112 Extraordinary Eighteen: Travel (Part 2)
When Zhou Ziheng woke up, his first reaction was to stretch his arms, the bed was empty, and Xia Xiqing was no longer in the room. Jet lag feels uncomfortable, but for a star like him, it is also commonplace. Zhou Ziheng sat up, the sun was so abundant that he couldn't help but squint his eyes. The painting on the other side is still hanging, so it looks really bad.
When I enrolled in hobby classes when I was young, I should enroll in a painting class. Zhou Ziheng thought.
He remembered the self-portrait that he took down last night, so he got off the bed, opened the mattress on his side, and found that the painting was still there, so he was relieved. Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw his suitcase leaning against the wall.
He wants to take this painting back and hide it secretly. With this idea in mind, Zhou Ziheng put the canvas away and placed it at the bottom of his box.
When he came out to wash, he saw a cup of coffee on the small coffee table in the living room, and a bread roll wrapped in light brown kraft paper. Zhou Ziheng took a sip of coffee and took a roll of bread to open the door. As soon as he opened the blue iron door, he heard Xia Xiqing's voice. It turned out that he was downstairs, chatting with his landlord and grandma.
Zhou Ziheng walked to the railing, took a bite of the bread roll, and quietly looked at Xia Xiqing downstairs. He always enjoys watching Xia Xiqing in this way, especially when he looks like flying.
The old grandmother did exactly what he described, wearing a dark green skirt with yellow prints, gray hair, and smiling very kindly. When Xia Xiqing spoke to her, her long legs would diverge a lot, with her hands on her thighs, tilting her head and looking at her grandma with those beautiful eyes, plus the light blue striped short-sleeved shirt and dark blue he was wearing. Knee-length shorts, it looks like a cute high school student.
After a while, a little girl in a pink dress suddenly ran out, like a fluttering little skylark, and immediately hugged Xia Xiqing's leg. Xia Xiqing squatted down with a smile happily, hugged the little girl and pasted her face to the left and right.
Xia Xiqing is really good-looking, no matter how many times he sees it, he thinks so. Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziheng came up with the idea that he could not be ashamed of him. He thought that his hair was a little up from sleep just now, so he put the bread roll in his mouth and bit it, freed his hand to press his hair, and then trimmed his own. Light green t-shirt, lower your head and pat the crumbs on it.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little girl in Xia Xiqing's arms suddenly raised her head, pointed at the sky and shouted a language that Zhou Ziheng could not understand, and all three of them looked up together. The old grandmother's surprised little expression was very interesting. She stretched her hand to her mouth and uttered a lovely tone. Then she lowered her head to talk to Xia Xiqing, her tone of voice seemed to be asking.
Blunders, blunders. Zhou Ziheng took the bread stuffed in his mouth in a panic, smiled awkwardly at the person below, and pressed his upturned hair with his hands very worried.
Xia Xiqing pursed her lips and smiled, and the little girl asked her grandma again. He squeezed the little girl's face and answered in English.
"My boy."
His voice was too gentle, very light and very soft, but it was still brought to Zhou Ziheng's ears by the warm breeze of June.
For some reason, he even felt that my boy was more exciting than my boyfriend.
Xia Xiqing raised his head and yelled to Zhou Ziheng who was stunned, "Come down."
"Oh." Zhou Ziheng walked down the stairs and ate all the bread by the way. He heard the little girl pester Xia Xiqing in her unskilled English and asked, "Then... Am I your girl?"
Xia Xiqing pursed her mouth after hearing this, "Well...Well, before you find your boy, you are my little girl." The little guy who heard these words was very happy and ran to the little potted plant in front of his house. The next red mini rose came to Xia Xiqing and gave it to Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing didn't want it, but she just wanted to give it and put the flower in Xia Xiqing's ear with her feet on her feet.
"No you are my boy." The little girl said sternly, teasing the landlord's grandmother on the side.
Zhou Ziheng walked over and squatted beside Xia Xiqing, and also spoke to her in English, "Although this guy has collected your flowers, he is still mine, not yours, remember?"
Xia Xiqing hit Zhou Ziheng with her shoulder, and said in Chinese, "How can you be more serious with children?"
Zhou Ziheng ignored the little girl and said seriously, "get it?"
The little girl pouted and thought for a while, then ran to pick a small daisy, and put the flower on Zhou Ziheng's ear with her feet on her feet.
"And you are my boy!"
Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng glanced at each other, and then couldn't help laughing. The landlord's grandmother was too happy, and said to their little granddaughter, "You can't see a beautiful boy and say such things to him."
The two chatted with the landlord's grandma at the door for a few days. Xia Xiqing glanced at his watch, and the appointment time with the professor was approaching, so he left the landlord's family temporarily and took Zhou Ziheng to the Academy of Fine Arts. Zhou Ziheng took off the little daisy from his ear, pinched the thin flower stem in his hand, took Xia Xiqing's hand with the other hand, and pulled him to his side.
Xia Xiqing glanced at him, smiling but not smiling, and held Zhou Ziheng's hand back. The happiness in his heart could not be suppressed, just like a soda that was violently shaken by someone, slamming the bottle cap, sweet bubbles rushing out frantically, with no remedy. Xia Xiqing felt that she had been infected by Zhou Ziheng. She looked like a teenager who was stunned. When she saw him smiling at her, she felt warm all over her body. She wanted to hug him and kiss him.
He even thought that if he could live with Zhou Ziheng in that small rental house forever, he would be very happy.
On the road, I met a little boy selling handmade cookies. Zhou Ziheng bought a large box and stuffed it in Xia Xiqing’s mouth one by one. Xia Xiqing shook his head and said that he could not eat it, so he stuffed it in his mouth.
This small house is not far from the Academy of Fine Arts. It didn't take long to arrive. Xia Xiqing received a call from the tutor as soon as he entered through the door. The tutor's office is on the second floor, and downstairs is a small garden. Zhou Ziheng sits on a bench alone and waits for Xia Xiqing.
When Xia Xiqing left the school and returned to China, it was actually the suggestion of the tutor. On the one hand, when he came back, he wanted to take away some of the works stored by the professor, and on the other hand, he wanted to say goodbye to him formally.
Professor Bianchi got up as soon as he saw him, walked around the desk and gave him a hug, "Long time no see, Qing." He is a forty-five-year-old middle-aged man, he is very well-dressed and has a daily neckline. The towels are all different colors.
"Long time no see. How have you been recently?"
Professor Bianchi smiled and shrugged, "Of course. But if you help me by your side, I might be better."
Italian men, young and old, are very talkative. Xia Xiqing has become accustomed to it. He smiled and said, "God bless, I, such a trouble maker, shouldn't cause you trouble."
The two chatted for a while, and Xia Xiqing asked him to get back some of his works from that year. The professor readily agreed. He held a pen in his hand and poked at a blank piece, but his eyes were fixed on Xia Xiqing’s face. Xia Xiqing knew about him. What I wanted to say, sure enough, within a minute, the professor asked, "Even though I always know that you are popular, I still can't help but want to ask, are you in love?"
Xia Xiqing rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand, his expression was hesitating at first, but quickly put his hands on the table and shrugged his shoulders, "That's right."
"Oh my God." The professor couldn't believe it. "You never admitted it in the past." He smiled and shook his head. "You have been here for five years, and I have never seen you like this... not once."
Xia Xiqing stared down at an official document on his desk. The handwritten font on it was very beautiful. He raised his eyebrows, "Yes, I didn't expect such a day."
"That person must be an angel." The professor laughed. "Otherwise, how could I fascinate you."
You really got it right. The tips of Xia Xiqing's ears started to burn.
"I have to say that your state is very different from before. You used to be too melancholy, and you are obviously full of negative emotions, and you have to laugh deliberately. I have always been worried about you." The professor sighed long. "But now it's fine. I can see that you are very happy. The smile on your face is sincere. I am so happy for you."
Xia Xiqing's heart was a little moved. At the beginning, he was only holding the gloomy side in his heart. Although he looked gregarious and popular on the outside, his paintings could not deceive people.
"I'm... very happy now." A light smile appeared on Xia Xiqing's face, as if the breeze rippled, "He changed me."
saved me.
"No, you deserve it." The professor's eyes were firm, which surprised Xia Xiqing.
"You are not saved by someone, it is your tenacity that makes you wait for him."
Xia Xiqing's nose was sour. He couldn't bear his increasingly fluctuating emotions and fragile and sensitive heart, but he had to admit that such words were touching.
He suddenly wanted to introduce it to the professor, even though he thought this approach was a little naive, as if to show off something. But he hoped that the professor could take a look and see how wonderful Zhou Ziheng is.
After some entanglement, Xia Xiqing got up, "He is right below, do you want to see him?"
"Of course."
The two walked to the office window together. Looking down on the lush little garden from top to bottom, Xia Xiqing couldn’t help being stunned. Zhou Ziheng sitting on the bench spread his hands, three or five white pigeons flew to his hand, biting his palm, and two more. The little pigeon flew up to his shoulders with a stunned head, and his small paws tightened his mint-colored shirt.
Zhou Ziheng's face was filled with a patient and gentle smile. When the little pigeon had eaten it, he took out another piece from the box, crushed it and placed it in his palm. His hair color, which is not too deep, shines soft and shiny.
"He is really an angel." The professor had an expression [I knew it], but soon, his face showed a relief smile again, "Qing, I am very happy to see what you are now."
Xia Xiqing turned his head, eyes clear, "Thank you."
When he went downstairs, the pigeon had already walked for most of the time, only a small one was left on the bench, pacing back and forth, as if very busy. Zhou Ziheng stared at the little pigeon, how funny he looked. He turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and immediately got up the moment he saw Xia Xiqing, "What's the matter?"
Xia Xiqing nodded, walked to him, and saw Zhou Ziheng picking up the empty cookie box, teasing him, "Where are the cookies?"
"Ah? I ate it." Zhou Ziheng took his shoulders, "I thought you didn't like eating."
"I don't like to eat, so you can feed it to the pigeon."
Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised when he pierced the incident just now, "Did you see?"
Xia Xiqing pointed at it, and Zhou Ziheng looked up in the direction of his fingers. There was a middle-aged man in the window on the second floor, smiling at the two of them.
With the feeling of seeing his parents, Zhou Ziheng scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and smiled at his tutor with his head up.
"I said I was going to meet people, I should do some styling."
Xia Xiqing glanced at him, "Your idol baggage is really heavy." But soon he added, "What do you want to be handsome?"
This sentence is useful. Zhou Ziheng directly pressed his head with the hand covering his shoulder, and kissed Xia Xiqing's side cheek.
Xia Xiqing wiped his face pretending to be disgusted, and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, but the smile on his face couldn't hide. A young and tall Italian boy walked over. Xia Xiqing didn't care too much. Who knew that the other party would call out his name in the next second.
"Hey, tsing!"
The footsteps stopped, Xia Xiqing followed the prestige, before he had time to speak, a young man with brown hair walked up quickly, hugged him enthusiastically, and said that he hadn't seen him for a long time, his face was full of surprises.
"For a long time..." Without saying, his hand was grabbed by a force, and he turned to look at his side. Zhou Ziheng's expression suddenly changed. It was not as sweet and well-behaved as it was just now. It was full of aggressiveness and hostility. On the face, I was afraid that the other party would not see it.
It's really a wolf change without warning.
"This is..." The young man looked at Zhou Ziheng, the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing, but he was still smiling.
"Lucas, he is my boyfriend." Xia Xiqing spoke decisively and simply, then turned to Zhou Ziheng and introduced in Chinese, "This is my classmate during the master's degree, Lucas."
Zhou Ziheng said hello to Lucas in English. Even if Xia Xiqing said so, he was still worried, and his eyes were still full of defensiveness.
"He looks so handsome." Lucas ignored Zhou Ziheng's childish desire for exclusivity, and focused on his face with both Eastern and Western beauty and an exceptionally good figure. "The proportions are also very good, very suitable for painting the human body. . Is it a mixed race, or is it the same as you?"
Although the relationship with Lucas was pretty good before, Xia Xiqing still couldn't bear Lucas looking up and down Zhou Ziheng with such explicit eyes, especially those who were also studying art. He knew that each other had the ability to see through the human body. I feel uncomfortable, like being touched by a precious thing.
He never thought that he would have such a strong desire for monopoly.
So Xia Xiqing immediately changed the subject, "Are you coming back from outside?"
"Yes, I just went to church, and took two new guys to sketch."
Speaking of this. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "I have something to do, I have to leave first." He took Zhou Ziheng's hand and prepared to leave.
"Would you like to have dinner together at night? A nice little bar has recently opened."
"I have an appointment, next time." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and waved twice at Lucas behind him.
"Hey! Can I leave a number for your little boyfriend?"
"Don't think about it." Xia Xiqing didn't turn his head back, grabbing Zhou Ziheng's hand tightly. Zhou Ziheng couldn't understand what the two people were talking about, but he always felt weird, so he asked tentatively, "Is he scolding me?"
Xia Xiqing laughed out loud, "Yes, he said you look ugly."
"I'm so ugly!" Zhou Ziheng usually doesn't care about others' opinions, especially his appearance. But today he cares very much, thinking that he pressed the dull hair on his head with his hand again, "I think I It looks better than most people here."
Why is it so cute? Xia Xiqing couldn't stop laughing, and reached out his hand to touch his chin, "Not most people, but everyone."
Said that he added briskly, "Our Hengheng is the most handsome."
Xia Xiqing kept looking at his watch when he took him out, seeming to be rushing for something. The sun gradually moved up to the middle of the sky, illuminating the whole of Florence. The dark gray ground, winding alleys extending in all directions, and the brick-red roof of the city, stood a tall tower not far away. The architecture is majestic and solemn. Shuttle here, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt a sense of romance like the Roman holiday.
Looking at Xia Xiqing’s back, he suddenly felt that Xia Xiqing should live in this kind of place. He had this feeling when he was in Wuhan, whether it was in the noisy night market full of fireworks, or it was flooded. On the artistic Fei Lengcui streets, Xia Xiqing's existence is always so appropriate, naturally.
"I want to show you David at the Academy of Fine Arts. That's the real thing." Xia Xiqing dragged his wrist, slowed down a bit, and was approaching. The brick-red dome of the Cathedral of Notre Dame del Fiore in front of him.
"Then why didn't you watch it?" Zhou Ziheng followed him. The nearly 100-meter-high Gothic church had almost attracted his attention. The fishbone-like marble on the outer layer was decorated with a magnificent sense of stacking. , Creamy white marble, dark green glaze, classical sculptures everywhere. It's so exquisite, it's not like a church at all, it's like some kind of precious artwork.
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"The real story is shocking, but I want you to see this even more. No, just listen to this."
Xia Xiqing's footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped in front of an extremely high building. He looked down at his watch.
"Where is this." Zhou Ziheng also looked up at this tall building. He had done travel homework before, trying to match what he saw on the Internet with reality, "Is... Giotto Bell Tower?"
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's words, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "You are great, classmate Xiao Zhou."
"That is."
Zhou Ziheng still wanted to talk. Suddenly, the long bell rang, and the roar of metal collision was dragged and stretched, piercing the cloud and cracking the stone, and hit the heart directly. He felt that his body was no longer autonomous, and he was solidified by the solemn and shocking ancient bell. , The whole body seemed to be penetrated by electric current, and even the soul trembled constantly with the oscillating sound waves.
Just when he was shocked, Xia Xiqing kissed him. A soft kiss, like a cloud peeled off by the sound of a bell, floats leisurely on his lips. @∞好文, it's all in Jamie
Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes, and the sunlight lavished generously on his white face, like a clean day messenger carefully carved on a church.
"Actually, when we first met, I was fascinated by your voice." His eyes were full of tenderness. They were the cool mountain stream after the spring snow melted. "I want to tell you many times and listen to you. I always think of the bells of Baihua Cathedral."
He didn't tell him the reason, because it was too mysterious, and it was indeed a sincere association and sigh. Unlike other words spoken during teasing, this is unconscious, and if you tell him, it is like holding your heart to him.
So dangerous, too real.
When Xia Xiqing said this, Zhou Ziheng inadvertently thought of the analogy he had made to himself at the beginning-Rodin's kiss. Whether it is deliberately teasing or revealing true feelings, Xia Xiqing can always describe himself with these incomparable artworks, which makes him feel that how can he be.
Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and touched the back of Xia Xiqing's neck with his palm. The deep magnetic voice and the bells echoing in the ancient city produced a harmonious and beautiful resonance, "Where is it like?"
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When the last bell on the hour left a long tail, Xia Xiqing told him in the softest voice.
"Both... makes my heart move."