【Zhou Xiang】Gravity

1.

Is it really a coincidence?

Not necessarily.

Can simple allergies affect pheromones?meeting.At least that's what the doctor told himself when he was admitted to the hospital before—"Although this situation is rare, and we can't find out the cause, there have indeed been cases similar to yours."

Thinking of this, Zhou Zekai frowned subconsciously.

Even so, the only time when the pheromone fluctuation broke through the safe value was when Sun Xiang was present.

Yellow oranges were piled up at the edge of his field of vision, and from time to time someone would take a few and put them in a bag, as if some kind of hint... what did it hint at?

Zhou Zekai thought deeply, Sun Xiang's scratched fingertips, the blood that flowed out, and that particularly strong and sweet orange scent...all floated up, and 4D flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The feeling of hypoxia and dizziness came like a tide, and Zhou Zekai's breathing suddenly became short of breath.Fortunately, he has experience, so he quickly took a deep breath and grasped the burr edge of the cart!

The sharp pain shot up all the way from the peripheral nerves, forcing those fragmented impressions out of his mind.Only then did he slow down.

Sun Xiang didn't know that Zhou Zekai's degree of "allergies" to oranges was actually different from that of ordinary people - as long as ordinary people don't touch them, they will be fine.And he, like just now, with a little imagination, will feel the pain of his heart being suddenly clenched.

Can't think any more!

Zhou Zekai's breathing became short again involuntarily, he closed his eyes subconsciously - he had to stay in another place - it was unwise to let so many oranges dangle in front of him.

So when Sun Xiang came back from the bathroom, Zhou Zekai was already picking wild rice stems ten meters away from the orange shelf.

The two had their own thoughts, one was guilty, the other was confused, and neither of them mentioned the orange thing again.

After weighing the vegetables, they took a long way back to the watermelon display stand and stopped for a while.As expected by Sun Xiang, Zhou Zekai directly picked the complete one.

"What Du Xiaoming wants is boxed, let the master cut it?" Sun Xiang teased.

Zhou Zekai shook his head: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

"I knew you would plan like this, so I followed." Sun Xiang's tone was full of pride, "Is there any such thing as a god?"

Zhou Zekai: "..."

Only then did Sun Xiang realize that he had slipped the truth about his intentions. He was embarrassed for a while, and said: "...Isn't it good for someone to help?"

Zhou Zekai frowned: "Thank you."

Damn, this guy fouled again!

Sun Xiang was caught off guard and blushed, and snorted heavily from his nostrils. Because he felt awkward, he didn't speak to Zhou Zekai for a long time afterwards.

2.

When it was time to pay the bill, Sun Xiang got over the embarrassment and insisted on sharing the "burden" equally with Zhou Zekai.

Zhou Zekai responded vaguely, "Okay", his movements were faster than Sun Xiang's, and he picked up the heaviest watermelon first, leaving the light tubes and other fruits, snacks and vegetables.

Sun Xiang was so angry that he lost the desire to communicate, he grabbed the bag and left with a cold face.

If the two hadn't been standing together since the checkout line, and had been talking just now, the cashier and the supermarket security almost thought Sun Xiang was robbing in the open.

With this breath, after walking several hundred meters, Sun Xiang still couldn't move smoothly.

Within a few steps, he subconsciously glanced at the watermelon in Zhou Zekai's hand, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

Facing Zhou Zekai alone, except for some special circumstances, Sun Xiang had almost nothing to say.

So when the fire reached his throat, Sun Xiang slammed on the brakes and stopped the opponent.

"What's wrong with you, you're being so polite!" He stared at Zhou Zekai, "Isn't it just a watermelon?"

"But," Zhou Zekai said calmly, "it's just a watermelon." It meant that he could carry it easily.

This exact sentence choked Sun Xiang.

"You—" At this moment, Sun Xiang had the idea that he should buy a bottle of ice water and pour it on Zhou Zekai's head.

The two stared at each other for a while.Sun Xiang's chest rose and fell several times, and finally he lowered his head and kicked the stones at his feet: "Then you don't have to spoil Du Ming!"

The stone hit the edge of the flower bed and bounced back.

Zhou Zekai subconsciously stared at its trajectory until it stopped, then raised his head belatedly—wait...why is it Du Ming again?

Sun Xiang's thinking jump speed is never normal.Zhou Zekai thought with emotion.

Fortunately, he already had Sun Xiang's coquettish mind out of place, and gave an instant answer.

"he is my friend."

It's okay if you don't say this, but when you say it, the anger that Sun Xiang just vented because of that kick just doubled back!

"He's your friend!" Losing his sanity, he yelled out the classic speech that he wanted to slap himself after the incident, "What about me?!"

4.

fertile!day!

What did I just say? !

Sun Xiang's mind exploded like hot water, making a loud bang!

That young and handsome face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.Fortunately, there was a layer of filter added to the night, and he happened to be standing in a shadow, otherwise he probably didn't know how to escape.

On the other hand, Zhou Zekai was much calmer.

When Sun Xiang yelled out the words "What about me?", he was slightly taken aback, subconsciously tilted his head, and looked at the sidewalk tree.

As if to imply: to save face for you, I didn't see anything.

But this untimely thoughtfulness angered Sun Xiang.

"Don't be fucking stupid!" He forgot his embarrassment, strode forward and grabbed Zhou Zekai's lapel, "Speak!"

Zhou Zekai was forced to turn around.

His lowered eyes fell on Sun Xiang's hand.

Sun Xiang let go of his hand like a fire.

Embarrassment appeared on his face again: "...That's not..."

"You and Du Ming." Zhou Zekai slapped his long eyelashes lightly, "You are different from them."

Sun Xiang: "—Huh?"

He originally wanted to ask what is "they" and what is "different", but soon, he realized that there is no need to ask—the flash of embarrassment in Zhou Zekai's eyes leaked the secret.

Sun Xiang was stunned for half a second, then laughed and cursed: "Fuck!"

5.

The scene of the scoreboard flipping and reversing instantly appeared in Sun Xiang's mind. Although he couldn't completely recover from the shock, he had a premonition that victory was within his grasp.

"I don't understand what you just said." He took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Zhou Zekai's face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a naughty arc, and he asked knowingly, "Can you explain, what is no, one, like?" .”

Zhou Zekai's eyes flickered slightly: "I don't know. But it's different."

Answered is the same as not answered.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Sun Xiang laughed so hard he couldn't breathe.

"Sun Xiang—"

"Don't explain!" Sun Xiang turned around abruptly, with a strange expression on his face, "Don't explain! How dare I beat you to death!"

After he finished speaking, as if trying to hide his emotions, he jumped up onto the flower bed, sprinted to the front, jumped down, stood 20 meters away and shouted at Zhou Zekai: "Whatever you want, what are you doing, why are you standing still?! "

The corner of Zhou Zekai's mouth twitched for no apparent reason, and he quickened his pace.

6.

None of them spoke much for the rest of the way.

The wind is cool and cool, and the moonlight leaks from the gaps in the whirling leaves, shining brightly and peacefully on their faces, and on the somewhat damaged blue-brick sidewalks in the old city... Everything is so comfortable, so comfortable It doesn't matter if you just walk like this, or walk endlessly.

Even if Sun Xiang was killed, he would not tell Zhou Zekai. At that moment, he realized that Zhou Zekai and Guapi's trio... were different in his perception.

But this kind of shameful and unclear words, Zhou Zekai admitted it, he didn't admit it, rounding it up means that he won Zhou Zekai.

Just, very, happy, happy!

I don't know why, but I'm happy!

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. Not only was he happy, but he was also proud, secretly proud, and he couldn't laugh too much and howl!

His feet are super light, lighter than ever, and every two steps he takes, he wants to jump.Like the kind of first-grade elementary school students who go to school on the first day, like crazy, wanting to jump around regardless.

childish!

The villain A in Sun Xiang's heart gave himself a middle finger.

However, in reality, he brought the word childish to the fullest——

He couldn't help it, really couldn't help it, so he jumped up secretly for the first time.

Successfully jumped on the high brick edge around a street tree!

Sun Xiang took two unsteady steps, the brick edge was too short, and he walked in an instant.

But not enough, not enough fun, what should I do?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Zekai's unresponsiveness...he made a second decisive move.

This time jumping directly and accurately from the brick edge of one tree to another.Because the center of gravity was unstable when landing, Sun Xiang almost knocked his forehead on the tree trunk.

The movement was so loud that it was difficult for Zhou Zekai to pretend he didn't see it.

The eyes of the two met, and Sun Xiang didn't know where to borrow his momentum: "Any opinion?!"

Zhou Zekai shook his head, quite helplessly: "Be careful."

"Don't underestimate people!" Sun Xiang raised his chin triumphantly, "It was just a warm-up, now let you see what real skills are!"

While speaking, Sun Xiang walked to a place where he was about to climb down the stairs.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, took three steps at a time, and ran down like a vigorous little leopard like a shooting star.

"Awesome!" Sun Xiang's figure quickly disappeared from Zhou Zekai's sight along with provocative words.

Seeing that Sun Xiang didn't play cards according to the rules, Zhou Zekai didn't take it seriously at first, and continued to walk slowly at his own pace.But immediately after, he heard a short "Fuck" from below, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He quickened his pace to the entrance of the steps.

About 20 steps away, a certain brat was leaning on the wall, with annoyed face, grinning and turning his ankle.

"Can you go?" Zhou Zekai walked beside him.

"Should be able to - I rely on it!" Sun Xiang stepped his foot back to the ground as if to be brave, and his facial features instantly distorted.

Zhou Zekai said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

Sun Xiang froze, and reluctantly sat down on the steps.

Zhou Zekai put the watermelon aside and knelt down on one knee regardless of the dirt on the ground.Before Sun Xiang realized what Zhou Zekai was going to do, the other party had already rolled his trousers up to his calf.

Under the bright moonlight, the ankle, which was swollen like a steamed bun, was clearly visible.

"Pain?" Zhou Zekai frowned slightly, stretched out his index finger, and touched it cautiously.

Sun Xiang couldn't hold back, and cursed a lot.

After scolding, he subconsciously looked for Zhou Zekai's eyes.I saw emotions surging in those eyes, not to say that they were more angry, but more distressed.

……Needed?

Unfamiliar emotions slammed into his heart like a hammer flying from the sky.

Sun Xiang opened his mouth, what kind of momentum, what kind of face...all disappeared in an instant like a leak.The virtual scoreboard in my mind flipped back in the blink of an eye.There was nothing left in his heart but a daze that he couldn't discern the reason for.

Not knowing what to say but feeling compelled to say something, he turned his face away, stared at the moss in the wall seal and muttered, "What a big deal, it's not bleeding anyway—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Four eyes met, Zhou Zekai's eyes were frighteningly dark.Sun Xiang's palms were cold, and he realized belatedly that he should never have mentioned the word "bleeding".

I don't understand why, but it seems that the more he wants to express "I care about you more than myself", the more angry Zhou Zekai becomes.

This is good, if you do something wrong or say something wrong, you still won’t be able to escape.

Is it too late to pretend to faint?

TBC

Kai: Hehe