On the noon plane, Zhou Ziheng originally thought of returning to the apartment early to pick up Xia Xiqing and go to the airport with him, but Jiang Yin could see this thought thoroughly, so he was not allowed to go.
"Now that public opinion has just subsided, you can avoid suspicion if you can."
Zhou Ziheng's face was suddenly pulled down.
To avoid any suspicion, he wished everyone in the world knew that he was close to Xia Xiqing, wishing that anyone who saw Xia Xiqing would think of him first. In the final analysis, Zhou Ziheng was reluctant to be scolded by Xia Xiqing, so he could only reluctantly agree to separate actions.
Xia Xiqing didn't sign the company, but he couldn't live without an assistant. Jiang Yin called and transferred an experienced male assistant from the company, but Zhou Ziheng disagreed, so he had to change to a girl.
"Do you know where Xi Qing lives now? I smiled at the address, and she will pick up Xi Qing in a while."
Hearing his sister-in-law asked this, Zhou Ziheng almost blurted out, but he suddenly thought that if he said it, it would not mean telling his sister-in-law that he and Xia Xiqing lived in the right place. Although this was just a coincidence, it was too easy to cause bad associations. NS.
His current mood is completely deceiving.
"Um... Let Xia Xiqing go to the airport by himself. It is easy to be followed when the car leaves your company. Pick him up at that time, in case the reporter scribbles that you signed him or something."
Jiang Yinbai glanced at him, "I am worrying about him day by day. What is the difference between signing him? He still can't make money for me."
Zhou Ziheng praised his sister-in-law all the way, and Jiang Yin was concerned about the possibility that Zhou Ziheng said. He changed the previous decision and let Xiaoxiao set off directly to the Capital Airport. The group of people finally met at the airport. Zhou Ziheng's car was stuck on the road for a while and became the last one to arrive. When I walked to the waiting area, I saw a large group of girls around, shouting one by one to Brother Xi Qing, which was so sweet.
I wanted to get closer, but the sharp-eyed fans immediately exposed Zhou Ziheng's whereabouts.
"Hengheng, your clothes look good today, and your gray sweater looks good!"
"Hengheng is so handsome!"
"Zhou Ziheng, you are too A today!"
Zhou Ziheng nodded again and again, very sorry to reject the gifts from the fans, and walked to the center of another whirlpool with difficulty. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on a chair surrounded by a group of girls, heard the movement and took off the headphones. He wore a rare casual outfit. He wears black short-sleeved, high-waisted dark gray overalls and a light gray baseball cap. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's face in the crowd, his always gentle face finally showed a sly smile.
"Oh, I just found out that Xi Qing and Zi Heng dress well today."
"Yeah, they are all black and gray, couples wear!"
Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised. He took a look at his outfit. The gray sweater, black sweatpants, and black baseball cap were worn backwards. They were all pulled from home and put on before leaving. He didn't expect to actually match Xia Xiqing one by one. .
What a coincidence, this is what other people think of it
Thinking about it this way, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was dressed handsomely today, how comfortable he looked.
When he was about to board the plane, there were so many fans that he could not walk, fearing that Xia Xiqing would fall, Zhou Ziheng stood behind him and supported his shoulders with both hands. Only then did he discover how well this slim black T-shirt shows his waist and looks beautiful. Come on, it's tickling to see.
"Ziheng, can you open this time?" a fan asked in the crowd.
"Opening?" Zhou Ziheng looked inexplicably, "What kind of opening?"
A group of fans laughed, "playing a romantic movie!"
Almost choked by these little girls, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and coughed a few times. Xia Xiqing felt the hands holding on to his shoulders tightened, he smiled lightly, and explained to the girls around him, "This time it's not a romance either."
There was a burst of regret among the fans.
"The feelings of those two people are quite complicated. My understanding of the script exceeds friendship." Xia Xiqing turned his face to look back at Zhou Ziheng, "What do you think."
Those beautiful eyes suddenly ran into the line of sight, Zhou Ziheng was slightly startled and hesitated for a second.
"Ah, yes, I think too."
No, it's more than friendship.
It's love.
Zhou Ziheng's heart repeatedly affirmed his judgment.
The flight time is not long, but this time with Zhou Ziheng is the director of Kuncheng, and Xia Xiqing is the one before the director of Kuncheng. He is still the same as he gets on the plane and sleeps with his eyes closed. Dao Kun had something to say to Zhou Ziheng, and he took this opportunity to share with Zhou Ziheng some of his insights and understanding of the play during the period of polishing the script.
But Zhou Ziheng's heart fell on the person diagonally in front of him, and his eyes glanced over from time to time, and they quickly stuck to the back of Xia Xiqing's slender white neck.
"The final version of the script is actually very graphic. Editor Xu is very good. It saved me a lot of effort in the shooting." Director Kun opened the photo album on the computer. "We took the filming team to go there in advance last week. Come, you see this was taken by us."
Zhou Ziheng gave a hum, and turned his gaze from Xia Xiqing's back in the gap in the seat to Kun Dao's computer. The photo shows two rows of buildings that are too high for the camera to shoot. The windows are small and there are illegal constructions everywhere. There is only a distance of about one and a half meters between the buildings, forming an alley lacking light. The picture is divided into two from Zhong's house. Below are the gloomy muddy roads and the emerald-green painted walls, and the upper half is inaccessible by the sky.
Kuncheng observed the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, "Does it feel that way all at once?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded in hindsight, "Yes... That's right."
It was this road. Gao Kun, who was desperate on this road, followed the bewildered Jiang Tong and pushed him to the wall at once. The emerald green paint surface exuded a deep luster in the dim light.
"This is the view of Wuhan?" Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it. He had been to this city many times before because of his itinerary. It was prosperous and prosperous, which was completely different from the picture.
"Yes." Kuncheng nodded. "When Xu Bian created this script, he decided on the filming location. I heard that Xu Bian is from Wuhan. Maybe he is familiar with it. He said that this is an urban village in Wuhan. This kind of scene is almost extinct, it's rare."
Xu Bian is from Wuhan. So is Xia Xiqing.
Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and saw that Xia Xiqing's sleeping head was about to turn to the middle, and he clicked slightly and then straightened back. It was a little cute.
When he returned to his hometown to film, would he think of any bad memories? He was faintly worried, but he thought of what Xu Qichen had said before.
Xia Xiqing can't escape for a lifetime, he has to face his past.
When the plane landed, Zhou Ziheng immediately felt the power of the old “fire stove” city in early summer. It was only in mid-May, and there was already an open-air sauna here. Within two steps, he felt that his sweater sleeves were about to reach his arms. The skin sticks together. The humid and sultry weather in the south really made him, a real northerner, not used to it.
Xia Xiqing had no effect. He had already adapted to the climate of his hometown in his bones. It was just that he could not sleep peacefully along the way and his neck was a little uncomfortable. He turned his head to try to relieve the symptoms, listening to Zhou Ziheng and Dao Kun talking and laughing. Walking behind made his bad mood worse because of not sleeping well.
Unexpectedly, in the next second, a warm and dry palm pressed against the back of his neck, squeezing his neck with great care. Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng's face still facing Director Kun, but his hand was gently pressing on his neck.
Zhou Ziheng said loudly, "Director Kun, shall we go to the hotel or the shooting location first? What about the others?"
Kuncheng smiled and waved his hand, "We haven't started it yet." His eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xi Qing, we rented a house in Huaan in order to let you enter the role earlier. Where Tong lives, won’t you have a time to live together? Let’s live there with Ziheng for a few days, run in and find feelings." His smile was a little sorry, "The conditions may be difficult. , You need to adapt."
"It's okay." Xia Xiqing smiled and patted Zhou Ziheng's hand still hanging on his neck. "I can endure hardship very much."
As soon as they left the airport, the coach arranged by Kunming picked them up. The driver's master was a local eldest brother, who spoke to Xia Xiqing, a kind Hamp, who was enthusiastic and able to talk. Xiao Luo and Xiaoxiao took their luggage and went to the hotel first.
Kuncheng was sitting in the co-pilot. The last time he came to Han, he was already very familiar with this elder brother. The two talked and laughed and talked. The driver's eldest brother glanced at the rearview mirror and looked at Zhou Ziheng with a smile, "I recognize this handsome guy, a big star, and my daughter likes you very much. Oh, by the way, my name is Yang Fei, you can call me Lao Yang."
"Call you Fei brother." Zhou Ziheng smiled friendly.
Brother Fei looked at Xia Xiqing next to Zhou Ziheng again, "This handsome guy is quite white, he doesn't look like a northerner."
Xia Xiqing curled up the corners of her mouth and slightly raised the brim of her hat, "I am from Wuhan."
This was the first time Zhou Ziheng heard Xia Xiqing speak a dialect.
Unlike many southerners, he always speaks standard Mandarin, even with a little northern accent, which makes it difficult for people to distinguish the place of birth from the pronunciation.
When he speaks his hometown dialect, his voice is very low. When he said this sentence, the "Chinese" character was inadvertently prolonged. It was much more vivid than Mandarin, and it sounded cool and cute in Zhou Ziheng.
"Oh! You are a local, no wonder." The eldest brother also spoke the Wuhan dialect, "I mean you look quite like our Wuhan girl."
Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng and found that he had been staring at him, and smiled and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand what Fei said?"
Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Um... I said you look good."
what. Xia Xiqing laughed, "I don't know how to pretend to understand." He deliberately shrank on the back of the seat, and the brim of his hat cast a shadow on the lower eyelid.
While talking and laughing, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look out of the car windows. The towering office buildings, the blue fences waiting to be constructed, the overpass under the light rail, the familiar street scene is covered by the sunshade film on the car windows with a gray filter. It's like a black and white silent film that has been watched many times.
Every time I read it, I feel familiar, but I can see many different places.
Zhou Ziheng also shrank down like him, but there was nowhere to stretch his long legs, so he had to pretend to inadvertently stretch out to Xia Xiqing's feet, and insert his right foot between Xia Xiqing's feet. He didn't want to disturb Xia Xiqing by talking, so he sat silently beside him.
After the car drove for a while, the scenery suddenly changed. There are still a lot of buildings here, but it looks like the 80s. The old architectural design and the pink-orange walls that are about to peel off reveal the sense of age all the time. One of the most conspicuous buildings was hung with a sign saying "Friendship Department Store" in ancient fonts. The surrounding buildings are all large and small, but there are also some fresh shops such as chain convenience stores.
"It's close to the riverside and it can't be demolished." Xia Xiqing suddenly said, "So many old buildings have been preserved. In fact, this area used to be very prosperous."
"It can be seen." Xia Xiqing took the initiative to speak to him, and Zhou Ziheng was very happy.
It didn't take long for their car to get on the Yangtze River Bridge, and the view around them opened up for an instant. The shimmering river surface was floating with broken gold sprinkled by the setting sun. Several ferries drifted slowly, occasionally making long whistle sounds. Looking far away at the red clouds that burned the sky, like a fire burning on the Yangtze River.
Although it is a water scene, it is completely different from the Jiangnan water town. It is a big river and lake, full of hot and unrestrained rivers and lakes.
This point contrasts very well with Xia Xiqing, it looks like gentle water, only when it really flows in will it touch his fresh and unruly soul.
"It's so beautiful." Zhou Ziheng sighed sincerely. He remembered a famous poem, "Mu Ai Shen Shen Chu Tian Kuo."
Hearing this poem, Xia Xiqing smiled lightly, "It's really hard for you as a science student."
Kuncheng and Fei were still chatting, Xia Xiqing asked halfway, "Director, where is the specific location?"
"Hua Anli."
"Hua'anli?" Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, but quickly recovered calm, "It's hard for you to find that place."
Kuncheng laughed, "This is not what Xu Bian said, he said he came back specially when he was writing the script."
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Xia Xiqing looked out the window, "In fact, almost no local people in Wuhan have been to Hua'anli. Basically, there are foreigners."
"Yeah..." Director Kun turned his head to look at Xia Xiqing, "I heard that Xiqing, you and Xu Bian are classmates? So you have known each other for many years."
"Well, in a class in our high school, he was very good at that time. He participated in composition competitions all day and wrote good articles." When talking about high school, Xia Xiqing had a gentle look on his face, "but he was at that time Especially introverted, not talking to anyone."
As soon as he spoke, his wrist was grabbed. Xia Xiqing turned his head in surprise and found that Zhou Ziheng had blocked their hands with a backpack. He wanted to break free, but Zhou Ziheng was caught to death by Zhou Ziheng. Fingers came in, forcing Xia Xiqing to clasp his fingers.
During Xia Xiqing, he lip-synched and asked him what he was doing. Zhou Ziheng just laughed and didn't talk, just grabbed his hand firmly.
He likes Xia Xiqing's true tenderness, but he doesn't like that tenderness because of himself.
"Xu Bian doesn't like to talk now, but his personality is very gentle, he is very talkative and has a good temper."
"Ah? Hmm... He is like that." Xia Xiqing was absent-minded even to reply when he was afraid that the matter of holding hands would be smashed by Dao Kun.
The perpetrator Zhou Ziheng was happy, and squeezed his hand specially, "What about you?"
"Me?" Xia Xiqing turned his face suspiciously, "What's wrong with me."
"Is your high school like now?"
I don't know why, Xia Xiqing vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng's words were a little bit regretful. It seems a pity that I missed something important.
Zhou Ziheng's eyes were sincere and timid, Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes and replied perfunctorily, "... almost."
"There should be a lot of people chasing after Xiqing in high school." The director of Kunming joked about him. "It's so good-looking, it must not be the school grass level."
"It's Sa, there aren't many classes as good-looking as Xi Qing, right." Fei Ge also followed.
Which pot is really not open and which pot.
Xia Xiqing felt that her hands were tighter, and wanted to turn her face to stare at him. Who knew that Zhou Ziheng was preemptive, raised his eyebrows at him, and leaned closer to Xia Xiqing’s face with a smile, "Yes, it looks so beautiful." ."
His tone of yin and yang was too obvious.
"What then?" Xia Xiqing's eyebrows also raised.
Zhou Ziheng's gaze looked vaguely on the face under the brim of the hat, the two clenched hands that were covered, the palms of the touching palms were hot
"I'm just curious, was there a lot of people who queued to chase you, or did you chase a lot of people?" Zhou Ziheng's voice was low and he inadvertently revealed too many secret codes.
Xia Xiqing smiled silently. The fingers embedded between his fingers lightly touched the back of Zhou Ziheng's hand, and then gently and slowly rubbed the raised veins on the back of his hand with his fingertips, rubbing against the flesh, like It is a cigarette butt that will not be extinguished, and every piece of skin that has been rubbed burns.
Xia Xiqing answered his question, but the answer was not what he asked.
"It's hard for me to chase."
He deliberately lowered his voice, but couldn't suppress the jokes and frivolousness. He opened his mouth like a piece of burnt feathers, fluttering to Zhou Ziheng's heart, scorching people's blood.
With a click of Zhou Ziheng's thumb, he casually scratched the side of Xia Xiqing's index finger.
"I guess so."