When Xia Xiqing came out of the elevator, he found five or six girls standing at the door. He immediately thought they might be fans or something, but as soon as he approached the revolving door, those girls surrounded him.
"Do you have any more masks?" Xia Xiqing nudged Xu Qichen, who was already wearing a mask, with his elbow. Xu Qichen spread his hands and said, "No more, only one."
Xia Xiqing sighed, "You do have a burden." It was also his fault that he was not well prepared. He had no choice but to go out.
The little girls all held up their cell phones and shouted Xia Xiqing's name.
"Brother Xiqing, what are you doing here?"
Xia Xiqing also imitated her tone and said, "Let's play."
Several girls were laughing and vying to talk to him. Xia Xiqing felt strange. It was obviously a private trip, so how did they know about it
"How did you find me?"
One of the girls said, "Brother, you are on the trending search, we were just shopping here so we came over."
"Hot search?" Xia Xiqing took two steps and stood on the side of the road. Xu Qichen went to get the car first, leaving him alone waiting here with these girls.
"Yes, someone ran into you, and the trailer for the new episode of "A Way Out" was just released!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the other girls screamed. Xia Xiqing felt like he was surrounded by a group of little marmots. He couldn't help laughing, "What's wrong with you?"
"Brother, go watch the trailer, it's super sweet!"
Sweet? Xia Xiqing was confused. Isn't this a suspenseful and brain-burning reality show
"Brother, did you win this round? Can I spoil the plot?"
"Brother, who is the killer?"
"Brother Xiqing, when will you record the next episode?"
"I can't tell you. You'll see when the time comes~"
Questions came one after another, and Xia Xiqing was overwhelmed. When he looked up and saw Xu Qichen's car driving over, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I have to leave now. It's getting late, you guys should go home early too."
"Brother Xiqing is so warm."
“Very gentle.”
Several girls stuffed the milk tea and desserts they had bought into Xia Xiqing's hands, watched him get on the car, and waved at him. Xia Xiqing, who sat in the passenger seat, breathed a sigh of relief and put down the things in his hands. Xu Qichen joked, "You're very popular."
"Believe it or not, you will also be exposed by then, and still laugh."
"I don't care." Xu Qichen turned the steering wheel. "At worst, you can find out that I wrote the Crispy Duck under a pseudonym. If you do, I'll let you star in a gay drama."
"Come on, you two can act yourselves."
"Someone wanted to buy a play-within-a-play in one of my previous books and turn it into a movie. I think I showed you that short story before. It took place in Nice."
"It's just a dream. I know." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the window. "Is it sold?"
"No, I don't think anyone can act out Yu Ning's enthusiasm." Xu Qichen suddenly laughed, "Now that I think about it, you and mentor Zhou Ziheng are a good match, the sunny and energetic pseudo-scumbag top and the gloomy and romantic collapsed bottom." After saying that, Xu Qichen couldn't stop laughing.
"You are the bottom, I am the romantic top."
Xu Qichen glanced at him and said, "Okay, okay, beautiful lady. Your face is too easy to recognize. You should wear a hat and mask when you go out in the future."
Xia Xiqing sighed, "Because it's so easy to be recognized now, I don't dare to go to nightclubs recently."
"You should avoid going to places like that. Besides," Xu Qichen changed the subject, "the guys in nightclubs are not as good-looking as Zhou Ziheng."
When Xia Xiqing heard him mention Zhou Ziheng's name, he subconsciously tutted and didn't respond, but he was muttering a lot of things in his mind.
How can the guys in nightclubs compare with big stars? There are not many stars who can compare with Zhou Ziheng.
At this moment, Xia Xiqing happened to receive a WeChat message from Zhou Ziheng.
[Moral Model: Are you finished?]
Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window and typed a reply to him.
[Terrorist: What?]
"It's already this late." Xu Qichen glanced at his watch. "Come to my house for dinner tonight. I'll make you something delicious."
Xia Xiqing hummed, "I want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs."
"Then I'll ask Zhixu to bring it back. Oh, by the way, I haven't called him back yet." Xu Qichen quickly called Xia Zhixu. Xia Xiqing automatically turned on the [block boring couple conversations] function and lowered his head to send another message to Zhou Ziheng.
[Terrorist: I'm going to Chenchen's house tonight for dinner. The sweet and sour pork ribs he makes are really delicious.]
Zhou Ziheng was editing the reply to the previous message, but deleted it all when he saw this sentence. Calling Chenchen is too intimate. We are just high school classmates. Is it necessary to be so intimate
High school classmates…
Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt a little jealous of Xu Qichen. He also wanted to see Xia Xiqing when he was young. He wondered what he looked like back then. Maybe he was shorter and more handsome than now. Did he also draw every day back then, or did he run to the basketball court like other boys after class
Would Xia Xiqing at the age of fifteen be different from Xia Xiqing now? Would he be more childish and cute
Speaking of childishness, I was only ten years old at that time, still an elementary school student.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt even more uncomfortable.
I feel like I have missed so much time that I can never get back.
When Xu Qichen and Xia Zhixu were talking on the phone, his voice was different from usual. He was usually calm and emotionless, but when he met Xia Zhixu, his childish side came out. Xia Xiqing pretended that he couldn't hear anything. Anyway, he was used to this kind of dog food since high school. At this time, the phone vibrated again.
[Moral Model: I can also make sweet and sour spareribs, come to my house.]
Xia Xiqing laughed as soon as he saw the news. His laughter was so sudden and obvious that even Xu Qichen, who was on the phone, noticed it and turned to look at him.
But Xia Xiqing himself didn't feel anything at all.
[Terrorist: How do I know if your food is good?]
[Moral Model: Then you will know after you try it.]
It's this strange logic again, but it's always strangely persuasive.
Xia Xiqing waited for Xu Qichen to hang up the phone, hesitated for a moment and said, "Well... I may not be able to come to your house tonight."
"What's wrong? Anything else?"
"Hmm..." Xia Xiqing realized that this was not the first time she stood up Xu Qichen, and felt a little sorry. "I'll go to your house in two days. You two can just spend time alone today."
Xu Qichen didn't ask any further questions. He wasn't the gossipy type, so he just turned around and sent Xia Xiqing home.
"Director Kun should contact you directly about the casting." Xu Qichen rolled down the car window and looked at Xia Xiqing standing outside. "If you feel burdened, don't force it."
"I know." Xia Xiqing reached out and touched Xu Qichen's chin, "Go back. Drive slowly."
When Xia Xiqing went upstairs, he opened Weibo and took a look. The two trending searches about Zhou Ziheng were still there. The fourth one was [Encounter with Xia Xiqing by chance], and the fifth one was [Easter eggs in the trailer of “Escape Plan”].
Why is there an easter egg this time? The program crew is getting better and better at it.
He clicked on the trending search [Encounter with Xia Xiqing] and the top Weibo post was a photo posted by an ordinary girl. It was a little blurry, but Xia Xiqing recognized it immediately. It was the side view of him taken by the young driver who chatted with him when he took a taxi to the hotel.
[A little sweet bean who loves to study: My brother gave Xia Xiqing a ride today! He even took a photo of him for me. Oh my god, I am about to cry. I should be a taxi conductor for my brother. Woohoo!]
The comments below are basically from CP fans, and there are also quite a few passers-by.
[Self-study is more important than anything else: Oh my god, Brother Xiqing dresses so cool in private. He is the best looking man in overalls I have ever seen!]
[My lover is a little painter: Oh my god, this little one, I really want to touch him.]
[Cucumber, Watermelon, Hami Melon: Are Xia Xiqing's raw photos so good? They look like they came out of a comic book. Those young handsome guys who claim to have great looks every day, come here and get beaten.]
[sweety: Xia Xiqing's legs are so long, even a jumpsuit can't cover them. He looks so salty, totally unbearable, and looks like my boyfriend.]
Who can bear it? I have been No. 1 for 25 years.
[Self-study girl celebrates Chinese New Year every day: Xi Qing is about 1.8 meters tall, but she doesn’t look that tall when standing next to Ziheng. Ziheng’s conquest of the entertainment industry is not a joke. The success of B-station’s hand-painted melons is all thanks to Ziheng.]
Conquer the entertainment industry
He's just a pure little virgin.
Xia Xiqing walked out of the elevator, walked to Zhou Ziheng's door and pressed the doorbell.
Not long after, the door was opened from the inside. Zhou Ziheng, who had been wearing a black shirt during the audition, had now changed into a white sweatshirt. He had probably just taken a shower, so his hair was not completely dry yet, and he was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose. He looked like a young wolf.
Standing at the door before entering, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed Xia Xiqing on the lips naturally, so naturally that it seemed that this was the way it should be. But Xia Xiqing froze in place, his mind blank for a moment.
"come in."
This kind of intimate behavior has exceeded his definition of their relationship. Xia Xiqing was a little confused, but in his confusion, he also felt a little excited.
This feeling was a little strange and made him feel uneasy.
Xia Xiqing realized it belatedly and said "oh". He closed the door and found a pair of navy blue cotton slippers placed at the entrance when he came in.
When he took off his shoes and put them on, Xia Xiqing realized that these shoes were not the same pair he had worn when he came here last time.
This pair fits.
Zhou Ziheng's thoughtfulness is like boiling a frog in warm water. Before you can react, you are already wrapped in his tenderness and you have no chance to resist.
There was no chance to resist at all.
"Sit down for a while, it will be ready soon." His voice came from the kitchen. Xia Xiqing followed the aroma and walked over. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's back, he felt warm in his heart. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. Even when he was at Xu Qichen's house and saw him cooking for himself, Xia Xiqing had never felt this way.
This person is just for him alone.
The heart begins to feel out of control.
How could he have such a terrible idea? This person is Zhou Ziheng.
There is absolutely no way he could become anyone's private property.
Originally, he wanted to tease this entertainment industry's top attacker because of his Weibo comments, but as soon as he came in, he was flustered by his kiss and all his previous thoughts disappeared.
Xia Xiqing walked over and saw Zhou Ziheng cutting tomatoes, so he lowered his head and leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's profile, "Can I help you?"
"No need." Zhou Ziheng curled up the corners of his mouth, without even looking at him, "I doubt your cooking ability."
Hearing Zhou Ziheng's joke, Xia Xiqing kicked him on the calf. Zhou Ziheng did not fight back, but just smiled and said "stop it", then threw the chopped tomatoes into the pot.
Xia Xiqing saw the washed cherry tomatoes in the porcelain bowl beside him, grabbed a few and stuffed them into his mouth, then ran to the bubbling soup pot and took a look, then asked vaguely, "What's this?"
"Tomato and yellow croaker soup." Zhou Ziheng saw that the corners of his mouth were stained with red tomato juice, so he reached out to wipe it, then opened the lid of another pot. White hot steam suddenly gushed out, mixed with the unique aroma of sweet and sour spare ribs.
"It smells so good." Xia Xiqing didn't feel very hungry at first, but as soon as he smelled the smell, he felt extremely hungry. "How long will it take?"
"In a moment." Zhou Ziheng flipped the ribs with a spatula and put the lid back on. Xia Xiqing was a little curious, how could he, a child star who had been acting since childhood, be so good at cooking.
"Where do you find the time to learn how to cook?"
Zhou Ziheng tilted his head back and thought for a while, "I learned it when I was quite young. I really like cooking and it relieves my stress. Later, I played a chef in a drama and I specially went for a month of training. I did all the cooking scenes myself without using a stand-in."
It was really amazing. If it was any other actor, they might not be so concerned. In any case, Xia Xiqing felt that he had picked up a great bargain. The more he thought about it, the more proud he became. He reached out and pulled the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's hoodie, and it stretched out a long distance.
Zhou Ziheng didn't know what he was doing, he just smiled and told him to stop making trouble. Xia Xiqing was a person who wouldn't listen to advice, the more he was told not to pull, the more he would pull.
Verbal warnings didn't work, so Zhou Ziheng changed his tactics and directly put his arm around Xia Xiqing's waist, pulling him into his arms, "Are you still talking nonsense?"
Xia Xiqing leaned against the kitchen counter, eyes downcast, and wrapped his index finger around the drawstring, from bottom to top, until it reached the side of his neck. His fingertips repeatedly scraped the small section from the side of his neck to behind his ear, with gentle force.
Such teasing was like gentle torture to Zhou Ziheng. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's fingers and asked, "Do you like to mess with others when they are doing something?"
It's totally cat-like.
Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and pretended to be innocent, "No, I didn't make any trouble."
"Not yet?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows.
He raised his chin, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's collar and pulled it hard. The expression on his face changed from innocent to ruffian in just a moment. The distance between the two of them suddenly shortened, and there was only a vague distance between their lips.
"I didn't even kiss you, how can that be considered trouble?"
The tenderness escalated into a tense collision in an instant. Zhou Ziheng was completely defeated by him and didn't want to think about anything else but kiss him.
Just as Zhou Ziheng was approaching, Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and dodged backwards. Before Zhou Ziheng could react, he pushed him away with a smile, took two steps back and left the kitchen sink, his voice filled with a teasing smile.
“That’s what messing up is.”
There is really nothing I can do. Zhou Ziheng chuckled and picked up the spoon to stir the boiling soup. The vortex created by the stirring could not be calmed down, just like his heartbeat at the moment.
Leaving the kitchen, Xia Xiqing walked around the swimming pool in the living room and came to the floor-to-ceiling window. The night view here was somewhat different from the view at his own home, with more buildings and brighter colors.
Interestingly, there is a shopping mall not far away with a huge LED billboard on the building, which happens to be Zhou Ziheng's mobile phone endorsement. This feeling is a bit strange, and Xia Xiqing can't tell why. Turning around, he found some photos on the TV wall, many of which Xia Xiqing had never seen before. He walked over and took a closer look. It turned out that they were photos taken by Zhou Ziheng when he was a child on the crew.
In fact, Xia Xiqing was attracted to him because of the group of basketball game photos that were trending on the Internet. Zhou Ziheng was full of vigor and ambition on the court, and his whole body exuded strong hormones. Before Zhou Ziheng became a "walking hormone" persona, Xia Xiqing didn't care about the domestic entertainment industry at all.
Even though he later caught her attention, Xia Xiqing didn't care at all, or was too lazy to care about what dramas Zhou Ziheng had acted in when he was a child. Anyway, he was an out-and-out fan of meat and had no interest in children at all.
But... Xia Xiqing moved closer to the old photos on the wall.
Zhou Ziheng was quite cute when he was a child. He looked soft and cuddly, and had the kind of obedient look that would be pinched on the face and hugged by all kinds of strange uncles and aunts whenever he was taken out.
In the photo, Zhou Ziheng is wearing a small painter's hat and overalls, as if he is acting in a Republican drama, and looks exactly like a chubby little master. His little face looks like a little girl, white and tender, with big eyes.
What kind of devil is time, turning such a cute little guy into a 1.9-meter-tall general. But Xia Xiqing always felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Maybe all pretty kids look familiar. The more Xia Xiqing looked at the child, the cuter he found her. He thought, why not catch up on the dramas of this child star? Anyway, he has nothing to do.
How come you look so cute
He stretched out his finger and gently poked the face of the little man in the photo.
"What are you doing?"
Xia Xiqing withdrew his hand guiltily, his shoulders shaking with fear, and turned around to see Zhou Ziheng holding a bowl of soup.
"Nothing."
He didn't know why he felt guilty.
It was just Zhou Ziheng when he was little. It was just a casual kiss from Zhou Ziheng. He might understand, or he might want to pretend not to understand.
All symptoms of mental unrest probably stem from the same cause.
He was unwilling to admit that he liked more than just Zhou Ziheng's personality.