Chapter 56 Peach Cigarettes

Xia Xiqing found that the dining room at Zhou Ziheng's house was very large, but the dining table was small in comparison. It could only seat six people at most. The rectangular log table was covered with lake blue tablecloths. All tableware was the simplest white porcelain. In the middle was a jar-like dark brown vase with a bunch of white immortal flowers inserted in it.

No, Xia Xiqing took out one and found that it was not an ordinary immortal flower, but a white rose folded from specially treated wrinkled paper.

The tip of the nose is close to the edge of the petals, smelling a rose fragrance. Xia Xiqing always felt that this was familiar, and frowned for a while.

He seemed to be able to fold this thing when he was a kid.

Zhou Ziheng, who came up with the last salad, saw Xia Xiqing holding a paper rose in a daze. This scene looked quite pleasing to the eye.

"The online comments are right, you are indeed beautiful." Zhou Ziheng put the salad on the dining table and sat down opposite Xia Xiqing, "Just don't talk."

"Fuck off." The word "beautiful" is almost a forbidden word for Xia Xiqing. Zhou Ziheng didn't understand. In his eyes, Xia Xiqing's facial features could not be more aptly described as beautiful, and beautiful is not a special word for girls.

"I'm complimenting you sincerely, but you still don't like to hear it."

He glanced lazily at Zhou Ziheng, and threw the paper flower into the vase, "You will praise me for being beautiful when you're in bed." He said with a wicked smile, "At that time, I would love to listen to whatever you say."

Zhou Ziheng, who was giving him the fish soup, chuckled, "I remember it."

"Your dining table is so small." Xia Xiqing spread his arms out, almost touching the edge, "But I like the decoration, and the aesthetics are okay."

"It used to be a big long table, but I lived alone, and most of the time I was on set, so I could eat anything casually." Zhou Ziheng put the tomato and fish soup in a small white porcelain bowl with a paper towel. The bottom of the bowl was handed to Xia Xiqing, "I thought it would be a waste for one person to use such a large table, so I replaced it with a small one."

"But living in such a big house alone is a waste." Xia Xiqing didn't understand his logic.

"Then you live with me?" Zhou Ziheng was actually just joking along his words. He felt a little regretful the moment he said it. He felt that he had acted too much. Every moment he was with Xia Xiqing, he was in control of himself. size. I want to be nice to him, but I am afraid that these good things will push him away.

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a second when he heard it. Before he had time to react, Zhou Ziheng came back, "Just kidding. The house is different from the dining table. How can I put it? In my heart, the dining table is very special, and you eat alone. It is the loneliest time, if there is one or two dishes on a large table, and I sit and eat quietly by myself, I always feel very pitiful.”

Xia Xiqing suddenly didn't know what to say. Zhou Ziheng's description just now seemed to be referring to his life for so many years.

Therefore, he likes to find Xu Qichen for food. In those chaotic love stories before, he had always had a strange habit of not like to sleep with people after the event, but he liked to eat with people before the event.

It doesn't look so lonely.

Thinking like this, Xia Xiqing looked down at the fish soup in the bowl. The color of the soup was a beautiful tomato red, and the soup noodles were sparkling under the warm yellow light. Mixed with the sweetness of yellow bone fish, the entrance is smooth and fragrant, and the stomach is warmed up after a sip.

Zhou Ziheng seemed very nervous, "How is it, is it delicious?"

Xia Xiqing didn't speak, he drank the small bowl in one go, and handed over the empty bowl, "I want another bowl, and scoop a piece of fish for me."

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng happily served him the soup, scooped him a large piece of fish from the ceramic soup pot, and picked up all the obvious thorns with chopsticks, Xia Xiqing's nose was a little sour, he rubbed it and took a bite of candy Vinegar spare ribs stuffed into mouth.

"Don't drink in one go, you won't be able to eat later."

"I'm not a little girl." Xia Xiqing chewed the pork ribs in his mouth, "This pork ribs is delicious and crunchy. It's not the same as Xu Qichen's."

"It's fried." Zhou Ziheng changed a bowl for him to serve rice, but Xia Xiqing took the rice and soaked it in the fish soup.

"It's not good for the stomach to eat like this."

"It's not good to eat like this every day, a meal is fine." Xia Xiqing scooped a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes narrowed with satisfaction, "I haven't eaten like this for many years, the soup and rice are so delicious. ."

Zhou Ziheng asked tentatively, "I often eat it when I was a child? Your mother..."

"My mother doesn't cook. Her hands are only used to appreciate famous paintings." Xia Xiqing's tone became colder. "She is a collector of oil paintings. Of course, I mean before she fell ill." He smiled and pointed with his index finger. Pointing to his temple.

Regarding this topic, Zhou Ziheng knew that it was a minefield, and even if he was curious, he did not continue to ask, but he was willing to say that it was a great surprise for Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiqing turned the topic back, "When I was in elementary school, my aunt who cooked at home was very good at simmering fish soup, because my hometown is in Wuhan, on the edge of the Yangtze River, and I ate fish every day. But when I was a child, I was a picky eater. Then she would use fish soup to wash rice for me, then sit next to me and pick out all the thorns of the fish and put them on the rice.”

"and then?"

"No more." Xia Xiqing lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice. "She gave birth to a child later and quit her job."

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand and rubbed a handful of Xia Xiqing's hair, "Whenever you want to eat, I'll cook it for you." Xia Xiqing didn't like being treated as a child, so he grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist and warned with a displeased expression, " Don't look like you're taking care of children."

"No, I think," Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's side face with the hand he held, "since I don't like to eat alone, and you don't like it, we can occasionally have a company like this."

He said something against his will, but he didn't want to be too eager to scare the kitten away.

Xia Xiqing let go of his wrist, he wanted to reject it outright, the immediate sense of living together made him feel boring and weird. But Zhou Ziheng's food was so delicious and to his own taste that if he refused directly, he might regret it in two days.

He ate a meal slowly. After finishing the meal, Xia Xiqing offered to wash the dishes. After all, he ate and drank for so long. Although he had never done this kind of work, it was more difficult than cooking. dropped by several orders of magnitude.

But Zhou Ziheng directly rejected his request, "There is a dishwasher. Let's talk about it," he put the tableware and chopsticks in order, stood up, and left a few words lightly.

"A painter's hands cannot be used to wash dishes. This is a waste of money."

Xia Xiqing tried his best to restrain the corners of his mouth. He was really convinced, Zhou Ziheng was obviously a pure and innocent little virgin, how could he be so good at it. If this is a low-ranking person who has been hit so many times by him, he would have been so determined to be unable to hold himself back.

Too bad he isn't.

However, it is interesting to meet high-ranking people. Otherwise, wouldn't the story end a bit too simple, and it wouldn't be a fairy tale to coax children.

Isn't the emotional world of adults just the provocation of your coming and going?

It was getting late after dinner. Xia Xiqing went back to the opposite door on the pretext of taking a shower. As soon as he came out of the shower, he found that he had received a series of messages on his mobile phone.

[Moral Pacer: Have you finished taking a shower? Want to watch a movie? ]

[Moral pacesetter: I bought a projector before and it has been idle for a long time. I just installed it and found that it is not bad. ]

Xia Xiqing casually wiped his hair, threw the towel aside, and sat on the sofa to reply to him. Who knew that a call came in from his uncle who had not contacted him for 800 years. After thinking about it, Xia Xiqing still answered.

"Is something wrong?" Xia Xiqing's uncle, Xi Hui, had never had any friendship with him, and no friendship meant that there was no conflict. In addition, he was a gentle person, so Xia Xiqing was willing to say a few words to him.

"Xi Qing, long time no see. I know you don't like fake hospitality, so this process will be avoided. I have two things with you this time, both of which have something to do with your mother. She's not doing well recently. I think you have If you have time, go and see her, of course, it all depends on what you think."

"Let's talk about the second thing directly." Xia Xiqing suddenly wanted to smoke, and after touching it for a long time, he realized that he was wearing pajamas.

"Well, you know, the Pulito Art Center that your mother used to run was renovated last month and is about to reopen. I received an invitation to an art dinner two days ago, and I think you are the owner of this art center, You are more suitable than me. There will be many big names in the art world participating in this dinner, and of course businessmen will also be involved, which will also help the art center to restart."

These words are not leaking, and it is Xi Hui's consistent style of doing things, but Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone that these reasons are not real reasons. The most important thing is that he now has a well-known reputation, and even publicity is saved. Xia Xiqing hated being taken advantage of, but he had mixed feelings about his mother's career, or his mother, he hated her and pitied her.

"You also know that Pulito was built by your mother after she had you, just to commemorate your birth."

Yes, it seems to be the case, even the name is "Qing" in Italian. But in the end, the art center was also destroyed by her single-handedly, which felt a bit fateful.

"Xi Qing?"

"I see. I will go, but I don't do anything else." Xia Xiqing said lightly, "People who study art are the most incompetent, don't count on me."

The person opposite seemed relieved, "I'll give you the address in a moment. You can take care of yourself outside." Xi Hui paused, but still ordered, "The entertainment industry is quite messy, so be careful."

"Compared to the circle I grew up in, the entertainment industry is really a pediatrician."

After hanging up, Xia Xiqing forgot to reply to Zhou Ziheng. He wondered if Pulito really reopened, should he just take the painting there. But this is a total hooligan. How can the boss put his own paintings in his own gallery, it sounds like a very low price.

People's ideas are always strange, and they always feel that art is only valuable when it is linked to poverty. Who would believe that the rich second generation can draw any good paintings?

This is why Xia Xiqing never mentions his own line of work when he is having fun with others, and never mentions his family background when he is creating with others. Once the two are mixed together, it creates a subtle sense of cheapness.

After searching for a long time, he found a box of Marlboro Peach Double Explosion in the gap of the sofa cushion. He stared at the cigarette case for a long time, and then he remembered that it seemed to have been taken from Xia Zhixu last time. That guy was forced to Quit smoking, you can't smoke anything you bought before.

Xia Xiqing never liked popping pearl cigarettes very much. He thought it was too boring, but he was addicted to cigarettes and had no choice. It was also quite suitable as a dessert after a meal. One bite. The phone rang suddenly, and he thought Xi Hui had something to say, but after a look, he realized that it was Zhou Ziheng, and then he remembered that he had not finished what he had just said.

There are two explosive beads in the double explosion, one is a blue mint bead, and the one near the cigarette holder is a peach bead. Xia Xiqing took a sip, crushed the blue beads with his hands, the cool mint aroma wrapped in the smooth tobacco smell shot straight to the sky, his hair was not completely dry, and his brain was agitated, as if a certain nerve was tugged. It was soon released again, and the pores all over the body were opened.

"Hey?"

I don't know why, Zhou Ziheng listened to Xia Xiqing's voice on the other end of the phone lazily, as if he was about to float. He coughed, "You finished your bath? What are you doing?"

"Drugs."

"..."

"I lied to you." Xia Xiqing laughed lazily, and most of the coolness dissipated. He leaned comfortably on the armrest of the sofa, and only then did he remember Zhou Ziheng's previous invitation. He has no interest in movies, but he really wants to watch it. look at something else.

"I don't want to watch movies. Do you have any TV shows you played when you were young? I want to watch them."

Zhou Ziheng was choked by him and coughed a few times, "What's so beautiful about that..."

"I just want to see it." Xia Xiqing exhaled a light ring of smoke, stretched out his slender hand and grabbed it, the smoke escaped between his fingers.

The avatar on the phone seemed to have been silent for a century, and he didn't rush him, he smoked quietly, and after a cigarette was nearly one-third full, Zhou Ziheng ended the game, reluctantly making a compromise.

Until Xia Xiqing stepped on Zhou Ziheng's slippers and appeared at his door with a white cigarette in his mouth, the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face was still ugly. Xia Xiqing laughed happily, took off the cigarette, put it on his fingers, and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's ear with his hand.

"Let's see the child Zhou Ziheng."

"To shut up."

However, Xia Xiqing did not expect that the projector that Zhou Ziheng said was actually installed in his bedroom. If it was someone else, he would definitely think that this kind of invitation had ulterior motives, but if it was Zhou Ziheng, then he must be watching a movie seriously.

His bed was facing a large blank wall. Zhou Ziheng found a very old box in a room with several hard drives in it.

"I haven't seen it myself." There was still a bit of resentment in Zhou Ziheng's tone, and Xia Xiqing also squatted down and touched the top of his head, "Isn't that just right, let's review your cute days together."

As soon as he raised his head, his eyes were a little scary, and Xia Xiqing didn't say any more, and went to bed with his acquaintance and familiarity.

"I'll be fine if I turn off the lights." With the projector on, Zhou Ziheng was still a little worried.

Xia Xiqing's face was calm, "It's okay."

The darkness spread, and the changing light and shadow of the projector blocked the flow of dark colors. Those rays of light like flowing water in the sun cast beautiful colors on Zhou Ziheng's approaching body, which made Xia Xiqing a little moved.

If this body can be used as a drawing paper, it should be able to draw enough amazing works.

The soft bed collapsed, and Zhou Ziheng sat beside him.

"Why are you asking me to watch a movie?" Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side, and saw that the light was transparent to Zhou Ziheng's eyelashes. When they flickered, they looked like fading cicada wings, which were very beautiful.

"I will join the group right away, and I don't think I will have so much free time after that. I originally found a foreign film, and the protagonist is also an AIDS patient. I want to see how others play it, but it's a bit interesting to see it myself. Yu." Zhou Ziheng leaned his head on the pillow, "Pull it up and you will feel better."

Saying so much is actually nonsense. just want to spend more time with him.

Xia Xiqing nodded, and a child appeared on the screen of the projector, wearing a small overalls, his voice was milky, and he laughed at once, "How old were you?"

Zhou Ziheng squinted his eyes and thought for a while, "I'm six years old, the year I debuted."

"It's really cute." Xia Xiqing stared at Zhou Ziheng, and then looked at the children in the picture, trying to confirm the similarities between them. Zhou Ziheng felt too ashamed, and turned Xia Xiqing's face towards him, "Don't watch me on your TV."

"It's your TV." Xia Xiqing chuckled. Zhou Ziheng always felt that there was a fruity smell around him, not the smell on Xia Xiqing's body in the past, he wondered, "Did you change the shower gel?"

"No," Xia Xiqing quickly responded, "You're talking about cigarettes, right?" Although he was talking, his eyes were still fixed on the beautiful little boy on the screen. The six-year-old Zhou Ziheng played the youngest in the family. Young master, there are two sisters and a brother above him. Right now, he is going to the scene where he goes upstairs and shouts at his brother. His voice is crisp and sweet, like a little peach.

It's still good as a child, nice and soft.

"Smoke? You said the aroma is in the cigarette?"

I knew that this good baby had never seen the world. Xia Xiqing took the cigarette from his mouth and handed it to him, "You try?"

Zhou Ziheng refused, "Forget it, I don't smoke."

"Tsk." Xia Xiqing's attention finally shifted from Xiao Zhou Ziheng, he turned his face and raised his eyebrows, "Five good youths."

He has such a bad taste since he was a child, and likes to tease and spoil well-behaved children.

"I don't like this kind of addictive thing, and it's not good for the body." Zhou Ziheng explained in a straight-forward manner, who would have known that Xia Xiqing sat up directly with a cigarette in his mouth, his legs spread his shoulders and straddled him. The pink popping beads on the side were crushed by him at once, and the fragrant and fresh peach aroma was poured into his lungs at once.

Xia Xiqing took off the cigarette and blew a beautiful smoke ring, watching the smoke spread on Zhou Ziheng's frowning face and melt with the flowing light. The fingers holding the cigarette pinched Zhou Ziheng's chin and kissed it.

The cold, sweet smoke was passed over, completing a psychedelic and long handover.

Peach, mint, cigarettes.

The intertwined light and shadow, the sweet and soft voice of childhood, the sticky and intimate kiss.

"Look me in the eyes and say it again."

Soft lips rubbed with desire.

"Do you like addictive things?"