The video of the whole day took more than an hour to watch.

If you put the camera on the road, you will see all kinds of lives - kissing couples, furious children, high school girl walking while crying with her untied schoolbag, white-collar girl walked to the side of the road and suddenly took off her high heels, and some people who had brushed her like she was ten times the speed of the wind.

Jian Zixing actually had a contour in his heart, which was formed by the inexplicable sense of follow-up behind that night. It was inserted into Zhongchen's description and became clearer.

Unfortunately, he has never been able to find an existence that matches that outline in the video.

When you squeeze together to watch the replay, your arms are bumped together, and you can feel the gradually spreading disappointment through the subtle changes in each other's breathing frequency.

When the video was finished playing, Jian Zixing realized that Zhongchen had fallen asleep at some point. A big boy in his eighteen sat with his knees close to the wall, his head was not tilted, and he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The long eyelashes are a little light green. I don’t know if they have been there or have only appeared recently, but it suddenly makes people feel distressed at this moment.

"Zi Xing." Gao Ang stood under the ground and raised his head and said, "I'm turning off the lights?"

"Close." Jian Zixing made a lip-syncing reply.

Two seconds later, the dormitory headlights turned off, Gao Yang walked to the window and pulled the curtains tightly, went to bed with Zhang Xi, and quickly turned over and fell asleep.

The room was dark and quiet, and the screen of the phone was still lit. Jian Zixing gently pressed the phone out, wrapped the earphones hanging from Zhongchen's ears, and stuffed them under his pillow.

Zhongchen was sleeping very tired, his breathing was different, but he couldn't wake up. Jian Zixing carefully wanted to push him to wake him up, but before his hand could reach over, his head suddenly leaned over.

It was dark and thumping, the head fell on the shoulder, the collarbone hurt, and the hair was tied with chin and itchy.

But Jian Zixing somehow didn't push it away.

Zhongchen was still asleep, breathing in a mess, probably because he was having some bad dreams.

The room was quiet for a while. Jian Zixing used his other hand to grop on the bed in the darkness, touched his Rubik's Cube, raised it up and looked at the light cast in the corridor for a few seconds, remembering what he is now, and then began to recover.

The room was quiet, and only the Rubik's Cube wheel axle occasionally made a few faint sounds. After Jian Zixing recovered, he stretched out to the light to check it, and then he disrupted it again, and kept it a little while, until he couldn't remember the next step and restored it again.

When he was a child, he always ran to his hometown to ask for the door. Jian Hua refused to let him in at the beginning. Before he learned to pick the lock, he liked to carry his schoolbag and twist the Rubik's Cube in the dark corridor.

The sound of the mechanical shaft of Kaba Kaba is one of the sense of security in childhood. Later, he learned to pick locks, make earrings, like to wear hats, and make small crabs with his own hands. There is nothing he is "afraid" about, at least no one knows that he has weaknesses.

People are forced to grow up little by little by little by life.

The Rubik's Cube recovered and broke up again, and it went around in circles, and I don't know how many rounds and turns. Jian Zixing's butt was numb, his waist was aching faintly, and his mind began to be unclear.

There is a color block arrangement that cannot be remembered clearly, so it should be able to calculate it quickly, but the human brain is always not easy to use in the second half of the night. After calculating for a long time, the more chaotic it becomes, and the memories of the other sides begin to blur.

One hand suddenly held his hand in the darkness.

The warmth and powerful joints are irritated with him.

"Yellow, green and yellow." Zhongchen still laid on his shoulders, his voice alternating with silence, and said quietly beside his neck: "Blue blue, green, red, green, red, blue, yellow."

A cluster of current seemed to pass through the tip of his heart. Jian Zixing loosened his hand and the Rubik's Cube was taken away by Zhongchen.

Zhongchen looked at the Rubik's Cube under the light for more than ten seconds. Just when Jian Zixing thought he was asleep again, he suddenly started to twist, and the top edge block moved upwards and twisted, then the top corner block, and then to the second layer...

Zhongchen used the most basic calculation formula to twist it, which was very simple, but he twisted it very smoothly.

In the darkness, there was only a crackling sound. After a while, Zhongchen threw the Rubik's Cube in Jian Zixing's arms.

Suddenly, he sat upright and rubbed his neck, sighing softly.

"Are you stupid? I fell asleep and you woke me up, and you were like a charity wooden man."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt and lay down, then reached out to poke Jian Zixing's little finger.

"Page is going to bed," he said softly.

Jian Zixing put the Rubik's Cube next to his pillow in a daze and lay down facing the wall like Zhongchen.

"Brother Chen." Jian Zixing asked softly, "Are you very sad?"

"It's okay." Zhongchen smiled silently in the darkness, "The twelve-colored pentahedral cube was taught by my dad when he was a child. There are 1,068 possibilities. But no matter which one I am, I can't find him."

Jian Zixing felt a soreness rising from the depths of his nose. He hesitated for a moment and stretched his hand under the railing.

Zhongchen smiled, "Don't comfort me, don't be discouraged, I'm used to it. I'll continue looking for it tomorrow, just like you're waiting for your dad to open your eyes, we must keep moving forward."

While he said, he gently scratched Jian Zixing's palm with his fingernails, "I suddenly felt a little unwilling to accept this these two days. I suddenly didn't want to be trapped here. I want to find him earlier, give an explanation for whether to live or die, and then, I also want to go to my university."

"Yes." Jian Zixing closed his eyes and covered his sadness in a plain tone, "Okay, I'll organize some more information for you tomorrow."

"No need." Zhongchen said with a smile, "I can counterattack by myself, and I can compete with you for the first place when I work hard."

Jian Zixing couldn't help but touch his pillow when he heard this, "I'll talk nonsense again."

...

It was not until after three o'clock in the middle of the night that Jian Zixing fell asleep.

In the dream, he and Zhongchen held hands and ran wildly. In front of him was infinity covered by white light. They kept running until their calfs were swaying, and their feet seemed to be flying up like clouds and mist.

Yalasuo's music suddenly started playing all over the world. Jian Zixing's heart burst into tears, stepped on the air and opened his eyes suddenly before falling to the ground.

At the same time, the people on the two beds above and opposite each other sat up almost at the same time.

The radio speaker releases at least one hundred decibels of soprano –

"Then! That's it! Qing! Tibetan! Gao—ao ah! Ao ah! Ao ah! Ao ah!——"

"I'll fuck his ancestors." Gao Ang swung a dictionary and smashed his backhand at the speaker on the top of the door, slamming into the ground.

Zhang Xi sighed violently and raised his hand to mess with his hair like a chicken coop, "I'll give you a grand introduction. Although our special wake-up bell for high school in the UK, middle school, and high school, came a little later than in the past, it was still impossible to avoid it."

Zhongchen looked very upset, "Aren't you afraid of the sudden death of a student?"

"I'm afraid, so you can't hear it a hundred days before the college entrance examination." Zhang Xi covered his heart and trembled and trembled into the ladder. "This is specifically used to dominate those of us who have just entered the third year of high school to prevent anyone from falling behind and not being able to keep up."

"Damn it." Zhongchen's voice was filled with ice, "I'll smash the glass from the mailroom downstairs sooner or later."

Zhang Xi went downstairs to open the door, and the doors and shouts came one after another in the corridor, an unprecedented bustling morning.

Jian Zixing didn't say anything, but he was still irritated by his head not waking up. He fumbled for a long time before he went down the ladder.

Zhongchen poked his head out on the bed, "It's early, it's early."

"Good morning." Jian Zixing threw the toothpaste and toothbrush into the basin, "It's only half past six, go to the cafeteria to eat."

"Okay." Zhongchen smiled. The depression she felt like she had never happened last night. He hummed a tune and jumped down from the bed in three or two steps, stretched his waist, "Get up early and eat early, sleep in class, and rush!"

Jian Zixing's eyes swept across the small tight and strong belly that someone showed when he stretched his waist, and walked out the door calmly.

I never saw Zhongchen exercise, but he just had abdominal muscles and the lines were clear and profound, outlined on the young man's waist, which looked very beautiful.

I am in my senior year of high school and I still use the bed railing as pull-ups every day. Gao Ang was probably angry and crying when he saw it.

"Eat buns in the morning." Zhongchen shouted behind him, "Six buns and two eggs, and a box of milk tea is ton."

Jian Zixing opened the door coldly, "If you want to eat, you will move."

Zhongchen was happy and looked at the back of his head with a careful heart.

I woke up early in the third year of high school, and there were not many people in the cafeteria. There were more than twenty minutes left before class after dinner.

Gao Ang bit the straw and sighed, "I wouldn't go upstairs without Hu Xiujie's death yell."

"Satisfied you." Zhang Xi looked miserable, "How great it is to take the resuming class, old horse, hey, our fresh elite class this year is Hu Xiujie, and people are kicked every day."

"Did you get the class and take the exam?" Gao Ang asked after realizing it.

"The exam is over," said Zhang Xi, "It's just like in previous years. The first class of science is Class 4, which is the first fifty in this academic year. Hey, but the midterm exam has to be with your class zero. I know, Zixing and Liu Yi, who is in your class, must be in the top fifty."

"Zi Xing must be the top three." Gao Ang said, "Liu Yi probably won't be the top ten either. Look at him being low-key now, after all, Big Q is the boss."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Xiyitong nodded wildly, "I have to work hard. This time I'm ranking more than thirty years old, it's not stable."

Jian Zixing didn't say anything, and his anger was awakened by the noise when he was sleeping, and he didn't even taste the breakfast.

But he heard Gao Ang clearly say that Liu Yi is low-key.

He is low-key, and he is swaying in the post bar every day, challenging him in various styles, as if he will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't treat him for a day.

Jian Zixing became even more annoyed, so he couldn't even open his eyes. He reached out to take out his hat from his pocket and barely suppressed his hair that was about to explode.

"Don't worry," Zhongchen said with a smile while drinking milk tea, "I didn't see you guys Zixing annoyed."

Gao Ang glanced at him, "Brother Chen, are you going to be the younger brother Jian Zixing recently?"

"Yes." Zhongchen raised his eyebrows, "Have you ever seen a school tyrant be a younger brother to the academic god?"

"No." Gao Ang said speechlessly: "Don't you look at the class group? They said that you smiled at Jian Zixing and admired the psychological endurance of the boss Zixing. If someone else had jumped off the building."

"He didn't join the group at all." Jian Zixing looked cold, "It's so noisy. Can you shut up early in the morning to calm me down."

He said as he passed by a group of people blocked from the back door of the class, entered the class through the front door, walked directly to the last row by the window, jumped into the seat and slept down, his movements flowing.

As soon as Zhongchen moved lazily to the front door, he heard a subtle sound in the crowd behind him that was almost drowned by the noise of the corridor.

"Zhongchen."

Gentle and gentle, like a shy little dove.

Zhongchen instantly put away his smile and turned around expressionlessly.

"Call me?" He looked at the girl walking over.

He is 1.6 meters tall, thin, with hair to shoulders, single eyelids, and white.
To be continued...