Zhou Ziheng dyed his hair back to black after he was finished, and the filming days came to an end. He went back to the Xishan Villa to spend a few days with his parents at home, and took advantage of the September school season to return to P University to continue school.
Zhao Ke was very excited when he saw that Zhou Ziheng had returned to school, and thought he was dazzled.
"Hey, did you cut your hair short? It's so handsome." He bumped Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and winked, "How about it?"
Zhou Ziheng took the notebook out of his bag and turned on the machine. He put on his glasses, his tone was not good, and he didn't even look at Zhao Ke.
"Why are you punching me!?" Zhao Ke grabbed Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "You, you, you two collapsed? I can't help it, I finally got a CP! You can't make me yellow!"
Zhou Ziheng opened his paws, turned his head and gave him a kind smile, "Thanks to you, it's almost yellow."
"I can't." Zhao Ke wanted to say that the professor came in. He shut his mouth very carefully. He posted a long list of questions on WeChat and asked all the details. Zhou Ziheng just didn't receive it. Listen to class and study seriously.
After a large class in the morning, Zhao Ke’s bones were scattered. He took Ziheng to the cafeteria last week for dinner. After a long time, the girls with big P thought they had hallucinations. They all surrounded Zhou Ziheng. Quickly, the entry of [Zhou Ziheng back to P big class] was quickly topped by the hot search. He was upset on the hot search, Zhou Ziheng sent a WeChat to his sister-in-law and asked her to send the hot search.
"Go back to the dormitory at night?" Zhao Ke bought a cup of coffee from the coffee machine on the teaching floor and handed it to Zhou Ziheng. He took it and took a sip, with the brim of his hat low. "No, I'll go back to the apartment today."
"Oh, people who don't know thought you were Tibetans in your apartment." Zhao Ke is purely nonsense. Who knows that Zhou Ziheng drank coffee contentedly without refuting, Zhao Ke then reacted, "Fuck? Really Tibetans." NS?"
Zhou Ziheng coughed, and gave Zhao Ke the coffee cup who had finished drinking, and called Xiao Luo to pick him up.
Zhao Ke quickly sent Ruan Xiao a message as if he had gotten some big gossip today.
[Zhao Ke: Self-study and living together! ]
After the filming of the self-play, in addition to the previously scheduled commercials, there was also a return to "Escape from the Sky". Zhou Ziheng did not take any other jobs. He went back and forth between school and home every day, and two months passed quickly.
The weather is gradually getting colder, and autumn in Beijing is extremely long, giving people the illusion that winter is about to enter, but there is still a day short of breath, and can't wait for the moment when winter really arrives.
After tossing in the evening to the middle of the night, Xia Xiqing felt badly lacking. I slept in a daze early in the morning. I felt my arms loosen when I was holding my arms. I was half-awake and held my face in my hands and kissed a few times. He was too clingy and raised his hand to cover his face with the back of his hand. , Xia Xiqing stretched out her arms to hug his waist again, her voice was a little dumb when she opened her mouth.
"Where to go early in the morning..."
"There is a class in the morning, solid physics, Zhao Ke said that this teacher wants to call someone." Hearing Xia Xiqing's vague question, Zhou Ziheng felt warm, but he had no choice but to go to class, so he had to grab the bedside shirt and put it on his body, one by one. With the button, he buckled to the end of the hand that grabbed Xia Xiqing and kissed him, "Hey, you sleep a little longer."
Xia Xiqing let go of her arms and lay down, hearing Zhou Ziheng's sweater coat, raised her hand to cover her face, "God... I can't imagine that I would actually engage a college student... or the kind of name that I want to call in class in the morning."
Seeing him with his arms exposed and bare, Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he covered him tightly with the quilt, and then he leaned down and kissed Xia Xiqing's face twice, "Are college students okay? It's not a popular year recently." Do you? Go to school, study hard and go home and cook for you. Where can you find such a good college student?" Zhou Ziheng bit his ear shamelessly, "The key is not bad."
"You don't want to watch the same humanities star." Xia Xiqing turned his back, hugged a large quilt and closed his eyes.
The quilt is full of Zhou Ziheng's refreshing and clean taste, like clouds surging in the autumn wind, gently engulfing its rootless fallen leaves.
"Oh, by the way, my sister-in-law told me yesterday that in order to promote the movie, we might have some variety shows. Let me ask if you would like it."
Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and was a little closer to falling asleep. He could only answer half-dumbledly, "Okay..." scratching Zhou Ziheng's heart like a cat, causing him to walk to the bedside, low. He kissed his side face with his head. When he was half awake, Xia Xiqing was the softest and most defenseless period. Every time he kissed, he could hear his humming softly, and the sticky sound from his nose, like resistance. , And it looks like a grotesque.
It is difficult for Zhou Ziheng to control himself not to indulge in his rare obedientness.
Absolute and strong possessiveness, in the cool early morning, it will always automatically and consciously turn into a pool of autumn waves, immersing the lover's soft and docile body.
When she woke up again, she didn't know what time, Xia Xiqing reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, got up to wash and clean up, casually ate some snacks and snacks bought by Zhou Ziheng, and went into her studio. Since returning from filming, the two have changed houses to sleep every day, sometimes at Xia Xiqing’s house, and sometimes at Zhou Ziheng’s house, but most of the time Xia Xiqing is the demon and wants to use his family’s swimming pool to soak in the hot springs.
However, Zhou Ziheng has never been in this studio. Usually when Zhou Ziheng comes back to Xia Xiqing, he will leave work to accompany him. He has never asked about Xia Xiqing's artistic creation.
Wearing a dirt-resistant brown denim jacket, Xia Xiqing put on welding goggles, and began to frame the small clay drafts and line drafts he made before. He hasn't made such plaster sculptures for a long time. At that time, he often helped his instructor to make it, but Zhengerba was the first sculpture created by him independently.
In order to make sculptures, he put away all the paintings in the studio last month. This room is actually the largest room in the entire apartment except the living room, but it is now also filled with steel bars and sculpture clay. The sparks from the welding of steel bars were shining brightly on Xia Xiqing's goggles.
As soon as the big frame was welded, Xia Xiqing was exhausted, sitting on the steel bar and resting against the wall. When I was doing sculptures in the Academy of Fine Arts, I often asked some white models to make a reference for them, in terms of height, body shape, and posture, so as to ensure that they are not distorted.
But this time, Xia Xiqing could only follow his own heart.
A message came from the phone, Xia Xiqing put down a sip of water and brought the phone over.
[Jiang Yin: Recently, "Tracking" is going to be promoted, so I have to trouble you to cooperate. ]
Saying the same tone as the police uncle, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh, and returned with an ok emoticon. Taking advantage of the rest time, he boarded Weibo. I don’t know how long it has been since the last time I was online. Xia Xiqing’s Weibo messages are on the page. Stuck, he waited for a while before he could check it normally.
Habitually click into the comments first, the screen full of [Brother Xi Qing misses you! Ask for a selfie! ] The news was like little red hearts bursting through the screen, spraying directly onto Xia Xiqing’s face.
Let's post a selfie.
Xia Xiqing turned on the front camera and found that he was still wearing protective goggles. He looked from left to right and thought the glasses were pretty good-looking, so he directly pressed the shutter.
Just like that, Xia Xiqing posted a hasty selfie of herself wearing welding goggles on Weibo to express her comfort.
After a while, this self-portrait was madly reposted by fans.
[My sweetheart is a little painter: Ah, ah, the fresh brother Xi Qing! ]
[Talented Xia Xiqing: What kind of sunglasses Xi Qing's brother wears is so cool! Anti-counterfeit moles are super cute! ]
[Self-study girl Chong Duck: These glasses have a sense of science and technology, they look like scientists~~ BTW Xi Qing, is this a temporary shot? Really fresh selfie. ]
Has this been discovered? Xia Xiqing couldn't understand, where is this self-study girl, it is clearly a microscope girl.
[Self-study for the New Year: Ah, really! There is a clock behind Xi Qing, it's really on sale now! ]
That's it. Xia Xiqing glanced back at his workbench. It was okay, there was nothing indescribable.
He refreshed the homepage again, just in time to see Zhou Ziheng reposting the official blog of Tracking, clicked it in, and it was the material that was announced and two stills from the filming period.
The first one is Gao Kun's faintly psychedelic side face in the lingering smoke, the wanton flowing gray and white smoke, the verdant mountains outside the tunnel, and his short dark red hair. It is clearly colorful, but the composition is harmonious. The angle of view reveals a subtle sense of desolation.
The second picture is a dark alley in the middle of the night. A pale moon hangs high, covering the layers of bleak and gray light on the intertwined illegal electric wires and the chaotic buildings that are constantly expanding upwards. The personal figures walked one after the other, and Jiang Tong who was meeting with him showed a trace of panic and fear on his face. The man at the back had already lost his face by the darkness, and the sashimi on his arm was faintly visible. A fire in the dark.
The two pictures did not fully show the complete shape of the male number one and the male number two, and even the face is blurred, but the unique realistic and bleak style is unique, and the self-study CP fan has accumulated enthusiasm for too long, not long , This publicity material has been forwarded over 100,000 and commented on 30,000.
As the absolute male number one, Zhou Ziheng only added one sentence when forwarding it.
[@周自珩: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink and have tattoos, I know I am a good boy. ]
Puff, who wrote this copy
The next second Xia Qing felt that this was probably written by Zhou Ziheng himself, but he wrote this way, isn't he afraid of breaking his own Alpha character set in the entertainment industry
He also retweeted one after Zhou Ziheng, which seemed to be a playful but in fact flirting.
[@Tsing_Summer: Why does a good boy follow others? @周自珩: Although I dye my hair, smoke and drink, I have tattoos, but I know I am a good boy. ]
Soon the reposts of the two of them were topped by fans. The self-study girl saw the two interact after many days and was as happy as the Chinese New Year.
[Self-study girl Chong Duck: Sisters are sugary! ! ! Come on! ]
[You do self-study, we are good friends: what else can be because of? Because he likes you! ]
As soon as this comment appeared, it was topped the hottest number one, and the same sentence was scribbled all over the floor.
Because he likes you.
Can't tell why, Xia Xiqing's mouth raised, and he was in a good mood. Even the unfinished steel frame is pleasing to the eye, and I don't think I will fail before it gets muddy.
When you fall in love, it really gives people the illusion that the whole world is beautiful, especially when you fall in love surreptitiously. Hormones surge up and dopamine causes trouble.
Many main creators successively reposted the official blog of "Following", and even Yang Bo, who had not much drama, reposted it, but Xia Xiqing noticed that Song Nian was not among them. In the previous filming, the partners who cooperated with each other added Weibo to each other. Xia Xiqing clicked in from his watch list and found that Song Nian had just posted a Weibo selfie.
[@Actorsong Nian: I believe that there is a reward for giving, and I must be grateful every day. [Love] [Hug]]
Below is a photo of her sleeping on the couch of another crew, with a script full of notes on her body.
These are nothing more than some spiritual chicken soup, to consolidate their hard work and dedicated personality. But Xia Xiqing always feels wrong. Everyone has participated in the promotion of the new film. Compared to the filmmakers who have greeted him, Song Nian did not repost it alone, and he also posted a photo of himself in another crew during the promotion. .
This is kind of rhythmic.
But Song Nian had a problem at this time. Isn't she afraid that Kuncheng will cut all her scenes before the release
What does she picture? She was not like Zhou Ziheng who had such a good family background, and her resources were not top-notch among Xiaohua. If the film is cut out, it would be a waste of filming.
This point Xia Xiqing felt that it didn't make sense, and could only be attributed to him thinking too much. After all, he was born with conspiracy theories.
He returned to his Weibo homepage and found that he had received a reply from a follower. He clicked in and took a look. It was Zhou Ziheng's message under the self-portrait that he had just taken.
[@周自珩: Wife no longer draws, has she changed her job as an electrician? ]
Xia Xiqing took off the goggles all at once. How does he know that he is doing electric welding? But soon, his attention shifted from electric welding to another place.
Why did he call himself his wife again!
Before, I didn't know what his wife meant, so he called after the fans. Now he knows it and calls deliberately. It's purely taking advantage. Xia Xiqing was irritated by him at first, and the comments below were almost like chicken blood. Someone who didn't know thought he stabbed which groundhog's nest.
[Self-study makes me happy: ah ah madam! Call my wife, I'm going to faint! ]
[I love self-study: Oh yo idol personally came to Mrs. Painter's Weibo to urge his wife to post more selfies and draw more pictures for him hahaha. -On the convenience of dating with painted hands. ]
[Self-study is the world's first sweetie: Ah, Zhou Ziheng, you know too well! The wife screamed so smoothly that I had to wonder how they called each other in private. ]
Seeing this, Xia Xiqing's mind suddenly saw the picture of Zhou Ziheng calling herself Xiqing's brother, and she couldn't help but choke.
[The first Alpha in the universe: By the way, isn't Ziheng's birthday coming soon, isn't my wife ready to celebrate? Did you paint last year? ]
[Self-study, sister: Why not! My wife gave herself as a gift this year, hahaha]
[My Sipi must get married: Ahhhhhhh! I have kept my wife’s birthday greeting picture last year as my Weibo background, and I look forward to Mrs. Xi Qing’s birthday greeting this year! ]
Now that he saw these comments, Zhou Ziheng must have seen it too.
Xia Xiqing decided to lock the door of this studio well in the future.
I quit Weibo and took a look at the phone calendar. It was already October 6th, two weeks before Zhou Ziheng's birthday. He suddenly remembered something and searched for Zhou Ziheng's constellation.
Speaking of which, these things are the most disgusting and unsatisfied behaviors of Xia Xiqing before. Recording the birthdays of the people he likes, secretly preparing gifts for him, searching for descriptions of his horoscopes, silly and stupid, only when he was in his first love in his teens. This is something that only children can do, but at this time, Xia Xi puts these inherent ideas behind early in the morning, and the constellation website is full of joy.
No one can escape the temptation of love.
"Elegant personality, approachable, expert in love..." Xia Xiqing read the words on the screen unconsciously, but the more he looked at it, the more dissimilar he felt. He simply cut a picture and sent it to Zhou Ziheng.
[Little Rose: You are not like a Libra man at all. ]
Zhou Ziheng was studying in the library, and he clicked on WeChat to find out what constellation analysis Xia Xiqing sent him. The last time he saw it was in elementary school, he was used to being told that he was not like a Libra man. He even responded specially when he was in sixth grade. The family asked her mother if she had remembered his birthday by mistake.
I was almost beaten by my mother.
[Moral pacesetter: Constellation is not allowed. ]
Soon Zhou Ziheng sent another one.
[Moral pacesetter: What is your zodiac sign? ]
[Little Rose: Sagittarius. ]
[Moral pacesetter:... Okay, I slapped my face. ]
[Moral pacesetter: The constellation is true. ]
Since learning about the constellation of the lovers, Zhou Ziheng sat in the library and never read a word again. He held his mobile phone and scanned the constellation analysis all night, especially after seeing the matching index of Sagittarius and Libra. , I just want to pack my bags and go home.
[Moral pacesetter: Our constellation pairing is 90 points, a natural pair! ]
Fool. Xia Xiqing put down the phone, carefully adjusted the shelf and then began to mix the sculpture clay, but Zhou Ziheng smiled and said that he was a natural pair, and the two crescent eyes were lingering.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked this rough and simple semi-finished product, his face showed a softer smile than Ginkgo outside the window.
How can an artist not love his muse
If so, it's just that they haven't met yet.