Zhou Ziheng stood still, his fingers held the small handwritten letter on the other side, his head hung down, his deep eyes were covered by the black brim and his mind was blindfolded, and he was silent for a long time.
Xia Xiqing didn't know what was wrong, his heart was very restless, and a certain emotion between panic and shame was rising, unlike him, both of these emotions were very bad for Xia Xiqing.
"That..." Xia Xiqing's lips moved, and the self-esteem that had been entrenched in this body for too many years made him reach out and snatch the letter from Zhou Ziheng's hand. "This is a section I copied, and I like this song... "
The words spoken by the forceful spirit ended in the kiss that Zhou Ziheng stepped forward. His hand held Xia Xiqing's cheek, but Xia Xiqing felt that what he was holding was his dying heart. A soft kiss is a good medicine to bring him back to life from the great loss.
Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand to hug Zhou Ziheng's back, and the two bodies were close to each other, with their chests against their chests and their hearts against their hearts.
When he wrote those words by himself, he felt like a sacrificer.
For Zhou Ziheng's handful of dazzling stars, he gave his all. His timidity, his chronic illnesses, the dark side of his body, his eager desires.
On the top floor of this gorgeous and secret art gallery, a hundred works dedicated to one person surround them. The world outside the door used this outstanding young artist as a source of conversation, and caused ups and downs in the city, but he didn't care. Even if the perfect plan was disrupted, his muse still came.
Completion in regret is more complete.
Zhou Ziheng gently stroked the nape of Xia Xiqing's neck, kissed and kissed the top of his head, his mood was extremely complicated, from the initial panic and restlessness, to the loss that he thought was forgotten, to anger, to worry. I finally met outside the gate of the art museum. I was surprised and moved on the top floor.
All the inexplicable emotions, at this moment, have turned into a crazy love for the person in his arms.
"Do you like these gifts?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, with warm spring water flowing in his eyes.
"I like it." Zhou Ziheng kissed the tip of his nose, "I like these, I like you more."
The straight words of love burned in my heart, and my ears burned.
Xia Xiqing turned his back to him and took him by the hand to lead him to the sculpture. Zhou Ziheng was surprised. The feeling was indescribable. He saw himself turn into a snow-white work of art and watched it almost smoothly. The real lines, the deep and three-dimensional facial bones like mountains, only a little, Zhou Ziheng always feels unlike himself.
"It's too gentle." Zhou Ziheng stood at a distance of half a meter, facing his little artist, smiling a little embarrassedly, "Don't you think, how can I be so..."
"Who said that." Xia Xiqing walked towards him and looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, his voice soft and soft like a spring breeze.
"You don't know how tender you are to me."
Gentleness that can't be reproduced with mud and love.
After talking about Xia Xiqing, she turned around again, "Did you not find the posture of this sculpture very familiar?"
Zhou Ziheng's emotions have not yet been removed, and his few true feelings have just revealed his knowing blow. The whole person is a little bit drunk. He stretched out his arms and hugged the thin waist wrapped under the exquisite suit from behind, with his chin resting on him. He tilted his head and stared at the sculpture.
It is not a standing posture, but sitting, with the upper body exposed, full of muscles and clear lines, from the waist to the thighs covered with a soft cloth. The softness of the cloth can be almost fake, and the texture and semi-fluid state are all real to the limit. , As if you can tear it off by grabbing a corner with your hand. It tilted its head slightly and looked forward to it. It held a well-opened rose with its right hand. The rose petals were soft and delicate, and the light and shadow were soft and light. It looked like a moonlight sneaking in from the oblique front. Bright.
There is a golden nameplate under the countertop with the word Thief engraved on it.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt familiar, "Yes... When I was detained, the day you stole my house?"
Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side and kissed him like a reward, smiling very sweetly, "Yes."
He couldn't forget the little prince who saw the red rose in the moonlight when he looked back when he was parting. The picture frozen in his pupils has not been dissipated in the heart of this failed Romeo for a long time, so he has to use his hands and talent to permanently leave the moonlight of that night.
Interpret Zhou Ziheng in the form that best interprets the essence of Xia Xiqing.
"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng rubbed the side of Xia Xiqing's face lightly with the side of his face. Xia Xiqing turned his face, and there was a childish smile on that pure and beautiful face, "No thanks."
"I should thank you." The next second he turned back, his voice was very low and soft.
"You are my Renaissance."
Zhou Ziheng didn't hear these words clearly, and hugged him to ask aside, but Xia Xiqing refused to say it anymore. His heartbeat was so fast that he thought he was probably crazy, and he could say that.
No matter how much he entangled, Xia Xiqing would not say any more, but instead broke free of his arms and walked to the sculpture, pretending to observe the work, and stretched out his hand to stroke the sculpture's cheek. Somehow, this action suddenly made Zhou Ziheng feel threatened. He stepped forward and dragged Xia Xiqing back to him, "Don't touch it."
Xia Xiqing was inexplicable, "What are you doing?"
"You touch me, I am standing here alive." He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and pressed it to his face. Seeing Zhou Ziheng like this, Xia Xiqing was angry and funny, "You are really getting more and more prosperous, and the jealousy of a sculpture is going to be eaten."
Being jealous, Zhou Ziheng didn’t bother to argue, "Yes, I’m jealous." His brows wrinkled, and he suddenly thought of something, and whispered, "Who knows if you would treat this sculpture as your Galate. Ya."
Xia Xiqing was stunned. If you are jealous, be jealous. This guy actually quoted an allusion from Greek mythology.
He stretched out his hand and pulled at Zhou Ziheng's face, "Why are you so powerful? Can this be the same thing? Pygmalion sculpted a sculpture and fell in love with his own sculpture. He has no prototype. I have you. what."
Although the tone was not very gentle, the last few words fell into Zhou Ziheng's heart like stars, and the whole chest was illuminated. He hugged Xia Xiqing all at once, kissed him and kissed him on the cheek, so happy that he forgot to be jealous all at once.
"Hey, let me go, naive."
"Don't let go, you are mine."
"If you don't let it go, if you don't let it go, I will lock this up and never show it to you again. I won't give it to you anymore."
"You scare me and don't let it go. These are all mine, and you are mine."
The two people stayed in this small art gallery for a long time. They saw all the paintings Xia Xiqing painted for him one by one. Many of them were painted by Xia Xiqing when they had never met before. here. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but feel a little guilty. When he saw the truck passing by the apartment before, he thought it was Xia Xiqing who was going to leave quietly.
It turned out to be all the paintings transferred here.
At three o'clock in the morning, Xia Xiqing, who had been leaning in Zhou Ziheng's arms for a long time, was finally awake from his sweetness. He tried his best to escape the turbulent fact, but it did happen, and the impact was unpredictable. Xia Xiqing is nothing more than an entertainment industry with the heart to play tickets. This is not his job at all. After all, he wants to return to his real career, but Zhou Ziheng is different from him. His profession is an actor, his ideals and ambitions. It's all done through performances.
But the art circle is different from the entertainment circle. He doesn't want Zhou Ziheng to be drawn into the abyss of public opinion by himself.
"You should go." Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes. "You shouldn't come either."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to hear him say something like this, "I should come, I should come better than anyone else."
"Yes." Xia Xiqing raised his head and sighed again, "I mean, I must be stared at by many people now. You should stay away from me during this time."
"It's okay. Even if we are in the north and south, there will be people who suspect our relationship. It doesn't matter." Zhou Ziheng smiled, "The reporter will take the photo. If you don't want to make it public now, I will deal with it. I It’s been so long since I debuted, and no reporter dared to post photos of me on the Internet unless they didn’t want to mix up."
Xia Xiqing felt a little relieved. Now is a good time to leave the art museum. He led Zhou Ziheng to the back garden of the art museum and opened a locked wooden door. The two quietly left and sat on Xia Xiqing parked outside the back door. vehicle.
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Xia Xiqing’s mind kept spinning. Her sexual orientation is not a secret, especially in the Italian social circle. But it was so suddenly exposed in China that he had to come out publicly, but it was really good. He was caught off guard. After thinking about it, there are too many suspicious points. The timing alone is surprisingly coincidental. "It's weird. I'll let you break the news. If you just choose to break the news on your birthday, it's like revenge on purpose."
"It's revenge deliberately." Zhou Ziheng licked the corner of his dry mouth impatiently, "It's Wei Min's ghost."
Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. He thought he had offended some other person. He didn't expect it to be that scammer. "Wei Min? Is he too fate?" He untied his tie with one hand and put it on his wrist. He should directly let him cut off his children and grandchildren."
"Probably because of revenge."
Xia Xiqing suddenly understood Wei Min's intentions. Wei Min knew that his wealth still dared to do this, but because he really liked men and was really with Zhou Ziheng, he wanted to stir up public opinion and cause him to be criticized.
But he still didn't know enough about Xia Xiqing.
"Does he really think this can get me revenge?"
Xia Xiqing never cared about public opinion, he never lived on the evaluation of others.
"Since he broke the news about your sexual orientation, the next step, if I'm not mistaken, should be to make a fuss about your previous private life." Zhou Ziheng calmly analyzed and appeased Xia Xiqing, "My sister-in-law said she would deal with it, and she would be able to PR."
"Public relations are useful, but not the most useful." Xia Xiqing tapped his finger on the steering wheel, with a casual smile on his face as he spoke, "If you like to play this set, then see who is ruined first."
By the next day, the hot discussion about Xia Xiqing's sexual orientation on Weibo still remained in the headlines.
Jiang Yin contacted some Weibo bloggers and posted some blog posts, some of them made articles about homosexuality, pretending to be homophobic. As soon as these articles were published, they immediately aroused the resentment and criticism of some netizens, and naturally sympathized with Xia Xiqing.
[@Skysc□□r: The remarks of some big Vs on Weibo are really stinking. Although I am not a homosexual, I can't stand it anymore. What does it matter to you that people like men and women? Died early in the morning! ]
[@小天使爱美丽: I thought that the times have progressed, and the public opinion about homosexuality can be more tolerant, but I didn't expect it to be the case. It's really chilling. ]
[@你喜欢去哪: I am a boy, and I like boys too. I have really felt the malice in this society these days. ]
However, there are also many netizens who used online violence to attack Xia Xiqing’s sexual orientation. A large part of it was Zhou Ziheng’s poisonous Wei, who used Xia Xiqing’s sexual orientation to write short essays, discussing various crimes of Xia Xiqing’s upside-down posting, blood-sucking, and arrogance. , And even went online, rising to the point of sexual harassment in the workplace, which really caused Jiang Yin a headache.
After all, at this time, even if Xia Xiqing has nothing to do with Zhou Ziheng, the best thing fans should do is to keep the wheat alone and put aside themselves instead of causing trouble. However, there are always some fans in the fan circle who can't figure out how to carry them, and they want to kill their idols when they are torn.
[@只爱周自珩: Mr. Xia is a homosexual. He has repeatedly entered the entertainment circle and cooperated with him in the name of Zhou Ziheng. ]
[@吃瓜小精灵: To say something that shouldn't be said, although I am not a fan of Zhou Ziheng, I feel very sick to compare my heart to my heart. If my idol is forced to fry CP with a gay guy, I would be mad. ]
[@User23345290: Is it the only one who saw Xia Xiqing and didn't like him at first sight? It looks so gay. What's the point of being good-looking? ]
As soon as these remarks came out, they were immediately bombarded by netizens and fans who supported him, and neither side gave in.
Fortunately, the rice circle is a small area after all, and poisonous people are also in the minority, after all, they can't make waves.
Taking advantage of the fact that public opinion on the Internet began to favor discussions on sexual orientation, Jiang Yin immediately arranged a new writer to speak from another standpoint, such as [Is homosexuality really the original sin? ], [I have the right to choose to come out or deep, and I have the right to refuse to be out! ], [Unrelated to sexual orientation, related to freedom] articles frequently appeared on the Internet. Among them, many well-known same-sex bloggers spontaneously wrote and published, which quickly set off an upsurge in the issue of sexuality among netizens. The issue of Xia Xiqing being released from the closet was raised to the category of freedom. , Accurately poked the weakness and demands of many netizens.
[@透的心: I think the source of this incident lies in the whistleblower. Others like men and women are the private affair of others, and they haven’t done anything to harm the world. Doesn’t this infringe on the privacy of others? ]
[@棉糖很甜: The world is no longer worth it, and can't even have the freedom to like anyone? ]
Xia Xiqing didn't listen to Jiang Yin's words. His Weibo was always online, always watching the trend of public opinion on the Internet, waiting for the most suitable time.
According to Wei Min’s mind, the next plan must be to expose his private life. Although Xia Xiqing’s previous private life was messy, it was by no means promiscuous. There were only a large number of people who had pursued them, but only one at a time. Never trust anyone, so I have never left any photos or images. Wei Min wanted to mess with him from this point, nothing more than writing some gossip articles, and the chance of finding a real hammer was very low.
His phone rang suddenly, it was Zhao Ke.
"Hello." Xia Xiqing's tone was too calm.
Zhao Ke hesitated on the phone, "Are you...are you okay?"
"Very good. Very good." Xia Xiqing flipped through the workbench, found a lollipop, tore the candy paper and put it in his mouth, "Is there anything wrong?"
"I know about Wei Min. A friend of mine was at the same table with him in a big game. At that time, someone mentioned about his hospitalization. Others didn't know the inside story, but according to my friend, Wei Min almost didn't fall. His face was ugly at the table. On the way back, he kept cursing, saying that he must kill anyone, so that he would have a taste of shame." Zhao Ke paused, "I know now that he wants to fix you. But he seems to be ready to expose your private life and expose you to cyber violence."
"Heh." Xia Xiqing snorted coldly. "He treats me as paper, so just relying on these irrelevant people to talk a few words can make me lose my head?"
"My Xia Xiqing's neck was so stiff that I never lowered my head since I was born."
Zhao Ke sighed. He felt that it was not easy to have a small relationship with himself. There are so many troublesome things. "Wei Min is a rascal and shameless. My friend said that he started talking about bed matters at the dinner. Those bedmates who didn't give him face at all were terrible, and it is said that they still..."
Hearing Zhao Ke hesitating, Xia Xiqing asked, "What?"
Zhao Ke and Zhou Ziheng are the same people, good children from families in the system, and they all have a throat when they talk about it. "My friend said that he was still on the wine table with his mobile phone and showed them the video he recorded. She is a third-line female star. "He sighed, his tone was full of contempt, and he was a little worried about Xia Xiqing, "If Ziheng didn't arrive in time at the beginning, maybe you too..."
Xia Xiqing snapped the sugar ball in his mouth abruptly, with a crisp voice.
"I see."
After hanging up Zhao Ke's phone, Xia Xiqing sat in front of her workbench, sitting quietly until the candy pieces in her mouth melted away.
What Zhao Ke said before had an impact in his heart and echoed repeatedly. Something flashed in his mind, Xia Xiqing suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and took out his mobile phone to make a call.
"Hey?"
The voice of the other party did not deliberately harm friends as usual, but was mixed with some concerns, "Hey, are you okay?"
"Come on, don't you know who I am?" He laughed, and straight to the point.
"Xia Zhixu, help me do something."
The author has something to say: Two love talkers~
Note: Galatea about Heng Heng.
According to Greek mythology, Pygmalion was the king and sculptor of Cyprus. He was disgusted with secular women since he was a child, and he dreamed of a beautiful woman. After that, he carried out an ivory carving. Originally, he wanted to carve a handsome male image, but in the end, he carve a wonderful woman, who is the dreamer that makes him dream. He fell in love with her hopelessly and named her Galatea.
Aphrodite, the god of love, was moved by his deep and sincere love and gave Galatea life.
Self-study girls, please rest assured, Xia Xiqing will not give up because of public opinion, after all, he said in high school [It’s up to you who you like. Lao Tzu likes a dog, and that's my thing with that dog! 】People who talk like this hhh