[Full-time master] Treading the waves

There are many ways for contemporary young people to maintain their health, but the most fundamental and difficult thing to do is to go to bed early.The deputy team of a certain team makes ward rounds every night, and the captain of a certain team takes the lead all night, and the protracted war between self-cultivation and immortality will never end.Yu Wenzhou belongs to the type who takes care of himself in this respect. He completes the work at almost the end of the day every day. He does a few simple yoga movements to calm down, takes a bath, soaks his feet, and sleeps with a glass of warm milk without sugar.When sleeping, the mobile phone is turned on the airplane mode and placed neatly by the bedside, unless there is an earthquake, no one can wake up.

It was an accident tonight, the kid couldn't figure it out over and over again, so he talked to the captain who seemed the most reliable to talk about life.Yu Wenzhou forced him to drink milk with calcium tablets, the taste was indescribable, Lu Hanwen took a couple of sips while holding the cup with a complicated expression, and continued to complain with a bitter face.

Although he is no longer a fledgling rookie, he is a child after all, no matter how skilled he is in operation, his consciousness is still not as good as that of the seniors.Or maybe it's not the old senior, but the junior who made his debut later than him, but whose thinking is too wild.

"That hooligan of theirs—he played his cards too out of routine!" The child was distraught.

Those without brains are afraid of those with brains, and those with brains are afraid of those without brains. This is the reason.Yu Wenzhou comforted, how could the team brought out by Senior Ye take an ordinary path.

The scene of educating children is nice, but in fact he himself is very depressed.This has nothing to do with winning or losing in the end, it's just unavoidable to ask in my heart again and again, how can there be such a style of play?How could such a scheme be conceived?How can there be people with this kind of thinking circuit?It can't be summed up in just two words!

The young man sat cross-legged on the bed, hugged the bulging pillow in his arms and pouted his mouth, like a wilted plant with drooping leaves—especially his young seedling, who was always full of energy, the contrast was quite sharp.

Seeing it, Yu Wenzhou almost couldn't bear to force him to drink milk, and it was just almost, growing tall is no small matter.He looked at the time, although staying up late is not conducive to growing taller, but it's not good for Lu Hanwen to drive people away with such ups and downs of emotions.The lesser of two evils, Yu Wenzhou was about to make a decision when he was interrupted by the frantically vibrating cell phone.

His cell phone was originally thrown on the bed, and it slid to Lu Hanwen's side along with the added weight of the bed. The boy's calf was numb from the shock, so he was startled, and he took out the phone: "Young Master Huang is calling. , Wasn’t he sent by us to spy on the enemy’s intelligence?”

No, not really.Yu Wenzhou didn't know how to explain the deep meaning to the innocent minor, the stakes involved were too tortuous, maybe even Huang Shaotian himself couldn't figure it out.He decided to ignore the child directly, and pressed to answer: "——what's wrong?"

Later, when Lu Hanwen talked about that thrilling night again, he kept saying, "If it wasn't for me, the captain would have been asleep by then, and if you couldn't receive your SOS, you would have to live in the cold corridor and the cold room, Young Master Huang." Little Zhou Zhou spent the whole night."

Huang Shaotian didn't know whether to praise him or beat him up.

"I've already told the captain about the situation. He's going to contact the security here now. He'll be out in half an hour at the earliest." He turned off his phone and was about to put it back in his pocket when his vision suddenly darkened reminding him What is the situation, can only turn on the flashlight again.When he got up the steps, he saw Zhou Zekai was still sitting where he was, with his head bowed and hugging the penguin, the light from his phone was shining on the ground.

Being locked up wasn't a good experience, but it saved them from an awkward confrontation just in time, and Huang Shaotian was somewhat grateful for that.Just now it was really...

The surprise brought by Zhou Zekai's own admission was far less than that kind of absolute self-loathing. They still remained in his mind, and the tiny electric current flowed through the blood, numb all the way to the fingertips.Huang Shaotian rubbed his fingers: "But we still have to go down to the first floor, it's impossible to restore the power supply, and the elevator can't be used either. So..."

So don’t just sit there, what’s the deep-seated hatred that will be settled later, it’s my fault to ask about privacy, it’s up to you if you want JJC singled out or hang in the world for public display, right now it’s more important than life?

He didn't say the subtext, Zhou Zekai ignored him at all.This person doesn't look very well right now, even in such darkness, he can see that his whole body is tense, and he doesn't respond at all to Huang Shaotian's proposal and his approach.

He would not be angry with himself at such a life-threatening moment, probably because of other reasons.

People's expressions can be controlled, but the subtle reactions of the body cannot be hidden.Some kind of conjecture flashed with the lights outside.Huang Shaotian stood on the next step, poked the penguin's head with his hand, and asked uncertainly, "Zhou Zekai, are you... afraid of the dark?"

He raised his head.

The light is like a fish, suddenly jumping into the thick darkness.

Still in school, Huang Shaotian was always looking forward to a sudden power outage at school.It doesn't need to be too long, just a while, the boy's mind is full of things, put them into the box, and jump out in every emergency, and he can't shut it down.Playing tricks on the front and back rows, secretly holding hands with your favorite tablemate in the cover of darkness, playing around and waiting for the overwhelmed teacher to rush over, unknowingly develops into a horror story or a singing conference.Adolescence slips away with time, but the exclusive memory stops, like a seed after the spring rain, it will always be there.

At that time, Huang Shaotian didn't have anyone he particularly liked, which didn't prevent him from praying devoutly for such a surprise to happen again, to happen again, to save the time when he ran and ran but couldn't catch up.Now that it really came, there was indeed another person beside him, but...it was different from what he had imagined.

Is it because it is not expected?

Is it because I am no longer young?

Or is it because this person is Zhou Zekai?

From a fork in the wrong road, everything is developing in an uncontrollable direction, and even the beginning looks so much like the ending.

He always felt that after this night, he and Zhou Zekai would never return to the past.

The battery of the two people's mobile phones was not much, and it was exhausted quickly. When the last light went out, they fell into a situation of complete isolation and helplessness.Zhou Zekai followed behind slowly, step by step, without the protection of the light, his breathing became a bit heavier, and every step he took was very difficult.

He is indeed afraid.It's not an obvious disease that can be diagnosed, nor is it serious enough to resist all nights. It's just that in the total darkness where you can't reach your fingers, the memories of the past will flood up like a tide, brutally shackling him back to the nightmare.

He was very nervous, Huang Shaotian thought, he was afraid.Huang Shaotian doesn't know what it feels like to be afraid of the dark, maybe it's similar to being afraid of heights, will this person faint in the next second?

Out of the consideration of an upright and pure friend, Huang Shaotian stopped, and the people behind almost bumped into him.Then he turned around and stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Zekai, but he was dodged abruptly.

"..."

The reaction was so violent, and the fear and loathing that I didn't know who was pointing at it mixed into a thousand miles of rejection.Huang Shaotian saw it, and his emotions quickly cooled down.

He never found out that Zhou Zekai hated physical contact with people.

Maybe just to myself.Although I don't want to believe it, there is only one possible reason.Maybe I haven't been forgiven for my recklessness just now, maybe it's... how to say that word, straight and curved are different.

Well, Huang Shaotian admitted to himself that he was still a little hurt by Zhou Zekai's sudden exclusion from the circle of trust.

He really thought they were friends already.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you." Huang Shaotian quickly adjusted his plan, raised his hands and swore, "But you can't do this, if you really faint, I have to carry you on my back."

"...No." Zhou Zekai probably realized his impoliteness belatedly, his voice softened a bit.

"What you say now is not completely under the control of reason." Huang Shaotian shook his head, "I don't believe you. You believe me, okay? If I fall down the stairs, I don't have a second life to pay for reincarnation. "

He had such a difficult choice, Huang Shaotian came up with a compromise, raised his arm: "Then you grab my sleeve, is that okay?"

This is a scene that only appears in dreams, almost like a hand-holding gesture in the dark.Zhou Zekai tried his best to suppress the unstoppable dizziness, grabbed Huang Shaotian's cuff, and slowly and carefully tightened his fingers.

They trekked to the first floor, but the security hadn't arrived yet.Fortunately, there is a window in the passage here, and the light comes in, breaking the dream.Maybe it was a sweet dream, maybe it was a nightmare, anyway, Zhou Zekai let go of his hand immediately, as if nothing had happened just now.

Huang Shaotian had already decided not to mind these details, he sat down on the steps, and returned to the original posture of resting his chin in a daze: "It would be nice if there were candles."

Zhou Zekai leaned against the window, not responding, waiting for his next sentence.

Huang Shaotian continued to babble: "I really didn't expect you to still have this problem. Hey, no, didn't you go through a power outage before—that's the one, do you remember, once... I forgot which season it was, in I met you and Xiao Jiang in the channel. It’s your birthday, right?”

Of course Zhou Zekai remembered.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Huang Shaotian thought he had forgotten it a long time ago: "Did I give you a gift back then? Where did you put it? Wouldn't you throw it away? But I can't remember exactly what I gave you... ..."

The moonlight casts a thin and long shadow, dragging it all the way to Huang Shaotian's feet.He raised his head and saw Zhou Zekai looking at him, even against the light, he still felt a layer of coolness in that gaze.

Huang Shaotian was startled, what kind of landmine did he step on to make him so indifferent.

Unlike the previous coming out, this time the indifference was clearly aimed at myself.

He hadn't seen Zhou Zekai's eyes like this for too long, but it was more uncomfortable than ever before.

That gaze stayed on him for a long, long time, maybe only a few seconds.When Zhou Zekai looked away, no one spoke.

Until the second hand of the watch clicks, the hour and minute hands close together.

Huang Shaotian said softly, happy birthday.

He looked at Zhou Zekai, and Zhou Zekai looked out the window.

There is nothing there, only the undercurrent surging moonlight.