As Xia Xiqing expected, Weibo exploded less than five hours after the live broadcast ended.
[Xia Xiqing live broadcast], [Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng kissing on live broadcast], [Zhou Ziheng kissing from behind] and other terms have become hot searches, with the complete live broadcast and specially edited sweet clips all becoming popular.
Especially the scene where Zhou Ziheng kissed the canvas from behind, which was captured by a Weibo entertainment celebrity and posted as a GIF.
[A piece of chicken feathers is going to heaven: Oh my god, please taste Zhou Ziheng's kiss, it's so sweet that I can't close my legs! This couple is really like gods, the world is too bitter, thank you for coming down to earth to sprinkle sugar 555]
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[The self-study girl is the winner in life: I have never met such a charming person in my life! ! ! Zhou Ziheng! ! ! I will remember you for the rest of my life! ! ]
[Four Ice Cubes: Zhou Ziheng is amazing, what a divine appearance! What a divine atmosphere! Is this really not an idol drama? ? ? ]
[The first alpha in the universe: You are indeed the man I like!! Although he is already someone else's man. Heartbroken]
[Shuishuxuexx: Ah, this scene in slow motion is so beautiful, a perverse kiss, I am the canvas!!!]
[My sweetheart is a little painter: Woohoo, how can my little painter be so beautiful? She is simply a little angel covered in white gauze! !]
[inglove: I am just a passerby, I just think these two look so good together, the best couple in the entertainment industry, it is so heart-warming to see them together.]
[Jihe Girl: Didn’t anyone notice that Zhou Ziheng is still carrying his school bag? My god, this is a younger top!!!]
[oting: Ahhhh sisters, hurry up and watch that live video!!! Zhou Ziheng’s words are even more sweet!!! I’m a prophet, and I’ve verified that Xia Xiqing is the person I like!!! I also sent a pink water!!]
[The essence of a self-study girl is a groundhog: yes, yes, yes, live broadcast is more sweet, when Zhou Ziheng covered Brother Xiqing's ears and said to him, "It's dark, please close your eyes," I did a Thomas spin and exploded!!! Because Brother Xiqing was wearing a headset, when Zhou Ziheng got close to him, the sound was super clear, the subwoofer killed me!! ]
[tfocus: Is this really not hype?]
[Reply to tfocus without regrets: It’s not hype. Xi Qing agreed to live broadcast to fans because he fulfilled his promise after the box office of "Tracking" exceeded 1 billion. Zhou Ziheng came back from school and accidentally entered Xi Qing’s studio, and was seen by everyone. Later, they turned off the live broadcast. In addition, this part was when Xi Qing was talking to fans about Werewolf, and Ziheng came in and covered his face with a canvas and told him to close his eyes because it was dark.]
[Hu Shanfeng replied with no regrets: Ahhh, I watched that episode of Werewolf too! ! ! ! I can watch them play Werewolf for the rest of my life! ! ! ]
[verwine replied without regrets: The words "go home after school" are so cute!!! I will always love younger people!!]
[Mo Yu Ru Hua replied without regrets: I saw the point!!! They turned off the live broadcast!!! What are they going to do with it!]
[The self-study girl responded without regrets: Werewolf is so sweet!!! The love prophet!!!]
[The sweetest CP of the fan: Today I am a sourpuss, I wish my CP was one tenth as sweet as the one in the study room.]
At the same time, the video of Xia Xiqing singing and popularizing science in the live broadcast room was also posted online, attracting heated discussions among many netizens.
[Survival Fanatic: To be honest, I don’t particularly care about celebrity couples, but after watching Xia Xiqing’s live broadcast, I was a little surprised. The part where he explained the rhino really touched me. I suggest all fans on the Internet come in and watch this part. The understanding of celebrities, personalities, and fan filters is simply the truth. There are also many girls immersed in infatuation. By the way, Xia Xiqing is really damn good-looking. ]
[Si Wuxie: The part about the rhino is amazing, he is indeed an artist. I really want to fall in love with an artist! ! ! ! ]
[Wei Jun Qi Song Sheng: This paragraph is very sincere. What many people like is not the real rhino, but just the fantasy in their hearts.]
[: These words are so insightful. By the way, Xia Xiqing’s voice is really nice and her singing is so gentle.]
[Friends, do you study on your own? Actually, after talking about the rhino, Brother Xiqing kept belittling himself, and kept emphasizing that his personality was a disguise. Not many stars dare to say these words. In fact, I am not gentle at all. You have also fallen into the trap of the rhino. As soon as this sentence came out, I burst into tears. Brother Xiqing is really frank. It hurts to see him keep talking about his shortcomings.]
[I love self-study reply to my friend: Yes, yes, yes, I feel so sorry for him. But I think his personality is more charming than his character. The most amazing thing is that he belittled himself like that, seeing it so clearly, but in the end he said that Zhou Ziheng was not like that, he was a reality better than illusion, a rhinoceros that could not be copied. This sentence is simply too much, and he kept his head down while saying this, he must have been very unconfident in his heart, tears in my eyes.]
[山海难平: After reading this paragraph, I feel that he really loves Zhou Ziheng. He clearly knows that liking someone is a process of self-deception, but he still insists that Zhou Ziheng is the reality beyond illusion.]
The two protagonists who were hotly discussed in the outside world are now still snuggling together in their own little world. The flirtation after the live broadcast eventually ignited a prairie fire, and the burnt out lives were comforted by the fluffy and soft quilt in the afternoon.
In a trance, Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and found that he was not in the bedroom. To be more precise, he was not in the bedroom of the apartment.
He sat up and looked down at his hands.
so small.
This bed is so small.
I got out of bed and saw the blue striped cotton slippers placed beside the bed. They were also very small.
what happened to him.
He slowly put on his slippers and realized that he was back in his childhood room, the room that locked all his pain and despair. The fear in his heart spread all of a sudden, Pandora's box was kicked over, and black liquid flowed out, crawling up from under his feet little by little.
The bright sunshine outside the window suddenly disappeared, and the world fell into a silent darkness.
how so.
He felt like a clumsy puppet, dragging his feet toward the door, stretching out his little hands and pounding hard on the door.
"Is there anyone? Is there anyone outside?" He felt his voice tremble slightly, but he couldn't control it. "No one? I want to go out."
This tightly closed door is like a serious face in the darkness. No matter how you beg, it doesn't move at all.
He didn't remember how long he had been knocking, he just felt that his little hands were numb from the pain. This feeling was too familiar, he seemed to have experienced it countless times, the only thing he could do was to huddle in a small corner, hugging his shaking arms.
Time is like an hourglass flowing in the darkness, and no trace of its passing can be heard. But he suddenly heard a sound at the door, someone was talking. He stood up excitedly and lay on the cold door, knocking hard on the door, praying that someone could hear his voice. He was really scared, very scared.
"Is anyone there? It's so dark here."
The sounds outside the door began to become clearer.
[Unless I die! You can’t be with that woman! I won’t give you the custody of Xi Qing!]
[Do you think I really want to raise him? If he has a lunatic like you as his mother, he will soon become a lunatic too!]
[Go to hell!]
[You are really crazy, why did I fall in love with you in the first place? No one will love a crazy woman like you! ]
Quarrels, endless quarrels.
Parents’ quarrels are the first horror movies children have ever seen in their lives.
Whether it is the sound or the picture, it will be permanently engraved on their tender hippocampus and will never be forgotten.
Will I become crazy
No one loves a madman.
He was the only child who got zero points for the composition assigned by the teacher in class. The title of the composition was "Parental Love". Xia Xiqing held the composition paper, held the pen tightly in his little hand, and sat on his little chair for the whole class.
Just write a beginning.
[My parents love me very much,]
But his arms were sore, with purple marks from being whipped with a belt, and his back was covered with bruises from being hit with a golf club, like the stripes on his little slippers, so he could only lie on his stomach when taking a nap, not lie down.
In the June weather, he had to wear long sleeves and long pants to cover the scars and avoid embarrassment.
Is he loved even though he is like this
Even the teacher called him to the office and asked him why he hadn't finished writing.
“I don’t know how to write…”
The teacher looked puzzled. "Why? Xiqing, you usually write very well." She touched Xia Xiqing's head. "Mom and Dad are the people who love you the most in this world, right?"
But they never said these three words to me. He wanted to refute, but swallowed it back in grievance, because he was warned not to mention his parents outside.
"… right."
In a trance, he appeared in the inpatient ward again. He was lying on the small bed, and his sleeves had turned into a blue and white striped pattern, familiar stripes.
Turning his head to the side, he saw two children lying on a bench by the window. They were Xia Zhixu and Chen Fang when they were little. They seemed to be crying, but also seemed not to be.
He lifted the white quilt and saw the nanny sitting on the sofa in the private ward, she was asleep. Little Xia Xiqing endured the pain and quietly walked to the window, stepped on a chair, and smiled at them through the glass window.
"When will you get better?" Xia Zhixu's little canine teeth were exposed whenever he spoke, but other than that he was very similar to him.
Xiao Xiqing shook his head.
Chen Fang next to him was clinging to the window tightly, "So, are you feeling uncomfortable now?"
He shook his head again, but as soon as he shook his head, tears began to flow. He wiped away the tears with his small hands, "My stomach hurts a little, but I'm almost healed." He laughed and used his small index finger and thumb to gesture, "There is such a long scar on my stomach, with stitches. But I can't show it to you, my chair is not high enough."
After saying this, he blew a breath on the glass, and the mist condensed, making the innocent faces of the children hazy. He stretched out his small fleshy finger, drew a line on it, and then drew a wavy line back and forth on that line.
"That's it." His eyes lit up. "Look."
But they didn't look, they seemed not to look, they were crying.
Seeing them crying, he wanted to cry too.
Actually, I was in so much pain that I was almost dying.
After I die, I won’t be able to play with you anymore. I won’t be able to put earthworms in Chen Fang’s lunch box, and I won’t be able to play paper airplanes with Zhi Xu.
Thinking of this, he wanted to cry again.
Teacher...if...if mom and dad don’t love me.
Will anyone still love me then
The room once again sank into endless darkness, and the black fluid swallowed up the tiny him mercilessly like a swamp.
Who come save me.
The wound sends out a silent signal for help.
The door suddenly opened, and a beam of light came in, the shape of which was straight, like a sharp sword. The stress reaction frightened him, and he stood on the small chair, not daring to move.
A tall figure appeared, his shadow was so long that it followed the chair he was standing on. Little Xiqing raised his head, tightly grasped the edge of the window, and looked carefully at the man's face in the dark. The light was behind him, like a sculpture collected by his mother. He walked in quietly with a bouquet of roses in his hand, bringing light.
He picked him up without saying anything, and rescued him from the darkness with his gentle and strong arms. He took him through the hospital filled with the nasty smell of disinfectant, carried him through the tree-lined avenue, passed the musical fountain surrounded by a group of little girls, and came to a small lawn.
The soft grass surrounded him with its grassy scent.
He was still a little scared, looking timidly at the stranger's face. This man was very strange, stuffing the rose in his hand into his arms, gently touching his back, stroking it gently over and over again, and his palm seemed to have a wonderful healing power, and he didn't seem to feel so much pain.
Even the wound felt warm and a little itchy, like the itchiness when the tip of grass touches your face.
This person is very good-looking. In his still immature aesthetic sense, people who look like white sculptures are very good-looking, because his mother always looks at those motionless sculptures with cherished eyes.
But he is lively, he can laugh, and when he laughs, his deep eyes will turn into two crescent moons.
It suddenly got dark, and it got dark so fast. Little Xiqing was scared, and huddled like a stray cat that had been frightened too many times. But this man hugged him, and gently told him not to be afraid, over and over again. His embrace was warm, with a gentle smell after being exposed to the sun, and it was a source of warmth in the dark night.
He stretched out a hand and opened his palm in front of the little stray cat.
There was a tiny star lying in the palm of his hand, and the bright beam of light spread along his palm lines.
"What's this?"
His voice was low and soft, "This is a gift for you, thank you for being born into this world." The chubby little hand carefully took the starlight and held it between his fingers.
So bright.
As long as there is a star, it is not pure darkness.
The stars are the fallen debris of the sun.
"This is a first-year birthday gift for little Xiqing." He spread out his palm again, and his palm emitted a light green fluorescence, like a firefly dancing freely in the dark night.
Little Xiqing stretched out his hand but couldn't catch it, but it didn't fly far away either. It circled slowly around his little face, like a lonely little planet orbiting among the stars.
"Are you still dark?" He hugged little Xiqing.
Little Xiqing looked back into his eyes and nodded blankly, "A little bit."
"There's still a little bit of darkness..." He stretched out another hand, clenched it into a fist and placed it in front of the poor little thing's eyes. "Bang--" He whispered an onomatopoeia in the ear, and his five fingers suddenly spread out, and a dazzling little firework bloomed from his broad hand.
The brilliant sparks were reflected in those timid pupils, twinkling like stars.
"This is a two-year-old gift for Xiqing." He kissed the back of the little head and said, "Are you still scared?"
The clever kid turned around and didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked in a baby voice, "Anything else?"
"Why are you so cute?" A helpless and doting smile appeared on his face. I wanted to hug him tightly but was afraid of hurting him. "Little rascal. Close your eyes."
Little Xiqing hummed obediently, but quietly left a very small gap between his eyes, and his eyelashes flickered guiltily. In that small gap, he saw the pair of hands that were holding him together, as if they were holding something vaguely.
"Open your eyes," he said.
The moment his palm opened, a small butterfly ran out, its wings covered with light blue phosphorus powder, flashing a faint light in the dark night. It fluttered around and landed on the small mole on the tip of Xiao Xiqing's nose.
"This is for you, a three-year-old gift." The hand that hugged him from behind patted his belly, "Our Xiqing is three years old."
Before the anxious little clever boy could ask any more questions, he grabbed the little hand and placed his clenched right fist on it.
"Here you go, little darling, for your fourth birthday."
Little Xiqing spread out his hands blankly, waiting for the gift to arrive.
A soft white flower fell into his tender palm.
"what is this flower?"
The man kissed the top of the baby's head. "Rose. Paper rose."
"I can fold paper airplanes." The little guy turned his head and said seriously, "The airplane I folded can fly the farthest. It's good, it's good..."
"What can I do?" He touched his little face.
"You can fly out of my garden, you can fly out." He suddenly pursed his lips, as if he had something on his mind.
"You can fly out, too. I'll take you out." He gently pinched the tip of little Xiqing's chin. "You haven't turned five yet, right? Can we celebrate our fifth birthday together?"
The little guy turned his head and saw little butterflies fluttering around his ears, making him itchy. A look of confusion appeared on his face.
He picked up the poor little guy, turned him to face himself, and kissed his cheek. The little guy was confused, "Why did you give me a gift?"
He scratched the tip of little Xiqing's cute nose.
"Reward you for growing up so bravely." For some reason, the stranger's voice was a little trembling, "... and for waiting for me so bravely."
"Are you going to cry?" The little hand touched his eyes and gently touched his thin eyelids, "Don't cry."
He suddenly laughed, "I didn't cry." He lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm late, this is all I can give you as compensation."
"I will always be with you from now on."
after…
Will he always be there
Why does he appear? Why does he appear
"Who are you?" The little face was raised, and the pupils were shiny black.
The stars in the sky seemed to brighten up, and the cool starlight flowed down and rested on this handsome face, making his smile sparkle.
"I was born to love you."
The dream suddenly collapsed. Xia Xiqing opened his heavy eyes again and took a few quick breaths.
He reached out in panic and felt a familiar body temperature. He couldn't describe the feeling, it was too complicated, sadness, grievance, panic, fear, and a sense of peace at the bottom.
The various emotions mixed together, stirred and turned into cool tears, completing an unconscious sleepwalking on his cheeks, and finally fell into the quilt.
Zhou Ziheng, who was deep in his dream, felt the person in his arms move, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?" He tightened his arms a little, and kissed him blindly with his eyes closed. After kissing him several times, he suddenly frowned and opened his eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Zhou Ziheng was a little panicked, "Did you have a nightmare?" He patted Xia Xiqing's back again and again.
Xia Xiqing shook her head and snuggled into Zhou Ziheng's warm embrace, "It's not a nightmare."
It is a dream with the scent of grass and star fragments.
His chest was pressed tightly against Zhou Ziheng's chest, and their two hearts were closely and seamlessly attached to each other.
"fortunately."
Zhou Ziheng didn't quite understand. He reached into his clothes and gently rubbed his sweaty skin with his fingertips. He hugged him and kissed the slightly protruding cartilage on his ear. "Fortunately, what?"
Fortunately, I persisted.
Fortunately you came to rescue me, even though you were a little late.
But you still came.
Xia Xiqing, who was nestled in his shoulder, suddenly said sullenly, "Can you give me some more birthday presents?"
Zhou Ziheng touched his back again and again, "What birthday present?"
"Birthday gifts for the first twenty-five years," Xia Xiqing stretched his cold feet to Zhou Ziheng's calves to warm them, "for the twenty-fifth, just give me anything, even small flowers or grass will do."
Zhou Ziheng smiled, as if he was amused by Xia Xiqing, and kissed her red lips several times after she woke up, "Okay."
Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and looked at Zhou Ziheng from a distance, "Why don't you ask me why?"
Zhou Ziheng smiled, "Do I need to ask?" He pecked Xia Xiqing's lips, "To compensate you."
Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, thinking he was still dreaming. He reached out and pinched Zhou Ziheng's arm, and heard him gasp, "It hurts."
Not a dream.
He suddenly felt aggrieved and hugged his neck before he could cry.
"Who told you to come so late?"
"Yes, it's all my fault. I got lost along the way." Zhou Ziheng touched the back of his neck.
"Thank you for waiting for me."
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