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Since he was a child, Xi Zhao seems to have always been used to standing on a high place.

In the past, when he was still young, when his peers were still playing house, he was tied up in the attic by his mother, who hoped that his son would become a dragon, and practiced the symphony of fate over and over again.

At that time, he even thought that he would eventually become deaf like Beethoven. Unfortunately, until the day he walked down from the attic, Xi Zhao was still extremely healthy.

After growing up, the rope tied around the ankle disappeared, but it seemed that it was just bound in another place and never left.Companies, hotels, apartments... Xi Zhao is like an unpopular god statue, always sitting on the top floor overlooking the world.

He had thought that he would have been alone waiting for the snow to pile up on the hills.

But today, Xia Zhizhu, who accidentally knocked on the door of Xizhao's room, suddenly pulled the person sitting on the top of the snow mountain and took him to a "other place" that he had never thought of - occupying the entire area of ​​the 17th floor of the hotel aquarium.

There are two presidential suites on the top floor of Jiang Yi, the staff took the guest to find the wrong room in the afternoon, and inadvertently made Xia Zhizhu bump into Mr. Xi who was supposed to meet tomorrow.

Maybe it was because Miss Ci's announcement on the phone was really effective. When she saw Xi Zhao behind the door unexpectedly, Xia Zhizhu didn't feel too much negative emotion except subconsciously tightening her breath.

Of course, if shyness is not negative, he should have been completely wrapped in positive warm light from head to toe.

The lights in the aquarium reminded me of the fish tank in Xianji Hotel, except that last time Xi Zhao and Xia Zhizhu were separated on both sides, but this time the two of them seemed to be together after being illuminated by a shrunken flashlight. Throw it into the fish tank.

Xia Zhizhu was lying on the transparent glass, staring at the small animal on the opposite side without blinking, even his breathing slowed down quietly, as if he was afraid that the other party would find out that he was a strange breastfeeding animal who broke in from outside. animal.

The aquarium hidden in the hotel is incomparably more splendid and romantic than the underwater world that Xi Zhao had done a strategy for in advance, but at this moment, the man stood on one side and looked at Xia Zhizhu and the otter, whose palms were touching through a glass, Suddenly, I felt that the one in [-] probability had actually fallen on me.

I heard that in order to prevent being washed away by the current, otters hold hands when they sleep. Does Xia Zhizhu also hold hands with pillows and quilts when he sleeps?

"You like otters?" Xi Zhao asked.

Xia Zhizhu subconsciously nodded, and was afraid that the little otter would hear him sad through the glass, so the boy turned his head and quietly lowered his voice: "But I want to be a little bear more."

Weird, cute and cute.

Not a surprising answer, Xi Zhao hid the smile in his eyes and asked him softly, "Why?"

Xia Zhizhu raised his arms in a round gesture, and quickly put his hands back behind his back in embarrassment: "Little bear can roll around in the pile of fallen leaves casually."

He seems to be familiar with Xi Zhao, and he can blurt out innocent sentences.

But there are many kinds of animals that can roll in the fallen leaves. Why is Xia Zhizhu's favorite bear?Xi Zhao intuitively felt that he didn't tell the whole reason, but he didn't ask too much. Just at this moment, a ray swam over his head. Xi Zhao raised his head to stare at this strange fish, and suddenly couldn't look away.

The fishing guide he met on the island was only short of this kind of fish.

Underwater animals are highly alert to danger. In the blink of an eye, the ray that was still swimming slowly in front of the two disappeared.

You can't catch it in the game, and you can run so fast in reality.

Xi Zhao stood quietly in front of an entire blue glass wall. His beautiful shoulder-to-waist ratio seemed to be drawn by Michelangelo with a ruler. Under the reflection of the pure-colored water curtain, the man's dark back was highlighted. more intense.

Xia Zhizhu thought, Mr. Xi is like a silhouette of a mountain, the one that has stood here since the last century.

The two walked forward slowly, and stopped in front of a whole pink jellyfish.

This trick has been caught before, and not only did he catch it, but he also gave it to Xia Zhizhu yesterday.

jellyfish.

Xia Zhizhu remembered the gift he received in the game yesterday.

His netizen dshdjhajjshd always seems to like to give Tangtang all kinds of things, bouquets, jellyfish, and night pearls, as long as he has them in his backpack, he wants to give them all away—probably from this, it can be seen that dshdjhajjshd is really a fan of Tangtang , Hard Candy also likes to send all kinds of gadgets to Xia Zhizhu, dshdjhajjshd is highly similar to their behavior, and can be called Tangtang's number one fan.

Xia Zhizhu's thoughts had drifted from the aquarium to the cat who always said strange things, Xi Zhao didn't notice, in fact, he was also staring at the group of jellyfish at the moment.

And perhaps because they were in the same confined space, at a certain moment, when the door belonging to "Osaka" in the corridor of Xia Zhizhu's chaotic memory opened again, the brain waves of the two suddenly matched. for a moment.

The shadow of the mountain swayed, Xi Zhao seemed to think of something, turned his head to look at Xia Zhizhu, and asked without beginning and end: "Is your wrist okay?"

"..." Xia Zhizhu blinked, "What?"

Xi Zhao asked calmly, "Isn't there an old injury?"

He personally sprayed Xia Zhizhu's wrist with a pain-relieving spray. Some time ago, when excavating the material of the starlet, Xi Zhao also discovered that Xia Zhizhu seemed to have been avoiding using his left hand.

It's just that his evasion is very subtle. If Xi Zhao hadn't known that he was injured, he might have ignored the unnaturalness like everyone else. Up to now, he still doesn't know that this is actually a child who has been injured all year round.

Xi Zhao thought for a while, then asked, "How did you get hurt?"

It was clear that the pain was gone long ago, but when he asked this question, the wrist hidden behind his back seemed to start to ache again.

Does the habitual problem refer to this kind of thing?

Xia Zhizhu smiled calmly: "I had a car accident when I was young, but it wasn't serious, just don't overuse it."

car accident.

Xi Zhao seemed to frowned, but soon flattened it. He seemed to want to tell Xia Zhizhu something, but because he didn't have such experience, he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Xi Zhao originally thought that Xia Zhizhu was a precious flower that needed to be carefully cared for by those who raised it.

Later he felt that a boy is a blank piece of paper, so clean that people are reluctant to smear it, but it is easier to attract deception, use and harm.

But Xia Zhizhu is actually as flexible as his stage name, even if it is ground into a ball, it is still soft and stretchable when unfolded.

The alarm clock rang without warning in the silent space.

The two woke up in a trance, and unexpectedly found that the time had reached ten o'clock in the evening.

Xia Zhizhu broke the ringtone and hid the phone behind him. He bent his lips to Xi Zhao in embarrassment, and kept his promise meticulously: "Good night, Mr. Xi."

It was late at night, and the air conditioner on the 24th floor had been repaired. It seemed that it was time for them to say goodbye.

But Xi Zhao didn't move, neither did Xia Zhizhu.

The mottled and lazy orange-pink halo of the jellyfish tank was reflected on the boy's delicate face. Xi Zhao looked at this mermaid who seemed to be trapped in a bubble, and almost exhausted all his comprehension ability to understand. Xia Zhizhu asked him something just now.

"After good night, what else can I do, Mr. Xi?"

Xia Zhizhu remembered every detail of the mutual aid agreement, but no matter how sluggish his brain was, he could still read that there were not too many clear restrictions in it, even the specific mutual aid content was "by the joint efforts of both parties." Agreed".

From the first day of June to today, he said good morning, good afternoon and good night for a total of 21 days. Today is the summer solstice, maybe they can take the next step with Xia Tian?

I don't know who taught him to be clumsy and active, and tap dance on people's hearts every time he speaks.

But Xi Zhao hadn't thought about this problem yet, he randomly tried to find one or two symptoms recorded in Zhao Chuhe's notebook from his memory to deal with the problem, but maybe it was a guilty conscience, maybe it was a heartbeat, and when he spoke again, his His voice suddenly became hoarse and dry.

"My sleep quality is not very good." Xi Zhao said.

Xia Zhizhu tilted his head: "Then do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

The treatment methods of mutual aid objects and psychiatrists are indeed different.

Xi Zhao heard himself asking softly, "Is it okay?"

Xia Zhizhu rolled his eyes: "You can try it."

It's a very familiar conversation, Xi Zhao also answered Xia Zhizhu in the same way when he was in Wancheng last time.

Whoever said that bamboo is a stupid bamboo, he is obviously very good at drawing inferences from one instance.

Looking at Xia Zhizhu's dark eye circles similar to his own, Xi Zhao suddenly said thoughtfully: "Then let me talk about it today."

Xia Zhizhu blinked puzzledly.

In the next second, the man's slightly cold fingertips gently touched the end of his eyes.

Xi Zhao: "You don't seem to be sleeping well either."

And we are a mutual aid relationship.

The eyelashes touched by the fingertips trembled slightly, and for a moment, Xi Zhao almost felt that he had caught a butterfly.

"Are fairy tales okay?" the man asked in the silent "seabed".

May I?

The mouthless bamboo nestled in the corner of the ventricle poked out a small head, squeezed its peas and awkwardly asked the big bamboo that was possessed by him.

——Are you a little bit excited?

The boy's trembling eyelashes were half down, hiding the tears that shone with the moonlight.

Xia Zhizhu nodded with a smile, in response to Xi Zhao, and also to his little Zhuzi.

--Yeah.

Like a stone skimming across the surface of a quiet lake, the sea of ​​his heart also rippled far away layer by layer.

It's so easy to like Mr. Xi, Xia Zhizhu thought with a sore nose.

Even if what he looked up to was just a distant shadow, and everything he liked was the light and shadow beautified by memory, but since the reunion with Mr. Xi at the end of this spring, that light and shadow has been coated with his real body inch by inch. Today is no longer just a dream.

I forgot when it started, Xia Zhizhu has not had a complete and good sleep for many, many years, he always sleeps very lightly, and while dreaming, he subconsciously realizes that he has not fallen asleep at all.

Compared with dusk, the boy is more afraid of the night, and the dark circles under his eyes that will never fade away are the military medal of hypermemory.

Whenever he closes his eyes at night, countless memories will press down on Xia Zhizhu's eyelids, making him unable to open his eyes and sleep deeply.

But on this night of the summer solstice, Xia Zhizhu realized almost before he closed his eyes that he was going to have a Midsummer Night's Dream once in a lifetime.

"'May I love you?'"

"Swallows don't like to beat around the bush. As soon as the reed bends down deeply, he flies around her, his wings lightly touching the water surface, making ripples."

At the junction of dream and reality, at this moment, the two people who are separated by radio on the 24th floor and the top floor asked together in their hearts.

--May I love you?

The sound of breathing in the receiver gradually became even and long. Xi Zhao sat on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the moonlit river scene in a foreign land. The man from Wall Street spoke in the most standard British accent that belonged to Oscar Wilde himself. , softly read the last sentence of the bedtime story "The Happy Prince".

"This wash scourtship, and it lasted all through the summer."

That was his courtship, all summer long.