Like it or not
He did not wait for Zhou Ziheng's answer. But Zhou Ziheng's arms tightly around his back, heavier breathing, and aggressive kisses all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most intuitive way.
Xia Xiqing liked this feeling and felt Zhou Ziheng's strong need for him from the senses. But he was also afraid that Zhou Ziheng would really say those two words. For him, the change of human emotion is a single peak curve, which is a little bit brewed in the ambiguity, a little bit higher, and reaches a peak when he perceives love.
But at the top, it fell irretrievably.
Like a parabola, the higher the apex, the heavier the fall.
That's great, now it's great. He needs Zhou Ziheng, just like Zhou Ziheng still needs him. It doesn't matter if there is no definition.
Zhou Ziheng's kiss is not so skillful, it is all about eager rampage, and he can't wait to take his soul away with a kiss.
There is no way to express the true thoughts in his mind, Zhou Ziheng can only express all his desires in his body. He has always had his own perseverance, habitually avoiding everything that can make people mentally comatose, whether it is tobacco or alcohol.
He likes to stay awake all the time.
But Xia Xiqing just appeared, and he tempted him all the time and used everything to seduce him, tease him, and disturb his original firm heart. From the very beginning, he knew that he understood better than anyone else, so he reminded himself repeatedly, stay away from Xia Xiqing, he is not a good person, he is a dangerous substance that is flammable, explosive and full of temptations.
"Is it hot?" Xia Xiqing's voice was covered with a thick layer of water vapor, like wet glass in a sauna. His slender fingers pulled the bottom edge of Zhou Ziheng's sweater, trying to pull it up, "Take it off?"
Before the end of the intimacy, Zhou Ziheng kissed him again and took off his shirt. The tipping point between men is often fierce and unpredictable. He fully understands what Xia Xiqing expects of him, but unfortunately, even if he is the one who was forced to become addicted to drugs.
He must also become the leader.
The intense kisses made Xia Xiqing hot all over, covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his skin and silk pajamas were greasy and slimy, making his mind breathless. Consciousness and behavior were reversed, and the more intense it became. In his actions, his consciousness became slower and more passive, and his posture lying on Zhou Ziheng changed from an arrogant leopard to a clingy cat.
Zhou Ziheng found an opportunity to overturn him, press Xia Xiqing's shoulders to press him under him, and a drop of sweat accumulated for a long time from the corner of his forehead fell impartially to Xia Xiqing's lips. Zhou Ziheng watched him stick out the tip of his tongue and lightly lick the drop of sweat. The pure and lustful face showed a lazy smile.
"Salty."
But you are too sweet. Zhou Ziheng's lack of reason gave up the dying struggle and drowned into the rough waves with Xia Xiqing.
Occasionally, the child's immature voice in the projection would pop up and crash into Xia Xiqing's heart like a deer. Just when both of them were about to be dazzled by the gushing desire, he had not forgotten to tease.
"Really...children...children..." The remaining two words were covered by panting, and Xia Xiqing's shoulders were shaking, unable to speak. Listening to Zhou Ziheng's well-behaved voice when he was a child, and hanging out with him as an adult, this kind of experience was really amazing.
Zhou Ziheng wrapped and kissed his moist and bright red lips. At the moment of intense confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly called his brother twice. Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, and while laughing, learning the soft voice of a child.
"Brother." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's frowning brows. When he was molested like this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his dignity was questioned, and he bit Xia Xiqing's lower lip severely.
"I was so cute when I was a kid... Why are you so fierce now?" Xia Xiqing graciously leaned forward and kissed him, "You scream again... I think you screamed so well when you were a kid... or, still..."
Originally, he didn't hold on to expectations. Zhou Ziheng was always unwilling to meet his expectations. Xia Xi knew this early in the morning. But what he didn't expect was that Zhou Ziheng really leaned down to close to his ear, his voice was deep and low.
"elder brother."
Kiss Xia Xiqing's earlobe lightly again.
"Satisfied? Brother Xi Qing."
The bells of Hundred Flowers Cathedral were beating heart valves hard. Even the soul was shattered and turned into a vast universe.
The audition in the afternoon has consumed enough Xia Xiqing’s energy, and I don’t know how long he has been tossing, his consciousness is too vague, and he fell asleep only twice, Zhou Ziheng is very stubborn, whether he is soft or hard, he is not willing to obediently. .
He couldn't sleep deeply, but he couldn't lift his eyelids. Xia Xiqing always felt that someone touched his forehead and cheeks in his dreams. It was so light and light that people couldn't tell if it was an illusion. Sleeping drowsy until the middle of the night, awake with dry mouth, Xia Xiqing half-squinted his eyes and touched the kitchen, came to open the refrigerator and filled himself with a half bottle of ice water, and he was quite awake.
Although it was approaching early summer, the wind at night was still a bit cool. Xia Xiqing drooped his eyes and slowly walked back to the room, and found that the projector was still on, but there was no sound.
In fact, he should go home even more at this time, after all, this is not his home.
Xia Xiqing squatted by the bed, staring at Zhou Ziheng’s quiet sleeping face. The small face shining on the screen gradually overlapped with the boy who has become tall in reality. Every detail is similar, but it extends. He couldn't help feeling the beauty of life.
Zhou Ziheng fell asleep to the bed, with nowhere to put his hands down. Xia Xiqing first tentatively touched his fingertips, and saw that he hadn't waked up, so he held his hands boldly. Zhou Ziheng's fingers were very long, and his palms were wide and dry. He couldn't help but think of the way he grabbed the ball with one hand during a basketball game.
Like playing with a puppy's paw, Xia Xiqing grabbed his fingers and gathered his fingers one by one, then spread them one by one, and finally embedded his fingers in them, clasping his fingers inexplicably.
If he exists only for himself.
[That art gallery was built by my mother for you, did you know? ]
Recalling the scene of her mother losing her heart and going crazy in the art museum, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a thorn on her back, and he weakly let go of Zhou Ziheng's hand.
When I lowered my head, I found a gel pen beside my feet, probably Zhou Ziheng used to take notes.
Xia Xiqing was never convinced that he would really get the love of someone. Most of them loved his skin. There were also people who claimed to be proud of him for his talents or longing for his family background. But peeling off the icing, the bitterness inside is prohibitive.
Selfishness, inertia to lie, inconsistency, romantic addiction.
Before that, he always thought that Zhou Ziheng looked down on himself as purely blind, so many people were chasing after him, and Zhou Ziheng shunned him.
But now, no matter how arrogant he is, no matter how hard his mouth is, he has to admit that he is not worthy of such a good Zhou Ziheng.
At noon the next day, Zhou Ziheng was awakened by Jiang Yin’s life-threatening serial call. He forgot that he still had a big shot, and he slept drowsy. I don’t know if it’s because I watched it before going to bed. From the TV series when I debuted, I always dreamed of filming when I was dreaming. I dreamed of a sister in a white dress. She touched her head and folded a white rose for him with a tissue.
When he raised his head again, the girl disappeared without a trace. Zhou Ziheng was very anxious.
Suddenly I heard someone calling his name behind him. Turning around, he saw Xia Xiqing.
Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled at himself.
As soon as I approached, the rose withered in an instant. His expression was sad, but there were no tears.
[You don’t like me, do you. ]
With cold sweat, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes. I was the only one left on the bed, and even the projector was turned off. He couldn't keep him asleep, and the fact that Xia Xiqing was not there was not a big blow to him.
He had anticipated it a long time ago, and he had anticipated all extremely bad possibilities.
"I know, I'll pass now." Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, bent his arms on his knees, and hung his head weakly.
"I didn't drink, I was too tired and slept a bit late." Jiang Yinxu talked a lot, and Zhou Ziheng was fascinated. He changed his hand to answer the phone, grabbed his hair with his left hand, and put it on his knee.
He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something on the side of the ring finger close to the palm. Spreading his palms to his eyes, he finally saw clearly.
It was drawn with a black signature pen, a very small rose, quietly growing on the bottom knuckle of the ring finger.
Unconsciously laughed, arousing confusion on the other end of the phone.
"nothing."
Just found a happy trick.
In order to get out of the schedule, Ziheng's work schedule was very full the week before joining the group. There were too many advertising contracts to perform, and there were also magazine invitations. He had to compress time and do everything well before he could concentrate on joining the group.
Unlike Xia Xiqing, the most important thing is time.
In private, I met with the director of Kuncheng, Xia Xiqing finally decided to star in this movie.
The director said a word that reminded him of seeing his debut work at Zhou Ziheng's house a few days ago.
[Everything now is full of uncertainty, but the work is eternal, no matter what kind of art form, I don’t know to other people, but I believe you will understand what I mean. ]
In the past two days, he suddenly found out, even if he made the same mistakes in the end. There is at least such a work that can permanently seal the hesitant relationship between them. Those ambiguities and cross-borders that have been in the past are the sublimation of art in the eyes of others, but in their unspoken eyes, they are all products of affection.
That was enough, he didn't want to be forgotten by Zhou Ziheng. Even mentioning this movie in the future will make him feel disgusted, it is considered an achievement, but it is more in line with Xia Xiqing's passive artistic pursuit.
"Are you doing something tonight?" Xia Xiqing sent a voice message to Zhou Ziheng on the way home, and soon received his reply.
"To attend an event, it is estimated that I will be able to go home in the middle of the night."
Xia Xiqing typed a sentence and got it back. He didn’t say more. He originally thought that if Zhou Ziheng was fine at night, he could go to the art banquet with him, but he suddenly felt that he was too naive. suitable.
What's more, there is no convincing reason to accompany him.
Zhou Ziheng sent another question.
[Ethical pacesetter: Are you doing anything tonight? ]
[Terrorist: I also have an event, and it is estimated that I will come back very late. ]
Xia Xiqing didn't speak too clearly, and Zhou Ziheng didn't ask too much. Assistant Xiao Luo urged him to get in the car, so he had to put away his phone temporarily.
This art dinner was hosted by Mr. Zhong Henan, a very prestigious collector in the industry. The venue was his mansion. Although he borrowed his name, Mr. Zhong is nearly 90 years old, so he actually managed it. His youngest son, Zhong Chi, is preparing and has invited many collectors, as well as many famous painters. Unlike his father, Zhong Chi was a thorough businessman, and the dinner party naturally included the participation of old and new friends in the business world.
If there were no merchants, Xia Xiqing would be willing to go there. It is rare that someone in the country would be willing to hold this kind of art salon, but once the smell of copper was mixed, Xia Xiqing's interest would be much less.
But he has always been a very strong guy. Since he is there, he has to act in a good manner, otherwise he will be his own. Xia Xiqing originally chose a military-green trench coat, but then he thought about it. After all, he was carrying Pulito's reputation, and he should dress more formally, so he found a high-definition gray suit, and rarely tied it. Navy blue tie. The hair is tied in half and it doesn't look so casual.
When driving to the dinner party, the staff at the door of the mansion checked the invitation letter, and Xia Xiqing passed it through the car window, feeling that the security guards were looking at him, probably recognizing him. He now finally understands the suffering of public figures, who will be watched no matter where they go, just like a peacock in a zoo.
The layout of the hall is quite dreamy, with delicate lilies of the valley interspersed in the paintings. The crowd formed one cluster after another. Everyone tasted the famous paintings and expressed their thoughts. To be honest, what Xia Xiqing disliked as a painter was this link. His work was over-interpreted by a group of people, and even he did not know why. The analysis is really very strange.
He was in foreign countries for so many years, and when he was in China, he was not taken out by his parents. Most people at the banquet did not know him. This gave Xia Xiqing ample space. Only some young and beautiful ladies occasionally cheered up. Courage came up and chatted with him.
"You usually like oil painting, right?"
Xia Xiqing smiled at the girl who asked the question, but his eyes drifted towards a young boy separated by two paintings. It was not because he liked him that he would look twice, but because the man kept looking at him and thought he was. not found.
I don't know where the confidence comes from.
"Yes, oil painting." Xia Xiqing loosened his tie, "I'm going to get a glass of wine, and I'll be out of company."
After walking to the rest area, Xia Xiqing took a sip of absinthe, and suddenly heard someone call his name. On his side, he saw a familiar man in a dark red suit.
"Hello, are you Xia Xiqing?" The man graciously stretched out a hand to him, "I'm Wei Min."
Xia Xiqing had always been blind to people, but suddenly remembered it somehow.
This person is the boss of the crew of "Following" the young man I met last time in Yunshuijian.
Before reaching out, Xia Xiqing turned his head and met the young man who had been peeping at him from a distance. He seemed to be taken aback and turned around hurriedly.
What's going on today, all weird people.
I don't know, the man who was scared away by his eyes was lowering his head to reply to the news.
[Zhao Ke: Brother Heng, do you know who I met at the dinner party? ]
[Zhao Ke: Hey, forget it, don't guess, I'll tell you. ]
[Zhao Ke: You CP! ]