Chapter 78

After filming that scene, Xia Xiqing really had a dream.

The mother in the dream was sitting beside him, holding his little soft hand, dipped in paint and drew strokes on the drawing board, the sun was so full that it was like honey that was about to drip, covering everything , shiny and beautiful.

All good things, no quarrels, no hysteria, and no deadly darkness.

When he woke up, Xia Xiqing found himself lying on the reclining chair of the crew, while the props crew hurriedly arranged, came and went, and moved a lot of things.

He turned his head to the side, and found that Zhou Ziheng was also asleep, with the script covering his head. Then he remembered that they had just finished filming an exterior scene, and it was estimated that the scene would be changed in a while. Xia Xiqing sat up and searched for a long time before he saw the little pony who was sitting outside the car with Xiao Luo, who was chasing the drama. The two were very close.

"Oh, don't squeeze me."

"How can I squeeze you, you are always throwing yourself on me."

"Who jumped! You are obviously leaning on me..." Xiaoxiao raised her hand to hit Ronaldinho when she suddenly found Xia Xiqing leaning on the side of the car with a playful smile on her face. I stuttered, "Xi Xixi..."

"Hee hee hee hee, I haven't kissed you yet, you are still laughing, your mother really did not make a mistake in giving you a name." Xiao Luo was about to bump her, but he was dodged by Xiao Xiao, and he did not stabilize and directly Falling to the ground, "Hey what are you doing!"

Xiaoxiao stood up, took two steps away, smiled awkwardly, "Xi Qing, do you have anything to do with me?"

When Xiao Luo heard this, he quickly got up from the ground, "Xi Qing, that, what..."

Xia Xiqing held back his laughter, still leaning against the car, deliberately teasing them, "I didn't see anything just now." He also took out the hearing aid from his ear, "I didn't hear it either."

Xiao Luo kicked Xiao Luo with his foot, and Xiao Luo smiled again. This scene Xia Xiqing thought was very cute, "It's really good to fall in love at public expense."

After saying this, he suddenly realized that he and Zhou Ziheng were the ones who were in love at public expense?

Fortunately, Ronaldinho didn't complain, so Xia Xiqing quickly put the topic aside, "Don't worry, I definitely won't tell Sister Jiang Yin, smile, do you have ice water? I want to drink it."

"Yes, do you want to drink ice coke?" Seeing Xia Xiqing nodding, Xiao Xiao immediately got in the car and took two cans of ice coke and handed it to him, "This is the only one for today. If you have too much, you can't drink it. It's not good for your health."

"Got it." Xia Xiqing took the coke, winked at her, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Luo, "Let's go, take your time."

Seeing Xia Xiqing turn around and leave, Xiao Luo was relieved. Seeing Xiaoxiao and looking at Xiqing's direction with an obsessive face, he was a little unhappy, "What are you looking at!"

"Xi Qing is really good looking..." She smiled with an expression fascinated by the handsome guy.

This is true, Xi Qing is good-looking, but Xiao Luo still refuses to admit defeat, "I still think Ziheng is handsome."

He smiled and turned his head, "Of course Ziheng is handsome."

"You sweet-hearted woman, everyone is good-looking and everyone is handsome."

"It's not," smiled with a smile on his aunt's face, "two super handsome guys standing together, what's the matter with me, I just want to see the handsome guys fall in love~"

Xia Xiqing, who was talked about by the young couple but didn't know it, walked back to the reclining chair alone. Zhou Ziheng was still asleep without knowing it. Xia Xiqing sat down and gently took the script off his head. Zhou Ziheng's brows wrinkled and turned over. With each person facing him, Xia Xiqing glanced at the set of people coming and going, and his eyes returned to Zhou Ziheng.

For some reason, just wanted to tease him. Xia Xiqing picked up a can of Coke, put his fingers on the pull ring, and brought it to Zhou Ziheng's ear.

"Shh—"

It's the cheers of carbon dioxide gas that can't wait to leave the confined space.

The sound of summer.

"Xi Qing?"

I don't know who called him, Zhou Ziheng was awakened by the sound of soda water again, and he didn't pay attention to both ends. The cola in Xia Xiqing's hand was knocked over by Zhou Ziheng's raised hand, and it was spilled from the side of his neck.

"Fuck..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Xia Xiqing quickly pulled the tissue, but Zhou Ziheng was already awake, frowning and still a little stunned, "What are you doing..." He raised his hand and grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and touched it again. Touching his sticky side neck, "What is this?"

"Coke." Xia Xiqing pretended to know nothing and took a sip of the half-sprinkled Coke, "I wanted to drink it for you, but who would have spilled it."

Zhou Ziheng stood up from the reclining chair, grabbed Xia Xiqing's wrist and walked to the corner.

"Where are you going? I'll shoot in a while."

"Wash your neck."

Being dragged into the RV by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing just looked at Xiaoxiao, who was still sitting under the car, chasing the drama, and Xiao Luo very acquainted with each other and walked away, just like looking at the wind, Zhou Ziheng swiped and pulled the car door all at once. , and then put his arms around Xia Xiqing's waist and came up like this.

"It's hot." Xia Xiqing gave him a push. There was no air conditioner in the car, so it was really stuffy and hot, but Zhou Ziheng didn't let go. A cold wind rushed in at once, causing goosebumps on Xia Xiqing's neck.

"You messed with me." Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly. Relying on this bottom-up angle and his expression when he looked up at other people, he attacked the entire entertainment circle under the editing of a certain station's hands.

Obviously just a child.

Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his mouth, and leaned his hands behind him on the table behind him, and surrounded Zhou Ziheng with Bai Shengsheng's long legs under the half-length shorts.

"You don't have time to mess with me."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately hooked the ankles exposed by Zhou Ziheng's jeans legs with the back of his feet.

Those eyes are really, wavering boundless.

Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple rolled, the whole person pressed down, his voice was a little lower, "Don't you like it very much."

"Did I say I don't like it?" Xia Xiqing pushed the coke can aside, stared at Zhou Ziheng's lips, then looked up at him, his eyes were full of hazy water vapor, and his breath was all mixed together, but he didn't kiss directly. go up.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was about to force a kiss on him, Xia Xiqing tilted his head slightly, put his lips against his side neck, stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly. The moment he raised his eyes, his eyelashes were like clipped feathers tugging at Zhou Ziheng's. In my heart, "It's so sweet."

Zhou Ziheng's body was dry and hot, he wrapped his arms around the waist that Xiqing had given him, and carried him to the table, grabbed his two wrists and pressed down half of his body. He crossed his legs and blew lightly on Zhou Ziheng's face.

During this period of time, the two of them were too warm to get along with each other, not like his Xia Xiqing's style.

"How can you bear it?" Xia Xiqing wrapped his lips around him, kissing his lower lip softly, biting it with his teeth, and rubbing it with just the right amount of strength.

Zhou Ziheng's breathing was chaotic, as if he was not biting on his lips, but the last string in his mind to maintain reason. The sturdy chest was up and down, Zhou Ziheng suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and calmly said, "There will be drama in a while."

"Did I say what to do?" Xia Xiqing smiled with a crooked corner of his mouth, "If you don't study well at a young age, what are you thinking about?"

What else could there be.

"It's all you." Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and kissed him, the tip of his tongue provokingly chased after the softness hidden in the hot and humid mouth, but he quickly withdrew, "It's time to film."

"What kind of movie is filming, it was originally a love at public expense." Xia Xiqing stretched out his arms and hugged his neck to prevent him from leaving, and kissed his beautiful face again and again, "Don't forget that you are still on probation, and you can't wait for him. Good me, I will kick you to find another home in a hurry tomorrow."

These words suddenly made Zhou Ziheng angry, and he didn't care about anything, he pressed the back of Xia Xiqing's head and kissed him.

The cicadas on the plane trees outside the car called out one by one.

The assistant director wandered around outside the RV, at least four or five laps, and kept asking, "Where's Ziheng? Is it in the car?"

"No, I don't know where he went, I'll find it for you."

Seeing that he couldn't stop it anymore, Xiao Luo gave Xiao Xiao a color, pushed the assistant director away, and slipped to the side of the RV when no one was there. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door slammed open from the inside. Zhou Ziheng stooped down and walked out from the inside. He bumped into Xiao Luo head-on, and his ears turned red.

Xiao Luo is a sensible person. Seeing him like this, he immediately coughed twice, "Then what... Ziheng, the assistant director is looking for you, most likely it is about to start filming."

"Understood." Zhou Ziheng stood beside the car door, as if covering something, Xiao Luo immediately excused and walked away when he saw it, "I'll buy you some popsicles, hurry up and go over there."

Seeing Xiao Luo walking away, Zhou Ziheng grabbed the car door with both hands and got into the car half body. Before he could see clearly, a long object smashed over. Zhou Ziheng was startled and picked it up to take a look.

"The belts aren't tied, do you want to wait for the gang to come back and get them?"

Xia Xiqing's voice also had a sticky nasal tone, which made her tone even more lazy. He didn't care about being urged, he put on his sports shorts and walked out slowly. Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was just blocking the door, he patted Zhou Ziheng's head when he came in.

Zhou Ziheng smiled, wrapped around him and kissed him for a while before letting him out.

"The root of the thigh is sore."

"Knead it for you."

"Go to your uncle."

In the afternoon scene, Gao Kun cuts Jiang Tong's hair. When I saw Zhou Ziheng taking a lunch break, Xia Xiqing was full of rubbish, and he had long forgotten which scenes in the afternoon were. Now, when he saw Zhou Ziheng listening to Kuncheng with scissors, he remembered it. Xia Xiqing, who was already weak The spine is softer after this time.

With Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship, he may not know what to cut for him.

Xia Xiqing also walked to the director's side and discussed with him, "Director Kun, do you think you can do this? Just take a few shots of him cutting my hair, and then ask the hairdresser to cut it for me and make it yours. It's what you want, and then the camera takes it again."

Kuncheng nodded slowly, as if agreeing with his suggestion.

Zhou Ziheng stood behind Kuncheng with scissors and sniped the air twice.

"But I just want him to cut it for you."

Xia Xiqing was completely lost. Can only be so doubtful to start filming.

"This can only be done in one go." Director Kun said with a smile, "If you take a knife, you will have no regrets."

Zhou Ziheng grinned, and then blinked his left eye at Xia Xiqing.

"If you dare to cut my hair, the trial period will end immediately." Xia Xiqing smiled at him without smiling.

"You look so good-looking, even if you shave your head." Zhou Ziheng smiled and held the scissors, "Don't worry, I won't cut you into a dog-eaten hairstyle."

"I have been bitten by dogs all day long."

Xia Xiqing sighed, and when he was about to die, he could only give up struggling.

"The 1st scene of the 68th scene of "Track", action!"

Gao Kun, who was sitting on the sofa, watched Jiang Tong bend over and mop the floor, his hair stubble sticking softly to Bai Jing's neck.

"Hey, your hair is really long."

Jiang Tong didn't seem to hear, and still dragged the floor hard. Gao Kun stretched his legs and glared at the small stool, and when he stepped in front of Jiang Tong, he straightened up and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking him what was wrong.

"You, your hair, it's too long." Gao Kun paused, touching his short hair like a stubble.

Jiang Tong frowned, just as he was about to bend over to mop the floor, Gao Kun stood up and took the mop from his hand, "I said your ears are good, just listen to what you want to hear." He thought He reached out to grab the end of his hair, but his hand stopped in mid-air again.

Seeing Gao Kun's appearance, Jiang Tong lowered his head and bit the inside of his lip, typed in sign language a few times, looked up at him, and tried to explain, "Outside...haircut...expensive."

"How expensive is that?" Gao Kun threw the mop on the ground and put his hand in his trousers pocket. After a long time, he couldn't find any money. He scratched the back of his head and saw the scissors on the TV cabinet, "That's right. , I'll cut it for you."

Jiang Tong thought he heard it wrong, and repeated his words in a questioning tone.

"That's right," Gao Kun stepped forward, pushed him through the air with his hands, and drove him to the sofa, "Sit down." He got into the bedroom again, and dug out an old sheet out of nowhere and wrapped it in the sofa. On Jiang Tong's body, he tied a knot in his neck.

Jiang Tong grabbed the knot and wanted to untie it, looked up at Gao Kun, and shook his head desperately.

The lymph around Gao Kun's neck was swollen so much that his throat hurt when he spoke, but he still endured the pain and smiled at Jiang Tong, "Be obedient. I used to be an apprentice in a barber shop outside, so don't worry about following that Mr. Tony. "As soon as he said a few words, Gao Kun ran to where he went. After tossing for a long time, he shouted loudly in the room, "Tongtong, do you still have a mirror at home?"

Tongtong?

Jiang Tong was like a frightened bunny, his shoulders shook slightly, and he quickly lowered his head.

He couldn't remember how long this name had not been called.

Gao Kun came out of the room, hunched over his back, "Let me ask you something, do you still have a mirror at home?"

"Ah? ... um." Jiang Tong raised his head, lowered his head quickly, got up from the sofa around a fancy old sheet, walked to the wardrobe in the bedroom, squatted on the ground and rummaged for a while, and got out of the wardrobe drawer. I found an old mirror the size of a plate in the innermost part, with a red plastic mirror holder on the outside, all of which had changed color, but the mirror was very clean.

Gao Kun took the mirror and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, adjusted the angle, and asked casually, "Why do you still have such a girly thing?"

Jiang Tong lowered his head halfway and made a sign.

Gao Kun's sign language was not well learned, but he understood it this time. This is a very basic and simple word.

Mother.

It turned out to be a mirror left by his mother.

Gao Kun's eyes darkened a bit, his throat was pounding, he coughed twice, put on his gloves and happily went around Jiang Tong's back, and brushed his soft hair with a comb a few times, "Everyone said, People with soft hair are good-natured, it seems to be true."

Jiang Tong didn't speak, only lowered his head slightly, but Gao Kun's gloved hand held his chin up a bit, "It's fixed."

The clothes on the face were pretty decent, but Gao Kun just slapped his swollen face to make him fat. He forgot that he should wash his hair first and then cut it when it was wet, but they didn't have a hairdryer, so they could only take care of it. Holding a lock of hair between his index finger and middle finger, Gao Kun glanced at Jiang Tong in the mirror, with a pitiful expression he couldn't even open his eyes, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Isn't it just a haircut... …”

Click and cut.

Jiang Tong quietly opened his eyes and saw a small bunch of cut hair dangling in front of his eyes. He reached out and grabbed it, but Gao Kun took it away again, as if he was deliberately teasing him. Kun held his head, "Don't move. Be careful I cut you bald."

At this point, Jiang Tong could only be slaughtered by others. He simply looked at the mirror. At first, he was timid and did not want to speak, but slowly, he began to participate in his own haircutting career.

"This, this side... long..."

"I know."

"This, this pinch, for..."

"Hey, don't move, Ancestor."

Seeing that Gao Kun was in a hurry in the mirror, cutting his hair for a while and brushing away the broken hair for him, Jiang Tong couldn't help laughing, with a shallow smile. This smile actually startled Gao Kun, and his hands stopped.

Jiang Tong turned his head to look at him suspiciously, and then Gao Kun realized, "What are you looking at, turn around."

He picked up the back of his neck with scissors and trimmed the ends of his hair as neatly as he could.

"Pass!"

As soon as the director finished speaking, Xia Xiqing immediately raised one hand and called the stylist, "Mr. Aming! Sister Yue! Come and save me!"

The whole crew laughed along, Zhou Ziheng stood by with scissors, "I think I cut it pretty well, and the length is just right."

Teacher A Ming trotted over with a smile, and deliberately sold Zhou Ziheng's face, "The cut is okay, it's much better than I thought." He took his own set of equipment, spread it out on the sofa, and quickly gave it to Zhou Ziheng. Xia Xiqing repaired his style.

This hair is actually not too short, it is similar to the hairstyle Zhou Ziheng wore before starting the machine. Kuncheng also specially explained before that, let Zhou Ziheng start to keep a little bit, don't cut it too short, it does not match the feeling of Jiang Tong.

Xia Xiqing's heart sank as he watched his hair spring back in the hands of the stylist, "Thank you, thank you."

"Why don't you thank me." Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips, "I watched a video of cutting my hair overnight at the hotel last night."

"I thank your family."

After rebooting, made up for the back shots. This is the end of the matter. have been filming for several days and nights without rest. The night scenes at night may be overnight. Kuncheng deliberately gave them an extra hour to eat, okay Rest and wait for the big night show at night.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing and Yang Bo went out to eat together, all three wore hats to cover up their appearance, for fear of encountering paparazzi and taking spoilers. After eating, deliberately walked back from a community and passed a basketball court.

Xia Xiqing felt that he was not used to it, and kept reaching for the back of his neck to touch it.

"Xiqing's short hair is very beautiful. It's refreshing." Yang Bo thought he was dissatisfied with Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship, so he deliberately rounded up the field for him. In fact, it was really good-looking. The long hair up to the neck always felt too delicate and too similar. She's a pretty girl, and now she's cut her hair short, and her youthful spirit has soared.

"I'm just not used to it," Xia Xiqing put his hands in his pockets, "but it also saves the pigtails, it's cool."

Zhou Ziheng was walking beside him, a basketball bounced onto the ground in front of them, and then rolled to their feet.

Just when he was about to bend over to pick it up, Xia Xiqing grabbed it first, and he put the ball in his hand as soon as he reached for it.

Not far away, there were two children standing under the basket. They looked like high school students, and they were still wearing school uniforms. "Brother, please throw the ball for us."

Xia Xiqing pressed the brim of his hat, slapped the ball on the ground two or three times, and walked a few steps toward the court while dribbling the ball.

"It's done."

With the force of his heels, Xia Xiqing was as light as a cheetah, leaning back slightly and throwing the ball towards the frame from a distance.

At that moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost see the tensed muscle lines all over his body, smooth and beautiful.

With both feet on the ground, the ball also fell steadily into the basket along the parabola.

"Okay, Xiqing, a hollow three-pointer." Yang Bote gave face, Xia Xiqing also turned his head, took off his hat, tucked his hair and put it back on, revealing a row of beautiful and neat teeth, smiling like a seventeen eight-year-old child.

Zhou Ziheng had an inexplicable hallucination, as if there was no difference of five years between him and Xia Xiqing.

In a trance, he seemed to see Xia Xiqing's proud and dazzling youth.

"Why are you in a daze?" Xia Xiqing bumped against his shoulder, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, "I think of how you looked when you were just filming, and I think you are very good."

In fact, all he imagined was Xia Xiqing in high school, sitting in a bright and spacious classroom, being lazy or listening carefully.

Running freely in the stadium, sweating on the basketball court.

It was all Xia Xiqing that he had missed, so he could only think about it in his heart. After all, time could not be reversed.

It happened that Yang Bo answered the phone and walked forward alone. Xia Xiqing grabbed Zhou Ziheng, "Yo, after a long time, I still like that kind of well-behaved little angel." Xia Xiqing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's okay, I can play it. If you like me, I will show it to you every day, Live it until you get tired of it."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Forget it, I still like you like that."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "Which one?"

I saw him curled the corner of his mouth, and hugged his shoulder like a dog.

"Enthusiastic."