Xia Xiqing never thought that there would be a time when he would fall in love with someone else.
He always told others that the biggest misunderstanding people have about love is that they always take the emotional fluctuations during the period of ambiguity as heartbeats, and take the disorder of the heartbeat at that moment as evidence to confirm that they have fallen in love. But too often, these fluctuations are just ripples on the lake surface, which will be smoothed out quickly after that moment.
He wasn't sure if his current emotional fluctuations were the moment when ripples began to bloom, he was only sure that he was enjoying this moment.
"I can't even hold the gun steadily." Zhou Ziheng shook the A.U.G. in his hand with a triumphant smile on his face.
The last words just now were probably just a joke. Xia Xiqing tried to find clues from the expression on his face to support his guess. This was not easy, after all, he was facing an actor.
The two of them were just joking.
Thinking this way, Xia Xiqing felt a lot less burdened. He pursed his lower lip and looked frivolous, "It doesn't matter if this gun is unstable. Next time I'll let you try my other guns to see if they are stable."
Zhou Ziheng laughed. Why was this guy so persistent? "I tried it last time, but it wasn't very stable. It went off as soon as I touched it."
"You've become successful now." Xia Xiqing kicked his shin, but Zhou Ziheng dodged it and hugged him in his arms.
"Just kidding, just kidding."
"Don't hug me." Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Don't hug me like you're hugging a woman."
Zhou Ziheng heard such words from him twice. He wondered if Xia Xiqing minded that he had liked a girl before, but such an idea was too excessive. It was more likely that Xia Xiqing just wanted to occupy a dominant position.
"Then hug me." Zhou Ziheng opened his arms.
Xia Xiqing glanced at him. With his height, he would look like a girl no matter how she hugged him.
"Get lost! Who wants to hug you?" Xia Xiqing wanted to take the gun from his hand. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhou Ziheng grabbed it and asked anxiously, "Is your hand injured?"
Injured? Xia Xiqing was a little confused, but he quickly reacted.
"Ah, that was red paint, accidentally smeared on it, not blood."
Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief and tried to rub it. It turned out to be paint. "You scared me. You painted before you went out."
"Ah?... Yeah." Xia Xiqing was not used to being cared for so much. He calmly withdrew his hand, took the gun from Zhou Ziheng's hand, put on earmuffs and started practicing shooting again.
Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to ask him what kind of painting he was doing, but seeing his expression, he didn't ask any more questions. He sat aside and took out his cell phone. He had been busy with auditions, meetings with the screenwriter and director, and dinner with the investors in the evening. He was so dizzy that he didn't even have time to check WeChat.
As expected, WeChat messages were full. Zhou Ziheng picked out a few important work messages and replied first, then saw Shang Sirui's message.
[Si Rui: Ziheng! Have you seen the picture Xi Qingxin drew for you?]
[Si Rui: Share the picture.]
The watercolor painting that Zhou Ziheng saw Shang Sirui sent him was a scene from his sophomore final exam pre. The PPT displayed in the upper right corner had a dark red background.
It turns out that this was painted on.
[Ziheng: Did he send it to you?]
[Si Rui: No, I saved it from his Weibo.]
When Zhou Ziheng saw the message, he immediately opened his Weibo account and found that he had received a lot of mentions from people he didn't follow. He clicked on it and saw that it was indeed the painting that Xia Xiqing had posted.
[Study Girl Go: Zhou Ziheng, come in and see the painting your wife drew for you!]
[Who doesn’t like self-study: Zhou Ziheng, what is it like to be in love with a painter? ]
[The sweetest self-study couple in the universe: Zhou Ziheng, I declare that you and this beautiful artist are locked together, and I have swallowed the key!]
My wife
What new saying is this
In addition to the overwhelming comments from CP fans, there are also some Zhou Ziheng fans who found Xia Xiqing's Weibo.
[Ziheng Universe No. 1 Attack: Thank you, Madam, for sharing.]
[Zhou Ziheng's wife: Thank you, ma'am, but some of the Xipi fans please respect yourself, it's a disease to imagine too much.]
[My Heng is super A: What are the Xipi fans yelling about? Zhou Ziheng can't stand it anymore, okay? I'm really fed up with being pulled every day.]
…
Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips.
Is he straight? If it was before, he should be quite straight, but now...
Moreover, the degree of imagination of CP fans and the actual progress of the two of them now should be about the same... right.
However, the comments became more and more noisy, and Xia Xiqing's fans also came out to protect their cub with an attitude of "Are you bullying our young painter because he has no fans?"
Really, if anyone is going to be protected, it shouldn’t be you little girls who do it.
Zhou Ziheng clicked the forward button and typed a line of words.
[Zhou Ziheng: Thank you, ma’am.]
He didn't think there was anything wrong with it, as everyone in this circle seemed to call artists this way, with "big wife" and the like. But the CP fans below went crazy.
[Maybe you also do self-study: Ahhhhhh, a real wife-protecting maniac!]
[My CP loves and hates each other every day: Damn, she called me Madam!! She really called me Madam!]
[Happy self-study: Zhou Ziheng is awesome! Broken voice (If I had such a beautiful wife, I would be awesome too)]
[The self-study girl is super cute: Ah, the tears of the self-study girl are worthless, Zhou Ziheng, why are you so spoiled! (How does it feel for some toxic fans to be slapped in the face? It’s enough to go to Xiqing’s Weibo and ky.)]
[Study Girl Go: Studying is so exciting, it's like Chinese New Year every day.]
"What are you doing?"
Zhou Ziheng looked up and found that Xia Xiqing had taken off her glasses and earmuffs, shook her beautiful black hair and walked towards him.
"Ah? Checking Weibo..."
Xia Xiqing stretched lazily and said, "I wanted to hit a ten-ring, but it's so difficult." He sat down next to Zhou Ziheng.
"Stop hitting me. Your arm will hurt tomorrow if you keep hitting me." Zhou Ziheng stood up and said, "Let's go home."
"I'm hungry." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng. His eyes were big among boys, with deep double eyelids and long, dense eyelashes. His dark pupils were always bright and moist. He always smiled frivolously and gently, and when he didn't show any expression, he looked innocent and pitiful.
Zhou Ziheng pulled him up and said, "I have some cordyceps chicken soup that my mother sent over yesterday. I'll get it for you to make noodles with when we get home."
I was kissed, touched, and cooked for. Even if I didn't get to have sex, it was still worth it so far. Xia Xiqing was in a good mood and followed Zhou Ziheng out of the shooting training ground.
The last time he went to Zhou Ziheng's house was when Xia Xiqing forcefully kissed him. When he thought of this incident, he felt a little embarrassed. On the other hand, he was a little puzzled. Why did Zhou Ziheng agree to fool around with him now when he was so angry last time
"You wear my slippers." Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of navy blue slippers and placed them in front of him.
Xia Xiqing said, "Oh," and then seemed to remember something, "I can wear my own shoes when I get home." It was just two steps away. Zhou Ziheng took out another pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet, which looked like they were for entertaining guests. He didn't even look up, "If you don't like my shoes, go back and get your own."
Xia Xiqing laughed, "I didn't, I just didn't want to wrong you." Then he changed into Zhou Ziheng's slippers, which were very soft but much bigger.
"You have really big feet."
"I'm 1.92 meters tall."
"Oh wow that's amazing."
“It’s just amazing.”
The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time. Xia Xiqing groaned that he was hungry, and walked to the living room without any hesitation in his ill-fitting slippers. The last time he came, he was busy hanging out with Zhou Ziheng in the entrance hall and didn't even look inside. It was only then that he realized that there was a large swimming pool in Zhou Ziheng's living room.
"Your decoration is pretty good. You can tell at a glance that you are a rich man." Xia Xiqing squatted by the swimming pool and dipped his finger in the water to scratch it. "I'll carve one tomorrow."
"Aren't you tired?" Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and put it on the sofa, then walked to the refrigerator and opened the double doors. "If you want to swim over to my place, that would be fine."
After saying this, he felt a little regretful. Was he too impatient? Xia Xiqing couldn't go swimming anywhere if she wanted.
Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. He wanted to say what would happen if their relationship broke down, just like he and his former lovers, who were no longer in touch. But he felt that it would be too embarrassing to say that. It didn't seem like a physical relationship at all, but more like a real relationship.
"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that." Xia Xiqing stood up and jumped twice, pretending to be relaxed. Zhou Ziheng thought he was going to jump down, so he quickly said, "I didn't turn on the thermostat."
"If I don't swim now, I'm starving." Xia Xiqing dragged his feet to Zhou Ziheng's sofa and lay down, letting out a comfortable sigh. Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he turned on the TV for him and stuffed the remote control into his hand. The TV was playing a boring idol drama at eight o'clock, with weird dubbing and bloody plots. In the distance, you could hear the sound of Zhou Ziheng cooking in the kitchen, the clinking of metals, the gurgling sound of soup, mixed together, full of fireworks.
Xia Xiqing was lying on the sofa, feeling quiet and a little uncomfortable. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.
It's like... I have my own home.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, he tried desperately to suppress it, trying to divert attention and make himself look less pitiful. The only thing he could do was to complain about the TV series as much as he could.
"Who made the filter for this drama? The saturation is probably set to blind the audience."
"The female lead's skirt... I really don't understand the current fashion styles. Zhou Ziheng, please don't act in idol dramas. If you do, I will immediately stop being a fan."
"This plot... Newton's coffin can no longer be held down."
"Actually, the male lead looks OK. He would look better if his nose was a little higher. His eyebrows and eyes are quite three-dimensional."
But it is far inferior to Zhou Ziheng.
As he was speaking, Zhou Ziheng came over with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, put it on the coffee table with a thud, and his face was gloomy.
"So fast?" Xia Xiqing sat up from the sofa, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I wonder if you can be full just by looking at handsome guys?" Zhou Ziheng turned around and walked over to get his portion. Xia Xiqing knelt on the sofa with his hands on the upper edge of the sofa backrest, smiled at Zhou Ziheng's back and said, "Look at you, 70% full. If you give me more, I will be 100% full."
Zhou Ziheng came over with another bowl in his hand and said, "Then you can watch the one on TV."
"Forget it then." Xia Xiqing sat down and picked up his chopsticks. "My aesthetic standards are very high. You are the only one in this circle who can barely be considered handsome."
"Reluctantly?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"No, no, no." Xia Xiqing got off the sofa and sat on the carpet, quickly taking his own bowl of noodles to avoid Zhou Ziheng using it as a threat, "Just a little worse than mine." The soup in the bowl was golden, Xia Xiqing blew open the emerald green onions and took a sip, "It's delicious, your aunt's cooking skills are really good."
Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to say that it was my mother’s cooking skills that were good, but he didn’t want to say that in front of Xia Xiqing.
After eating a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, Xia Xiqing felt warm all over his internal organs and broke out in a light sweat. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, rested his arms on his bent leg, and rested his chin lazily on his knee. Even his voice became lazy, like a cat that had been basking in the sun.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly wanted to buy a cat.
After eating and drinking, Xia Xiqing opened his Weibo and found that Zhou Ziheng had reposted his Weibo and even wrote something like "Thank you, Madam." He immediately got angry and said, "Fuck Zhou Ziheng, are you crazy? You call me Madam just because someone calls me Madam."
"Is there anything wrong with that? Isn't that what everyone calls me?" Zhou Ziheng used his acting skills to play dumb.
"You..." Xia Xiqing held back his breath, "Delete your Weibo post for me."
"You can't delete it. If you delete it, it will become a hot topic." Zhou Ziheng took a sip of water. "Originally, only my fans knew about it. Once I delete the Weibo post, the whole internet will know about it."
"You! You're awesome." Although Xia Xiqing was angry, Zhou Ziheng was telling the truth. He didn't want everyone to know about it, otherwise he would definitely be laughed at by Xia Zhixu and his gang. Thinking of this, he just wanted to turn the page quickly and picked up a random topic to say, "This actor has a lot of resources recently."
"Yeah." Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced down at Xia Xiqing who was watching TV. Although he didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing talking about other men in his house, he saw that Xia Xiqing didn't seem to be angry with him anymore, and he was a little compromising, even wanting to sell out news about his colleagues to please him. So Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's shoulder with his knee, "Want to hear gossip?"
Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "Are there any melons?"
He put his hand on Zhou Ziheng's knee and shook it, which made Zhou Ziheng feel confused. Moreover, from this angle, Xia Xiqing's chest was clearly visible. Zhou Ziheng raised his head and faced the TV upright. "Actually, I don't have much gossip. I only know a lot of things in the circle after seeing the paparazzi expose them."
Well, Xia Xiqing believed this.
"But during the evening social event, the investor who came was quite unreliable. What he said at the dinner made us all very embarrassed. After a few drinks, he started telling Director Kun that he wanted to insert a role."
Xia Xiqing pointed at the male protagonist on TV, "Is that him?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded, "He was drunk and kept saying that this actor was good-looking and exciting. The more he talked, the more wrong things seemed to be. We couldn't stop him even if we wanted to."
It turns out to be the sponsor. Xia Xiqing chuckled, "Then what?"
"Director Kun said let's talk about it later. The script hasn't been finalized yet." Speaking of the script, Zhou Ziheng added, "That man kept forcing Xu Bian to drink, but Director Kun and I stopped him."
"Fuck? He still wants to mess with Xu Qichen?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, his face changed. Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable seeing him like this.
"No, he didn't drink. He didn't say much the whole time."
Of course, Xu Qichen looks gentle, but in fact he is more stubborn than anyone else. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but snort, "You even dare to touch our Chenchen. We can't let that person know about this, otherwise he will explode."
When Zhou Ziheng heard that his name was Xu Bianchenchen, he felt even more upset. He couldn't think of the right words to ask for a long time. Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing spoke first, "Xu Qichen and I were high school classmates. I bet you that you will never meet such a pitiful child in your life."
The name "child" also made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.
"He had a happy family, but after the high school entrance exam, he went on a road trip to Sanjiakou and got into a car accident. His parents were gone, and he was left alone when he woke up one night." Xia Xiqing sighed, "He was very withdrawn when he was in high school. If it weren't for that idiot who pestered him every day, he would have committed suicide long ago."
Zhou Ziheng had never thought that the seemingly gentle and polite screenwriter had actually encountered such a thing. "Then what?"
"Everything was going well, and he was a lot more cheerful. Who knew that someone was saying he was gay? They even fabricated rumors that he had an improper relationship with his class teacher, forcing him to transfer to another school." Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and glanced at Zhou Ziheng, "Do you want to ask him if he is really gay?"
"He fell in love with that idiot who was always pestering him, but it was always a secret crush. In fact, that person also liked him, but they were both kept in the dark for ten years like idiots. They even stopped communicating because of that rumor and had no news from each other for several years."
His voice was a little hoarse. "For someone like Xu Qichen, it's not too bad to become evil, but he has always been kind and only dares to hurt himself because he has someone he has always loved, and he doesn't want that person to see his bad side."
Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, but he sensed Xia Xiqing's emotional fluctuations.
Xia Xiqing raised his chin, his eyes still staring forward, his voice full of contempt, "I'm different. If I'm hurt, I'll do everything I can to get back at you. If I don't feel good, no one else will feel good either. Everyone can't escape and have to suffer with me. Anyway, there's no one in this world that I care about enough to be bad, so it doesn't matter if I'm completely rotten."
It really doesn't matter.
When he was very young, he tried his best to get the first place in the school, and collected certificates like stamps. He would run home to show them to his parents, but they would only glance at them and praise him when they were in a good mood. All they cared about was business and endless quarrels. Later, he found that when he got into fights outside, he could hear his parents say a few more words to him when he got home. Even if they scolded him, it was much better than pretending he didn't exist. He became worse and worse, skipping classes, drinking, and deliberately getting the last place in the class. At this time, he actually got more "care".
How ironic.
My heart felt cold and my hair was suddenly rubbed.
Zhou Ziheng sat on the carpet, stretched out his hands and hugged Xia Xiqing in his arms, kissing his hair several times when he wasn't paying attention, "I think what you just said is wrong."
Xia Xiqing was hugged so tightly by him that she had difficulty speaking and could not understand what Zhou Ziheng meant. "What did you say?"
Zhou Ziheng patted his back gently, his voice so gentle that it was killing him, "I say you are wrong, he is not the most pitiful child I have ever met in my life."
Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, Xia Xiqing was already angry. He was about to push him away, but Zhou Ziheng hugged him even tighter.
"Whoever pushed me is the most pitiful kid." His voice was full of warmth and laughter. It sounded like a joke, but somehow it calmed Xia Xiqing's anxiety. He felt so ashamed that he was looked down upon by a guy who was five years younger than him. He couldn't help but sneered, "Anyway, I'm not."
"Yes. You are not." Zhou Ziheng held him and swung him around like he was coaxing a child. He also took Xia Xiqing's hand and placed it on his back. He bent his long legs and sandwiched him in the middle, forming a posture where the two of them were hugging each other and they couldn't run away.
"Who is that?" Xia Xiqing asked in a bad tone, but he did not put down his hands that were forced to rest on his back.
Zhou Ziheng rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head, and held him in his arms. His voice was light and warm, like a feather-shaped cotton candy, floating down slowly, dangling for a long time, and finally floating into Xia Xiqing's hand, "Yes, who is it?"
After the rising ending tone ended, Zhou Ziheng laughed in his ear.
Xia Xiqing suddenly forgot how to be angry.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng changed his account to a second account and posted a comment on the Weibo post where Xia Xiqing shared her watercolor painting, trying to fish in troubled waters, hiding among a bunch of comments from self-study girls - [Hello, Mrs. Zhou.]