"I understand." Song Nian took the contract back and got up from the sofa. When she raised her head again, she returned to the confident smile that an actress should have, "I struggled for a long time before I came here today. . But I don’t regret it either."
When Song Nian left, Zhou Ziheng immediately called Jiang Yin.
"Sister-in-law, help me check Song Nian's team. I want to know which investors they are currently contacting." Thinking of what Song Nian said before, Zhou Ziheng said again, "Also, if there is recent media exposure about Xia Xiqing’s private life Please help me with PR."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing pushed the door in, "Why is Ronaldo standing outside..."
Upon seeing this, Zhou Ziheng hung up the phone.
"When did you buy these for food?" Xia Xiqing sat down, cut a small piece of cake with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. "I'm really hungry."
Zhou Ziheng smiled and sat next to him, without saying anything, silently holding his left hand.
The two rested in the lounge for a while before leaving the TV station. Xia Xiqing's cell phone rang again, he hung up, turned his face and said to Zhou Ziheng, "I have a very important thing to deal with, you should go home first."
Zhou Ziheng nodded, his mind was full of what Song Nian had said before. If he stayed with Xia Xiqing in a state like him, he would definitely find something.
"It just so happens, I have to go to the company too."
The two moved separately. The TV station surrounded a large group of fans, and finally expected the idol to appear, but Zhou Ziheng was the only one.
"Why did Hengheng come down alone?"
"Yes, where's Brother Xi Qing?"
Zhou Ziheng got into the car with a smile, "Your brother Xi Qing left beforehand." The door closed, and he waved inside as a farewell to the fans.
After returning to the company, Zhou Ziheng went straight to Jiang Yin's office. Jiang Yin, who had just finished the conference call, came back from the conference room and saw Zhou Ziheng, and he understood the seriousness of the situation in his heart.
"Since Song Nian said so, she must have heard something." Zhou Ziheng combed her thoughts. "She has no background, and there are not many previous film appointments. It means that at least before this, there was no gold master behind Song Nian. , Or the ability of her funder is not great."
He looked at Jiang Yin, "You have people in many media outlets, but you haven't even heard the news about the popular actor's sexual orientation, but Song Nian knows it."
Jiang Yin crossed her fingers under her chin, "What if she is lying?"
"I thought about this when she said it. On the one hand, she had a sincere expression when she expressed it. On the other hand, he was really unnecessary." Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief, "If she just wants to take advantage of the relationship between me and Xia Xiqing It is possible to defraud me of the opportunity to become a contract couple with me, which can be directly threatened, and this approach is really unsafe. If I sign a contract with her, there will be no follow-up same-sex news exposure, and what she said will be automatically exposed. Few people have done this kind of stupid thing."
"So," Zhou Ziheng said of his conjecture, "I think the only reasonable possibility for Song Nian to report this incident is that the initiator of the riot is the same person who tried to support Song Nian. Song Nian should I accidentally learned the news at dinner or some other time, and then came over to tell me."
Although he knew that his little uncle was smart, Jiang Yin was still a little unexpected this time. He originally thought that when Zhou Ziheng met Xia Xiqing, she would be dazzled by emotions. This has always been a point of her worry, but his careful thinking made Jiang Yin have to admit that he really underestimated Zhou Ziheng.
"I will find someone to investigate this, but if I really do what Song Nian said, there will be movement in these two days, maybe my investigation is too late."
Zhou Ziheng condensed his eyebrows and thought, was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "I have an idea."
"you say."
"Man-made things always have his reasonable motives. If a reporter takes any photos of Xia Xiqing and I, they will release them for profit. Therefore, before the actual disclosure of the photos and videos, they will definitely contact the parties. If the parties are willing to spend By buying these evidences at a high price, their purpose has been achieved. But no one has contacted you now."
"It shows that this incident was not discovered by the media first." Jiang Yin quickly understood Zhou Ziheng's meaning, "If the media really photographed something, we should be contacted as soon as possible, not to other sponsors. Investors, so..."
Zhou Ziheng said confidently, "So there is no media shooting at all, but someone who knows the inside story is making trouble."
The scope was suddenly shortened, and Zhou Ziheng's heart had almost identified the suspect who was making trouble.
"Wei Min, a scumbag, never repents." Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, "I should have killed him in the first place."
"Don't act rashly." Jiang Yin thought about her retreat. "If things are the same as our analysis, the media shouldn't have photographed you and Xia Xiqing's real hammer, so the matter would be easy to handle. I will check Wei now. Did Min have anything to do with Song Nian's team recently?" Jiang Yin started to call one by one after speaking.
When thinking again, Zhou Ziheng hesitated again, if Wei Min was really behind the scenes, how dare he move himself.
In an instant, Song Nian's words surfaced again.
[You are the second son of the Zhou family and no one dares to move you, but have you ever thought about Xia Xiqing? In the entertainment industry, rich is not a big deal, and powerful people have a golden bell. ]
Jiang Yin has been in circles for too many years, and there are too many eyeliners.
"Don't worry, you help me this time, next time you want to find me, I will definitely not shirk it." Seeing my sister-in-law smiled and hung up the phone, the smile on her face instantly switched to a nonchalant. Zhou Ziheng also understood the expression.
"Wei Min really wanted to support Song Nian recently. She didn't lie."
After hearing Jiang Yin's words, Zhou Ziheng stood up directly.
"You are not allowed to go to him now." Jiang Yin shouted sharply, "Since Wei Min dared to mess with you, he must be prepared. The last time you beat him, he definitely has a hatred in his heart for a long time. If now he is there. Reporter, if you excite you again, you will be the headliner at that time."
"I didn't want to find him." Zhou Ziheng turned around, "I want to find Xia Xiqing."
Jiang Yin sighed, "Xia Xiqing is a troublesome thing here. Although he is Xia Yunkai's son, Internet public opinion can't be suppressed by money, and sometimes power can't be suppressed."
Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, thinking about countermeasures.
"I will contact Wei Min on your behalf to see if there are any compromises on his side."
Zhou Ziheng felt sick at the thought of compromising with people like Wei Min. But he didn't want Xia Xiqing to be hurt.
After a long silence, Zhou Ziheng said thank you softly and left Jiang Yin's office.
It was eleven o'clock in the evening when he returned home. Zhou Ziheng rang the doorbell opposite to the door and no one responded. He turned on the phone and discovered that he had received Xia Xiqing's message.
[Xiao Meigui: There is something very important today, and you may be back late, so go to bed first. There will be commercial shooting tomorrow. Good night. ]
On weekdays, Zhou Ziheng doesn't care much about Xia Xiqing's work. Recently, he seems to be busy and is often away from home.
A birthday is about to be celebrated. Zhou Ziheng will be called back to Xishan by his parents as long as his birthday is not on the crew. But this is the first birthday after being with Xia Xiqing. Zhou Ziheng wants to spend it with him anyway.
I fell asleep unconsciously and fell into a deep dream.
In the dream, Xia Xiqing pushed a huge cake and walked towards him.
He put his arms around his neck as usual, smiled stubbornly, and kissed him.
This dream was too real. Zhou Ziheng, who was immersed in the dream, could almost feel the touch of the kiss, long and moist, with the familiar aroma of Xia Xiqing.
"Why do you sleep so deeply..."
Zhou Ziheng frowned and opened his eyes laboriously, and saw Xia Xiqing's beautiful peach eyes.
"Wake up?" Xia Xiqing, who was lying on his body, smiled like a successful little fox, bowed his head and kissed his lips hard, "What dream do you have, so I don't want to wake up."
Zhou Ziheng rubbed his eyes, put his arms around Xia Xiqing's waist, and buried his head between his neck, "Dreaming about you." Xia Xiqing was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and the perfume smell on her body already showed a gentle undertone.
He didn't come back all night.
"Why are you acting like a child?" Xia Xiqing touched the top of Zhou Ziheng's head, then turned over and fell asleep next to Zhou Ziheng, sighing tiredly, "I'm so tired, give me a hug."
Zhou Ziheng took him into his arms and rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair. The two said nothing, each of them put their worries into the warm quilt.
Xia Xiqing's breathing gradually calmed down, and Zhou Ziheng let go of him gently, lying on his side and staring at him quietly, as if staring at his most cherished artwork.
I thought that Wei Min would be moving, and Zhou Ziheng was a little upset during the shooting of the commercial, but what he didn't expect was that he waited all day and there were no waves on the Internet, and he was too calm. Various fan postscripts and videos of previously recorded programs are circulated wildly on the Internet, and with the recent approach of Zhou Ziheng’s birthday, the popularity of self-study CP on the Internet remains high.
After shooting the commercial, Zhou Ziheng returned home and found that Xia Xiqing was still not at home. After making a call, I heard that the other side seemed to be busy.
"Okay, I'll be over right away." Xia Xiqing leaned closer to the microphone, "Self-Heng, I may not be able to go back tonight, so please rest first."
"That… "
Are you coming back tomorrow
Xia Xiqing on the other end of the phone seemed to be very busy, half covering the microphone, "Don't put this here, wait a minute, you guys wait a while."
After all, I still can't ask, I don't want to be as selfish as a child.
"Are you busy." Zhou Ziheng smiled and asked, "Don't be too hard, you must call me if you have anything."
The phone hung up too fast, and even Xia Xiqing on the other end was stunned.
At twelve o'clock in the morning, many of the artist directors who had worked with him sent birthday congratulations on Weibo. Zhou Ziheng was not in the mood to reply, and he covered his head and pretended that he was offline.
Sleepless all night. Early the next morning, Xiao Luo led his father's driver to pick up the people. Zhou Ziheng couldn't shirk, so he got into the car.
"My wife said I made you a large table of dishes," the driver was in good spirits, and he chatted with Zhou Ziheng when he started the car. "The eldest master will be back later."
"Isn't he in America?" Zhou Ziheng looked out the window absent-mindedly.
"The plane landed at three o'clock, and I will pick it up at that time."
Birthdays should have been celebrated with their parents in the family. Zhou Ziheng has always been a filial child, but now he is thinking about Xia Xiqing in his heart, and he really has no mood to celebrate. In any case, I still have to tell him.
After opening WeChat, Xia Xiqing's message column remained silent. Zhou Ziheng thought about the wording and edited a few words.
[I'm going back to my dad today for his birthday, you...]
He deleted one more word, and typed a new line.
[I may have to go back to my dad today, not in the apartment, and may not be back tonight. ]
I wanted to ask a few more words, but my heart was so flustered that even my fingers became sluggish.
"Why is such a big truck?" Ronaldinho lowered the window. "Is someone moving?"
The driver also slammed his horn, which caused Zhou Ziheng to look up too.
"Hey, you can drive quickly, don't block this door." The driver rolled down the window and said a few words towards the other side, and the other side also bowed again and again, "This is going, this is going."
Through the car window, Zhou Ziheng vaguely saw that there were many picture frames in the closed container.
He pulled up the window and saw a man's face faintly on the painting.
The heart suddenly panicked, as if struck by thunder without warning.
Is it possible that Xia Xiqing is moving away? What he has been busy with these days is moving
Knowing that it's not good to think about it like this, Zhou Ziheng just couldn't control himself. After entering the tunnel, the heavy shadow that had been brewing for too long in the narrow corridor suddenly covered Zhou Ziheng's face, it was black and there was no light. He was thinking about a way out for Xia Xiqing and his own affairs every day, but he ignored an important point.
Is Xia Xiqing like him
He took himself too seriously, Xia Xiqing had said that he was just a probationary period. Love during the trial period can be discarded at any time, and only one takes this seriously.
Passing through the tunnel, the lack of sunlight in autumn reappeared, brightening every corner of this narrow space. Zhou Ziheng sent the edited message several times, and the phone automatically turned off when the phone was out of power.
God willing. Zhou Ziheng pressed down the brim of his hat, no one wanted to care.
When he got home, Zhou Ziheng reluctantly pretended to be happy with a smiley face at the dinner table. His mother kept asking him about his filming in other places. Zhou Ziheng was absent-minded and perfunctory, pretending to have something in his heart, and couldn't be happy. Zhou Zijing and Jiang Yin came back for dinner.
Jiang Yin took off his coat and handed it to the servant. After a good deal with his parents, he walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, and said in a low voice, "Xia Xiqing just said that you don't answer his phone, and I will turn it off when I call you."
"I forgot to charge it." Zhou Ziheng only charged the phone at this time. He heard Jiang Yin talking about Xia Xiqing just now, and there was a little resurgent illusion in his heart, "What did he say?"
"Nothing. Just let me tell you and call him back when I have time." Jiang Yin forked a small piece of cantaloupe from the fruit plate of the coffee table and stuffed it into her mouth, took out her mobile phone, and half-downed her head. He said casually, "He seems to be very busy, and he doesn't speak clearly on the phone."
Zhou Ziheng said, waiting for the phone to turn on.
As soon as the screen turned on, before I could call him back, I heard Jiang Yin, who was sitting next to me, saying, "That's awful."
"What's the matter?" Zhou Ziheng turned his face and saw that Jiang Yin had stood up, "Sister Hong, help me take my coat." She lowered her head to Zhou Ziheng and shook her head, "I thought Wei Min hadn't been in the past two days. The movement is giving up, really, really unexpectedly."
Jiang Yin's words awakened Zhou Ziheng, and he immediately logged onto Weibo. The first one on the hot search list is impressively written with one line.
[X online celebrity Xiaoxianrou is suspected of being gay]
Clicking in the first Weibo is a marketing account. The text does not specify a name or surname, but every sentence can correspond to Xia Xiqing.
[@八瓜头条: Now the most popular pair of male male CPs in the entertainment circle-popular fried chicken male actor X became famous overnight "artist" is a household name, traffic is enviable, but according to insiders broke the news, this name X is Xiaoxian Meat itself is homosexual, and there have been many same-sex couples. I don’t know how the other male celebrity who hyped CP with him would feel about this? ]
Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, the joints were all white.
"I will go back to the company right now, and I will take care of this matter," Jiang Yin put on his coat, "Zhou Ziheng, you are not allowed to go anywhere, just wait for me at home."
Xi Hui drove to the new site of the Pulito Art Museum, which was originally a four-storey garden house. Xia Xiqing bought it and designed it personally as Pulito's new venue.
"Why are there so many people?" Although he had predicted the ostentation on the opening day of the art museum, Xi Hui was suspicious looking at the mighty reporters outside the car window and told the driver, "Go down and inquire. what happened."
"Yes."
When the driver left, Xi Hui called Xia Xiqing, but the other party was still on the phone and could not be connected.
It didn’t take long for the driver to return, “Mr. Xi, there are entertainment reporters outside. It seems... It seems because of Young Master Xia’s private life...”
Xi Hui frowned.
"Don't live up to it." He sighed and dialed another person's phone. "Bring a bunch of people over. I'll give you the address."
Xia Xiqing didn't expect that within half an hour of his opening dinner, he was surrounded by a large group of reporters outside. He didn't even know the reason for these reporters, until the assistant showed him the hot discussion on the Internet.
The Weibo that exposed his sexual orientation has now been reposted 20,000.
Seeing that all the guests were talking because of the chaos outside, Xia Xiqing was puzzled, but she also forced a calm and composed attitude. He straightened out his suit and tie, took the microphone in the hands of the emcee, and stood in the main hall on the first floor. Before the collection, he said, "You must be wondering why there are so many reporters outside."
Xia Xiqing’s face wore a gentle gentleman’s smile, “This art museum has been opened here for fifteen years. I personally participated in every detail in the museum, including the selection of guests, so everyone here today, They are all art collectors and collectors in my mind. They are people I respect very much."
"The charm of art comes from tolerant freedom and emotional resonance. I have always been adhering to these two points in my creation. Therefore, here, I would like to explain to you that, like many celebrities in the art world, I am also an LGBT member. member."
Seeing the comments of the guests below, Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow, "I thought that my sexuality would not be criticized at least in the art world, wouldn't it?"
As soon as this statement came out, the scene suddenly fell silent. The big hat was clicked. No one dared to say a word. Even those who read the jokes who had seen the news on the Internet at the beginning were unwilling to put "discrimination" on it. ", "not free" charges.
"Thank you for your understanding and respect. Then please continue to visit the museum. The first, second and third floors are all open, and the fourth floor has not been completed. The staff will lead you all. Please have fun." Xia Xiqing smiled impeccably and said. The sentence enjoy will return the microphone to the staff.
"On the fourth floor is not allowed. If someone makes trouble, please go out immediately." Xia Xiqing ordered a few words and drank a glass of champagne.
The current situation can still be controlled, but if Zhou Ziheng comes, it will be over.
Xia Xiqing took out an invitation card that could not be delivered from the inner pocket of the suit, looked at it, and put it back.
"Call Zhou Ziheng's assistant and ask him to be optimistic about Zhou Ziheng, don't come to me."
In this kind of scene, public relations is a dead end. Xia Xiqing knows that Jiang Yin must be helping her public relations now, but if she only suppresses hot searches and related news, it will only backfire.
The sky gradually darkened, and a sound suddenly came from outside. Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, looked down. A group of people in bodyguard uniforms drove away the reporter outside the door. From a distance, he saw Xi Hui's car.
The originally planned opening was so disturbed by the muddy waters, Xia Xiqing was full of resentment, and the anger did not pass away like a tide. When the tide ebbed, a huge sense of disappointment enveloped him.
As the night approached, the guests left one after another, and even the staff left after get off work. Xia Xiqing just sat in the doorway on the fourth floor, smoking one cigarette after another.
He didn't worry about his sexual orientation being exposed at all. According to his previous style, these things would be exposed sooner or later, but he didn't want to involve Zhou Ziheng, let alone expose it on this day.
He smoked a pack of cigarettes cleanly on him, and Xia Xiqing lowered his head and glanced at his watch.
Ten points to twelve.
He has never been as lost as he is now.
Step by step down the stairs, Xia Xiqing finally understands the feeling of loving someone. It's not the endless sweetness when surrounded by love, but when you find that everything you have done for him has become futile, that moment of melancholy.
The empty art gallery is full of collections, which are extremely valuable and precious, but in his eyes they are nothing but lifeless objects stacked in this magnificent building.
He turned around and closed the door, preparing to end the day where his stupidity and obsession were, right when the curtain came to an end, but a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Xi Qing."
Xia Xiqing turned around incredulously and saw a man who had just got out of the taxi, panting, wearing all his hats and masks, covering himself tightly.
"Ziheng? You, why are you here." With a lingering fear, he dragged Zhou Ziheng into the art museum. Zhou Ziheng took off his mask, smiled, and panted and explained, "I, I have been kept at home by my brother, just now Looking for an opportunity to sneak out over the wall, I went back to the apartment. You and you weren’t there. I saw this place on the news, so I wanted to give it a try to see if you were here or not.”
Looking at the thin sweat on his forehead, Xia Xiqing suddenly seemed to have lost her speech ability, unable to speak a word. He glanced back at the antique clock hanging in the hall.
The pointer has not yet rotated to the end.
Fortunately, there is still time.
Grasping Zhou Ziheng's wrist, Xia Xiqing dragged him all the way up to the fourth floor and opened the door to the fourth floor. Zhou Ziheng was puzzled, but he still noticed the cigarette butts on the ground.
"Why are you pulling me up for?"
Xia Xiqing opened the door on the fourth floor.
"happy Birthday."
The moment the door was fully opened, Zhou Ziheng was stunned. The entire floor exhibited countless paintings, large and small, either watercolors or oil paintings. The only similarity is the person in the painting.
Each picture is its own.
"I painted this for you. There are ninety-nine pictures in total. From when you were young to now, you are fortunately a child star, otherwise I really can't record what you have always been like."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help thinking that on the night that he took him to the shooting range, Xia Xiqing pointed to the gun on his chest and his jokes for a while.
[Buy all the paintings Xia Xiqing drew for me, and bring them to my funeral. ]
Xia Xiqing walked forward alone, stopping in front of an exhibit taller than him, covered with a layer of black silk, and delicate light was glowing under the bright crystal lamp.
"This is also made for you." Xia Xiqing raised his hand and gently tore off the silk.
In front of him, an extremely white plaster sculpture appeared. It was a tall man with a face facing forward, as if looking at something, a smile appeared on the three-dimensional facial features, as beautiful as an ancient Greek classical sculpture.
He held a rose in his hand, gentle and full of strength.
"Happy birthday." Xia Xiqing walked towards him, "I'm sorry, I messed up your birthday." He finally walked to Zhou Ziheng, and took out a dark blue invitation card from his suit pocket with the seal on it. Poke is a rose.
"I stayed up for several nights. I was thinking of inviting you today and handing this to you personally. I didn't expect you to be away, and... these things happened again." Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly." Happy birthday. My surprise is so bad."
It turns out that he has not forgotten his birthday.
"I deliberately chose to open today. My mother named this art gallery after me. I, I want him to be reborn on your birthday."
At the last second of October 20th, he got the gift he wanted most.
Zhou Ziheng opened the late invitation card in a daze, and a handwritten letter fell out of it.
[I give you the core of myself that I tried to preserve-the core of not making sentences, not trading with dreams, not being touched by time, joy, and adversity.
I give you the memory of a yellow rose that you saw in the evening, many years before you were born.
I give you an interpretation of your life, your own theories, your real and amazing existence.
I give you my loneliness, my darkness, and the hunger of my heart.
I try to impress you with confusion, danger, and failure. ]
The author has something to say: The verse in the handwritten letter is from Borges "What Can I Use to Keep You"