[Full-time master] Treading the waves

He sat on the highest place, resting his chin and looking at the person holding the doll under the steps, feeling dissatisfied: "It's been so long since I saw you, you are really not enthusiastic at all."

He said "so long", but in fact it was only a few months.Three months, one hundred days, only a short moment in life, sinking to the bottom of the river like sand.Huang Shaotian used exaggerated words, which were as angular as the emotions he displayed.Zhou Zekai was leaning against the wall with a lamp above his head.This penguin is not small, with the webbed in his arms, the round head on the belly, and the round head can reach the chin. He lowered his eyes, buried half of his face on top of its head, fiddled with its fluffy fins, and said nothing.

He really didn't know what to say. Regarding what happened in the past few minutes, it seemed that a complete world was suddenly broken up and reorganized, and now he was forced to face a new life.It can't be described simply as being at a loss or not adapting.

Huang Shaotian was simply too inexplicable... but he who didn't think about refusing at all, and just followed out obediently, was obviously even more inexplicable.

After leaving the venue, they didn't go anywhere else. They walked along the backstage to the exit, and stayed in the fire escape where there was no one there.From the past to the present, and maybe even in the future, no one would think that Zhou Zekai was a suitable person to chat with.The word chat connotes a two-way, interactive activity, and he is certainly a good listener, but not a good speaker.Huang Shaotian was the opposite of him, not necessarily, after all, all excellent orators are willing to listen, and there are too few people who are willing to be this audience.

Not at all.One of them was only a short distance away from him, and he acted as if he didn't want to hear it at all.The poor contact of the lighting lamp flickered and flickered, and the shadow cast by it also swayed.

But even if no one pays attention, Huang Shaotian will not be lonely.He looked at Zhou Zekai's changing shadow on the walls and stairs, and while thinking about it, he said a lot of things, such as my captain sent me to have a peaceful and friendly communication with your team, and if reincarnation is really held accountable, don't Look for me, I'm a good person. I haven't seen you for a long time. Is it nonsense that you have become shorter or the truth is that I have grown taller, but the audience didn't respond at all.Only the little penguin held in his arms looked innocently at it with black bean eyes instead of its owner, and Huang Shaotian made a face at it and him at a place Zhou Zekai couldn't see.

The fire doors are thick but don't block out all the noise.The hustle and bustle from time to time is endless, and the one-way silence between them is beating like a wave.After a while, Huang Shaotian changed his strategy, patted the side, and gave simple and clear instructions: "Come and sit."

Zhou Zekai finally reacted, looked up at him for a while, pursed his lips slightly, as if he had experienced some intense psychological struggle, and finally walked over as he said.

Huang Shaotian was not polite to him, and grabbed the gift from the birthday star into his arms.He had coveted it for a long time, and his chin made a depression on the top of the penguin's limp head: "Your team didn't call?"

Zhou Zekai hummed vaguely.Of course he did, many people, many people, he pinched them all, and only replied two words after Jiang Botao's questioning text message, "It's okay".I don't know what method his resourceful deputy team used to appease Bafang's emotions, and then the phone was completely quiet.

He thought, with a touch of anger, today... no, tomorrow is my birthday.I wanted to be presumptuous on my birthday, so I did it.

Although he didn't know what he wanted to be presumptuous.Maybe it's doing things that he never thought of doing, meeting people he didn't expect to see, and getting close to everything he was afraid of.

Birthdays have all the privileges, right?

Even if his real birthday is tomorrow.

Huang Shaotian poked his head to watch him play the game, and asked, "Are you still playing the game?"

The reference was too vague for Zhou Zekai to guess.

"Dancing line. Didn't you still play when you went to Zurich? I helped you pass a level, don't you remember?"

"Ah..." Zhou Zekai remembered, "Uninstalled."

"Why? Oh, forget it, I deleted it anyway. The next level is perverted and boring...wasting life, it's better to have fun."

So Zhou Zekai opened his own card drawing game, and the RMB player bought the upper limit gift pack without blinking an eye, and handed it to Huang Shaotian.The latter was flattered: "So generous? I should give you Krypton for your birthday. But it is disrespectful. Let the seniors show you what European luck is."

In fact, RMB players don't care about Europe or Africa.

"Hey, this..." Huang Shaotian exited the mall interface, frowning, "Is it Lao Ye's dog? What's it called, decimal? Smaller?"

Zhou Zekai was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was talking about his profile picture: "Small."

Huang Shaotian curled his lips: "It's not cute at all."

Zhou Zekai glared at him: "Cute."

"What kind of aesthetics do you have? You're so old, you've lost all your hair, and you can't lift your cute paws on your master's lap." Huang Shaotian turned around and got to important things, "So why do you have photos of it? Lao Ye didn't Posted the picture, I saw it once in Su Mucheng’s phone a long time ago, and even she thought it was taking up memory and deleted it.”

He asked the question naturally, and didn't notice anything wrong at all, until Zhou Zekai, who had been arguing with him just now, shrank back into his silent shell.

Huang Shaotian didn't ask questions immediately, and re-read what he said just now.

Ye Xiu's dog.

Ye family's dog...

Zhou Zekai has photos.

Then the person who gave it to him is...

what.

He remembered.He almost forgot, how could he ignore this.Four Casablancas were still blooming in the blind spot of his damp memory, reminding Zhou Zekai that all the anomalies had roots that could be traced back.

"You and Brother Ye..." This curiosity has been with him for several months. Even if he learned the truth from a third person, they still follow him every time he sees Zhou Zekai, even if he only hears about Zhou Zekai. when.Huang Shaotian rubbed his nose uncomfortably, a little stuck, he didn't know how to organize his words, hesitated, "Just, you know, Ye Qiu. You and him, the two of you are..."

Zhou Zekai stared at him, his eyes were almost scrutinizing, and then he actually laughed: "Didn't you already know?"

It's not an affirmation, but it's more uncomfortable than admitting it directly.Huang Shaotian's throat and chest were congested like he swallowed a fly.

His emotions were written on his face, and Zhou Zekai smiled even more: "Is it disgusting?" His voice was very steady, as if he was talking about something completely unrelated to him, "Men like men."

The self-confession came unexpectedly, Huang Shaotian did not expect that he would suddenly mention this to himself, let alone that his meaning would be completely misinterpreted: "I—"

Zhou Zekai shook his head, and interrupted his argument softly: "Monster."

He is talking about himself.

Desperate self.

I don't walk on the flat road, but I take the muddy and narrow road.

You will be disgusted, but you don't understand, and you don't want to hide yourself.

Knowing that there is no possibility, but still liking Huang Shaotian's self.

Alright, now that the dirty, silent secret is suddenly pushed into the light and sound of the explosion, and the back road is cut off by hand, is despair more hopeful?

Are you happy with this?

Is it enough?Are you satisfied?

Do you still want to let others, let Huang Shaotian see with your own eyes, what kind of alien is he who is out of tune with the world?

They have known each other for many years, although they were not familiar with each other in the past, the impression of this person is always gentle and soft.Whether it’s smiling at fans, saying hello to colleagues silently, or playing a small prank quietly among teammates, the gun king of King’s Landing Square disappeared with the account card pulled out, leaving only jerky Zhou Zekai himself, the occasionally dull Zhou Zekai himself.

Huang Shaotian had never seen him put up his guard.He had seen Zhou Zekai's indifference in Zurich's night before, but it was not like this. He deeply shut himself out, hiding all his emotions completely, without leaving a trace of struggle.

It was an indescribable feeling, as if a hand had pinched the heart to pieces.He had never felt so much pain, but he didn't know why he was in pain.

He was only eager to explain to himself, to save the situation that had taken a turn for the worse, but the importance of what happened next overwhelmed everything else.

While they were still fighting over their differences, no one cared about the clearing notice that had been broadcast several times over and over again.Just after the hour, the lights above the stairwell flickered a few times indefinitely, and a few seconds later, darkness fell as promised, covering the sky and covering the sky.

Huang Shaotian stood up with a bang: "Damn, it's off work? We won't be locked in there, right?!"