111 Extraordinary Seventeen: Travel (Part 1)
On the first Friday of June, Xia Xiqing suddenly asked Zhou Ziheng to take him abroad. At that time, Zhou Ziheng was peeling the apples for him, and the long red curly peel was so broken, which made him feel a little pity.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Ziheng took a bite of an apple by himself. Xia Xiqing's heart was moved by the crisp and juicy voice. He took the apple in his hand, followed by taking a bite, and said vaguely, "firenze."
He speaks Italian. This is the first time Zhou Ziheng heard him speak Italian, and he felt fresh and full of charm. The familiar syllable made him react at once, "Florence?"
Xia Xiqing nodded, "Didn't you always want the two of us to travel together? I just want to go back and see my teacher. I have something to trouble him."
Since learning about this plan, Zhou Ziheng has been in a state of extreme excitement every day. He has come to be someone who must spend a lot of time in advance planning no matter what he does, such as acting, writing essays, rigorous science men. Typical rules of doing things. But Xia Xiqing is just the opposite. He is loose, free and disorderly, and he doesn't count wherever he goes. Seeing the data collected by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing felt amused and helpless.
"Hey, you are going to my alma mater with me, not free." Xia Xiqing poked Zhou Ziheng's forehead with a finger, "Why make yourself like a tour guide? Don't I recognize the way Master Zhou Xiao?"
Zhou Ziheng grabbed his index finger, pulled it to his mouth and kissed him like a hummingbird kissing the slender stamens, "I know, but I also want to know the city where you go to school, so that it won't be too ignorant."
"It's okay." Xia Xiqing sat cross-legged across from him, teasing him deliberately, "I don't like your connotations anyway."
As soon as he said, Zhou Ziheng rushed to Xia Xiqing's body in a daze, resting his head on his shoulders, tilting his head and kissing him on the side of the neck. The kisses were not enough, and he opened his mouth and bit him. She also bites the faintly beating blood vessels under her skin.
"Are you a dog?" Xia Xiqing said from his mouth, but his arms automatically encircled Zhou Ziheng's back.
"Does it hurt?"
"Okay."
So he took another bite, so Xia Xiqing took a breath, pinched his face with both hands, rubbed and rubbed him on that beautiful face, and then kissed again inexplicably.
He also liked Zhou Ziheng too much. Xia Xiqing, who kissed her breathlessly, thought so.
On the first day of the working day, the two of them flew to Italy in a low-key manner. After more than ten hours of flying, it was early in the morning when I arrived in Florence. Due to the particularity of his work, Zhou Ziheng has never traveled alone. Every time, Ronaldinho and other staff followed, and there were many people everywhere. But Xia Xiqing is not. He has always been alone, especially when he is abroad.
"Where is our hotel?" Putting the suitcase in the trunk of the taxi, Zhou Ziheng got into the car and was next to Xia Xiqing, "Are you close?"
Xia Xiqing naturally leaned against Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I didn't book a hotel."
"No hotel reservation?" Zhou Ziheng didn't believe it, "Then where do we live?"
"Let's sleep on the street." Xia Xiqing's voice was smiling. The driver sitting in the driver's seat was an Italian uncle in his fifties. His fat figure was squeezed by a small seat, but the ridiculous sound was very hearty. He saw two young men with Asian faces, his first reaction He spoke to them in his crappy English with a strong Italian accent, but Xia Xiqing responded directly in Italian, "You can speak Italian."
Uncle couldn't help being a little surprised, "Your pronunciation is really authentic."
"I used to be a student of Buddhism." Xia Xiqing smiled, raised his head, and told the driver where they were going. It happened that this enthusiastic uncle lived nearby. The two chatted for a while before he stepped on it. Lower the accelerator and drive towards their home in the middle of the night.
Zhou Ziheng sat aside, his eyes looked at Xia Xiqing. His way of speaking Italian is completely different from when he spoke Mandarin. There are many vivid small expressions on his face. When he bites the pronunciation, he always inadvertently press his lips, quickly and lightly. When the ground squeezed, the small tongue hidden inside collided with the gums, making a playful trill sound, and sometimes making some gestures, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were smiling.
"The houses here are very beautiful, and you have good taste." The uncle praised him sincerely when he got out of the car.
"I think so too." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.
"Do you have a rental car?" The uncle put his arm on the car window, worrying about him.
"No." Xia Xiqing shook his head, "but I will consider renting a car tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stared blankly beside him. He felt that Xia Xiqing was so cute when he said no, not like a straightforward negative sentence in English, with a heavy nasal sound. The initial part of the pronunciation is not the oral cavity, nor the vocal cords, but the nasal cavity.
His nose wrinkled slightly, em-like empathy in his nasal cavity, his shoulders shrunk a little, coupled with the movement of gently shaking his head, and finally the soft tongue touched the upper jaw and quickly left. All the small details made up this A little no.
It's so cute, like a kitten that refuses to be touched.
"Then I wish you a good time, beautiful Oriental boys."
The driver drove away and put them in a quiet alley. On both sides were beautiful houses full of Italian style. A sharp first quarter moon hung in the narrow sky at the entrance of the alley, glowing with shining gray light.
Zhou Ziheng spoke, learning the tone of Xia Xiqing just now, "Did you just say no?"
Xia Xiqing's right eyebrow raised, and a surprised smile appeared on his face. He was indeed a top student, but he wanted to tease Zhou Ziheng, so he shrugged, "boh~"
It was another lovely tone. Zhou Ziheng's heart was beating restlessly. The strange tone that popped out of Xia Xiqing's mouth was like a small pansy on the side of the road.
"What does this mean?"
What Zhou Ziheng didn't know was that compared to a simple negative sentence, the modal particle boh was more playful, meaning "I don't know," and it can be said anytime. Xia Xiqing also particularly likes to use this word in oral expressions.
"Boh."
"What the hell do you mean?" Zhou Ziheng followed him with the suitcase. Two people walked up the green wrought iron staircase outside a beige house. The z-shaped staircase turned back and forth twice and finally reached the top floor. Xia Xiqing stopped in front of the ocean blue door, turned around, and said one last time to Zhou Ziheng , "Boh~"
Said, he stuck out his tongue. Such malicious selling of cuteness is simply a knowing blow to Zhou Ziheng. Before Xia Xiqing had time to be proud, Zhou Ziheng leaned against the blue door, his arms wrapped around his waist and tightened, and the two bodies with warm body temperature were pressed together through the thin cotton shirt.
The cold white moonlight passed Zhou Ziheng's ears, illuminating Xia Xiqing's face, and smoothing the sly smile on his face softly. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head, his straight nose was slowly rubbing against the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose, his voice was heavy, and his voice was soaked in the darkness.
"Are you too bad?"
Xia Xiqing tilted her head, her full lips opened slightly, and she looked at Zhou Ziheng's drooping eyes with soft eyes, and put her hands loosely on his crossbones. Let him rub so ambiguously.
Xia Xiqing didn't speak until Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes to look at him again, using the kindest and cleanest-looking face to speak temptation to him.
"If you don't kiss me now, I will get worse."
These words were mixed with too many soft breath sounds, which made Zhou Ziheng's heart damp. Just when he lowered his head to kiss Xia Xiqing, he smiled and avoided him, "It's too late."
He found the key in his jeans pocket, lowered his head to open the door that had not been opened for more than a year, and reached in and turned on the lamp first. The warm yellow lights instantly filled this small suite, and the beige walls were reflected warmly and beautifully.
"What the hell does boh mean."
Xia Xiqing expressed helplessness to his hobby of diligence, and walked into the room with his luggage, "I don't know."
"Why don't you know?" Zhou Ziheng took in another larger suitcase, placed it next to him in the corner, and then took Xia Xiqing's hand.
"Boh means'I, don't, know, Tao'." Xia Xiqing grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand and pulled him onto the small sofa in the living room to sit down. The moment his tired body sank into the soft sofa, he made a heartfelt sound. He sighed comfortably and looked up at the ceiling.
The decoration of this small room is very interesting. The furniture in the living room is beautiful in Italian classic style. Even the coffee cups are exquisite like carved works. The brick-red ceiling is like a piece of red wood. You can take a closer look. It seems to be painted again. The crystal lamp on the ceiling reflects the multicolored glazed light, forming large and small apertures on each of the small pendants. But the house is full of smoke and fire. There are many paintings on the beige wall, some of which are oil paintings with strong colors, but most of them are random line drafts, which are a little messy, and I don’t know where to tear them off. The pages of the book, together with the drawing, are nailed to the wall with small silver thumbtacks.
These little details of life are all in the style of Xia Xiqing. @∞好文, it's all in Jamie
"This is the house where you lived in school before?"
"That's right." Xia Xiqing tilted his head on Zhou Ziheng's side neck, "I was still living here at the end of February last year."
Zhou Ziheng actually thought that Xia Xiqing should be living outside the school, but he never thought it was such a small one-bedroom apartment. But after another thought, he felt that this was very similar to where Xia Xiqing should live.
"You have been away for more than a year, didn't the landlord rent the house to others?"
Xia Xiqing shook his head, "The landlord is a very nice old woman. I specially asked her to leave the house for me. I will pay her rent regularly. Because at that time I didn't think I could stay in China for too long. I always I’m coming back.” Xia Xiqing said, “That grandma is seventy years old. She lives with his wife on the first floor and the second floor. They also have a very cute little granddaughter. Every morning, the old grandma will do it. At the door on the first floor, I was sitting on a small bench and combing my little granddaughter's hair. I would raise my hand enthusiastically when I came downstairs, ciao~" He smiled again as the landlord’s grandma said hello.
Zhou Ziheng liked to hear what he said. His poor imagination suddenly became effective at this time. He imagined Xia Xiqing flying downstairs with a bag on his back, greeting her grandmother.
"His wife used to be a shoemaker who repaired leather shoes. His craftsmanship was very good. Many people came to him, so he often carried his gadget box around the door. When he came back, he always brought small flowers to grandma, sometimes iris. , Sometimes it's a rose."
"Whenever I see him arranging flowers for grandma, I think, it's nice to be alive." Xia Xiqing smiled and sighed, then fell to his side and rested on Zhou Ziheng's thigh, looking towards the ceiling, and then drifting from the ceiling to Zhou Ziheng deep. Eyes.
He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked along the bridge of his nose, moving down to the peak of Zhou Ziheng's lips, tracing the shape of his lips like the gentlest brush.
"As long as you live long enough, you will always meet someone who can love you." Xia Xiqing muttered to himself.
Zhou Ziheng's heart beat violently, as if being lightly poked by this slender finger. He lowered his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's thin eyelids. @∞好文, it's all in Jamie
After resting in the living room for a while, Xia Xiqing took him into his former bedroom. The bathroom was quite large. After taking a shower, the two put on large T-shirts. Xia Xiqing sat cross-legged on the bed and fell silent. Zhou Ziheng helped by the bed. He blew his hair, flicking the hair with his fingers, gently brushing his scalp.
"Fortunately, the landlord's grandmother always asks someone to help me clean, so I can just go to bed, otherwise I will have to clean the room overnight." Xia Xiqing looked at the wall, "but these are too messy on the wall."
He was talking about the paintings plastered on the walls of the bedroom. Those works are not actually Xia Xiqing's works. They are semi-finished products that vent their emotions. Some are not even semi-finished, just a mess of lines. Hearing what he said, Zhou Ziheng also focused his attention on the paintings on the wall. To be honest, most of these paintings are abstract and even dark. Since he met Xia Xiqing, he has rarely seen such a style. Most of them are exquisite and elegant classics.
There is a large oil painting in the middle of the bed, which is much higher than the others. The face on the painting looks like a human face, but it is divided into many pieces by lines, like a face in a broken mirror. The eyes are red, the cheeks are black, the lips are pale, and every fragment is With different colors, there is a strange feeling.
Under his thin face, there is a black heart. This is the most realistic part of the whole painting. The blood vessels connecting the heart are flowing with black blood, pouring the heart like venom.
Xia Xiqing's eyes looked at the painting quietly, without saying a word.
Zhou Ziheng could feel the changes in his emotions. The principle of this was not even clear to him. It was as if the hearts of the two of them were tied by a thin red line, as long as Xia Xiqing's heart moved slightly. , This thread will be pulled, pulling his heart.
It seems to be saying, hey, the person you like is sad.
Zhou Ziheng turned off the hair dryer, rubbed a handful of Xia Xiqing’s hair, and kissed the top of his head twice. "What's wrong?" He could see Xia Xiqing's eyes looking at the painting, so he tried to ask, "That's a painting. What."
Xia Xiqing's voice didn't have much emotion, as if he was answering what the weather was like today, "My self-portrait." He added, "Past self-portrait." As if adding this sentence, it can make Zhou Ziheng less distressed. But even he himself felt that this was all useless, so he turned to get under the summer cool quilt, lay on his side and closed his eyes.
"I'm so tired." Xia Xiqing's voice was very soft, "Let's go to sleep."
Zhou Ziheng lay down beside him, patted him on the shoulder lightly, trying to coax him to sleep.
But after a long time, Xia Xiqing didn't fall asleep either, and his eyelashes cast a trembling shadow under the light of the bedside lamp. Zhou Ziheng hugged him in his arms and gave him enough sense of security.
"Do you know why I rented this house?" Xia Xiqing still closed his eyes, he was always inexplicably stubborn in certain places.
"Because it is so small, the small house will not be in space."
"Yeah." Xia Xiqing continued, "I came to Italy almost to escape from the past, but I found that after I came here, I became a person again. I was the only Chinese student in my class, and I was also able to use Italian at that time. Not good. Many times when people scold me behind my back, I can only tell by my eyes."
Zhou Ziheng frowned, "What are you scolding?"
"Freak, looks like a woman, or something..." Xia Xiqing sighed, "but I don't mind that much. It's nothing compared to when I was a kid. And then I became the social center of this circle. , It’s quite ironic to say." @∞好文, it’s all in Jamie Da
"But at that time, my teacher was very worried about me. He felt that I had a serious psychological problem. If I had been used as a painting to express my distorted heart, it would only push myself into a more dangerous situation." Xia Xiqing said. Tugging, "He didn't let me paint for a while, let me travel around and study in Europe."
Zhou Ziheng thought of the painting, "So, this painting was painted by you at that time."
"Yeah." Xia Xiqing suddenly raised his eyes, "I was like that at that time, I won't lie to you."
Of course I don’t want you to see my dark side. I certainly hope to cover up those devastated, ugly run-down areas, and all my weak and decadent lonely times. But how can I say that these are not me.
I have so many hypocritical moments, but at least in front of you, I don't want to pretend.
Because you showed up and gave me love I never had before. You tell me that I am beautiful.
Then I... Just believe it.
Xia Xiqing's consciousness gradually fell into a soft place, like a cloud layer, but deeper than the cloud layer. He vaguely felt that the people around him had left, but he didn't know whether it was a dream or reality. He felt flustered and couldn't reach out and hug him tightly. Consciousness just collapsed and passed away a little bit.
When they woke up the next day, the sun had flooded the entire small bedroom, sprinkled on the light blue summer quilt they had covered. Xia Feng pulled the curtains and knocked on the glass windows with a scent of double-flowered roses. Xia Xi woke up, raised his hand to cover the sun with the back of his hand, and waited until his consciousness gradually returned to his soft body before he opened his eyes.
Zhou Ziheng is still asleep, and his face is beautiful. He used to get up in a hurry when he was at home. Xia Xiqing rarely saw his sleeping face, so he lay on his side and looked at it for a while. When he fell asleep, every corner became soft, like a distant mountain with thick fog.
Xia Xiqing wondered if he should buy him some local specialties, so he sat up, turned his neck, and prepared to get out of bed to wash. Strangely, he found a box of colored pencils on the table next to the bed, scattered all over the table, and several scraps of paper.
Yuan didn't take it too seriously, but when he looked directly at the opposite wall, he couldn't help being stunned.
The self-portrait of myself is gone. The center of the wall is plastered. There is a clumsy and even funny picture with a boy’s face painted on it. The smile is brilliant. The color of the colored lead is soft and soft. , Like a children's drawing drawn by a child.
He walked over suspiciously and looked at it carefully. It turned out that a line of words was written at the bottom, and the beautiful handwriting set off the painting style more naively.
[Portrait of Xia Xiqing. —By: Zhou Ziheng]