99 Extraordinary Five: Live Dog Food Distribution
The day when the box office was tracked to break through one billion, it happened to be the night when he escaped from the live broadcast of Werewolf Town. With the wonderful performance in the Werewolf Killing and the confession video of the Beijing roadshow, Xia Xiqing's Weibo exploded again.
It was 9 am when I woke up, and Zhou Ziheng was not at home. Xia Xiqing rubbed his eyes and checked the bedside class schedule. Today is Friday, and there is a big class at 8 am Zhou Ziheng. I swiped on Weibo while lying on the bed, and the screens were full of fans asking for live broadcasts.
No way, in order to fulfill the promise, Xia Xiqing decided to give everyone a try. After washing, he came out of Zhou Ziheng's house, locked the door, returned to his home, changed into a stain-resistant army green sweater, and sat on the chair in the studio yawning.
After a while, Xia Xiqing turned out the camera that was used to shoot the scenery before, put it on the table with a tripod, adjusted the angle, pointed it at the drawing board next to the worktable, and connected it to the Weibo live broadcast platform.
After making all preparations, he poured himself a cup of American style on the workbench, and turned on the camera.
Those fans who are madly leaving messages on Weibo are like a large group of noisy little groundhogs, squeezed outside the door and knocked on the door, but the door suddenly opened, and all the little groundhogs were stunned. , Look at me, I look at you, after staying for two seconds, I rushed into the room in one breath.
The live broadcast room became lively in an instant.
Xia Xiqing sat in the chair, smiled and greeted the camera, "Good morning. Um... it may not be too early." Putting on the wireless headset, he glanced at the bullet screen on the notes.
[Ahhhhh, fresh brother Xiqing! ! ! ]
[Xi Qing looks good! ! ]
[Good morning brother! ]
[Xi Qing good morning! Where's Heng Heng? ? ]
Xia Xiqing stretched his waist and returned casually, "He has gone to class."
[Class hahahahahaha. ]
[Why do I feel so funny every time I say that I teach myself. ]
[Has Brother Xiqing have breakfast? ]
"Breakfast? I didn't eat it today, I usually eat it." Seeing a mint candy on the table, Xia Xiqing reached out and took it, peeled the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth. The cool and refreshing breath rushed up, and his mind was sober. Few, "The person who made breakfast was almost late today, too late to cook."
[Ah ah ah, is Heng Heng making breakfast? ? ? ]
[God make breakfast by yourself? ? I can't make up for it! ]
"He is good at cooking, Chinese and Western food." I don't know why, Xia Xiqing is a little proud. It is not he who knows how to cook, but he just can't restrain his desire to show off, "Oh, yes. He’s still learning to bake recently. Last time he made a row of cupcakes and it was delicious."
[Gosh, this dog food is damn sweet! ! ! ]
[嘤嘤嘤嘤I'm sour~]
[Lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree]
[Every day crying for the beautiful love of self-study! woo woo woo woo]
What a beautiful love, funny. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, "I'll get some tools first." He then got up and walked to the long closet in the studio to take out paints and brushes.
[God, Xiqing has a cabinet of paint. ]
[As expected of the rich... The paint of this brand is super expensive. ]
[Drawing is to burn money. ]
"What are we painting today?" Xia Xiqing muttered to himself, feeling that his tone was like a kindergarten art teacher. He glanced at the screen and was all brushing Zhou Ziheng. He couldn't help but smile, "No, I have painted too much of him. He took out a piece of sketch paper and put it on the drawing board. "Actually, I had a special room before, and it was filled with paintings for him."
[Gosh! ! ! ! ! ]
[It's too romantic, I really want to see it! ! ! ]
[Brother Xi Qing! ! Can it be exhibited? ? ? ]
Xia Xiqing squinted his eyes and glanced at the screen, then lowered his head to sharpen his pencil, "I'll think about it, if he wants to." But he raised his head again, "No, why should I care if he wants it?"
[Hahahahaha Heng Heng without status! ]
[Hahahahahahahaha why do you care about him hahaha. ]
[Family status can be seen]
"No, I mainly gave it to him." Xia Xiqing sharpened sharply, her forehead dangling with the pencil sharpening motion, "Now the ownership of the paintings is owned by Zhou Ziheng, so I still asked symbolically. Come on."
[Symbolic hahahahahahaha]
[It can be seen that Heng Heng is always in love with Xiqing]
After cutting a branch, Xia Xiqing pinned the pencil behind his ears. He wanted to stop smoking. He took a sip of coffee and felt his condition returned. "My hair has grown back recently." He flicked his forehead with his fingers. "It's a bit blocking your eyes." Said Xia Xiqing lowered his head, found a rubber band on the table to tie a paintbrush, and tied his bangs casually.
[Ah ah ah apple head! ]
[The apple head looks good! ! ! ! ]
[Is Brother Xiqing Su Yan? ? ? Looks good. ]
[Why is it as if I have drawn eyeliner? Look at the long eyelashes! ]
"Of course it's plain makeup," Xia Xiqing put his face in front of the camera, "My hair and eyelashes are very dark and dense." He closed one eye, "so it looks a bit like eyeliner a little farther away. "
[Stop this face...]
[Mom, I saw an angel! ]
"Actually, I'm a little dull..." Xia Xiqing looked at his dark circles in the lens, "I got up late today, and slept too late last night. Look at my dark circles."
[Fairy's dark circles are not dark circles! It comes with eyeshadow! ]
Puff, this rainbow fart.
[Is it over-indulgence? ! ! ! ]
[Don’t run if you're too indulgence hahahahaha! ]
[Sister Tianxiu! ! ! ]
[I want to indulge too much with Xi Qing's brother too! ! ! ! ]
[Zhou Ziheng:? ? ? ? Do you think I don’t exist? ? ? ]
[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha is still hung hung miserably]
Xia Xiqing looked at the barrage and laughed, "The chicken coop has warned." He took the pen from behind his ear and turned halfway around to draw the sketch.
"Will you be boring if I paint here for an hour?" Holding a pencil in his hand, he set a frame on the paper. Xia Xiqing's hands are very beautiful, they are slender, well-knotted hands. When holding the brush, the fingers are strong and the bones and muscles are prominent.
[Brother Xi Qing’s hands are really nice, prprprpr]
[This hand! ! ! I'm up! ! ! ]
Xia Xiqing quietly typed a rough line draft, turned around and took a sip of coffee. He was really not used to this live broadcast mode, and when he looked back, he found that everyone was writing gifts.
"Don't brush gifts." Xia Xiqing put the coffee cup on the table, as if his brother taught the children, "You are not allowed to brush gifts. I don't make money by this."
[I don’t make money from this, what I have is money. ]
[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahh upstairs]
[Brother Xiqing: If you brush gifts again, I will book the show and invite you to watch a movie! ]
[The rich second generation is forced to live broadcast business hahahahahaha]
These little girls. Xia Xiqing lowered his head, smiled helplessly, turned around and began to draw the details of the sketch, "Let’s draw the last painting Jiang Tong drew by the riverside today, but I might paint..." Xia Xiqing raised his head and thought for a long time. Anyway, after painting, I will send it out in a Weibo lottery draw to fans who have watched the movie."
[Ah, ah, Xi Qing's drawing! ]
[Why is Brother Xi Qing so fond of fans]
[I really want it, but I've always been wrong, let me do it once! ]
"You have to get the canvas out." Xia Xiqing bent down and pulled out a clean canvas under the workbench, and put it in the corner of the workbench. I will omit this step, but this painting is to be sent out..." He hooked the line carefully, stepped back a little while hooking the upper body, and looked at the line draft on the drawing paper, and continued, "...so be careful."
The way Xia Xiqing paints seriously is completely different from the usual frivolous and casual manners. It is very quiet and calm. All the attention is paid to the painting. But during the live broadcast, he has to chat while painting. This is a different thing for him. challenge.
When he talked to himself, his voice was very soft, because his tone was uncertain and soft, without sharpness, it was a rare moment that matched this face very well.
The line draft gradually took shape, and Xia Xiqing turned around and looked at the barrage on the notes.
[Brother Xi Qing is too gentle, it seems to be the asmr for Brother Xi Qing to paint once]
[Yeah! I also want to hear Xi Qing’s brother do asmr. I have an intracranial orgasm just listening to Xi Qing’s talking to himself. ]
[The voice is good, Su, and Su is gentle, do you usually talk to Hengheng like this at home? ]
Seeing this, Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "No."
Some strange restricted-level images can't help but appear in his mind.
The way he gets along with Zhou Ziheng is really inconvenient to show in front of fans and the public.
[I want to listen to Xi Qing's brother singing, Xi Qing's voice is so good! ]
[I want to hear too! ! ! ! Brother Xi Qing, let's sing a song! ]
[Sing! ! Sing! ! ! ]
Xia Xiqing laughed helplessly, "Isn't it painting? How come there is a business like singing?"
[Brother Xiqing, let’s sing~ Everyone sings on live broadcast! ! ]
[Want to hear! ! ! Want to hear! ]
[Brother Xiqing, I have my birthday today, can you sing a song? ]
Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing feels soft again, "Your birthday, happy birthday. What do you sing..." He took out his phone, "Well, I will play a random song from the playlist, and sing whatever song I put on it. Bar."
[good! ! ! ! ]
[Ahhhhhh, brother Xiqing is going to sing! ]
I clicked Shuffle, and a song appeared.
"This song is very unpopular, you may not have heard it." Xia Xiqing pointed the screen of the phone at the camera, and it seemed that it was not clear. He turned to face the skateboard, and sang while drawing. The voice was not too loud, and the words were very light. It sounded like a song he hummed casually.
"All of me are like you
Renaissance addiction
Who owns the distance between words and words
@∞好文, it's all in
Exchange a little bit of clarity
All you are like me
Postmodern mottled addiction
Who abandons the word and the secret of the word
The resonance between Dürer and the rhinoceros"
Xia Xiqing, with his head half-down, was painting the bottom beach. A white nape was exposed from the back of the army green sweater. He turned around singing as he sang, found an eraser from the workbench, and smiled at the camera by the way. At once, a pair of peach blossom eyes curled up, with a fresh and charming impact.
"Let us always be brilliant
Cry with pure verses
The image of the tour and the line is full of @∞好文，all in
Wilde cannot see the love created by fear"
[Brother Xi Qing's voice is so good! ! Oh my god, why is it so good-looking and so talented to sing so good? ]
[The lyrics of this song are so beautiful]
[The lyrics match well with Xi Qing's brother. ]
Sing, Xia Xiqing turned around and looked at the barrage.
[This song! ! ! "Rhino" by Teacher Cheer Chen! ! Damn, I love it so much! ]
[I don’t understand the meaning of the lyrics too much, why is it called "Rhino"? ]
Seeing the confusion on the barrage, Xia Xiqing explained, “The Dürer and Rhino written in the lyrics of this song actually refer to the woodblock painting "Rhino" created by Dürer, a master printmaker during the Renaissance. Here There is a very interesting story."
"In 1515, it was a period when European countries expanded to the outside world by means of navigational technology. At that time, the Sultan of India gave a gift to the Governor of Portugal, an Indian rhino. There was no such creature in Europe at that time. This precious animal The rhino came to Portugal after 120 days of sailing."
"Later the Portuguese governor borrowed flowers to present the Buddha and wanted to send the rhinoceros to Italy, but unfortunately, a shipwreck happened on the way and the rhino was killed in the sea. Therefore, Dürer, who lives in Italy, has not actually seen a real rhino. , But he created a woodblock print based on a sketch of a rhinoceros, which was later republished and sold in large quantities in Europe, so that everyone thought the rhino in this painting was a real rhino. Looks like."
[What does the painting look like? ]
[It’s so magical, hahaha, European people who are passionate about Eastern animals]
"I remember I collected a rubbing board, a mini one." Xia Xiqing got up, rummaged for a while in the cabinet of the studio, and found the painting in a cardboard box. He took the painting to the camera and looked at the print. , Turned his head and looked at the image in the lens again, "Is it a lot worse? Wearing armor and full of horns on his back, it looks like an upgraded rhino in Digimon."
He put the painting down, "Although it is very different from the real rhino, people at the time were very enthusiastic about this painting and liked the rhino inside. This process actually reflects a very real psychological phenomenon. How can I say it? …"
Xia Xiqing thought for a while, "It's like when we like a person. Sometimes, what we are obsessed with is not the body, but an illusion that exceeds reality."
[Teacher Xia is so gentle]
[Why don't I have such an art teacher woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
[Brother Xi Qing’s voice is too gentle, and it shines when he explains art]
Looking at the barrage, Xia Xiqing sighed inaudibly and smiled again, "Actually, I am not gentle at all. You have also fallen into this kind of rhino trap."
He half-downed his head, rubbed the graphite on his little finger, and his eyelashes dropped like fragile butterfly wings that were crushed. "To be honest, when I first appeared on "Escape from the Sky", I showed That image of is actually not me."
He faced the camera with a very calm expression, "To put it bluntly, it is a personal setting. Of course, I am also involved in maintaining that kind of personality. In fact, I am not as beautiful as everyone thinks. I have had a very dark and ridiculous period. Personality is incomplete." He hooked his mouth as he said, "It's different from the personality that everyone imagined that this face should match."
[Brother Xiqing, why does my heart hurt so much...]
[We like you, not human design. ]
"Not all of it. Many times, people like a person, but in fact, what they like is not the real person, but the person after adding their own subjective conjectures. That is a kind of reprocessing." This layer of window paper was pierced by Xia Xiqing. , Pierced thoroughly, "People will use their own expectations and fantasy to beautify the person you like. The more you like, the more various filters will be added to him."
Said Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at the camera, "I say this not to ask everyone to like the real me, but to show you the real me, and be honest."
I have been hypocritical for so long, just because I was instilled in the belief that no one would love me since I was young. No one will love the real me.
But now, there is someone who has given me a chance to leave. I also want to try and face who I am.
The barrage suddenly became very emotional, and many fans began to express their crying faces and love. Xia Xiqing feels that he has said too much, too direct, and sometimes fans can't listen to it. He smiled again, "Why are you sad, I am fine now, I am very free."
Saying that he was thinking of something again, his smiling eyes flashed, "However, Zhou Ziheng is not."
"Neither the person he showed nor the Zhou Ziheng you see can be compared with the real him. He is the most sincere and outstanding person in the world."
Xia Xiqing's words are very positive and precise. He always thinks so, sometimes even so sure that he still thinks he is not worthy of him.
"You must think that Zhou Ziheng in your eyes is already very beautiful. In fact, it is far more than that. It is just the tip of the iceberg." With his palm propped on his chin, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and traced the woodblock print with his right fingers in circles. The lines, Shen Shen muttered to himself.
"He is a better reality than illusion, a rhino that cannot be copied."
[Sudden confession! ! ! ! ]
[Mrs. Sin blows her husband online! ! ! ]
[Ahhhhh, I am not me, why are you so good! ]
[I don’t know why I want to cry when I see Xi Qing say this. ]
[What kind of fairy love is this! ! ! ]
After coming back, Xia Xiqing suddenly found out what he had done and said.
He actually said these words in front of thousands of live broadcast fans, and his ears began to burn inexplicably. This was not his usual. In a panic, I wanted to take a sip of coffee and press it down, but I accidentally choked myself and coughed again and again.
[Xi Qing is embarrassed! ]
[Ears are red! ! ! ]
"Cough cough..." Xia Xiqing hurriedly peeled a mint candy into his mouth and changed the subject, "Anyway, I am the rhino that is out of the real world. It is not what you imagined. It is not gentle, unkind, and full of body. It's all shortcomings."
In order to change the atmosphere and quickly get rid of the embarrassment of the confession just now, he said again, "Actually, my normal state is more similar to the live broadcast of the Werewolf Killing. You still barraged that I looked like a different person, and that was me. He turned to continue painting, "I usually stay in that state with my friends. It's very arrogant to deceive people."
[But I like you at that time! Very cool! ! ]
[right! Bad and cute! ! ]
[I like Brother Xiqing whatever it looks like~]
[The werewolf was so handsome when he killed it! I've watched the disc logic more than a dozen times over and over again! Really handsome! ]
[Xi Qing lied too much, I was convinced from the perspective of a god! ]
[Lied to my brother to bluff my friend to pit my nephew into the audience hahahaha]
Xia Xiqing lowered his head to unlock the phone and wanted to check the time. He didn't notice a person behind him. He walked in from the entrance of the studio, with a pair of long legs already in the mirror.
[Ah ah ah who is that! ! ! ! ]
[Is it self-hanging? ? ? ]
[This leg is Zhou Ziheng! ! ! ]
[Fucking dog food! ! ]
Only Xia Xiqing was still muttering to the phone, "I am an unsentimental werewolf killing player."
Said one sentence and another sentence, "Werewolf killing is a game that is more open than anyone else, and has a thicker skin than anyone..."
In the next moment, someone covered his head with a white canvas. Before Xia Xiqing could turn around, he was hugged by a person from his neck. The warm breath soaked the canvas, and the low tone numbed the entire ear.
"It's dark, please close your eyes."
That current hit Xia Xiqing's heart in an instant.
Zhou Ziheng's voice was amused, it was a kind of charm between the cunning youthfulness and mature male hormones.
His hand lifted Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing his head to lean back, and the other hand slowly pulled the canvas off the back of his head. The beautiful jaw line, slightly opened lips, and nasal nevus are slowly exposed to the sky.
Before the canvas could leave his eyes, Xia Xiqing, who was immersed in consternation, was leaned over and kissed by Zhou Ziheng behind him.
The canvas was slowly pulled away when the lips touched. The wide, warm hand still gently held Xia Xiqing's lower jaw, as if holding the fragile bottleneck of a white porcelain vase.
The world turned around, a kiss with the wrong line of sight.
It was clearly a dreadful splash, but the interdependence of lips and teeth at this moment was like a slow-moving shot, frame by frame in Xia Xiqing's eyes, until he released it, he couldn't return smoothly.
The successful Zhou Ziheng smiled, "It's dawn." He bent over and kissed Xia Xiqing's ear again, "I am a prophet, and Xia Xiqing was the one who tested it last night, and Xia Xiqing is..."
Said that he turned his arms around his chest and back and leaned against the workbench, looking at Xia Xiqing with a smile, "The person I like. Send me a fan." @∞好文, it's all in
What, this guy.
Xia Xiqing's neck was red and hot, and he pulled the canvas in Zhou Ziheng's hand and threw it on the camera.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Ziheng didn't know why.
"I want to ask you why, why didn't you knock on the door?" Xia Xiqing covered his face with both hands, turned his head back and sighed loudly, "I'm live broadcast, Zhou Ziheng."
"Live broadcast???" Zhou Ziheng reacted, "No, isn't it?"
Xia Xi glanced at him innocently, and raised his chin against the notes behind him, "Look for yourself." He said that he bent his legs on his knees, stepped on his heels on the surface of the chair, hugged his knees and buried his head, complaining in a muffled voice. He said, "I'm going to be on the hot search again..."
Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw that the notes were black, with scrolling barrage on it.
[Ah ah ah ah ah I am crazy]
[Ah ah ah ah ah where am I who am I]
[Zhou Ziheng is awesome! ! ! ! ! ! Zhou Ziheng's total attack! ! ! ! ! ]
[What fairy idol drama am I watching! ! ! ! Mom save me! ! ! ]
[Oh my God, I hung myself until I feel soft...]
[You guys will marry me soon! Mom is going to look at your bridal chamber today! ! ! ]
[Kiss and kill me behind! ! ! ! Odema Su's me soared in front of the screen! ! ! ]
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! Hengheng is still carrying his schoolbag! It's so delicious next year! ! ]
[What kind of fairy love story prophet is this! ! ! ! I tested you and you are the one I love! ! ! ]
[Oh my God... Is Zhou Ziheng doing so often...]
[Ah ah ah ah I can't speak]
Now that it has happened.
Zhou Ziheng immediately shut down the live broadcast, half-kneeling in front of Xia Xiqing, rubbing his palm fondly, "I will knock on the door next time."
"I'm drawing, my hands are dirty." Xia Xiqing was about to pull it out. Zhou Ziheng refused to let him, on the contrary, it seemed as if he had found a treasure. "You actually have times when you are embarrassed." He pulled Xia Xiqing's hand into his arms, "It looks like It’s like acting like a baby."
"You're just acting like a baby." Xia Xiqing turned his face all of a sudden, and took out his hand. "You have a dream."
"Let's act cute again."
"I'm not acting like a baby!"
"Please."
"Dreaming." Xia Xiqing was about to leave when he got up, but was grasped by a hand in the next second, and the huge force dragged him to the cabinet of the studio, pressing his back against the cold glass cabinet. Zhou Ziheng's arm confined him in this small space, and the compressed distance became glued.
"Just be cute." The corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice was low. It was obviously a request, but it was full of flirting.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's personal change, Xia Xiqing's heart suddenly ignited the desire to win. He completely cast aside the embarrassment that was difficult to express after his heartbeat, and raised his head to meet his self-hanging eyes last week, "What is meant to be acting like a baby?"
As he spoke, his hands wrapped around Zhou Ziheng's neck, like the sinful vines in the story, exuding the charming fragrance of plants.
With her body close, Xia Xiqing slowly rubbed Zhou Ziheng's side neck with the skin of her side face, her hair and earlobes rubbed a fleeting firework.
Like two swans that cross their necks intimately.
"so?"
His questioning tone was raised slightly and dragged for a long time, like a silk scarf brushed across his face.
Said, Xia Xiqing raised his face to look at him again, looking up at that pure face.
"… how about this?"
In the next second, he gently rubbed the tip of his own nose with the tip of his nose for a few weeks. The slightly opened lips were soft and red, like a tortured rose. As long as he kissed it again, it would be beautiful. But bitter juice.
Zhou Ziheng maintained his final calm, every cell in his body was boiled to the boil, and the rising temperature was approaching the critical point of danger.
He was murdering himself cruelly and slowly.
The blunt knife sharpened the sutra, and the devil with the angelic body was born.
"Still... this way."
Xia Xiqing leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, with a warm and humid nose lingering on the hot skin, her voice softened with a sticky nasal sound.
"Ziheng, I want to hear you say you like me."
The soft knife finally pierced the heart, and the tip of the knife gently and cruelly stirred the sweet pool of spring water.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyes obediently, his eyelashes swept through the sticky air, and the pure smoke of gunfire was hidden in his eyes.
"Come in, let's talk about it."