How could Xia Xiqing refuse such an exciting thing as eloping
But in his heart, he should be the one who initiated the elopement. Forget it, just let these small details go. Xia Xiqing didn't realize that once he met Zhou Ziheng, even his brother automatically became a small detail that could be left alone. He just wanted to go with him, no reason.
"Drive my car, and let Xiao Luo drive your car back for you." Zhou Ziheng took a hand out of his pocket and opened the passenger door for him.
Xia Xiqing noticed that he had changed his car, although it was still a very low-key Lexus LS. He patted the door and got into the passenger seat, "Where is the boulevard from before?"
Zhou Ziheng walked around, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat. "That's the nanny car."
"I see. I've disliked that car for a long time." Xia Xiqing smiled. Zhou Ziheng rolled down the car window. He gave his car keys to Xiao Luo. Seeing Xiao Luo's nervous face, Xia Xiqing leaned on the car window and smiled at him, "It's okay. You can drive it as you like. It's insured."
"Just crash it. It's such a flashy car." Zhou Ziheng grinned evilly.
"Only your dark complexion is good looking, with a moderate aesthetic."
Xiao Luo was sweating profusely as he held the keys in his hand. He could only maintain a fake smile and watch the two young masters drive away.
Xia Xiqing had never been curious about Zhou Ziheng's family background. Fans in the fan circle like to flatter. Stars from middle-class families can be touted as second-generation rich, and those from second-generation rich families are even more exaggerated. Those whose family has a public official are touted as several generations of celebrities. People in the circle of second-generation rich people have no interest in such watered-down backgrounds.
But now he feels more and more that Zhou Ziheng is not a child from an ordinary family, not because of his daily dressing or house and car, these are nothing for a star, even that high-end apartment, Zhou Ziheng's status, or the money he has accumulated over the years, can completely afford it. For Xia Xiqing, apart from material things, Zhou Ziheng's own personality and ideas simply reflect a perfect family, happy and harmonious without losing the atmosphere of fireworks, with moral constraints but respect for great freedom of thought.
He looked at Zhou Ziheng's profile as he was concentrating on driving, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.
"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng, who was waiting for the green light, was still looking ahead. "Are you still complaining about my aesthetics? Or do you think your Cayenne is not flashy at all?"
"You're right. That's my most low-key car." Xia Xiqing laughed, "It's a daily car. Let me give you an example. This office lady," he pointed to a female white-collar worker walking in front of him with a black commuter bag, "My car is this black commuter bag. It's for daily use, can hold a lot, and is durable."
Zhou Ziheng frowned, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?", and while the red light was just around the corner, he quickly peeled a raspberry-flavored lollipop, stuffed it into his mouth, and stepped on the accelerator.
Xia Xiqing's index finger grabbed the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's hoodie and wrapped it around, "If she goes to a nightclub, she definitely won't carry this bag. Just like the really flashy cars are used to hook people, and..." The finger suddenly stopped, and the voice was lowered, "car sex."
Zhou Ziheng, who was not prepared at all, almost stepped on the brakes. Xia Xiqing was particularly happy about this, and every time Zhou Ziheng heard this kind of dirty joke, his reaction was very good.
"Don't get excited." Xia Xiqing shrugged with pretended regret, "Due to the special nature of our profession, there is probably no possibility for us to try this play."
Zhou Ziheng, holding a lollipop in his mouth, turned to him and raised his right eyebrow, "You like driving so much, I'll go down and you can drive yourself?"
"No, that won't work. There must be at least two people driving." Xia Xiqing patted his face and grabbed the stick of the lollipop. Zhou Ziheng still had the steering wheel in his hand and didn't dare to joke with him, so he let him take the lollipop away.
"Hmm... too sweet." Xia Xiqing spoke vaguely with a lollipop in her mouth. Zhou Ziheng looked at the traffic in front of him, but his mind couldn't help but think of the scene of Xia Xiqing lying on his shoulder and panting that morning.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of those distracting images so that he could concentrate.
Xia Xiqing, who was eating candy, stopped making dirty jokes. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Xia Xiu Ze.
[I'm leaving now. Please help me eat the cake. I'll take you out to play in a couple of days and celebrate your birthday alone. Happy birthday.]
As usual, he received an immediate reply from Xia Xiu Ze.
[Brother, do you think my birthday is really worth celebrating? I mean, is anyone really happy when I was born?]
This post was withdrawn again in seconds, right after Xia Xiqing read it.
Staring at the withdrawal reminder at the bottom of the screen, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath and gave him the answer.
[I was annoyed at first, and honestly, I hated it.]
[But now I think that your birth as my younger brother is the only thing that makes me happy in this family.]
He wanted to type "Don't reply to this message", but a voice call came in when he was halfway through typing. Xia Xiqing was so scared that he shivered and pressed the speakerphone button.
"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu, brother, I love you, wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."
Xia Xiu Ze's ghostly and wolf-howling confession was always earth-shattering no matter how many times you heard it.
Xia Xiqing maintained his composure until the end and said, "Please calm down and don't make phone calls." Then he decisively ended the confession and breathed a sigh of relief.
How could he be such a cool guy, have such a clingy brother
Zhou Ziheng found it interesting, "Your brother is so cute."
Xia Xiqing bit the candy ball that had not yet completely melted, put his hand into Zhou Ziheng's hoodie, and touched his ear, "You are also very cute."
The hands holding the steering wheel suddenly began to sweat. Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and pretended to look ahead calmly. His ears, which had been touched, were already extremely hot.
He seemed to have to tell himself a million times that [they are not in love] to dispel his overly sweet fantasy. He even wondered if the chemical reaction he had was just a temporary mood swing, after all, it was so easy for people to be ambiguous nowadays.
The chemical reaction caused by the collision of hormones was beyond his knowledge. It was difficult for him to remain calm.
If Xia Xiqing didn't find out that he liked him a little bit, maybe they could continue to maintain this relationship. Although it was a bit strange, he had to admit that he was already enjoying it a little bit.
Xia Xiqing browsed Weibo for a while and found that his comments had gone completely astray, with almost all of his fans calling him Mrs. Zhou.
"It's just... "
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng asked.
"No, nothing." Xia Xiqing stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket and took a look outside. It was pitch black all around, and even the street lights were much less. It seemed that they had already left the city. "What kind of hell is this place? You're not going to rape and kill me and dump my body in the wilderness, are you?"
Zhou Ziheng said seriously: "Do you know what role I want to try the most?"
"Pervert." Xia Xiqing answered immediately.
"A perverted murderer."
"That's strange." Xia Xiqing looked in the rearview mirror, "I noticed that you weren't worried about the paparazzi following you at all."
"You just realized it now?"
Xia Xiqing curled his lips. Finally, a building appeared in front of them. It didn't look like anything special. If there was any special feature, it looked a bit like a government department compound.
"Where is this? Didn't you say you would elope with me? I thought we were going to an uninhabited island on a private plane."
Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes at Xia Xiqing and, as they were almost at the door, he slowed down the car, "Do you think this is acting?"
"Aren't you an actor?" Xia Xiqing smiled and saw a middle-aged man in uniform standing next to the gate with a horizontal bar. And it was not an ordinary uniform, but the kind with a badge on the shoulder.
He was muttering to himself when he saw Zhou Ziheng driving to the gate sentry post, rolling down the window and greeting the man standing outside, "Uncle Meng." The car stopped in front of the railing.
"Ziheng is here." The man looked at Xia Xiqing who was sitting in the passenger seat, then his gaze returned to Zhou Ziheng, "Friend?"
"Yeah." Zhou Ziheng didn't say much. The man waved his hand toward the sentry post, and the horizontal bar opened to allow people to pass.
Xia Xiqing was not surprised that Zhou Ziheng came from a military family. This had always been a rumor among fans, but no one knew to what extent.
It looks quite big.
Zhou Ziheng drove the car for a short distance before he stopped and took Xia Xiqing out of the car. After standing outside for a while, Xia Xiqing looked up and found that the stars here seemed brighter.
"Ziheng."
Hearing someone calling him, Xia Xiqing looked over and saw another man wearing the same uniform, who looked to be in his early thirties.
"Brother Cheng." Zhou Ziheng responded.
"You brought friends with you today." Brother Cheng spoke in Beijing dialect. He was not talkative but very polite. "Come with me to the car." After that, he took the Warrior Jeep and took them in. He didn't chat with Zhou Ziheng much, just said to go back and see your parents more often. When he dropped them off at the training ground, he threw a bunch of keys to Zhou Ziheng and said, "Let me know when you've had enough fun and I'll pick you up."
Zhou Ziheng took the key, answered, and took Xia Xiqing into this seemingly ordinary building.
"Now you can tell me where this is."
"A place that paparazzi dare not approach." Zhou Ziheng led him to a door with the number 23 on it, and looked for the key to open the door. When the door opened, it was pitch black inside. Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand and pressed the switch of the headlight at the door.
Lights lit up in the dark training ground. The empty indoor training ground was as big as a football field. In the distance, there was a row of targets standing upright, which was very beautiful.
"Is this... a shooting range?" Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng's extremely calm profile.
"If you don't add a long string of prefixes that might be censored, you're right." Zhou Ziheng pulled him to the equipment room, which was filled with various types of guns and weapons.
"Are these all live ammunition?" Xia Xiqing couldn't believe it.
"This place is not open to the public. The troops are training with live ammunition." Zhou Ziheng picked up an imported AUG rifle and handed it to Xia Xiqing. He picked up an 88-type sniper rifle and said, "Try these two first."
Give it a try? Xia Xiqing looked at the black sniper rifle in his hand, his heart pounding.
Weapons have a natural attraction to men. Xia Xiqing had only touched ordinary-level pistols when he was abroad before, and he just played with them. He had never pulled the trigger. Now, he suddenly had a heavy military assault rifle in his hand, and his blood was about to boil.
Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and was only wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. He then put on a dark blue shock-proof vest, orange-yellow shooting glasses, and took a pair of noise-absorbing earmuffs from the table. He walked towards Xia Xiqing with his long legs, looking so handsome.
How could I have such good taste? Xia Xiqing sighed again and again, it was stunningly good.
"It's going to be very loud later." Zhou Ziheng reached out and tucked Xia Xiqing's hair behind his ears, then put on noise-canceling earmuffs for him. Xia Xiqing just looked up at him with his head slightly tilted back, which was his favorite posture.
"What are you looking at?"
In fact, the noise-canceling earmuffs made Zhou Ziheng's voice very small, but Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at his mouth, could imagine the tone of Zhou Ziheng's words just by relying on lip reading.
"Look at the handsome guy."
Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt embarrassed and licked his lower lip. His eyes behind the orange goggles glanced away and then fell back on Xia Xiqing's face.
Xia Xiqing didn't intend to tease him anymore and took off his earmuffs. "Do you come here often?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "I come here to vent when I'm stressed."
"For example?" Xia Xiqing couldn't think of any time when he would feel stressed. After all, Zhou Ziheng had so much positive energy that he could line up people on the road to recharge.
Zhou Ziheng didn't reply, so Xia Xiqing pressed on, "When was the last time you came here?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was when was the last time he brought people here, but the words turned around.
"Last week."
"Last week?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Wasn't that before he went to Shanghai to record the show
"What did you come here for last week? To relieve exam stress?"
Zhou Ziheng glanced at him, lowered his head to set up the sniper rifle, and said in a muffled voice, "If you say so, then so be it."
What kind of answer is this? Xia Xiqing shrugged indifferently. Seeing that he was about to shoot, he quickly put on his noise-canceling earmuffs. Zhou Ziheng fired a sniper shot, and his accuracy was quite good. It was obvious that he had practiced a lot. He now understood why so many fans in the fan circle begged him to play the police and the killer. This face, this figure, and a gun were simply hormonal.
After Zhou Ziheng warmed up, he got up and started teaching. He took a vest and put it on Xia Xiqing, then began to explain some precautions for the first shooting.
"Can I not wear this?"
"Your shoulders will hurt tomorrow if you don't wear it." Zhou Ziheng helped him put on his glasses, picked up the a.u.g on the table, loaded it skillfully, and handed it to Xia Xiqing.
"Won't you take me to practice for a while?" Xia Xiqing was still a little immersed in the beauty of the moment he just loaded the gun.
"Take it." Zhou Ziheng walked around behind Xia Xiqing, held both of his hands and lifted them up high.
"Relax your shoulders, look straight at the target, and concentrate." Zhou Ziheng hugged Xia Xiqing with his whole body, "Don't be afraid, there will be a little recoil later, I will hold you all the time."
He had been joking around just now, but now he had to start practicing with real weapons. Xia Xiqing was a little nervous. He looked at the target in the distance, but he felt like he couldn't focus.
"Take a deep breath." Zhou Ziheng's voice was right beside his ear. In order to make him hear clearly even with the earmuffs on, he got very close, and his lips, which always made people feel cold, were about to touch Xia Xiqing's ear. "Every time your heart beats, it will cause a slight vibration in your body, affecting the accuracy, so try to slow down your heartbeat."
But Xia Xiqing felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
"Let's just try a random shot, don't be nervous." His hands were still tightly holding Xia Xiqing's gun-holding hands, and his thumbs rubbed Xia Xiqing's fingers gently and soothingly.
"three… "
"two… "
"one."
The moment he pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out, and the powerful recoil pushed him back hard, pressing against Zhou Ziheng's chest. That kind of force seemed to force itself into Zhou Ziheng's body, like a wooden wedge driven into the heart.
In a time so short that it could hardly be grasped, all the things that could be called troubles were blown away by this shot. After a loud bang, there were only two people left in the world, him, and Zhou Ziheng, who hugged him and never let go.
"How was it? Was it stress-relieving?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earmuffs and looked at the target. "You are very talented. You are much better than my first time."
Xia Xiqing completely fell in love with shooting. Being naturally brave, he hardly needed any help from Zhou Ziheng. He quickly got the hang of it on his own and almost hit the ten ring several times.
It was the first time that Zhou Ziheng saw the usually lazy Xia Xiqing so enthusiastic about something. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Although he brought him here, it was not his original intention to be completely left out. Zhou Ziheng couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he stood up and walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Is it so fun?"
Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at him, "It's fun. More fun than you."
Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but laugh, "How can you be more fun than me?"
He imitated Zhou Ziheng's previous posture of loading the gun, "It wants me to load, but you won't."
Here it comes again. Zhou Ziheng chuckled, "You have some idea, right?"
Xia Xiqing pointed the gun at Zhou Ziheng's chest and said with a rogue look on his face, "Do you want to let me go?"
"You are really hardcore in forcing yourself on me." Zhou Ziheng didn't even bother to raise his hands, "I won't obey."
Xia Xiqing pressed the muzzle of the gun against his chest muscle and said, "You'd better be smart, or I'll kill you first and then rape you."
"I have never known what to do."
"Any last words?" Xia Xiqing curled the corners of his mouth like a professional killer.
“Last words…” Zhou Ziheng put his hands in his pockets lazily, looked up, and looked like he was thinking seriously, “Half of my inheritance will be donated to build Hope Primary Schools, the other half will be used to build roads in the mountainous areas, and the rest…” He suddenly leaned over, put his gun against his head and moved closer, and his warm breath slowly sprayed on the nose of the armed killer.
"Buy all the paintings Xia Xiqing drew for me and bury them with me."
After saying that, he kissed Xia Xiqing, who was slightly dazed.
A quick kiss took away not only the gun in his hand, but also his heart that was beating so wildly that he couldn't hold the weapon steadily.