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Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Zhou Ziheng dyed his hair back to black after finishing the project. The filming days came to an end. He went back to the Xishan villa to spend a few days with his parents at home, and took advantage of the school season in September to return to P University to continue school.
When Zhao Ke saw Zhou Ziheng returning to school, he was so excited that he thought he was dazzled.
"Hey, you cut your hair short? It's so handsome." He bumped Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and winked, "How is it?"
Zhou Ziheng took the notebook out of the bag and turned it on. He put on his glasses and didn't even look at Zhao Ke in a bad tone, "You dare to say that you should be thankful that I didn't beat you."
"Why are you beating me!?" Zhao Ke grabbed Zhou Ziheng's shoulders, "You, you two broke? I can't rely on me, I finally got a CP! You can't make me yellow!"
Zhou Ziheng opened his paws, turned his head and gave him a kind smile, "Thanks to your old age, I almost turned yellow."
"I can't." Zhao Ke wanted to say, but the professor came in. He closed his mouth with a wink, and sent a long list on WeChat. Seriously listen to the class and study.
After the big class in the morning, Zhao Ke's bones were all scattered. He took Zhou Ziheng to eat in the cafeteria, but he didn't go to the cafeteria for a long time. The girls from P University thought they had hallucinations, and they all surrounded and leaned on Zhou Ziheng. Quick, the entry of [Zhou Ziheng returning to P University class] was also quickly topped the hot search. He was upset that he was on the hot search, Zhou Ziheng sent a WeChat message to his sister-in-law and asked her to go to the hot search.
"Are you going back to the dormitory at night?" Zhao Ke bought a cup of coffee from the coffee machine on the teaching floor and handed it to Zhou Ziheng. He took a sip and lowered his hat, "No, I'll go back to the apartment today."
"Yo, if you didn't know, you thought you were hiding people in your apartment." Zhao Ke was just talking nonsense. Who knew that Zhou Ziheng drank his coffee happily and didn't refute it, so Zhao Ke reacted, "What the hell? Really Tibetans? already?"
Zhou Ziheng coughed, gave Zhao Ke the coffee cup he had finished drinking, and called Xiao Luo to pick him up.
Zhao Ke quickly sent a message to Ruan Xiao as if he got some big gossip today.
[Zhao Ke: Self-study and cohabitation! ]
Since the filming of the drama, in addition to the previously set commercials, and the return to "Escape from Life", Zhou Ziheng has not taken other jobs, and travels between school and home every day. Two months have passed quickly.
The weather is gradually getting colder, and the autumn in Beijing is extraordinarily long, giving people the illusion that winter is coming, but it is always a day short of breath, and the moment when winter really arrives.
After tossing and turning into the middle of the night at night, Xia Xiqing felt a terrible lack. Early in the morning, he fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling that the arms that were holding him were loosened, and while half asleep, Zhou Ziheng held his face and kissed him several times. , Xia Xiqing stretched his arms around his waist again, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Where to go early in the morning..."
"There is a class in the morning, solid state physics. Zhao Ke said that the teacher would like to ask for a name." Hearing Xia Xiqing's confused question, Zhou Ziheng felt warm in his heart, but he had no choice but to take the bedside shirt and put it on his body, buttoning them one by one. He buttoned up the last hand that grabbed Xia Xiqing and kissed it, "Honey, you can sleep a little longer."
Xia Xiqing let go of his arms and lay down on the side. Hearing Zhou Ziheng putting on a sweater jacket, he raised his hand to cover his face, "God...I can't imagine that I would have a relationship with a college student...It's the kind of name-calling in class in the morning."
Seeing that his arms were exposed and naked, Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he covered the quilt tightly for him, then leaned down and kissed Xia Xiqing's face twice, "Aren't you a college student? Do you? Go to school and study hard and come home and cook for you to warm your bed. Where can you find such a good college student." Zhou Ziheng bit his ear shamelessly again, "The key is not bad."
"You can watch less of fanfiction, big stars." Xia Xiqing turned his back, hugged a large quilt and closed his eyes.
The quilt was full of Zhou Ziheng's fresh and clean smell, like a cloud surging in the autumn wind, gently wrapping the rootless leaves in it.
"Oh right, my sister-in-law told me yesterday that in order to promote the movie, we might be going on some variety shows. Let me ask if you would like it."
Xia Xiqing closed his eyes, and was close to falling asleep completely, so he could only answer half-dazedly, "Okay..." He scratched at Zhou Ziheng's heart like a cat meow, so that he couldn't help walking to the bed again. He lowered his head and kissed his side face softly. When he was half awake, Xia Xiqing was at his softest and most unprepared. Every time he kissed, he could hear him humming softly, and the sticky sound from his nose was like Resistance is like anger.
It was difficult for Zhou Ziheng to control himself not to indulge in his rare obedience.
The absolute and strong possessiveness will always automatically and consciously turn into a pool of autumn waves in the cool morning, immersing the lover's soft and docile body.
When he woke up again, he didn't know what time it was. Xia Xiqing reached out and turned off the light by the bedside, got up to wash and tidied up, ate some snacks bought by Zhou Ziheng, and got into his studio. Since returning from filming, the two have slept in different houses every day, sometimes in Xia Xiqing's house, and sometimes in Zhou Ziheng's house, but most of the time it's Xia Xiqing who acts as a demon and wants to use his swimming pool to soak in the hot spring.
But Zhou Ziheng never came into this studio. Usually when Zhou Ziheng came back, Xia Xiqing would leave work to accompany him, and he never asked about Xia Xiqing's artistic creation.
Wearing a stain-resistant brown denim jacket, Xia Xiqing put on welding goggles, and began to put up a shelf for the small clay and line drawings he had made before. He hadn't made plaster sculptures like this for a long time. At times, he often helped his mentor to do it, but Zhengerba is the first to create a sculpture independently by him.
In order to make sculptures, he put away all the paintings in the studio last month. This room is actually the largest room in the entire apartment except the living room, but now it is also full of steel bars and sculpture mud. The sparks from the welding of steel bars reflected on Xia Xiqing's goggles, dazzlingly.
As soon as the big skeleton was welded, Xia Xiqing was so tired that he sat on the steel bar and rested against the wall. When was in the Acade of Fine Arts before, when made sculptures, often asked some white models to put up frames for them as a reference, in terms of height, body shape, and posture, so as to ensure that they would not be distorted.
But this time, Xia Xiqing could only follow his own heart.
A message came from the phone, Xia Xiqing put down the water he took a sip and took the phone over.
[Jiang Yin: "Tracking" is about to start promotion recently, I have to trouble you to cooperate. ]
Speaking like a police uncle, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, replied with an ok emoji, and took advantage of the rest time to post on Weibo. Stuck, he waited for a while before he could check it normally.
I habitually click into the comments first, and the screen full of [Brother Xi Qing misses you! Ask for a selfie! ]'s news, like little red hearts that broke through the screen, sprayed straight on Xia Xiqing's face.
Let's take a selfie.
Xia Xiqing turned on the front camera and found that he was still wearing protective goggles. He looked left and right, thinking that the goggles looked pretty, so he directly pressed the shutter.
Just like that, Xia Xiqing posted a sloppy selfie of himself wearing welding goggles on Weibo as a sign of consolation.
After a while, this inconsiderate selfie was wildly forwarded by fans.
[My sweetheart is a little painter: ah ah ah ah fresh brother Xi Qing! ]
[The talented Xia Xiqing: What kind of cool sunglasses are Xiqing's brother wearing! The anti-counterfeiting mole is super cute! ]
[Self-study girl Chong Duck: These glasses are so technological, they look like a scientist~~ BTW Xi Qing, is this a temporary shot? Really fresh selfie. ]
Has this been discovered? Xia Xiqing couldn't understand, where is this self-study girl, it's clearly a microscope girl.
[Self-study during Chinese New Year: ahhh, really! There is a bell behind Xi Qing, which is really discovered! ]
That's right. Xia Xiqing looked back at his workbench, it was okay, there was nothing indescribable.
He refreshed the homepage again, and happened to see Zhou Ziheng reposted the official blog of "Following", and clicked in to see that it was the material of the announcement, two stills during the filming of the movie.
The first one is of Gao Kun's vaguely psychedelic profile in the smog, the gray and white smoke flowing wantonly, the green mountains outside the tunnel, and his short crimson hair. It is clearly a gorgeous mix of colors, but the composition and The angle of view reveals a subtle sense of desolation.
The second is a dark alley in the middle of the night. A pale moon hangs high, casting a bleak gray light on the crisscrossed illegal wires and the cluttered buildings that continue to expand upward. The further down, the darker, the two The figures were one after the other, and Jiang Tong, who was walking in the meeting, had a trace of panic and fear on his face. The man behind him had his face slashed by the darkness, and the tattoo on his arm was faintly visible. A fire in the dark.
Neither of the two pictures fully show the complete shape of the male number one and the male number two, and even the faces are blurred, but the unique realistic and desolate style is unique. In addition, the self-study CP fans have accumulated enthusiasm for too long, and it didn't take long , this publicity material has been forwarded 100,000 times and commented 30,000 times.
Zhou Ziheng, who is the absolute male number one, only added a sentence when he forwarded it.
[@Zhou Ziheng: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink and get tattoos, I know that I am a good boy. ]
Poof, who wrote the copy for this.
In the next second, Xia Qing thought that this was probably written by Zhou Ziheng himself, but if he wrote it like this, wasn't he afraid that he would destroy the persona of the number one Alpha in the entertainment industry?
He also retweeted a post after Zhou Ziheng, which seemed to be a joke, but was actually flirting.
[@Tsing_Summer: Why do good boys stalk others? //@Zhou Ziheng: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink and get tattoos, I know I'm a good boy. ]
Soon their retweets were popularized by fans, and the self-study girl saw the interaction between the two after many days, and she was as happy as the Chinese New Year.
[Self-study girl rushing to duck: Sisters are giving away candy! ! ! Come and drink! ]
[We are good friends when you engage in self-study: why else? Because he likes you! ]
As soon as this comment appeared, it was ranked as the most popular one, and the same sentence was swiped on the ground below.
Because he likes you.
Unable to explain why, Xia Xiqing's mouth turned up, and he was in a good mood. Even with the unfinished steel frame, it is very pleasing to the eye, and before the mud is put on, I think it should not fail.
When it comes to falling in love, it really gives people the illusion that the whole world is beautiful, especially when it comes to falling in love secretly. Hormones surge, dopamine kicks in.
Many creators have reposted the official blog of "Tracking" one after another, and even Yang Bo, who has few roles, has reposted it, but Xia Xiqing noticed that Song Nian was not among them. When filming before, the other partners added Weibo to each other. Xia Xiqing clicked in from his watch list and found that Song Nian had just posted a Weibo selfie.
[@Actor Song Nian: I believe that if you pay, you will gain, and you should be grateful every day. [love] [hug]]
Below is a photo of her sleeping on another crew recliner with a script full of notes.
These are nothing, nothing more than some chicken soup for the soul to consolidate their hard work and dedication. But Xia Xiqing always felt that something was wrong. Everyone participated in the promotion of the new film. Compared with the filmmakers who had greeted each other, Song Nian did not forward it by himself, and even posted a photo of himself in another crew while others were promoting it. .
This is a bit of a rhythm.
But Song Nian has a problem at this time, isn't she afraid that Kuncheng will cut all her scenes before the release?
What is she drawing? She is not like Zhou Ziheng who has such a good family background that she is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and her resources are not top-notch in Xiaohua. If this play was cut out, it would be a waste of time.
Xia Xiqing felt that this point made no sense. He could only blame himself for thinking too much. After all, he was born with a love for conspiracy theories.
He returned to his Weibo homepage and found that he had received a reply from a follower. He clicked in and saw that it was Zhou Ziheng's message under the selfie he had just taken.
[@Zhou Ziheng: My wife stopped painting, has she changed her career as an electrician? ]
Xia Xiqing took off the goggles at once. How did he know he was welding? But soon, his attention shifted from welding to another place.
Why does he call his wife again!
Before, he didn't know what the wife meant, so he called after the fans, but now he knew it and called on purpose, just to take advantage. Xia Xiqing was so angry at him that the comments below were like chicken blood, and he didn't know which groundhog's nest he thought he had stabbed.
[Self-study makes me happy: ah ah ah ah madam! Tell my wife I'm going to pass out! ]
[I love self-study: oh yo Aidou personally came to the painter's wife's Weibo to urge her to post less selfies and draw more pictures for him hahaha. ββOn the convenience of falling in love with a painter. ]
[Self-study world number one sweet: ah ah ah, Zhou Ziheng, you are so good! The wife was so eloquent that I had to wonder how they addressed each other in private. ]
Seeing this, Xia Xiqing suddenly thought of Zhou Ziheng calling him brother Xiqing, and he couldn't help choking.
[First Alpha in the universe: By the way, isn't Ziheng's birthday coming soon, isn't the wife ready to congratulate her? Did you paint last year? ]
[Self-study, sister: Why not! The wife gave herself as a gift this year hahaha]
[My Xipi must get married: ah ah ah ah! Last year's wife's birthday congratulations picture I have been keeping as a Weibo background, looking forward to this year's wife Xiqing's birthday greetings! ]
Since he saw these comments, Zhou Ziheng must have seen it too.
Xia Xiqing decided to lock the door of this studio in the future.
Exiting Weibo and taking a look at the mobile phone calendar, it was already October 6, two weeks before Zhou Ziheng's birthday. He suddenly remembered something and searched for Zhou Ziheng's constellation.
Speaking of which, these things are the things that Xia Xiqing hated and despised the most in the past, recording the birthday of the person he liked, secretly preparing gifts for him, searching for the description of his zodiac sign, stupid and stupid, only when he was a teenager for his first love. Only a child would do things, but at this time, Xia Xi put these inherent ideas behind him early in the morning, and he enjoyed browsing the constellation website.
No matter how smart people are, they can't escape the temptation of love.
"Elegant, approachable, and a master in love..." Xia Xiqing subconsciously read the words on the screen, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was different, so he simply took a screenshot and sent it to Zhou Ziheng.
[Little Rose: You don't look like a Libra man at all. ]
Zhou Ziheng was studying for himself in the library. When he clicked on WeChat, he found out what constellation analysis Xia Xiqing sent him. The last time he read it was in elementary school, and he was used to being told that he was not a Libra man. The family asked his mother if he had misremembered his birthday.
I was almost beaten by my mother.
[Moral model: Constellation is inaccurate. ]
Soon Zhou Ziheng sent another message.
[Moral Pacer: What zodiac sign are you? ]
[Little Rose: Sagittarius. ]
[Morality Pacer: ...Well, I'm slapped in the face. ]
[Moral Pacesetter: The constellation is accurate. ]
Since learning about the horoscope of lovers, Zhou Ziheng sat in the library and never read a word. He held his mobile phone and scanned the constellation analysis all night, especially after seeing the matching index between Sagittarius and Libra, he was so happy that he had no desire to learn. , just want to pack bags and go home.
[Moral pacesetter: Our constellation match is 90 points, a natural pair! ]
Fool. Xia Xiqing put down the phone, carefully adjusted and adjusted the shelf, and began to prepare the sculpture clay, but his mind was full of Zhou Ziheng smiling and saying that they were born to be a pair, and the two crescent eyes could not go away.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked this rough and simple half-finished product, with a smile that was even more gentle than the ginkgo outside the window.
What artist does not love his muse?
If there is, it's just that they haven't met yet.