Chapter 72 The Art of Love

For several nights in a row, Xia Xiqing had a serious lack of sleep, and his whole body was not in a good state. Yesterday, in order to film a rain scene, he was drenched in artificial rain all night, and he couldn't go back to the hotel that night. Today's scenes are all scheduled during the daytime. Xia Xiqing got up at 5 in the morning, poured three glasses of ice American in a row and filmed it until 2:30 in the afternoon.

Finally finished shooting his part, Xia Xiqing sat on the steps in a daze. The afternoon sun shone on his eyes and made him feel dizzy. He felt like he was about to turn into a puff of smoke.

"Xi Qing, your dark circles are so heavy, do you want to let Sister Cindy cover it for you?" Xiaoxiao squatted in front of him and held a small fan for him, with a worried expression on her face, "Are you still sleepy? What to eat?"

Xia Xiqing shook his head, put his palms on his cheeks, and spoke weakly, "If you have dark circles, you are more like Jiang Tong, anyway, when Sister Cindy is here, she will make me ugly, you go and sit in the car, I will go up after a while. Ah chirp—" He suddenly sneezed and asked nervously with a smile, "Could it be that I caught a cold in the rain yesterday?"

"No," Xia Xiqing rubbed his nose with his hand and yawned again, "It's in the sun."

Xia Xiqing stood up and stretched, Zhou Ziheng was filming, and he could only stand by and watch.

This scene is a scene where Gao Kun went to see a doctor at a black clinic after he found out that he was unwell. The clinic was also a small room rented in the Huaanli community. , There is only one old ceiling fan in the whole room, there is no wind when it turns out, and the windows are all open and it is unbearably hot.

Xia Xiqing stood next to the director and looked at the monitor screen.

"It hurts when I swallow something." Gao Kun frowned and explained to the clinic doctor across a small wooden table, "That kind of pain from scratching. The throat, just the throat, seems to be swollen."

The doctor was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her fifties. She was wearing reading glasses and a white lab coat. She reached out and touched Gao Kun's throat, "Open your mouth."

After reading it, "you're all bubbling inside."

She stood up and went to the medicine cabinet behind her, took out two boxes of medicine, and threw them in front of Gao Kun with a snap, "Two a day for blue, three a day for green."

"You didn't even tell me what's wrong with me?" Gao Kun touched his neck, glanced at the two boxes of medicine, and then looked at the doctor.

"Get angry." The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes, her bloated body took a long time to turn around from the narrow gap between the medicine cabinet and the table, and sat down again, "Do you want this medicine or not? ?"

Gao Kun's brows were still wrinkled, he reached out to get the medicine, then took it back and looked up at her, "Is it really just getting angry?"

"Do you see the doctor or I see the doctor?" She pushed her eyes and said meanly, "Why, you can't get angry, you still want to have a terminal illness."

Gao Kun got up with a quick temper. He clapped his hand on the table, attracting everyone around him to look over. The children who closed their eyes and slapped the bottle opened their eyes and cried, and the crying became louder and louder. He looked back. , turned his head again, pressed the fire and asked how much it was.

"sixty-five."

"Sixty-five? Why don't you go grab it?"

"Are you going out to inquire? Is this too expensive?" Her eyes swept across Gao Kun's face like a knife, wishing she could gouge out two pieces of meat, "If you don't have money, you are still fighting here. Do you want it or not!"

Gao Kun had nothing to do. He pulled out a stack of banknotes from his trousers pocket, which he earned by helping someone as a temporary worker last time. He put the banknotes under the table and counted them, took out several and photographed them on the table. He grabbed two boxes of medicine As he walked out the door, the wind chimes on the door rattled.

"What a fool, go to a big hospital if you have the ability, you will be poor and sick all your life."

"Cut!" Kuncheng shouted, "Take a rest. This one is good, it's over." He turned to look at Xi Qing, "How is it, are you used to the life of an actor?"

Xi Qing smiled bitterly, "I'm used to it, but I'm not even an actor."

"I think you are quite talented." Kuncheng said with a smile, the assistant director came over, followed by a girl, Xia Xiqing turned to look, the girl looked familiar, she looked twenty years old No, he was wearing an orange camisole with skinny jeans underneath, showing a half-white waist, a good figure, his hair dyed yellow-brown, and two exaggerated large earrings, which looked like wind chimes just swaying. .

"Director Kun, I just arrived at noon, I'm sorry."

Kun Cheng stood up, "It's alright, it just happened that they were delayed for a while, and it's time for you and Gao Kun to play." After he finished speaking, he walked over to the assistant director, and the two discussed other matters. The girl turned to look at Xia Xiqing and gave him a broad smile, "Hello, I'm Song Nian, playing Lingling."

Song Nian? Xia Xiqing reacted quickly, no wonder she felt familiar. I seemed to have seen her when I browsed Zhou Ziheng's acting collection at station B before, and she was probably a female artist who had collaborated several times. He stretched out his hand generously and smiled softly, "I'm Xia Xiqing."

"I know, I also like watching your variety show." Song Nian's mouth was painted with bright red lipstick, which made her teeth very white. Her appearance is definitely not a big beauty in the entertainment industry, but she smiled. Very flattering and a more comfortable appearance, "You look so good-looking, prettier than me."

This word is a minefield for Xia Xiqing, but when Nian met for the first time, he just smiled and said thank you, and Zhou Ziheng walked over without a few words between the two.

"Hey, Song Nian, you're late..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cheerful Song Nian rushed in front of Zhou Ziheng, jumped up and hooked his neck, "Long time no see!"

Zhou Ziheng's first reaction was to pat Song Nian's arm and look at Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing's first reaction was to turn his face away and sneezed.

After sneezing, he kept his head down, rubbing his nose and thinking about why he turned his face away just now, showing how much he didn't want to look.

"You dye your hair so cool, like a cherry tree flower," Song Nian tiptoed and reached out to touch his hair, "I knew I had dyed it red, didn't we play a couple?"

Is it a couple? We are afraid it is not a script. Xia Xiqing complained in his heart. The Lingling played by Song Nian first met Gao Kun during a group fight when he first came to the big city. The two had a good impression of each other, and they were ambiguous for a while. It was also Lingling who told Gao Kun that there was a way to get money quickly. Only then did Kun have a way to sell blood.

However, after she found out that Gao Kun was infected with AIDS, Lingling moved house overnight and was nowhere to be found.

"Your color is also pretty, better than the red one." Zhou Ziheng stood half a step away, his eyes still looking at Xia Xiqing, but Xia Xiqing didn't pay attention, and put his palms over his eyes to block the sun, just happened to be a makeup artist, Xia Xiqing stopped I stopped, "Xiaoyue, help me take off my makeup."

"Okay, let's go."

Before Zhou Ziheng could speak, he watched Xia Xiqing leave with the makeup artist with his hands in his pockets, without even turning his head or saying hello. He suddenly became irritable in his heart, and Song Nian kept talking beside him again. His usual good upbringing was useless at this time.

"I'm going to take a rest over there. The heat makes me dizzy."

Song Nian, who was halfway through speaking, snorted awkwardly, "Then...then go ahead."

Zhou Ziheng sat down in the shade of a tree, took out his phone and glanced at the time, just in time to see the message from Zhao Ke.

[Ke Zi: Will the double row come? Can't find anyone! ]

It makes me angry at first sight. Zhou Ziheng slapped a line and ran over.

[Heng Heng: Do you have any brain bubbles? Do you think an actor who is filming in the group has the time to play games with you? ]

Not long after it was sent out, Zhao Ke's call came in, and Zhou Ziheng gave an irritated voice after getting through.

"Yo yo yo, who made our brother Heng act like this?" Zhao Ke's side was also yin and yang, and he was around him. "Brother Heng, your filming doesn't seem to be going your way."

"Fuck you." Zhou Ziheng's accent came out, "Aren't you playing games, what are you calling?"

"It's not interesting to watch our jokes while playing games. Hey, I said, what happened to you? I feel so angry that I can burn my ears through the phone."

"It's nothing..." Zhou Ziheng's tone was low, and when Zhao Ke heard it, he heard something was wrong. Although he was usually hurt and poor, he always paid attention to small things at home. Who is Zhou Ziheng? The angel who has nowhere to look for lanterns never fights with people's anger, and usually doesn't even have a small emotion.

It is estimated that he is the only one who can make him type so angry that he does not give out punctuation marks.

"Then what, shouldn't you be arguing with Xia Xiqing?" Zhao Ke opened his mouth tentatively, hearing that the other side hadn't spoken for a long time, and he had a clue in his heart, "I said, I'll go up in the afternoon, and I'll be there for a long time. Get angry with Xi Qing."

Zhou Ziheng gave a low hum and said nothing.

"Why?"

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and watched a group of small ants crawling towards him not far away. He sighed in a muffled voice, the cicadas chirping behind him made people panic.

Just like that, Zhou Ziheng finally opened his mouth after being bored for a while like a stuffy gourd holding a phone.

"I like Xia Xiqing."

He was waiting for Zhao Ke's hair to do something, but heard a sigh that hated iron and steel from the other side of the phone.

"Hey, Zhou Ziheng, is there something wrong with you! I don't play games and wait here for a long time, tell me this!? Who the hell can't see that you like Xia Xiqing!"

This time, Zhou Ziheng was stunned, "Yes, is it that obvious?"

"Super-level-obvious." Zhao Ke was so angry that his brain hurt, "Thomas, the invincible rotation of the universe, turned seven hundred and eighty degrees for three and a half weeks, and the total score is obvious."

"..." Zhou Ziheng swallowed, "Then do you think Xia Xiqing can tell?"

"...Damn I'm going to play games."

"Hey, wait a moment."

Zhao Ke was convinced, "It's been a while since the two of you fell in love. I thought you two went back to your parents' house at public expense this time. It made me angry. Xia Xiqing is so smart, how could he not see that you like him, you So heartless."

That's right, seeing that the little ant was about to come to him, Zhou Ziheng raised his feet, "Actually, I don't want him to know, if he knew I liked him, he would definitely avoid me, he just likes to tease and return. People who don't like him."

Zhao Ke was silent there for a long time, "What does he mean to you now? Where are you two?"

"It's a step that couples don't necessarily get to."

"Well, I didn't ask." Zhao Ke patted his mouth, "Then why are you worried?"

"I think his relationship with me is very strange now. I think he means something to me, but I'm not sure. An actress who worked with me just now came to me, and he avoided it as soon as he saw it."

Zhao Ke was excited when he heard it, "No, just follow Xia Xiqing's way, I should tease you, maybe he is really interested in you." He immediately put on a small abacus tone, "Or else Are you trying?"

"How to test?"

"Hey~ I just read a tweet from an official account, that's what I said, I'll send it to you."

With a click, Zhao Ke hung up the phone. Zhou Ziheng looked inexplicable, and the little ants on the ground also left. He leaned back against the big tree and knocked on the trunk a few times with the back of his head. The phone vibrated, and clicked it.

[Ke Zi: Turn him on! "The Art of War of Love" teaches you how to make an ambiguous object jealous, and the success or failure of getting out of the order depends on this! ]

What the hell... Zhou Ziheng frowned. What messy public accounts does Zhao Ke usually pay attention to...

Let's click on it.