Chapter 47 Guns and Roses

How could Xia Xiqing refuse such a thrilling elopement?

But in his mind, the initiator of the elopement should be himself. Forget it, let these little details go. Xia Xiqing didn't realize that when he met Zhou Ziheng, even his younger brother automatically became a small detail that could go with him. Just want to go with him, there is no reason.

"Drive my car and let Xiao Luo drive your car back for you." Zhou Ziheng took a hand from his pocket and opened the co-pilot's door for him.

Xia Xiqing found out that he had changed his car, although he was still a low-key Lexus LS. He patted the car door and got into the co-pilot, "Where was the boulevard before?"

Zhou Ziheng went around to open the car door and got into the driver's seat, "That's a nanny car."

"Is that so, I've hated that car for a long time." Xia Xiqing smiled, the window was lowered by Zhou Ziheng, he gave Xiao Luo his car key, looked at Xiao Luo's nervous face, Xia Xiqing was lying on the window He smiled at him, "It's alright, you can drive as you like, it's covered by insurance."

"It's okay to hit, such a sassy car." Zhou Ziheng smirked on the side.

"It's just that you look good in the dark and fall, and have a moderate aesthetic."

Xiao Luo was sweating coldly while holding the key, and he could only maintain a fake smile as he watched the two young masters drive away from here.

In the past, Xia Xiqing was not at all curious about Zhou Ziheng's family background. Fans in the fan circle are very touted. A star from a middle-class family can be praised as a rich second-generation, and a rich second-generation family is even more popular, and the family has a public office. Into the red generations. People in the rich second-generation circle of serious children have no interest in this kind of background.

But now he feels more and more that Zhou Ziheng is not a child of an ordinary family. It is not because of his daily clothes or his house and car. These are nothing to celebrities, even if it is a high-end apartment, Zhou Ziheng is a coffee shop, or Said that the money he has accumulated over the years is completely affordable. For Xia Xiqing, apart from material things, Zhou Ziheng's own character and concept simply reflect a perfect family, which is happy and full of worldly atmosphere, has moral constraints but respects great freedom of thought.

He looked at the profile of Zhou Ziheng's dedicated driving, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziheng, who was waiting for the green light, still looked in front of him, "Still complaining about my aesthetics? Or do you think your Cayenne is not at all rude."

"You're right, it's my most low-key car." Xia Xiqing laughed, "a daily car. Let me give you an analogy, this office lady," he pointed to the one who walked in front of him with a black The female white-collar worker of the commuter bag, "My car is this black commuter bag, which is everyday, can fit, and is durable."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, looking like you were teasing me, taking advantage of the tail of the red light, he quickly peeled a raspberry-flavored lollipop into his mouth, and stepped on the accelerator.

Xia Xiqing's index finger pulled the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's hooded sweater, wrapping it round and round, "If she goes to a nightclub, she will definitely not carry this bag. It's like the cars with real bags are used to fish people, And..." The fingers stopped suddenly, and the voice was lowered, "Car sex."

Unprepared, Zhou Ziheng almost stepped on the brakes. Xia Xiqing was especially happy about it, and every time Zhou Ziheng heard such a colored joke, his reaction was very good.

"Don't get excited." Xia Xiqing shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be regretful, "Because of the particularity of the profession, we probably don't have the possibility to try this play."

With a lollipop in his mouth, Zhou Ziheng turned his face and raised his right eyebrow at him, "I like 'driving' so much, I'll go down and drive by yourself?"

"That won't work, at least two people are driving." Xia Xiqing patted his face and grabbed the stick of the lollipop. Zhou Ziheng was still holding the steering wheel in his hand. He didn't dare to joke with him, so he let him take the lollipop away. .

"Well...it's too sweet." Xia Xiqing was slurring with a lollipop in his mouth. Zhou Ziheng looked at the traffic in front of him, but he couldn't think of the situation when Xia Xiqing was panting on his shoulder that morning.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the unrealistic images so that he could concentrate.

Xia Xiqing, who was eating candy, stopped speaking in a yellow accent. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xia Xiuze.

[I'll go first, eat the cake for me, brother will take you out to play in two days, and I'll rehearse it for you alone. Happy birthday. ]

As always, he received a second reply from Xia Xiuze.

[Brother, do you think my birthday is really memorable? I mean, did anyone really feel happy when I was born? ]

This article was withdrawn in seconds, just after Xia Xiqing read it.

Staring at the withdrawal reminder below the screen, Xia Xiqing took a deep breath and gave him the answer.

[I was annoyed at first, and honestly quite annoying. ]

[But now I think that you were born as my younger brother, the only thing in this family that makes me happy. ]

He also wanted to type "this one is not allowed to reply", but the voice call came over halfway through typing, which made Xia Xiqing shiver and press it as speakerphone.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

No matter how many times heard Xia Xiuze's confession, it was earth-shattering.

Xia Xiqing maintained his final calm, "Please calm down and don't make phone calls." Then he decisively ended the show of love and took a breath.

He is so cool, how can he have such a sticky little brother.

Zhou Ziheng thought it was interesting, "Your brother is really cute."

Xia Xiqing smashed the sugar balls that had not completely melted with a bang, put his hand into Zhou Ziheng's hood, and touched his ear, "You are also quite cute."

The hand holding the steering wheel suddenly became sweaty. Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips and pretended to look ahead calmly.

He seems to have to say to himself a million times [they're not in a relationship] to dispel his overly sweet fantasies. He even wondered if the reason why he had these chemical reactions was just a momentary mood swing, after all, people nowadays are so simple to be ambiguous.

The chemical reactions produced by hormonal collisions are beyond his knowledge. It is difficult to calm down when speaking.

If Xia Xiqing didn't find out that he liked him a little bit, maybe they could continue to maintain such a relationship. It's a little weird, but I have to admit that he's already having a bit of fun with it.

Xia Xiqing swiped Weibo for a while, and found that his comments had gone completely wrong. Almost all fans called him Mrs. Zhou below.

"Simply..."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng asked.

"No, it's nothing." Xia Xiqing put the phone in his trousers pocket and glanced outside, it was pitch black, and even the street lights were missing a lot, and it seemed that he had left the city, "What the hell is this place, don't you? It would be to rape me first and then kill me, and throw my corpse into the wilderness."

Zhou Ziheng said solemnly, "Do you know what role I would most like to try?"

"Perverted." Xia Xiqing replied in seconds.

"Perverted murderer."

"It's weird." Xia Xiqing looked into the rearview mirror, "I found that you are not worried about the paparazzi with you at all."

"Did you just find out now?"

Xia Xiqing pouted, and finally there was a building in front of it. It didn't seem to have any special features. If we were to talk about the features, it would have a sense of sight of the courtyard of an agency.

"Where is this. Didn't you mean to elope with me? I thought it was a private jet to an uninhabited island."

Zhou Ziheng rolled his eyes at Xia Xiqing with his aggressive eyes, and when he approached the door, he slowed down, "You think acting."

"Aren't you just acting?" Xia Xiqing smiled and saw a middle-aged man in uniform standing beside the gate with the horizontal rails pulled. It wasn't an ordinary uniform, with stamps on his shoulders.

He murmured inwardly, seeing Zhou Ziheng just driving his car to the gate post, lowered the car window and greeted the man standing outside, "Uncle Meng." The car stopped in front of the crossbar.

"Ziheng is here." The man looked at Xia Xiqing, who was sitting in the co-pilot, and returned to Zhou Ziheng, "Friend?"

"Well." Zhou Ziheng didn't say much. The man waved his hand towards the inside of the post, and the horizontal bar opened the gate.

Xia Xiqing is not surprised that Zhou Ziheng is from a military family, and there has always been such a statement in the fan circle, but no one knows what level it is.

It doesn't look small.

After a short drive, Zhou Ziheng stopped and took Xia Xiqing out of the car. Standing outside for a while, Xia Xiqing looked up and found that the stars here seemed to be brighter.

"Self-honored."

Hearing someone call him, Xia Xiqing looked over, and there was another man in the same uniform, who looked to be in his early thirties.

"Brother Cheng." Zhou Ziheng responded.

"I brought my friends today." Brother Cheng took a piece of the Beijing movie. He didn't say much but he was polite, "Get in the car with me." After that, he picked up the warrior jeep and loaded them up, but he didn't chat much with Zhou Ziheng. Just said a word, go back and see your parents. When they got to the training ground, they put them down, and threw a bunch of keys at Zhou Ziheng, "You've had enough fun and tell me, and I'll take you out."

Zhou Ziheng took the key, answered and led Xia Xiqing into this seemingly unremarkable building.

"Now you can tell me where this is."

"Where the paparazzi dare not approach." Zhou Ziheng took him to a door with the number 23 training ground written on it. He lowered his head and looked for the key to open the door. The door opened, and it was dark inside. Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's hand and pressed the switch of the headlight at the door.

The dark training ground lit up with lights, the empty indoor training ground was as big as a football field, and a row of targets stood upright in the distance, which was very beautiful.

"This is... a shooting range?" Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng's calm profile.

"If you don't add a bunch of prefixes that might be harmonized, you're right." Zhou Ziheng took him to the equipment room, which was filled with various types of guns and weapons.

"These are all live ammunition?" Xia Xiqing couldn't believe it.

"This place is not open to the public. Of course, troop training is live ammunition." Zhou Ziheng picked out the imported AUG rifle and handed it to Xia Xiqing, and picked up a Type 88 sniper rifle. "Let's try these two first."

try it? Xia Xiqing looked at the black sniper rifle in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

Weapons are naturally attractive to men. Xia Xiqing has only touched ordinary pistols in foreign countries before, and it was just for fun. He has never pulled the trigger. Now he suddenly has a heavy military assault rifle in his hand. All about to burn.

Zhou Ziheng, who took off his jacket and wore only a pair of black short sleeves, put on a dark blue shock-proof vest, orange-yellow shooting glasses, took a sound-absorbing earmuff from the table, and walked towards Xia Xiqing with long legs, like that. Simply handsome.

How come my eyesight is so good. Xia Xiqing sighed again and again, it was amazing.

"It will be loud later." Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand and pulled Xia Xiqing's hair behind his ear, and then put on the sound-absorbing earmuffs for him. Xia Xiqing looked up at him slightly, which was his favorite posture.

"Look at what?"

In fact, the noise-cancelling earmuffs made Zhou Ziheng's voice quieter, but Xia Xiqing, who had been staring at his mouth, used his lips to make up the tone of Zhou Ziheng's words.

"Look at the handsome guy."

Zhou Ziheng felt embarrassed all of a sudden, licked his lower lip, those eyes under the orange goggles glanced away, and landed back on Xia Xiqing's face.

Xia Xiqing didn't intend to tease him anymore and took off his earmuffs, "Do you usually come here?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "When I'm stressed, I'll come to vent."

"For example?" Xia Xiqing couldn't think of a time when he would be under pressure. After all, Zhou Ziheng had so much positive energy that he could queue up for charging on the road.

Zhou Ziheng didn't reply, and Xia Xiqing asked again, "When was the last time you came?" In fact, what he wanted to ask was when was the last time he brought someone here, and he turned around again.

"Last week."

"Last week?" Xia Xiqing frowned. Wasn't that before he went to Shanghai to record the show?

"What did you do last week? To relieve the pressure of exams?"

Zhou Ziheng glanced at him, lowered his head to set up the sniper rifle, and muttered, "You say yes."

What is the answer. Xia Xiqing shrugged indifferently. Seeing that he was about to shoot, he quickly put on the muffler earmuffs. Zhou Ziheng took a shot, and his aim was quite strong. He can now understand why so many fans in the fan circle are begging him to play a policeman and a killer. With this face, this figure, and a gun, it is like a hormonal surge.

Zhou Ziheng got up and started the teaching mode when he was hot, took the vest for Xia Xiqing to put on, and began to explain some precautions for the first shooting.

"Can you not wear this?"

"If you don't wear it, your shoulders will hurt tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng put on his glasses for him, picked up the AUG on the table and loaded it with skill, and handed it to Xia Xiqing.

"Aren't you going to take me to practice?" Xia Xiqing was still a little immersed in the beauty of the moment he was loaded.

"Take it." Zhou Ziheng went around Xia Xiqing's back, held his two hands and raised them high.

"Relax your shoulders, look at the target, and focus." Zhou Ziheng surrounded Xia Xiqing, "Don't be afraid, there will be a little recoil later, I will always hold you."

Just now, he had been making jokes all the time, but now he was about to start practicing with real swords and real guns. Xia Xiqing was really nervous. His eyes were looking at the distant target, and he always felt that he couldn't concentrate.

"Take a deep breath." Zhou Ziheng's voice was right in his ear. In order to allow him with earmuffs to hear clearly and clearly, he was very close, and those lips that always made people feel affectionate should be Paste Xia Xiqing's auricle, "Every time your heart beats, it will cause a slight tremor in the body, which affects the accuracy, so try to slow down your heartbeat."

But Xia Xiqing felt that his heart beat faster and faster.

"Let's try a gun casually, don't be nervous." His hands still held Xia Xiqing's gun holding hands tightly, and his thumb rubbed Xia Xiqing's fingers with a soothing touch.

"three……"

"two……"

"one."

The moment he pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out, and the strong recoil force made him ruthlessly backward, sticking to Zhou Ziheng's chest. That kind of power seemed to force himself into Zhou Ziheng's body, like a wooden wedge driving into his heart.

In such a short time that it was almost impossible to grasp, all the things that could be called troubles were exploded by this shot. After a loud bang, there were only two people left in the world, he, and hugged him for a moment. Zhou Ziheng, who never let go.

"How is it, is it very stressful?" Zhou Ziheng took off his earmuffs and looked at the target, "You are very talented, much better than my first time."

Xia Xiqing fell in love with shooting completely. He was born bold and hardly needed Zhou Ziheng's assistance. He quickly got started by himself and almost scored tenth ring several times.

It was the first time that Zhou Ziheng saw Xia Xiqing, who had always been lazy, being so keen on one thing, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit appetizing. Although he brought him here, it was not his original intention to be left alone. He couldn't stand it anymore, Zhou Ziheng got up and walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Is it so fun?"

Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "It's fun. It's more fun than you."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help laughing, "It's more fun than me."

He learned from Zhou Ziheng's loading posture before, "It lets me on, you don't let it."

here we go again. Zhou Ziheng chuckled, "You can count a little."

Xia Xiqing aimed the gun at Zhou Ziheng's chest with a rogue look on his face, "Let me or not."

"You overlord is very hard-core." Zhou Ziheng didn't even bother to raise his hand, "I won't follow."

Xia Xiqing slapped the muzzle of the gun on his chest muscles, "You better know each other, or I'll kill you first and then rape."

"I've always been ignorant."

"Any dying words?" Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his mouth, like a professional killer.

"Last words..." Zhou Ziheng put his hands in his pockets quite lazily, looked up, and looked seriously thinking, "Half of my inheritance is donated to the construction of Hope Primary School, half of my inheritance is used to build roads in the mountains, and the rest Well..." He suddenly leaned over, leaned his head against the gun and leaned over, the warm breath slowly sprayed on the bridge of the gunman's nose.

"Buy all the paintings that Xia Xiqing painted for me, and bring them to my funeral."

After he finished speaking, he kissed Xia Xiqing who was slightly startled.

A kiss that was only shallow, took away not only the gun in his hand, but also the heart that jumped so violently that he could not hold the weapon.