At the end of the interview, Zhou Ziheng stood up and bowed to the members of the interview team.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Ziheng and Xiqing have worked hard too." The hostess also stood up, "You should be very tired."
Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "By the way, if the last question is inconvenient, you can cut it off."
The host smiled, "Don't cut, such an excellent person should be seen by everyone."
After all the work was over, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng took off their makeup at the shooting location and put on their own private clothes. They waited for Ronaldinho outside to see the two come out, and hurried forward, "Ziheng, I will drive you two back anyway. Shun..."
Before the word "road" was uttered, Xiao Luo's mouth was covered by Zhou Ziheng. He looked around at the surrounding staff and gave Xiao Luo a fierce look.
What's the way, he should not be known to others that he lives on the same floor as Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing stood by, looking at the boyish Zhou Ziheng, and couldn't help but laugh. Is this the same person as Zhou Ziheng who was interviewed just now
"You go back first, I'll call a car for you." Zhou Ziheng took out his cell phone, Xiao Luo glanced at Xia Xiqing, then Zhou Ziheng, "No need to go back by myself. A taxi can be stopped at the door." He called Zhou Ziheng. Turned over his car key and handed it to him, "Then you drive back by yourself?"
"There is no schedule tomorrow, right." Zhou Ziheng took the key, put it on his index finger and turned it around. "Don't arrange the schedule for me this week. I'm going to class, and the midterm exam is about to go."
midterm? Xia Xiqing laughed out loud, Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glared at him, put the key back in his pocket, pushed Ronaldinho's shoulder until he left the building where he was filming, and watched him get into the taxi, then turned to prepare. When I went to the underground garage, I found Xia Xiqing was following him.
"Why are you following me?" Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, spoke in a muffled voice and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
On the night in the early morning of April, the temperature was still chilly, the season of no green and yellow, and the relationship of the same green and yellow.
Xia Xiqing also put his hands in his pockets, standing next to Zhou Ziheng, bumping his shoulders with his shoulders, with a smile on his face, "Great handsome guy, take me home by the way."
He deliberately emphasized the word Shunlu, just to appreciate Zhou Ziheng's cute expression when he was flustered.
Zhou Ziheng hid behind, his voice became quieter, "Whoever follows you, call your car back."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng really opened the car door by himself, not planning to send him home, Xia Xiqing swayed twice, "But it's so late now..."
"Are you still afraid of danger?" Zhou Ziheng opened the car door and whispered, "Obviously you are the most dangerous person."
I don’t know that Xia Xiqing, who Zhou Ziheng’s memo name for himself was "terrorist," grabbed the car door, "and it's hard to get a car in this place."
Zhou Ziheng got into the car on his own, "I'll always be called."
"But you got me out and sent the Buddha to the west, don't you know what a tyrant does?"
"do not know."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng, who was unable to make oil and salt, Xia Xiqing sighed, "Okay. Then I'll go back alone." After that, he turned around and walked two steps with his arm pitifully. Looking around the underground garage, he opened his mouth leisurely.
"Oh, it's so dark here..."
three.
two.
one.
The headlight suddenly lit up behind him, and the dazzling light passed over Xia Xiqing's shoulder and hit the front, illuminating the dark road. Seeing her own shadow stretched on the ground, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.
"Get in the car, I'm annoying you." Zhou Ziheng parked the car next to Xia Xiqing and opened the door for him.
I knew that this moral pacesetter would not throw him here.
Xia Xiqing went to the co-pilot with a smile on his face. He brought the car door sideways, and when he turned his head, the line of sight in front of him suddenly darkened.
Zhou Ziheng in the driver's seat held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand took off the black cap from the top of his head and buttoned it on Xia Xiqing's head, and put on the hat of the hooded jacket.
Turning his face sideways, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng in a daze.
"Watch me, wear a seat belt."
Xia Xiqing suddenly thought that the last time he was pretending to be drunk, he was in this car, and took advantage of Zhou Ziheng's opportunity to hug him when he fastened his seat belt.
"How do you feel that this car is so familiar to me?" Xia Xiqing tugged on the seat belt, "Really, I really wanted to dream of riding in your car. That's how it feels." While talking nonsense, she glanced to the side. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple moved up and down nervously.
So funny.
"You are dreaming." Zhou Ziheng dropped such a sentence and turned the steering wheel with one hand. Xia Xiqing pressed the brim of his hat, thinking about the scene when Zhou Ziheng put a hat on himself, and said jokingly, "You gave me this for fear of being photographed by paparazzi? I just don't want anyone to know that I live with you."
"Who lives with you?" Zhou Ziheng was about to explode.
"Ah, it's not right, it's living next door." Xia Xiqing took a picture of herself in the rearview mirror, tucked her hair back and put a small braid, "Hey, you say, if it is really photographed, will others think of me? It's a girl, then let me tell you something, gossip insulator."
The last few words were obviously mocking. It didn’t sound like he was complimenting him for not scrutinizing the scandal. It was more like laughing at him as a "mother-born solo." Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that his self-esteem had been offended, so he also started to fret. "Girl? A girl about a meter eight?"
"What's wrong with a meter and eight? Anyway, you straight guys all look at their faces." Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at him, the corner of his left mouth slightly raised, "My face is at least not unappetizing."
He leaned over and leaned very close. Zhou Ziheng suddenly became embarrassed. He deliberately did not turn his head to look at him. He looked straight ahead with an awkward tone, "Don't disturb me driving."
Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, leaned back on the backrest of the co-pilot, and leaned her head against the window glass and looked out the window. The streets in the early hours of the morning were empty, only rows of solitary street lights lit on the ground.
The cabin suddenly became quiet, and Zhou Ziheng uncontrollably recalled the scene when he sent Xia Xiqing back to the hotel. He was hugged tightly by Xia Xiqing, and his soft lips rubbed his side neck.
Unable to tell what was wrong, Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and touched his neck.
That kind of wonderful touch is like a sequelae after the shock, and it has continued to the present.
"Hey."
Xia Xiqing’s voice suddenly rang, and Zhou Ziheng’s hands trembled with fright, and his hairs stood up from his guilty heart. “What are you doing?” He didn’t know what he was guilty of. Every time he was alone with Xia Xiqing, he Always feel that something is wrong with me.
"Why are you holding my hand?" Xia Xiqing was still leaning on the car window, the shadow under the brim of his hat enveloped his eyes, making it difficult to see his exact expression, "When the light went out."
The hands holding the steering wheel tightened, and after an intersection, Zhou Ziheng gave an answer.
"Because you told me that you are afraid of the dark." Zhou Ziheng's tone was flat, without much ups and downs, "If you change to be another person and expose your weakness to me, I am willing to protect him."
Worthy of being a moral pacesetter.
The face under the brim of the hat sneered.
"So, for the same reason, your rhetorical question at the end of the interview tonight is also for the same reason?"
Zhou Ziheng paused, "Yeah."
Indeed, if someone else is questioned in this way, Zhou Ziheng will definitely initiate a questioning, because his personality prevents him from ignoring these things that are biased or even disrespectful. But he really lied.
The hand that stretched out in the dark was not out of the desire to protect equally. It's just that he still can't find out what the "subconscious" is that can define that moment, so he can only deceive himself and others temporarily.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and Xia Xiqing never spoke again, which made Zhou Ziheng's chest a little boring. In fact, he had many questions to ask him, such as why he agreed to shoot a magazine and why he didn't continue to ask why he didn't regret it. Go pick him up in person.
And why are you afraid of the dark.
But he didn't want to ask. This moment is as subtle as two people playing naive games sitting face to face, looking at each other.
Whoever blinks first loses.
After meeting Xia Xiqing, Zhou Ziheng became extremely competitive and didn't want to be the one who blinked first.
They went back to the apartment building where they lived in silence all the way. The two got out of the elevator one after the other and walked into the porch of the top floor. Xia Xiqing walked ahead, stretched out to unlock the door of his house.
"Hey," Zhou Ziheng's voice sounded behind him, "Return the hat to me."
Xia Xiqing turned around, leaned against the door with a smirk, and uttered a word.
"Do not."
Impressed. Zhou Ziheng frowned, "How come you are such a rascal."
"It's not the first time you have seen me," Xia Xiqing walked over to him, his voice also lightened a lot, "Why, now I found out that I was a rogue." After that, Xia Xiqing almost leaned in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes slightly. Wearing a mask, Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes impatiently and reached out to get his hat back, but Xia Xiqing grabbed his wrist.
"Do you want it?" Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow, "I can give it to you too, but I want an exchange."
Zhou Ziheng threw away his hand, his eyes were cold, "This is my thing, why do you want to exchange terms?"
"I've never distinguished who's things, anyway, as long as I want it, it will be mine in the end." Xia Xiqing gave a beautiful smile and stroked Ziheng's shoulder last week, "I want to take away the conditions."
As soon as the words fell, that hand pulled down the collar of Zhou Ziheng's jacket, and kissed Zhou Ziheng through the mask.
Xia Xiqing, who had half-closed his eyes, raised his eyes upward, and a pair of breathtaking peach blossom eyes with a smile, slammed straight into Zhou Ziheng's eyes. It was completely different from the first fierce and strong kiss. The soft lips were tightly pressed together through a thin mask.
Just before Zhou Ziheng regained consciousness, Xia Xiqing opened her mouth slightly and bit Zhou Ziheng's lips through the mask.
Everything apparently lasted less than ten seconds, and all the movements seemed to be put into slow motion, playing slowly frame by frame. His clean and pure makeup, long eyelashes, and the mole on the tip of his nose were all remembered.
With a crooked smile, Xia Xiqing took off the baseball cap he was wearing and fastened it on Zhou Ziheng's head.
"Deal."
Turning around, he returned to his home swiftly.
At the end of the game, my eyes were sore and I was about to be unable to hold on, and finally couldn't hold on.
The clenched hand smashed the door behind him fiercely, Zhou Ziheng took off his hat anxiously, turned and returned to his home. He was annoyed that Xia Xiqing could always easily overthrow the defense line he had painstakingly built, no matter how hard he worked, he had to admit it.
He was the one who blinked first.
For many days after the magazine was shot, Xia Xiqing never met Zhou Ziheng, and he did not take the initiative to contact him. In order not to hurt him, Xia Xiqing specially "please" Xia Zhixu to help hack the camera on the porch, in exchange for a series of out-of-print photos taken by Xu Qichen after he paid for the SLR in the second semester of high school.
The day before yesterday, the cover of the magazine was released in advance, and the official blog was also very good at coming. They directly po out the covers of the two editions, and added the text-"Double cover should be equipped with double cover, single-choice question, A or B?"
[Self-study makes me happy]: This question will be answered, Tsinghua University and Peking University.
[Self-study is not a good idea]: Ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! My mother duck! ! ! What kind of fairy CP have I eaten!
[The most offensive in the history of Hengheng]: What is Hengheng in the first edition? The smell of pheromone fainted me!
[Xia Xiqing, the first lady of the whole network]: Damn it, the first version is the victim of abused beauties, and the second version is the victim of the Tsundere Queen! ! Xia Xiqing's life is meaningless without sleeping!
[Strawberry flavored jelly]: Passersby are not fans. The two covers were taken really well, right? It's Lin Mo's mirror. The expressiveness of the two people is too strong. I don't know how to choose for a while! Obviously I am a scumbag, but after watching the second edition, I was a little shaken for the little wolfdog and the queen. This terrible sense of CP...
[My Hengchao A]: Same feeling, Weifan also wants to stand CP for a second, this terrible CP feeling.
[Sweatswish]: I didn't really understand it because Mao, the self-study CP, hangs on the hot search every day, but now I understand it and I am even a little moved. #This is probably the true incense theorem.
[KKK I am a little angel]: Pure passerby, but I sincerely feel that the crispy duck novels I have read before have a face...
[Does a friend take a share?]: The blood on Zhou Ziheng's face and Xia Xiqing's wounds, I have made up a 100,000-character novel, the colorful one! ! ! The second edition too! ! Obviously there is no nudity, but it just makes people feel the desire and hormones that are coming to the face. What kind of fairy CP is this!
[Against the whole network of the year under attack]: The first edition-"The dead will never leave me." The second edition-"You are just a dog of mine." # On the plasticity of the gods CP
[Self-study girl never admit defeat]: No one finds that the handcuffs in the first edition are similar to the situation where Xi Qing was initialized in the room in "Escape from the Sky"? Satisfied my brain hole when watching the show! The style of this issue of the magazine is really too touchy, with the black, white and red tones and the Gothic setting, really weeping.
[I love self-study]: When I saw these two covers, my first reaction was, "I shouldn't get it real!" God, let me do it once. These two people are so good 5555
…
Really. Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly.
Maybe.
Suddenly I received a WeChat message from Jiang Yin.
[Jiang Yin]: Xi Qing, the magazine will ask you to help promote it and forward it to the official blog.
Xia Xiqing didn't want to help this at first, but when she returned to the Weibo interface, she found that Zhou Ziheng had reposted it.
[Zhou Ziheng]: A.
The fans below also reposted it like crazy.
[Hengheng Super A's]: Ah ah, the total attack baby has appeared!
[Broken leg by Zhou Zihengsu every day]: Is this a pun? Hahaha—I choose A and I am the best
Xia Xiqing, who was unwilling to help with the heat before, immediately reposted the Weibo.
[Tsing_Summer]: I choose B.
Seeing the two main masters both appeared, CP fan suddenly exploded. The speed of comments is unimaginable.
[Self-study and self-study is No. 1 in the world]: Damn, grab my self-study baby! The choice of these two people always gives me a subtle sense of expectation hhh
[I want to go to self-study]: I understand you! There is a sense of controversy!
[Who said no?]: Hahahahahaha once you accept this setting
[Marshmallows on the clouds]: The two people posted Weibo at a very close time, as if they had negotiated, shouldn't they be together now! [Opened a brain hole
[Xiao Xianyu from Peking University]: No, Zhou Ziheng is now studying in the library. I sit in the back two rows of him. It seems like I am struggling for the midterm exam.
[Self-study girl never admit defeat]: Hahahahahahaha Zhou Ziheng is now studying on her own hahaha what’s wrong with my laugh
[Perhaps do you like self-study]: In self-study hahahahahaha
[Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing locked up]: Orthodox bishop, how do you properly eat CP hahaha
…
What kind of sand sculpture girls are they.
WeChat rang again, and Xia Xiqing took a look. It was Xia Xiuze.
[Ozawa]: Brother! ! ! ! I'm not going to class tonight, can I go and play with you!
[Ozawa]: Why doesn’t my brother return my message.jpg
[Ozawa]: I cast a look of expectation on you.jpg
[Ozawa]: Exploring on the edge of ecstasy.jpg
Where did this guy have so many neurotic emojis? Xia Xiqing was about to reject him ruthlessly. A call came in, and he answered without even seeing it.
"I don't have that free time..."
"Hey, Xi Qing."
Um? Not Xia Xiuze? Xia Xiqing took the phone away and saw that it was the assistant tutor he had talked to before. He coughed, and said hello like a dog, "Hello teacher, what's the matter?"
"Oh, I heard Smith say that you have returned to China, and I won't follow you with those silly heads. You come to rescue me soon. The sculpture exhibition I have on hand is too late. A few students are too late. It’s not reliable anymore, come and help me if there is nothing important."
Xia Xiqing frowned. He was most afraid of helping people put out the fire, but he had to do it every time he encountered such a thing.
"Teacher, I've been quite..."
The professor started talking about the location, "P Dayiyuan, hurry up!"
Wait a minute, P is big
"Okay." Xia Xiqing agreed categorically, "Teacher, I will contact you in a while."
After he got in the car and drove the navigation system, he found out that P was so close to where he lived, and he was there in less than ten minutes by car. After he parked the car, Xia Xiqing put on a mask on himself and entered the campus. He always felt that someone was watching him along the way. He went all the way and found that it was not an illusion. A slip of the little girl is holding her mobile phone and recording the video upright.
No, he didn't even know that he was so popular.
"Is it Xi Qing?" A little girl walked up, "Is it Xi Qing."
It's all here, Xia Xiqing can't go on pretending anymore, smiling gently at her wearing a mask, and then speeding up.
"Fucking slot is really Xia Xiqing! It's a real person!!"
"Good-looking, so gentle."
Zhou Ziheng, who was studying in the library, suddenly felt a commotion around him. He pulled off a headset, turned his head, and found that the little girls in the back row were holding their mobile phones.
He frowned, pressed the brim of his hat, and put on the headphones again to calculate the problem.
What the hell.
The best friend Zhao Ke sitting next to him bumped him on the shoulder, "Hey, self-hung."
"What's the matter?" Zhou Ziheng took off the headphones again and looked at him inexplicably.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Ke looked at the show with a full face, put his phone in front of him, "Fuck, look, your CP is here!"
Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes silently, "Fuck off, you CP..." The hand holding the earphone suddenly froze.
"What did you say?!"