It took the entire team four hours just to shoot the cover and inside pages of the magazine. Fortunately, the result was beyond everyone's imagination, so even though it was hard work, everyone was very satisfied.
"This magazine will definitely sell out in seconds." The director sat down next to Zhou Ziheng. "It's a great shot. It can definitely be selected as the cover of the year."
Zhou Ziheng smiled modestly and said nothing.
"I noticed that you two don't talk to each other that much in real life." The director thought it was quite interesting. "I thought the rumors on the Internet were all fake."
Zhou Ziheng glanced at Xia Xiqing who was sleeping on the sofa, "We actually only met during the recording of "Escape Plan", so we are not very familiar with each other."
While saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his words were not credible.
They even kissed, but I couldn't find any suitable words to define their relationship. It was so strange.
"I heard that Xiao Xia is your fan. I think I saw the painting he drew for you on the trending Weibo before." The director said while flipping through the trending Weibo. "I saw it yesterday... ah, this one."
But as soon as he opened it, he realized something was wrong, "Wait, oh, this is a painting of Shang Sirui, oops, I made a mistake." The director showed a little embarrassment on his face and put the phone back into his coat pocket.
"It's okay." Although Zhou Ziheng felt uncomfortable, he still maintained his elegance and composure. "You can check his Weibo. His Weibo is full of my paintings."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng regretted it. His behavior was like a declaration of sovereignty.
And as long as you click on his Weibo, you can see the CP post he liked.
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel.
"The painting is really good. I heard it is very beautiful," the director nodded in appreciation. "The aesthetic style of the academic school is different."
The magazine interview venue was set up, and Xiao Luo came over, "Ziheng, we're going to be interviewed later, do you want to put on some makeup or something?"
"No need." Zhou Ziheng turned his head and saw Xia Xiqing chained to another sofa, curled up in a ball, his entire face covered by his hair. He hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly to Xiao Luo, "Go wake him up."
Xiao Luo said, "Oh!", walked over, and gently shook Xia Xiqing's shoulder. Xia Xiqing, who was half asleep, frowned. He was always in a bad mood when he woke up. He turned over and faced the sofa cushion, buried his whole body in it, and turned his back to Xiao Luo, looking like he didn't want to wake up at all.
“…Xi Qing?”
Xia Xiqing was really sleep-deprived. He hadn't slept the whole night before, and the magazine shoot almost drained his already limited energy. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the sofa during the break. His head was dizzy and he didn't want to open his eyes at all.
"Ziheng," Xiao Luo turned to Zhou Ziheng for help, "Xiqing doesn't seem to remember..."
Glancing at Xia Xiqing's back curled up on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng sighed, "Go call a makeup artist for me first. I guess I'll need to touch up my makeup later." Just as Xiao Luo was about to leave, Zhou Ziheng said, "By the way, bring me a glass of water. Thanks."
Watching Xiao Luo walk away, Zhou Ziheng sat down on the sofa where Xia Xiqing was lying, reached out and touched his shoulder, "Hey, get up." Xia Xiqing, who had buried his head in the cushion, groaned muffledly, moved his shoulders, and continued to sleep with a look of determination not to cooperate.
There was no other way, Zhou Ziheng had to grab one of his arms, trying to pull him up by force. Just as he pulled him up a little, he heard Xia Xiqing with half-closed eyes and frowned, cursing at him in a deep voice, "Fuck, so annoying." He stretched out his hand to push Zhou Ziheng away, but Zhou Ziheng grabbed his wrist instead. After all, he was in a half-asleep state, and Xia Xiqing could hardly struggle.
"You have to get up, no matter how annoying you are." Zhou Ziheng pulled him to sit up. Xia Xiqing, whose face was covered by his hair, seemed to be shrouded in low pressure. He sat up reluctantly, half-bent his body and crossed his legs, resting his elbows on the cushions, and supporting his drowsy head with his white palms.
Why does he feel uncomfortable
“Do you have a headache…?” Zhou Ziheng reached out to push his hair aside, but Xia Xiqing dodged with a frown.
He really looks like a bad-tempered cat, Zhou Ziheng thought.
Xia Xiqing was so tired that he didn't want to say a word. He was still on the edge of being half asleep and half awake, with a heavy head and light feet, as if he would fall to some very deep place in the next moment.
Zhou Ziheng's voice was getting farther and farther away, as if it came from the sky.
sleepy.
"Why do I feel that you..." Xia Xiqing, who had just been picked up by him to sit cross-legged, fell asleep again in the middle of his words and fell straight into Zhou Ziheng's arms.
“… even more tired than me.” Zhou Ziheng subconsciously finished the unfinished words, then caught Xia Xiqing in a daze, and naturally hugged his shoulders with both hands.
His head rested on his chest, his slightly curly hair was soft and looked like it would be nice to touch.
In the noisy studio, everyone was walking anxiously and hurriedly, and all kinds of sounds filled his ears. The mysterious thing was that at this moment Zhou Ziheng could almost hear Xia Xiqing's tired and steady breathing.
Mixed with my own pounding heartbeat.
What's going on here
"Ziheng."
The subconscious imagination was interrupted, and Zhou Ziheng helped Xia Xiqing up in an instant. His movements were so fast that Xia Xiqing woke up all of a sudden and opened his eyes in dissatisfaction.
Zhou Ziheng coughed, stood up awkwardly, and said to the makeup artist behind Xiao Luo, "Well, he just slept, so he may need to touch up his makeup. Sorry for the trouble."
Xiao Luo held a cup of coffee in his hand, and used his other hand to hold it for fear of touching it, "Ziheng, this..."
Zhou Ziheng smelled the aroma of coffee, frowned and looked at Xiao Luo with dissatisfaction, "Did I just say I wanted coffee?"
"You said you wanted water, so I saw there was a coffee machine and got it for you. Drink it now while it's still hot." Xiao Luo had an expression on his face that looked like he was praising me for being smart.
Zhou Ziheng took a deep breath and took the coffee. He originally thought that Xia Xi should drink some water after waking up, but Xiao Luo took the initiative to pour him coffee. He glanced at his watch. It was almost ten o'clock. How could he sleep after drinking coffee
"Ziheng, don't you want to drink?"
Seeing Xiao Luo's puzzled expression, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to drink the coffee himself. He frowned and handed him the cup, "It's so bitter. Get me another glass of water. I want plain water."
"Oh." Xiao Luo took the cup with a confused look on his face and walked away. Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw Xia Xiqing lying on the sofa with his head tilted back, closing his eyes and letting the makeup artist fix his hair and makeup.
"Xi Qing, your skin is so good. How come you look so good even after staying up all night?"
Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and smiled tiredly, "Really? It's okay."
"Ziheng's skin is also very good," the makeup artist looked back at Zhou Ziheng who was standing next to her, "Ziheng, I feel like you've had very good skin since you were a child. I still remember when you were a child, some people said you would grow ugly when you grew up. Haha, who knew you would become more and more handsome as you grow older."
Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the sofa with his head tilted back, opened his eyes and saw Zhou Ziheng standing there. Thinking that he was the one who had been disturbing her sleep, she grabbed a small cushion on the sofa and threw it at Zhou Ziheng.
So childish.
Zhou Ziheng caught it immediately, tilted his head, and gave him a look, as if questioning what he was doing.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows in a ruffian manner and turned his eyes away.
"You two seem to have a good relationship," the makeup artist smiled gossipingly, "I heard that Xi Qing is a big fan of Zi Heng. You didn't like him when he was still a child star, did you?"
"No," Xia Xiqing smiled, her eyes curved into beautiful arcs again, "I haven't seen the roles he played when he was a child, I don't even know what he looked like when he was a child."
"Ah?" The makeup artist put away his tool box and stood up, "You really are a fake fan."
Xia Xiqing couldn't help but curl his lips when he was hit on the head.
Suddenly, the pillow he had thrown was thrown back to him. Xia Xiqing quickly caught it and held it in front of his chest. Zhou Ziheng glanced away, stuffed his hands into his suit trousers pockets with an unhappy look on his face, and turned to walk away.
It really hit my face, it was really fierce. Xia Xiqing smiled and put the cushion aside, patted it twice with his hands, stood up and stretched.
Before the interview, the editor-in-chief called to inform them to temporarily arrange to shoot another set of covers and publish two versions of the covers together, so they had to temporarily redesign them.
"Xi Qing, have you never suffered so much?" Shane smiled and tore off the special effects "wound" on his face.
"It's not bad. I used to stay up all night doing homework." Xia Xiqing pinched his neck, looked at Xiao Luo walking towards him, and handed him a glass of water. "Thank you, that's thoughtful. I'm thirsty."
Xiao Luo smiled embarrassedly and was about to say that Ziheng asked him to bring it, but when he turned his head, he saw Ziheng winking at him, so he had to shut up and smile, scratching his hair stubble awkwardly.
The new look still continues the previous gloomy Gothic style. The stylist paired Xia Xiqing with a palace-style white silk shirt with a layered lace bow tie, and tied her slightly curly hair into a half-bun, leaving a strand of hair in front of her forehead.
Xia Xiqing also removed the wound makeup on her face and replaced it with a more delicate and clean base makeup. She also discarded the light eye makeup from before and drew a black full-coverage eyeliner, smudged it with dark brown eyeshadow, and slightly raised the tail of her eyes along the shape of her peach blossom eyes.
"Oh my god, Xiqing, you really suit heavy makeup." The makeup artist fixed his makeup, gently held his chin, and did a final check of his makeup in the mirror. "It really looks good. Make your debut, Xiqing, and then hire me as your exclusive makeup artist, hahaha."
Xia Xiqing looked in the mirror. To be honest, he was not used to this kind of enchanting makeup, so he could only smile.
I turned my head and found that Zhou Ziheng was also changing his style. He changed out of his high-necked sweater and put on a black hooded jacket with a white low-necked inner layer. His hair that had been blown up before was let down and styled into a side-swept bangs that half-covered his superior forehead. His makeup was light. The stylist put a hat on him, and he looked like a mysterious boy in the mirror.
His style is totally different from the previous abstinent killer, and he looks more like a stray wolfhound.
After finishing the look, Shane called the two makeup artists out, "Lin Mo wants to discuss the second version of the overall look with you, as well as some props." She then greeted the two people sitting in front of the mirror, "Ziheng Xiqing, you sit down and take a rest first, we'll start shooting soon."
Xia Xiqing turned around and smiled at Shane. The moment the dressing room door was closed, the gentle and innocent smile on his face gradually faded and turned into a half-smile. He stood up, took a sip of the drink prepared by the staff, and walked to Zhou Ziheng who was playing with his phone as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Ziheng was bored, so he opened Weibo to see if there was any new gossip. As soon as he opened it, he saw his own account interface. He was already feeling guilty, but who knew that his face was suddenly pinched at this moment. He was so scared that he almost dropped his phone on the ground.
"what are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing's index finger and thumb were still pulling Zhou Ziheng's face. With his other hand, he held a drink and bit the straw as he answered vaguely, "Nothing. I just wanted to know if your face would be hard since you look so fierce." His eyes curved, "I didn't expect it to be so soft."
Zhou Ziheng slapped his hand away in annoyance, but Xia Xiqing unexpectedly grabbed his hand holding the phone. "Why were you so nervous just now? It was as if someone stepped on your tail." Xia Xiqing put his face close to Zhou Ziheng's face and his voice became playful. "Are you watching something indescribable?"
Feeling guilty, Zhou Ziheng pried Xia Xiqing's hand away, put the phone back into his pocket, uttered a few words in a cold tone, and looked up at him, "What does it have to do with you?"
"Oh~" Xia Xiqing dragged out the last line of his voice, straightened his back, walked to the dressing table, put down the drink, turned around and leaned on the table, "I almost forgot, we Ziheng are used to it and have experienced many battles."
Can this joke be forgotten? Zhou Ziheng regretted it so much. He had to be so idle to stand up for this playboy. He pulled his hat closer in annoyance, pretending to refuse to cooperate and not see Xia Xiqing.
Xia Xiqing had an indifferent expression on her face and turned her head to look at the scattered cosmetics on the dressing table.
"Hey, let me ask you a question."
Zhou Ziheng still frowned and asked impatiently, "What?"
Xia Xiqing put her foot on the horizontal bar of Zhou Ziheng's chair, handed a square cosmetic in a black package to Zhou Ziheng, and opened the lid with a snap. "Big star, you are put on makeup every day, do you know what the color number of this is?"
Glancing at the cosmetics in his hand, it was a square-shaped powder-like object, flesh-pink in color, that looked like blush. Zhou Ziheng looked at him speechlessly, "How should I know?"
"You don't know, let me tell you." Xia Xiqing stretched out her fingers to apply blush on her cheeks, bent down and leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, and with her blush-stained fingers, she pushed aside Zhou Ziheng's hoodie and pinched his earlobe.
His voice contained a warm breath and a frivolous smile, and along with the flesh-pink powder, it was gently pressed and rubbed against Zhou Ziheng's earlobe.
The other hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's belt viciously and pulled it out.
“deep throat.”
Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat stopped for a second. When he reacted, he felt burning all over. He pushed Xia Xiqing away. The ruffian-like perpetrator was extremely happy and leaned on the dressing table laughing.
"You really can't resist teasing, kid." Looking at Zhou Ziheng's angry face, Xia Xiqing took a sip of the drink with satisfaction, biting the tip of the straw with a smile, "This is a punishment for waking me up just now."
"Are you being unreasonable?" Zhou Ziheng stomped on the edge of the dressing table in annoyance.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and said, "What logic is there? I am the logic." After saying that, he glanced at Zhou Ziheng's foot that was stepping next to him. Just as he was about to reach out his hand, Zhou Ziheng saw through him and retracted his foot.
"You're so scared of me." Xia Xiqing laughed, "Hey, do you want to know about other cosmetics? I can tell you."
Zhou Ziheng covered his ears, stood up from the chair and walked out.
Looking at the man's back, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh.
what.
This is so cute.
The reshoot officially began, and all the staff were ready. After completing the overall look, Xia Xiqing walked into the studio. The layout inside remained unchanged, with the same black background and chair.
"Let's change the idea for the second cover. Xiqing, you still sit on the chair, but this time it's cooler." Lin Mo arranged Xia Xiqing to sit on the burgundy cushioned chair. He reached out to straighten his collar, smiled and said softly.
"Attack a little."
Xia Xiqing, with his legs crossed, looked at him with contempt. The tip of his tongue impatiently touched the inner wall of his mouth and then slid down along the teeth.
Zhou Ziheng, who was having his hat and hairstyle fixed by the stylist, could not see Xia Xiqing's expression. He could only see Lin Mo bending down and getting close to Xia Xiqing's face from a distance.
"Ziheng, why are you frowning? Did I just pull your hair?"
Zhou Ziheng came back to his senses immediately, "Oh no, nothing."
The makeup artist came over and said, "Ziheng, Lin Mo said that he needs to draw a little wound on the corner of your mouth."
The reshoot officially began. Unlike the previous posture, Xia Xiqing sat on the chair with his legs crossed. His right elbow rested on the armrest of the exquisitely carved walnut chair, his slightly raised chin supported by the back of his hand. His posture was lazy and his eyes were contemptuous.
Zhou Ziheng sat on the ground, leaning against a chair with his left leg bent and his right leg stretched out. His head, wearing a black hood, was slightly raised, blood was oozing from the wound at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain.
The biggest difference from the previous version is that a black leather belt is tied around Zhou Ziheng's slender neck, with the metal firmly stuck on the side of his neck. The other end of the belt is held in the hand of Xia Xiqing who is sitting on the chair, and is pulled tightly, as if he is pulling his own pet.
The murderer and the victim, the captor and the abuser.
Black and white are reversed, and the situation is reversed.
The author has something to say: Actually, I just want to recommend NARS's blush - Deep Throat
Xia Xiqing, if you keep doing this, your little wolf dog will strike back one day.
By the way, self-study girls, which edition's cover do you like