The day when the box office broke 1 billion happened to be the night when Escape from Werewolf was live-broadcasted. Xia Xiqing's Weibo exploded again with his wonderful performance in Werewolf and the confession video during the Beijing roadshow.
It was already 9 am when he woke up. Zhou Ziheng was not at home. Xia Xiqing rubbed his eyes and checked the class schedule on the bedside. Today was Friday, and Zhou Ziheng had a big class at 8 am. He lay in bed and checked Weibo. The whole screen was filled with fans asking for live broadcasts.
There was no other way. In order to fulfill his promise, Xia Xiqing decided to give it a try. After washing up, he came out of Zhou Ziheng's house, locked the door, returned to his own home, changed into a dirt-resistant military green sweatshirt, and sat on a chair in the studio, yawning.
After being in a daze for a while, Xia Xiqing took out the camera he had used to take pictures of the scenery, mounted it on a tripod and placed it on the table. He adjusted the angle, aimed it at the drawing board next to the workbench, and then connected to the Weibo live broadcast platform.
After completing all the preparations, he poured himself a cup of American coffee, placed it on the workbench, and turned on the camera.
Those fans who were leaving crazy messages on Weibo were like a group of noisy little groundhogs, crowding outside the door and knocking on it non-stop. Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened, and all the little groundhogs were stunned for a moment, looking at each other, and after less than two seconds, they rushed into the room in one breath.
The live broadcast room became lively in an instant.
Xia Xiqing sat on a chair, smiled and greeted the camera, "Good morning. Well... maybe it's not too early." Putting on wireless headphones, he glanced at the comments on his laptop.
[Ahhh, fresh Xiqing brother! ! ! ]
[Xi Qing is so pretty!!]
[Good morning, brother!]
[Good morning, Xiqing! Where is Hengheng? ? ]
Xia Xiqing stretched and replied casually, "He went to class."
[Haha ....]
[Why do I always find it funny when I hear Ziheng teaching a class?]
[Has Brother Xiqing had breakfast?]
"Breakfast? I didn't eat it today, but I usually do." Glancing at a mint candy on the table, Xia Xiqing reached out to take it, peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth. A cool and refreshing breath suddenly rushed up, and his mind became much clearer. "The person who made breakfast was almost late today and didn't have time to cook."
[Ahhh, is it Hengheng who made breakfast?! ? ?]
[Oh my god, Ziheng makes breakfast? ? I can’t even imagine it! ]
"He's good at cooking, both Chinese and Western food." Xia Xiqing didn't know why, but he felt a little proud. He wasn't the one who could cook, but he couldn't help showing off. "Oh, by the way, he's also learning baking recently. He made a row of cupcakes last time. They were delicious."
[Oh my god, this dog food is so damn sweet!!!]
[I’m jealous~]
[Lemons on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree]
[I cry every day for the beautiful love of self-study! Wuwuwuwu]
What a beautiful love story, so funny. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, "I'll go get the tools first." He stood up and walked to the long row of cabinets in the studio to take out the paint and brushes.
[Oh my god, Xi Qing has a cabinet of paint.]
[As expected of a rich man... this brand of paint is super expensive.]
[Painting is just a waste of money.]
"What should we draw today?" Xia Xiqing muttered to himself, feeling that his tone was like that of a kindergarten art teacher. Glancing at the screen, which was full of pictures of Zhou Ziheng, he couldn't help but smile, "No, I've already drawn too many of him." He took out a piece of sketch paper and clamped it on the drawing board, "In fact, I used to have a special room, which was full of pictures drawn for him."
[Oh my god! ! ! ! !]
[It’s so romantic, I really want to watch it! ! ! ]
[Brother Xiqing!! Can I exhibit it???]
Xia Xiqing squinted his eyes and glanced at the screen, then lowered his head to sharpen a pencil, "Exhibit, I'll think about it, if he's willing." But after saying that, he raised his head again, "No, why should I care whether he's willing or not?"
[Hahahaha, Hengheng is a person with no status!]
[Hahahahaha why should I care about him hahaha.]
[The family status is evident]
"That's right, mainly because I gave them all to him." Xia Xiqing sharpened the pencil neatly, his hair swaying as he sharpened the pencil. "Now the ownership of those paintings belongs to Zhou Ziheng, so I'm just asking symbolically."
[Symbolic hahahahahahahaha]
[It can be seen how much Hengheng dotes on Xiqing]
After sharpening a pencil, Xia Xiqing tucked the pencil behind his ear, as if he were tucking a cigarette. He took a sip of coffee and felt a little better. "My hair has grown longer recently." He used his fingers to fiddle with his hair. "It's blocking my eyes a bit." After saying that, Xia Xiqing lowered his head, found a rubber band for tying paintbrushes on the table, and tied up his bangs.
[Ahhh Apple Head!]
[The apple head is so pretty! ! ! ! ]
[Is Brother Xiqing wearing no makeup? ? ? He looks so good. ]
[Why does it look like she has eyeliner on? Look carefully, her eyelashes are so long!]
"Of course I'm wearing no makeup," Xia Xiqing put his face close to the camera, "My hair and eyelashes are very black and thick." He closed one eye, "So from a distance it looks a bit like I have eyeliner on."
[This color is absolutely amazing...]
[Mom, I saw an angel!]
"Actually, I feel a little listless..." Xia Xiqing looked at the dark circles under his eyes in the camera, "I got up late today and slept too late last night. Look at my dark circles."
[The fairy's dark circles are not dark circles! They are her own eye shadow!]
Phew, this is just bullshit.
[Is it because of excessive sexual indulgence? ! ! ! ]
[Don’t run away if you’re overindulging yourself in sex, hahahaha! ]
[Sisters’ Heaven Show!!!]
[I also want to indulge in excessive sexual activity with Brother Xiqing! ! ! ! ]
[Zhou Ziheng: ??? You guys treat me as if I don’t exist???]
[Hahahahahaha, who is more miserable, Hengheng?]
Xia Xiqing laughed as he watched the comments, "The chicken coop has issued a warning." He took the pen from behind his ear, half turned around and prepared to draw a sketch.
"Will you be bored if I paint here for an hour?" He held a pencil and drew a frame on the paper. Xia Xiqing's hands were very beautiful, the kind of slender hands with distinct joints. When he held the brush, his fingers were tense and his muscles were prominent.
[Brother Xiqing’s hands are so beautiful, prprprpr]
[This hand!!! I’m done!!!]
Xia Xiqing quietly typed out the rough line draft, turned around and took a sip of coffee. He was really not used to this live broadcast mode. When he turned around, he found that everyone was giving gifts.
"Don't give me gifts." Xia Xiqing put the coffee cup on the table and said like an older brother scolding a child, "Don't give me gifts. I don't make money from this."
[I don’t make money from this, I have plenty of money.]
[Hahahahaha this hurts the person above me]
[Brother Xiqing: If you give me more gifts, I will book a theater for you to watch a movie!]
[The rich second generation is forced to live broadcast their business hahahahahaha]
These little girls. Xia Xiqing lowered his head, smiled helplessly, turned around and began to draw the details of the sketch, "Today I will draw the last painting that Jiang Tong drew by the river, but I might draw..." Xia Xiqing raised his head and thought for a long time. Anyway, after the painting is finished, I will give it away in a lottery on Weibo to fans who have watched the movie."
[Ahhh Brother Xiqing’s painting!]
[Why is Brother Xiqing so fond of his fans?]
[I really want it but I have always been reluctant. Please let me have it once!]
"We need to get the canvas out," Xia Xiqing bent down and pulled out a clean and complete canvas from under the workbench, and placed it in the corner of the workbench. "Later, we need to move the sketch onto the canvas. Normally, I would skip this step, but this painting is going to be sent out..." He drew the lines carefully, stepped back a little after drawing the upper body, and studied the line drawing on the drawing paper, and continued, "... so be careful."
The way Xia Xiqing paints seriously is completely different from his usual frivolous and casual demeanor. He is very quiet and steady, with all his attention focused on the painting. However, it is a challenge for him to paint while chatting during a live broadcast.
When he talked to himself, his voice was very soft, and the uncertainty in his tone made it seem gentle and without any sharpness. It was a rare moment that perfectly matched this face.
The line drawing gradually took shape. Xia Xiqing turned around and looked at the barrage on his notebook.
[Brother Xiqing is so gentle, I want him to do a drawing ASMR]
[Yes, yes, yes! I also want to listen to Brother Xiqing doing ASMR. Just listening to Brother Xiqing talking to himself gives me a brain orgasm.]
[The voice is so sweet, so sweet and gentle. Do you usually talk to Hengheng like this at home?]
Seeing this, Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "No."
Some weird and restricted images appeared in my mind.
The way he and Zhou Ziheng get along is really inconvenient to show in front of fans and the public.
[I want to listen to Brother Xiqing singing, Brother Xiqing’s voice is so nice! ]
[I want to hear it too! ! ! Brother Xiqing, please sing a song! ]
[Sing! Sing! Sing! ! !]
Xia Xiqing laughed helplessly, "Isn't it painting? Why does it also include singing?"
[Brother Xiqing, please sing~ He even sings during the live broadcast!!]
[I want to hear it!!! I want to hear it!]
[Brother Xiqing, it’s my birthday today. Can you sing a song for me?]
Seeing this, Xia Xiqing felt a little soft-hearted again, "It's your birthday, happy birthday. What should we sing..." He took out his phone, "How about this, I'll play a random song from the playlist, and you can sing whatever song comes to mind."
[good!!!!]
[Ahhh, Brother Xiqing is going to sing! ]
I clicked on random play and a song appeared.
"This song is not very popular, you may not have heard it." Xia Xiqing pointed the phone screen at the camera, but it didn't seem to be clear. He turned around and faced the skateboard, drawing and singing at the same time, his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and his pronunciation was very light, it sounded like he was humming a song.
"All of me is like you
The Renaissance
Who owns the distance between words
Exchanging a little bit of clarity
All of you are like me
Postmodern Mottled Silence
Who abandons the secrets of words and words
Dürer and the Rhinoceros
Xia Xiqing was painting the beach at the bottom with his head half lowered. A section of his fair neck was revealed at the back of his army green sweatshirt. While singing, he turned around, found an eraser from the workbench, and smiled at the camera. His peach blossom eyes curved up, giving off a lively and charming impact.
"Let us shine forever
Crying with pure verses
The parade is full of imagery
Oscar Wilde cannot see the love that fear creates"
[Brother Xiqing has a nice voice!! Oh my god, how come he is so handsome, so talented, and can sing so well?]
[The lyrics of this song are so beautiful]
[The lyrics match well with Brother Xiqing.]
After singing, Xia Xiqing turned around and looked at the barrage.
[This song!!! Cheer Chen’s “Rhino”!! Oh my god, I love it so much!]
[I don’t quite understand the meaning of the lyrics, why is it called “Rhino”?]
Seeing the confusion on the barrage, Xia Xiqing explained, "The Dürer and the rhinoceros mentioned in the lyrics of this song actually refers to the woodcut painting "Rhinoceros" created by Dürer, a great printmaker during the Renaissance. There is a very interesting story here."
"In 1515, when European countries were expanding outward with the help of navigation technology, the Sultan of India presented the Governor of Portugal with a gift, an Indian rhinoceros. At that time, there were no such creatures as rhinoceroses in Europe. This precious rhinoceros arrived in Portugal after 120 days of sailing."
"Later, the Governor of Portugal wanted to send the rhino to Italy, but unfortunately, a shipwreck occurred on the way and the rhino died in the sea. So, Dürer, who lived in Italy, had never seen a real rhino, but he created a woodcut based on a sketch of a rhino. This painting was later reprinted and sold in large quantities in Europe, so that everyone thought the rhino in the painting looked like a real rhino."
[What does the painting look like?]
[How magical! Hahaha! European people are keen on oriental animals.]
"I remember I have a miniature rubbing board in my collection." Xia Xiqing stood up and rummaged through the cabinet in the studio for a while. He found the painting in a cardboard box. He brought the painting to the camera, looked at the print, and turned his head to look at the image in the camera. "Isn't it very different? Wearing armor and with horns all over its back, it looks like an upgraded rhino in Digimon."
He put the painting down. "Although it is very different from a real rhino, people at that time were very enthusiastic about this painting and liked the rhino in it. This process actually reflects a very real psychological phenomenon. How should I put it..."
Xia Xiqing thought for a moment, "It's very similar to when you like someone. Sometimes, what we are obsessed with is not the thing itself, but an illusion that goes beyond reality."
[Teacher Xia is so gentle]
[Why don’t I have an art teacher like this?]
[Brother Xiqing’s voice is so gentle, and it sparkles when he explains art]
Looking at the comments, Xia Xiqing sighed inaudibly and smiled again, "Actually, I'm not gentle at all. You've also fallen into this rhino trap."
He half lowered his head and rubbed the graphite on his little finger. His drooping eyelashes looked like fragile butterfly wings that would break at the slightest touch. “To be honest, when I first appeared on A Way Out, the image I presented was not actually me.”
Facing the camera, he looked very calm. "To put it bluntly, that's a personality. Of course, I also help maintain that personality. In fact, I'm not as good as everyone imagines. I've had very dark and absurd periods, and my personality is flawed." He curled his lips and said, "It's different from the personality that everyone imagines this face should match."
[Brother Xiqing, why does my heart hurt so much...]
[We like you, not the character.]
"Not entirely. Often when people like someone, they don't actually like the real him or her, but rather the person they imagine themselves to be. That's a kind of reprocessing." Xia Xiqing punctured this window paper, thoroughly exposing it. "People will use their own expectations and fantasies to beautify the person you like. The more you like him or her, the more filters you will add to him or her."
After saying this, Xia Xiqing raised his eyes to look at the camera, "I am not saying this to ask you to like the real me, I just want to show you the real me, and be honest."
I have been a fake for so long only because I was taught from a young age that no one would love me. No one would love the real me.
But now, someone has given me a ray of hope. I also want to try and face my true self.
The comments became very emotional, and many fans started posting crying faces and love hearts. Xia Xiqing felt that he had said too much and too directly, and sometimes fans couldn't listen to him. He smiled again, "Why are you sad? I'm fine now, and I'm free."
After saying this, he remembered something, and his eyes sparkled as he smiled, "But Zhou Ziheng is not like that."
"The persona he presents and the Zhou Ziheng you see are both incomparable to the real him. He is the most sincere and excellent person in the world."
Xia Xiqing's pronunciation was very sure and precise. He always believed this, sometimes even so sure that he still didn't deserve him.
"You must think that Zhou Ziheng in your eyes is already very good, but in fact, he is far more than that. That is just the tip of the iceberg." With his chin supported by his hand, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and traced the lines of the woodblock print in circles with his right fingers, muttering to himself.
"He is a reality better than fantasy, a rhino that cannot be replicated."
[Sudden confession!!!]
[The fairy wife blows her husband online! ! ! ]
[Ahhhh I'm not me, why are you guys so nice!]
[I don’t know why I feel like crying when I see Xi Qing saying this.]
[What kind of fairy love is this!!!]
After coming to his senses, Xia Xiqing suddenly realized what he had done and said.
He actually said these words in front of thousands of live fans. His ears started to burn for no apparent reason. This was totally unlike him. In a panic, he tried to take a sip of coffee to calm the pain, but he accidentally choked himself and started coughing.
[Xiqing, I’m sorry!]
[My ears are all red!!!]
"Ahem..." Xia Xiqing hurriedly peeled another mint candy and stuffed it into his mouth, changing the subject, "Anyway, I am the rhinoceros that is out of touch with reality. I am not what you imagine. I am not gentle or kind at all. I am full of flaws."
In order to change the atmosphere and quickly get rid of the awkwardness of the confession, he added, "Actually, my normal state is more like the one during the Werewolf live broadcast. You guys said in the comments that day that I was like a different person, but that was me." He turned around and continued to paint, "I'm usually like that when I'm with my friends. I love to lie and am arrogant."
[But I like you at that time! You were so cool!!]
[Yes! Bad and cute! !]
[I like Brother Xiqing no matter what he looks like~]
[It was so cool when he was killing the werewolves! I watched the logic section over and over again! It was so cool!]
[Xi Qing is so good at lying that even I, from a God's perspective, was convinced!]
[Cheating my brother, bluffing my friends, and cheating my nephew to win the whole game, hahahaha]
Xia Xiqing lowered his head to unlock his phone to check the time, and didn't notice that someone was walking in from the studio door behind him, and a pair of long legs was already in the frame.
[Ahhh who is that! ! ! !]
[Is it self-honing? ? ? ]
[This leg is definitely Zhou Ziheng's! ! ! ]
[WTF, dog food falling from the sky! ! ]
Only Xia Xiqing was still mumbling to himself on his phone, "I am an emotionless Werewolf player."
He said one sentence after another, "A game like Werewolf is all about seeing who is more reckless and who is more shameless..."
The next moment, someone covered his head with a layer of white canvas. Before Xia Xiqing could react and turn around, someone hugged him from the neck. The warm breath soaked through the canvas, and the deep voice numbed his ears.
"It's dark, please close your eyes."
The electric current hit Xia Xiqing's heart in an instant.
Zhou Ziheng's voice is teasing, with a charm that lies between cunning boyishness and mature male hormones.
His hand lifted Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing his head to tilt back, and his other hand slowly pulled the canvas off from behind his head. The beautiful jawline, slightly open lips, and mole on the tip of the nose were slowly exposed to the sunlight one by one.
Before the canvas left his eyes, Xia Xiqing, who was immersed in shock, was kissed by Zhou Ziheng who was standing behind him.
The moment their lips touched, the canvas was slowly and completely pulled away. The large, warm hand still gently held Xia Xiqing's jawbone, like holding the fragile neck of a white porcelain vase.
A kiss that made the world spin and my vision distorted.
It was clearly just a touch of the water, but the moment of kissing each other seemed like a slow-motion shot, frozen in Xia Xiqing's eyes frame by frame. He was unable to come back to his senses even after he let go.
Zhou Ziheng smiled triumphantly, "It's dawn." He bent down and kissed Xia Xiqing's ear again, "I'm a prophet. It was Xia Xiqing who was tested last night. Xia Xiqing is..."
After saying that, he crossed his arms over his chest, turned around and leaned against the workbench, looked at Xia Xiqing and smiled, "I like this person. Give me some pink water."
What is this guy
Xia Xiqing's entire neck turned red and he ripped the canvas from Zhou Ziheng's hand and threw it at the camera.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Ziheng was confused.
"Why should I ask you? Why didn't you knock on the door?" Xia Xiqing covered his face with both hands, tilted his head back and sighed loudly in self-abandonment, "I'm live streaming, Zhou Ziheng."
"Live broadcast???" Zhou Ziheng finally reacted, "No, no, right?"
Xia Xiqing rolled his eyes at him and raised his chin towards the notebook behind him, "Look for yourself." After that, he bent his knees, put his heels on the chair, hugged his knees and buried his head in them, complaining to him in a muffled voice, "It's over, it's over, I'm going to be on the hot search again..."
Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw that his laptop was black, with comments scrolling all over the screen.
[Ahhhhhhh I'm crazy]
[Ahhhhhh where am I and who am I]
[Zhou Ziheng is awesome! ! ! ! ! Zhou Ziheng's general attack! ! ! ! ! ]
[What kind of idol drama am I watching!!! Mom, save me!!!]
[Oh my god, Zhou Ziheng is so hot that I feel weak all over…]
[You guys should get married soon! Mommy wants to watch you have your wedding night today! ! ! ]
[Kiss me to death from behind!!! Wodema made me fly right in front of the screen!!!]
[Ahhh, self-study, beautiful love!!! Hengheng is still carrying a school bag! The new year fish is so delicious!!]
[What kind of a love prophet is this! ! ! ! I have verified you and you are the one I love! ! ! ]
[Oh my god... Is Zhou Ziheng always so charming...]
[Ahhhhhhh I can't speak]
Since it has already happened.
Zhou Ziheng immediately turned off the live broadcast, half-knelt in front of Xia Xiqing, and rubbed his palm in a flattering manner, "I will definitely knock on the door next time."
"I've been drawing, my hands are dirty." Xia Xiqing wanted to pull it out, but Zhou Ziheng refused to let her. Instead, he acted as if he had discovered a treasure. "You can be embarrassed sometimes." He pulled Xia Xiqing's hand into his arms. "It looks like you're just being coquettish."
"You are the one who is acting like a spoiled child." Xia Xiqing suddenly turned hostile and pulled out his hand, "You are dreaming."
"Let's act coquettishly again."
"I'm not being spoiled!"
"Please."
"Dream on." Xia Xiqing stood up and was about to leave, but was grabbed by a hand the next second. The huge force dragged him to the cabinet in the studio, and his back was pressed against the cold glass cabinet. Zhou Ziheng's arm confined him in this small space, and the compressed distance became stalemate.
"Just act coquettishly." The corners of his mouth curled up and his voice was low. It was clearly a request, but it sounded full of flirtatiousness.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng completely changed, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt the desire to win. He completely threw away the shyness that was hard to talk about after being moved, raised his head and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "What does it mean to act like a spoiled child?"
As he spoke, his hands wrapped around Zhou Ziheng's neck, like the sinful vines in a myth, emitting a charming botanical fragrance.
With their bodies close, Xia Xiqing slowly rubbed the skin of her cheek against the side of Zhou Ziheng's neck, and her hair and earlobe created fleeting sparks.
Like two swans embracing each other.
"so?"
His questioning tone rose slightly and dragged out long, like a silk scarf brushing across his face.
After saying that, Xia Xiqing raised her head to look at him again, looking up at that pure face.
"… how about this?"
The next second, he gently rubbed Zhou Ziheng's nose with his nose. His slightly opened lips were soft and red, like a ravaged rose. If he kissed her again, beautiful but bitter juice would flow out.
Zhou Ziheng maintained his composure, but every cell in his body was boiling, and the rising temperature was approaching a dangerous critical point.
He was committing a brutal, slow murder on himself.
A blunt knife grates on your nerves, a demon in an angel's body.
"Still... like this."
Xia Xiqing leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, her warm and moist breath lingering on his hot skin, and her voice, which she softened intentionally, had a sticky nasal tone.
"Ziheng, I want to hear you say you like me."
The soft knife finally pierced into the heart, and the tip of the knife gently and cruelly stirred the fishy and sweet pool of spring water inside.
Xia Xiqing raised her eyes obediently, her eyelashes sweeping across the sticky air, her innocent eyes hiding the smell of gunpowder from an accidental discharge of a gun.
"Come in and talk later."
The author has something to say: Xi Qing: Please think about this punctuation.
The two are masters of sweet talk who love to flirt with each other. When it comes to love, they are pure and lustful, and they don't even let their own fans go.
In fact, Xi Qing is still not confident in himself deep down, but he is trying hard to face up to this fact.
Song: the verse "Rhino"