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He did not wait for Zhou Ziheng's answer. But Zhou Ziheng's arms tightly around his waist and back, his increasingly heavy breathing, and his aggressive kiss all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most direct way.
Xia Xiqing liked this feeling, liked to feel Zhou Ziheng's strong need for him. But he was also afraid that Zhou Ziheng would really say those two words. To him, the change of human emotions was a single peak curve, brewing little by little in ambiguity, rising little by little, and reaching the peak when he sensed love.
But once you reach the peak, you are headed for an irreversible fall.
Just like a parabola, the higher the apex, the harder the fall.
This is good, it is good now. He needs Zhou Ziheng just as Zhou Ziheng still needs him. It doesn’t matter if there is no definition.
Zhou Ziheng's kiss was not very skillful, it was just full of passion and rush, as if he wanted to hook his soul away with just one kiss.
There was no way to express his true thoughts, so Zhou Ziheng could only express all his desires with his body. He always had his own persistence and habitually avoided anything that would make people unconscious, whether it was tobacco or alcohol.
He likes to stay awake all the time.
But Xia Xiqing appeared, tempting him and teasing him all the time, disturbing his originally determined heart. He knew it from the beginning, he understood it better than anyone else, so he repeatedly reminded himself to stay away from Xia Xiqing, he was not a good person, he was a dangerous product that was flammable, explosive and full of temptation.
"Is it hot?" Xia Xiqing's voice was covered with a thick layer of moisture, like the wet glass of a sauna. His slender fingers tugged at the bottom edge of Zhou Ziheng's sweatshirt, trying to pull it up, "Take it off?"
Before the intimate ending was over, Zhou Ziheng kissed him again and took off his shirt. The critical point between men is often fierce and unpredictable. He fully understood Xia Xiqing's expectations of him, but unfortunately, even he was the one who was forced to become addicted to drugs.
He also wants to be the leader.
The passionate kiss made Xia Xiqing feel hot all over. He was covered with a thin layer of sweat. His skin and silk pajamas were stuck together, making him feel sticky and suffocating. His consciousness and behavior were opposite. The more intense the action was, the slower and more passive his consciousness became. His posture while lying on Zhou Ziheng changed from an arrogant leopard to a clingy cat.
Zhou Ziheng found an opportunity to flip him over, holding Xia Xiqing's shoulders and pressing him under him. A drop of sweat that had been accumulating for a long time fell from his forehead and landed squarely on Xia Xiqing's lips. Zhou Ziheng watched him extend his tongue and gently lick the drop of sweat, and his face, which was pure and lustful, showed a lazy smile.
"Salty."
But you are too sweet. Zhou Ziheng gave up his last struggle with the little sanity left, and drowned in the turbulent waves with Xia Xiqing.
The childish voice of the child in the projection would occasionally come out, bumping into Xia Xiqing's heart like a little deer. Just when the two of them were about to be overwhelmed by the gushing desire, he did not forget to tease.
"Really... a boy... a boy..." The remaining two words were covered by panting, Xia Xiqing's shoulders were shaking, and he couldn't speak. Listening to the cute voice of the young Zhou Ziheng and hanging out with him as an adult, this experience was really wonderful.
Zhou Ziheng kissed his moist red lips. During the tense confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly called him "brother" twice. Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, imitating the child's soft voice.
"Brother." Xia Xiqing reached out and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's frowning brows. Being teased like this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his dignity was questioned, and he bit Xia Xiqing's lower lip hard.
"You were so cute when you were little... Why are you so fierce now?" Xia Xiqing leaned forward and kissed her flatteringly, "Scream again... Let me hear if you screamed better when you were little... or, or now..."
He had no expectations at first, as Zhou Ziheng was always unwilling to meet his expectations, something Xia Xiqing had known long ago. But he didn't expect that Zhou Ziheng would actually lean over and whisper in his ear, his voice deep and low.
"elder brother."
Kiss Xia Xiqing's earlobe again.
"Are you satisfied? Brother Xiqing."
The bells of the Duomo de Fiore struck my heart valves hard, and even my soul was shattered into the vast universe.
The audition in the afternoon had already consumed enough of Xia Xiqing's energy. He didn't know how long it had lasted. His consciousness was too blurry and he fell asleep after just two auditions. Zhou Ziheng was very stubborn. No matter how he coaxed or persuaded him, he was unwilling to give in.
He didn't sleep deeply, but he couldn't lift his eyelids. Xia Xiqing always felt that someone was touching his forehead and cheeks in his dream, very lightly, and it was hard to tell whether it was an illusion. He slept drowsily until the second half of the night, and woke up with a dry mouth. Xia Xiqing half-closed his eyes and touched the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and drank half a bottle of ice water, which made him feel much more awake.
Although it was almost early summer, the night wind was still a little chilly. Xia Xiqing walked back to the room slowly with drooping eyelids, and found that the projector was still on, but without any sound.
In fact, he should go home at this time, after all, this is not his home.
Xia Xiqing squatted beside the bed, staring at Zhou Ziheng's quiet sleeping face. The little face shining on the screen gradually overlapped with the tall boy in reality. Every detail was very similar, yet extended, making him feel the beauty of life.
Zhou Ziheng fell asleep on the edge of the bed, his hands hanging down with nowhere to go. Xia Xiqing first tentatively touched his fingertips, and when he saw that he didn't wake up, he boldly took his hand. Zhou Ziheng's fingers were very long, and his palms were broad and dry, which reminded him of the way he caught the ball with one hand during a basketball game, with ease.
Just like playing with a puppy's paws, Xia Xiqing grabbed his fingers one by one and brought them together, then spread them out one by one, and finally inserted his own fingers into them, interlocking their fingers in an inexplicable fit.
If he exists only for himself.
[Did you know that your mother built that art museum for you?]
Recalling the scene of his mother's insane attack in the art gallery, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt like a thorn in his back and he weakly let go of Zhou Ziheng's hand.
When I lowered my head, I found a gel pen at my feet, probably used by Zhou Ziheng to take notes.
Xia Xiqing never believed that he would be truly loved by someone. Most people loved him for his appearance, and some people who claimed to be his mentor admired his talent or admired his family background. But when you peel off the sugar coating, you will find that the bitter self inside is so daunting.
Selfish, habitual liar, duplicity, and addicted to promiscuity.
Before, he always thought that Zhou Ziheng looked down on him simply because he was blind. So many people were admiring him and surrounding him, but Zhou Ziheng just avoided them.
But now, no matter how conceited he is or how hard he tries to be, he has to admit that he is not worthy of such a good man like Zhou Ziheng.
At noon the next day, Zhou Ziheng was awakened by Jiang Yin's series of calls. He had forgotten that he had a commercial to shoot and was in a deep sleep. Maybe it was because he watched the TV series when he debuted before going to bed, but he kept dreaming about the filming. He dreamed of an elder sister in a white dress, who touched his head and folded a white rose for him with a tissue.
When he raised his head again, the girl had disappeared without a trace. Zhou Ziheng was very anxious and kept running in the park, wanting to shout but unable to make a sound.
Suddenly he heard someone calling his name from behind. Turning back, he saw Xia Xiqing.
Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled at himself.
As soon as he approached, the rose withered in an instant. His expression was very sad, but there were no tears.
[You don't like mine, do you?]
Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes with a cold sweat. He was the only one left on the bed, and even the projector was turned off. He couldn't stop Xia Xiqing from sleeping, and the fact that Xia Xiqing was gone was not a big blow to him.
He had anticipated this and was prepared for all possible worst outcomes.
"I understand. I'll be there now." Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, bent over with his arms on his knees and his head hanging weakly.
"I didn't drink. I was just too tired and went to bed a little late." Jiang Yin talked a lot, and Zhou Ziheng was distracted. He changed his hand to answer the phone, scratched his hair with his left hand, and put it on his knees again.
He suddenly realized that there seemed to be something on the side of his ring finger that was close to his palm. He opened his palm and brought it close to his eyes, and he finally saw it clearly.
It was drawn with a black marker, a very small rose, quietly growing on the bottom knuckle of the ring finger.
I laughed unconsciously, which aroused the suspicion of the person on the other end of the phone.
"nothing."
Just discovered a happy little trick.
In order to meet the schedule, Zhou Ziheng's work schedule was very full before joining the crew. There were too many advertising contracts to fulfill, as well as invitations from magazines. He could only compress his time to get everything done so that he could concentrate on joining the crew.
Unlike Xia Xiqing, the thing he has the most is time.
After meeting with director Kuncheng privately again, Xia Xiqing finally decided to star in this movie.
Something the director said reminded him of watching Zhou Ziheng's debut work at Zhou Ziheng's house a few days ago.
[Everything is full of uncertainty now, but the work is eternal, no matter what form of art it is. I don’t know about other people, but I believe you can understand what I mean.]
These two days, he suddenly realized that even if he ended up repeating the same mistake, at least this work could permanently seal the relationship between them. The ambiguity and transgression that had happened before were the sublimation of art in the eyes of others, but in their tacit eyes, they were all the product of affection.
This was enough, he didn't want to be forgotten by Zhou Ziheng. Even if mentioning this movie in the future would make him feel disgusted, it was still an achievement, which was more in line with Xia Xiqing's negative artistic pursuit.
"Do you have anything to do tonight?" Xia Xiqing sent a voice message to Zhou Ziheng on the way home and soon received his reply.
"I have to attend an event and probably won't be home until late at night."
Xia Xiqing typed back, "I see," and said nothing more. He had originally thought that if Zhou Ziheng had nothing to do in the evening, he could go to the art banquet with him, but he suddenly felt that he was too naive. It was inappropriate for Zhou Ziheng to attend any private banquet with his status.
What's more, there is simply no convincing reason to accompany him.
Zhou Ziheng sent another follow-up question.
[Moral Model: Do you have anything to do tonight?]
[Terrorist: I also have an event, so I will probably be back very late.]
Xia Xiqing didn't explain it too clearly, and Zhou Ziheng didn't ask much. His assistant Xiao Luo urged him to get in the car, so he had to put away his phone temporarily.
This art dinner was hosted by Mr. Zhong Henan, a very prestigious collector in the industry. The venue was his residence. Although it was named after him, since Mr. Zhong was nearly 90 years old, it was actually organized by his youngest son Zhong Chi. He invited many collectors and many famous painters. Unlike his father, Zhong Chi was a thorough businessman, so the dinner naturally included the participation of new and old friends in the business community.
If there were no businessmen, Xia Xiqing would be very willing to make a trip. It was rare for someone in the country to be willing to host such an art salon. But once the smell of money was mixed in, Xia Xiqing's interest would be greatly reduced.
But he has always been a competitive person. Since he went there, he had to act like a great guy, otherwise he would lose his own people. Xia Xiqing originally chose a military green windbreaker, but then he thought that he was going there with the reputation of a pulito, so he should dress more formally. So he found a high-end gray suit and a navy blue tie. His hair was half tied up, which made him look less casual.
When driving to the dinner, the staff at the gate of the mansion checked the invitation. Xia Xiqing handed it over through the car window. He felt that the security guards were looking at him, probably because they recognized him. He now finally understood the suffering of public figures. No matter where he went, he would be watched by people, just like a peacock in a zoo.
The hall was decorated in a dreamy way, with delicate lilies of the valley interspersed among the paintings. People gathered in clusters, appreciating famous paintings and expressing their own feelings. To be honest, as a painter, Xia Xiqing disliked this part the most. It was really strange for a group of people to over-interpret his works and give him analyses that he didn't even understand.
He had been abroad for so many years, and was rarely taken out by his parents when he was in China. Most people at the banquet didn't know him, which gave Xia Xiqing ample space. Only some young and beautiful ladies would occasionally muster up the courage to come up and chat with him.
"You usually prefer oil painting, right?"
Xia Xiqing smiled at the girl who asked the question, but his eyes drifted to a young boy across two paintings. It was not because he liked the painting that he took a second look at him, but because the man had been staring at him and he thought he didn't notice.
I don’t know where this confidence comes from.
"Yes, oil painting." Xia Xiqing loosened his tie. "I'm going to get a glass of wine. Excuse me."
After walking to the rest area to take a breath, Xia Xiqing picked up a glass of absinthe and took a sip. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name. He turned his head and saw a familiar-looking man in a dark red suit.
"Hello, are you Xia Xiqing?" The man extended a hand to him attentively, "I am Wei Min."
Xia Xiqing has always been face-blind, but somehow he suddenly remembered it.
This person is the young man I met in Yunshuijian last time, the investor of the "Tracking" crew.
Before he could extend his hand, Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw the young man who had been peeking at him from a distance. He seemed startled and turned around quickly.
What's going on today? There are so many weird people around.
Little did he know that the man who was scared away by his eyes was lowering his head and replying to the message.
[Zhao Ke: Brother Heng, do you know who I met at the dinner?]
[Zhao Ke: Forget it, don’t guess. I’ll tell you.]
[Zhao Ke: You CP!]