s nothing. After all, you are the only one who enjoys the joy and glory of success. How can it be possible without paying a price? Everything is dialectical. My point It makes sense..."

In the next second, his words were stuck in his throat, because Zhou Zekai circled him afterwards, gently hugged his head with both hands, and slowly massaged his temples with his fingers.

Huang Shaotian didn't know when he regained consciousness. It was probably when Zhou Zekai told him some massage techniques to relieve migraines, or because his body posture became stiff due to too tense muscles, and his head was suddenly unsupported so that he fell on the ground. When it fell into Zhou Zekai's arms.

"Okay, Zhou Zekai, I'm fine." He pressed his hands on the hands that were still massaging him, and patted them lightly, "Thank you."

He adjusted his breathing, and suddenly asked a question: "Zhou Zekai, did you have any good friends before? Would you treat them as well as you did to me?"

Zhou Zekai made himself lie down again, thought for a while, and said, "I had one when I was in junior high school."

"How good is the relationship? Is it so good that you can sleep in the same bed?"

"It was good at the beginning," Zhou Zekai seemed to be remembering the past, and even smiled wryly, "Then it was not good."

"Let me guess... it should be him who talks to you, but you always don't talk, in fact, you don't want to say it, maybe you don't know how to say it, in short, as time goes by, he feels too tired, so he can't bear to shave his head, pick a hot head, and alienate you Come on!"

"Hmm..." Zhou Zekai sounded a little aggrieved, "I don't want to be like this either."

"Later you met Jiang Botao, he is a genius who is good at communicating with people, and you are teammates, so you naturally have a tacit understanding when you get along day and night. He said many things for you. You can't say what you don't like to say. With him to do it for you, let alone you, right?" Huang Shaotian laughed as he spoke.

"..." Zhou Zekai simply stopped talking.

"I'll be your best friend from now on!" Huang Shaotian turned around suddenly, and saw Zhou Zekai's side face again, "I'm serious, anyway, I like to talk, you can listen to it if you like."

Zhou Zekai also turned sideways and smiled at him: "Yes!"

"I'm serious." Huang Shaotian repeated again.

"I know." Zhou Zekai nodded.

"Being the best friend, do you understand what it means to be the best? It means being number one and being better than everyone else."

"Okay," Zhou Zekai smiled suddenly and stretched out his little finger, "pull the hook."

"Why are you so big and yet so childish!" Huang Shaotian complained, but hooked Zhou Zekai with his hand in a distasteful manner.

"It won't change for 100 years." Zhou Zekai was still smiling.

Huang Shaotian was a little dazed again, and finally said: "I'm very scared, what if I really have a nightmare at night and wake you up?"

Zhou Zekai shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

"Drowsy in sleep, what if I sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"! Will you be frightened to faint..."

"Don't worry!" Zhou Zekai stretched out his hand to pat him on the back, "I will drive away the bad guys in the nightmare."

"Hahahaha Zhou Zekai, why are you acting like coaxing a child? I'm not a child..." Huang Shaotian muttered, "It's so strange, I feel very sleepy all of a sudden, let's go to sleep..."

That night was probably the time when Huang Shaotian slept the most peacefully. Not only did he have no dreams, he felt particularly at ease.He thought that even if he didn't have nightmares, there would definitely be some strange brain theaters in his dreams, but he didn't, at least when he woke up the next morning, he didn't remember anything, he only knew that he had a good night's sleep and had a headache. No pain, the whole person is very comfortable.

His consciousness woke up first, and before he opened his eyes, he felt something different from when he woke up every morning for more than 20 years, that is, an arm was lightly placed on his shoulder, The position made him feel as if he was being wrapped by this arm.It was a strange idea, but a sense of security that was difficult to explain clearly, which made him a little stunned for a while.

Maybe that's why he slept so well last night, doesn't it?

He opened his eyes, and Zhou Zekai's straight eyebrows, long eyelashes, good-looking nose, sharp-edged face lines, and thin lips instantly caught his eyes.

Huang Shaotian looked at it for a long time, and then a question suddenly popped up in his mind, that is - if a person saw an angel when he opened his eyes, is he in heaven or in the world at this moment?