What is this person doing
He was flirting with himself again? ! Obviously there is another one inside.
Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's restless hand, "What do you want to do?"
Xia Xiqing's eyes turned lazily to the wrist held by Zhou Ziheng, then glanced over, looked into his eyes, and said blankly, "It hurts."
Completely subconsciously, Zhou Ziheng felt that he had done something wrong, and immediately let go of Xia Xiqing's wrist, opened his mouth, and the three words I'm sorry were on his lips, and he suddenly reacted.
It's not right. It was obviously this person who molested him first, so why should he apologize
Xia Xiqing really liked the feeling of making Zhou Ziheng angry, and restraining him, who was almost mad, with a sense of morality. It was like a little tiger, violent and furious, teasing him a little bit, and then covering him with a delicate and beautiful small cage, watching him go crazy and unable to attack inside. If it goes on like this, it is nothing more than two results, tame him, or be swallowed by him.
Obviously, the confident and proud Xia Xiqing can only consider the former.
"Do you think we are quite destined." Xia Xiqing rubbed the wrist held by Zhou Ziheng just now, "How come you became a neighbor? Explain in advance, I really don't know you live here." Crossed Zhou Ziheng's Shoulder, Xia Xiqing looked at the house on his side, "Living alone?"
Zhou Ziheng didn't answer his question either, and stepped to the left to block Xia Xiqing's vision.
It seems to live alone. Xia Xiqing smiled, "I live alone too."
"So whoever you want to bring back?" Zhou Ziheng looked at him blankly, with mockery.
"Looking at what you said, do I have to ask you who should I bring back?" Xia Xiqing was still smiling, but Zhou Ziheng was choked by his words and didn't know what to say for a while. He also felt strange, why he was so angry, he knew the true face of Xia Xiqing better than anyone else, and he should have been acquainted with him a long time ago. What does his promiscuity have to do with him
There is no reason to interfere with his private life.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng not speaking, Xia Xiqing continued, "So... if you hear something you shouldn't hear, don't be surprised." He pinned the hair scattered on his cheeks behind his ears, "But such an expensive house, soundproofing should be Not bad."
The breath in Zhou Ziheng's chest became deeper and more uncomfortable, and his face sank, "If I hear it, I will move away immediately."
"Where to move?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows at him, his voice softened, with a smile on his face, "Come on moving to my house."
Shameless.
Zhou Ziheng's face once again showed a disgusting expression. Suddenly he saw the crack of the door behind Xia Xiqing opened a little bit. A head was peeped from the crack of the door to peek, and it was clearly the child who had just entered. His brows furrowed deeper, and he took a hood from his trench coat pocket and prepared to turn and leave.
After dinner, I called Ronaldinho and asked him to call the moving company to move out today and overnight.
Who knew that as soon as he took a step, he felt suddenly hugged by someone from behind, hugged tightly, and couldn't move a step. Zhou Ziheng turned around inexplicably, it turned out to be the kid in the dark green school uniform just now.
"You, what are you doing?"
Xia Xiuze raised his head and looked up at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "Well, brother Ziheng! I like you! I am your diehard fan! Don't go, sign me!"
What the hell
Not only Zhou Ziheng, but Xia Xiqing also couldn't figure out what this guy was going to do suddenly.
"No... You let me go first." Zhou Ziheng struggled to break Xia Xiuze's hand, but was too afraid to make him hurt, "Just let go."
"I don't! Brother Ziheng, what are you going to do?"
This kid, his brother-in-law, screamed happily. Xia Xiqing rolled her eyes and walked up to grab Xia Xiuze's arm, "What are you doing?"
Even when his own brother came forward, Xia Xiuze still held Zhou Ziheng reluctantly and refused to let him go, "You said it."
"Eat, I'm going to eat." Zhou Ziheng still maintained his last demeanor as a star, "You can let me go."
Xia Xiqing's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really? Come to my house to eat, my brother is cooking!"
elder brother? ?
Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with a bewildered look. Xia Xiqing kicked Xia Xiuze's leg directly, "Who the hell said I'm cooking?" Your kid is fine, and you sell your brother a set.
"Oh." Xia Xiuze showed an aggrieved face. He dropped his butt and hid behind Zhou Ziheng, but his arms were still tightly around his waist. Seeing Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng wanted to do it, so he couldn't help subconsciously blocking Xia Xiuze. , "Don't do it."
What's this all about? Xia Xiqing wondered, "What is your business if I beat my brother?"
"It's really your brother..." Zhou Ziheng muttered to himself, turning his head to look at the cowardly boy behind him, not to mention, his eyebrows looked alike. Zhou Ziheng felt a lot of comfort, and the breath he had been hanging before seemed to relieve suddenly.
The anger just vented, but a sense of guilt surged in my heart. Just now I couldn't help but believe that this child was his little lover. It was a misunderstanding based on prejudice. Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing, his brows frowned slightly, looking very unhappy.
"Brother Ziheng, come to my house for dinner." Xia Xiuze took the opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes again.
"Xia Xiuze, what are you doing, is it itchy?"
"Don't do it, don't do it, it's all a family." Zhou Ziheng stood in front of him as if playing with an eagle and a chicken, reluctantly persuading him to reconcile.
"Who's with whose family? Are you with my family?" Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, there was no smile on her face, her bad nature was fully revealed. He didn't bother to talk nonsense with these two people, "Okay, Xia Xiuze, I see what tricks you are playing with me." After speaking, he turned his head and kicked the door open and walked in.
Seeing his brother entered, Xia Xiuze let go of Zhou Ziheng and put his hands together to make a begging gesture, "Brother Ziheng, I really like you, the one you played, that... Yang Wei, and Feng Ziming, I both I like it very much." Xia Xiuze said, while mumbling in his heart, don't make any mistakes. I just asked a female classmate in the class to inquire about it.
Zhou Ziheng stared at the boy in front of him, wondering if he was really my fan? Thinking about it again, Xia Xiqing himself is a famous painter in the restaurant circle, and it seems reasonable that his younger brother is a fan.
In this way, the innocent and kind-hearted star Zhou Ziheng was fooled by a small "fake" fan into another big "fake" fan's wolf's nest with a rainbow fart.
Sitting on the big sofa in Xia Xiqing's living room, Zhou Ziheng always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Xia Xiuze first sat next to him with a hippie smile, and asked him a basket of questions like a household registration.
"Brother Ziheng, do you have a brother? How many people are in your family?"
"What does your brother do? What about your father?"
"What about your mother? Is your father and mother relationship good?"
"How often do you go home?"
"How many romances have you talked about?"
"You..." Xia Xiuze was about to continue to ask, when the collar on the back of his neck was suddenly picked up, and when he looked back, it was his own smiling brother.
"You die for me."
"Oh." Xia Xiuze pursed his mouth grimly, scrambled up from the sofa, giggled at Zhou Ziheng, and followed Xia Xiqing all the way into the kitchen.
"Let's talk." Xia Xiqing arched her waist and looked in the brand new cabinet. After turning for a long time, she found only a small saucepan and spatula. "What the hell are you doing."
"No." Xia Xiuze rubbed his palms like a small fly, squatted down with his brother, coughed, and said cautiously, "Um... Brother, I think you seem to like Brother Ziheng, I just I want to find out for you..." Before I finished speaking, Xia Xiqing knocked on his forehead with a spatula, "Who told you I like him?"
Xia Xiuze rubbed his head aggrievedly, "But... I really think... Brother, you painted a lot of his portraits, and you just didn't get angry if he misunderstood you..."
As soon as the voice fell, he heard Xia Xiqing sneer and stood up.
"I didn't bother to explain it just because I didn't like it."
"Then why are you afraid of me mixing up?" Xia Xiuze also stood up, "If you don't like him, it doesn't matter if you get confused by me."
It's really... Xia Xiqing couldn't refute the little fool's words for a while. He glanced at him rather uncomfortably, and grabbed Xia Xiuze's school uniform collar, "You don't mix with me. I will never like him."
Xia Xiuze chuckled twice, and immediately showed an expression of begging for mercy, and broke his brother's fingers one by one, "I see, I don't mix, I don't mix." After speaking, he pulled the schoolbag strap step by step. Moved outside the kitchen, and when he was about to leave the kitchen door, he dropped a very low voice, "Don't set a flag for yourself, brother."
Then ran away quickly with a desire to survive.
Recently, I was really kind to him. After three days of not playing the house, Xia Xiqing cursed in a low voice and kicked on the cabinet door.
Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa alone, was embarrassed and bored, so he could only turn his head and look at the house. There are only two households on this floor. One occupies the eastern half and the other in the western half. The layout is basically the same, but Xia Xiqing, who studied art, is obviously different. The decoration of the home is full of his personal style, mixed with the general tone of black and white. The few red patches are incompletely cold and incompletely enthusiastic.
"Brother Ziheng..."
Xia Xiuze's voice suddenly appeared, and Zhou Ziheng jumped. He turned around and saw him lying on one end of the sofa, looking at himself with a cute smile.
To be honest, Xia Xiuze smiled almost exactly like Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng almost overlapped their faces.
If Xia Xiqing smiled to herself like this, call herself...
"Brother Ziheng?"
The strange fantasies that came up in his mind were all distracted by Zhou Ziheng's reason. He looked at Xia Xiuze in a panic, "What's wrong?"
"No," Xia Xiuze knelt on the carpet, moved to Zhou Ziheng's side little by little, looking up at him with a smile, "I just want to ask you, can you cook?"
When Zhou Ziheng walked to the kitchen, Xia Xiqing stood in front of the induction cooker holding a mobile phone. Before he even walked in, Zhou Ziheng asked about a stale smell. He immediately took a few steps and turned off the induction cooker.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you want to poison us?" Zhou Ziheng glanced at the black unknown object in the pot, "What is this?"
"Fried eggs." Xia Xi cleaned up and looked into the pot following Zhou Ziheng's gaze, "Can't you see it?"
Zhou Ziheng sighed, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pan, dumped the "fried eggs" in the trash can, and washed the pan, "I'll do it. I don't want to make headlines in social news because of food poisoning. "
"I think you don't want to be discovered that something has happened in my house." Xia Xiqing shrugged, leaned back on the table with a smile, took off his apron and threw it aside, lightly touching the marble countertop with his fingers, "Tsk. , Has something to do with people like me..."
His ending is as usual, light and long, like flirting, it doesn't matter if he habitually teases himself.
"sorry."
Xia Xiqing was stunned, and even stopped moving his fingers.
Zhou Ziheng poured oil into the pot, and said to himself, "I was wrong just now. I apologize to you. I shouldn't keep looking at you with colored glasses and use my inherent prejudice to judge everything you do. It is irrational and unfair to do so." He held the egg in one hand and smashed it by the side of the pot, making the sound of sizzling fried eggs even more silent in the kitchen. Zhou Ziheng was also very nervous. He didn't know whether his apology was sincere, and he didn't know what Xia Xiqing was thinking when he was silent.
"I..."/"Why do you apologize?"
The two spoke at the same time and ended awkwardly at the same time.
"I just want to apologize." Zhou Ziheng put the fried eggs on a plate. "It is my fault to misunderstand you. If you are wrong, I should apologize. I will not slander you without evidence in the future."
"Evidence?" Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "Why, do you still think there will be a day when the rape is caught in bed?"
Zhou Ziheng choked all of a sudden. His meaning was misinterpreted by Xia Xiqing again. He was thinking of appropriate words to explain. Xia Xiqing spoke again with a cold tone, "You don’t have to apologize. I’m the kind of person you mentioned. Accidents are not the norm."
Xia Xiqing is a person who likes to consider words repeatedly, after all lies and deceptions need time to weave. But these words, he almost blurted out, before his brain had reacted, after he heard Zhou Ziheng's apology.
Caring and sorry were things he had never felt before, which made him vulnerable, gaffes, and deviated course, but Zhou Ziheng was full of these things, as if he was a natural enemy who mastered all his weaknesses.
He turned around and washed his fingers carefully, "Don't think you know me well, in fact, what you call'slander' is my normal state." Such a scene made Zhou Ziheng think of the murderer in the movie. Cleanup action after the end.
Every word of Xia Xiqing was light and slow, and the movements of his hands did not stop. The flowing cold water passed through his finger gaps, "I like to pursue others, and I witness a person dig my heart out. The process will give me a great sense of satisfaction, but when I get it, I will get bored. I will try to leave, and I don’t want to walk with that heart. It is very cumbersome." Pulling my hand away, the flow of water suddenly stopped, Xia Xiqing. A piece of kitchen paper was taken from the countertop and wiped the fingers covered with water drops, "So you are right, I am a scum."
He crumpled the wet paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Xia Xiqing held the table with both hands and tilted his head to reach Zhou Ziheng's shoulder. This action was like a kiss on the cheek by an incomparable lover.
Those lazy eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's profile, and said softly like a dream, "Are you afraid?"
Zhou Ziheng didn’t understand why Xia Xiqing had to spread everything out straightforwardly. According to his character, how long he can deceive and how long is the best policy. Like a peacock, he will use the gentlest and gentlest side to attract you, induce you, and let you. I am willing to fall into this scam.
To be honest, not only Zhou Ziheng didn't understand, but Xia Xiqing didn't understand it himself.
He felt that the current self was very strange, not calm, and not disguised. It was as if he had torn off his mask in a moment and exposed a bloody face to the other party.
Among the many prey he has encountered, Zhou Ziheng is the most special one. From the very beginning, he directly saw all the bad roots he had hidden, and all the pretences were ineffective in front of him. Now he even "likes" the lie. He also took the initiative to dismantle, clearly showing his most corrupt and ugly part in front of him, allowing him to appreciate and judge like a weird artwork.
Perhaps because of this, Zhou Ziheng became the prey Xia Xiqing wanted most.
So far, the most I want to hunt down the target in one fell swoop.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng, who had been cooking quietly, suddenly turned his face, looking directly at Xia Xiqing’s beautiful but frivolous eyes from a very close distance. The face, like a natural sculpture, has no expression, it is rare. The same indifference on the outside.
"What am I afraid of?"
Just like in the secret room last time, Zhou Ziheng's voice was like the bell of Baihua Cathedral, beating his heart valves one after another.
"Afraid you chase me, or am I afraid that I will give you my heart?"
At this moment, Xia Xiqing actually felt the blood flow upward.
"If you have only these two choices for me," Zhou Ziheng's mouth raised slightly, "I'm not afraid."
Xia Xiqing contemplated Zhou Ziheng's overtones. Not afraid. Not afraid of the former is to disdain one's own pursuit, not to be afraid of the latter, is to be sure that oneself will not be moved.
At this moment, Xia Xiqing felt that her pride had been questioned and provoked like never before, and a fire suddenly lit up somewhere in the gloomy heart, making his blood hot.
He stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin, smiled and raised his eyebrows when the other party hadn't reacted yet, and his eyes were full of explicit ambiguity.
"You better be."
The author has something to say: Xia Xiqing is an avoidant attachment personality. Attachment personality is often caused by childhood experiences. The avoidant personality is a relatively special type. The common manifestation is fear of intimacy, fear of creating and maintaining an intimate relationship with others. , Often maintain a state of pseudo-independence, suppressing their needs and desires for intimacy.
Xia Xiqing is a relatively special type of avoidant attachment personality, that is, romantic addiction. This type of people is very active in looking for intimacy, but once this relationship is established, they quickly become indifferent and affectionate. Try to get out. After all, I don’t believe that someone loves myself, so I keep trying to find, but I keep failing to deepen this kind of unconfidence, and try again, falling into a vicious circle and unable to extricate myself.