Chapter 50

When woke up the next day, Zhou Ziheng was gone again, and Xia Xiqing was lying on the bed wearing pajamas and pajamas.

The whole bed smelled of Zhou Ziheng, which was very nice. He glanced at his phone, it was half past ten in the morning, and there were two more messages.

[Moral pacesetter: I have to walk the red carpet today, and I won't be back until late. There's a bagel sandwich for you in the fridge. ]

Xia Xiqing felt that he had accumulated virtue in his previous life, and he would have found such a friend. After stretching, Xia Xiqing got up and opened the curtains. The sun in early May met him head-on, and he was in a good mood. When I opened the curtain, I found that the window of the bedroom was a large bay window covered with a gray blanket. Xia Xiqing sat down and found that there were many scattered papers on the bay window, with dense notes and piles of materials on them.

These are Zhou Ziheng's handwriting. Xia Xiqing flipped through it and found that many of them were related to AIDS. There were pathological and medical notes such as initial symptoms of AIDS, as well as psychological analysis and research on AIDS patients. The notes were quite detailed, even in those Next to the symptoms and psychological manifestations, the inner activities and manifestations corresponding to the characters are written.

Seriously. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but feel that Zhou Ziheng is really a clear stream compared to the young students who are taking on and filming casually. He is old, talented, and works so hard.

With so much information, it seems that he really wants to play this role well.

After putting on his clothes and changing his shoes, Xia Xiqing was about to go back to his house. Before closing the door, he remembered Zhou Ziheng's WeChat message, he turned back and took the bagel sandwiches that he had reserved for him in the refrigerator. When he closed the refrigerator door, he realized that there were a lot of incomprehensible physical formulas posted on his refrigerator.

Terrible science guy.

Xia Xiqing went back to his house to wash up and pack up. Just after changing his clothes, he received a call from the former assistant tutor. He thought he was just a daily concern, but he did not expect that this time it was actually a matter of persuading him to work.

"I think you are suitable for colleges and universities. The environment here is very relaxed, you can enjoy a lot of resources, and you can create as much as you like."

"Really?" Xia Xiqing smiled politely, "I haven't made up my plans for the future yet. Of course, I will consider your suggestion, teacher."

"Whether you come or not, don't bury your talent."

talent.

These two words are extremely heavy to Xia Xiqing. As early as when he was studying in Fomei, he was praised by others for being talented, and he was also criticized by many critics, saying that his works were too dark and breathless. Some call it Reiki, some call it heresy. But no matter what, the original self was indeed able to draw things that were talked about.

But now. Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone that he is now entering a creative bottleneck period, a period of confusion, and he has no ownership when he writes. He locked up all the previous paintings and didn't want to see them again. The spark of creation is diminishing day by day, which makes him wonder if he is really talented. Or that the aura at the time was just constantly overdrawing his own nightmare.

Enduring the pain, squeezed the black pus from heart bit by bit and spread it on the drawing paper, euphemistically calling it creation.

Why is he so pathetic.

Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and leaned his head back in the hanging chair. The phone rang again, thinking that Professor Wang still had something to say, he connected without looking, "Teacher..."

"I can be called a teacher by you now." There was a clear and soft voice on the other end of the phone.

It is Xu Qichen. Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and laughed, "That's not it, Teacher Xu, Editor Xu."

"Don't make fun of me. I didn't sleep last night, and now I live on coffee."

Xia Xiqing got out of the hanging chair, walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette for himself, "So tired? What are you busy with? I'm not afraid that Xia Zhixu will be in a hurry with you."

"He was so anxious with me yesterday that it annoyed him to death."

Hearing the end of Xu Qichen's last sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was being fed dog food. Xu Qichen quickly turned the topic back, "Did Zhou Ziheng tell you that he's taking on this new play, the screenwriter is me."

Sure enough, this is the case. Xia Xiqing snorted, "That's why I called you Xubian."

"Alas, this book is too difficult to handle. I originally wanted to write a love story, but I couldn't meet a suitable actress."

Xia Xiqing interrupted: "Did you have no prototype when you wrote the script?"

Xu Qichen was stunned on the other end of the phone, Xia Xiqing was too smart, he had to think of a countermeasure when talking to him. He definitely couldn't say that his prototype was Xia Xiqing. He originally wrote the script based on these things of him, but he didn't expect to find a little Huadan who was of the right age and could stand up to his acting skills.

"No, everything else I can write has a prototype." Xu Qichen smiled.

Too. Xia Xiqing remembered what Zhou Ziheng said yesterday, "Listen to Zhou Ziheng, both you and the director want me to play?"

Originally, I was still thinking about how to bring this up, but who knew that Xia Xiqing said it himself, "Yes, it's a bit troublesome to talk about these things. Where are you now, let's talk face to face, and I'll show you the information as well."

"Come to my house."

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when Xu Qichen finished his work and packed up and went to Xia Xiqing's house.

"It's not easy to come to your house, the security is too strict." Xu Qichen took off the schoolbag behind his back, and Xia Xiqing picked it up, "The people living in this apartment are special, so the security system is stricter." He embraced Xu Qichen shoulders, "Why do you look so small, like a college student."

Xu Qichen scratched his hair in embarrassment, looked down at the yellow sweater on his body, "I came out without changing my clothes." He saw Xia Xiqing's living room and the empty roof, and couldn't help but sigh, "You The house I bought this time is really big.”

"Do you like it? Let Xia Zhixu buy it downstairs, we'll see you every day." Xia Xiqing put his bag on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to get him lemon juice and threw it into Xu Qichen's arms.

Hearing Xia Xiqing's proposal, Xu Qichen asked with a serious face, "Why do you want to buy the downstairs? Isn't it better to buy the same floor? How many houses are there on this floor?"

Xia Xiqing was choked by him, "Uh... two households."

"Another one sold?"

"right."

"Are you a star?" Xu Qichen's expression was a little excited.

How can you guess like that? Xia Xiqing nodded, "Yes."

"Which star? Do I know?"

"Oh, you don't know me," Xia Xiqing supported Xu Qichen's shoulders and pressed him onto the sofa, "Aren't you going to talk about the script, let's get to the point."

Xu Qichen took out the computer from his bag, and took out the latest version he modified, "I don't know how much Zhou Ziheng has introduced to you, let's start from the beginning. I'm going to change the role of the heroine to a male character, delete it. There are not many emotional scenes in the original script anyway."

"Delete all emotional scenes?"

"Well. If the two protagonists are both boys, adding an emotional drama would be too much. Originally, the theme of this drama is not emotional, so it is very likely that it will go wrong at that time, especially in the later stage of publicity. Xu Qichen pushed the laptop in front of Xia Xiqing, "I changed the role of the female lead to the second male, whose name is Jiang Tong, and the male lead Gao Kun is still played by Zhou Ziheng."

Xia Xiqing listened to Xu Qichen's introduction while watching the setting table made by Xu Qichen.

"Let me tell you about the role of Jiang Tong. Although he is different from Gao Kun, he is a child who grew up in a city, but he lives in the lowest level of the city. He has always been a black family, and he didn't finish high school. Dropped out of school. Originally, we wanted to write him as autistic, but considering the development of the plot, we decided to change it to depression.”

"Depression..." Xia Xiqing swiped the mouse, and when he saw the plot on the second page, his fingers suddenly stopped.

Xu Qichen knew very well that he saw it. After hesitating for a while, he decided to speak, "Jiang Tong has been abused by his parents since he was a child. The family is very complicated. One of his ears was beaten alive by his father."

He looked at Xia Xiqing's profile, his chest slowly heaving up and down, as if suppressing something.

"You will definitely think I'm cruel." Xu Qichen put his hand on Xia Xiqing's knee, "Xiqing, you can't keep facing it."

Xia Xiqing took a deep breath. If there was another person sitting next to him at this time, no matter who he was, he would definitely turn over the computer and love who he was, but he was Xu Qichen, and he knew very well that Xu Qichen was not the kind of person who would tear him apart. Wounds make fun of him. He couldn't express his emotions towards Xu Qichen, he could only suppress it.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, and you can also lose your temper with me." Xu Qichen got closer, "You can't hide forever, just like me back then, running away can't solve any problems."

Xia Xiqing clenched his teeth tightly, still not speaking.

"I wrote this script for a long time. When I decided to join those plots, what I thought in my heart was your experience. This kind of bone scraping method may be painful, but I want you to come out of the shadows completely. You are too strong, and you have never vented to anyone. If you continue like this, it will only accumulate in your heart and will not disappear. You should treat it as a creation, and vent all those emotions in your heart through the window of creation. , just this time, maybe it will be fine in the future."

"You might say it's possible." Xia Xiqing finally spoke, but his tone was like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest turbulence.

Xu Qichen knew that this would be the result, "Actually, I want to help you, although I know you never need anyone's help, and it is very hypocritical to say it, but I still want to say," he lowered his eyes, "in this In the world, the person I most want to be happy is you."

Xia Xiqing felt sour. He and Xu Qichen had known each other for almost ten years. They knew these words well, but they had never opened up to each other. After all, they were both men. Thinking about it this way, Xia Xiqing felt that he was so hypocritical now that he was like a girl. Originally, it was easy for him to be soft-hearted towards Xu Qichen, not to mention that Xu Qichen said this, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

But no matter what, when he thinks of these plots, he feels uncomfortable all over. Those are things he has really experienced, and he can't breathe just by looking at them. He couldn't imagine what he would become if he really acted.

The silent gap was misunderstood by Xu Qichen as a failure of persuasion, and he sighed, "If you really don't want to, I'll go and tell the director, let's meet a few young actors and see if we can meet someone with aura. He said and closed the computer, "I think Zhou Ziheng likes this book very much. Their team has vacated the schedule for this film for a long time. Six months."

Speaking of this, Xia Xiqing was upset. He didn't know why, but when he thought of not being able to meet Zhou Ziheng in Beijing for several months, he felt uncomfortable everywhere, and had chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Where are you going to find male actors?"

"The most popular ones in the circle are not particularly suitable for this role. The director wants to find a boy who looks protective and can easily arouse the audience's empathy. But you know, this type of actor is not common, so Should be going to see the newcomers to the film school."

Newbie? That's not a little fresh meat, young and good-looking, and I have a pity for protection, and then stay with the moral model of the justice messenger who was born to protect others for half a year, well, it cost me so much For a long time to hook up and seduce, it is equivalent to making wedding dresses for others.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Xia Xiqing simply gave up, "Chen Chen, do you want to eat pizza?"

"Ah?" Originally Xu Qichen was still immersed in the sad atmosphere of his failed lobbying, but when Xia Xiqing asked this, he couldn't react, "Eat...?"

"I'll order." Xia Xiqing took out his mobile phone and went to WeChat. After ordering, he glanced at the circle of friends, swiped down, and happened to reach the circle of friends of Xiao Luofa.

[Xiao Luo: As soon as I heard that Ziheng was going to the XX Fashion Charity Gala, my WeChat account exploded. Here, I took a candid photo for you. ]

With Zhang Zhou Ziheng's profile, different from when he was in private clothes, his hair was combed up, and his three-dimensional facial features were all exposed. He rarely wore a white suit with a dark blue tie around the neckline. He was not as aggressive as before. , a little more noble temperament.

In the camera, he is lowering his head and tidying up his cuffs, his expression is focused, and the lines from the bridge of his nose to his lips are three-dimensional. He remembered the praise of Zhou Ziheng's face in the dining circle before, and often compared him to Apollo. Originally, Xia Xiqing was Those who don't like the character of Apollo are arrogant and paranoid, but if the sun god really has this face, he may not have so much prejudice.

He also left a comment on Ronaldinho's circle of friends.

[Today's look is really nice, Prince Benzi. ]

Who knew that not long after it was posted, a message popped up on WeChat.

[Moral Pacer: Thank you. ]

Xia Xiqing didn't hold back and laughed. How can this man be so cheeky? Did he write a comment for Ronaldinho?

[Terrorist: Walk your red carpet. ]

Soon received a second reply.

[Moral pacesetter: I left early, I’ll be fine after watching the performance, and I can’t stay for dinner. ]

Thinking of Zhou Ziheng saying yesterday that he needed to lose weight for the role, Xia Xiqing felt very pitiful, but he still teased him with wickedness.

[Terrorist: That's great, I ordered pizza, I'll take a picture for you later. ]

Said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrived, and the call for takeout came. Xia Xiqing went down and fetched the pizza, and sat on the floor with Xu Qichen, eating pizza and drinking Coke.

"Hey, why don't you just call Chen Fang and Xia Zhixu over?"

Xu Qichen took a fork and rolled a ball of pasta into his mouth, shook his head, and said vaguely, "I know Xu has been busy lately..." He swallowed the pasta with difficulty, and then sipped the coke to squeeze it. "Chen Fang recently fell in love, maybe he is having dinner with his girlfriend."

"Chen Fang is already in love?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows in disgust, "Which little girl is so blind at such a young age."

Xu Qichen smiled crookedly, holding a piece of pizza in his hand, "It's said to be an intern from their company. I saw it the other day. He looks very cute, like Xiaoliang."

Xia Xiqing sighed deeply. Xu Qichen stretched out his legs and kicked Xia Xiqing's legs, "Hey, you're alone."

"Me?" Xia Xiqing Dynasty Xu Qichen threw a wink, "I want to find a partner is not just a matter of words."

"I'm not talking about that kind of partner, I'm talking about a serious relationship." Xu Qichen moved his butt and sat down, "I think Zhou Ziheng is pretty good, good-looking, tall, and a decent person, the key is that you don't Are you still his fan?"

Xia Xiqing squeezed Xu Qichen's face with his unstained hand, "Why are you so worried about me?"

"That's not right." Xu Qichen laughed twice, scooping out a piece of matcha cake with a spoon and stuffing it into his mouth.

The two of them ate and drank for an hour or two, during which Xu Qichen made all kinds of side-by-side attacks, all of which were fooled by Xia Xiqing, who was pretending to be confused. He sent Zhou Ziheng the photos of himself before eating and the messy photos after eating.

[Moral Pacer]: Are you a devil?

Seeing his reply, the corners of Xia Xiqing's mouth were about to go to heaven. He held the half bowl of borscht soup in one hand and typed with the other.

"It's so supportive." Xu Qichen was so uncomfortable, he leaned on Xia Xiqing's body, but Xia Xiqing didn't hold it, and the remaining half bowl of cold soup was poured on Xu Qichen's body.

"Damn it," Xia Xiqing took the soup bowl from Xu Qichen's neck with a sullen smile, "I don't even look at you, so how are you going to go home later?"

Xu Qichen pursed his lips, "I feel like I am a walking borscht now."

"Just go take a shower, take your clothes for dry cleaning, and go back in my clothes first." Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back his laughter, and the more he laughed, the louder he became. After hearing his words, Xu Qichen went directly to the guest bathroom on the first floor, took off his dirty clothes and took a bath. Xia Xiqing cleaned up the takeout on the ground a little, and originally said that he was going to find clothes for him. Half-dead, sitting cross-legged on the sofa drinking Coke.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Who will this point be. Xia Xiqing took the last sip of Coke, put the empty glass on the floor, walked to the entrance and glanced at the electronic screen.

Zhou Ziheng?

Xia Xiqing pressed the button on the electronic screen and said to him, "Why are you coming to my house."

"I-I forgot my key card."

"Then why don't you call the property and come to my place."

"I'm so tired, I want to sit for a while."

"How many minutes?"

"What minutes?"

Xia Xiqing deliberately held back a cold tone, "Sit down for a few minutes."

Zhou Ziheng's expression dropped a little, "Five minutes..."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing opened the door with a smirk, but when he opened the door, there was no one outside, he glanced outside, and was dragged into the entrance by a person, and he was pressed against the wall of the entrance. , start kissing without saying a word.

"Well... Hey, Zhou Ziheng..." Xia Xiqing couldn't push it away, the kiss was so sudden that he was not prepared at all, his scalp was numb, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Fuck... what are you doing... get up..."

Zhou Ziheng's palm rested on the back of his neck, his voice was low and slightly panting, "I'm hungry."

"You're hungry, shut me down... um..."

In just one or two months, Zhou Ziheng's kissing skills have improved almost by leaps and bounds. From the beginning, he could only be kissed by Xia Xiqing, but now he can fully control the power. The tip of his tongue can pry his teeth apart smoothly, licking and wrapping his tongue. That hot and humid mouth churned.

"It's so sweet." Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's face, and kissed him so much. When Xia Xiqing heard this, her heartbeat was abnormally fast. He grabbed his tie with one hand and Zhou Ziheng's shoulder with the other, trying to give an answer intermittently, "I just...drinked Coke..."

Zhou Ziheng kissed his ear all the way from the corner of his mouth, leaving a series of light and hot kisses, and finally bit his earlobe, "No." His laughter was low, and his breath sprayed on Xia Xiqing's soft auricle, "You It was sweet."

Xia Xiqing was swayed by him all of a sudden, and he couldn't remember anything. He stretched out his arms around his neck and kissed him. His fingers were inserted into his hair, his breathing became more and more chaotic, and his forehead became more and more chaotic. They were sweating, and they were about to lose control.

"Xi Qing? Can you help me get my clothes?" I vaguely heard a voice...

"What about people? Xi Qing?"

Clothes, clothes?

Lying trough.

Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, "Wait, wait, listen to my explanation, that is..."

"Xi - Qing -"

Brother, please stop shouting. Xia Xiqing covered his forehead with his hands, not daring to look at Zhou Ziheng's face. Even though he didn't do anything wrong, he started to tie up his words, "That's Xu Qichen, you know it, Xu Bian? The white and thin one, remember."

Zhou Ziheng's expression didn't look much better. He crossed his arms around his chest, wiped the corners of his lips with his fingers, and his eyes were deep, "Then what?"

"Then we eat together. He takes a bath when his clothes get dirty, and then..." Before he could finish explaining, Zhou Ziheng covered his mouth again with a kiss, this time more intense than the last time, hugging Xia Xiqing with the strength Almost crushed him into his arms.

He suppressed his voice, "Well... I can't breathe... Ziheng..."

But the more he pressed Zhou Ziheng, the more vigorous he became, like a beast driven by hunger.

Just when Xia Xiqing was almost suffocated by Zhou Ziheng's kiss, Xu Qichen, who only had a bath towel around her wet hair, walked from the bathroom to the noisy entrance, wanting to see if it was a thief or something.

Half a minute later, Xia Xiqing, who was kissed by Zhou Ziheng in his arms, heard Xu Qichen's foul language for the first time in his life.

"Fuck..."

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