Chapter 29 Retaliation

It took the whole team four hours just to shoot the cover and inner pages of the magazine. Fortunately, the results were beyond everyone's imagination, so everyone was very satisfied despite the hard work.

"This time the magazine will definitely be gone in seconds." The director sat next to Zhou Ziheng, "The shooting is so good that it can be selected for the cover of the year."

Zhou Ziheng smiled modestly and said nothing.

"I found that the two of you really don't talk much in your life." The director thought it was very interesting, "I thought the rumors on the Internet were all fake."

Zhou Ziheng glanced at Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the sofa and fell asleep, "We actually only met after the recording of "Escape From Heaven", so we are not very familiar."

While saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his words were really unbelievable.

They even kissed, but couldn't find any suitable word to define their relationship. It's so weird.

"I heard that Xiao Xia is your fan. I seem to have seen the paintings he drew for you before." As the director said, he flipped through the popular Weibo, "I saw it yesterday... this."

But as soon as he opened it, he realized that something was wrong, "Oh wait, oh, this is the painting of Shang Sirui, oh my, I made a mistake." The director's face showed a little embarrassment, and he put the phone back in his jacket pocket.

"It's alright." Although Zhou Ziheng felt uncomfortable, his face still remained calm and calm, "You can go to his Weibo to see it. His Weibo is full of my paintings."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng regretted it. His behavior was like a declaration of sovereignty.

And as long as you click on his Weibo, you can see the cp blog he liked.

The more think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

"The painting is really good, I heard that it is from Fomei," the director nodded in appreciation, "The aesthetic style of the academic school is different."

The venue for the magazine interview was set up, and Ronaldinho came over, "Ziheng, I'll be interviewing later. Do you want to add makeup or something?"

"No need." Zhou Ziheng turned his face to the side and saw Xia Xiqing locked on the other sofa, shrunk into a ball, his entire face covered by his hair, he hesitated for a while, and finally said softly to Ronaldinho, " Go and call him up."

Xiao Luo snorted, walked over, and gently shook Xia Xiqing's shoulder. Xia Xiqing, who was in a daze, frowned. He was always very angry when he got up. He turned his body to face the sofa cushion, buried himself in it, and turned his back to Xiao Luo, as if he didn't want to wake up at all. .

"...Xi Qing?"

Xia Xiqing was really sleep deprived. He hadn't slept the night before, and shooting magazines almost drained his energy. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the sofa between breaks, his head was groggy and he didn't want to open his eyes at all. Open your eyes.

"Ziheng," Xiao Luo turned to Zhou Ziheng for help, "Xi Qing doesn't seem to remember much..."

Taking a look at Xia Xiqing's back on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng sighed, "Go and call a makeup artist for me first, I guess you'll have to touch up the makeup later." Just as Xiao Luo was about to leave, Zhou Ziheng said again. , "By the way, bring me a glass of water again, thank you."

Watching Xiao Luo go away, Zhou Ziheng sat on the sofa where Xia Xiqing was lying, and reached out to touch his shoulder, "Hey, get up." Xia Xiqing, who buried his head in the cushion, hummed in a low voice, He moved his shoulders, and fell asleep on his own with a resolutely uncooperative look.

There was no way, Zhou Ziheng had to grab one of his arms and tried to pull him up forcibly. Just as he was pulling him up a little, he heard Xia Xiqing, with his eyes half-closed and frowning, scolding him in a calm voice, "Fuck, I'm so annoying. "He stretched out his hand to push Zhou Ziheng away, but Zhou Ziheng grabbed his wrist, after all, he was in a half-dream and half-awake state, and Xia Xiqing could hardly struggle.

"You have to get up when you're bored." Zhou Ziheng pulled him to sit up, and Xia Xiqing, whose hair was covering his face, seemed to be enveloped by low air pressure. Elbow rested on the cushion, white palm supported his drowsy head.

Why does he feel uncomfortable.

"Do you have a headache...?" Zhou Ziheng reached out and tried to brush his hair, but Xia Xiqing avoided him with a frown.

He looks like a cat with a bad temper. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

He was so tired that Xia Xiqing didn't want to say a word. He was still on the verge of being half-awake, top-heavy, and it seemed that he would fall into a deep, deep place in the next moment.

The voice of Zhou Ziheng in the ear is getting farther and farther, as if it came from the sky

sleepy.

"How do you feel..." Halfway through the sentence, Xia Xiqing, who had just been picked up and sat cross-legged by him, fell asleep again and fell straight into Zhou Ziheng's arms.

"...I'm more tired than me." After subconsciously finishing what he didn't say, Zhou Ziheng caught Xia Xiqing in a daze, wrapping his arms around his shoulders naturally.

His head rested on his chest, his slightly curly hair was soft and looked very touchable.

In the noisy studio, everyone was in a hurry, and all kinds of voices filled their ears. The mysterious thing was that at this moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost hear Xia Xiqing's tired and steady breathing.

Mixed with his own pounding heartbeat.

What's going on here?

"Self-honored."

The subconscious imagination was interrupted, Zhou Ziheng helped Xia Xiqing up at once, the movement was too fast, Xia Xiqing suddenly woke up and opened his eyes dissatisfied.

Zhou Ziheng coughed, stood up unnaturally and said to the makeup artist behind Ronaldinho, "Well, he just slept, he might have to touch up his makeup, trouble."

Xiao Luo held a cup of coffee in his hand, for fear of touching it, he supported it with the other hand, "Ziheng, this..."

Zhou Ziheng smelled the aroma of coffee, frowned and looked at Ronaldinho in dissatisfaction, "Did I just say I want coffee?"

"You asked for water. I saw a coffee machine there and I'll get it for you. Drink it up and it's still hot." There was an expression on Ronaldinho's face that I was quick to compliment me.

Zhou Ziheng lifted his breath and took the coffee. He originally thought that Xia Xi should drink some water when he wakes up, but Ronaldinho poured him coffee on his own initiative. I glanced at my watch, it's almost ten o'clock, can I still sleep after drinking coffee?

"Ziheng, don't you drink?"

Seeing Xiao Luo's puzzled expression, Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to drink the coffee by himself, frowning and handing him the cup, "It's so bitter. If you help me get a glass of water, you need plain water."

"Oh." Ronaldinho took the cup in confusion and walked away. Zhou Ziheng looked back and saw Xia Xiqing raised his head on the sofa, closed his eyes and let the makeup artist make up his hair for him.

"Xi Qing, your skin is so good, why do you stay up all night so well?"

Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and smiled, and smiled wearily, "Really? It's alright."

"Ziheng's skin is also very good," the makeup artist looked back at Zhou Ziheng, who was standing next to him, "Ziheng, I feel that your skin has been very good since you were a child. I still remember when you were young, someone said that you would grow up when you grew up. Remnant, haha, who knows that the longer you are, the more handsome you are."

Xia Xiqing, who was leaning his head back on the sofa, opened his eyes and saw Zhou Ziheng standing there, thinking that he had been arguing about his sleep just now, so he grabbed a small cushion on the sofa and threw it at Zhou Ziheng.

Very childish.

Zhou Ziheng caught it all at once, tilted his head, and gave him a look, as if he was questioning what he was doing.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows sullenly, his eyes turned to one side.

"You two have a good relationship," said the makeup artist with a gossip smile. "I heard that Xi Qing is a big fan of Ziheng. You probably liked him when he was a child star, right?"

"No," Xia Xiqing laughed, his eyes curved into beautiful arcs again, "I haven't seen the roles he played when he was a child, and I don't even know what he looked like when he was a child."

"Huh?" The makeup artist put away the toolbox and stood up, "You really are a fake fan."

Having been told, Xia Xiqing couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, the pillow he threw over was thrown straight back, and Xia Xiqing nimbly reached out to catch it, clasping his hands on his chest. Zhou Ziheng's eyes glanced elsewhere, and with a displeased expression, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, turned and walked elsewhere.

He really threw it in his face, it was weird. Xia Xiqing smiled and put the cushion aside, patted it twice with his hands, and stood up and stretched.

Before the interview, the editor-in-chief called to notify the temporary arrangement to make another set of covers, and make a double version of the cover to be released together, so they could only temporarily remodel.

"Hasn't Xi Qing worked so hard yet?" Shane laughed and tore the special effect "wound" on his face.

"It's okay, I used to stay up all night when I was doing my homework." Xia Xiqing squeezed his neck, watched Xiao Luo walk towards him, and handed him a glass of water, "Thank you, it's so sweet, I happen to be thirsty."

Xiao Luo smiled embarrassedly, just as he was about to say that Ziheng asked him to bring it, when he tilted his head and saw Ziheng winking at him, he had to shut up and smile, scratching his hair unnaturally.

The new look continues the gloomy gothic style of the past. The stylist gave Xia Xiqing a palace-style white silk shirt with a layered lace bow tie. The slightly curly hair was tied into a half-ball head, leaving a strand of broken hair on the forehead.

The wound makeup on Xia Xiqing's face was also removed, and replaced with a more delicate and clean base makeup. The previous light eye makeup was also discarded, and black all-inclusive eyeliner was drawn, and dark brown eyeshadow was used to blur the eye end. Follow the shape of the peach blossom eye and pick it up slightly.

"My God, Xiqing, you are too suitable for heavy makeup." The makeup artist finally arranged the makeup, gently supported his chin, and sat in the mirror to check the makeup, "It's really good-looking, let's debut Xi Qing, then hire me as your exclusive makeup artist hahaha."

Xia Xiqing looked in the mirror. To be honest, he was very unaccustomed to this enchanting style of makeup, so he could only smile.

Turning his head, he found that Zhou Ziheng was also remodeling. He changed out of the turtleneck sweater he had used before, and wore a black hooded jacket with a white low-neck inner layer. Live his superior forehead, light makeup. The stylist put the hat on for him, and in the mirror he looked mysteriously young.

It's not the same style as the previous abstinence murderer, but rather like a little wolf dog wandering outside.

After finishing the styling, Shane called out the makeup artist of the two of them, "Lin Mo wants to discuss the overall styling of the second edition with you, and some props," she greeted the two people sitting in front of the mirror again. , "Ziheng Xiqing, you all sit and rest for a while, we'll be shooting soon."

Xia Xiqing turned back and smiled at Shane. The moment the door of the dressing room was closed, the gentle and innocent smile on his face gradually subsided, turning into a smile that was not a smile. He stood up, took the drink prepared by the staff, took a sip, and walked casually to Zhou Ziheng who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Zhou Ziheng was bored, so he opened Weibo to see what new melons he could eat. The moment he opened it, it was the interface of his trumpet account. He was so frightened that he almost dropped the phone on the ground.

"what are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing's index finger and thumb were still tugging at Zhou Ziheng's face, while holding a drink in the other hand, biting the straw, he answered vaguely, "It's nothing, I just want to know if you look so fierce and your face will be hard. ." His eyes curled up, "I didn't expect it to be quite soft."

Zhou Ziheng patted his hand irritably, but Xia Xiqing grabbed his hand holding the phone, "Why are you so nervous just now, it looks like someone stepped on your tail," Xia Xiqing brought his face to Zhou Ziheng's face, The voice became playful, "Are you looking at something indescribable?"

Confused, Zhou Ziheng broke Xia Xiqing's hand, put the phone back in his pocket, spit out a few words pretending to be indifferent, looked up at him, "what does it have to do with you."

"Oh~" Xia Xiqing's tail was long, straightened his waist, walked to the dressing table, put down the drink, turned and leaned on the table, "I almost forgot, we are not surprised by ourselves, we have experienced hundreds of battles. what."

Can this trick pass? Zhou Ziheng regretted it to death. He had nothing to do to stand up for this prodigal son. He frantically closed his hat and pretended not to see Xia Xiqing as he refused to cooperate.

With an indifferent expression, Xia Xiqing turned his head to look at the scattered cosmetics on the dressing table.

"Hey, let me ask you a question."

Zhou Ziheng still frowned, and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing stepped on the horizontal rail of Zhou Ziheng's chair, handed a square black package of cosmetics to Zhou Ziheng, and opened the lid with a snap, "Big star, you are put on makeup every day, you know the color of this one is what?"

Glancing at the makeup in his hand, it was a square-shaped powder-like thing, flesh pink, which looked like blush. Zhou Ziheng glanced at him speechlessly, "How do I know?"

"You don't know, I'll tell you." Xia Xiqing stretched out his fingers and wiped the blush, then bent down and leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear. earlobe.

His voice contained a warm breath and a frivolous smile, and together with the flesh-pink powder, it was gently crushed against Zhou Ziheng's earlobe.

The other hand grabbed Zhou Ziheng's belt badly and pulled it out.

"Deep throat."

Zhou Ziheng's heart stagnated for a second, and when he came back to it, he only felt hot all over, and pushed Xia Xiqing away.

"I really can't stand teasing, little boy." Looking at Zhou Ziheng with frizzy hair, Xia Xiqing took a sip of the drink with satisfaction, and bit the mouth of the straw with a smile, "This is the punishment for waking me up just now."

"Are you unreasonable?" Zhou Ziheng stepped on the edge of the dressing table irritably.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "What's the reason? I'm the reason." After speaking, he glanced at the foot that Zhou Ziheng was stepping on next to him, and just as he was about to reach out, Zhou Ziheng saw it right at a glance and took his foot back.

"So afraid of me." Xia Xiqing laughed, "Hey, do you still want to know about other cosmetics, I can tell you."

Zhou Ziheng covered his ears, got up from the chair and walked out.

Looking at this man's back, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh.

what.

This is too cute.

The make-up filming officially started, and all the staff were ready. Xia Xiqing, who had completed the overall shape, walked to the studio. The layout inside remained unchanged, the black background and the chair.

"Let's change the way of thinking on the cover of the second edition. Xiqing, you are still sitting on the chair, but this time it's cooler." Lin Mo arranged for Xia Xiqing to sit on the burgundy upholstered chair before, and reached out to straighten his collar for him. , said softly with a smile.

"Attack a little."

Xia Xiqing, who had Erlang's legs crossed, looked at him contemptuously, the tip of his tongue impatiently pressed against the inner wall of his mouth, and then slid down the row of teeth.

Zhou Ziheng, who was being adjusted by the stylist, couldn't see Xia Xiqing's expression, and could only see Lin Mo bent over to Xia Xiqing's face from a distance.

"Ziheng, why are you frowning? Did I just pull your hair?"

Zhou Ziheng immediately returned to his senses, "Oh no, it's nothing."

The makeup artist came over, "Ziheng, Lin Mo said that you need to draw a little wound on the corner of your mouth."

The reshoots officially started. Different from the previous posture, Xia Xiqing sat on the chair with his legs crossed, his right elbow rested on the armrest of the exquisite carved walnut chair, and the slightly raised chin was supported on the back of his hand. His posture was lazy and his eyes were contemptuous.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the ground, leaned back against the chair, bent his left leg, stretched his right leg, raised his head with a black hood slightly, the wound at the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and his eyes were full of disdain.

The biggest difference from the previous edition was that Zhou Ziheng's slender neck was tied with a black belt, the metal was firmly stuck on the side of the neck, and the other end of the belt was held in his hand by Xia Xiqing sitting on the chair, which was tightly pulled. , like dragging his pet.

Murderers and victims, prisoners and perpetrators.

Black and white are reversed, the situation is reversed.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I just want to use the blush of Nars' family Deep Throat (deep throat)

Xia Xiqing, if you do this again, the little wolf dog that your family can't help teasing will fight back one day. 【Speaking with heart and soul