After Zhou Ziheng finished filming, he dyed his hair back to black. The filming days came to an end. He went back to the West Hill Villa to spend a few days with his parents at home, and took advantage of the start of the school year in September to go back to P University to continue his studies.
When Zhao Ke saw Zhou Ziheng returning to school, he was so excited that he thought he was seeing things.
"Hey, you cut your hair short? You look so handsome." He bumped Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and winked, "How is it?"
Zhou Ziheng took out his laptop from his bag and turned it on. He put on his glasses and said in a stern tone without even looking at Zhao Ke. "How dare you say that? You should be thankful that I didn't beat you up."
"Why did you hit me?!" Zhao Ke grabbed Zhou Ziheng's shoulders. "You, you two are broken? Damn it! I finally got a chance to be together! You can't ruin it for me!"
Zhou Ziheng pulled his claws away, turned his head and gave him a kind smile, "Thanks to you, this almost failed."
"No way." Zhao Ke wanted to say something, but the professor came in. Zhao Ke shut up very carefully and sent a long message on WeChat, asking about every detail. Zhou Ziheng pretended not to receive it and listened to the class seriously.
After a morning of classes, Zhao Ke felt exhausted and dragged Zhou Ziheng to the cafeteria for lunch. After not going to the cafeteria for a long time, the girls at P University thought they were hallucinating and gathered around Zhou Ziheng. Soon, the entry [Zhou Ziheng returns to P University for classes] was quickly pushed to the top of the hot search list. He was upset about being on the hot search list, so Zhou Ziheng sent a WeChat message to his sister-in-law, asking her to remove the hot search.
"Are you going back to the dormitory tonight?" Zhao Ke bought a cup of coffee from the coffee machine on the teaching floor and handed it to Zhou Ziheng. He took it and took a sip, with the brim of his hat pulled down low. "No, I'm going back to the apartment today."
"Oh, if someone didn't know, they would think there was someone hiding in your apartment." Zhao Ke was just making it up. Zhou Ziheng was drinking his coffee contentedly and didn't argue. Zhao Ke then realized, "What the hell? Is there really someone hiding there?"
Zhou Ziheng coughed, handed the empty cup of coffee to Zhao Ke, and called Xiao Luo to pick him up.
Zhao Ke sent a message to Ruan Xiao immediately, as if he had gotten some big gossip of the day.
[Zhao Ke: Studying and living together!]
Since the filming of the drama was completed, apart from the previously scheduled advertisements and his return to "A Way Out", Zhou Ziheng has not taken any other work. He commutes between school and home every day, and the two months have passed quickly.
The weather is getting colder, and the autumn in Beijing is particularly long, giving people the illusion that winter is approaching, but it always feels like there is just one day left before winter actually arrives.
After tossing and turning until the second half of the night, Xia Xiqing was very sleep deprived. In the morning, he was half asleep and felt the arm that was holding him loosen. In a half-awake state, Zhou Ziheng held his face and kissed him several times. He felt that he was too clingy, so he raised his hand to cover his face. In a trance, he felt that Zhou Ziheng sat up, and Xia Xiqing stretched out his arms to hug his waist again. When he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse.
"Where are you going so early in the morning..."
"I have a class in the morning, solid state physics. Zhao Ke said this teacher will call the roll." Hearing Xia Xiqing's confused question, Zhou Ziheng felt warm in his heart, but he had no choice but to go to class. He had to grab the shirt at the head of the bed and put it on, buttoning it one by one. When he got to the last button, he grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and kissed it, "Be good, sleep a little longer."
Xia Xiqing untied his arms and lay down. Hearing the sound of Zhou Ziheng putting on his sweater, he raised his hands to cover his face. "Oh my God... I can't believe I'm actually dating a college student... The kind that takes roll call in the morning class."
Seeing that his arms were exposed and bare, Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he covered him tightly with the quilt, then leaned over and kissed Xia Xiqing's face twice, "Aren't college students good? Aren't younger men popular recently? They study hard at school and come home to cook for you and warm your bed. Where can you find such good college students?" Zhou Ziheng bit his ear shamelessly, "The key is that they are not bad looking."
"You should read less fan fiction, big star." Xia Xiqing turned over, hugged a large quilt and closed his eyes.
The quilt was filled with Zhou Ziheng's fresh and clean scent, like the rolling clouds in the autumn wind, gently enveloping this rootless fallen leaf.
"Oh, by the way, my sister-in-law told me yesterday that we might have to appear on some variety shows to promote the movie, and asked me to ask if you're willing."
Xia Xiqing closed his eyes, almost falling asleep, and could only respond half-dazedly, "Okay...", scratching Zhou Ziheng's heart like a cat's meow, making him unable to resist walking to the bedside, lowering his head and kissing the side of his face gently. The half-awake time was when Xia Xiqing was the softest and most defenseless. With every kiss, he could hear his soft humming, and the sticky sound coming from his nose sounded like resistance, but also like anger.
It was difficult for Zhou Ziheng to control himself from indulging in his rare obedience.
The absolute and strong possessive desire will always automatically and consciously turn into a pool of autumn eyes in the cool morning, immersing the soft and docile body of the lover.
When he woke up again, he didn't know what time it was. Xia Xiqing reached over and turned off the bedside lamp, got up, washed and packed, ate some snacks Zhou Ziheng bought, and went into his studio. Since returning from filming, the two of them slept in different rooms every day, sometimes at Xia Xiqing's house, sometimes at Zhou Ziheng's house, but most of the time it was Xia Xiqing who was making trouble and wanted to use his swimming pool to take a hot spring bath.
However, Zhou Ziheng had never entered this studio. Usually, when Zhou Ziheng came back, Xia Xiqing would put down his work and accompany him. He also never asked about Xia Xiqing's artistic creation.
Wearing a stain-resistant brown denim jacket and welding goggles, Xia Xiqing began to build the framework based on the small clay and line drafts he had made earlier. He had not made plaster sculptures like this for a long time. When he was at Foshan Academy of Fine Arts, he often helped his tutor to do it, but this was the first sculpture he had created independently.
In order to make sculptures, he put away all the paintings in his studio last month. This room is actually the largest room in the entire apartment except for the living room, but it is now also filled with steel bars and sculpture clay. The sparks from the steel bar welding are reflected on Xia Xiqing's goggles, dazzling.
As soon as the big frame was welded, Xia Xiqing was so tired that he sat on the steel bars and leaned against the wall to rest. When he was in the Academy of Fine Arts, he often asked some white models to build the frame for him as a reference, in terms of height, body shape, and posture, so as to ensure that there was no distortion.
But this time, Xia Xiqing can only follow his own heart.
A message came on the phone. Xia Xiqing put down the water he had taken a sip of and picked up the phone.
[Jiang Yin: The promotion of "Tracking" is about to begin, and I'd like to trouble you to cooperate.]
The tone of voice sounded like that of a policeman. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh. He replied with an "OK" emoticon and logged into Weibo during his break. It had been an unknown amount of time since he was last online. There were so many messages on Xia Xiqing's Weibo that the page was stuck. He had to wait for a long time before he could view it normally.
Out of habit, he clicked into the comments first. The screen was filled with messages like [Brother Xiqing misses you! Please take a selfie!], like little red hearts bursting through the screen, spraying directly onto Xia Xiqing's face.
I’d better post a selfie.
Xia Xiqing turned on the front camera and found that he was still wearing protective glasses. He looked left and right and thought the glasses looked pretty good, so he pressed the shutter button directly.
Just like that, Xia Xiqing posted a hasty selfie of himself wearing welding goggles on Weibo as a token of consolation.
Soon, this careless selfie was forwarded crazily by fans.
[My sweetheart is a little painter: Ahhh, fresh brother Xiqing! ]
[Talented Xia Xiqing: What kind of sunglasses does Xiqing brother wear? So cool! The anti-counterfeit mole is super cute! ]
[Study Girl Go: These glasses are so high-tech, they make me look like a scientist~~ btw Xiqing, was this taken at the last minute? Really fresh selfie. ]
This was discovered? Xia Xiqing couldn't understand why this girl was not a self-study girl, but a microscope girl.
[Self-study during the Chinese New Year: Ah, really! There is a clock behind Xi Qing, it was really shot and posted immediately! ]
So that's it. Xia Xiqing looked back at his workbench. Fortunately, there was nothing indescribable.
He refreshed the homepage again and happened to see Zhou Ziheng reposting the official Weibo of "Tracking". He clicked on it and saw that it was promotional materials and two stills from the filming of the movie.
The first picture shows Gao Kun's vaguely psychedelic profile in the swirling smoke, the gray-white smoke flowing freely, the green mountains in the distance outside the tunnel, and his short dark red hair. It is clearly a mixture of bright and colorful colors, but the composition and perspective reveal a subtle sense of desolation.
The second photo is of a dark alley in the middle of the night. A pale moon hangs high in the sky, casting a layer of bleak gray light on the criss-crossing illegal electric wires and the messy buildings that keep expanding upwards. The further down you go, the darker it gets. Two figures are walking one in front of the other. Jiang Tong, who is meeting them, has a trace of panic and fear on his face. The man behind has his face swallowed by the darkness, and the tattoo on his arm is faintly visible. His fresh red hair has become a ball of fire in the darkness.
Neither of the two pictures fully shows the complete appearance of the male lead and the male second, and even their faces are blurred, but the unique realistic and desolate style is unique. In addition, the enthusiasm of the CP fans has been accumulated for too long. It didn't take long for this promotional material to be forwarded over 100,000 times and commented on 30,000 times.
Zhou Ziheng, the absolute leading male, only added one sentence when he forwarded the message.
[Zhou Ziheng: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink, and get tattoos, I know I am a good boy.]
Phew, who wrote this copy
The next second, Xia Qing thought that this was probably written by Zhou Ziheng himself, but by writing this, isn’t he afraid of ruining his image as the number one alpha in the entertainment industry
He also retweeted a message following Zhou Ziheng, which seemed to be a joke but was actually flirting.
[ng_summer: Why would a good boy follow others? //Zhou Ziheng: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink, and get tattoos, I know I am a good boy.]
Soon their reposts were pushed to the top of the hot reposts by fans. The study girl was as happy as if it were New Year’s Day to see the two interacting after many days.
[Study Girl Go: Sisters are giving out candy!!! Come and eat it!]
[We are good friends because you study on your own: Why else? Because he likes you!]
As soon as this comment appeared, it was pushed to the top of the popular list, and the same sentence was posted below it.
Because he likes you.
It was hard to explain why Xia Xiqing's mouth curled up, and he was in a good mood. He even liked the unfinished steel frame he had built, and felt that it would not fail before the mud was even applied.
When you are in love, it really gives you the illusion that the whole world is beautiful, especially when you are in love secretly. Hormones surge and dopamine plays tricks.
Many main creators reposted the official Weibo of "Tracking" one after another, even Yang Bo, who had a small role, reposted it, but Xia Xiqing noticed that Song Nian was not among them. When filming before, the co-stars all added each other on Weibo. Xia Xiqing clicked on it from his follow list and found that Song Nian had just posted a Weibo selfie.
[Actor Song Nian: I believe that hard work pays off, and I should be grateful every day. [Love][Hug]]
Below it was a photo of her sleeping on a recliner in another crew, with a script full of notes on it.
These are nothing, just some inspirational quotes to consolidate his hardworking and dedicated personality. But Xia Xiqing always felt something was wrong. Everyone participated in the promotion of the new film, and the film crew had already informed everyone, but Song Nian was the only one who didn't forward it, and even posted a photo of himself in another crew while others were promoting.
This has a bit of a rhythmic meaning.
But if Song Nian gets into trouble at this time, isn’t she afraid that Kun Cheng will cut all her scenes before the film is released
What is she after? She doesn't have a fearless family like Zhou Ziheng, and her resources are not the best among young actresses. If this drama is cut, it will be a waste of time.
Xia Xiqing felt that this point did not make sense and could only blame himself for thinking too much. After all, he was born with a fondness for conspiracy theories.
He returned to his Weibo homepage and found that he had received a reply from someone he followed. He clicked on it and saw that it was a message from Zhou Ziheng under the selfie he had just taken.
[Zhou Ziheng: My wife no longer paints. Has she changed her career to become an electrician?]
Xia Xiqing took off his goggles immediately. How did he know he was welding? But soon, his attention shifted from welding to another place.
Why is he calling me wife again!
Before, I didn't know what "wife" meant, I just followed the fans and called her that, but now he knows it and still calls her that on purpose, just to take advantage. Xia Xiqing was already pissed off by him, and the comments below were like chicken blood, and those who didn't know would think he had poked some groundhog's nest.
[Self-study makes me happy: Ahhh Madam! If you call me Madam, I’m going to pass out!]
[I love self-study: Oh my idol personally came to the painter’s wife’s Weibo to urge her to post fewer selfies and draw more for him, hahaha. — On the convenience of dating a painter. ]
[The sweetest thing in the self-study world: Ah, Zhou Ziheng, you are so good! Calling her Madam is so easy that I have to wonder how they call each other in private.]
When Xia Xiqing saw this, the scene of Zhou Ziheng calling him "Brother Xiqing" suddenly popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but choke.
[The First Alpha in the Universe: By the way, isn’t Ziheng’s birthday coming up soon? Hasn’t your wife prepared anything for his birthday? She even drew pictures last year?]
[Sisters who are studying: How could there be none? My wife must have given me herself as a gift this year, hahaha]
[My Xipi must get married: Ahhh! I still keep the picture of my wife’s birthday last year as my Weibo background, and I look forward to Mrs. Xi Qing’s birthday this year! ]
Since he saw these comments, Zhou Ziheng must have seen them too.
Xia Xiqing decided to lock the door of this studio tightly from now on.
He exited Weibo and looked at the calendar on his phone. It was already October 6th, two weeks away from Zhou Ziheng's birthday. He suddenly remembered something and searched for Zhou Ziheng's zodiac sign.
In fact, these were the things that Xia Xiqing used to hate and look down upon the most. Recording the birthday of the person he liked, secretly preparing gifts for him, searching for descriptions of his zodiac sign, all were silly and stupid things that only teenagers in their first love would do. But at this time, Xia Xiqing had long thrown these preconceived ideas behind him and was having a great time browsing zodiac websites.
No matter how smart a person is, he cannot escape the temptation of love.
"Gentle personality, approachable, an expert in love..." Xia Xiqing unconsciously read out loud the words on the screen, but the more he looked at it, the less it seemed like that. He simply took a screenshot and sent it to Zhou Ziheng.
[Little Rose: You don’t look like a Libra man at all.]
Zhou Ziheng was studying in the library. He opened WeChat and saw that it was some zodiac analysis sent by Xia Xiqing. The last time he saw it was in elementary school. He was used to being told that he was not like a Libra man. When he was in sixth grade, he went home to ask his mother if she had remembered his birthday wrong.
I was almost beaten by my mother.
[Moral Standard: Horoscopes are not accurate.]
Soon Zhou Ziheng sent another message.
[Moral Model: What's your zodiac sign?]
[Little Rose: Shooter.]
[Moral Model: ...Okay, I got slapped in the face.]
[Moral model: The horoscopes are really accurate.]
Ever since he learned about his lover's zodiac sign, Zhou Ziheng hadn't read a single word while sitting in the library. He spent the entire night reading zodiac analysis on his phone. Especially after seeing the compatibility index between Sagittarius and Libra, he was so happy that he lost all interest in studying and just wanted to pack up his schoolbag and go home.
[Moral Model: Our zodiac sign match is 90 points, a perfect match! ]
Idiot. Xia Xiqing put down his phone, carefully adjusted the frame again and again, and began to mix the sculpture clay, but his mind was full of Zhou Ziheng's smile and saying that they were a perfect match, and the two crescent eyes could not be shaken off.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked this rough and simple semi-finished product, with a smile on his face that was gentler than the ginkgo trees outside the window.
What artist doesn't love his muse
If there is, we just haven't met each other yet.
The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng changed the notes for Xia Xiqing~