Flashy Circle 3

—On a distant planet, there is only one person living.He is the king, minister, soldier and servant there, and his life is calm and leisurely.

Luo Zixin was born in a wealthy family, and he had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child.He is outstanding in appearance, smart and studious, and has grown up all the way, receiving countless applause, admiration and admiration.

But he was never praised by his parents.

Since he was eight years old, he has clearly realized that he has nothing to do with the man and woman who gave birth to him in this life.

From then on, he stayed alone in his kingdom.

Do what you want to do, say what you want to say.

His kingdom is his invincible fortress.

——Until one day, an alien broke into his planet and stayed there for a while.After that, the guests leave.His life has returned to peace, but he is no longer at ease.Because he tasted the taste of missing.

Luo Zixin opened his eyes.He wanted to take a nap, but someone on the other side of the plant wall was talking to himself, making it difficult to sleep.

"...What should I do, I miss my mother." He could hear the man's last words clearly.

The tone of voice suddenly changed from the high-pitched, long-winded one to an aggrieved and low tone.

Luo Zixin looked at the high blue sky in a daze.

The people on the other side of the wall stopped talking.

Luo Zixin doesn't come to school often.Occasionally, I don't go to class very much.Part of the time he would spend time in the school's plant maze.Curved and overgrown, like a hidden base.

From that day on, he discovered that there was one more person in his base.

The other party likes to talk to the silent plants.

From the other party's words, Luo Zixin gradually heard his identity.

The scene of seeing Ling Shang for the first time appeared in his mind.

He was wearing a small white suit and custom-made black shiny leather shoes, with piercing eyes; in the shadow of layers of fragrant clothes, he looked like a young poplar, fresh and wild.

But Luo Zixin was about to overturn his first impression.In Ling Shang's soliloquy, there is no shortage of vicious tricks to manipulate people.It turns out that the essence of small white poplar is deep-rooted wolf vines. It looks like a healthy plant, but in fact it does whatever it takes to grow.

In the highly competitive soil of the upper class, only the strong have the value of survival.

This is the iron law of evolution.

However, Ling still has attachments.As soon as he talked about his mother, he was like a young white poplar stretching against the wind, his tone of voice was as light as wind wings brushing against the tip of a leaf.

Luo Zixin came to school more often.

One day, I met Ling Shang on the road, and when the other party greeted him, his smile was as bright as the sunshine in early summer.Luo Zixin knew that he was going to meet his mother that day, and he was in a very good mood, even when he played tricks on others, he would be softer.

It was also on this day that Luo Zixin defended Ling Shang for the first time in the lounge.

After that, he didn't expect that Ling Shang began to pester him.A certain person changed his previous style of just greeting politely, and turned into a super brown candy, as sticky as he wanted.

He looked at Ling Shang supporting the wind and weak willows for a while, pear blossoms with rain for a while, and upright little white poplar for a while, and asked lightly, "...Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired!" Ling Shang shook his head, his smile was like a blooming spring flower, and there seemed to be deep joy coming from his heart.

He wasn't tired, so Luo Zixin went with him.

There was a lot of noise around me.

Ling Shang introduced him to the plant labyrinth, saying it was his secret base; Ling Shang took him to see Jian Hong, his most important relative.

They avoided the eyes and ears and met secretly, only for 10 minutes.

Jian Hong is beautiful, but Luo Zixin thinks she is the most beautiful when she looks at Ling Shang gently.

Jian Hong's hands were very warm. She laughed and said that he was the first friend Ling Shang brought back, and also her friend.

Beside Jian Hong, Ling Shang is really like a child.That kind of innocence is unadorned, like a clear spring flowing through Ding Dong.

He stretched his hand over Luo Zixin's shoulders, smiling a little naughty, a little naughty, a little teasing, but he didn't calculate at all, "Hee hee, Your Highness, my mother is your mother, we don't distinguish between you and me. How about it?"

Ling Shang smelled of Jian Hong's perfume, and their posture was so intimate that Luo Zixin had the illusion that he was also surrounded by the warmth of his mother.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, "...it depends on the situation."

Later, he took Ling Shang to meet An Chen and the others.

The scenes are a little violent.Ling Shang and Ning Haiteng fought.

How could he be Lian Jiazi's opponent.Luo Zixin wanted to stop him, but found that Ling Shang was fully committed to this hand-to-hand fight, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of bravery and ruthlessness.

So desperately, without any rules, even the primitive wildness and bloodthirsty excitement in the bystanders were awakened.

He gave up trying to stop him, and An Chen praised, "What kind of breed, so vigorous."

Ning Haiteng threw away the routine and started to wrestle with Ling Shang ruthlessly.

Just when Qi Fei came running in from outside the door, Ning Haiteng was stunned, and Ling Shang's fist grazed his chin.

Qi Fei, who had just entered the door, saw Ning Haiteng was injured, and burst into tears.

A fight ended.

Ning Haiteng was only slightly scratched, and Ling Shang was almost wounded.

After this fight, Ning Ling and the two of them became embarrassed.This is something.

At that time, Ning Haiteng went to comfort his rabbit, An Chen patted Ling Shang on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You are interesting. Let me introduce myself, my name is An Chen."

An Chen stretched out his hand of friendship, Ling Shang was tired and in pain, he just said, "My hand hurts, I will hold it next time."

"Haha! Good." An Chen didn't mind, and simply agreed.

Luo Zixin applied medicine to his hand, "Hiss—" Ling Shang gasped, his words were a little coquettish, "Be gentle...it hurts..."

Looking up at him, the desperate bravery is gone, only the pitiful fragility.

This person, how many expressions did he not show?

Naturally, the strength in his hand was lightened.

Relying on his own injury, Ling Shang called out, "Zixin..."

After a pause, Luo Zixin let him continue to apply the medicine.

"Zixin, Zixin, Zixin..."

Frowning and looking up, he saw that Ling Shang was like a successful cat, with the corners of his mouth curled up contentedly, and his eyes sparkling.

How would you describe the feeling in your heart?

Luo Zixin felt that there was one more person in his country.

——He began to look at the starry sky, hoping to see that enthusiastic foreign visitor again.He sat on the open ground, raised his head, and watched.Year, year, year after year.

At the age of 13, Luo Zixin asked Ling Shang, "...do you have someone you like?"

In the same year, he learned to smoke.First a sip, then a cigarette, then a pack, and finally the cigarette never leaves the body.

What he smoked was Spring Spring.

As the name suggests, the smoke has a calm taste, soft strength, and a fragrant taste, with a hint of mint and coolness.

Like his personality, thin and cool.

What does Ling Shang's answer have to do with him?He was still that Luo Zixin, who received countless applause, admiration and admiration.

Not necessarily much has changed.

-

At 17, they went to an elite training camp in South America for the last time.

The last task is to climb the snow mountain.

At night, a group of people camped on the mountainside.There was a sudden snowfall in the mountains. Just in case, the climbing task for the next day was cancelled, and we went down the mountain at dawn.

During the long night, they held a bonfire meeting.After all, there were so many young people, all of them full of blood, the meeting turned into a carnival, and the tequila originally used to warm up became an intensifying agent, and everyone danced and screamed, with no image at all.

Luo Zixin sat in the corner, watching everyone around the fire making ugly appearances.

A person sat down heavily beside him, reeking of alcohol. "Haha, it's really fun, Zixin, why don't you come and play too~"

As he spoke, Ling Shang leaned his head on his shoulder and laughed loudly, "Let's dance, let's dance~"

Luo Zixin turned his head and said to him, "You are drunk, go to bed obediently, huh?"

Ling Shang stopped smiling and raised his head with clear and bright eyes.

"Zixin, I want to kiss you."

In the blink of an eye, Luo Zixin was kissed.

The snow peaks of the Andes Mountains have an average altitude of more than 6000 meters.

In an instant, it was like an avalanche, and the sea of ​​snow on the top of the mountain rushed towards him violently and eagerly.

For the first time in his life, Luo Zixin couldn't help holding his startled heart with his hands.

He closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and accepted the kiss.

Ling Shang drank the tequila, and the tip of his tongue felt strong and spicy, and the temperature was scalding, almost burning his soul.

At this point, Luo Zixin understood that no matter how cold he was, he couldn't suppress his emotion.

The deep-buried feelings boiled up, like a fiery lava bursting into flames, clearly reflecting his humble self longing for love.

After the kiss was over, he slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Shang's eyes were still bright, but he let out a "hee hee" twice as if drinking wine, and licked his lips with insatiable desire, "Good wine, good wine ~ I want to drink!"

"Zixin, come on, let's go drink~" As he spoke, he stood up crookedly, and took Luo Zixin's arm.

Luo Zixin pulled Ling Shang back to his original position.Ling Shang's footsteps were unsteady, and he fell on top of him.

"It hurts! What are you doing..." Ling Shang rested his chin on Luo Zixin's shoulder, complaining vaguely.

He is in his arms.Luo Zixin concealed the shock in his heart, and whispered in his ear, "...Ling Shang, do you like me?"

Presumably he was intoxicated by the smell of agave.Probably his country was shaking violently.He had to find a point of support.

Men and women outside are still making noise.

Ling Shang's voice was clear, "...Like it? Hehe, no, Zixin, I don't like you."

-

I don't know what time it is in the morning.Surrounded by a blanket, Luo Zixin sat beside the extinguished bonfire.

Ling Shang has been moved back into the tent by him and fell asleep soundly.

The glass in front of him contained agave, and the little snowflakes fell into the wine, soaked, darkened, and disappeared.

The mountains are silent.The atmosphere of carnival has dissipated, only the biting wind.

it hurts.Every rib in my chest was aching sharply.

His country is in ruins.

-

In the morning, the snow has stopped.

Some people decided to continue climbing.

Ling Shang had a severe headache when he woke up. After washing up and eating a little breakfast, he came back with energy and joined the mountaineering ranks.

He smiled and said to Luo Zixin who was traveling with him, "Zixin, don't be afraid, if you fall, I will jump down to accompany you."

Luo Zixin smiled slightly, but did not respond.

Actually, what do I want your people to do?

I don't want your people, just throw your heart down and be with me.

-

The peak is covered with snow, and you can see all the small mountains.

The sun was just right, shining white on the vast snow.

Looking at the magnificent scenery in front of him, Luo Zixin thought, no matter how painful it is, it's nothing more than that.No matter how painful Luo Zixin was, this was the only way to go.

His broken kingdom, he will spend his life slowly mending.

-

After returning from South America, Luo Zixin found that Chunquan could no longer satisfy him.

He needs something spicy, choking, strong, like agave.

Marlboro became his choice.

Take a breath, live in your lungs for a while, and then exhale, like strong wine entering the body, there is pleasure in the paralysis.

Life is still going on, no big deal.

-

In her sophomore year, Luo Zixin met Bai Zhihan.

With a bun, gold-rimmed glasses, a cold face, and a white robe, like armor, it makes people feel chills.

Students in her class feel like hitting an iceberg.

While chatting, Luo Zixin heard a classmate say, "In the past, there were so many boys who 'died' in her hands!"

Not only the thesis was killed, but also the heart was lost at the foot of the iceberg beauty.

Luo Zixin originally wanted to specialize in psychiatry, but finally chose cardiology.

One day, he directly invited Bai Zhihan for a one-night stand. Bai Zhihan looked at him, slowly took the cigarette in his hand, and said calmly, "You are the first one to ask me for sex, and at the same time, you have no scruples in front of me." Someone who thinks so much about having sex with someone else. Guess you won't fall in love with me. I accept your invitation."

Hearing this, Luo Zixin raised his eyebrows, remembering Bai Zhihan's appearance in his mind for the first time.

The small thoughts hidden in his heart are so easily seen through, and should be reviewed.

But a confidant is hard to come by.

Later, he found out about Bai Zhihan and Luo Qiyun.

Later, Bai Zhihan died.

He quietly dealt with the funeral for her.

When the dust settled, he stood in front of her grave, smoking a cigarette.

It seems that everything has a destiny.

Luo Zixin, born in a rich family, has no worries about food and clothing, outstanding looks, smart and eager to learn.But what he wanted seemed like he would never get it.

Zhihan, this is fate.Right?

——One year, one year, and another year.He is old because of missing, because of loneliness, because of loneliness.Until his death, he didn't wait for that guest back then.His planet, after his death, was reduced to dust.

After taking his last puff of cigarette, Luo Zixin left the cemetery.