I Only Like Your Character Settings

It's just unreasonable.

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak all the way, and didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing and Shang Sirui talk, so he put on headphones and closed his eyes to fall asleep. The daily tweets that were played randomly seemed to be casted by someone, and the lyrics directly pierced Zhou Ziheng's heart.

[Dangerswhat we’redoing. Everything we’re doing is playing with fire.

Welocklipstoruin. We kiss to destruction.

Don't you trust love? Don't you believe in love?

Nevertrustlove. Never trust. ]

What a broken song, Zhou Ziheng pressed the remote control of the earphone twice irritably, and changed the song. The music in the headphones changed from psychedelic electric female voices to simple guitar chords.

[We all know how to play games, looking for fun with the lowest risk

Confession is not an option, it doesn't matter if it backfires

The topic should jump smartly, the distance should be ambiguous and light

No matter who crosses the line first, it should be forgotten after tomorrow]

Excuseme?

Who wrote the daily calculation algorithm for this music app?

Is it the devil?

Zhou Ziheng unlocked it, and was about to open the daily playlist to see what devil songs were pushed for him today. Unexpectedly, a WeChat message popped up. It was Zhao Ke, his best friend and post boy.

[Ke Zi: Brother Heng, when are you going back to Beijing? The fourth son came back from the team a few days ago, let’s go out together. ]

The fourth child also grew up with him in the same military compound. He is a **** and not that close to him, but he can be regarded as a child who grew up together.

[Hengheng: I'm not going, I'm going back to Beijing to audition, the schedule is full recently. ]

[Ke Zi: Can we stop earning the hard-earned money? What is the picture? Flying around like a superman all day long, you can’t even have private entertainment, look at you, you’re 20, you haven’t even talked about a relationship, you go out for a walk, but if you look good, you’re over 180 Who is the mother-fetal single? ]

[Hengheng: The emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch. ]

[Ke Zi: Brother Ke, I am handsome and kind-hearted so I don’t care about you, you little bastard. After all, you don’t think about that young lady when you were young, right? It's all soy sauce, can't you think about it with someone else? ]

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to hate him. But when he saw the words [change someone's mind], he felt guilty. Although he is only 20 years old, he has been a serious artist for 14 years. He has been in the circle for so long, and there are many people chasing him, but he has never been tempted. It is not because he really has no expectations for love. It's just because of a memory from my childhood, it's still hard to get over it now.

To be honest, he can hardly remember what that girl looked like, and sometimes he feels like a fool when he thinks back.

I thought it would always be like this, waiting in the vast crowd. Unexpectedly, another person came out of the rampage, and he was still a man, no, a scumbag.

But Zhou Ziheng had to admit that he was really tempted.

It is true that I have changed my personal thoughts with the guilt of empathizing with another, but it is completely changed from one feeling of embarrassment to another.

[Ke Zi: Why didn't you reply? You will not be unhappy. ]

[Hengheng: I'm not happy about your hammer. ]

[Ke Zi: If you're not unhappy, just change your profile picture, a little flower has been worn for so many years, it looks like a woman. ]

[Hengheng: Get lost. ]

Zhou Ziheng quit the chat interface and clicked on his own profile picture.

"Here we are, get off from the car~" Shang Sirui stretched his waist, put his hat on, and pushed Xia Xiqing. Seeing Zhou Ziheng staring at his profile picture, Xia Xiqing was also in a daze, and then he was about to stand up.

Zhou Ziheng replied, put the phone back in his pocket and got out of the car.

The room itself for the three of them was on the same floor, and the rooms of the assistants were two floors down. When they got on the elevator, they discussed it and decided to go back to their room to take a shower before going to Shang Sirui's room.

Shang Sirui lives at the end of the corridor, Xia Xiqing lives next door to him, and Zhou Ziheng lives on the opposite side.

In the middle of the shower, Xia Xiqing realized that he didn't bring a change of clothes. He came out of Xia Zhixu's house with nothing, and he didn't want to wear the hotel bathrobe. So he came out of the bathroom naked, wrapped the quilt around his body and thought about countermeasures.

Shang Sirui is shorter than him, his clothes must be uncomfortable to wear.

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziheng is still reliable. Xia Xiqing, who was wrapped in a quilt and sat cross-legged on the bed, quickly sent a WeChat message.

Zhou Ziheng, who was blowing his hair, heard the phone ringing and walked over to have a look.

[Terrorist: handsome guy, borrow some clothes to wear. ]

Does this person have a habit of wearing other people's clothes?

[Moral Model: Don't borrow. ]

[Terrorist: OK, then I will play with you naked. ]

…

[Moral Model: What clothes do you want? ]

Xia Xiqing kept laughing while looking at WeChat, why is this person so funny.

[Terrorist: Just bring a set, I didn't bring a change of clothes. ]

Zhou Ziheng opened his suitcase, and rummaged out one by one and collapsed on the bed. They were all worn by him, and there were no new ones.

[Moral Model: I asked Ronaldinho to buy it for you. ]

[Terrorist: Brother, it’s almost here. Where can you ask Ronaldinho to buy it. Hurry up, I don't choose, oh yes, there are underwear. ]

Just looking at these words, Zhou Ziheng could imagine Xia Xiqing's cynical expression.

[Moral Model: …I don’t have any new ones. ]

[Terrorist: Just wash it. Anyway, I won’t wear anything if you don’t have anything, it’s up to you. ]

Sitting on the bed and waiting for about ten minutes, there was a knock on the door outside. Xia Xiqing was wrapped in a quilt and stepped on the floor with bare feet. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhou Ziheng with half-wet hair wearing cotton black long sleeves and gray trousers. In the novel, he looks like a refreshing school grass.

This face really looks more and more beautiful. Xia Xiqing lamented his high-standard aesthetics.

"Here we come." Xia Xiqing leaned against the door and smiled at Zhou Ziheng, reaching out from a corner of the quilt and grabbing the overlapping quilt on his chest.

His hair was not blown at all, and only the top of his head was a little dry after sitting for a long time. The water droplets flowed down the slightly long hair, accumulated on the tips of the black hair, rubbed against his fair neck, dripped on the collarbone and the large exposed area. chest.

Before coming here, Zhou Ziheng had already prepared himself mentally. He thought that he would hide in the bathroom like the heroine on TV, with a hand reaching out from the door to take his clothes. Who knew it would be like this. He lowered his eyes not to look.

"Come in." Unable to let go, Xia Xiqing hooked his ankle with his foot, and used his shoulder to slam the door, trying to close it. Zhou Ziheng didn't know what happened, he didn't realize until the door slammed shut that he could leave his clothes and leave, so why did he come in.

Impressed.

Xia Xiqing walked back to the bed with his bare feet facing him. Zhou Ziheng's eyes couldn't help but glance at his bare feet on the ground. His ankles were very white with deep depressions on both sides. The ankle bone is raised, and further up is the line of the slender and smooth calf.

Crazy crazy, what is he looking at.

The hot-headed Zhou Ziheng stepped forward and threw his clothes on the bed, half-backed them and finished what he wanted to say, "The ones I'm looking for are all new ones that haven't been worn a few times, and the size may not be suitable for you Just wear it and don’t return it to me..."

"It's a bit inappropriate, your size is really not small."

Xia Xiqing's words interrupted him, Zhou Ziheng turned his head in surprise, and saw Xia Xiqing holding his black underwear with both hands, with a ambiguous smile on his face, "The child's nutrition is really good now."

Zhou Ziheng's ears were burning, and he rushed forward to **** the underwear back, without any concealment, "Don't wear it if you talk so much!"

Xia Xiqing, who had stretched out both hands just now, fell to his waist with the quilt, and his entire upper body was exposed. He smiled innocently and looked up at Zhou Ziheng. with my baby."

"Dirty." Zhou Ziheng threw down these words viciously, turned around and left, just took two steps, turned around and threw the underwear in his hand on the bed, turned around and left Xia Xiqing's room quickly, and closed the door with a bang.

Xia Xiqing is just like the tourists in the zoo who are playing with the lion cub, and he feels very happy watching him blow up his fur. Looking at the black underwear that Zhou Ziheng threw on the quilt, Xia Xiqing clicked his tongue twice.

To be honest, the size is really not small.

Normal people can't stand it...

As soon as Zhou Ziheng returned to his room, Shang Sirui sent a message, as if urging him to die, he didn't sit down, took a sip of cold water and went to his room. The door of Shang Sirui's room was left open, and he sat on the bed with a facial mask on. Sushi, sashimi and sake were placed on the table by the sofa.

As soon as he saw Zhou Ziheng coming in, Shang Sirui jumped off the bed excitedly, dragged him to sit on the sofa, and tried his best to offer him the dishes of this Japanese restaurant.

It's a shame that this mouth is not a shopping guide. Just as Zhou Ziheng was thinking, he found that there was still a bottle of chilled vodka on the table, "You ordered this too?"

"yes."

"You're crazy." Zhou Ziheng frowned, "You're so strong after drinking, do you still want to go out tomorrow?"

"It's okay. Didn't I tell you? I don't have work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep until the afternoon." Shang Sirui pursed his lips, broke off his fingers, and fell pitifully on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I haven't had enough sleep for a whole week."

Zhou Ziheng pushed him away with a look of disgust, "Whatever you want, I have to fly back to Beijing tomorrow, I won't drink."

"You can drink it with sake." Shang Sirui twisted his arm, "You can't pour it after two sips, isn't it a man?"

Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes and heard a voice at the door.

"Xi Qing? Just close the door." Shang Sirui took off his mask, patted his face, and the essence splashed all over Zhou Ziheng's face. Zhou Ziheng was so disgusted that he simply stood up.

The door is closed.

Xia Xiqing walked in from the entrance, and Zhou Ziheng's eyes couldn't help shifting his gaze. He saw that he was wearing a gray-blue long-sleeved sweater that was one size too big. The wide sleeves covered half of his palms. Pull it up, revealing the smooth ankle bone.

Originally quite tall for a person, the clothes made her look a bit petite. I don't know where he turned out the hair ring, and the bangs he tied were too long, and he couldn't stand up like an apple stalk. Instead, he looked like a sapling that fell down in the wind, leaning to one side, following his movements Flick and flick.

Seeing his own clothes on him, Zhou Ziheng felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and unconsciously froze in place.

Obviously it's normal to wear it on yourself, but how come it's on him...

Strange and pure.

"Yo, the handsome guy stood up to welcome me."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he suppressed Zhou Ziheng's throbbing for a second.

He sat back on the sofa in embarrassment, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth.

Xia Xiqing walked up to Zhou Ziheng and intended to sit down. Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was unmoved, he kicked his feet. Shang Sirui saw it and sat on another sofa. Zhou Ziheng reluctantly moved to this sofa. At the other end of the double sofa, let Xia Xiqing sit down.

Shang Sirui stuffed the chopsticks into Xia Xiqing's hand, and flattered, "Xiqing, your dress looks so good, what brand is it?"

"This isn't..." Xia Xiqing had just opened his mouth when his chin was pinched and a piece of sushi was forcefully stuffed into his mouth. He stared at Zhou Ziheng with wide eyes, but the other party lowered his head and poured himself a glass of sake as if nothing had happened.

Shang Sirui winked at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "You two are finally not angry."

"Who's getting angry." Zhou Ziheng drank half a glass of sake, and put the glass back on the tea table with a bang.

"Whoever gets angry will know, I'm not blind." Shang Sirui bbed a few words in a low voice, then changed the subject as if he hadn't said anything, "Eat, eat, I'm starving to death."

Xia Xiqing finished chewing the sushi in his mouth, took Zhou Ziheng's glass, and drank the half glass of wine he hadn't finished.

Zhou Ziheng was taken aback, and snatched the cup from his hand, "You won't take the new one next to it."

"You're already feeding me sushi, so you're afraid that I'll use your cup." Xia Xiqing stuck out his red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth where a little sake had leaked, "I don't dislike old or new."

A pun. This kind of light tone made Zhou Ziheng flustered. He could only pretend not to understand, and silently lowered his head to eat.

While eating, Shang Sirui held his mobile phone and scrolled through the comments on his selfie just now, and shared them with them endlessly, "Oh my god, I scrolled so fast that I didn't even have time to read it."

"What did you do?" Xia Xiqing asked casually, and Shang Sirui read out a random one, "San San actually attacked! Xi Qing is so cute, I miss you..." Shang Sirui glanced at him after finishing reading in one breath. Glancing at Xia Xiqing, he leaned on the sofa and laughed non-stop.

Xia Xiqing shrugged, "I'm used to it. Every time I browse Weibo, the word I see the most is 'Missing Day'."

If these ignorant girls know that you are an unscrupulous scumbag, let's see if they still want to die. Zhou Ziheng, who was eating in silence, cursed secretly.

"That's because you are so good-looking. According to what we call your face now, your face is a movie face, that kind of beautiful and story-telling face." Shang Sirui picked up the bottle of ice cream while blowing rainbow farts. He drank vodka and poured himself some. He suddenly had an idea, "Hey, it's no fun for us to just drink, let's play games."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, "Recording the program makes me feel uncomfortable hearing the word game now."

"You now know that it's not easy to be a Killer." Shang Sirui sighed, "My little heart was about to jump out in the last issue. Stop talking, let's do this," Shang Sirui put the bottle of small The little one quickly drank the empty sake, picked it up, poured out the last bit of wine, cleared away a few packing boxes, and put the wine bottle horizontally in the middle, "There are no cards here, let's play the most old-fashioned truth or dare Bar."

Zhou Ziheng remained expressionless, "I object."

Shang Sirui quickly retorted with a smile, "An objection is invalid. If you eat my food, you have to listen to me."

Xia Xiqing smiled lazily, "I have no objection."

Of course you have no objection, and you can't speak the truth. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

They are all public figures, and it is unrealistic to play a big adventure, so the rules can only be changed. "Whoever turns the bottle to tell the truth, the other two can discuss and ask a question, which must be answered."

"Then what if you don't want to answer?" Zhou Ziheng asked, "There will always be times when you can't answer."

Shang Sirui hummed for a long time, then raised his chin all of a sudden, "Then drink a whole glass of vodka."

The game was not very interesting at the beginning, the three of them didn't let go, Zhou Ziheng was lucky, he was not selected by the bottle mouth once, but Shang Sirui himself, after drinking at least three cups, his face turned red. Zhou Ziheng glanced at Xia Xiqing from the corner of his eye, and he also had a drink, but he looked like he was fine. That's right, for a libertine like him, he should have a lot of alcohol.

"Hey, no, no," Shang Sirui waved his hand, and wanted to change the rules again, "Everyone can only use up to three chances to block the drink, and must answer the question."

As soon as the rules were changed, Shang Sirui pinched the middle of the bottle with his fingers and turned it around. The green translucent glass bottle circled on the table, getting slower and slower, and finally stopped, straight Pointing at Zhou Ziheng.

What a pity. Zhou Ziheng was thinking about tomorrow's plane, but he really didn't want to be prying into his privacy, so he chose to drink a glass of vodka after some deliberation. Zhou Ziheng, who was not good at drinking, was choked by this solid liquor and coughed for a long time.

"You can't drink so much." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and patted him on the back lightly.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated without warning. Zhou Ziheng attributed it to the side effects of alcohol. He straightened his back and wiped his lips carelessly with the back of his hand.

"I heard that people who can't drink will be very unlucky at the wine table." Xia Xiqing tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, his collarbone was exposed from the oversized neckline, shining white under the hotel lights.

Are all southerners this white? The heat from the alcohol made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.

"Come, come, come again. Xi Qing come and go."

Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand, and gently held the cylindrical bottle body with his slender fingers. Zhou Ziheng always thought his hand was beautiful, but at this time he was a little embarrassed to look at it, so he could only turn his head in a daze.

"Ah! It's Ziheng again! Hahaha, has Xi Qing's mouth been opened?"

"What?" Zhou Ziheng looked at the wine bottle pointing at himself on the table in shock, "I'm not playing anymore."

"Hey, are you a man?" Shang Sirui was drunk and spoke with a bit of a tongue, but still grabbed Zhou Ziheng relentlessly, "Hey, I can't drink this time, I have to think about a problem... um... When was your first love?"

Zhou Ziheng gave up on himself, "I don't have a first love, and my mother and fetus are single."

"What? I don't believe it." Shang Sirui put his palm to his mouth and whispered with flushed cheeks, "I've even dated girlfriends before."

"Si Rui, you get drunk too easily." Xia Xiqing held a wine glass, twirling his wrist gently, shaking the wine in the glass, and added questions for Shang Sirui, with a soft tone, as if flirting, "Then you always There is someone you like," he said, looking at Zhou Ziheng's side face with his beautiful peach eyes, the arc of the end of his eyes was slightly raised, which was very attractive.

"When was the first time you fell in love with someone else?"

Shang Sirui immediately became excited, "Yes! The first time... when and who is the first time I like someone! Just drink two glasses without talking!"

Zhou Ziheng stared at the wine glass on the table, thinking of the chat with Zhao Ke in the car just now.

If Xia Xiqing wasn't there, he might have been able to tell this incident as a joke. Anyway, Shang Sirui was too drunk, so he might not remember it. But Xia Xiqing was sitting next to him, and he suddenly couldn't speak.

But he quickly refuted his guilt.

What can't be said, isn't it just unrequited love. As if afraid of him...

"Say it quickly."

"Six years old."

Shang Sirui screamed, "Damn it! Zhou Ziheng is awesome! It's too early for you to get enlightened!"

Zhou Ziheng scratched his hair irritably, "It can't be considered love at all. It was the first time I went to act. I was so nervous that I trembled when I saw the camera. I was shooting in a park again. There were so many people. I couldn't get through the filming several times. Let's take a rest." I sneaked away when I was in school, and I met a girl, she took care of me and folded for me..." He suddenly paused, "I was encouraged to come, if it wasn't for meeting her, I might not have acted anymore .”

Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, but it was more like a superficial smile, "Girl? How old is a girl?"

"Oh my god, what kind of fairy story is this, my childhood sweetheart!" Shang Sirui giggled.

Zhou Ziheng kicked him, "Much taller than me, probably my sister."

"Sister?" Shang Sirui laughed even more exaggeratedly, "Hahahahahaha, more and more your orientation is towards older women!"

"What direction?" Zhou Ziheng grabbed the wine bottle impatiently, wanting to ask this question as soon as possible, "Okay, I'll turn it over to you."

Xia Xiqing didn't laugh at him about it, but just sat on the side and ate slowly. This made Zhou Ziheng a little surprised, but he didn't bother to think too much about it. It is estimated that this kind of child's story is not eye-catching to a seasoned veteran like him, and it is not even a joke.

With a force on his wrist, the wine bottle turned all of a sudden.

Tens of seconds passed, and the bottle finally stopped in front of Xia Xiqing slowly.

"Xi Qing! Xi Qing! Xi Qing..." Shang Sirui was completely drunk.

Xia Xiqing looked resigned, and touched Shang Sirui with his toe, "What question do you want to ask?"

The dizzy Shang Sirui smirked, and repeated Xia Xiqing's words imitatively, "What question do you want to ask~"

Zhou Ziheng knocked on his forehead with the end of his chopsticks, causing Shang Sirui to cover his head and scream.

For a while, no one asked Xia Xiqing who had lost the game, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down. In fact, many questions flashed through Zhou Ziheng's mind in an instant. He has always known nothing about Xia Xiqing. Just like what Shang Sirui said, he is obviously a person with a story.

But he couldn't ask.

"Don't ask, right? Then I'll punish myself." Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly under the warm yellow light of the hotel, he picked up the glass filled with vodka, and was about to pour it in. I heard Zhou Ziheng's question after a long delay.

"...Why are you afraid of the dark?"