Chapter 55 The Missing You

When Xia Xiqing came out of the elevator, he found five or six little girls standing at the door. He immediately wondered if they were fans or something. He didn't expect that as soon as he approached the revolving door, those girls would surround him.

"Are there any more masks?" Xia Xiqing used his elbow to turn around Xu Qichen, who was already wearing a mask. Xu Qichen spread his hands, "No, just one."

Xia Xiqing snorted, "You have a burden." He also blamed himself for not being fully prepared, so he had to bite the bullet and go out.

All those little girls held up their mobile phones and called out Xia Xiqing's name.

"Brother Xiqing, what are you doing here?"

Xia Xiqing also learned her tone, "Just play."

A few girls laughed and scrambled to talk to him. Xia Xiqing thought it was strange, it was a private trip, how did they know.

"How did you find me?"

One of the girls said, "Brother, you are on the hot search. We came here just as we were shopping here."

"Hot search?" Xia Xiqing walked two steps to the side of the road and stood. Xu Qichen went to pick up the car first, and he was left to wait here with these little girls.

"Yeah, someone ran into you, and the trailer for the new issue of "Escape from Heaven" just came out!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the other little girls immediately screamed. Xia Xiqing felt that he was surrounded by a group of little groundhogs. He couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter with you?"

"Brother, watch the trailer, it's super sweet!"

sweet? Xia Xiqing doesn't know. So, isn't this a suspenseful reality show?

"Brother, did you win this issue? Can you tell me the spoiler?"

"Who is the killer, brother?"

"Brother Xiqing, when will you record the next episode?"

"I can't say it, you can watch it when the time comes~"

Question after question, Xia Xiqing was overwhelmed. When he looked up and saw Xu Qichen's car approaching, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm leaving, it's getting late, you should go home early."

"Brother Xi Qing is so warm."

"Super gentle."

Several little girls stuffed the purchased milk tea and desserts into Xia Xiqing's hands, watched him get into the car, and kept waving at him. Xia Xiqing, who sat in the co-pilot, let out a long sigh of relief and put down the things in his hand. Xu Qichen joked, "It's very popular."

"Believe it or not, you will also be picked up and laughed."

"It doesn't matter to me." Xu Qichen turned the steering wheel, "It's a big deal to take out the vest I wrote about the crispy duck, and I'll let you play the role."

"Come on, you two who are greasy, act it out by yourself."

"There were people who wanted to buy the drama-within-a-drama from my previous book, and wanted to turn it into a movie. I seem to have shown you that short story before, which happened in Nice."

"Nanke Yimeng. I know." Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the window, "Is it sold?"

"No, I don't think anyone can act like Yu Ning." Xu Qichen suddenly laughed, "If you think about it, you and Zhou Ziheng's mentor are a good match. Sunshine, healthy, fake scum attack and gloomy and romantic collapse." After he finished speaking Xu Qichen kept laughing.

"You are the sufferer, I am the romantic attack."

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Okay, okay, beauty attack. Your face is so recognizable, you should wear a hat and mask when you go out."

Xia Xiqing sighed, "Because it's so easy to be recognized now, I don't even dare to go to a nightclub recently."

"You should go to that kind of place less often. Besides," Xu Qichen changed the conversation, "How can Zhou Ziheng be as good-looking as a boy in a nightclub."

Hearing him mention Zhou Ziheng's name, Xia Xiqing let out a subconscious sigh, but he didn't answer the question, but he said a lot in his heart.

How can the goods in the nightclub be compared with the big stars? Few of the stars can compare with Zhou Ziheng.

At this time, Xia Xiqing accidentally received Zhou Ziheng's WeChat.

[Moral Pacer: Are you finished? ]

Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the car window and replied to him by typing.

[Terrorist: What? ]

"It's all here." Xu Qichen glanced at his watch, "Come to my house for dinner at night, I'll cook something delicious for you."

Xia Xiqing hummed, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Then I'll ask Zhixu to bring it back. Oh, by the way, I haven't called him back yet." Xu Qichen hurriedly called Xia Zhixu. Xia Xiqing automatically turned on the function of [blocking the conversation between boring couples], bowed his head and sent another message to Zhou Ziheng.

[Terrorist: I went to Chenchen's house for dinner in the evening. The sweet and sour pork ribs he made were delicious. ]

Originally, Zhou Ziheng was editing the reply to the previous message, but when he saw this sentence, he deleted it all. Chenchen's name is too close, isn't he a high school classmate, as for being so affectionate.

High school classmates……

Zhou Ziheng was suddenly jealous of Xu Qichen. He also wanted to meet Xia Xiqing when he was a teenager, but he didn't know what he was like at that time. Maybe a little shorter and more handsome than now. At that time, would he also paint every day, or would he go to the basketball court after class like other boys.

When Xia Xiqing was fifteen years old, would it be different from the current Xia Xiqing, would it be a little more naive and cute.

Speaking of childishness, I was only ten years old at that time, still a primary school student.

Thinking like this, Zhou Ziheng felt even more unhappy.

I feel like I've missed a lot of time, and can't get it back no matter what.

When Xu Qichen and Xia Zhixu were on the phone, their voices were different from usual, and they were usually calm and emotionless. As soon as they met Xia Zhixu, the childish side came out. Xia Xiqing pretended that he couldn't hear anything. Anyway, he had been accustomed to this kind of dog food since high school. At this moment, the phone vibrated again.

[Moral pacesetter: I also make sweet and sour pork ribs, come to my house. ]

As soon as he saw the news, Xia Xiqing was overjoyed. The smile was so sudden and obvious that even Xu Qichen, who was on the phone, noticed it and turned to look at him.

But Xia Xiqing didn't feel it at all.

[Terrorist: How do I know if your cooking is good or not? ]

[Morality pacesetter: Then you will know if you eat it. ]

It's this strange logic again, but it's always strangely persuasive.

Xia Xiqing waited for Xu Qichen to hang up the phone, then hesitated, "Well... I might not be able to go to your house at night."

"What's the matter? Is there anything else?"

"Well..." Xia Xiqing realized that it was not the first time that he had released Xu Qichen's pigeons, and he was a little bit sorry, "I'll go to your house in two days, you two will spend the two-person world first today."

Xu Qichen didn't ask much, and he wasn't a gossip, so he turned around and sent Xia Xiqing home.

"Director Kun should contact you directly about casting." Xu Qichen rolled down the car window and looked at Xia Xiqing who was standing outside, "If you feel burdened, don't force it."

"I know." Xia Xiqing reached out and touched Xu Qichen's chin, "Go back. Drive slowly."

When Xia Xiqing went upstairs, he opened Weibo and took a look. Zhou Ziheng's two hot searches were still hanging on it. The fourth place was [Meet Xia Xiqing], and the fifth place was ["Escape from Heaven" teaser egg].

Why is there an Easter egg this time, the show team is getting more and more good at playing.

He clicked on the hot search [Meet Xia Xiqing by chance], and the top Weibo was a photo posted by an amateur girl, which was a bit fuzzy, but Xia Xiqing recognized it as soon as he took a taxi to the hotel and chatted with him Profile shot of the young driver.

[A little sweet bean who loves self-study: My brother loaded Xia Xiqing today! He even took a picture of him, oh my god I'm going to cry, I should be my brother's taxi conductor woo woo woo! ]

The comments below are basically CP fans, and there are many passers-by.

[Self-study is too big: Mom, brother Xiqing is so cool in private, this is the best man I have ever seen wearing overalls! ]

[My lover is a little painter: Oh my God, this little girl, I really want to touch it, woo woo woo. ]

[Cucumber, Watermelon, Cantaloupe: Is Xia Xiqing's raw picture so good? It feels like it came out of the comics. @Some of the little fresh meats who claim to be beautiful and prosperous every day come in and get beaten. ]

[Sweety: Xia Xiqing's legs turned out to be so long, they couldn't be covered up by a body suit, so looking at him like this is so salty, he doesn't feel right at all, there is a feeling of being a boyfriend. ]

Whoever suffers, Lao Tzu has been 1 for 25 years.

[Self-study girl celebrates Chinese New Year every day: Xiqing is about 1.8 meters tall, but she doesn’t look tall when standing with Ziheng. Ziheng is not just kidding to conquer the entertainment circle. It’s all about Ziheng to cut hands and pull melons at station B. ]

Attack the entertainment industry?

Not just an innocent little virgin.

Xia Xiqing got out of the elevator, walked to the door of Zhou Ziheng's house, and rang the doorbell.

It didn't take long for the door to be pulled open from the inside. Zhou Ziheng, who was wearing a black shirt before the audition, has now changed into a white sweater. It was probably not long after taking a shower, his hair was not completely dry, and there was still a black pair on his nose. Framed glasses, it looks exactly like a young wolf dog.

Standing at the door before entering, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's lips naturally, as if it should be like this. But Xia Xiqing froze in place, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"come in."

Such an act of intimacy was beyond his definition of their relationship. Xia Xiqing was a little dazed, but a little throbbing in the daze.

This feeling was a little strange, and it made him panic.

With an afterthought, Xia Xiqing closed the door. When he came in, he found a pair of navy blue cotton mops in the entrance.

When he took off his shoes and put them on, Xia Xiqing realized that these shoes were not the ones he wore when he came.

This pair fits perfectly.

Zhou Ziheng's thoughtfulness is like boiling a frog in warm water. Before you can react, you are already wrapped in his tenderness, and you cannot resist.

There was no chance for resistance at all.

"Sit down by yourself first, you'll be fine soon." His voice came from the kitchen, Xia Xiqing walked over along the scent, saw Zhou Ziheng's back, and his heart was warm. He hadn't felt this way for a long time. Even at Xu Qichen's house, Xia Xiqing had never felt this way when he saw him cooking for him.

This man is only for him.

The heart begins to delusions of being out of control.

How could he have such a terrible thought? This person is Zhou Ziheng.

It is absolutely impossible for him to become someone's private property.

Originally, he wanted to tease the general attack of the entertainment industry because of Weibo comments, but as soon as he came in, he was flustered by his kiss, and his previous thoughts disappeared.

Xia Xiqing stepped forward and saw Zhou Ziheng cutting tomatoes, so he lowered his head and approached Zhou Ziheng's profile, "Can I help you?"

"No." Zhou Ziheng's mouth curled up without looking at him, "I question your cooking ability."

Hearing Zhou Ziheng's joking, Xia Xiqing slapped his calf with a kick, but Zhou Ziheng didn't fight back, just smiled and said don't make trouble, and then threw the cut tomatoes into the pot.

Xia Xiqing saw washed cherry tomatoes in the porcelain bowl beside him, grabbed a few and stuffed them into his mouth, ran to the boiling soup pot to take a look, and said vaguely, "What are you cooking? "

"Tomato Yellow Bone Fish Soup." Zhou Ziheng saw that the corners of his mouth were stained with red tomato juice, reached out to wipe it, and then lifted the lid of another pot, and the white heat rushed out, mixed with sweet and sour The unique aroma of ribs.

"It smells so good." Xia Xiqing didn't feel very hungry at first, but when he smelled it, he felt hungry, "How long will it take."

"For a while." Zhou Ziheng held the spatula and flipped over the ribs, then put the lid on the pot again. Xia Xiqing was a little curious, how could he, a child star who has acted since childhood, be so good at cooking.

"Where did you find the time to learn to cook?"

Zhou Ziheng raised his neck and thought for a while, "I learned it when I was very young, I like cooking, and I feel very relieved. And then there was a play where I played a chef in it, and I went to train for a month. The scenes of cooking are all made by me, no substitutes are used.”

It's really amazing. If I were another actor, I might not be so concerned about it. No matter what, Xia Xiqing felt that he had picked up a big bargain. The more he thought about it, the more proud he became, he reached out and tugged on the drawstring on Zhou Ziheng's sweater hat, and he tugged the old man.

Zhou Ziheng didn't know what he was doing, he just smiled and said to stop making trouble. Xia Xiqing was a master who didn't listen to persuasion.

The verbal warning didn't work, Zhou Ziheng changed his tactics, wrapped Xia Xiqing's waist with his hands, and took him into his arms, "Are you still kidding?"

Xia Xiqing leaned his back against the counter, with his eyes down, his index finger wrapped around the drawstring, from bottom to top, to the side of his neck. The fingertips rubbed repeatedly on the section from the side of his neck to the back of his ear, gently and slowly.

To Zhou Ziheng, this kind of provocation was simply gentle and lingering. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's finger and said, "Do you particularly like to make trouble when others are doing things?"

It's a complete cat.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyes, pretending to be innocent, "No, I'm not making trouble."

"Not yet?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows.

He raised his chin, grabbed Zhou Ziheng's neckline and tugged it fiercely. The expression on his face changed from simple to ruffian in an instant. The distance between the two suddenly shortened, and there was only a detachment between the lips. distance.

"I didn't even kiss you, how can it be considered a troublemaker?"

The tenderness escalated into a tense collision in an instant. Zhou Ziheng was completely defeated by him, he didn't want to think about anything, just wanted to kiss him.

When Zhou Ziheng was approaching, Xia Xiqing let go of his hand again and ducked back. When Zhou Ziheng didn't react, he pushed him away with a smile, took two steps backwards and left the counter with a playful smile in his voice.

"This is the trouble."

There is really no way. Zhou Ziheng chuckled lightly, picked up the spoon and stirred the boiling soup. The vortex generated by the stirring could not be calmed down, just like his heartbeat at the moment.

Leaving the kitchen, Xia Xiqing walked around the swimming pool in the living room to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The night here is different from the landscape he saw in his home, and the buildings are more brighter.

Interestingly, there is a commercial building not far away with a huge LED billboard, which happens to be Zhou Ziheng's mobile phone endorsement. This feeling is a bit strange, and Xia Xiqing can't say why. When he turned his head, he found that there were some photos on the TV wall, many of which Xia Xiqing had never seen before. He walked over and took a closer look. It turned out that they were photos taken by Zhou Ziheng in the crew when he was a child.

Speaking of which, Xia Xiqing was fanned by him at first because of the group of photos of the basketball game that were searched for. Zhou Ziheng on the court was full of high-spirited, murderous aura, and his body exuded strong hormones. Before Zhou Ziheng took the "walking hormone" character, Xia Xiqing didn't care about the domestic entertainment circle at all.

Even if he was circled by him later, Xia Xiqing didn't care at all, or was too lazy to care about what drama Zhou Ziheng acted in when he was a child. Anyway, he was a full-fledged carnivore and had no interest in children at all.

But... Xia Xiqing leaned over to the old photo on the wall.

Zhou Ziheng was quite cute when he was a child. He looked soft and cuddly, and he looked like he would be pinched and hugged by all kinds of strange uncles and aunts when he was brought out from childhood.

In the photo, Zhou Ziheng is wearing a small painter's hat and bibs, as if he is playing some Republic of China drama. The little face looks like a little girl, white and tender, with big eyes.

What the hell is time, turning such a cute little guy into a 1.9-meter-high total attack. However, Xia Xiqing always felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

It's probably familiar to pretty children. The more Xia Xiqing looked at this child, the more cute he felt, and he wondered if he should make up for this little child star's drama? Anyway, idle is idle.

Why does she look so cute.

He stretched out his finger and lightly poked the little man's face in the photo.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Xiqing retracted his hand in a guilty conscience, his shoulders trembled with fright, and when he turned around, he saw Zhou Ziheng holding a soup bowl.

"Nothing."

He also didn't know what he was guilty of.

But it was Zhou Ziheng when he was a child. It was just a kiss that Zhou Ziheng understated. He may understand, or he may want to pretend he doesn't.

All symptoms of restlessness probably stem from the same cause.

He didn't want to admit it anyway, what he liked was not just Zhou Ziheng's character design.