tidal lock

The author has something to say: 16-year-old Xixi is a delicious and beautiful boy (drool)

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Lavender lilacs bloomed beside the boy's bright eyes, and the morning dew slid down the leaf veins, dripping into the heart with a soft "click".

The moment the pure white figure disappeared behind the door, Zhou Yichao closed his eyes and his throat trembled slightly.

Probably this is the end.

Zhou Yichao knelt in pain and retched at the entrance, all the veins on his neck were bulging, his whole face was completely red, his fingers on both sides were curled up together, struggling with all his strength, as if he really wanted to escape.

Looking up, you can know everything with just one glance.

Ye Xi flew over to cover Zhou Yichao's ears, and pressed him into his arms without any explanation. Hearing the endlessly loud and vicious female voice, his brows were furrowed heavily.

It has to be cut off quickly.

Ye Xi leaned back slightly as he covered Zhou Yichao's hand.

"are you OK?"

The opponent's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were red with vomiting, and there was no focus at all.

Ye Xi supported Zhou Yichao leaning on his shoulder, covered the other's exposed ear with the wide sweater sleeve of his left arm, quickly turned on the phone to call out the siren, turned the volume to the maximum, pushed down the doorknob and threw it out.

The hysterical woman quickly fled the gate cursing and stepping on her high heels.

37 degrees eight.

Fasting for one day with fever plus drinking.

It's only going to get worse.

Ye Xi put down the electronic thermometer, wrung out the hot towel and put it on Zhou Yichao's forehead, got up and went downstairs.

Ye Xi added some pure water to the pot, and sealed the braised pork in the refrigerator.

The cell phone playing the siren outside the door was still ringing, Ye Xi unlocked it and pressed pause, then went back to the kitchen and turned off the fire.

When I opened the door, half of the towel was on my forehead, and half of it fell on the pillow.

Ye Xi took off the towel and threw it into the warm water, staring down at the other's frowning brows.

With the shoulder blades lifted, Zhou Yichao opened his eyes from his nightmare, and saw a bowl of steaming steaming porridge.

The porcelain spoon was handed to the lips, the aroma blew into the nostrils, and the soft halo gradually spread on the light brown hair.

"Clap."

The light gray quilt is smudged in dots.

The water in the basin is cold.

Ye Xi put down the bowl and stood up from the chair. Almost instantly, he felt a pulling force behind him.

The corners of the wide sweater were grabbed, Zhou Yichao lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Where are you going?"

"Go change the water."

Ye Xi picked up the basin, even though he answered, the other party still didn't let go.

This time the corner of the clothes was directly pulled and twisted.

"Where are you going?"

The other party repeated it tremblingly at the end, his white knuckles turned red with force, Ye Xi turned around and sat back on the chair, put the basin back to its original place, and put his palm on the back of the other's hand that was pulling him.

"Not going anywhere."

Like rain, it gradually became moist.

Ye Xi pulled the dark gray quilt, spread out the wrung towel and stuck it to Zhou Yichao's cheek.

"I won't go."

Hot tears slid down the thumb to the wrist bone, so Ye Xi knew for the first time——

When Zhou Yichao was crying, he didn't make any sound.

The soft and warm porridge moistens the dry throat and slides into the stomach, soothing and painful at the same time.

Zhou Yichao grabbed Ye Xi's clothes and sank into the quilt, feeling like a sponge soaked in water, expanding little by little.

The water mist from the humidifier sprayed quietly, and the air was like this when we escaped from the practice room together in the early morning, full of the damp smell of mud.

The rich aroma permeates the skin with the moisture of the morning dew, and the faint mist spreads out, and wherever the eyes can see, there is a hazy beauty like a fairyland.

A chill spread over his shoulders, and the 16-year-old Ye Xi walked in front, stretched out his hand and folded a purple lilac and pinned it behind his ear, and turned around with a smile——

"looks good?"

The bright eyes were exposed to the bright white morning light, and the just-right breeze lifted the corner of the boy's pure white clothes, filling the missing heartbeat with fragrance.

Zhou Yichao raised his hand to caress the profile of Ye Xi who had tucked up the quilt for him, and blinked his eyelashes slowly and firmly.

"very nice."

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Yichao's lips, he closed his eyes and fell into the 16-year-old Xia Tian.

At that time, I probably wanted to do the same.

He smoked all the half pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

Sitting in the nanny's car, Xu Tong had a panoramic view of the farce that happened in front of Zhou Yichao's house half an hour ago.

In the briefcase on the passenger seat, there is a trainee material that the company plans to promote in the near future.

I didn't want to do this.

Zhou Yichao's self-destructive sacrifices intensified, and the situation was far worse than imagined.

Artists who have been brought up with one hand will more or less have feelings, let alone a child that I have identified from the beginning.

Giving up is not easy.

Seeing that the lights on the second floor of the villa were turned off, Xu Tong drove away.

When the light in one place dims, the light in another will come on.

Xu Tong swiped his card to enter the company. Under the surveillance of the practice room, he compared the faces of the artists on the materials in his hand, and unconsciously tapped the table with his right ring finger.

Who will be the next Zhou Yichao?

Dance music played in the practice room, and Xu Tong folded his hands and stared at the screen.

one, two, three...

His eyes quickly passed over the portrait, only to hear a crisp "click", and the security guard who was dozing off beside him was startled.

Xu Tong closed the trainee materials, closed his eyes, pinched his frowning brows with his fingers, and fumbled in his pocket, only to find an empty cigarette case.

It's all gone.

On the eve of the formation of the group six years ago, Xu Tong was sitting in the monitoring room as he is now, lighting a cigarette behind the boss who called him.

At that time, Xu Tong held a female artist known as the popular little queen in his hands, and he couldn't arouse any interest in a group that had just debuted.

The moment the sparks ignited, the melody of the dance music caught my ears.

With just a casual glance, Xu Tong has been planted on Zhou Yichao for six years.

It turns out that intuition is also a gift.

In the group show that was also recorded, Zhou Yichao's rising number of fans showed an overwhelming result in the group.

So Xu Tong paid more attention to this newcomer and tried his best to fight for opportunities everywhere.

As expected, Zhou Yichao lived up to his expectations, became popular with the resources he gave, and even the speed of his popularity far exceeded his expectations.

From resigning from the group and flying solo to starring in movies and TV series, Zhou Yichao has stepped on the popularity soaring all the way, and the endorsements at home and abroad have been directly softened.

Everything was proceeding step by step according to his own planning and prediction. Xu Tongmei was so overwhelmed that he accompanied the director at the dinner to promote cups and drinks, and called a substitute driver to Zhou Yichao's house, and handed over the variety show script that he had won so hard. Into the hands of the big star that he created with his own hands.

That day was the first time Zhou Yichao said the word quit acting to himself.

As if being poured with a pot of cold water, the sober Xu Tong was drenched from head to toe while watching the variety show script that Zhou Yichao had left aside.

Xu Tong took the cigarette handed over by the security guard at the side, and gradually narrowed his eyes amid the flickering sparks of the cigarette.

Perhaps everything has been derailed since then.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Xu Tong was sullen in the smog that filled the room, turned on the video recording, and used a pen pinned to his chest to type grades from C to F on the trainee materials.

Shortly after the video was posted, the phone in my pocket vibrated.Xu Tong was at the peak of his agitation, and he didn't want to answer the bullshit phone call from his boss trying to persuade him to speak earnestly.

The moment he saw the name of the caller, the pen in Xu Tong's hand slid straight down from the tiger's mouth.

Xing An, same-sex movie, protagonist.

Xu Tong stepped on the brakes in front of the villa door, put on his shoes and stepped on the entrance to go upstairs after entering the password.

Whether he is self-destructive or otherwise, it must be stopped to the end.

The cold water basin, soaked towels, and empty porridge bowls are all a mess, and there is more than 01:30 to clean up.

The top two buttons of the shirt were unscrewed, Zhou Yichao's index finger and thumb pinched the wide sleeves of the sweater in the middle, Ye Xi closed his eyes and pillowed on the side of the bed, holding the quilt covering Zhou Yichao's arm in his hand, the two of them Snuggle together and fall asleep peacefully, breathing long.

Xu Tong stood in front of the door holding the half-open doorknob, his eyes suddenly sank.

Got it wrong.

The real reason for Zhou Yichao's derailment.