Chapter 65 Return to Hometown

On the plane at noon, Zhou Ziheng originally thought of going back to the apartment early to pick up Xia Xiqing and go to the airport with him, but Jiang Yin could see through his thoughts, and he was stunned that he would not let him go.

"Now that public opinion has just subsided for a while, you can avoid suspicion if you can."

Zhou Ziheng's face suddenly fell.

To avoid any suspicion, he wished that everyone in the world would know that he was very close to Xia Xiqing, and that anyone who saw Xia Xiqing would think of him first. But in the end, Zhou Ziheng was reluctant to be scolded by Xia Xiqing, so he could only reluctantly agree to split up.

Xia Xiqing didn't sign with the company, but she couldn't be without an assistant when filming. Jiang Yin called and transferred an experienced male assistant from the company, but Zhou Ziheng disagreed, so she had to change to a girl.

"Do you know where Xiqing lives now? I'll give the address to Xiaoxiao, and she'll pick up Xiqing later."

Hearing his sister-in-law ask this, Zhou Ziheng almost blurted out, but he suddenly thought that if he said it, it would not mean to tell his sister-in-law that he and Xia Xiqing lived opposite the door. Although it was just a coincidence, it was too easy to cause bad associations. .

His current mood is completely ignorant.

"That...you let Xia Xiqing go to the airport by himself. It's easy to be followed when the car leaves your company. Pick him up at that time, in case the reporters say that you signed him or something."

Jiang Yin gave him a look, "I'm worrying about him every day now. What's the difference between signing him and signing him, he still can't make money for me."

Zhou Ziheng complimented his sister-in-law all the way, Jiang Yin also worried about the possibility of Zhou Ziheng's words, changed the previous decision, and let Xiaoxiao go directly to the capital airport. The group finally met at the airport. Zhou Ziheng's car was stuck on the road for a while and became the last one to arrive. When walked to the waiting area, saw a large group of girls around, each calling out to Brother Xi Qing, which was incredibly sweet.

Originally wanted to approach quietly, but the sharp-eyed fans suddenly exposed Zhou Ziheng's whereabouts.

"Heng Heng, your clothes look good today, and the gray sweater looks good!"

"Heng Heng is so handsome!"

"Zhou Ziheng, you are too A today!"

Zhou Ziheng nodded again and again, and apologetically rejected the fans' gifts. He walked to the center of another whirlpool with difficulty. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on a chair surrounded by a group of girls, heard the movement and took off his headphones. He wore a rare casual suit. Wearing black short sleeves with high waist dark gray overalls and a light gray baseball cap, seeing Zhou Ziheng's face in the crowd, his always gentle face finally revealed a sly and playful smile.

"Oh, I just found out that Xi Qing and Ziheng are well dressed today."

"Yes, it's all black and gray, a couple's outfit!"

Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised. He looked at his outfit. The gray sweater, black sweatpants, and the black baseball cap were reversed. They were all casually pulled from the house before leaving. .

What a coincidence, this is what other people say about having the same heart?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was dressed handsomely today, how comfortable he was.

When he was about to board the plane, there were so many fans that he couldn't walk. He was afraid that Xia Xiqing would fall. Zhou Ziheng stood behind him and supported his shoulders with both hands. Only then did he realize that the slim black T-shirt on his body showed off his waist. Shun, it's tiring to watch.

"Ziheng, can you open this time?" a fan asked in the crowd.

"Opening?" Zhou Ziheng looked inexplicable, "What opening?"

A group of fans laughed and said, "Acting in a romantic movie!"

Almost choked by these little girls, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and coughed a few times. Xia Xiqing felt that the hands on his shoulders were tightening. He smiled lightly and explained to the girls around him, "This time it's not a romance movie either."

There was a burst of regrets among the fans.

"The relationship between those two people is quite complicated. In my understanding of the script, it surpasses friendship." Xia Xiqing turned his face and looked back at Zhou Ziheng, "What do you think?"

Those beautiful eyes suddenly came into sight, Zhou Ziheng was slightly startled, and hesitated for a second.

"Ah, yes, I think so too."

No, more than friendship.

It is love.

Zhou Ziheng affirmed his own judgment repeatedly in his heart.

The flight time was not too long, but this time next to Zhou Ziheng was Director Kuncheng, and Xia Xiqing was in front of Director Kun. Director Kun had a lot of things to tell Zhou Ziheng, and took this opportunity to share with Zhou Ziheng some of his insights and understanding of the play when he was polishing the script.

But Zhou Ziheng's heart fell on the man diagonally in front of him. His eyes glanced over from time to time, and they were about to stick to the back of Xia Xiqing's slender and white neck.

"The final version of the script is actually very graphic, and editor Xu is very good, saving me a lot of storytelling effort." Director Kun opened the photo album on the computer, "We took the shooting team to an early meeting last week. Come on, you see this is what we shot."

Zhou Ziheng hummed, and turned his gaze from Xia Xiqing's back in the seat gap to Director Kun's computer. In the photo, there are two rows of buildings so high that the camera can't take them all. The windows are very small, and there are illegal constructions everywhere. The buildings are only separated by a distance of about one and a half meters, forming an alley with little light. The picture is divided into two parts from the Zhong's house. Below is the dark and muddy road and the wall painted with emerald green mottles. The upper half is untouchable by the sky.

Kun Cheng observed the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, "Did you feel that way all of a sudden?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded knowingly, "Yes... that's right."

It was this road. Gao Kun, who had nowhere to go, followed Jiang Tong, who was at a loss, and pushed him against the wall. The emerald-green lacquer surface exuded a deep luster in the dim light.

"This is the scene of Wuhan?" Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it. He had been to this city many times before because of his travel. It was prosperous and prosperous, which was completely different from the one in the photo.

"Yes." Kuncheng nodded, "Xu Bian set the filming location when he wrote the script. I heard that Xu Bian is from Wuhan, so he may be familiar with it. He said that this is an urban village in Wuhan. Now This kind of scene is almost extinct, it's rare."

Xu Bian is from Wuhan. So is Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and saw that Xia Xiqing's sleeping head was about to fall to the middle, he tapped it slightly and then straightened it back, which was kind of cute.

When he returned to his hometown to film, would he think of any bad memories? He was a little worried in his heart, but he thought of what Xu Qichen had said before.

Xia Xiqing cannot escape for a lifetime, he must face his past.

When the plane landed, Zhou Ziheng immediately felt the power of the "stove" city in the early summer. It was only mid-May, and there was already an open-air sauna. After walking two steps, he felt that the sleeves of his sweater were about to touch his arms. The skin sticks together. The humid and sultry weather in the south really made him, a real northerner, not used to it.

Xia Xiqing had no effect, he had already adapted to the climate of his hometown, but he slept uneasy all the way, and his neck was a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and tried to relieve the symptoms, listening to Zhou Ziheng and Kun Dao talking and laughing. Walking behind made his bad mood worse because he didn't sleep well.

Who would have guessed that in the next second, a warm and dry palm would press on the back of his neck, pinching his neck gently. Xia Xiqing turned his head to the side and saw that Zhou Ziheng's face was still facing Director Kun, but his hand was gently pressing on his neck.

Zhou Ziheng said loudly, "Director Kun, shall we go to the hotel or the filming location first? What about the others?"

Kuncheng smiled and waved his hand, "We haven't turned it on yet." His eyes turned to Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, we rented a house in Hua'an in order for you to enter the role earlier, and that is Jiang after the start of the later stage. Where Tong lives, won't you have a period of co-living at that time, live there with Ziheng for a few days, run in and get comfortable." His smile was a little apologetic, "The conditions may be very difficult. , you need to get used to it."

"It's fine." Xia Xiqing smiled and patted off Zhou Ziheng's hand that was still hanging around his neck, "I can endure hardship very well."

As soon as they got out of the airport, the car arranged by the Kun guide picked them up. The driver was a local elder brother, and he spoke with a Hamp that made Xia Xiqing extremely cordial, warm and chatty. Ronaldinho and Xiaoxiao took their luggage and went to the hotel first.

Kuncheng sat in the co-pilot. The last time he came to Han, he was already very familiar with this big brother. The two talked and laughed, talking and talking. The driver's eldest brother glanced at the rearview mirror, looked at Zhou Ziheng and said with a smile, "I know this handsome guy, big star, my daughter likes you very much. Oh, by the way, my name is Yang Fei, you can call me Lao Yang."

"I'll call you Brother Fei." Zhou Ziheng smiled friendly.

Brother Fei's eyes turned to Xia Xiqing next to Zhou Ziheng, "This handsome guy is quite white, he doesn't look like a northerner."

Xia Xiqing raised the corner of his mouth and raised the brim of his hat slightly, "I'm from Wuhan."

This was the first time Zhou Ziheng heard Xia Xiqing speak in dialect.

Unlike many southerners, he always speaks standard Mandarin, even with a northern accent, which makes it difficult for people to tell the place of birth from the pronunciation.

When he spoke his native dialect, his voice was very low. When he said this sentence, the word "Han" was inadvertently dragged for a long time. It was much more vivid than Mandarin, and it sounded cool and cute to Zhou Ziheng.

"Oh! You're a local, no wonder." The elder brother also spoke in Wuhan dialect, "I mean you look quite like us in Wuhan."

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng and found that he had been staring at him. He smiled and asked in a low voice, "Do you understand what Brother Fei said?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Ah? Um... Say you look good."

what. Xia Xiqing laughed, "I don't understand and pretend I understand." He shrank on the seat back on purpose, the brim of his hat cast a shadow on his lower eyelids.

While talking and laughing, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look out the car window, the towering office buildings, the blue fence waiting for construction, the overpass under the light rail, the familiar street scene was covered with a gray filter by the sunshade film attached to the car window, It's like a black and white silent film I've watched many times.

Every time look at it, feel familiar, but can see many different places.

Zhou Ziheng also followed his appearance and shrunk down, but his long legs had nowhere to stretch, so he pretended to inadvertently stretched out to Xia Xiqing's feet, and inserted his right foot between Xia Xiqing's feet. He didn't want to disturb Xia Xiqing either, so he sat silently beside him.

After driving for a while, the scenery suddenly changed greatly. There are still quite a few buildings here, but it looks like the 1980s. The outdated architectural design and the pink-orange walls that are about to peel off reveal a sense of age all the time. One of the most conspicuous buildings hangs a sign that reads "Friendship Department Store" in ancient fonts. The surrounding buildings are all big and small, but there are also some fresh shops such as chain convenience stores.

"This place is close to the riverside, so it can't be demolished." Xia Xiqing suddenly said, "So many old buildings from the past are preserved. In fact, this area used to be very prosperous."

"I can tell." Xia Xiqing took the initiative to talk to him, and Zhou Ziheng was very happy.

It didn't take long for their car to get on the Yangtze River Bridge. The surrounding field of vision opened up in an instant. The shimmering river was covered with pieces of gold sprinkled by the setting sun. Several ferries floated slowly, and occasionally a long whistle sounded. , looking at the red clouds that burned the sky from afar, like a fire burning on the Yangtze River.

Although it is a waterscape, it is completely different from the Jiangnan Water Village. This is a big river and a lake, full of hot and unrestrained rivers and lakes.

This point is very much in line with Xia Xiqing. It looks like gentle water, only when it really flows in will it touch his fresh and unruly soul.

"It's so beautiful." Zhou Ziheng sighed sincerely, he remembered a famous poem, "Twilight is somber and sombre."

Hearing this poem, Xia Xiqing smiled lightly, "It's really hard for you, a science student."

Kuncheng and Brother Fei were still chatting, and Xia Xiqing asked in the middle, "Director, where is the exact location?"

"Huanli."

"Hua Anli?" Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, but quickly regained his calm, "It's hard for you to find that place."

Kuncheng laughed, "Isn't that what Xu Bian said, he said he came back on purpose when he was writing the script."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Xia Xiqing looked out the window, "Actually, almost none of the locals in Wuhan have been to Hua'anli, where most of them are foreigners."

"Well..." Director Kun turned his head to look at Xia Xiqing, "I heard that Xiqing, you and Xu Bian are classmates? So you've known each other for quite a few years."

"Well, we had a class in high school. He was very good at that time. He participated in composition competitions all day long and wrote good essays." Xia Xiqing's face had a gentle look when talking about high school, "But he was very special at that time. Introverted, don't talk to anyone."

As soon as he spoke, his wrist was grabbed, Xia Xiqing turned his head in surprise, and found that Zhou Ziheng was blocking their hands with a backpack. The fingers were inserted, forcing Xia Xiqing and his fingers to interlock.

In the Qing Dynasty, Xia Xi compared his lips and asked him what he was doing. Zhou Ziheng just smiled and didn't speak, just grabbed his hand firmly.

He likes Xia Xiqing's genuine tenderness, but he doesn't like that tenderness because of himself.

"Xu Bian doesn't like to talk much now, but he has a very gentle personality. He is very talkative and has a good temper."

"Ah? Hmm... that's what he is." Xia Xiqing didn't even bother to answer, afraid of being smashed by Director Kun about holding hands.

The perpetrator, Zhou Ziheng, was happy and at ease, and squeezed his hand, "What about you?"

"Me?" Xia Xiqing turned his face suspiciously, "What's wrong with me?"

"Did you look like when you were in high school?"

For some unknown reason, Xia Xiqing vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng's words contained a hint of regret. It's a pity as if missed something important.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were so sincere that it was timid, Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes and answered in a perfunctory manner, "...about the same."

"There should be a lot of people chasing Xiqing when he was in high school." Director Kun teased him, "He looks so good-looking, it must not be a school grass."

"That's it, there aren't many good-looking classes like Xi Qing." Brother Fei also echoed.

Really, which pot can't be opened and lifted.

Xia Xiqing felt that the hands that were holding him were tighter, and wanted to turn his face to look at him, but Zhou Ziheng instead preempted him, raised his eyebrows at him, and smiled close to Xia Xiqing's face, "Yeah, she looks so good-looking. ."

His tone was too obvious.

"And then?" Xia Xiqing's eyebrows also raised.

Zhou Ziheng's gaze was ambiguous on the face under the brim of his hat, the two clasped hands that were obscured, the palms that were touching were hot.

"I'm just curious, was there a lot of people lining up to chase after you, or did you chase after a lot of people?" Zhou Ziheng's voice was low, revealing too many secret codes inadvertently.

Xia Xiqing smiled silently, the fingers embedded between his fingers lightly tapped the back of Zhou Ziheng's hand, and then gently and slowly rubbed the protruding blue veins on the back of his hand with the pulp of his fingers, rubbing against the flesh, as if It was a cigarette butt that was about to go out, and every piece of skin it touched was burning with anxiety.

Xia Xiqing answered his question, but the answer was irrelevant.

"I'm having a hard time chasing."

He deliberately lowered his voice, but he couldn't suppress the playful frivolity. His mouth was like a half-burnt feather, and it fell lightly into Zhou Ziheng's heart, causing his blood to heat up.

Zhou Ziheng's thumb flicked and carelessly scratched the side of Xia Xiqing's index finger.

"I guess so."