When I woke up the next day, Zhou Ziheng was gone again, and Xia Xiqing was lying on the bed in a big circle of pajamas and pajamas.
The whole bed smelled of Zhou Ziheng, which smelled very good. He glanced at the phone, and it was already 10:30 in the morning, and there were two more news.
[Ethical pacesetter: I have to walk a red carpet today, I guess I will be back very late. There is a bagel sandwich for you in the refrigerator. ]
Xia Xiqing felt that he had accumulated virtue in his previous life, and he would find such a friend. Stretching, Xia Xiqing got up and opened the curtains. The sunshine in early May met him head-on, feeling comfortable. I opened the curtain and discovered that the bedroom window was a large bay window covered with a layer of gray blankets. Xia Xiqing sat down and found that there were many scattered papers on the bay window, densely packed with notes, and piles of materials.
These are Zhou Ziheng's handwriting. Xia Xiqing flipped through it and found that many of them were related to AIDS. There were pathological medical notes such as the initial symptoms of AIDS, as well as psychological analysis and research on people with AIDS. I remembered that the notes were quite detailed, even in those cases. Next to the symptoms and mental performance, the inner activities and performance of the character are written.
So serious. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but feel that Zhou Ziheng is really a clear stream compared to the current niches who take the scene and shoot casually. He has a high age and talent, and he still works so hard.
With so much information, it seems that he really wants to play this role well.
Taking on his clothes and changing his shoes, Xia Xiqing was about to return to his home. Before closing the door, he remembered Zhou Ziheng's WeChat message. He turned it back and took the bagel sandwich that he had reserved for him in the refrigerator. When he closed the refrigerator door, he discovered that his refrigerator was covered with a lot of unintelligible physical formulas.
Terrible science man.
Xia Xiqing returned to her home to wash and clean up. Just after changing his clothes, he received a call from his former deputy instructor. He thought he was just a daily concern, but he didn't expect that this time he was persuading him to work.
"I think you are suitable for colleges and universities. The environment here is very relaxed. You can enjoy a lot of resources and create as much as you want."
"Really?" Xia Xiqing smiled politely, "I haven't thought about the future plan yet. Of course, I will consider your suggestions from the teacher."
"Whether you come or not, don't bury your talents."
Talent.
These two words are extremely heavy for Xia Xiqing. As early as when he was studying in Bumei, he was praised by others with such a vague description as talented, and was criticized by many critics, saying that his works were too dark and breathless. Some people call it Reiki, some people call it heresy. But in any case, the original self can indeed draw things that are being discussed.
But now. Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone that he is now entering a period of bottleneck and confusion in his creation. When he writes, he has no belonging. He locked up all the previous paintings and didn't want to see them again. The spark of creation is diminishing, which makes him wonder if he is really talented. It is still said that the aura at the beginning is just a nightmare that is constantly overdrawing oneself.
Enduring the pain, little by little, squeezed the black pus from the heart and spread them on the drawing paper, which is called creation.
How could he be so sad.
Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and leaned his head back in the hanging chair. The phone bell rang again. He thought that Professor Wang had something to say before he could even read it. "Teacher..."
"I can be called a teacher by you now." There was a clear and soft voice on the other end of the phone.
It's Xu Qichen. Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and laughed, "Isn't that, Teacher Xu, Editor Xu."
"You don't want to kick me off. I didn't sleep last night, and now I rely on coffee to continue my life."
Xia Xiqing got out of the hanging chair and walked to the balcony to light a cigarette for herself, "So tired? What are you busy with? I am not afraid that Xia Zhixu will be anxious with you."
"He was anxious with me yesterday and annoyed him to death."
Hearing the ending sound of Xu Qichen's last sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he had been fed dog food. Xu Qichen quickly pulled back the topic again, "Did Zhou Ziheng tell you about the new play he has taken, and the screenwriter is me."
Sure enough, this is still the case. Xia Xiqing said, "That's why I called you Xu Bian."
"Hey, this book is too difficult to make. I wanted to write a relationship line, but I couldn't meet a suitable actress."
Xia Xiqing interrupted: "Did you not have a prototype when you wrote the script?"
Xu Qichen was stunned on the phone. Xia Xiqing was so smart that he had to prepare another brain for countermeasures when talking to him. He certainly can't say that his prototype is Xia Xiqing. He originally wrote the script based on these things, but he didn't expect to find Xiao Huadan who was suitable for his age and could stand up to his acting skills.
"No, everything I can write has a prototype." Xu Qichen smiled.
Too. Xia Xiqing remembered what Zhou Ziheng said yesterday, "Listen to Zhou Ziheng, both you and the director want me to act?"
I was still thinking about how to mention this, who knows that Xia Xiqing himself said, "Yes, these things are a bit troublesome to talk about. Where are you now, let's talk in person, and I will show you the information."
"You come to my house."
It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon that Xu Qichen finished the work at hand, packed up his things and went to Xia Xiqing's house.
"It's really not easy to come to your home. The security is too strict." Xu Qichen took off the schoolbag behind him, and Xia Xiqing took it. "The people in this apartment are quite special, so the security system is stricter." He held Xu Qichen. Shoulders, "Why do you look so small, like a college student."
Xu Qichen grabbed the hair stubble with some embarrassment, looked down at his yellow sweater, "I came out without changing my clothes." He saw Xia Xiqing's living room and the roof of the split-level roof, he couldn't help but sigh, "You The house I bought this time is so big."
"Do you like it? Let Xia Zhixu buy downstairs. Let's see you every day." Xia Xiqing put his bag on the sofa, walked to the kitchen to get him a lemon juice, and threw it into Xu Qichen's arms.
Hearing Xia Xiqing's suggestion, Xu Qichen asked seriously, "Why buy the downstairs, isn't it better to have the same floor? How many households are there on this floor?"
Xia Xiqing was choked by him, "Uh... Two households."
"The other family sold it?"
"right."
"A star?" Xu Qichen's expression was a little excited.
How can you guess so. Xia Xiqing nodded, "Yes."
"Which star? Do I know?"
"Oh, you don't know," Xia Xiqing supported Xu Qichen by the shoulder and pushed him onto the sofa to sit down. "Aren't you going to talk about the script, let's go directly to the topic."
Xu Qichen took out the computer from his bag and took out the latest version that he had modified. "I don't know how much Zhou Ziheng introduced to you. Let's start from the beginning. I am going to change the role of the heroine to a male role, delete it. There are not many dramas in the original script anyway."
"Delete all the emotional scenes?"
"Well. If the two protagonists are both boys, the emotional drama is too much. Originally, the theme of this drama is not emotional. It is very likely that it will go off the track by then, especially in the later stage of publicity. "Xu Qichen pushed the laptop in front of Xia Xiqing, "I changed the role of the heroine to the second male. The name is Jiang Tong, and the male one Gao Kun is still Zhou Ziheng."
Xia Xiqing watched Xu Qichen's setting table and listened to Xu Qichen's introduction.
"I will probably tell you about the role of Jiang Tong. Although he is a child who grew up in the city, unlike Gao Kun, he lives in the lowest level of the city. He has always been a dark household, and he didn't finish high school. Dropped out of school. Originally we wanted to write him autistic, but considering the development of the plot, we changed it and decided to change it to depression."
"Depression..." Xia Xiqing slid his mouse and saw the plot on the second page, and suddenly his fingers stopped.
Xu Qichen knew very well that he saw it. He hesitated for a while and decided to speak, "Jiang Tong has been domestically abused by his parents since he was a child, and his family is very complicated. One of his ears was beaten and deaf by his father."
He looked at Xia Xiqing's profile, his chest slowly rising and falling, as if suppressing something.
"You will definitely think I am cruel." Xu Qichen put his hand on Xia Xiqing's knee, "Xi Qing, you can't keep facing it."
Xia Xiqing took a deep breath. If there is another person sitting next to him at this time, whoever is good, he will definitely overturn the computer and love his mother, but he is Xu Qichen, and he knows that Xu Qichen is not the kind of tearing him apart. The wound made fun of his man. He couldn't vent his emotions towards Xu Qichen, so he could only suppress it.
"If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, and you can also lose your temper to me." Xu Qichen moved closer, "You can't hide from it forever, just like me at the beginning, avoiding and solving any problems."
Xia Xiqing gritted his teeth tightly and still did not speak.
"I wrote this script for a long time. When I decided to join those plots, I was thinking of your experience in my heart. This method of scraping bones may be painful, but I want you to come out of the shadows completely. You are too strong, and you have never vented to anyone at one time. If this goes on, he will only accumulate in your heart and will not disappear. You treat it as a creation, and use the window of creation to vent all the emotions in your heart. , Just this time, maybe it will be better in the future."
"You also said that maybe." Xia Xiqing finally spoke, but his tone was like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest waves.
Xu Qichen knew that this would be the result, "Actually, I want to help you. Although I know you never need anyone's help, and it sounds hypocritical, I still have to say," he lowered his eyes, "in this In the world, the person I most hope to be happy is you."
Xia Xiqing's heart was sour, and Xu Qichen had known each other for almost ten years. They knew these words in their hearts, and they had never opened up to each other. After all, they were all men. Thinking about it this way, Xia Xiqing felt that he was as hypocritical as a woman. He was easy to soften up with Xu Qichen, let alone Xu Qichen's words, he couldn't say a word for a long time.
But anyway, he felt uncomfortable when he thought of these plots. Those were things he had really experienced, and he couldn't breathe just by looking at them. He didn't dare to imagine what he would be like if he really did.
The silent gap was misunderstood by Xu Qichen as a failure of persuasion. He sighed, "If you really don’t want to, I’ll go and tell the director again, let’s meet a few young actors and see if we can meet someone with aura. "He said and closed the computer. "I think Zhou Ziheng likes this book. Their team has emptied a long time for this film. It is said that they have also pushed a major director. Whether you act or not, he must have worked hard here. Six months."
Speaking of Xia Xiqing, he was upset. I don't know why. When he thinks of not being able to meet Zhou Ziheng in Beijing for several months, he feels uncomfortable everywhere, chest tightness and shortness of breath.
"Where are you going to find an actor?"
"None of the more popular ones in the circle are particularly suitable for this role. The director wants to find the kind of boys who seem to be protective, which can easily arouse empathy with the audience. But you know, this type of actor is not common, so I should go to see the newcomers of the film academy."
Newcomer? It's not a small piece of fresh meat in the water, young and beautiful, and the protective desire that I see pity, and stay with the moral model of justice, who is born to protect others, for a little half a year, so, I have to spend that. To seduce you for a long time is tantamount to making wedding dresses for others.
The more I thought about it, the more angry, Xia Xiqing simply didn't think about it, "Chen Chen, whether to eat pizza or not."
"Huh?" Xu Qichen was still immersed in the sorrowful atmosphere of lobbying failure. When Xia Xiqing asked this question, he was a little overwhelmed, "Eat...?"
"I'll order." Xia Xiqing took out his mobile phone and went to WeChat. After the order was completed, he glanced at the circle of friends and swiped down. By chance, he reached Xiao Luofa's circle of friends.
[Xiao Luo: When I heard that Ziheng was going to the XX fashion charity party, my WeChat exploded, here, I took a sneak shot of you. ]
With Zhang Zhou Ziheng's profile, his hair is combed and his three-dimensional features are exposed. He is rarely seen wearing a white suit with an ink blue tie on the neckline, which is not as aggressive as the previous style. , A little more expensive temperament.
In the camera, he was lowering his head to adjust his cuffs, his expression was focused, and the line from the bridge of his nose to the lips was so three-dimensional that he remembered the praise of Zhou Zi Hengyan in the restaurant circle before, and often compared him with Apollo. Originally, Xia Xiqing was People who don't like Apollo are arrogant and paranoid, but if the sun god really has this face, he might not have so much prejudice.
He also left a comment on Ronaldinho's circle of friends.
[Today’s look is so beautiful, Prince Book. ]
Unexpectedly, not long after it was posted, a message popped up on WeChat.
[Moral pacesetter: Thank you. ]
Xia Xiqing didn't stop and smiled. Why is this person so cheeky? Is he a comment for Ronaldinho
[Terrorist: Go on your red carpet. ]
Soon I received a second reply.
[Ethical pacesetter: I'm over early, I'll be fine after watching the performance, and I can't stay for dinner. ]
Thinking of Zhou Ziheng saying yesterday that he wanted to lose weight for the role, Xia Xiqing felt pitiful, but he still teased him full of evil and fun.
[Terrorist: That's great, I ordered pizza, and I will show it to you later. ]
Saying that Cao Cao has arrived, the call for the takeaway came. Xia Xiqing went down and picked up the pizza, and sat on the floor with Xu Qichen, eating pizza and drinking Coke.
"Hey, why don't you just call Chen Fang and Xia Zhixu over?"
Xu Qichen took a fork and rolled a ball of pasta into his mouth, shook his head, and said vaguely, "I know that Xu has been so busy recently..." He swallowed the pasta strenuously, then drank a Coke and pressed it down. Chen Fang has fallen in love recently, maybe you are having dinner with his girlfriend."
"Chen Fang is in love?" Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows in disgust, "Which little girl is so blind at a young age."
Xu Qichen smiled crookedly, holding a piece of pizza in his hand, "Said it was an intern from their company. I saw it that day. He looks pretty cute, like Xiaoliang."
Xia Xiqing sighed long. Xu Qichen stretched his leg and kicked Xia Xiqing's leg, "Hey, you are alone."
"Me?" Xia Xi's Qing Dynasty Xu Qichen cast a wink, "I want to find a companion, not just a matter of talking."
"I'm not talking about that kind of company, I'm talking about being in a serious relationship." Xu Qichen moved his butt and sat down. "I think Zhou Ziheng is pretty good, good-looking, tall, and decent, the key is not Is he still a fan?"
Xia Xiqing squeezed Xu Qichen's face with his unsoiled hand, "Why are you so worried about me."
"That's not it." Xu Qichen chuckled twice before digging a piece of matcha cake into his mouth with a spoon.
The two of them ate and drank for an hour or two, during which Xu Qichen's various side attacks were all confused by Xia Xiqing, who knew how to be confused. He sent the photo of himself before eating and the photo of the mess after eating to Zhou Ziheng.
[Moral pacesetter]: Are you the devil
Seeing his reply, the corner of Xia Xiqing's mouth was about to go to heaven. He held the half bowl of borscht that he had not finished drinking in one hand and typed with the other.
"Good support." Xu Qichen was uncomfortable, and leaned on Xia Xiqing while tilting his body. Xia Xiqing didn't hold it, and the remaining half of the cold soup was poured on Xu Qichen's body.
"Fuck," Xia Xiqing smirked and lifted the soup bowl from Xu Qichen's neck, "I don't look at you or you, then how can you go home later."
Xu Qichen narrowed his mouth, "I feel like I am a walking borscht now."
"You can just take a shower, and the clothes will be dry-cleaned. You will wear my clothes and go back." Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh, the more he laughed, the louder he laughed. Xu Qichen listened to him and went directly to the guest bath on the first floor. He took off his dirty clothes and took a bath. Xia Xiqing cleaned up the takeaways on the ground a little bit. Originally, he was going to find clothes for him. After cleaning up the garbage, he was completely forgotten and tired. Half-dead sitting cross-legged on the sofa drinking Coke.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Who will this point be? After taking the last sip of Coke, Xia Xiqing put the empty cup on the floor and walked to the hallway and glanced at the electronic screen.
Zhou Ziheng
Xia Xiqing pressed the button on the electronic screen and said to him, "What are you doing at my house."
"I, I forgot to bring my key card."
"Then you call the property, why are you here with me."
"I'm so tired, I want to sit for a while."
"A few minutes?"
"What a few minutes?"
Xia Xiqing deliberately suffocated a cold breath, "Sit for a few minutes."
Zhou Ziheng's expression collapsed a bit, "Five minutes..."
"All right." Xia Xiqing smiled and opened the door. Who knows that as soon as he opened it, there was no one outside. He took a look outside, and was dragged into the hall by a person, and forced him to the wall of the hall. , Start kissing without saying a word.
"Um... hey, Zhou Ziheng..." Xia Xiqing couldn't push it away. He was not ready to kiss too suddenly, and his scalp was numb, as if he had been electrocuted.
"Fuck... What are you doing... Get up..."
Zhou Ziheng's hand was supporting the back of his neck, and his voice was low and panting, "I'm hungry."
"You are hungry, turn me off... well..."
In just one or two months, Zhou Ziheng’s kissing skills have improved almost by leaps and bounds. From the beginning, he could only be kissed by Xia Xiqing. Now he can fully control the dominant position. That damp mouth churned.
"It's so sweet." Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's face, and kissed him with emotion. When Xia Xiqing heard this, her heartbeat was abnormally fast. He grabbed his tie with one hand and grabbed Zhou Ziheng's shoulder with the other, intermittently trying to give the answer, "I just...drank a coke..."
Zhou Ziheng kissed his ears all the way from the corner of his mouth, leaving behind a series of light and hot kisses, and finally bit his earlobe, "No." His laughter was very low, and the breath sprayed on Xia Xiqing's soft ears, "You It's already very sweet."
Xia Xiqing was slapped by him. He couldn't remember anything for a while. He stretched out his arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him, fingers pressed against his scalp and inserted between his hair, breathing increasingly chaotic, and his forehead Everyone oozes sweat and is about to lose control.
"Xi Qing? Can you help me get my clothes?" I heard something vaguely...
"What about people? Xi Qing?"
Clothes, clothes
Damn it.
Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, "Wait, wait, listen to my explanation, that is..."
"Xi-Qing-"
Don't shout, brother. Xia Xiqing held her forehead with her hand, and didn't dare to look at Zhou Ziheng's face. He didn't do anything wrong, but his words began to knot, "That's Xu Qichen, you know, Xu Bian? The thin and white one, remember."
Zhou Ziheng's expression didn't look much better. He had arms around his chest, his fingers rubbed the corners of his lips, his eyes were deep, "What then?"
"Then we ate together, his clothes got dirty and he went to take a bath, and then..." Before he could finish explaining, Zhou Ziheng once again sealed his mouth with a kiss. This time it was more intense than the last time, and he almost hugged Xia Xiqing. To crush him in his arms.
He suppressed his voice, "Um... I can't breathe... Self hung..."
But the more he pressed Zhou Ziheng, the more vigorous he became, like a beast driven by hunger.
Just when Xia Xiqing was kissed by Zhou Ziheng and was about to suffocate, Xu Qichen, who was wearing only a bath towel, walked from the bathroom to the quiet hallway with wet hair, trying to see if it was a thief or something.
Half a minute later, Xia Xiqing, who was kissed by Zhou Ziheng in his arms, heard Xu Qichen's foul language for the first time in his life.
"Fuck..."
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