After filming that scene, Xia Xiqing actually had a dream.
In the dream, his mother sat beside him, holding his small, soft hands, dipping them in paint and painting on the drawing board stroke by stroke. The sunlight was as bright as honey about to drip, covering everything, making it sparkling and beautiful.
It's all good things, no quarrels, no hysteria, and no dead silence and darkness.
When he woke up, Xia Xiqing found himself lying on a recliner in the crew. The props team was hurriedly setting up the scene, coming and going, and moving a lot of things.
He tilted his head and found Zhou Ziheng also asleep, with the script covering his head. Then he remembered that they had just finished shooting an outdoor scene and would probably have to move to another location soon. Xia Xiqing sat up and looked for a long time before he saw Xiaoxiao sitting on a small stool outside the car with Xiao Luo, watching the drama. The two were very close, and Xia Xiqing just leaned lazily against the car with his arms around his chest, watching quietly.
"Hey, don't squeeze me."
"How did I squeeze you? You always throw yourself on me."
"Who pounced on me? It was you who leaned on me..." Xiaoxiao raised her hand and was about to hit Xiao Luo, but suddenly she noticed Xia Xiqing leaning against the car with a playful smile on her face. The embarrassment of being caught on the spot made her stutter, "Xixixixi..."
"What are you laughing at? I haven't even kissed you yet and you're still laughing. Your mom really made the right choice when naming you." Xiao Luo was about to hit her, but Xiao Xiao dodged him and he fell to the ground. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Xiaoxiao stood up and took two steps away, smiling awkwardly, "Xiqing, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Xiao Luo quickly got up from the ground when he heard it, "Xi Qing, um, um..."
Xia Xiqing held back his laughter, still leaning against the car, teasing them deliberately, "I didn't see anything just now." He even took out his hearing aid and said, "I didn't hear anything either."
Xiaoxiao kicked Xiao Luo with her foot, and Xiao Luo smiled apologetically. Xia Xiqing thought this scene was very cute, "It's great to have a relationship at public expense."
After saying this, he suddenly realized that weren't he and Zhou Ziheng the ones who were dating at public expense
Fortunately, Xiao Luo did not complain, and Xia Xiqing quickly changed the subject, "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell Sister Jiang Yin, Xiaoxiao, do you have ice water? I want to drink it."
"Yes, would you like some iced Coke?" Seeing Xia Xiqing nod, Xiaoxiao immediately got into the car and handed him two cans of iced Coke. "This is the only one you can have today. You can't drink more. It's not good for your health."
"I know." Xia Xiqing took the Coke, winked at her, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Luo, "Let's go, you guys take your time to watch."
Seeing Xia Xiqing turn around and leave, Xiao Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Xiaoxiao still looking at the direction Xiqing was walking with a crazy look on her face, she was a little unhappy, "What are you looking at!"
“Xi Qing is so good-looking…” Xiaoxiao looked fascinated by the handsome guy.
This is true, Xi Qing is good-looking, but Xiao Luo still refused to admit defeat and said, "I still think Ziheng is handsome."
She smiled and tilted her head, "Of course Ziheng is handsome."
"You are such a playboy. Everyone is pretty and handsome to you."
"No," Xiaoxiao smiled like an auntie, "Two super handsome guys standing together, what does it have to do with me? I just want to watch these handsome guys fall in love~"
Xia Xiqing, who was unaware of the talk being done by the young couple, walked back to the recliner alone. Zhou Ziheng was still sleeping unaware. Xia Xiqing sat down and gently took the script off his head. Zhou Ziheng frowned and turned sideways to face him. Xia Xiqing glanced at the busy set and his gaze returned to Zhou Ziheng.
Somehow, she just wanted to tease him. Xia Xiqing picked up a can of Coke, put her finger on the pull ring, and leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear.
"laugh-"
It is the cheer of carbonic acid gas that can't wait to leave the confined space.
The sounds of summer.
"Xi Qing?"
Not knowing who was calling him, Zhou Ziheng was awakened by the sound of soda again. He didn't pay attention to either side and the Coke in Xia Xiqing's hand was knocked over by Zhou Ziheng's raised hand, and it spilled down the side of his neck.
"Fuck..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Xia Xiqing quickly pulled the tissue, but Zhou Ziheng had already woken up, frowning and still a little confused, "What are you doing..." He raised his hand to grab Xia Xiqing's hand, and touched his sticky neck, "What is this?"
"Coke." Xia Xiqing pretended to know nothing and took a sip of the half-spilt Coke. "I wanted to give it to you, but I spilled it."
Zhou Ziheng stood up from the recliner, grabbed Xia Xiqing's wrist and walked towards the corner. Xia Xiqing sighed for a long time and met Kun Cheng on the way.
"Where are you going? We'll start filming as soon as we're done."
"Wash your neck."
After being dragged into the RV by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing just watched Xiaoxiao and Xiao Luo, who were sitting under the car watching the drama, tactfully walk away together. As if keeping watch, Zhou Ziheng quickly closed the car door, put his arm around Xia Xiqing's waist, and came closer.
"It's hot." Xia Xiqing pushed him. The car was not air-conditioned, and it was indeed hot and stuffy, but Zhou Ziheng didn't let go. He just held him and stumbled all the way back. He found the air-conditioning remote control and pressed it. A gust of cold wind rushed in, giving Xia Xiqing goose bumps on the back of his neck.
"You got me all over." Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly. With this bottom-up angle and his expression when he looked up at others, he conquered the entire entertainment industry with the editing of a certain website.
Obviously just a child.
Xia Xiqing curled the corners of his mouth, leaned back on the table with his hands, and half-opened his long white legs under his shorts, enclosing Zhou Ziheng.
"You haven't done enough to get me all over the place yet."
After saying this, he even used the instep of his foot to hook Zhou Ziheng's ankle that was exposed from his jeans.
That look is really wild and unrestrained.
Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he pressed forward, his voice lowered a few notches, "Don't you like it very much?"
"Didn't I say I don't like it?" Xia Xiqing pushed the Coke can aside, staring at Zhou Ziheng's lips, then looked up at him, his eyes full of hazy and ambiguous water vapor, their breaths all mixed together, but he just didn't kiss him directly.
Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was about to force a kiss on him, Xia Xiqing tilted his head slightly, put his lips on the side of his neck, and licked it gently with his tongue. The moment he raised his eyes, his eyelashes were like a piece of clipped feathers touching Zhou Ziheng's heart, "So sweet."
Zhou Ziheng felt hot all over. He hugged Xia Xiqingge's waist with both hands and lifted him onto the table. He held his wrists and pressed half of his body down. Even in this situation, Xia Xiqing seemed not afraid of death. He crossed his legs and blew gently on Zhou Ziheng's face.
The two of them were so affectionate when they were together during this period, which was totally unlike Xia Xiqing's style.
"How can you be so patient?" Xia Xiqing wrapped his lips around his, kissing his lower lip gently, then biting it with his teeth, grinding it with just the right amount of force.
Zhou Ziheng's breathing became disordered, as if he was biting not his lips, but the last string of his mind that maintained his sanity. His strong chest rose and fell, Zhou Ziheng suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said calmly, "There will be more drama later."
"Did I say what I was going to do?" Xia Xiqing smiled with a crooked mouth, "You are so young and you are not a good student. What are you thinking about?"
What else.
"It's all because of you." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed him, his tongue teasing and chasing the softness hidden in the hot and wet mouth, but he quickly withdrew, "It's time to shoot."
"What kind of movie is this? It's a public-funded romance." Xia Xiqing put her arms around his neck to prevent him from leaving, and kissed his handsome face again and again, "Don't forget that you are still in the probation period. If you don't serve me well, I will kick you out and find another one tomorrow."
This sentence immediately made Zhou Ziheng furious. He ignored everything and pressed the back of Xia Xiqing's head and kissed her.
The cicadas on the sycamore tree outside the car were chirping one after another.
The assistant director walked around the RV for at least four or five times, and each time he asked, "Where's Ziheng? Is he in the car?"
"No, I don't know where he went. I'll find him for you."
Seeing that he couldn't stop them anymore, Xiao Luo gave Xiao Xiao a look, sent the assistant director away, and sneaked to the side of the RV when no one was around. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it was opened from the inside. Zhou Ziheng bent down and walked out, bumping into Xiao Luo head-on, and his ears turned red.
Xiao Luo was a sensible person. Seeing him like this, he immediately coughed twice and said, "Well... Ziheng, the assistant director is looking for you. It's probably time to start filming."
"Got it." Zhou Ziheng stood by the car door, as if blocking something. When Xiao Luo saw him, he immediately made an excuse to leave, "I'm going to buy some popsicles for everyone, you guys hurry over."
Seeing Xiao Luo walking away, Zhou Ziheng grabbed the car door with both hands and half of his body got into the car. Before he could see clearly, something long hit him. Zhou Ziheng was startled and picked it up to take a look.
"You don't even wear your belt. Are you planning to come back and get it when you're caught?"
Xia Xiqing's voice was a little sticky and nasal, which made his tone even more lazy. He ignored the urging, put on his sports shorts and walked out slowly. Seeing Zhou Ziheng blocking the door, he gently patted Zhou Ziheng's head as he poked his head in.
Zhou Ziheng smiled, hugged him and kissed him for a while before letting him out.
"My thighs are rubbed sore."
"Give me a rub."
"Fuck you."
The scene in the afternoon was Gao Kun cutting Jiang Tong's hair. When Xia Xiqing saw Zhou Ziheng taking a lunch break, his mind was full of pornographic garbage, and he had completely forgotten which scenes were in the afternoon. Now when he saw Zhou Ziheng holding a pair of scissors and listening to Kuncheng talking about the scenes, he remembered. Xia Xiqing's spine, which was already weak, became even weaker.
With Zhou Ziheng's skills, there's no telling what kind of look his hair would turn out like.
Xia Xiqing also walked to the director's side and discussed with him, "Director Kun, how about this? You can shoot a few shots of him cutting my hair, and then ask a barber to cut it for me the way you want, and then continue the shot."
Kuncheng nodded slowly, as if agreeing with his suggestion.
Zhou Ziheng stood behind Kuncheng with a pair of scissors in his hand and cut the air twice.
"But that's exactly what I wanted him to do with yours."
Xia Xiqing was completely at a loss. He could only start filming with some doubts.
"This can only be done in one take." Director Kun laughed, "Once you cut it, there is no regret medicine."
Zhou Ziheng grinned and blinked his left eye at Xia Xiqing.
"If you dare to cut my hair badly, your probation period will end immediately." Xia Xiqing said to him with a wry smile.
"You are so good-looking, you will look good even with a shaved head." Zhou Ziheng smiled and held the scissors, "Don't worry, I won't cut your hair into a dog-eaten hairstyle."
"I've been bitten by dogs all day long."
Xia Xiqing sighed, and now that death was imminent, he could only give up struggling.
"'Tracking' Scene 68, Shot 1, Time 1, action!"
Sitting on the sofa, Gao Kun watched Jiang Tong bending over to mop the floor, his stubble of hair sticking softly to his fair neck.
"Hey, your hair has really grown a lot."
Jiang Tong seemed not to have heard and was still mopping the floor diligently. Gao Kun stretched his legs and glared at the small stool, then stepped in front of Jiang Tong. He then straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking him what was wrong.
"Your hair is too long." Gao Kun spoke word by word, touching his stubble-like short hair.
Jiang Tong frowned and was about to continue bending down to mop the floor, but Gao Kun stood up and snatched the mop from his hand, "I say you have very good ears, you only listen to what you want to hear." He wanted to reach out to grab the end of his hair, but his hand stopped in mid-air.
Seeing Gao Kun like this, Jiang Tong lowered his head, bit the inside of his lip, signed a few times, looked up at him, and struggled to explain, "Outside... haircuts... are expensive."
"How expensive can it be?" Gao Kun threw the mop on the ground and reached into his trouser pocket. After searching for a long time, he still couldn't find any money. He scratched the back of his head and saw the scissors on the TV cabinet. "Yes, I'll cut it for you."
Jiang Tong thought he had misheard and repeated his words in a questioning tone.
"That's right," Gao Kun walked forward and pushed him to the sofa with his hand through the air, "Sit down." He went into the bedroom again, took out an old bed sheet from somewhere, wrapped it around Jiang Tong, and tied a knot around his neck.
Jiang Tong grabbed the knot and tried to untie it, then looked up at Gao Kun and shook his head desperately.
The lymph nodes on Gao Kun's neck were swollen and his throat hurt when he spoke, but he still endured the pain and smiled at Jiang Tong, "Be obedient. I used to be an apprentice in a barber shop outside, and I follow that teacher Tony, so you don't have to worry." Just after saying a few words, Gao Kun ran away again. After a long time, he shouted loudly in the room, "Tongtong, do you have any mirrors at home?"
Tongtong
Jiang Tong's shoulders trembled slightly like a frightened little rabbit, and he quickly lowered his head.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since anyone called him by this name.
Gao Kun came out of the room, slumping his back, "I'm asking you a question, is there any mirror in the house?"
"Ah?... Hmm." Jiang Tong raised his head, then quickly lowered it, got up from the sofa with a colorful old bed sheet around him, walked to the bedroom closet, squatted on the floor and rummaged for a long time, and found an old mirror the size of a plate from the innermost drawer of the closet. It was covered with a red plastic mirror holder, which was worn and discolored, but the mirror was very clean.
Gao Kun took the mirror and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, adjusted the angle, and asked casually, "Why do you still have such a girly thing?"
Jiang Tong half lowered his head and made a sign language gesture.
Gao Kun hadn’t learned sign language very well yet, but he understood it this time. It was a very basic and simple word.
Mother.
It turned out to be the mirror his mother left behind.
Gao Kun's eyes darkened a little, and his throat felt hoarse. He coughed twice, put on his gloves, and happily walked behind Jiang Tong, combing his soft hair with a comb. "People say that people with soft hair have good tempers. It seems to be true."
Jiang Tong did not speak, but lowered his head slightly. However, Gao Kun’s gloved hand lifted his chin and said, “It’s straightened.”
On the surface, Gao Kun was pretending to be nice, but he was just pretending to be nice. He even forgot that he should wash his hair first and then cut it while it was wet. But they didn't have a hair dryer, so they had to make do with it. Holding a lock of hair between his index and middle fingers, Gao Kun glanced at Jiang Tong in the mirror. He looked so pitiful that he didn't even dare to open his eyes. He gritted his teeth and muttered softly, "It's just a haircut..."
With a click, it was cut.
Jiang Tong quietly opened his eyes and saw a small tuft of cut hair dangling in front of his eyes. He reached out to grab it, but Gao Kun took it away again, as if teasing him on purpose. Jiang Tong wanted to turn his head, but Gao Kun held his head and said, "Don't move. Be careful or I'll cut your hair bald."
Things had come to this point, Jiang Tong could only let himself be slaughtered. He simply looked at the mirror. At first he was timid and didn't want to speak, but slowly, he began to participate in his own hairdressing business.
"Here, this side... is longer..."
"Yes, yes."
"Here, this handful, for..."
"Hey, don't move, ancestor."
Seeing Gao Kun in the mirror busy and flustered, cutting his hair and brushing away the stray hair, Jiang Tong couldn't help but laugh, a shallow smile. This smile actually scared Gao Kun, and he stopped his hands.
Jiang Tong turned his head to look at him in confusion, and Gao Kun finally realized, "What are you looking at? Turn around."
He picked at the back of his neck with the scissors, trimming the ends of his hair as neatly as he could.
"Pass!"
As soon as the director finished speaking, Xia Xiqing immediately raised one hand and called the stylist, "Teacher Ming! Sister Yue! Come and save me!"
The entire crew laughed along. Zhou Ziheng stood by with a pair of scissors in his hand. “I think I did a pretty good job cutting it. The length is just right.”
Teacher A Ming trotted over with a smile and even gave Zhou Ziheng a favor, "The haircut is not bad, much better than I expected." He took out his own set of equipment, spread it out on the sofa, and quickly trimmed Xia Xiqing's hair.
The hair is actually not too short, and is similar to the hairstyle Zhou Ziheng had before the filming started. Kun Cheng had specifically instructed Zhou Ziheng to keep some of his hair and not cut it too short, as it would not fit the feeling Jiang Tong gives.
Seeing her hair regain its spring in the hands of the stylist, Xia Xiqing felt relieved. "Thank you, thank you."
"Why don't you thank me?" Zhou Ziheng pouted, "I spent the whole night in the hotel watching videos of people cutting hair."
"I thank you all."
After restarting the filming, they added the subsequent shots, and that was the end of the job. They had been shooting for several days and nights without a break, and the night scene might last all night, so Kuncheng specially left them an extra hour of time to eat, so that they could have a good rest and wait for the big night scene.
Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Yang Bo went out to eat together. All three wore hats to cover their appearance, fearing that paparazzi would take spoilers. After dinner, they deliberately walked back through a residential area and passed a basketball court.
Xia Xiqing felt very uncomfortable and kept reaching his hand behind his neck to touch it.
"Xi Qing looks good with short hair. So refreshing." Yang Bo thought that he was dissatisfied with Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship and was trying to smooth things over for him. In fact, it did look good. His previous neck-length hair always seemed too delicate, and he looked too much like a pretty girl. Now that he had short hair, he looked more youthful.
"I'm just not used to it," Xia Xiqing put her hands in her pockets, "but it saves me from having to braid my hair, it's cooler."
Zhou Ziheng was walking beside him, and a basketball bounced onto the ground in front of them, then rolled to their feet.
Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, Xia Xiqing got there first, stretched out his hand and grabbed the ball in his hand.
There were two kids standing under the basket not far away. They looked like high school students and were still wearing school uniforms. "Brother, please throw the ball to us."
Xia Xiqing pressed down the brim of his hat, tapped the ball on the ground two or three times, and walked a few steps toward the court while dribbling.
"Yes."
Using his heels to push, Xia Xiqing was as agile as a cheetah. He leaned back slightly and threw the ball far into the basket.
At that moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost see the tense muscles all over his body, smooth and beautiful.
As his feet landed on the ground, the ball fell steadily into the basket along a parabola.
"Sure thing, Xiqing, a three-point shot." Yang Bote gave him face, and Xia Xiqing turned around, took off his hat, pulled a handful of hair and put it back on, revealing a row of beautiful and neat teeth, and smiled like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child.
Zhou Ziheng inexplicably had an illusion, as if there was no five years between him and Xia Xiqing.
In a trance, he seemed to see Xia Xiqing's proud and dazzling adolescence.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Xia Xiqing bumped his shoulder. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, "I thought about how you looked when we were filming just now. I thought you were so cute."
In fact, his mind was full of fantasies about Xia Xiqing in high school, sitting in a bright and spacious classroom, being lazy or listening attentively.
Run freely in the stadium and sweat on the basketball court.
They were all Xia Xiqing whom he had already missed, so he could only think about her in his heart. After all, time could not be reversed.
Yang Bo happened to receive a call and walked forward alone. Xia Xiqing pulled Zhou Ziheng, "Oh, after all this time, you still like that kind of well-behaved little angel." Xia Xiqing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's okay, I can act. If you like me, I will act for you every day until you get tired of it."
Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Forget it, I still like you like this."
Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow, "What kind?"
He just curled the corners of his mouth and put his arms around my shoulders in a gentlemanly manner.
"It's exciting."
The author has something to say: After the rainy period, I have entered the usual self-study CP mode where every sentence can be ao3.