Xia Xiqing discovered that Zhou Ziheng’s restaurant was very large, but the dining table was very small in comparison. It could only seat six people at most. The rectangular wooden table was covered with lake-blue tablecloths, and all the tableware was the simplest white porcelain. In the middle is a dark brown vase like a jar with a bunch of white immortal flowers in it.
No, Xia Xiqing took out one and found that it was not an ordinary immortal flower, but a white rose folded from specially treated pleated paper.
The tip of the nose leaned against the edge of the petals, smelling a scent of rose. Xia Xiqing always felt this dazzling familiar, so he condensed his eyebrows and thought for a while.
He seemed to be able to stack this stuff when he was young.
Zhou Ziheng, who came up with the last salad, saw Xia Xiqing holding a paper rose in a daze. The picture looked very pleasing.
"The comments on the Internet are right, you are indeed very beautiful." Zhou Ziheng put the salad on the table and sat down opposite Xia Xiqing, "Just don't talk."
"Fuck off." The word "beautiful" is almost prohibited here in Xia Xiqing. Zhou Ziheng didn't understand. In his eyes, Xia Xiqing's facial features could not be described as beautiful, and beautiful is not a special word for girls.
"I sincerely praise you, you still don't like to listen."
He lazily glanced at Zhou Ziheng, and threw the paper flower into the vase, "Wait when you are in bed and then praise me for being beautiful." With a smirk, he said cruelly, "At that time, I would love to hear what you said."
Zhou Ziheng, who was serving him fish soup, gave him a chuckle, "I can remember."
"Your dining table is so small." Xia Xiqing spread his arms out, almost touching the sides, "but I like the decorations, and the aesthetics are good."
"It used to be a big long table, but I live alone, and I spend most of my time on the crew, I can eat everything casually." Zhou Ziheng put the tomato fish soup in a small white porcelain bowl on a paper towel. The bottom of the bowl was handed to Xia Xiqing, "I think it would be wasteful for a person to use such a large table, so I replaced it with a smaller one."
"But living in such a big house alone is a waste." Xia Xiqing didn't understand his logic.
"Then you stay with me?" Zhou Ziheng was actually just joking along with what he said. The moment he said it, he regretted it a little bit. He felt that he had acted too much. He was holding himself in every moment of getting along with Xia Xiqing. Of measure. I want to be nice to him, but I am afraid that these good things will push him away.
The first reaction Xia Xiqing heard was also stunned. Before he could react, Zhou Ziheng would come back, "Just kidding. The house is different from the dining table. How should I say it? In my heart, the dining table is very special. I eat alone. Time is the loneliest. If you sit on a large table with one or two dishes and eat quietly by yourself, you will always feel very pitiful."
Suddenly Xia Xiqing didn't know what to say, Zhou Ziheng's description just now seemed to refer to his own life for so many years.
So he likes to go to Xu Qichen to make a meal. In the previous chaotic love histories, he has always had a strange habit. He doesn't like to sleep in the same bed with people after the incident, but he likes to eat with people before the incident.
It doesn't seem so lonely.
Thinking about this, Xia Xiqing looked down at the fish soup in the bowl. The color of the soup was beautiful tomato red, and the noodle soup was sparkling under the warm yellow light. The aroma was very good. He picked it up and tasted the rich tomato aroma. Mixed with the sweetness of yellow bone fish, the mouth is smooth and fragrant, and the stomach warms up after a sip.
Zhou Ziheng looked nervous, "How is it, is it good?"
Xia Xiqing didn't speak, and drank the small bowl in one breath, then passed the empty bowl over, "I want another bowl, and scoop me a piece of fish."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng happily serving him soup, then scooping him a large piece of fish from the ceramic soup pot, and picking up all the obvious thorns with chopsticks, Xia Xiqing's nose was a little sour, he rubbed it and took a bite of sugar. Vinegar ribs stuffed into your mouth.
"Don't drink it all at once. You won't be able to eat later."
"I'm not a little girl." Xia Xiqing chewed on the ribs. "This rib is delicious and crunchy. It's different from what Xu Qichen makes."
"It's fried." Zhou Ziheng changed a bowl for him to serve rice, but Xia Xiqing took the rice and soaked it in the fish soup.
"Eating like this is not good for the stomach."
"It's not good to eat like this every day. It's okay." Xia Xiqing took a spoon of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes with satisfaction. "I haven't eaten this way for many years. The soup and rice are so delicious. ."
Zhou Ziheng asked tentatively, "I used to eat when I was young? Your mother..."
"My mother doesn't cook, her hands will only be used to appreciate famous paintings." Xia Xiqing's tone became colder. "She is a collector of oil paintings. Of course, I mean I didn't get sick before." He smiled and pointed his index finger. Pointed to his temple.
On this topic, Zhou Ziheng knew that it was a minefield, and even if he was curious, he did not continue to ask, but he was willing to say that it was already a great surprise for Zhou Ziheng.
Xia Xiqing turned the topic back, "When I was in elementary school, the aunt who cooked at home was very good at simmering fish soup, because my hometown is in Wuhan, on the edge of the Yangtze River, and she eats fish every day. But when I was a child, I was very picky. Child, then she would use fish soup to wash rice for me, and then she would sit next to me and pick out all the thorns of the fish and put them on the rice."
"Then what?"
"No more." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and ate a few bites of food. "She later gave birth to a child and quit her job."
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand and rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair, "When I want to eat, when I will cook it for you." Xia Xiqing doesn't like being treated as a child, he grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist and warned with an unhappy expression. Don't look after your children."
"No, I think," Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's profile with the hand he held. "Since I don't like eating alone, you don't like it either. We can occasionally get together like this."
He said something against his will, but he didn't want to be too eager to scare the kitten away.
Xia Xiqing let go of his wrist, he wanted to refuse directly, this sense of sight of living together makes him feel both boring and weird. But Zhou Ziheng's food is so delicious and it suits his own appetite. If he refuses directly, maybe he will regret it after two days. It's better not to say anything and leave some room for himself.
After eating a meal slowly, Xia Xiqing took the initiative to wash the dishes. After all, eating and drinking was for so long. Although he had never done this kind of work, it was more difficult to wash dishes than cooking. It dropped by several orders of magnitude.
But Zhou Ziheng directly rejected his request, "There is a dishwasher. Besides," he put the tableware and chopsticks away and stood up, underplaying the next sentence.
"The painter's hands cannot be used to wash dishes. This is a violent thing."
Xia Xiqing tried to suppress the corners of her mouth. He was really convinced, Zhou Ziheng was a pure and innocent virgin, how could he be so. If this was a low-ranking player who had come so many times, he would have long since fallen into a despair.
Unfortunately he is not.
However, high-ranking people are interesting when they meet together, otherwise the story would end too simple, and it would not be a fairy tale to coax children.
Isn't the emotional world of adults just the way you come and go.
It was late after dinner, and Xia Xiqing went back to the door under the pretext of taking a shower. Just after taking a shower, she found that her mobile phone received a series of messages.
[Ethical pacesetter: Have you finished the bath? Do you want to watch a movie? ]
[Ethical pacesetter: I bought a projector before, and it has been idle. I just installed it and found it to be pretty good. ]
Xia Xiqing wiped her hair casually, threw the towel aside, and sat on the sofa to reply to him. Who knows that a call came in. He hadn't contacted his uncle for 800 years. After thinking about it, Xia Xiqing still answered.
"Is there anything?" Xia Xiqing's uncle, Xi Hui, has never had much friendship with him. Not having friendship means that there is no contradiction. In addition, he is still a gentle person, Xia Xiqing is also willing to say a few words to him.
"Xi Qing, it’s been a long time. I know you don’t like fake politeness, so this process will be avoided. I have two things with you this time. In fact, they have something to do with your mother. She is not doing well recently. I think you have. If you have time, you should take a look at her. Of course, it all depends on what you think."
"Just talk about the second thing." Xia Xiqing suddenly wanted to smoke, and after touching for a long time, he realized that he was wearing pajamas.
"Well, you know, the Pulito Art Center that your mother ran before was renovated last month and is about to reopen. I received an invitation to an art dinner two days ago. I think you are the owner of this art center. It’s better for you to go than me. There are many big figures in the art world participating in this evening banquet, and of course businessmen are indispensable. It will also help the art center to restart."
This is what Xi Hui has always done. However, Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone that these reasons are not real reasons. The most important thing is that he is well-known now, and he even saves on publicity. Xia Xiqing hates being used by others, but for his mother's career, or his mother, his emotions are complicated, both hating her and pitying her.
"You also know that Pulito was created by your mother after having you, just to commemorate your birth."
Yes, it seems to be the case, even the name is in "clear" Italian. But in the end this art center was also destroyed by her, which felt a bit fatalistic.
"Xi Qing?"
"I see. I will go, but I don't do anything else." Xia Xiqing said quietly, "Artists are the most incompetent. Don't count on me."
The person on the other side seemed to be relieved, "I'll give you the address in a moment. Take care of yourself outside." Xi Hui paused, but still exhorted, "The entertainment industry is messy, so be careful."
"Compared to the circle where I grew up, the entertainment industry is really pediatric."
After hanging up the phone, Xia Xiqing forgot to reply to Zhou Ziheng. He wondered if Pulito really re-opened the business, he would just take the painting there. But this is completely hooligans. How can a boss put his own paintings in his own gallery? It sounds like a low price.
People's ideas are always weird, and they always feel that art is only linked to poverty to appear valuable. Who would believe that the rich second generation can draw any good pictures
This is why Xia Xiqing never talks about his own profession when playing with people, and never mentions his family background when creating with people. Once the two are mixed together, it creates a subtle sense of cheapness.
After searching for a long time, he found out a box of Marlboro peaches in the gap of the sofa cushion. He stared at the cigarette case for a long time, only to remember that he had brought it from Xia Zhixu last time. That guy was forced. Quit smoking, I can’t smoke anything I bought before.
Xia Xiqing always doesn't like popping cigarettes very much. It feels too boring, but if you are addicted to cigarettes, you don’t have to choose. It is also suitable for dessert. He put the slender pipe in his mouth and lit it, and just smoked it. A bite. The phone rang suddenly, thinking that Xi Hui hadn't finished saying something, but when he saw it, he discovered that it was Zhou Ziheng, and then remembered that he hadn't finished talking to him.
There are two burst beads in the double burst, one is a blue mint bead, and the peach burst bead near the cigarette holder. Xia Xiqing took a sip and crushed the blue beads. The cold mint scent wrapped in the smooth tobacco scent hits the sky cover. The hair was not completely dry, and his brain was agitated, as if a certain nerve was tightened. It loosened again quickly, and the pores all over his body were opened.
"Hey?"
I don't know why, Zhou Ziheng listened to Xia Xiqing's voice on the other end of the phone lazily, as if it was floating. He coughed, "Did you take a shower? What are you doing?"
"Taking drugs."
"..."
"You lied to you." Xia Xiqing laughed lazily, and most of the coolness dissipated. He leaned on the armrest of the sofa comfortably. Only then did he remember the invitation from Zhou Ziheng before. He had no interest in movies, but he wanted to watch it. Look at other things.
"I don't want to watch a movie. Do you have the TV series you played when you were a kid? I want to watch it."
Zhou Ziheng coughed a few times when he choked, "What's so good about that..."
"I just want to watch it." Xia Xiqing vomited a shallow smoke ring, stretched out a slender hand and grabbed a handful, the smoke fled between his fingers.
The head of the phone was silent for a century. He didn't urge, and smoked quietly. It was almost one-third of a cigarette before Zhou Ziheng ended the game, reluctantly to make a compromise.
Until Xia Xiqing stepped on Zhou Ziheng's slippers and appeared at his door with a white cigarette in his mouth, the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face was still ugly. Xia Xiqing laughed happily, took the cigarette off and clamped it on his fingers, rubbing Zhou Ziheng's ears with his hands.
"It depends on the kid Zhou Ziheng."
"To shut up."
However, Xia Xiqing did not expect that the projector Zhou Ziheng said was actually installed in his bedroom. If it were someone else, he would definitely think that this kind of invitation was an ulterior motive, but it was Zhou Ziheng, and that would definitely be watching a movie.
His bed was facing a large blank wall. Zhou Ziheng found a very old box in a room with several hard drives in it.
"I haven't seen it myself." There was still a little bit of resentment in Zhou Ziheng's tone. Xia Xiqing also squatted down and touched the top of his head, "Isn't that just right, let's review your little cute period together."
As soon as he raised his head, his eyes were a little scary, and Xia Xiqing didn't say much anymore.
"I'm okay with the lights off." Zhou Ziheng was still a little worried when the projector was on.
Xia Xiqing's face was calm, "It's okay."
The darkness spread, and the phantom light and shadow of the projector blocked the flow of dark colors. The light that was like running water under the sun projected beautiful colors on Zhou Ziheng's close body, which made Xia Xiqing move.
If this body can be used as drawing paper, it should be able to draw stunning works.
The soft bed collapsed, and Zhou Ziheng sat beside him.
"Why are you asking me to watch a movie?" Xia Xiqing turned his face and saw that Zhou Ziheng's eyelashes were transparent, and when they flashed, they looked like faded cicada wings, which was very beautiful.
"I will join the group soon, and I don’t expect to have so much free time after that. I originally found a foreign film, the protagonist is also an AIDS person, I want to see how others acted, but I think it’s a bit irritating. Yu." Zhou Ziheng leaned his head on the pillow, "You will feel better if you pull it up."
Saying so much is actually nonsense. I just want to spend more time with him.
Xia Xiqing nodded, and a child appeared on the screen of the projector, wearing little overalls, and his voice was milky and milky. He laughed all of a sudden, "How old are you?"
Zhou Ziheng squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "Six years old, from the year he debuted."
"It's so cute." Xia Xiqing stared at Zhou Ziheng, then looked at the children in the picture, trying to confirm the similarities between them. Zhou Ziheng felt too ashamed, and turned Xia Xiqing into his face, "Watch your TV, don't look at me."
"It's your TV." Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly. Zhou Ziheng always felt that there was a smell of fruit around him, not the smell of Xia Xiqing in the past. He wondered, "Did you change the shower gel?"
"No," Xia Xiqing reacted quickly, "You are talking about cigarettes." Although he was talking, he still stared at the beautiful little boy on the screen. The six-year-old Zhou Ziheng played the youngest in the family. Young master, there are two older sisters and an older brother above him. At this moment, he is going upstairs and shouting to his brother. The sound is crisp and sweet, like a little peach.
It's better when I was young, good-natured and soft.
"Smoke? You said the fragrance is in the cigarette?"
I know this good baby has never seen the world. Xia Xiqing took the cigarette from his mouth and handed it to him, "You try?"
Zhou Ziheng refused, "Forget it, I don't smoke."
"Tsk." Xia Xiqing's attention finally shifted from Xiao Zhou Ziheng's body, he turned his face and raised his eyebrows, "Five Good Youth."
He has such a bad taste since he was a child, and likes to molest and spoil the behaved children.
"I don't like this kind of addictive thing, and it's not good for the body." Zhou Ziheng explained with a sharp glance. Who knew that Xia Xiqing sat up directly with a cigarette in his mouth. The pink pearl beads on the side were snapped to pieces by him, and the fresh and fresh peach scent poured into his lungs.
Xia Xiqing took off the cigarette and blew a beautiful smoke ring, watching the smoke spread on Zhou Ziheng's frowning face, melting with the flowing light. The fingers holding the cigarette pinched Zhou Ziheng's chin and kissed it.
The cold and sweet smoke was passed over, completing a psychedelic long handover.
Peach, mint, cigarette.
Intertwined light and shadow, childhood sweet and soft tones, sticky and intimate kisses.
"Look into my eyes and say it again."
The soft lips are grinning desire.
"Do you like addictive things?"