"I don't want to go." Xia Xiqing rejected Xia Xiuze who was going to die on the phone quite frankly.
Xia Xiuze has bombarded his WeChat frantically since he was still in Shanghai, and each one has the same content, begging him to go back and accompany him on his birthday.
"Who else is there besides you at this meal?"
Xia Xiuze's hesitating voice came from the earphones, and Xia Xiqing approached the elevator, "You all know that they will go, and you have to let me go. Isn't this unintentional to find yourself happy?"
As the elevator went up, Xia Xiuze's voice was also raised, acting so coquettishly, that Xia Xiqing frowned.
"Isn't it just a birthday? We can't do it alone." The golden elevator door opened slowly, "Just us, or you call your little classmates together, I will give you as many people as you like..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing, who was just about to get out of the elevator, was pushed back into the elevator.
"Fuck..." After reacting, he realized that the person pushing himself on the inner wall of the elevator was Zhou Ziheng.
Xia Xiuze kept screaming on that end, like a chicken that was terribly frightened.
[Brother, what's wrong with you! elder brother! elder brother! ]
Too noisy. Xia Xiqing took off an earphone, stretched out his hand, rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin with his index finger, and silently made a mouth shape.
[what? ]
The reason why Xia Xiqing asked such a question was entirely because of Zhou Ziheng's travel style. Black-framed glasses, dark gray casual sportswear, the top hat covers her face tightly, and she wears a black mask. I don't know whether to go to class or work. Anyway, his private clothes are all student routes, and most of the boys on the university campus wear them like this.
Fashion finish depends on the face.
He got close to Xia Xiqing's ears without headphones, and deliberately lowered his voice. The scent of perfume filled with youth suddenly penetrated into Xia Xiqing's nose.
"Can I kiss you?"
If he said, I want to kiss you, or I want to kiss you, Xia Xiqing will not hesitate to rush to kiss him, but this guy actually used the request question, the tone is like a kid approaching Christmas asking for it Like gifts, it is impossible to refuse.
Xia Xiuze was still asking anxiously on the other end, causing Xia Xiqing's heartbeat frequency to be chaotic.
The children who didn't wait for permission decided to grab the gifts by themselves. Zhou Ziheng reached out and brushed Xia Xiqing's hair, and put a kiss on his mouth through the mask. The only exposed eyes were bent into two clusters of crescents, full of joy after success.
Such innocent gameplay has actually become the weakness of an old driver like Xia Xiqing.
Zhou Ziheng picked up the headset that Xia Xiqing had taken off, and put the small wire-controlled microphone close to his mouth with a smile in his tone.
"Happy birthday, Ozawa."
The voice in the microphone immediately fell silent and became stammered. Xia Xiqing took the earphones from Zhou Ziheng, "Who else can it be, brother Ziheng."
It was obviously a teasing tone, but as soon as these four words came out, Zhou Ziheng couldn't stop being happy, and the corners of his mouth under the mask rose wildly. When he is happy, he wants to make others happy too.
Xia Xiqing dealt with her brother on the phone, and patted Zhou Ziheng's arm, "Go down, I'm going home."
"Wait a minute." Zhou Ziheng put both hands into his coat pockets, and there was a rustling noise. Xia Xiqing still felt baffled, but Zhou Ziheng took out a lot of sugar and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand.
"what?"
"Candy for you." Zhou Ziheng's tone was all up, although he was stuffed in his mask.
He puts some sugar on his body every time he works, so he can replenish energy when he is too late to eat. But he feels that he is full of energy today and doesn't need sugar anymore.
"Naive." Xia Xiqing looked at his smiling eyes, snorted, put the sugar in his pocket with a cold and ruthless look, turned and walked away, and took out one when he was about to walk to the door of the room. , Hastily tore open the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth.
Orange flavored toffee, sweet. It was Zhou Ziheng himself.
Xia Xiuze's phone still didn't hang up, and her voice became more and more pitiful on the other end, and she almost cried. Xia Xiqing walked to the end of the living room and opened all the curtains in one stroke. The sunlight diffused through the floor-to-ceiling windows and hugged him, like sweet syrup hugging the orange petals in the tin.
The weather is getting hotter, and it's the season Xia Xiqing hates the most. But somehow, he became abnormal.
For a moment, I wanted to try the feeling of spending summer with Zhou Ziheng.
"Okay. Just eat a meal." Xia Xiqing was abnormally soft-hearted. As expected, sweets can affect people's emotions, "Don't cry, I warn you."
Xia Xiqing wanted to open a painting exhibition of his own in China for a long time, but the things he drew recently were something wrong. Those crazy and gloomy colors became softer, soft and sticky, and the brush strokes lost his unique sharpness. People can't help but think of baked glass shards. This makes him feel uneasy, no matter when, changes always make people uneasy.
He thought of the magazine that he had photographed with Zhou Ziheng last time. It seemed to have been on sale. He thought that if he ordered one, he only found out that the official blog of the magazine had issued a record-breaking celebration blog after he went to Weibo. One hundred thousand copies were broken in 1 second, and 150,000 copies were sold out in 6 seconds.
It's terrible... Xia Xiqing opened a comment easily, all of which were carnivals of self-study girls.
Recently, a very sad incident happened. In a middle school in a small southern city, a boy was bullied because of his gender cognitive impairment, and he finally chose to commit suicide. The enthusiasm of this matter can't be calmed down, some people are discussing the equality of the minority, and some people are condemning the executors of school violence.
Somehow, during the original magazine interview, Zhou Ziheng's video questioning the "normal" category was once again turned over by the marketing blog. It became a hot topic for netizens, especially the LGBT community in a new round of hot discussion.
[everything21: Not Zhou Fan but was shocked by his words. I feel that there are really very few celebrities with such thoughts now, and many of them can't recognize even words, and they show their timidity as soon as they speak. Zhou Ziheng is worthy of being a P university tyrant, and suddenly wants to turn his fans. ]
[I don’t eat melons, I eat you: Zhou Ziheng’s questions are so good, I can’t even think of the answers at once. What is normal and what is abnormal? No one is qualified to define it, let alone. Qualified to punish others under the banner of "you are not normal". ]
[Hengheng 2.5 meters: Zhou Ziheng is really a rare star who is willing to think about social and humanistic issues. Although he is younger, he lives more deeply than many people. Obviously he can rely on this face to act in idol dramas, but he just takes the mission of passing on his beliefs as an actor. This kind of boy is simply a treasure. ]
[Who said I was a fool: When I heard the paradox of color blindness, I knew that the one sitting here was a king. ]
[Hee hee hee hee: Many stars really don’t even know the definition of paradox...]
[Wennie hee: The last sentence is very touching. We are born to be ourselves. ]
[3443122: There are really too many stereotypes in this world. Boys are scolded when they dress up a little bit. Long hair depends on the look of people. Although I am not a fan of small fresh meat, some people always The scolding this time is really ugly. Their styles are all work needs. Why do they use appearance to define a person. Such a comparison is true. Rith worshipped Zhou and hung himself. ]
[Self-study to get married today: The Three Views of Self-Heng have always been very positive. I heard from a friend of P major that he chose philosophy in his freshman year. At the end of the semester, the topic of pre is what is a good moral system. I remember the video recorded by the classmates in the b station. , So charming. ]
What is a good moral system...
Xia Xiqing was suddenly interested, and wanted to see what Zhou Ziheng was like at that time. He turned on the computer, searched for keywords, and finally found the video two years ago. The photographer is probably a classmate sitting in the first and second rows. From the bottom up, Zhou Ziheng's legs are too long, and the screen is full of barrage of amazing legs.
Zhou Ziheng's pre time is only forty minutes in total. The manuscript is completely English and the PPT is very concise, and it completely follows the Occam's razor principle of the science and engineering man. He is wearing a more formal white shirt, with cuffs drawn to his forearm, and his hair is a little shorter than now. Standing under the huge projection, he occasionally walks with long legs. When asking questions to the audience, his head is habitually slightly slightly. Leaning to the left, with an inconspicuous smile on his face, his handsomeness is unstoppable even at the loss of picture quality.
He understood what the netizen said, it was really charming. But who would have thought that this person who was discussing [universal moral rationality and moral autonomy] on the stage would just kidnap his own sugar in his hands.
Zhou Ziheng's charm is a mixture of juvenile and mature male temperaments. The only similarity is gentleness.
Childish tenderness, or calm tenderness.
I couldn't help but drew another picture for him. In the upper right corner is the luminous projection screen. In the center of the picture, he held the podium with one hand, showing a small smile, and simply painted some watercolors, and Xia Xiqing passed the painting on. To Weibo. His Weibo quickly exploded and was surrounded by a large group of fans.
[My idol is the general attack of the entertainment industry in the next year: wow, the fairy wife draws online! ]
[I want to eat candy: @周自珩 invites you to Zhihu to answer the question "What is the experience of falling in love with a painter?". ]
[Hengheng most A: Is this the scene of self-Heng doing pre? Just still watching! Mrs. drew so good looking 5555]
[I will also go to self-study today: What do you call Mrs. Zhou? This is Mrs. Zhou. ]
[Self-study girl Chong Duck: Hahahahahaha Mrs. Zhou. ]
[Perhaps you do self-study: Hahahahahahahaha, Mrs. Zhou is so amazing! ]
The style of the commentary went further and further, and Xia Xi was not angry.
These little girls are so naive, and they decide to attack and accept it all based on their height and appearance. The sun was gradually sinking, and Xia Xiuze’s urging message was sent by one. Xia Xiqing knew that he could not hide, changed into a dark blue shirt, and put the latest AR game console from Xia Zhixu that he had bought for him in the trunk. Drive to the location he shared on WeChat.
This restaurant is a private restaurant specializing in Huaiyang cuisine. The place is a bit biased. The environment is the best one in the capital city where the land is golden. There is also a courtyard when you enter it, which is quaint. Before Xu Qichen had his birthday, they also came once.
Before getting off the car, Xia Xiqing smoked a cigarette in the car. After all, it was his brother's birthday, and he didn't want to make it too ugly.
Who knew that as soon as he parked the car and walked two steps towards the door, he saw Xia Xiuze, his school uniform jacket tied around his waist, and he waved his hands and shouted to his brother from a long distance away. Seeing his excitement, Xia Xiqing put a little bit of grudge in her heart, walked over and threw the present in his arms.
"Take it, the latest model."
Xia Xiuze was so happy, "I used to tell Xia Zhixu that he would not give it to me."
"You wouldn't be called an elder brother, what Xia Zhixu Xia Zhixu did." Xia Xiqing smiled and put out the cigarette, "Who do you call it for you."
"But you call him that, and you still call him his big nephew." Xia Xiuze's voice weakened, and as expected, his brother was still patted on the head.
"I am me and you are you, can it be the same."
Xia Xiuze quickly wrapped up facelessly, holding Xia Xiqing’s arm, and telling him all the funny things that happened to him recently. This problem has not changed since childhood, as if Xia Xiqing was his joke recycling factory. Same.
The private room they booked is the most expensive "Shuiyun Room" in the entire hotel. There is a small bamboo forest separated from other private rooms in the lobby. There are only two compartments in the Shuiyun room. The Xia family booked the East Room.
Pushing open the door of the box, Xia Xiqing saw Xia Yunkai sitting in the upper seat. He didn’t seem to have changed much. He was a bit older and thinner. I just met in a high-end hotel and didn't even say a word.
"Come on, sit down." Xia Yunkai still had a smile on his face when he spoke. Someone who didn't know thought he was really a serious and loving father. However, the more he gets older, the more Xia Xiqing discovers that he has become less and less aggressive, like an old dog defeated only by time, waiting for the day when he can only linger. Thinking of coming to Xia Xiqing, I feel ridiculous, not sad.
After returning to China, he didn't even discuss it, so he divided the company's shares into a quarter to Xia Xiqing. He became one of the major shareholders somehow. He didn't know what the old man thought, so it was impossible to expect him to end up in retirement.
Xia Xiqing sat down expressionlessly, facing Yu Fangyue. She was specially dressed up with jewels, but no matter how much jewelry she piled up, no amount of delicate makeup could conceal the tackiness in her bones. Yu Fangyue has a good face. Even if he can't see Xia Xiqing, he still has to do superficial work. "Oh, I haven't seen Xi Qing for a long time. I don't even say I come home to have a meal when I return to China. Your dad misses you."
Hearing this kind of violation of yang and yin, Xia Xiqing slowly unbuttoned the cuffs, raised her eyes and gave her a meaningful smile, picking up the end of her eyes, "It's been a long time since I saw you, I remember the last time I saw you were not so old. "He sighed, picked up the poured cup of tea on the table with his fingers, and blew it, "I have a friend who does plastic surgery. Let him lift your skin?"
What Yu Fangyue fears most is nothing more than her face getting old. Xia Xiqing's words are literal to her, and she is angry and blocked, but she can't find a rebuttal.
Xia Xiqing had a stomach to answer her words, but in front of Xia Xiuze, he didn't bother to say it. Xia Xiuze was the only one at the dinner table who kept talking. He seemed to be afraid that if he didn't say it, others would quarrel with him.
"Xi Qing, when you are free, you still have to come to the company." Xia Yunkai picked him up with chopsticks and vegetables and placed them in a bowl.
Xia Xiqing looked at the dishes in the bowl, and had no appetite anymore. He doesn't see anyone who is arrogant towards himself.
"Go to the company? Why, do you think you won't be able to wait for the youngest son to inherit the family business?"
This sentence was extremely awful. Yu Fangyue was about to speak, but Xia Yunkai stretched out his hand to stop him. He didn't seem to be angry, but said indifferently, "If you have a big family, you can't rely on your brother to support you in the future." He paused. Pause, "I know, your mother gave you all the art museums and galleries she was holding, and you won't worry about it for the rest of your life..."
"What did you mention her for?" Yu Fangyue finally couldn't help but groaned full of resentment.
"Is it your turn to speak as an outsider at this time?" Xia Xiqing lightly touched the edge of the polychrome bowl with her finger, looking at Yu Fangyue, but Xia Xiuze asked, "Ozawa, I ordered a cake for you, you Go outside and ask."
Xia Xiuze snorted, stood up obediently, and heard his mother's voice sharply drinking, "Stop! He lets you go out and you go out?" He froze in place until Xia Xiqing, who was sitting next to him, stretched out his hand and patted gently. His legs walked out of the private room without hesitation.
"You! You come back to me!"
Xia Xiqing gave a hypocritical expression of sympathy, "It's a pity that your son only listens to me. The property of this family is mine, and even the son you gave birth in October is mine."
This sentence was Yu Fangyue's biggest heart disease. She was trembling with anger, pointed at Xia Xiqing and cursed, "You are just like your mother, just like your mother..."
Before the end of the word, Xia Xiqing poured hot tea on her face, and her wet hair was stuck to her face, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"I have long wanted to respect you for this cup of tea. Xia Xiuze is always inconvenient here." Xia Xiqing played with the teacup in his hand, speaking softly and gently, "I give him face, but it doesn't mean I treat you as a person. "
"Forget it, Xi Qing." Xia Yunkai tried to persuade Xia Xiqing in a peaceful manner, but he made him laugh.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "What a good dad are you playing here? When you beat me to the hospital, why didn't you say forget it, and save me?"
"It used to be that my father was not good. I was young and vigorous, always..."
"Don't make excuses." Xia Xiqing looked down at his fingers, and they were stained with red paint, like a blood spot, which is strange and dazzling. "A scum is a scum, and when you are old, it is also a scum."
After speaking, he raised his head and smiled again, "I said, what about myself, don't take it to your heart."
Xia Xiuze came back, carrying a cake in his hand, and seeing Xia Xiqing still in the private room, smiled so nicely and cutely, "Brother, you didn't leave."
"I didn't leave, waiting for you." When Xia Xiuze sat down, Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm one year older, don't look like a kid anymore."
"Then I'm a child compared to you." Xia Xiuze happily put the candle in, and didn't even notice that his mother's face was stained with water. Seeing Xia Xiuze so happy, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. In this sick family, only Xia Xiuze was pure and kind, which in itself was very ironic.
"I'm out to smoke a cigarette."
"elder brother… "
"I'll be back in a while and save me a piece of cake." Xia Xiqing opened the door, and when he walked out, someone in the other box seemed to have come out and made a face-to-face encounter. The man wore a famous brand, and he looked good, but his temperament was too greasy, and his walking posture was the master's style.
The other party stared at him for a while. If it was before, Xia Xiqing would still feel confused, but now that the show is broadcast, he is often stared at when walking on the road, and he has long been used to it.
When he reached the end of the bamboo forest, Xia Xiqing took a cigarette, but a night breeze started outside, and it was lit for a long time, which made him even more irritated.
The leaves of the bamboo forest were swayed by the wind. Through the cracks, Xia Xiqing seemed to see a familiar figure standing on the Zhu Pavilion promenade. His temperament was especially like Xu Qichen.
He couldn't help turning his head to look, and it was really Xu Qichen, standing by the railing on the promenade.
"Qichen."
Xu Qichen turned his head and smiled the moment he saw Xia Xiqing, "Hey, why are you here? What a coincidence."
It is always a happy thing to see Xu Qichen anytime. Xia Xiqing walked over and stood outside the corridor with the vermilion railing on his elbows, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, it's socializing. Just broke up."
"Waiting for someone?" Xia Xiqing looked up at Xu Qichen, "Xia Zhixu didn't come to pick you up."
Xu Qichen was a little embarrassed, "I told him not to come, he has to come, now it is probably coming soon."
"Tsk tusk tusk..." Xia Xiqing poked Xu Qichen in the waist, "sticky."
Xu Qichen was afraid of itching, so he grabbed his hand and hid him, smiling like a child. The more so, the more Xia Xiqing wanted to tease him, "Don't hide from you."
"What are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing's hands trembled, isn't this Zhou Ziheng's voice? Wasn't it Zhou Ziheng who walked over with his hands in his pockets on one side? Xia Xiqing was also wondering how Zhou Ziheng would be hit by Zhou Ziheng no matter how he was having fun with others.
With a hood covering most of Zhou Ziheng's face, he couldn't see his expression clearly. Xia Xiqing was about to explain, but Xu Qichen took the lead, "You two are so familiar, so I don't need to introduce it."
"Who knows him well?" Xia Xiqing leaned against the railing like a ruffian, and soon something else would come out of Xu Qichen's words, "No, you introduced? Co-author, you just ate with him? "
"Yes." Xu Qichen laughed, "Let's talk about the script."
"Are you going to let him act out the novel you wrote again?" Xia Xiqing noticed that Xu Qichen's clothes had drawn lines. He stretched out his hand and pulled it over, preparing to break it with a lighter.
"No, this time it's an original script."
Zhou Ziheng coughed, and Xu Qichen smiled insightfully, "Then what, there are people waiting for me, I have to go, you guys talk first."
"Hey..." Xia Xiqing was too late to pull, and Xu Qichen left without turning his head. He frowned and turned his head back to look at Zhou Ziheng, "You said you are not disappointed, I just had a chat."
Zhou Ziheng also leaned against the railing, and reached out to take away the limited edition lighter in Xia Xiqing's hand, "I can't tell that you are very careful."
Xia Xiqing knew that he was talking about getting Xu Qichen's thread just now, and he thought it was funny, "When the thread is pulled, I will sing him."
"Flick?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows.
Xia Xiqing squeezed Zhou Ziheng's chin, "It is said that the idols follow the meal. Why do I feel that your mouth is more and more following me?"
Zhou Ziheng grabbed his wrist solemnly, "Kissing is contagious."
"Fuck off." Just talking, you can't kiss casually when you are outside. Xia Xiqing felt boring, loosening the hand holding his chin, holding the railing and flying over.
Fearing that he would fall, Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to help his waist. Before touching him, Xia Xiqing quickly grabbed his wrist with a smile on his face, "Don't touch me." Zhou Ziheng just remembered. There was a scar on his waist, and he didn't know that his wound had been exposed long ago.
"Where to go later?" Xia Xiqing asked.
"go home."
Xia Xiqing hooked his ankle with his foot, "Take me along the way, chanting handsome guy."
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand and pulled the extra strand of hair behind his ear, "Don't you go back and continue to celebrate your brother's birthday?"
Xia Xiqing gently stepped on Zhou Ziheng's sneakers along with his eyes drooping, "I wanted to escape a long time ago. It's disgusting."
Zhou Ziheng grabbed his wrist, Xia Xiqing raised his head and looked at him. The cold moonlight slid across the edge of his hat and projected into those deep and strong eyes, like a moon shadow falling into the heart of the lake, just like this being dragged forward by him.
"where to?"
"elopement."
The author has something to say: Brother: I want to leave a cake for my brother.
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These two pys are sweeter than other people's love, which is really scary.