Chapter 57

Like it or not?

He didn't wait for Zhou Ziheng's answer. But Zhou Ziheng tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, breathing heavier and heavier, and aggressive kisses all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most intuitive way.

Xia Xiqing likes this feeling, and likes to feel Zhou Ziheng's strong need for him from the senses. But he was also afraid that Zhou Ziheng would really say those two words. For him, how people's emotional changes look like is a single-peak curve, brewing little by little in ambiguity, raising little by little, and reaching a peak when he perceives love.

But when it reaches the top, it is irreversibly heading for a fall.

Like a parabola, the higher the apex, the harder the fall.

That's good, it's good now, he needs Zhou Ziheng, just like Zhou Ziheng still needs him, it doesn't matter if there is no definition.

Zhou Ziheng's kiss was not very skillful, it was all about eagerness and rampage, wishing that he could take his soul away with one kiss.

There is no way to express the real thoughts in his heart, Zhou Ziheng can only express all his desires in his body. He has always had his own insistence, habitually avoiding all things that can make people in a coma, whether it is tobacco or alcohol.

He likes to stay awake all the time.

But Xia Xiqing happened to appear, and he tempted him all the time and did everything he could to tempt him, provoke him, and disturb his original firm heart. He knew from the beginning that he understood better than anyone, so he repeatedly reminded himself that staying away from Xia Xiqing, he is not a good person, he is a dangerous item that is flammable, explosive and full of temptation.

"Is it hot?" Xia Xiqing's voice was covered with a thick layer of water vapor, like the wet glass of a sauna. His slender fingers tugged at the bottom edge of Zhou Ziheng's sweater, trying to pull it up, "Take it off?"

Before the end of the intimacy, Zhou Ziheng kissed him again and took off his shirt. Tipping points between men are often intense and unpredictable. He fully understood what Xia Xiqing expected of him, but unfortunately, even if he was the one who was forced to become addicted to drugs.

He also has to be the leader.

The intense kiss made Xia Xiqing hot all over, covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the skin and silk pajamas were greasy and sticky, making his mind breathless. Consciousness and behavior were opposite, the more intense With his actions, his consciousness became more and more sluggish and passive. The posture of lying on Zhou Ziheng changed from an arrogant leopard to a clingy cat.

Zhou Ziheng found an opportunity to overturn him, pressed Xia Xiqing's shoulders and pressed him under him, and a drop of sweat that had accumulated for a long time fell from the corner of his forehead to Xia Xiqing's lips. Zhou Ziheng watched him stick out the tip of his tongue, and gently licked the drop of sweat, a lazy smile appeared on his pure and lustful face.

"Salty."

But you are too sweet. Zhou Ziheng gave up his dying struggle and drowned in the turbulent waves with Xia Xiqing.

Occasionally, the childish voice of the child in the projection would come out, and it would crash into Xia Xiqing's heart like a deer. Just when the two of them were about to be dazed by the gushing desire, he hadn't forgotten to tease.

"It's really... a child... a child..." The remaining two words were covered by gasps, Xia Xiqing's shoulders were shaking, and he couldn't speak. Listening to the well-behaved voice of Zhou Ziheng when he was young, and hanging out with him as an adult, this experience is really wonderful.

Zhou Ziheng was kissing his moist and bright red lips, and at the moment of the extremely tense confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly called out to his brother twice. Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, learning the soft voice of a child while laughing.

"Brother." Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's forbearance frown. Being molested by him like this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his dignity was being questioned, and he bit Xia Xiqing's lower lip fiercely.

"You were so cute when you were young...how can you be so fierce now." Xia Xiqing leaned over and kissed him in a pleasing manner, "You scream again...I hear that you screamed nicely when you were a child...or, still now..."

Originally, he didn't have expectations. Zhou Ziheng was always unwilling to meet his expectations. Xia Xi knew this early in the morning. But what he didn't expect was that Zhou Ziheng really leaned down close to his ear, his voice was deep and low.

"elder brother."

He kissed Xia Xiqing's earlobe again.

"Are you satisfied? Brother Xi Qing."

The bell of the Cathedral of Hundred Flowers struck the heart valve heavily. Even the soul was shattered and turned into a vast universe.

The audition in the afternoon had already consumed Xia Xiqing's energy, and he didn't know how long he had to toss. His consciousness was too vague. He fell asleep after only two sessions. Zhou Ziheng was very stubborn. Whether he was soft or hard, he was not willing to obey .

He didn't sleep well, but he couldn't lift his eyelids. Xia Xiqing always felt that someone was touching his forehead and cheeks in his dreams. It was so light that people couldn't tell if it was hallucination or not. He slept groggyly until the second half of the night and woke up with a dry mouth. Xia Xiqing touched the kitchen with half-squinted eyes, came to open the refrigerator and filled himself with half a bottle of ice water, and suddenly woke up quite a bit.

Although early summer is approaching, the night wind is still a little cool. Xia Xiqing slowly walked back to the room with drooping eyelids, and found that the projector was still on, but there was no sound.

In fact, he should go home at this time. After all, this is not his home.

Xia Xiqing squatted beside the bed and stared at Zhou Ziheng's quiet sleeping face. The little face that was shining on the screen gradually overlapped with the boy who had grown tall in reality. He couldn't help but feel the beauty of life.

Zhou Ziheng slept on the edge of the bed, and his hands that had nowhere to put hung down. Xia Xiqing first tentatively touched his fingertips, and when he saw that he had not woken up, he took his hand with confidence and boldness. Zhou Ziheng's fingers are very long, and his palms are wide and dry, which reminds him of the way he catches the ball with one hand during a basketball game, and he can handle it with ease.

Like playing with a puppy's claws, Xia Xiqing grabbed his fingers one by one and folded them together, then spread them out one by one, and finally embedded his own fingers, interlocking inexplicably.

If he exists only for himself.

[That art gallery was built for you by your mother, you know? ]

Recalling the scene of his mother's madness in the art gallery, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a thorn in his back, and he let go of Zhou Ziheng's hand weakly.

When he lowered his head, he found a gel pen beside his feet, which was probably taken by Zhou Ziheng to take notes.

Xia Xiqing was never sure that he would truly be loved by someone. Most of them loved his skin, and some people who called themselves Bole admired his talent or longed for his family background. You can peel off these sugar coats, and the bitterness inside is prohibitive.

Selfishness, habitual lying, duplicity, romantic addiction.

Previously, he always thought that Zhou Ziheng looked down on him and was purely blind, so many people chased after him and surrounded him, but Zhou Ziheng just avoided it.

But up to now, no matter how conceited he is, no matter how stubborn he is, he has to admit that he is not worthy of such a good Zhou Ziheng.

At noon the next day, Zhou Ziheng was woken up by Jiang Yin's life-threatening series of calls. He forgot that he still had a photo shoot, and the whole person fell into a drowsy sleep. In the TV series when I debuted, when I was dreaming, I always dreamed about what happened when I was filming. I dreamed of a sister in a white dress. She touched her head and folded a white rose for him with a tissue.

When he raised his head again, the girl disappeared without a trace. Zhou Ziheng was very anxious and kept running in the park, trying to shout but couldn't.

Suddenly he heard someone calling his name behind him. When he turned around, he saw Xia Xiqing.

Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled at himself.

As soon as he approached, the rose withered in an instant. His expression was sad, but there were no tears.

[You don't like me, right. ]

In cold sweat, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes. I was alone on the bed, and even the projector was turned off. He couldn't keep him in his sleep, and the fact that Xia Xiqing was not there was not a big blow to him.

He had anticipated it long ago, and he had anticipated all extremely bad possibilities.

"I see, I'll go over now." Zhou Ziheng sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and put his arms on his knees, hanging his head weakly.

"I didn't drink, I was too tired and slept a little late." Jiang Yin babbled a lot, hearing Zhou Ziheng dazed, he switched his hand to answer the phone, scratched his hair with his left hand, and put it on his knee.

He suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something on the side of the ring finger that was close to the palm. When he opened his palm and brought it in front of him, he finally saw it clearly.

It was written with a black signature, a very small rose, quietly growing on the knuckle at the bottom of the ring finger.

Unconsciously, he laughed, causing doubts on the other end of the phone.

"nothing."

Just discovered a happy little trick.

In order to get out of the schedule, Zhou Ziheng had a very busy schedule before joining the group. There were too many advertising contracts to perform, and there were also magazine invitations. He could only compress the time to do everything well before he could concentrate on joining the group.

Unlike Xia Xiqing, the most important thing is time.

After meeting with director Kuncheng in private, Xia Xiqing finally decided to star in this movie.

What the director said reminded him of watching his debut work at Zhou Ziheng's house a few days ago.

[Everything is full of uncertainty now, but the work is eternal, no matter which art form it is, I don't know about others, but I believe you can understand what I mean. ]

In the past two days, he suddenly discovered that even if he repeats the same mistakes in the end. There is at least one work that can permanently seal the relationship between them. In the eyes of others, the ambiguity and transcendence that once existed are the sublimation of art, but in their tacit eyes, they are all products of affection.

That's enough, he doesn't want to be forgotten by Zhou Ziheng. Even if mentioning this film in the future would make him feel disgusted, it would be considered an achievement, but it would be more in line with Xia Xiqing's passive artistic pursuit.

"Are you busy tonight?" Xia Xiqing sent Zhou Ziheng a voice message on the way home, and received his reply quickly.

"I have to attend an event, and it is estimated that I won't be able to go home until the middle of the night."

Xia Xiqing typed back and knew, and didn't say any more. He originally thought that if Zhou Ziheng had nothing to do at night, he could go to that art banquet with him, but he suddenly felt that he was too naive, and Zhou Ziheng would not go to any private banquet. suitable.

What's more, there is no convincing reason to accompany him.

Zhou Ziheng sent another question.

[Morality pacesetter: Are you doing anything tonight? ]

[Terrorist: I also have an event, and I will be back very late. ]

Xia Xiqing didn't make it too clear, and Zhou Ziheng didn't ask much. Assistant Xiao Luo urged him to get into the car, so he had to put away his phone temporarily.

This art dinner was hosted by Mr. Zhong Henan, a very prestigious collector in the industry. The venue was his mansion. Although he borrowed his name, since Mr. Zhong was nearly 90 years old, he was responsible for the actual arrangement. The youngest son, Zhong Chi, is preparing, and he has invited many collectors, as well as many famous painters. Unlike his father, Zhong Chi was a businessman through and through, and the dinner party was naturally accompanied by old and new friends from the business world.

If there are no businessmen, Xia Xiqing would be very willing to go there. It is rare that someone in China is willing to hold such an art salon, but once the smell of copper is mixed, Xia Xiqing will be less interested.

But he has always been very strong, and since he went, he had to act like he was in high spirits, otherwise he would be lost all his own. Xia Xiqing originally chose an army green trench coat, but after thinking about it, after all, he went with Pulito's reputation behind his back, so he should dress more formally, so he found a high-definition gray suit, which was rarely tied. Navy blue tie. The hair is half tied, and it doesn't look so casual.

When driving to the dinner party, the staff at the entrance of the mansion checked the invitation letter, and Xia Xiqing handed it over from the car window. He felt that the security guards were watching him, and he probably recognized it. He now finally understands the suffering of public figures. No matter where he goes, he will be surrounded by people, like a peacock in a zoo.

The hall is very dreamily furnished, with delicate lily of the valley interspersed in the paintings. The crowd gathered in clusters. Everyone tasted famous paintings and expressed their feelings. To be honest, as a painter, Xia Xiqing disliked this part the most. analysis is really strange.

He has been abroad for so many years, and he was rarely taken out by his parents when he was in China. Most of the people at the banquet did not know him. This gave Xia Xiqing plenty of space. Only some young and beautiful young ladies occasionally bulged Courage to come up and have a chat with him.

"You usually prefer oil painting, don't you?"

Xia Xiqing smiled at the girl who asked the question, but his eyes drifted to a young boy who was separated by two paintings. It wasn't because he liked him that he looked more often, but because the man kept looking at him and thought he was not found.

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

"Yes, oil painting." Xia Xiqing loosened his tie, "I'll go get a glass of wine, excuse me."

Walking to the rest area, he breathed a sigh of relief. Xia Xiqing took a glass of absinthe and took a sip. Suddenly, he heard someone call his name. He turned his head and saw a familiar-looking man in a dark red suit.

"Hello, are you Xia Xiqing?" The man extended a hand towards him diligently, "I'm Wei Min."

Xia Xiqing had always been blind to people's faces, but somehow he suddenly remembered it.

This person is the young man met last time in Yunshuijian, the owner of the "Tracking" crew.

Before reaching out his hand, Xia Xiqing turned his head and happened to meet the young man who had been peeking at him just now. He seemed startled and turned around quickly.

What's going on today, it's full of strange people.

I don't know, the man who was scared away by his eyes was lowering his head and replying to the message.

[Zhao Ke: Brother Heng, do you know who I ran into at the dinner party?]

[Zhao Ke: Forget it, don't guess, I'll tell you.]

[Zhao Ke: You CP!]