Chapter 48

Xia Xiqing never thought that he would also have moments when he was moved by others.

He always told others that people's biggest misunderstanding about love is that they always regard the emotional fluctuations during ambiguous times as heartbeats, and use the disorder of the heartbeat at that moment as a proof to confirm that they are in love. But too often, these fluctuations are just ripples on the surface of the lake, which are quickly smoothed out after that moment.

He is not sure if his mood swings are the moment when the ripples bloom, he is only sure that he enjoys this moment.

"I can't hold the gun steady anymore." Zhou Ziheng shook the AUG in his hand with a successful smile on his face.

The last words just now were just a joke. Xia Xiqing tried to find clues to support his conjecture from the expression on his face. It was not easy. After all, he was facing an actor.

The two of them were just joking.

Thinking this way, Xia Xiqing's burden was much less, he pursed his lower lip, his eyes frivolous, "It doesn't matter if this gun is unstable, next time I will let you try my other guns."

Zhou Ziheng laughed, why is this person so persistent, "I tried it last time, and it wasn't very stable, and it went off when I wiped it."

"You're good now." Xia Xiqing kicked his shin bone, Zhou Ziheng avoided him and held him in his arms.

"Just kidding, kidding."

"Don't hug me." Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Don't fucking hug me like a woman."

Zhou Ziheng heard this from his mouth twice. He wondered if Xia Xiqing minded that he had liked a girl before, but such an idea was too conscious, and it was more likely that Xia Xiqing just wanted to occupy a dominant position. That's it.

"Then you hug me." Zhou Ziheng opened his arms.

Xia Xiqing glanced at him, for such a tall man, he looked like a girl no matter how he hugged him.

"Fuck off, who wants to hug you." Xia Xiqing wanted to take the gun from his hand, but just as he reached out, he was grabbed by Zhou Ziheng with an anxious tone, "Your hand is injured?"

Injuried? Xia Xiqing was a little inexplicable, but he quickly reacted.

"Ah, that's red paint, accidentally got it on, not blood."

Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to rub it, and it turned out to be paint, "scare me. You painted before you went out."

"Ah? ... Hmm." Xia Xiqing was a little unaccustomed to being cared about like this, so he calmly retracted his hand, took the gun from Zhou Ziheng's hand, put on earmuffs and started to practice shooting again.

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to ask him what paintings he drew, but he didn't ask any more when he saw him like this. He sat aside and took out his mobile phone. Today, he was busy with auditions, meetings with screenwriters and directors, and dinner with the management in the evening. I don't even have time to read WeChat.

Sure enough, WeChat messages were full. Zhou Ziheng picked up some important work information and replied first, and then saw Shang Sirui's news in a blink of an eye.

[Si Rui: Ziheng! Have you seen the painting that Xi Qingxin painted for you? ]

[Si Rui: Share pictures. ]

Zhou Ziheng saw that the watercolor painting sent by Shang Sirui was the scene of his pre sophomore year. The PPT displayed in the upper right corner had a dark red background.

It turned out to be painted on top of this.

[Ziheng: Did he send it to you? ]

[Si Rui: No, I saved it on his Weibo. ]

When Zhou Ziheng saw the news, he immediately opened Weibo and found that he had received a lot of unfollowing people Aite. He clicked in and saw that it was indeed the painting by Xia Xiqing.

[Self-study girl Chong Duck: @周子恒, come in to see the painting your wife drew for you! ]

[Who doesn't like self-study: @周子恒, what's it like to fall in love with a painter? ]

[Self-study CP universe is the sweetest: @zhouziheng, I announce that you and this beautiful artist are locked, I swallowed the key! ]

my wife?

What is this new saying?

In addition to the overwhelming CP fans' speeches, there are some Zhou Ziheng fans who found Xia Xiqing's Weibo.

[Ziheng Universe's first attack: Thank you, Mrs. for sharing. ]

[Zhou Ziheng's wife: Thank you, madam, but some Xipi fans should also respect themselves, too much brain supplementation is a disease. ]

[My Hengchao A: Xipifan, why are you screaming, Zhou Ziheng can't be straight any more, will you be convinced by Lagua every day? ]

……

Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips.

Is he straight? If it was before, it should be quite straight, but now...

And the level of CP fans' brain supplementation, compared to the level of their real progress now, should be about the same...

However, the more noisy the comments, the more serious Xia Xiqing's fans also came out, with a posture of [bullying our little painter without fans] to protect the cubs.

Really, it shouldn't be your little girls who want to protect it.

Zhou Ziheng clicked forward and entered a line of words.

[@Zhou Ziheng: Thank you Mrs. ]

He didn't think there was anything wrong. This circle seemed to call painters like that, such as big ladies and so on. But the following CP fans went crazy.

[Perhaps you also engage in self-study: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ]

[My CP falls in love and kills each other every day: what the hell is calling my wife! ! Really called Mrs! ]

[Happy self-study: Zhou Ziheng is awesome! [Bao Yin (If I had such a beautiful wife, I would be awesome)]

[Self-study girls are super cute: Ah, the tears of self-study girls are worthless, Zhou Ziheng, why are you so fond of you! (How does it feel to be boiled and slapped in the face for some Du Wei? Going to KY under Xi Qing’s Weibo is enough.)]

[Self-study girl Chong Duck: Self-study is really exciting, New Year's Day every day. ]

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Ziheng looked up and found that Xia Xiqing took off his glasses and earmuffs, and flung his beautiful black hair and walked towards him.

"Ah? Swiping Weibo..."

Xia Xiqing stretched, "I wanted to hit a tenth ring, but it was very difficult." He sat next to Zhou Ziheng.

"Stop hitting. If you hit again, your arm will hurt a lot tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood up, "Go home."

"I'm hungry." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng. His eyes are quite large among boys, with deep double eyelids and long and dense eyelashes. The plain face always gives the illusion of eyeliner, and the dark black pupils are always bright and glowing with moist light. Usually he always smiles frivolously and tenderly, but when he doesn't do anything, he shows a pure and pitiful energy.

Zhou Ziheng pulled him up, "I have the Cordyceps chicken soup that my mother brought over yesterday. I'll get you that noodle when I go back."

Give it to your parents, touch it and cook it, even if you don't give it, it's still full value so far. Xia Xiqing was in a good mood and left the shooting training ground with Zhou Ziheng.

The last time he entered Zhou Ziheng's house was Xia Xiqing's strong kiss. When he thought of this, he felt a little embarrassed on his face, and on the other hand, he was a little puzzled. The last time Zhou Ziheng was so angry, why did he agree to be with him now What a fool.

"You wear my slippers." Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of navy blue slippers and put them in front of him.

Xia Xiqing snorted, and seemed to remember something, "I can go home and wear my own." Anyway, it's just two steps. Zhou Ziheng took out another pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet, which looked like they were used for hospitality. He didn't look up, "If you dislike my shoes, go back and get your own."

This is sad. Xia Xiqing laughed, "I didn't, I'm not afraid of wronging you." After speaking, he put on Zhou Ziheng's slippers, which were soft but much larger.

"Your feet are so big."

"I'm 1.92 meters."

"Oh, that's amazing."

"It's amazing."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time. Xia Xiqing wailed and was hungry, and walked to the living room, stepping on the pair of slippers that didn't fit his feet, and walked to the living room. , It turns out that there is a large swimming pool in Zhou Ziheng's living room.

"You can decorate it, you look like a rich man." Xia Xiqing squatted by the swimming pool, put his fingers in and touched the water surface, "I'll dig one tomorrow."

"Aren't you tired?" Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and put it on the sofa, walked to the refrigerator and opened the double doors, "If you want to swim to my place, it's fine."

After saying this, he felt a little regretful, had he been in a hurry, Xia Xiqing couldn't swim anywhere he wanted to.

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. He originally wanted to say what would happen if their relationship collapsed in the end, just like he and those little lovers before, but now they don't communicate. But he also felt that it was too embarrassing to say this, making it not like a physical relationship at all, but a real relationship.

"Okay, I'll wait for your words." Xia Xiqing pretended to be relaxed and stood up and jumped twice. Zhou Ziheng thought he was about to jump down now, and hurriedly said, "I didn't turn on the thermostat."

"I'm not swimming now, I'm starving to death." Xia Xiqing shuffled to Zhou Ziheng's sofa to lie down, and let out a comfortable sigh. Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he turned on the TV and stuffed the remote control into his hand. There was a boring idol drama at 8 o'clock on the TV, and the dubbing was bizarre. The sound of Zhou Ziheng cooking in the kitchen, the clanging sound of metal collision, and the sound of cooking soup were mixed together. Full of fireworks.

Xia Xi, who was lying on the sofa, was quiet and unaccustomed to it. He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

It's like...it's like having a home.

As soon as this idea came up, he pressed down desperately. I want to divert my attention and make myself look less pathetic. The only thing he can do is rant about TV dramas as much as he can.

"Who made the filters in this show? The saturation is trying to blind the audience."

"The dress of the heroine... I really have no understanding of the current clothing style. Zhou Ziheng, you must never act in an idol drama. You will lose your fans immediately when you act me."

"This episode... Newton's coffin board can't hold it anymore."

"Actually, the male protagonist looks good. If his nose is a little higher, he will look better. His eyebrows and eyes are quite three-dimensional."

However, it is far from Zhou Ziheng.

Just as he was talking, Zhou Ziheng came over with a bowl of chicken noodle soup and put it on the coffee table with a bang, his face gloomy.

"So soon?" Xia Xiqing sat up from the sofa, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Let me see if you can get full just by looking at a handsome guy?" Zhou Ziheng turned around and walked over to take his share. Xia Xiqing knelt on the sofa and put his hands on the upper edge of the sofa's backrest, and smiled at Zhou Ziheng's back, "Look at you, I'll be seventy percent full. If you give it, you will be very full."

It was true that the three sentences never left, Zhou Ziheng came over with another bowl, "Then watch the one on TV."

"That's fine." Xia Xiqing sat down and picked up his chopsticks, "I have high aesthetic standards, so you can barely be considered a handsome guy in this circle."

"Reluctantly?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"No reluctance, no reluctance." Xia Xiqing stayed on the sofa and sat on the carpet, and quickly brought his bowl of noodles, lest Zhou Ziheng would threaten him, "It's just a little worse than me." The soup in the bowl was golden, Xia Xiqing blew. Opened the green onion, took a sip, "Delicious, your aunt's craftsmanship is really good."

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to say that my mother was good at craftsmanship, but he didn't want to say such things in front of Xia Xiqing.

After eating a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, Xia Xiqing felt warm in his internal organs and sweated lightly. He unbuttoned two shirts, put his arm on the bent leg, and rested his chin lazily on it. On the knees, even the voice becomes lazy, like a cat that is full of the sun.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly wanted to buy a cat.

After eating and drinking, Xia Xiqing opened Weibo and took a look, and found that Zhou Ziheng had retweeted his Weibo, and he also wrote something like "Thank you Mrs.". He was anxious for a moment, "Fuck Zhou Ziheng, do you have a hole in your brain? You call me your wife when they call her a wife."

"Is there anything wrong? Don't everyone call it that." Zhou Ziheng used his acting skills to pretend to be stupid.

"You..." Xia Xiqing held back his breath, "You deleted the Weibo for me."

"That can't be deleted. If you delete it, it will be on the hot search." Zhou Ziheng took a sip, "Originally only my fan circle knew about it, but once I deleted it, the whole network of Weibo knew it."

"You! Okay, you are awesome." Although Xia Xiqing was angry, Zhou Ziheng was telling the truth. He didn't want everyone to know that he would definitely be laughed at by Xia Zhixu's gang. Thinking of this, he just wanted to quickly turn the page, pick up a random topic and say, "This actor has a lot of resources recently."

"Yeah." Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced down at Xia Xiqing, who was watching TV. Although he didn't really want to hear Xia Xiqing sitting at his house talking about other men, he seemed to be no longer angry with him when he saw him, and he compromised a bit. , and even wanted to betray the news of his colleagues to please him. So Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's shoulder with his knee, "Want to hear gossip?"

Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "Is there a melon?"

He put his hand on Zhou Ziheng's knee and shook it, making Zhou Ziheng's heart chaotic, not to mention that from this angle, Xia Xiqing's chest was unobstructed. Zhou Ziheng raised his head and faced the TV with integrity, "Actually, I don't usually have a lot of melons. I only know about many things in the circle after watching the exposure of the paparazzi."

Well, Xia Xiqing believed this.

"However, when we were socializing in the evening, the employer who came was quite unreliable, and what he said at the dinner made us all embarrassed. After a few glasses of wine, he started to tell Director Kun that he wanted to install a role."

Xia Xiqing pointed to the male protagonist on the TV, "Just him?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "He drank too much, and kept saying that this actor was good-looking and energetic. The more he said the signs, the more wrong he was. We couldn't pull it back if we wanted to."

Dareqing is the gold master. Xia Xiqing chuckled lightly, "Then what?"

"Director Kun said, the script hasn't been decided yet." Speaking of the script, Zhou Ziheng said again, "The man kept pouring Xubian wine, but Director Kun and I stopped him."

"Fuck me? He still wants to fuck Xu Qichen?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, his face changed, Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable seeing him like this.

"No, he didn't drink, and he didn't say a few words the whole time."

Of course, Xu Qichen looked gentle, but in fact he was more stubborn than anyone else. Xia Xiqing couldn't help snorting coldly, "Even our Chenchen dares to move, we can't let that person know about this, otherwise it won't blow up."

When Zhou Ziheng heard that he was called Xu Bianchenchen, he became even more panicked, and after holding it for a long time, he couldn't think of the wording of the question. Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing spoke first, "Xu Qichen and I are high school classmates. I'll bet you that you will never meet such a poor child in your life."

The name "child" also made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.

"Originally, my family was a happy one. After the middle school entrance examination, one or three families traveled by car. There was a car accident. Both parents left. When he woke up overnight, he was alone." Xia Xiqing sighed, "When he was in high school, he could Autistic, if it wasn't for a fool who haunted him every day, I would have thought of committing suicide long ago."

Zhou Ziheng never imagined that the seemingly gentle and polite screenwriter would have encountered this, "And then?"

"Everything was all right, and he was a lot more cheerful. Who knew that at that time some people spread that he was gay, and even fabricated rumors that he had an improper relationship with the head teacher, and forced him to transfer schools." Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and looked Eyes Zhou Ziheng, "Do you want to ask if he is really gay?"

"He fell in love with the second-hand guy who haunted him every day, but he has always had a secret love. In fact, that person also liked him, and the two of them were kept in the dark like fools for ten years, and even cut off their relationship because of that rumor for several years. There is no news from each other."

His voice was a little hoarse, "A person like Xu Qichen can't be too bad, but he has always been kind and only dares to hurt himself, because he has someone he has always liked, and he doesn't want to be seen by that person. The bad side of yourself."

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, but he sensed Xia Xiqing's mood swings.

Xia Xiqing raised his chin, his eyes still fixed on the front, his voice was full of contempt, "I am different, if I am hurt, I must do everything possible to get revenge. No one can run away, and they have to accompany me to suffer. Anyway, there is no one in this world that I care about and dare not become bad, and it doesn’t matter if I suck.”

It really doesn't matter.

When he was very young, he tried his best to take the first place in the school. He saved up certificates like stamps. When he got home, he ran to show them to his parents, but they only looked at them and praised him when he was in a good mood. . All they care about is business, only endless quarrels. Later, he found that he was fighting hard outside, but when he got home, he could hear his parents say a few more words, and even scolding him was much better than when he didn't exist. He got worse and worse, skipping classes, drinking alcohol, and deliberately counting down to the whole class. At this time, he got more "care".

How ironic.

The heart is sore with cold. His hair was suddenly ruffled.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the carpet, stretched out his hands and hugged Xia Xiqing in his arms, and kissed his hair several times while he was not paying attention, "I think what you just said was wrong."

Xia Xiqing was hugged so tightly by him that he struggled to speak, and could not understand what Zhou Ziheng meant, "What did you say?"

Zhou Ziheng patted his back gently, his voice was terribly soft, "I said you're wrong, he's not the poorest child I've ever met in my life."

Before the text of this sentence was said, Xia Xiqing had already caught fire and was about to stretch out his hand to push him, but Zhou Ziheng hugged him even tighter.

"Whoever pushes me is the poorest child." His voice had a warm smile, it sounded like a joke, but somehow, Xia Xiqing's restlessness was instantly eased. He felt that he was too embarrassed to be looked down upon by a guy who was five years younger than him.

"That's right. You're not." Zhou Ziheng hugged him and swayed around like a little kid. He even took Xia Xiqing's hand and put it on his back. His long legs were bent and he was sandwiched between them. The posture of two people embracing, can't run away.

"Who is that?" Xia Xiqing said badly, but he didn't put down the hand he was forced to stick to his back.

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head, and wrapped him in his arms. His voice was soft and warm, like a piece of cotton candy in the shape of a feather, it floated down gently, swayed for a long time, and finally floated into Xia Xiqing's hand, "Yes, who is it?"

After the rising tail ended, Zhou Ziheng laughed in his ear.

Xia Xiqing suddenly forgot how to be angry.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Ziheng changed into a trumpet, and posted a comment on the Weibo where Xia Xiqing shared his watercolor paintings, catching fish in troubled waters, hiding in the comments of a lot of self-study girls—[Hello Mrs. Zhou. ]