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Chapter 78: Love in late summer

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After filming that scene, Xia Xiqing really had a dream.

The mother in the dream was sitting next to him, holding his little soft hand, dipped in paint and painted stroke by stroke on the drawing board. The sun was full of honey like dripping honey, covering everything. , It's shiny and beautiful.

It's all good, no quarrels, no hysterics, and no deadly darkness.

When he woke up, Xia Xiqing found himself lying on the recliner of the crew. The props crew hurriedly arranged, came and went, and moved a lot of things.

He tilted his head and found that Zhou Ziheng was also asleep, with a script covered on his head. Only then did he remember that they had just finished filming a location scene, and it was estimated that they would have to switch. Xia Xiqing sat up, and after looking for a long time, he saw Xiao Luo and Xiao Luo sitting on the pony riding outside the car laughing and laughing. The two were very close. Xia Xiqing just leaned back in the car with her chest and watched quietly.

"Oh, don't squeeze me."

"I'm squeezing you, you always rush on me."

"Who pounced! Obviously you are leaning on me..." Smiled and raised his hand to hit Ronaldinho. Suddenly he found Xia Xiqing, who was leaning next to the car, with a playful smile on his face. The embarrassment of grabbing bags at the scene gave her to her. I stuttered, "XiXiXi..."

"Hee hee hee hee, I haven't kissed yet. You still laughed. Your mother gave you the name. It's really correct." Ronaldinho was about to hit her, but he was evaded by a smile, and he couldn't hold back directly. Falling to the ground, "Hey what are you doing!"

Xiaoxiao stood up, took two steps away, and smiled awkwardly, "Xi Qing, is there anything you want to do with me?"

When Xiao Luo heard it, he quickly got up from the ground, "Xi Qing, um, what..."

Xia Xiqing suffocated a smile, still leaning against the car, deliberately teasing them, "I didn't see anything just now." He also deliberately took out the hearing aid from his ear, "I didn't hear it either."

Xiaoxiao kicked Ronaldinho with his foot, and Ronaldinho laughed again. Xia Xiqing looked very cute in this scene, "It's great to fall in love at public expense."

After saying this, he himself suddenly reacted, isn't he and Zhou Ziheng who are in love at public expense

Fortunately, Ronaldinho didn't complain, Xia Xiqing quickly stopped the topic, "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell Sister Jiang Yin, smile, do I have ice water, I want to drink."

"Yes, do you drink ice-cola?" Seeing Xia Xiqing nodded, smiled and immediately got into the car and took two cans of ice-cola to him.

"I know." Xia Xiqing took the Coke, blinked at her, raised an eyebrow at Ronaldinho, "Go, take your time."

Seeing Xia Xiqing turned and left, Xiao Luo breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little unhappy when he saw Xiaoxiao looking at Xi Qing's direction with a idiotic expression on his face, "What are you looking at!"

"Xi Qing is really good-looking..." With a smile, he was fascinated by the handsome guy.

This is true, Xi Qing is good-looking, but Ronaldinho still refuses to admit defeat, "I still feel handsome and handsome."

He smiled and turned his head, "Of course Ziheng is handsome."

"You sweethearted woman, everyone looks good and everyone is handsome."

"No," said his aunt with a smile, "Two super handsome guys stand together, what's the matter with me, I just want to watch the handsome guys fall in love~"

Xia Xiqing, who was talked about by the young couple but didn't know it, walked back to the recliner alone. Zhou Ziheng was still asleep without knowing it. Xia Xiqing sat down and gently took the script off his head. Zhou Ziheng's brows wrinkled and turned over. Facing him on his side, Xia Xiqing glanced at the crowded set, and his gaze returned to Zhou Ziheng's body.

Somehow, I just wanted to tease him. Xia Xiqing picked up a can of Coke, clasped his fingers on the pull ring, and put it close to Zhou Ziheng's ear.

"laugh-"

It's the cheers that carbon dioxide can't wait to leave the confined space.

The sound of summer.

"Xi Qing?"

I don't know who called him, Zhou Ziheng was awakened by the sound of soda again, and both ends did not pay attention. The Coke in Xia Xiqing's hand was knocked over by Zhou Ziheng's raised hand, and it just spilled from his side of his neck.

"Fuck..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Xia Xiqing hurriedly pulled the tissue, but Zhou Ziheng was already awake, frowning and a little dumbfounded, "What are you doing..." He raised his hand to grab Xia Xiqing's hand and touched it again. His neck was slimy, "What's this?"

"Cola." Xia Xiqing pretended not to know anything, and took a sip of the spilled Coke, "I wanted to drink it for you, who knows it spilled."

Zhou Ziheng got up from the recliner, grabbed Xia Xiqing's wrist and walked towards the corner. After Xia Xiqing spent a long time, he also met Kuncheng on the road.

"Where to go, I'll shoot it after a while."

"Wash your neck."

Being dragged into the RV by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing just watched Xiaoxiao, who was still sitting under the car chasing the drama, and Ronaldinho walked away very acquaintedly, like a lookout, Zhou Ziheng brushed the door of the car at once. , And then put an arm around Xia Xiqing's waist, just like that.

"Hot." Xia Xiqing pushed him. The air conditioner was not turned on in the car. It was indeed stuffy and hot, but Zhou Ziheng didn't let go, so he stumbled back all the way while holding him, and found the remote control of the air conditioner and pressed it. A cold wind suddenly came in, causing the goose bumps on Xia Xiqing's neck to rise.

"You got me all over." Zhou Ziheng lifted his chin slightly. Relying on this bottom-up angle and his expression when he raised his eyes to look at others, he scoured the entire entertainment circle with a clip cut from a certain station.

Obviously he is a child.

Xia Xiqing curled up the corners of her mouth, leaned her hands back and sat on the table behind her, half-opened her long white legs under half of her shorts, enclosing Zhou Ziheng in it.

"You haven't done so much for me."

After speaking, he deliberately hooked Zhou Zhou's exposed ankle from the leg of his jeans with the back of his instep.

The look in those eyes is really endless.

Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple rolled, his whole body pressed up, and his voice became a little lower, "Don't you like it very much."

"Did I say I don't like it?" Xia Xiqing pushed the cola can aside, fixed his eyes on Zhou Ziheng's lips, and then looked up at him. His eyes were full of vague and ambiguous water vapor, and the breath was all mixed together, so he just didn't kiss him directly. Go up.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was about to kiss him forcefully, Xia Xiqing tilted her head slightly, her lips pressed against his side neck, and she stretched out her tongue and licked it lightly. The moment she raised her eyes, her eyelashes were like a piece of cut feathers on Zhou Ziheng's In my heart, "It's so sweet."

Zhou Ziheng's body was hot, and he hugged the waist given by Xiqing with both hands, and hugged him to the table, holding his two wrists and pressing down half of his body. It was all like this. Xia Xiqing still seemed not afraid of death. With his legs crossed, he gently blew into Zhou Ziheng's face.

During this period of time, the two people got along too tenderly, not like his Xia Xiqing style.

"So tolerable?" Xia Xiqing's lips were wrapped around, and he kissed his lower lip carefully, and then bit it with his teeth, holding it lightly and hardly.

Zhou Ziheng's breathing was messed up, as if he was not biting his lips, but the last string in his mind to maintain his sanity. His sturdy chests buckled together, Zhou Ziheng suppressed the restlessness in his heart, calmly said, "There will be a show in a while."

"Did I say what to do?" Xia Xiqing smiled with a crooked mouth, "I don't learn well at a young age, what is in my mind."

What else can be.

"It's all you." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed him, with the tip of his tongue provoking to chase the softness hidden in the hot and humid mouth, but he quickly withdrew, "It's going to be filming."

"What kind of scene is being filmed, it was originally a love at public expense." Xia Xiqing reached out and hugged his neck to prevent him from leaving, and kissed his beautiful face and kissed again. "Don't forget that you are still in the trial period. Good me, I'll kick you out in a hurry to find the next home."

These words immediately ignited Zhou Ziheng, and he ignored Xia Xiqing's head and kissed him.

The cicadas on the plane tree outside the car called out one by one.

The assistant director wandered around outside the RV. There were four or five laps. Back and forth, he asked, "Where are you from the car? Are you in the car?"

"No, I don't know where he went, I'll find it for you."

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Ronaldinho gave a smile to his smile, pushed the assistant director away, and slipped to the side of the RV when there was no one. As soon as he knocked on the door, the door slammed open from the inside. Zhou Ziheng bent down and walked out of it. He hit Xiao Luo head-on, and his ears turned red.

Ronaldinho knew what was going on. Seeing him like this, he immediately coughed twice, "What... Self-hung, the deputy director is looking for you, 80% is about to start shooting."

"Got it." Zhou Ziheng stood by the car door, as if blocking something. Ronaldinho immediately walked away with the excuse, "I'm going to buy some popsicles for everyone, you hurry over."

Seeing Xiao Luo walking away, Zhou Ziheng grabbed the car door with both hands, and got into the car half of his body. Before he could see clearly, a long thing smashed over. Zhou Ziheng was shocked and picked it up.

"You don't have a belt, do you want to wait for the wearer to come back and get it?"

Xia Xiqing's voice also had a sticky nasal tone, which made her tone more lazy. Regardless of the urging, he walked out slowly from inside wearing sports shorts. Seeing Zhou Ziheng stuck in the door like this, he patted Zhou Ziheng's head gently with his hand.

Zhou Ziheng smiled, and kissed him for a while before letting him out.

"The roots of the thighs hurt."

"Knead it for you."

"Go to your uncle."

In the afternoon scene, Gao Kun cut Jiang Tong's hair. When I saw Zhou Ziheng’s lunch break, Xia Xiqing was full of yellow waste. I had long forgotten which scenes were in the afternoon. At this moment, I saw Zhou Ziheng holding scissors and listening to Kuncheng. The spine is softer after this moment.

Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship can't tell him what kind of cut it will be.

Xia Xiqing also walked to the director’s side and discussed with him, "Director Kun, do you think this can be done? Just take a few shots of him cutting my hair, and then ask the barber to cut it for me and cut it into you. As you want, then the camera will be connected again."

Kuncheng nodded slowly, as if to approve his suggestion.

Zhou Ziheng stood at the back of Kuncheng holding the scissors and cut into the air twice.

"But I just want him to cut it for you."

Xia Xiqing was completely gone. This is the only way to start shooting suspiciously.

"This can only be done by one." Director Kun laughed, "With one cut, there is no regret medicine."

Zhou Ziheng grinned, then blinked his left eye at Xia Xiqing.

"If you dare to cut my hair broken, the probation period will end immediately." Xia Xiqing smiled at him without a smile.

"You look so good-looking, shaved heads are all good-looking." Zhou Ziheng smiled and held the scissors. "Don't worry, I won't cut you into a dog-biting hairstyle."

"Being gnawed by dogs all the time."

Xia Xiqing sighed, and could only give up struggling when he died.

"The first time of the first mirror in the 68th scene of "Tracking", action!"

Sitting on the sofa, Gao Kun watched Jiang Tong bending over and mopping the floor, his hair stubble softly attached to his white neck.

"Hey, your hair has grown a lot."

Jiang Tong didn't seem to hear it, and still dragged the floor hard, Gao Kun stretched his legs and stared at the small stool, and stepped in front of Jiang Tong. Then he straightened his waist, raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The eyebrows were slightly raised, as if asking him what's wrong.

"You, hair, it's too long." Gao Kun paused and touched his short hair that looked like a stubble.

Jiang Tong frowned and was about to continue bending over and mopping the floor. Gao Kun stood up and snatched the mop from his hand. "I said your ears are pretty good. I only listen to what I want." He thought Reached out to grab the end of his hair, but the hand stopped in mid-air again.

Seeing Gao Kun's appearance, Jiang Tong lowered his head and bit the inside of his lip, struck a few times with sign language, looked up at him, and strenuously explained, "Outside... a haircut... expensive."

"How expensive it can be." Gao Kun threw the mop to the ground, reached into his trouser pocket, and touched it for a long time without finding out much money. He scratched the back of his head and saw the scissors on the TV cabinet, "Yes. , I'll cut it for you."

Jiang Tong thought he had misheard, and repeated his words in a questioning tone.

"Yes," Gao Kun stepped forward, drove him through the air with his hands, and drove him to the sofa, "Sit down." He went into the bedroom again, uncovering an old bed sheet from somewhere and wrapped it in He touched Jiang Tong's body and tied a knot around his neck.

Jiang Tong grasped the knot to untie it, looked up at Gao Kun, and shook his head desperately.

The lymph nodes around Gao Kun's neck were very swollen, and his voice hurt. He still endured the pain and smiled at Jiang Tong, "Observe. I used to be an apprentice in a barbershop outside, so don't worry if you follow Teacher Tony. "As soon as he said nothing, Gao Kun didn't know where he was going. After tossing for a long time, he shouted in the room again, "Tong Tong, is there a mirror at home."

Tong Tong

Jiang Tong looked like a frightened little rabbit, shaking his shoulders slightly, and quickly lowered his head.

He can't remember how long this name has not been called.

Gao Kun came out of the room and slammed his back, "I want to ask you something, is there a mirror in the house?"

"Ah?... Hmm." Jiang Tong raised his head, quickly lowered, got up from the sofa around a fancy old bed sheet, walked to the bedroom closet, squatted on the floor and searched for a while, from the closet drawer. At the bottom, I found an old mirror the size of a plate, with a red plastic mirror holder on the outside, which was worn out and changed color, but the mirror was wiped very clean.

Gao Kun took the mirror and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, adjusted the angle, and asked casually, "Why do you still have such a girl?"

Jiang Tong lowered his head halfway, and made a sign language.

Gao Kun's sign language is not good enough, but he understood it this time. It is a very basic and simple word.

mother.

It turned out to be a mirror left by his mother.

Gao Kun's eyes darkened a bit, and his throat was panicked. He coughed twice, put on his gloves and happily walked around Jiang Tong's back and combed his soft hair a few times with a comb. "Everyone said. People with soft hair have a good temper, which seems to be true."

Jiang Tong didn't speak, but lowered his head slightly, but Gao Kun's gloved hand held his chin up again, "righted."

The noodles are pretty decent, but Gao Kun just swelled his face to fill the fat man, forgetting that he should wash his hair first and then cut it wet, but they don't have a hair dryer, so they can only use left and right. A lock of hair was clamped between the index finger and the middle finger. Gao Kun looked at Jiang Tong in his glasses. He was so pitiful that he didn't even dare to open his eyes. He gritted his teeth and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't it just a haircut... "

Click and cut it.

Jiang Tong quietly opened his eyes and saw a handful of cut hair dangling in front of his eyes. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, Gao Kun took it away again, as if deliberately teasing him. Kun held his head, "Don't move. Be careful I cut you bald."

At this point, Jiang Tong only had the right to be slaughtered. He simply looked in the mirror, and at first he was timid and reluctant to speak, but slowly, he began to participate in his own haircut career.

"This, this side... Long..."

"I know I know."

"This, this bunch, to..."

"Hey, don't move, ancestor."

Seeing Gao Kun frantically in the mirror, cutting his hair for a while and then pulling away the broken hair for him, Jiang Tong couldn't help laughing, with a small smile on his face. This smile shocked Gao Kun, his hands stopped.

Jiang Tong turned his head to look at him in doubt, Gao Kun then reacted, "Look at what, turn to him."

He picked up the back of his neck carefully with the scissors, trimming the ends of the hair as neatly as he could.

"pass!"

As soon as the director finished speaking, Xia Xiqing immediately raised a hand and called the stylist, "Mr. Aming! Sister Yue! Come and save me!"

The whole crew laughed, and Zhou Ziheng stood by with the scissors, "I think I cut it well, and the length is just right."

Teacher A Ming ran over with a smile, and even specially sold Zhou Ziheng a face, "The cut is OK, much better than I thought." He took his own set of equipment, spread it out on the sofa, and quickly gave it to Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing repaired a model.

This hair is actually not too short. It is similar to the hairstyle that Zhou Ziheng left before starting the machine. Kuncheng also specially explained before that Zhou Ziheng should keep a little bit. Don't cut it too short, which doesn't match the feeling that Jiang Tong gave.

Seeing that his hair returned to the spring in the hands of the stylist, Xia Xiqing's hanging heart sank, "Thank you, thank you."

"Why don't you thank me?" Zhou Ziheng pursed his mouth. "I watched a video of hair cutting in the hotel last night."

"I thank you and your family."

After restarting the camera, I made up the back shots. This is the end of the matter. I have been filming for several days and nights without rest. The night scenes in the evening may be overnight. Kuncheng specially gave them an extra hour to eat. Good Rest and wait for the big night show in the evening.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, and Yang Bo went out to eat together. All three of them wore hats to cover up their poses, fearing that they would shoot spoilers if they encounter paparazzi. After eating, I walked back from a community and passed a basketball court.

Xia Xiqing felt very uncomfortable, so she stretched her hand behind her neck to touch it.

"Xi Qing's short hair is very nice. It's refreshing." Yang Bo thought he was dissatisfied with Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship, so he specially rounded up the field for him. In fact, it is really good-looking. The long hair that reached his neck always felt too delicate, too similar. She's a pretty girl, now she has short haircut, her youth is soaring.

"I'm just not used to it," Xia Xiqing put his hand in his pocket, "but I don't need to tie a pigtail, so it's cool."

Zhou Ziheng was walking beside him, a basketball bounced to the ground in front of them, and then rolled to their feet.

Just as he was about to bend over to pick it up, Xia Xiqing took the lead and put the ball in his hand as soon as he reached for it.

Not far away were two children standing under the basket. They looked like high school students and were still wearing school uniforms. "Brother, help us throw the ball over."

Xia Xiqing pressed the brim of his hat, slapped the ball on the ground two or three times, and walked a few steps toward the court while dribbling the ball.

"Connected."

With heel force, Xia Xiqing was as light as a cheetah, leaning back slightly and throwing the ball into the ball frame far away.

At that moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost see his tight muscles, smooth and beautiful.

With both feet landing, the ball steadily falls into the basket along the parabola.

"Yes, Xiqing, hollow three-pointers." Yangbote gave face, and Xia Xiqing turned his head, took off his hat and squeezed a handful of hair and put it back on, showing a row of beautiful and neat teeth, smiling like a seventeen. An eight-year-old child.

Zhou Ziheng had an illusion inexplicably, as if there was no difference between him and Xia Xiqing in those five years.

In a daze, he seemed to see Xia Xiqing's proud and dazzling youth.

"What are you in a daze?" Xia Xiqing bumped his shoulder, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, "I think of how you looked when you were filming, and I feel very good."

In fact, he was full of fantasies about Xia Xiqing in high school, sitting in a bright and spacious classroom, being lazy or listening attentively.

Run freely in the stadium and sweat in the basketball court.

It was Xia Xiqing that he had missed, and he could only think about it in his heart, after all, time could not be reversed.

By coincidence, Yang Bo answered the call and walked forward alone. Xia Xiqing tugged Zhou Ziheng, "Oh, I still like that kind of cute little angel." Xia Xiqing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's okay, I can act. If you like me to act every day, I will show it to you. It will make you tired of watching it alive."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Forget it, I still like you."

Xia Xiqing raised her eyebrows, "Which?"

He twitched his mouth, and the person clasped his shoulders like a dog.

"Energetic."