After crossing the river and traveling through the prosperous city, the scenery is getting more and more skewed. Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing with his toe, "Is it almost there?"
"I don't know." Xia Xiqing didn't distinguish carefully.
Zhou Ziheng felt that he had been perfunctory, "Aren't you from Wuhan?"
"There are not many people from Wuhan who have visited the whole Wuhan." Xia Xiqing said this sentence without thinking at first, and at the end, he faintly expressed a little sigh. Zhou Ziheng discovered this, but Fei, who was sitting in front of him, did not notice, and he happily took over the conversation, "Yes, old Wuhan people like me run around every day, and they don’t necessarily go everywhere."
Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at him, that small nose mole can always catch Zhou Ziheng's attention all at once, "You know the three towns of Wuhan."
Seeing Zhou Ziheng nodding, Xia Xiqing continued, "In fact, it is said that there are three towns, rather than three cities. Each area is very large, not to mention all of them. My family lives in Hankou, and I often went to Wuhan University to sketch in high school. I took the bus for nearly two hours, and I could sleep one back in the car.” When he talked about memories, his expression would always soften. “However, the driver here drives very hard and it is basically impossible to fall asleep. "
Looking at Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng always thought that if he could hold him, he could just hug Xia Xiqing and listen to him telling stories all night.
"You two have time, and there is still a week left to leave the machine." Kuncheng laughed, "Xi Qing, take your self-hanging around in Wuhan, let him integrate into the role as soon as possible, and get in the smoke."
Xia Xiqing said, the hand held by Zhou Ziheng was a little sore. He touched with his wrist and made a look at Zhou Ziheng's frown. Zhou Ziheng soon felt sorry, thinking that he hurt him, so he quickly released it. Hold hands firmly. Xia Xiqing didn't take his hand back either, just gently placed it on the seat cushion, and Zhou Ziheng also gently covered Xia Xiqing's hand.
Several people said this in the car, and it didn't take long to arrive at the shooting location. This is the most famous urban village in Wuhan and the least "Wuhan" place in the entire city. The road began to become crowded, and there were chaotic stalls and pedestrians who couldn't avoid it. Fortunately, Fei Ge had good driving skills and kept driving the car into the culvert in Hua'anli.
The culvert is actually a passage into the Hua'anli community, sandwiched by the emerald green walls on both sides, and a covered roof in the middle. Just such a narrow corridor with a width of five meters has the function of allowing 100,000 community residents to travel every day.
Brother Fei held the steering wheel and slammed the horn toward the gray-faced van in front of him, "It was good luck today, I didn't bump into the car coming out from there, otherwise it would be blocked at both ends and no one would move."
The van in front finally moved away and drove forward slowly like an elderly man, so that they could only travel slowly, finally entering the culvert, the light suddenly dimmed, Zhou Ziheng shook it subconsciously. Tightening Xia Xiqing's hand, she looked towards him, but Xia Xiqing only looked out the window of the car with her cheek.
Fortunately, he didn't take out his hand, which made Zhou Ziheng quite pleased.
In fact, the culvert was not completely dark at all, it was just a little darker, and the passage was not long, and it was quickly opened. It seemed that because it had just rained and the ground was muddy, an old lady was walking next to the culvert carrying two large bags of daily necessities. She was splashed with mud on wheels. She cursed a few words in Wuhan dialect, which is not authentic. Continue to walk out next to the culvert.
Zhou Ziheng doesn't hate this chaotic and noisy market. As an actor, he actually likes this place. It is full of people of all kinds. Everyone is an unfolded storybook, using their bodies and expressions. Interpreting a strange plot.
Drive to a place where the car can't get in. The four of them got out of the car, Phine quickly brought them to the door, and took them to the house where Kun Dao entrusted him to rent. Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing walked behind, both of them had their hats pressed very low. They rubbed their shoulders and shoulders in the sticky air from time to time, and then moved a short distance with their steps.
After walking down a muddy path, the four of them came to a densely packed building area. The houses here were built so high that people could not help but think of the cubicles in Hong Kong, but they were not exactly the same. The high floors here were obviously added later. Yes, the walls of the lower floors have long been smeared with a thick dark color by cooking oil, but the upper part is an ocean-blue tin container, glowing with a purplish lustre in the dying setting sun.
"The conditions here are really pretty bad." Fei Ge lighted a cigarette and took a sip. The smoke he spit out seemed to be stuck by moisture, and couldn't spread out beautifully. "This seat is small. There are so many people, the ground cannot be built, but the sky is built, and the house gets higher and higher."
Zhou Ziheng was about to look up, and he felt a hand pressing the back of his head. When he walked over and looked back, he realized that there was a loose wire hanging in the place just now. Xia Xi had put his hand back early in the morning and inserted it. The trouser pocket of overalls.
"You nodded your head a little." Xia Xiqing's voice was very clear in the hot and humid air, "I don't know what I grew up eating, so high."
When Fei heard it, he followed up and asked, "In other words, how did you grow up so long since Heng?"
"Long?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with an inexplicable expression. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and laughed, then raised the brim of his hat a little bit to look over it, "Wuhan dialect does not say that people grow tall, especially to children, for example, I am your uncle." Xia Xiqing raised his hand and touched Zhou Ziheng. The brim of his hat said in the accent of an adult who learned from Wuhan dialect, "Hengheng, it has only been six months since I saw you grow again."
After speaking, his tone immediately changed back, and even took away the dialect, "Understand?"
Zhou Ziheng raised his mouth, and he shouldn't like Xia Xiqing's Wuhan dialect too much.
"Xi Qing's Wuhan dialect is quite interesting." Fei Ge smiled and complimented the director Kun in front of him, and director Kun was also satisfied, "Why don't I say Xu Bian is great, even the actor's dialect is saved for me." At that time, Xi Qing, you will use Mandarin with Wuhan accent to perform."
"I'm not a hearing impaired person." The road ahead was really muddy, even with Xia Xiqing's casual temperament, there was really no way he could do it, so he had to talk while bending down to roll up the trouser legs of the gray overalls, revealing white ankles. . Zhou Ziheng's footsteps also stopped, his gaze wandered down, and he stayed on the slightly convex ankle for a second, then turned up again, until he reached the rolled up trouser legs and the skin hidden inside.
He couldn't help but think of the scene where Xia Xiqing's ankle was resting on his shoulder that night. At that time, his eyes seemed to have been soaked in the hot flashes of the city.
"Oh! Oh, yes, yes, Jiang Tong has a little difficulty in hearing and speaking." Without noticing Xia Xiqing behind, the awakened director Kun patted his forehead, "I forgot all about it. Then you train and train yourself."
Fei Ge continued, "He is acting as a foreigner, right?"
"It is to train into an unauthentic Wuhan accent, hahaha."
The two laughed together. Xia Xiqing, who was walking behind, felt hot, took off his hat, grabbed his hair, and slapped it twice. He was about to buckle his hat back on his head, but Zhou Ziheng suddenly grabbed himself and moved towards him, whispering. Throw a word in the ear.
"I think I am quite long."
Xia Xiqing frowned and raised her eyes. Her hair was soaked in sweat, and it curled around her white face. The longer one could extend to the jaw line, and even the expression that he was about to blame became seductive.
Zhou Ziheng leaned close to his ear, brushing his slightly protruding ear bones with his lips intentionally or unintentionally while speaking, his voice was very low.
"You can get to the innermost point."
The gangsters are playing tricks. Xia Xiqing was on fire, so she couldn't have an episode, wouldn't it be the same as the little girl who was molested? He took a deep breath, and felt that Feng Shui's words were not wrong at all. He grew up as a hooligan, and now he has been molested by a guy five years younger than himself!
After managing his facial expressions, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Zhou Ziheng. He raised his eyebrows clearly because he wanted to be ruthless. He spoke word by word, "Length is not important, experience is the most important."
But in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, it was completely seduce.
He nodded and swept Xia Xiqing's shoulders. Kuncheng just turned around and felt happy to see the two people being so affectionate. After all, to play together for such a long time, the actors must reach a certain degree of friendship, otherwise he, the director, would have a headache.
"Experience needs to be accumulated." Watching Kun Dao turn around, Zhou Ziheng's leftover light returned to Xia Xiqing's body. He lowered his voice. He was obviously submissive, but he said aggressively, "Brother teach me."
His ears were so hot that Xia Xiqing pushed him away, and said a word in his mouth, "Hot." His words seemed to have an accent that people in Wuhan like to drag, like a habitual anger, and was sensitive to Zhou Ziheng. The ear distinguishes it. The tone of a single hot word turned and turned, and it was about to turn into his heart.
Even if he was pushed aside, Zhou Ziheng felt happy. The narrow building floated from the narrow building with the sweet aroma of ribs and lotus root soup that had been simmered in unknown households. At the moment when the sky was about to go out, he smiled and walked behind Xia Xiqing. Feel the beauty of the fireworks in the world once.
Anything is good, everywhere is good, as long as Xia Xiqing is by his side.
When I walked to a unit building, the stairs inside were dark and narrow. As soon as Xia Xiqing walked two steps, Zhou Ziheng took his hand up. He originally wanted to break free, but he was too lazy to break free. Just let him hold it. Anyway, the light was so light. It was dark, and the two people walking in the front could not see clearly.
On the fourth floor, passing through a dark corridor with a door at the top, Fei took a key from his trouser pocket and used the screen saver of his mobile phone to open the lock with great effort.
"This is the room." Fei Ge stepped in first, "Look at it, it's pretty small anyway."
In fact, it is much better than Xia Xiqing imagined. He originally thought it would be a very dirty and old house. In fact, it was only a little smaller. It was a narrow one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Four people stood in and looked a little bit twisted. Don't open your body. They walked around the house, Xia Xiqing also roughly understood the room type. As soon as the door came in, it was a small living room. Passing through a small passage was the bedroom. On the right side of the passage were the kitchen and the bathroom. Both are only enough for one person's range of activities.
The only light source in the whole house comes from a small window in the bedroom. Below the window is a row of small succulents, green and green.
As soon as he entered the room, the sultry feeling was like a layer of plastic wrap, transparent but airtight, covering Zhou Ziheng tightly. He picked up the collar of his clothes and flickered and fanned it several times.
"It's almost like this. Actually, the original homeowner still loves cleanliness. He is a young migrant worker." Director Kun laughed. "The man is very sincere. I said to give him more money, because he might have to re-decorate. He lives and lives. No, we still gave it more. The kid was so happy that he kept telling me thank you."
Xia Xiqing tried to match this small house with Jiang Tong's residence in the script. This feeling was very strange, as if she was deliberately squeezing into a safe small mold and turning herself into another person. There was a small dusty fan on the coffee table in the living room. He sat on the sofa facing it and pressed the switch. The fan creaked, and the wind was not strong, so it was better than none.
Zhou Ziheng’s gaze stuck to Xia Xiqing’s body, watching the heat lift his forehead, watching him stretch his neck to welcome the wind, his sweaty hair stuck to the corner of his mouth, and he opened it with his hands, but he But there is no time to take care of the broken hair sticking to the slender back of the neck.
This scene gave Zhou Ziheng a sensuality full of smoke.
"Oh by the way, I have a meeting with the crew and we will go outside to take night scenes together. Should you two stay here or go back to the hotel?"
Before Xia Xiqing could answer, Zhou Ziheng made a decision without authorization, "Stay, I want to find a feel for the script." As he said three steps and two steps, he walked to the sofa and sat down, grabbing Xia Xiqing's shoulders. "Xi Qing, come with me. When I'm done, I will call Ronaldinho to pick us up and go back to the hotel."
After hearing this, Fei pushed the key into his hand, "Then give this to you, my wife just sent me a text message, urging me to pick up the child from the remedial class."
"It's okay, Brother Fei, go, and my assistant will come over in a while." Zhou Ziheng's hand nodded on Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "Besides, there is still a local here."
In this way, Kuncheng and Fei were persuaded by Zhou Ziheng. They went downstairs together. The sound of footsteps gradually became inaudible. Zhou Ziheng closed the rusty iron door. Just about to turn around, they were pushed to the door by Xia Xiqing. .
"What are you thinking?" Xia Xiqing threw the hat in his hand back and threw it on the gray-green fabric sofa behind him. His palm is very hot, and the soldering iron penetrates his chest straight to his heart.
Finally no taboo, Zhou Ziheng looked down at his lean waist which was wrapped in a slim coat, and hugged him. The distance was suddenly compressed, and the sultry air between the two people seemed to be exhausted, separated from each other. The damp fabric is close to the flesh.
"Make your mind."
Xia Xi bowed his head, put his arm around his hand and opened it, "Dreaming." After saying that, he walked to the bathroom on his own, with a sticky echo when the voice came, "I take a shower, my body is too sticky. Yes. You call Ronaldinho now and ask him to buy something to eat on the way here. I'm very hungry."
After speaking, he reached out to lock the bathroom door, only to find that the patina covered with pegs couldn't move at all, and he couldn't lock it after several attempts.
A well-knotted hand grabbed the door frame. Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and smiled a little bit scornfully at Zi Heng last week.
"I'm hungry too."
After speaking, he squeezed in, and the cramped bathroom was suddenly full. The shower switch was turned on as soon as Xia Xiqing came in, and the water poured down, adding to the humidity in this small space.
Sticky humidity is a hotbed of desire.
"There are no two people standing here." Xia Xiyi grabbed the hem of his clothes, pulled it up, and took off the clothes that completely stuck to his body.
Zhou Ziheng took another step closer, almost sticking to his body, "A little closer, you can always stand down."
Raising his head, Xia Xiqing's mouths that were reddened by the heat wave opened slightly. The expressions on his face looked like a smile but a smile, and his words seemed to blame, "Why are you so annoying."
After he said this, Zhou Ziheng snatched the black T-shirt he had taken off from his hand and threw it out of the bathroom, pushing his chest step by step to force him to the largest shower, the heat falling from the head. The water drenched everything, including Zhou Ziheng's always low voice.
"It's better than you. It's hard to chase and deal with."