Chapter 3 Born Against the Bone

The person who approached to strike up a conversation was at a loss for words for a while. Xia Xiqing didn't even look at him, straightened his suit, and left without looking back.

Such a self-righteous person can entangle him endlessly without completely destroying his poor self-confidence like a bubble. Xia Xiqing walked down a street, stopped a taxi and got in.

On the way home, Xia Xiqing continued to look at the previous Weibo. The video was indeed released by the official film of the film, and netizens were indeed discussing it spontaneously, but he always felt that there would be capital involved in this matter in the later stage. , take this opportunity to hype.

Thinking of this, he felt a little unhappy. He went back to the apartment he rented temporarily after returning to China, took a hot shower, and fell asleep on the bed.

Sure enough, Xia Xiqing, who slept until the next afternoon, woke up to find that his phone had been on mute and had more than 40 missed calls. He turned around, and even his parents who didn't have a phone call during the holidays called.

At this moment, he even felt a little bit of fun in it. He was so popular now that he was forced to appear in the sight of everyone, including two parents who had no feelings for him. They could make them jump in anger without seeing each other. It's also quite an achievement.

After tidying up, Xia Xiqing tied up his forehead hair, a small tweezer stood on top of his head, and then changed into a dirty overalls and sat in front of the drawing board, with a mottled paint plate by his hand. , red and blue mixed together into a dirty gray-purple. He closed his eyes and saw Zhou Ziheng's disdainful expression that night.

Like floating clouds, those images gradually slipped into my mind from the clouds of memory and became clear. Xia Xiqing caught it with lines and bound it on the drawing paper.

The three-dimensional outline, the sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the lip line that was slightly pursed because of disgust, were all smeared on the plain plane by the heavy color of the oil painting, and there was nowhere to escape.

Xia Xiqing held the pen, leaned against the back of the chair, and stepped on the edge of the tool table with one leg, carefully scrutinizing this somewhat casual sketch.

I can't tell where I am dissatisfied. The expression fitted by the lines is always less than one ten thousandth of the charm of the real person, and even the degree of disgust cannot be simulated.

The phone rang again, Xia Xiqing stretched out his arm enough and took it in his hand.

It's an unfamiliar number.

"May I ask who you are?" He was habitually falsely friendly.

"We've met before, do you still remember me?" The voice of the other party was indeed familiar, and Xia Xiqing only reacted for a second or two before recalling, "Ah...you are Miss Jiang."

"Yes, you have a really good memory." Jiang Yin on the other end of the phone laughed, "Have you been troubled recently? You are popular all over the Internet."

Xia Xiqing smiled and stretched, "Fortunately, I have been sleeping, you are the first call I received."

Jiang Yin was a little surprised. The young man was so calm that he didn't even ask how she got the contact information.

It was already dusk when the two of them made an appointment. There were very few people in the cafe. The orange sunlight filtered through the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass windows and melted into the strong aroma of the coffee, wrapping Xia Xiqing inside.

Jiang Yin squeezed the coffee spoon with her fingers to disperse the shape of the milk foam, and looked at the young man in front of her.

His dark hair was dyed with a warm glow by the setting sun, a smile on his delicate face, and the small mole on the tip of his nose was gentle and charming. didn't find it last time, but there was a slender scar on his chin. , which is about to coincide with the jaw line, and is not easy to find. Xia Xiqing was more casual than she thought, wearing only a dirty gray overalls, big and old, all stained with paint, old and new.

However, Jiang Yin immediately recognized the brand of the clothes. This trendy brand is quite expensive. Many celebrities are very popular when they engage in so-called airport fashion. This piece on him seems to be a limited joint model, which is also worth it.

"Did you just paint?"

"Yeah." Xia Xiqing looked down at his palm, there was a large piece of dark blue paint on the outside, he rubbed it with his fingers, but he couldn't get it off. Is there anything wrong with asking me out?"

Seeing that he was so direct, Jiang Yin didn't say anything more polite, and said straight to the point: "Have you never thought about debuting?"

Xia Xiqing tapped the wall of the coffee cup with his fingers, looking at the people coming and going outside the window, "Debut?"

"Your conditions are really good, and you are very popular with the audience. You can see it in this hot search." Jiang Yin subconsciously put on the posture of a gold broker, "Actually, in our opinion, artists are also graded, and the most The second is that no matter how hard you try, you can't get attention. Such people are the majority in this circle. Better, they can make it through slowly, hone their acting skills, or wait for an opportunity, there will always be Xiaohong. The last type is a talented player. Even if you don't say a word, you can get a lot of attention as long as you have a camera." Jiang Yin leaned forward, "You are the last type. "

A small child walked past, holding a hydrogen balloon in his hand, one did not hold it tightly and let it fly away, the child stared blankly at the sky, and suddenly burst into tears. Xia Xiqing looked at it and couldn't help laughing.

Feeling the ignored Jiang Yin coughed, Xia Xiqing turned back lazily and looked at her, "Miss Jiang, you are definitely an expert in this circle, but no matter how powerful an expert is, there will be times when you are wrong."

"What's the meaning?"

"You're wrong now." Xia Xiqing leaned back on the sofa, too lazy to hide it, "I'm not the last one. Let me tell you straight away, I'm a troublemaker." His eyes were full of smiles, dark pupils The warm light from the window flows in. "You'll regret it. If you pull me into this circle, I'll just keep making trouble for you."

Jiang Yin looked at him for a while before she said, "You don't want to debut, I understand. I still have plan B."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, he was bored anyway, so he might as well listen, "Speak."

"Recently, there is a reality show that requires amateurs to participate." Jiang Yin took out a plan from her bag and handed it to Xia Xiqing, "I also participated in the production of this reality show, and I want to invite you to participate."

"Invite me?" Xia Xiqing opened the plan and finally understood after reading a few words, "So you are planning for Zhou Ziheng, this is actually your plan A, right?"

"You are really the smartest person I have ever met." Jiang Yin made no secret of her true motives, "I guessed that you would not agree to debut, you would definitely be rejected, just wanted to try. You should know, I am The shareholders of Ziheng's brokerage company, of course, also have a deeper relationship than the shareholders. I can't say it now. Ziheng is an artist that our company is currently supporting. His acting skills and conditions are very good, but you also know that, There is a common problem for people who debut as child stars, that is, there is a lack of diehard fans, and his nationality has always been very high, but now this circle is no longer an era where nationality is exchanged for resources."

"You need flow." Xia Xiqing used a coffee spoon to puncture a layer of bubbles on the surface.

"That's right." Jiang Yin tapped her fingers on the table, "With Ziheng's acting skills and appearance, if you add more traffic, it will become an absolute phenomenon. This is what I want."

Xia Xiqing understood her purpose, but he found it interesting, "Then you think I can bring him traffic?"

"Otherwise, I won't come to you. You must know that traffic comes from topics. To put it bluntly, the fastest way is to fry CP."

"Frying CP can be popular, but I think it's very strange. Zhou Ziheng also has a lot of CPs, and many of them are popular young meat. Why do you find me as an amateur?"

Although Xia Xiqing asked this question, he also knew very well in his heart that the uneven distribution of benefits brought about by the hype between celebrities would often lead to bigger problems. An amateur like him who has no fan base and no company operation is more suitable for him. Come to cooperate.

"Now you bring your own topic, you are the amateur with the most attention right now. Just by looking at the hot searches in the past few days, you will know how much potential your face has." Jiang Yin flattered her words beautifully, "This real person The original plan of the show was to escape from a real room, but I rejected it because of the lack of topicality. There have been similar shows before but they were all confused. The audience sometimes just wants to watch what is really interesting.”

"Like?" Xia Xiqing put his chin on his hand and smiled lazily.

"For example, stars and their fans are trapped in the same secret room, trying to escape." Jiang Yin supported her chin with her hands and looked at Xia Xiqing with a smile, "If this fan is also a handsome guy, then I guess those little girls will more interested."

see.

"So yesterday's hot search on Weibo, you bought it, right." With a bang, the coffee spoon he was holding leaned against the wall of the cup, and Xia Xiqing withdrew his fingers.

Jiang Yin, who was exposed by him, didn't feel anything, and replied calmly: "I just added fuel to the flames after you were on the hot search. But I want to clarify in advance that the video was released at the beginning. It was an accident. In fact, when I met you, I guessed that you would be noticed, but I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated."

So why don't you just use it? What a terrible occupational disease.

I don't know what the beneficiary thought after knowing it.

Speaking of the beneficiary... Zhou Ziheng's extremely disgusted expression appeared in his mind again.

Xia Xiqing suddenly sat up straight with interest, put his hand on his chin and smiled at her: "Your proposal is indeed quite interesting, but you probably don't know that my idol is very—very—hate me now."

The word "very" was specially elongated by him. After he finished speaking, he squinted and smiled, as if he was quite proud.

Jiang Yin didn't quite understand, "Have you met in private? How could he hate you? He treats fans very well."

"Well... I accidentally encountered it in private, how can I say..." The situation was too embarrassing, Xia Xiqing couldn't think of a suitable way to explain it for a while, so he had to give up, "In short, it happened like this. I bet you, he If I knew it was me, I would never have agreed to be on this show."

Jiang Yin was silent for a while, "What if I persuade him? Will you come?"

Xia Xiqing, who was originally staring at the paint on his fingertips, raised his head, his eyes glowed with joy, "Come on." His ending sound was also very light, which made Jiang Yin feel curious, it was too straightforward.

"Really?" Jiang Yin had a suspicious expression on her face, "I feel a little strange that you agree so quickly."

Xia Xiqing fiddled with the delicate sugar cube box beside him with his fingers, took a piece from it, put it in his mouth, and chewed it directly before it melted.

"Really, I agree."

He felt excited when he thought of the scene where Zhou Ziheng clearly hated himself and had to live with him.

Excitement is the source of creative desire.

"By the way, are you sure you want to invite me for this kind of reality show that requires IQ?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "What if I can't help at all and just drag Zhou Ziheng back?"

Xia Xiqing's remarks are not unfounded. After all, he is also a fan of Zhou Ziheng and knows him to some extent. Zhou Ziheng resolutely gave up the art school in the college entrance examination and went to the Department of Physics of P University, which shocked Xia Xiqing. didn't expect this little child star to be a man with high IQ and science. He thought he would give up his career in the entertainment industry and join the society. The road of scientific research, who knows that it will still come out to play later.

If you don't go to the so-called class, the play is still good. When God opens a door to a person, he will most likely open all his windows, or not show any cracks at all, and it will be as dark as a solitary confinement room.

The reality is so cruel.

"I originally thought so, it's enough for Ziheng to be smart, it's better for you to set off him." Jiang Yin smiled and did not hide her initial calculus, "But I still investigate you, occupational disease. Well. I am really surprised that you are from the Florence Academy of Fine Arts, ah, by the way, I accidentally saw your previous record of participating in HiMCM."

careless?

This woman is terrible. Although Xia Xiqing's face was calm, she sincerely admired her investigative ability. Participating in the mathematical modeling competition was a high school thing, and she could still find it.

"I don't think people like you will be the one holding back." Jiang Yin looked at Xia Xiqing with a smile, and Xia Xiqing returned a false smile, "I'll try my best."

After saying goodbye to Jiang Yin, Xia Xiqing decided to go to Xu Qichen. On the way, he passed a newly opened cake shop and bought a few new cakes. The action was quicker than picking an eye-catching flirt.

"So you really want to be on TV?" Xu Qichen asked vaguely and a little surprised, with cake in his mouth.

Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on the ground, nodded, stretched out his two long legs and folded them together. He couldn't help but complain, "Is it too old-fashioned to say that I'm on TV, I'm going to participate in a reality show."

"It's all the same." Xu Qichen ate too fast and panicked. He got off the sofa and ran to the refrigerator to find a drink.

Xia Xiqing looked at his back and clicked his tongue, "You're barefoot again, and Xia Zhixu hasn't talked enough about it." After glancing at the unesthetic milk packaging, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there any? wine?"

"Drink less bars, your Xia family is either cigarettes or alcohol, a bunch of bad habits." Xu Qichen stuffed the milk into his hands.

Xia Xiqing took the milk reluctantly and looked at Xu Qichen with a wicked smile, "I'm ashamed to say, that kid's biggest bad hobby in his life is you."

"You are the bad hobby." Xu Qichen said casually, "Don't laugh, one thing is another thing, sooner or later it will be your turn."

Xia Xiqing shrugged, "Then let's see which unlucky ghost has caught my bad habit."

Xu Qichen remembered the reality show, "Why did the producer look for you? It seems that there are very few reality shows of this type, and guests are generally not easy to invite."

"That person didn't know where to find the record of me and Xia Zhixu participating in the competition, plus the last hot search." Xia Xiqing pinched the milk carton with a headache, "So I said I hate the Internet."

"But then again..." Xu Qichen, who is not too serious to watch the fun, smiled and leaned against the sofa pillow, "If you participated in that show, you wouldn't be able to get up close and personal with your idol."

"It's not an idol, it's the object of sexual fantasies." Xia Xiqing was excited when he mentioned this, "It's the point, if I put it off before, I don't think I would agree. Every move has to be recorded by the machine, which feels pretty good. Disgusting. But now Zhou Ziheng doesn't seem to like me very much, which is interesting."

Xu Qichen was a little puzzled. He didn't understand what his VIP ticket had contributed to, let alone what Xia Xiqing was thinking.

Being hated by someone you like, yet still feeling excited?

"Aren't you shaking S, why do I think you are shaking M?"

Xia Xiqing laughed and pinched Xu Qichen's face, "Chenchen, you are too naive. Don't you think that watching someone who hates you and being forced to suppress your emotions, working together and even getting along well with yourself under the camera, is very ...is it interesting?"

In fact, he hesitated when he was phrasing it. The original candidate was "sexy". In his mind, Zhou Ziheng endured his disgust for himself and was forced to show an unassuming intimacy. That picture was really sexy.

It makes people want to try their best to challenge the bottom line of his disguise.

It was late when he got home, and another unfamiliar phone call came in on his mobile phone. Xia Xiqing picked it up, only to find that the caller turned out to be his stepmother.

Xia Xiqing couldn't think of any convincing reason to call him at such a time.

"Xi Qing, you didn't say a word when you returned to China?"

The other party's voice was as fake and contrived as always, Xia Xiqing turned on the phone handsfree and put it aside.

"If I knew you were coming back from Florence, I should have told you in advance that your father and I could send someone to pick you up. Now we all have to see you on the TV news. It's really not easy." Her voice was smooth like Tiaoyu, with a fishy smell on his hands, "You are also the son of the Xia family. It's not good to be outside all the time. What kind of TV is there, and more for your father..."

Xia Xiqing snorted coldly, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of ice water for himself, twisted it open and took a few gulps, the cold water flowed into the lungs, and the internal organs were cold.

"Is that enough? Mrs. Xia, the dove occupying the magpie's nest."

The other party was obviously stagnant for a while, and when he spoke again, he lost a lot of confidence, "Why are you so aggressive, I also care about you..."

"Aggressive?" Xia Xiqing slammed the door of the refrigerator, "You have been merciless with me for so long, what are you trying to do, let me think about it, is my mother's property going to be transferred? Or is Xia Yunkai going to split up the family? ?"

"you! "

It seems to be true.

Xia Xiqing smiled, "If you have the time to be shy with me, you might as well beg your husband to stop him from messing around outside, and create more illegitimate children to split the family property with your son. My suggestion is pertinent enough. ."

"You..." Xia Xiqing saw through the other party's words and deeds, and she couldn't help but feel annoyed and angry, all the kindness and tenderness she pretended to be was torn apart by her, "You shameless slut, you are all the way with your father, you, you, You know how to mess around outside all day long!"

"If he doesn't mess around, how can you enter the Xia family's door?" Xia Xiqing's tone was very gentle, "You have to be grateful."

The other party yelled again, and it was nothing more than those words. You and your dad are both shameless libertines. Neither of you will end well.

Quietly waiting for her to finish showing her vixen face, Xia Xiqing put the bottle in his hand back on the table, turned his back against the counter, and finally spoke again.

"Do not."

The person on the other end of the conversation was stunned, "What did you say?"

Breathing is not smooth, boring.

Xia Xi unbuttoned the first button on his shirt and reiterated: "I said, Xia Yunkai and I are not the same thing."

This is just a little more comfortable.

"He messes with women, I mess with men."