The director standing nearby looked at the two people in the studio and said, "I felt like they got along really well when they were shooting the second cover. The atmosphere was just right."
Because this version is the real state of the two of them. Lin Mo, who was watching the original film, did not speak, but just smiled, and glanced at Xia Xiqing who was sitting on a chair, tilting her head and letting the makeup artist fix her hair. The lines of her neck were beautiful and elegant.
When his eyes moved downward, he inadvertently met Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
The hostility in this kid's eyes is too obvious.
Lin Mo shrugged at Zhou Ziheng in the distance.
“That’s about it.”
At this time, the person in charge of the lighting team walked over to the director and said, "Director Zhang, when they were checking the voltage just now, they found a problem. We may need to deal with it."
The director greeted Lin Mo, who nodded, "It's okay, this is almost over, they can go for the interview now."
The two of them had almost no time to rest and started the interview directly with makeup on. The female host who had been arranged before had been waiting for a long time. The interview officially started only after the two of them sat down.
At the beginning, they just asked simple questions. Xia Xiqing was not afraid of the camera. He was used to pretending and was also good at dealing with other people's questions. On the contrary, Zhou Ziheng spoke very little, and his answer to each question was rarely more than three sentences.
"After the first episode of "Escape Plan" was broadcast, it became a phenomenal reality show with impressive ratings and aroused a lot of heated discussion online. I would like to ask Ziheng, when you were recording the show, did you expect that it would cause such a big discussion?"
Zhou Ziheng thought for a moment, "Hmm... No, when I was recording the show, I had almost no extra energy to think about anything else. I just wanted to escape."
The host was amused by his serious answer and turned to Xia Xiqing, "What about Xiqing? As a fan, your first time on TV is to record a reality show with your idol. Aren't you excited?"
He is not excited, Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.
"Yes." Xia Xiqing smiled. "Don't think I'm acting calm. I'm actually very excited. I've liked Ziheng for a long time, so having the opportunity to work with him is like winning the jackpot."
He really knows how to say high-sounding words. Zhou Ziheng looked at his profile, the smile on his face was almost impeccable.
"We also know that you, Xi Qing, became an overnight sensation at the launch of The Seagull. Can you share with us how you felt at that time?"
Xia Xiqing blinked slowly, "Hmm... Actually it was quite a coincidence. That was my first time to watch a celebrity live as a fan," he laughed, "So I really didn't expect to appear on camera at the time. I went to sleep after returning home that day. I had no idea that it was on the trending search list. I only found out about it when my friend told me. So I was a little confused during the whole process."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but recall the first scene he met Xia Xiqing.
He was standing in the hotel corridor when his cell phone was knocked down by his bodyguard. He just felt sorry for his behavior, so he picked it up for him and returned it to him personally.
The moment he looked up and met Xia Xiqing's gaze, Zhou Ziheng had to admit that he was indeed stunned by this clean and beautiful face.
The host laughed, "To be honest, when I saw that video, I felt the same as everyone else, that this boy was very good-looking. So, Xi Qing, do you have any thoughts of entering the entertainment industry in the future?"
This question is not easy to answer. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting next to him, quickly realized that he had been in this circle for so many years and was somewhat sensitive. If he answered directly that he was not interested and was still participating in the recording of a reality show, he would definitely be mocked by people who did not like him for "contradicting himself". If he answered that he had such an idea, he would be accused of being too ambitious.
Xia Xiqing tilted his head. "How should I put it? I studied art. In fact, in my eyes, all art is interconnected, whether it is fine arts, music, or even performance. As long as there is something that interests me, the form of expression is not important. So since they are all art, why should there be a division into one circle or another?"
The rhetoric is really amazing.
"That makes sense." The host turned to Zhou Ziheng. "Speaking of which, although Ziheng is young, he is a senior to many people in the entertainment industry. Can you reveal your career plans for the second half of the year? Many fans are concerned about whether you will act in a romance film. After all, you have been acting for so many years and have never had a kissing scene. Everyone thinks it is a pity."
When asked this question, Zhou Ziheng was suddenly stunned, "Well... about the emotional scenes..." He was a little incoherent for a moment, "Actually, I don't have any scenes of this kind in my work in the second half of the year. Yes, I still want to shoot some realistic themes first, such as vulnerable groups or other neglected things. I think as an actor, I still hope to attract everyone's attention to some social phenomena through drama performances and my own influence, and do some positive guidance, um."
Suddenly there was more talk, but it was all just to change the subject.
There were no kissing scenes. Xia Xiqing thought about it and it seemed to be true. It was impossible before he was a minor. After he became an adult, he hardly had scenes with female stars.
"Is Ziheng 20 years old this year?" The host kept asking about his relationship. "Did your family say you could have a relationship? Everyone has been curious about your relationship experience because you almost grew up in the eyes of the audience."
Xia Xiqing couldn't help but look at Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng's expression was still calm, but Xia Xiqing still noticed that he pursed his lips slightly, an action he only did when he was nervous.
"My schedule is very busy every day... How should I put it? I may not even have enough time to go home. I think things like love depend on fate." Zhou Ziheng smiled at the camera.
It depends on fate... This is really official.
But does his answer mean that he has no emotional experience? Xia Xiqing couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, and Zhou Ziheng's first reaction was to avoid his gaze.
"Is that so?" the host asked with a smile, "Then let me ask a question that most of our female compatriots are concerned about. What kind of girl is Ziheng's ideal type?"
Zhou Ziheng raised his hand and touched his neck, his eyes were a little empty, as if he was recalling something, "Hmm... the kind kind, kind and gentle, can give people a feeling of being healed and warmed."
None of them matched, Xia Xiqing curled his lips in self-mockery, but his keen intuition told him that Zhou Ziheng's standards were all meaningful.
Maybe I really liked someone in my heart.
That’s right, we are all twenty-year-old adults. How could we not have been attracted to anyone over the years from childhood to adulthood
"It turns out that Ziheng likes girls who are like little angels. I always feel there is some story behind this." The host joked, but was quickly refuted by Zhou Ziheng, "No, no." He hesitated to speak, and finally put down the hand holding the microphone.
"What about Xi Qing? Your ideal type is..."
Before he could finish his question, all the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the room was plunged into endless darkness in an instant.
"What happened? Did the power outage occur?" The female host was also shocked.
It was as if someone had suddenly grabbed his neck and breathing became difficult. Xia Xiqing felt cold all over and his fingers subconsciously grabbed the leather surface of the sofa, like a drowning person trying to grab a piece of driftwood that could give him comfort.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.
So sad.
Suddenly, a warm and dry palm covered his hand, and a warm current came from the darkness. But the hand seemed to hesitate, and when it covered his fingers, it quickly raised up, then couldn't help but retreat, and finally chose to hold his cold wrist.
For some reason, his breathing frequency gradually returned to normal. Xia Xiqing endured the discomfort and tried hard to divert his attention.
Other voices began to be heard around, the video crew shouted at the lighting crew, the lighting crew kept apologizing, and the interview team negotiated and communicated.
The only voice missing was Zhou Ziheng's.
He was exceptionally silent.
But that hand had been holding Xia Xiqing's wrist tightly, wrapping him with a steady stream of warmth, trying to calm his disrupted pulse.
Xia Xiqing, breathing slightly, turned his head, and as if it were an illusion, there seemed to be a line emitting faint starlight in his field of vision, extending from his wrist. In the darkness that swallowed everything, a figure of a person was outlined beside him, dotted with stars and shining.
I felt inexplicably at ease.
"Okay, okay, the voltage is back on."
Almost in an instant, the moment darkness was replaced by light, the hand left swiftly and silently.
The lights came on one after another, and everything returned to its original state. Everything that happened in the brief darkness became some kind of secret fairy tale. When the clock struck twelve, the effect of the magic completely ended.
Xia Xiqing stared blankly at his empty wrist, and after a while, he looked at Zhou Ziheng beside him. He was still wearing a black hoodie, with an indifferent expression on his face. His left hand, which was away from him, was still holding the microphone as before the accident, while the other hand was in his coat pocket.
"The machine has been adjusted. That part needs to be cut out. Let's start over."
Zhou Ziheng hummed and adjusted his sitting position facing the camera.
Just like the secret hand holding in the darkness that no one knew about, no one knew that his right hand, hidden in his pocket, had beads of sweat on the palm.
Subconsciously, I couldn't control my body. A conditioned reflex was formed when I encountered darkness, just like I couldn't control my heartbeat. It started to tremble as soon as I held him, and it lasted so long that even when the light returned, it was still beating faster and faster out of guilt.
"Back to the question just now," the female host asked with a smile, "Xi Qing, what is your ideal type?"
Xia Xiqing, who had already adjusted his state, looked up and smiled at the camera, "As for me... Actually, before the lights went out, I had already thought of the answer. My ideal type is probably someone who is as fascinating as a work of art." His fingers gently tapped the hand microphone, and his left wrist felt slightly hot. "But now I have some other ideas."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but pursed his lips and clenched his right hand in his pocket.
"Want to change your answer? What about now?"
"Now..." Xia Xiqing's lips curled up slightly, the arc was soft, "a person who radiates light."
Compared to the boundless night sky, the light of a star is so faint.
But as long as he is there, it is not pure darkness.
"As expected of someone who studies art, the descriptions are very abstract and artistic. But I also think that a sunny personality can give people great strength. I feel that in this respect, your ideal types are actually similar."
The host looked at the cue card and said, "Now it's time for netizens to ask questions. We collected some questions from netizens before doing this interview. Here we have selected the ones with the highest number of likes to ask you two questions. The first question is, after the broadcast of "Escape Plan", netizens gave you two a name for your couple, "Self-Study Couple". Did you know this?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "I know."
"I also know that they call themselves the Study Girls." Xia Xiqing laughed, "This is probably the most academically savvy fan nickname I've ever heard."
"So the location for the next test will be a library?" Zhou Ziheng, who had been taciturn all the time, suddenly started to make cold jokes.
Although the joke was a bit cold, Xia Xiqing accepted it with courtesy, "We all have nine years of compulsory education, so why are our self-study girls so outstanding?"
"Pfft, you two are both so funny." The host also laughed. "The second question is from netizens to Xi Qing. Why did you like the blog about Si Rui and you? Do you have a good relationship with Si Rui in private?"
Hearing this question, Zhou Ziheng subconsciously wanted to frown, but he quickly realized that this was a recording session, and his facial expression management allowed him to barely maintain his composure.
Now that the CP war between the three people is at the center of controversy, this kind of problem is almost unavoidable.
Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing was stunned when being asked the question, and asked in confusion, "Who liked it? Me?"
"Huh? No..." The host was amused by his first reaction, and opened his phone and clicked on Xia Xiqing's Weibo homepage, "Yes, you see, it's still on your homepage."
Xia Xiqing took the phone and took a look. It was true. When did he like this CP blog? It has been up for so many days. It is such a huge mistake.
"This... seems to be my careless order." Xia Xiqing returned the phone to the host and joked to himself, "Eating melons is risky, so be careful if your hands slip."
"So it was a slip of the hand?" The host joked with a smile, "Then your and Si Rui's CP fans may be sad."
For some reason, when Zhou Ziheng heard his answer, he suddenly felt relieved. No, to be precise, he felt refreshed.
"No, no," Xia Xiqing explained quickly, "Si Rui and I have a good relationship. He is like my younger brother, very cute. We also chat privately."
Well, Zhou Ziheng's mood, which had just improved, plummeted again after his explanation.
Like a roller coaster.
"Yes, Si Rui once posted the painting you drew for him online. You are really good friends." The host also said.
Xia Xiqing nodded.
The host asked Zhou Ziheng several more questions in a row. Zhou Ziheng's mood was fluctuating and he was not in the right state. Each answer was quite concise and official, which shortened the interview time. Despite this, this was also the norm for Zhou Ziheng's daily interviews, and no one thought there was anything wrong.
"The last question was from a netizen asking Xi Qing: Why do you choose to keep long hair? According to our country's aesthetic standards, most normal boys would choose short hair. Although long hair looks good, it lacks a lot of masculinity. In other words, it's a bit feminine. Would it be more manly to cut it short?"
This question was really embarrassing. Even the host's tone softened. After reading the question, he put on a professional and subtle smile, "Well, this netizen may be more inclined to masculine aesthetics, haha."
What kind of hair I have is none of your business.
This was Xia Xiqing’s first reaction.
Although he was not very happy, pretending was always his specialty. Xia Xiqing kept his demeanor and explained with a gentle smile, "In fact, I was too lazy. I was busy with an art exhibition abroad before, and I didn't have enough time to sleep, let alone get a haircut. Besides, many boys abroad have long hair, which is also normal. In fact, I think aesthetics is a very personal thing. If everything is normalized, the world seems not so interesting."
The host also felt that Xia Xiqing was already quite polite and cultured, so he quickly added.
"Yes, aesthetics should be diversified. In fact, in the previous question, it was mentioned that normal boys don't choose short hair. I also think that... How should I put it? I saw such a sentence in a book - the scope of 'normal people' is constantly expanding, which should be one of the most outstanding contributions to the development of modern civilization, so..." The host was trying to smooth things over when Zhou Ziheng suddenly spoke.
"Normal people," Zhou Ziheng said calmly, "Who defines normal people?"
There wasn't much emotion in his tone, just like the most commonplace question, but it had an inexplicable power of deterrence, and even the female host sitting opposite him didn't react for a moment.
Zhou Ziheng stared at the camera with deep eyes and stated his own views, "If this evaluation system is determined by some of our peers, then can I also redefine a new set of standards? For example, men can grow long hair and wear skirts and choose to stand on the side of protection, and women can get rid of long-standing prejudices and constraints and do whatever they want."
No one at the scene expected Zhou Ziheng to ask such a question, and the host's professional qualities in on-the-spot reaction were completely disrupted by his aura.
Even Xia Xiqing was shocked.
Before this moment, Xia Xiqing was quite confident that he had figured out Zhou Ziheng. In his mind, this person had a face and figure that were naturally full of aura, but his heart was as innocent and even naive as a child.
But now, he realized that he was wrong. He did not see through the truly powerful core in this person's heart.
Zhou Ziheng leaned back on the sofa, ignoring the camera calmly, and continued to ask, "Just like the classic 'color blindness paradox', how can we prove that we are normal people, rather than abnormal people under another set of evaluation systems?"
The interview scene suddenly became silent and the topic suddenly became deep and sensitive, which no one expected.
Xia Xiqing smiled, his tone calm and calm.
"yes."
"We are created to be ourselves, not just to be 'normal'."
The author has something to say: Popular Science: What is the color blindness paradox
There was a man who had a strange color blindness. He saw two colors differently from others. He saw blue as green and green as blue.
But he himself does not know that he is different from others. Others see the sky as blue, but he sees it as green, but he calls it the same as others, "blue"; the grass is green, but he sees it as blue, but he calls blue "green". Therefore, he and others do not know that he is different from others.
Question 1: How to let him know that he is different from others
Question 2: How do you prove that you are not the protagonist in the above question
This is a very classic paradox in history. Peking University scholar Zhou Ziheng cited this paradox here to refute the netizen's view that "normal boys don't have long hair" and question what a normal person is and how to prove that he is a normal person. This shows that the question itself is meaningless.
This is not about whether we choose to be part of the majority or not; it is a question of choice, of the ego.
Zhou Ziheng discussed the rationality of the existence of the category of "normal". In other words, as long as the word "normal" appears, there must be its opposite that is classified as abnormal. For example, if society now recognizes homosexuality as normal, then is heterosexuality abnormal? (Here it means that in most people's minds, the two are opposite, but in reality, orientations are not opposite and even overlap)
In short, in Zhou Ziheng's view, the existence of the word "normal" is a paradox, and its rationality cannot be proven. Of course, we must exclude human nature from the discussion, otherwise there may be a sophistry that "antisocial personality" is also a normal person.
It has nothing to do with personal choice. Everyone has the right to choose any lifestyle. This is a micro concept.
In my personal opinion, no one should limit their life possibilities by any category, and there is no need to become a "normal person" just to become "normal".