Xia Xiqing never felt that he would be moved by others.
He always tells others that the biggest misunderstanding of love is to always regard the mood swings during the ambiguous moment as a heartbeat, and use the disturbance of the heartbeat at that moment as evidence to confirm that he has fallen in love. But too often, these fluctuations are nothing but ripples on the lake surface, and after that moment, they are quickly smoothed out.
He is not sure if his mood swings are the moment when the ripples are blooming, he is only sure that he enjoys this moment.
"The gun is unsteady." Zhou Ziheng shook the AUG in his hand, with a successful smile on his face.
The last words just now were just a joke. Xia Xiqing tried to find clues to prove his conjecture from the expression on his face. It was not that difficult. After all, he was facing an actor.
The two of them were jokes.
Thinking about this, Xia Xiqing’s burden was much less. He pressed his lower lip, his eyes were frivolous, "It doesn't matter if this gun is unstable, next time I will let you try my other guns."
Zhou Ziheng smiled. Why is this person so persistent, "I tried it last time, and it was not stable. I would go away as soon as I wiped it."
"You have a good life now." Xia Xiqing kicked his calf shin, was avoided by Zhou Ziheng, and hugged him in his arms.
"Just kidding, kidding."
"Don't hug me." Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Don't hug me like a fucking woman."
Zhou Ziheng heard this from his mouth twice. He wondered if Xia Xiqing minded that he liked a girl before, but such thoughts were too over-conscious. It is more likely that Xia Xiqing just wanted to occupy the dominant position. That's it.
"Then you hug me." Zhou Ziheng opened his arms.
Xia Xiqing glanced at him, such a tall man, she looked like a girl no matter how she hugged him.
"Fuck off, who wants to hold you." Xia Xiqing wanted to take the gun from his hand. As soon as he reached out, Zhou Ziheng grabbed it and said anxiously, "Your hand hurt?"
Hurt? Xia Xiqing was a little inexplicable, but soon reacted.
"Ah, that is red paint, I accidentally put it on, not blood."
Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to rub, it turned out to be paint, "Scared me. You drew before going out."
"Ah?... Hmm." Xia Xiqing was a little unaccustomed to being so cared about. He retracted his hand calmly, took away the gun from Zhou Ziheng's hand, put on earmuffs and started shooting again.
Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to ask him what painting he drew, but when he saw him like this, he didn’t ask much. He sat aside and took out his mobile phone. Today, he was busy auditioning, having a meeting with the screenwriter and director, and having dinner with the management at night. I don’t even have time to read WeChat.
Sure enough, WeChat news is full. Zhou Ziheng picked up a few important work information and responded first, and then saw Shang Sirui's news in a blink of an eye.
[Si Rui: Since Heng! Have you seen the paintings Xi Qing drew for you? ]
[Si Rui: Share pictures. ]
Zhou Ziheng saw the watercolor painting that Shang Sirui sent over. It was the scene of the pre at the end of his sophomore year. The PPT displayed in the upper right corner had a dark red background.
It turned out to be on the verge of painting this one.
[Ziheng: He sent it to you? ]
[Si Rui: No, I saved it on his Weibo. ]
When Zhou Ziheng saw the news, he immediately opened Weibo and found that he had received a large number of unfollowing people Aite. He clicked in and saw that it was indeed the painting by Xia Xiqingfa.
[Self-study girl Chong Duck: @周自珩, come in and see the picture your wife drew for you! ]
[Who doesn't like self-study: @周自珩, what is it like to fall in love with a painter? ]
[Self-study CP universe is the sweetest: @周自珩, I announce that you and this beautiful artist are locked up, I swallowed the key! ]
My wife
What a new argument is this.
In addition to the overwhelming CP fan speech, some of Zhou Ziheng's fans who found Xia Xiqing's Weibo were only fans.
[Ziheng Universe First Attack: Thank you for sharing. ]
[Zhou Ziheng's wife: Thank you, madam, but some Xipi powder please also take care of yourself, too much brain supplement is a disease. ]
[My Heng Super A: Xipi Fen screamed for something, Zhou Ziheng until I can't straighten it anymore, I'm really convinced by Lagua every day. ]
…
Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips.
Is he straight? If it was before, it should be pretty straight, but now...
Moreover, the level of CP powder brain supplementation should be about the same as the real progress of the two of them now... right.
However, the more noisy the comments, the worse, Xia Xiqing's only fan also came out, a posture of [bullying our little painter has no fans] to protect the cubs.
Really, it shouldn't be your little girls to protect it.
Zhou Ziheng clicked forward and entered a line of text.
[@周自heng: Thank you, madam. ]
He didn't think anything was wrong. It seemed that this circle called the painter like that, like the big wife. But the CP fans below are directly crazy.
[Perhaps you also engage in self-study: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ]
[My CP loves each other and kills each other every day: Fuck you called a wife! ! It's really called a wife! ]
[Happy self-study: Zhou Ziheng is awesome! [Broken sound (If I had such a beautiful wife, I would be awesome)]
[The self-study girl is super cute: Ah, the tears of the self-study girl are worthless, Zhou Ziheng, why are you so spoiled! (How does it feel for some poisons to be steamed and hit in the face? KY under Xi Qing’s Weibo is enough.)]
[Self-study girl Chong Duck: It’s really exciting to do self-study. It’s the New Year every day. ]
"What are you doing?"
Zhou Ziheng looked up and found that Xia Xiqing took off his glasses and earmuffs, and shook that beautiful black hair and walked towards him.
"Huh? Check Weibo..."
Xia Xiqing stretched out, "I wanted to hit a ten ring, so difficult." He sat next to Zhou Ziheng.
"Don't fight, if you continue to fight, your arm will hurt tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood up and said, "Go home."
"Hungry." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng. His eyes are very big among boys. The double eyelid is very deep, and the eyelashes are long and dense. The plain face always gives the illusion of eyeliner. The dark black pupils are always bright and glowing with moisturizing light. He usually smiles frivolously and tenderly, but when he doesn't make any expressions, he shows a pure and pitiful vigor.
Zhou Ziheng pulled him up, "My family has the Cordyceps Chicken Soup that my mother sent here yesterday. When I go back, I will get you the noodles to eat."
Even if you don’t give it to you, it’s still full value so far. Xia Xiqing was in a good mood, and followed Zhou Ziheng to leave the shooting training ground.
The last time he entered Zhou Ziheng’s house was when Xia Xiqing kissed him strongly. He felt a little embarrassed on his face when he thought about it. On the other hand, he was a little puzzled. Last time Zhou Ziheng was so angry, how could he agree to talk to him now? Fooling around.
"You wear my slippers." Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of navy blue slippers and placed them in front of him.
Xia Xiqing let out a cry, as if thinking of something again, "I can go home and wear my own." Anyway, it was two steps. Zhou Ziheng took out another pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet, which looked like they were used by guests. He did not look up, "If you dislike my shoes, go back and get your own."
This bitterness. Xia Xiqing laughed, "I don't have one. I'm not afraid of wronging you." After saying that, he put on Zhou Ziheng's slippers, which were soft, but a lot bigger.
"Your feet are really big."
"I'm 1.92 meters."
"Oh, that's amazing."
"It's amazing."
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Xia Xiqing wailed and was hungry, and walked to the living room without seeing the pair of unsuitable slippers. When he came last time, he patronized Zhou Ziheng in the hallway and didn't look inside. He only found out at this time. It turns out that there is a big swimming pool in Zhou Ziheng’s living room.
"You can decorate this place. It looks like a rich person." Xia Xiqing squatted by the pool, put his fingers in and scratched the surface of the water, "I will chisel one too."
"Aren't you tired?" Zhou Ziheng took off his jacket and put it on the sofa, walked to the refrigerator and opened the double door, "If you want to swim here, it would be fine."
After saying this, he regretted a little bit, did he have to catch up too much? Where can Xia Xiqing want to swim
Xia Xiqing didn't say a word either. He wanted to say what to do if their relationship broke down in the end, just like he had been with those little loves before, and now they have no contact. But he felt that he was too embarrassed to say this, making it not like a physical relationship at all, but like a real relationship.
"Okay, just wait for your words." Xia Xiqing pretended to stand up easily and jumped twice. Zhou Ziheng thought he was going to jump down now, and said quickly, "I didn't turn on the thermostat."
"I'm not swimming now, I'm almost starving to death." Xia Xiqing dragged his steps to lie down on Zhou Ziheng's sofa, and let out a comfortable sigh. Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he turned on the TV and plugged the remote control into his hand. A boring idol drama at eight o'clock was broadcast on the TV. The dubbing had a strange plot. From a distance, you could hear Zhou Ziheng’s cooking in the kitchen, the clanging of metals, and the sound of gurgling soup cooking. The fireworks are full of smoke.
Xia Xiqing lying on the sofa quietly, a little uncomfortable, he hasn't felt this way for a long time.
It's like... I have a home.
As soon as this thought came up, he pressed down desperately. I want to divert my attention and make myself look less pitiful. The only thing he can do is to spit out TV shows as much as he can.
"Who made the filter of this play? The saturation is tuned to blind the audience."
"The female protagonist's skirt... I really don't understand the current costume style. Zhou Ziheng, you don't want to play an idol drama, you play me immediately."
"This plot... Newton's coffin board can no longer hold."
"Actually, the male protagonist looks pretty good. If his nose is higher, he will look better. His eyebrows and eyes are quite three-dimensional."
But it was far worse than Zhou Ziheng.
As he was talking, Zhou Ziheng brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup and walked over, and put it on the coffee table with a bang, his face gloomy.
"So fast?" Xia Xiqing sat up from the sofa, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
"I see if you can be full by watching a handsome guy?" Zhou Ziheng turned and walked over to take his share. Xia Xiqing knelt on the sofa with both hands resting on the upper edge of the backrest of the sofa, and smiled towards Zhou Ziheng's back.
It is true that Zhou Ziheng walked over with another bowl, "Then you watch the one on TV."
"That's fine." Xia Xiqing sat down and picked up the chopsticks. "My aesthetic standards are very high, so you can barely count as a handsome guy in this circle."
"Reluctantly?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"Don't force it." Xia Xiqing stayed from the sofa and sat on the carpet, and hurriedly carried his bowl of noodles, lest Zhou Ziheng used it to threaten him, "It's a bit worse than me." The soup in the bowl was bright, Xia Xiqing blew. I opened the green onion, took a sip, "It's delicious, your aunt is really good at craftsmanship."
Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to say that my mother was good at craftsmanship, but he didn't want to say such things in front of Xia Xiqing.
After eating a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, Xia Xiqing felt warm in his internal organs and sweated all over. He unbuttoned two shirt buttons, his arm rested on the bent leg, his chin rested lazily. On his knees, even the voice became lazy, like a cat basking in the sun.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly wanted to buy a cat.
After eating and drinking, Xia Xiqing opened Weibo and took a look, and found that Zhou Ziheng had reposted his Weibo and also wrote such words as [Thank you Mrs.]. He was anxious at once, "Fuck Zhou Ziheng, do you have a pit in your head? You call it "Mrs."
"What's wrong? Don't everyone call it that way." Zhou Ziheng used his acting pretend to be stupid.
"You..." Xia Xiqing held back his breath, "You deleted Weibo for me."
"That can't be deleted. If you delete it, you will have to go to a hot search." Zhou Ziheng drank his saliva. "Only my fan circle knew about it. Once I delete Weibo, the whole Internet knows it."
"You! Okay, you are awesome." Although Xia Xiqing was angry, Zhou Ziheng was telling the truth. He didn't want everyone to know that he would definitely be laughed at by Xia Zhixu. Thinking of this, he just wanted to quickly turn over, picking up a narrative and saying, "This actor has a lot of resources recently."
"Yeah." Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng glanced down at Xia Xiqing, who was watching TV. Although he didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing sitting in his own house and chatting with other men, he didn't seem to be angry with himself when he saw him, and he was a little compromised. , And even wanted to betray the news of his colleagues to please him. So Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's shoulder with his knee, "Want to hear gossip?"
Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "Are there melons?"
He put his hand on Zhou Ziheng's knee and shook Zhou Ziheng's heart. Moreover, from this angle, Xia Xiqing's chest was unobstructed. Zhou Ziheng raised his head and faced the TV with integrity, "Actually, I don't usually have anything to do with it. I only know many things in the circle after watching the paparazzi exposed."
Well, Xia Xiqing believes this.
"But when we were at dinner party, the boss who came was quite unreliable. We were all embarrassed by what we said at the dinner. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he started telling Director Kunming that he wanted to put in a role."
Xia Xiqing pointed to the male lead on the TV, "Just him?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "He drank too much. He kept saying that this actor is good-looking and energetic. The more he talks about it, the more wrong it is. We can't pull it back if we want to."
Dare to be the gold master. Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly, "What then?"
"Director Kun said, the script hasn't been finalized yet." When it comes to the script, Zhou Ziheng said again, "That person has been pouring Xu to make wine, but Director Kun and I stopped him."
"Fuck me? Does he still want to engage in Xu Qichen?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, his face changed, and Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable seeing him like this.
"No, he didn't drink, he didn't say a few words the whole time."
Of course, Xu Qichen seems to be warm, but in fact he is more severe than anyone else. Xia Xiqing couldn't help snorting coldly, "Even we Chenchen dare to move. You can't let that person know about this, otherwise you won't be able to explode."
When Zhou Ziheng heard that his name was Xu Bianchenchen, his heart became even more flustered, and he held back for a long time and didn't think of the words to make the question better. Who knows that Xia Xiqing spoke first, "Xu Qichen and I are high school classmates. I dare to bet with you that you will never meet such a poor child in your life."
The name "children" also made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.
"Originally, my family is happy. After the high school entrance examination, I was traveling by car in one or three families. There was a car accident. My parents were gone, and he was the only one who woke up overnight." Xia Xiqing sighed, "When he was in high school, he could not Autistic, if it weren't for a silly lack of pestering him every day, I would have long since thought of committing suicide."
Zhou Ziheng didn't expect that the gentle and polite screenwriter would have encountered these things, "What then?"
"Originally everything was fine, and he was also a lot more cheerful. Who knew that at that time someone said he was gay, and even fabricated rumors that he had an improper relationship with the head teacher and forced him to transfer." Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and looked up. My eyes hung, "Do you want to ask if he is really gay?"
"He likes the second person who pesters him every day, but he has always been secretly in love. In fact, that person also likes him. The two of them have been kept in the dark like fools for ten years, and even cut off contact because of that rumor for several years. There is no news from the other party."
His voice was a little dumb, "A person like Xu Qichen can't be too bad to become too bad, but he has always been very kind, and only dares to hurt himself, because he has someone he has always liked, and he doesn't want to be seen by that person. The bad side of yourself."
Zhou Ziheng did not speak, but he sensed Xia Xiqing's emotional fluctuations.
Xia Xiqing's chin was raised, his eyes still staring forward, and his voice was full of contempt, "I am different. If I am hurt, I must do everything possible to retaliate. If I feel uncomfortable, no one should think of a better life. No one can run away, and all have to accompany me in pain. Anyway, there is no one in this world who I care about that I dare not go bad, and it doesn’t matter if I suck."
It really doesn't matter.
When he was very young, he desperately tried his best to get the first place in the school, like collecting stamps. When he got home, he ran to show them to his parents, but they only took a look and praised them when they were in a good mood. . All they care about is business, only endless fights. Later, he discovered that he was fighting fiercely outside, but when he returned home, he could hear his parents say a few more words. Even if he scolded him, it was much better than usual when he did not exist. He is getting worse and worse, skipping classes, drinking alcohol, and deliberately taking the countdown to the whole class. At this time, he gets more "concern" instead.
How ironic.
The heart is sour from the cold. The hair was suddenly rubbed.
Zhou Ziheng sat on the carpet, stretched out his hands and hugged Xia Xiqing in his arms, and kissed his hair several times while he didn't pay attention, "I think what you just said was wrong."
Xia Xiqing was hugged tightly by him. He was struggling to speak, and he couldn't understand what Zhou Ziheng meant. "What did you say?"
Zhou Ziheng patted his back lightly, his voice was terribly gentle, "I said what you said was wrong, he is not the poorest child I have ever met in my life."
Before this sentence was followed, Xia Xiqing had already caught fire first, and was about to reach out to push him, but Zhou Ziheng's arm was even tighter.
"Whoever pushes me is the poorest child." His voice was filled with a warm smile, which sounded like a joke, but somehow it alleviated Xia Xiqing's anxiety. He felt that he was too embarrassed. It was really shameless to be looked down upon by a guy five years younger than him. He couldn't help but screamed, "I am not anyway."
"Yeah. You are not." Zhou Ziheng hugged him like a kid and dangled him. He also picked up Xia Xiqing's hands and manually placed him on his back. A pair of long legs bent up and sandwiched him in the middle. The posture of two people embracing each other can't run away.
"Who is that?" Xia Xiqing said in a bad tone, but did not let down the hand that was forced to stick to his back.
Zhou Ziheng rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head, and encircled him in his arms. His voice was soft and warm, like a feather-shaped marshmallow, drifting down gently, swaying for a long time, and finally drifting to Xia Xiqing's hand, "Yes, who is it?"
After the rising tail sound ended, Zhou Ziheng smiled in his ear.
Xia Xiqing suddenly forgot how to be angry.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng changed into a trumpet, and posted a comment on the Weibo where Xia Xiqing shared the watercolor paintings. He fished in troubled waters, hidden in the comments of a large number of self-study girls-[Mrs. Zhou is good. ]