Chapter 99 Fanwai 5: Live broadcast of dog food

The day when the tracking box office broke one billion, happened to be the night of the live broadcast of the escape from Werewolf Town. With the wonderful performance in Werewolf Killing and the confession video of the Beijing road show, Xia Xiqing's Weibo exploded again.

When he woke up, it was already 9 am. Zhou Ziheng was not at home. Xia Xiqing rubbed his eyes and checked the class schedule by the bedside. Today is Friday, and Zhou Ziheng has a big class at 8 am. Lying on the bed and swiping Weibo, the screen is full of fans asking for live broadcast.

No way, in order to fulfill the promise, Xia Xiqing decided to give everyone a try. After washing up, he came out of Zhou Ziheng's house, locked the door, returned to his home, changed into a dirt-resistant army green sweater, and sat on a chair in the studio yawning.

After a while, Xia Xiqing pulled out the camera that took the scenery before, put it on the table with a tripod, adjusted the angle, aimed at the drawing board beside the workbench, and then connected to the Weibo live broadcast platform.

After doing all the preparations, he poured himself a glass of Americano and put it on the workbench, and turned on the camera.

Those fans who are frantically commenting on Weibo are like a large group of noisy little groundhogs, crowded outside the door and kept knocking on the door, who knows that the door suddenly opens, and all the little groundhogs are stunned. , look at me, I look at you, and after two seconds, he rushed into the room in one breath.

The live broadcast room became lively and lively in an instant.

Xia Xiqing sat on the chair and greeted the camera with a smile, "Good morning. Hmm... Maybe it's not too early." Putting on the wireless headphones, he glanced at the barrage on the laptop.

[Aaaaaaaa fresh brother Xiqing! ! ! ]

[Xi Qing looks good! ! ]

[Good morning brother! ]

[Xi Qing good morning! What about Heng Heng? ? ]

Xia Xiqing stretched and returned casually, "He went to class."

[Class hahahahahaha. ]

[Why do I find it funny every time I say that Ziheng is in class. ]

[Has brother Xi Qing had breakfast? ]

"Breakfast? I didn't eat it today, I usually eat it." Seeing a mint on the table, Xia Xiqing reached out and took it, peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth, the cool and refreshing breath rushed up, and his mind was awake. Less, "The breakfast cook was almost late today, too late to cook."

[Ah ah ah ah, is it Heng Heng who cooks breakfast! ? ? ]

[God made breakfast? ? Think about it, I can't do it! ]

"He is very good at cooking, both Chinese and Western food." I don't know why, Xia Xiqing was a little smug in his heart, obviously it wasn't him who could cook, but he couldn't restrain his desire to show off, "Oh yes , He is still learning to bake recently, and he made a row of cupcakes last time, and it was delicious."

[My God, this dog food is so damn sweet! ! ! ]

[嘤嘤嘤 I'm sour~]

[Lemon fruit on the lemon tree, you and me under the lemon tree]

[Every day I cry for the beautiful love of self-study! woo woo woo woo]

What a beautiful love, funny. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, "I'll go get some tools first." After speaking, he stood up and walked to the long row of cabinets in the studio to take out paints and brushes.

[My God, Xiqing has a cabinet of paints. ]

[As expected of a rich man... The paint of this brand is super expensive. ]

[Painting is burning money. ]

"What are we painting today?" Xia Xiqing muttered to himself, feeling like a kindergarten art teacher, glanced at the screen and all of Zhou Ziheng was swiping, he couldn't help laughing, "Don't, I've painted too much of him. Now." He took out a piece of sketch paper and placed it on the drawing board, "Actually, I had a special room before, and it was full of paintings for him."

[My God! ! ! ! ! ]

[It's so romantic, I really want to see it! ! ! ]

[Brother Xi Qing! ! Can it be exhibited? ? ? ]

Xia Xiqing squinted and glanced at the screen, then lowered his head to sharpen his pencil, "Exhibition, let me think about it, if he wants to." But after he finished speaking, he raised his head again, "No, why should I care if he wants it or not?"

[Hahahahaha Heng Heng who has no status! ]

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. ]

[Family status is evident]

"No, I gave it to him mainly." Xia Xiqing shaved neatly, and his drooping forehead swayed as he sharpened the pencil, "Now the ownership of those paintings belongs to Zhou Ziheng, so it is still symbolic. Just ask."

[symbolic hahahahahaha]

[It can be seen how much Heng Heng dotes on Xi Qing in peacetime]

After cutting one, Xia Xiqing pinned the pencil behind his ear. He wanted to stop smoking. He took a sip of coffee and felt a little better. "My hair has grown longer recently." He stroked his forehead with his fingers. , "It's a bit blocking my eyes." After saying that, Xia Xiqing lowered his head, found a rubber band on the table with a paintbrush, and tied his bangs.

[Aaaaaaa apple head! ]

[The apple head looks good! ! ! ! ]

[Is brother Xi Qing a plain face? ? ? It looks so good. ]

[Why do you look like you have painted eyeliner, and your eyelashes are so long! ]

"Of course it's without makeup," Xia Xiqing put his face in front of the camera, "My hair and eyelashes are very dark and dense." He closed one eye, "So from a distance, it looks a bit like eyeliner. "

[Stop this look...]

[Mom, I saw an angel! ]

"Actually, I'm a little lackluster..." Xia Xiqing looked at his dark circles in the camera, "I woke up late today and slept too late last night. Look at my dark circles."

[Fairy's dark circles are not dark circles! It comes with eyeshadow! ]

Pfft, this rainbow shit blows.

[Is it overindulgence! ! ! ! ]

[Don't run if you are too indulgent, hahahaha! ]

[Sister Tianxiu! ! ! ]

[I also want to overindulge with brother Xi Qing! ! ! ! ]

[Zhou Ziheng: ? ? ? ? Do you think I don't exist? ? ? ]

[Hahahahahaha miserable or Heng Heng miserable]

Xia Xiqing couldn't stop laughing at the barrage, "The chicken coop is a warning." He took the pen from behind his ear, and turned around halfway to draw a sketch.

"Wouldn't it be boring if I were to draw here for an hour and draw you guys?" He held a pencil and made a frame on the paper. Xia Xiqing's hand is very beautiful. It is the kind of slender hand with well-defined joints. When holding the paintbrush, the fingers tighten and the muscles and bones are prominent.

[Brother Xi Qing's hands are really beautiful, prprprpr]

[This hand! ! ! I'm done! ! ! ]

Xia Xiqing quietly typed a rough line draft, turned around and took a sip of coffee. He was really not used to this live broadcast mode, and when he turned around, he found that everyone was brushing gifts.

"Don't give gifts." Xia Xiqing put the coffee cup on the table, like a brother teaching children, "Don't give gifts. I don't make money from this."

[I don't make money from this, I have money. ]

[Hahahahahaha is upstairs]

[Brother Xi Qing: If you buy more gifts, I will book a show to invite you to watch a movie! ]

[The second generation of rich is forced to live broadcast business hahahahahaha]

These little girls. Xia Xiqing lowered his head, smiled helplessly, turned around and began to draw the details of the sketch, "Today, let's paint the last painting that Jiang Tong drew by the river, but I might be able to draw..." Xia Xiqing raised his head and thought for a while, " It's been a long time. In short, after the painting is finished, I will give it to the fans who have seen the movie by lottery on Weibo. "

[Aaaaaaaa painting by brother Xiqing! ]

[Why is brother Xi Qing so fond of fans woo woo woo woo]

[I really want it, but it's always been wrong, let me try it once! ]

"I have to take out the canvas." Xia Xiqing bent down and pulled out a clean and complete canvas under the workbench, and placed it in the corner of the workbench. "Wait a minute, we need to put the sketch on the canvas. In fact, I usually I'll omit this step, but this painting is going to be sent out..." He carefully drew the line, stepped back a little after drawing the upper body, looked at the line draft on the drawing paper, and continued, "... so be careful. ."

Xia Xiqing's serious painting looks completely different from his usual frivolous and casual demeanor. He is very quiet and calm. All his attention is on the painting, but during the live broadcast, he has to chat while painting. This is a great experience for him. challenge.

When he was talking to himself, his voice was very soft, and his tone was soft because his tone was uncertain.

The line draft gradually took shape, Xia Xiqing turned around and looked at the bullet screen on the notebook.

[Brother Xiqing is too gentle, it seems that he asked Xiqing to do an ASMR of painting]

[exactly! I also want to hear brother Xiqing do ASMR. Just listening to brother Xiqing talk to himself makes me orgasm. ]

[The voice is so good, so so so gentle, is this how you usually talk to Heng Heng at home? ]

Seeing this, Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, "No."

Some strange R-rated images popped up in my mind.

The way he and Zhou Ziheng get along is really inconvenient to show in front of fans and the public.

[I want to hear elder brother Xiqing sing, elder brother Xiqing's voice is nice! ]

[I want to hear it too! ! ! ! Brother Xi Qing, let's sing a song! ]

[Sing! ! Sing! ! ! ]

Xia Xiqing laughed helplessly, "Isn't it painting? Why is there such a business as singing?"

[Brother Xi Qing, let's sing~ Everyone sings on live broadcasts! ! ]

[Want to hear! ! ! want to hear! ]

[Brother Xi Qing, my birthday is today, can you sing a song? ]

Seeing this sentence, Xia Xiqing softened again, "Your birthday, happy birthday. What are you singing..." He took out his mobile phone, "Well, I will play a random song from the playlist, and sing whichever song I put it on. first."

[it is good! ! ! ! ]

[Ahhhh, brother Xiqing is going to sing! ]

Shuffle was clicked and a song appeared.

"This song is very unpopular, you may not have heard it." Xia Xiqing pointed the screen of the mobile phone at the camera, and it seemed that it was not clear. He turned to face the skateboard, and sang as he drew, not too loud, not too loud, and his words were so soft that it sounded like he was humming a song casually.

"All of me are like you

The addiction of the renaissance

Who owns the distance between words and words

exchange a little bit of clarity

all you like me

Postmodern mottled silence

Who abandoned the secret of words and words

Dürer's resonance with rhinos"

Xia Xiqing, with his head half lowered, was painting the bottom beach. The back neckline of the army green sweater showed a white back neck. He turned around while singing. He found an eraser from the workbench, and smiled at the camera by the way. Suddenly, a pair of peach blossom eyes curved up, giving a fresh and charming impact.

"Let us shine forever

cry with pure verse

imagery of the parade

Wilde could not see the love created by fear"

[Brother Xi Qing's voice is so good! ! My God, why is it so good-looking, so talented, and so good at singing? ]

[The lyrics of this song are so beautiful]

[The lyrics match well with Brother Xi Qing. ]

After singing, Xia Xiqing turned around and looked at the barrage.

[This song! ! ! "Rhino" by Teacher Chen Qizhen! ! Mom I love it so much! ]

[I don't quite understand the meaning of the lyrics, why is it called "Rhino"? ]

Seeing the confusion on the barrage, Xia Xiqing explained, "Dürer and the rhinoceros written in the lyrics of this song actually refer to the wood panel painting "Rhino" created by Durer, a master printmaker during the Renaissance, here There's an interesting story."

"In 1515, it was the period when European countries expanded to the outside by means of navigation technology. At that time, the Sultan of India gave the Governor of Portugal a gift, an Indian rhinoceros. There was no rhinoceros in Europe at that time. This precious The rhino came to Portugal after a 120-day voyage."

"Later, the Portuguese governor borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and wanted to send the rhino to Italy, but unfortunately, a shipwreck occurred on the way, and the rhino was also killed in the sea. Therefore, Dürer, who lived in Italy, did not actually see a real rhino. , but he processed and created a woodblock print based on a sketch of a rhinoceros. This painting was later reprinted and sold in large numbers in Europe, so that everyone thought the rhinoceros in this painting was the real rhinoceros. look."

[What does the painting look like? ]

[It's so magical, hahaha, the European people who are keen on oriental animals]

"I remember that I have a collection of rubbing boards, a miniature one." Xia Xiqing stood up, rummaged through the cabinet in the studio for a while, and found the painting in a cardboard box. He took the painting to the camera and looked at it. The print, turned his head to look at the image in the camera again, "Isn't it much worse? Wearing armor, with horns all over its back, it looks like an upgraded rhino in a Digimon."

He put the painting down and said, "Although it is very different from the real rhino, people at that time were very enthusiastic about this painting and liked the rhino in it. This process actually reflects a very real psychological phenomenon. How to say it? …”

Xia Xiqing thought for a while, "It's like when we like someone. Sometimes, what we are obsessed with is not the thing itself, but an illusion beyond reality."

[Mr. Xia is so gentle]

[Why don't I have such an art teacher woohoo woohoo]

[Brother Xi Qing's voice is too gentle, shining brightly when explaining art]

Looking at the barrage, Xia Xiqing sighed inaudibly and smiled again, "Actually, I'm not gentle at all. You also fell into this rhino's trap."

He lowered his head halfway, rubbed the graphite on his little finger, and his drooping eyelashes looked like fragile butterfly wings that could be crushed, "To be honest, when I first appeared on "Escape From Heaven", I showed That image is not actually me."

He faced the camera with a calm expression, "To put it bluntly, that's a personal design. Of course, I also have a part in maintaining that kind of design. In fact, I am not as beautiful as everyone thinks. I have had a very dark and absurd period. Incomplete character." He pouted, "It's different from the personality that everyone imagined this face should match."

[Brother Xi Qing, why does my heart hurt so much...]

[What we like is you, not the character. ]

"Not all. Many times people like a person, but what they like is not the real person, but the person after adding their own subjective assumptions. That is a kind of reprocessing." This layer of window paper was pierced by Xia Xiqing , Thoroughly stabbed, "People will use their own expectations and fantasies to beautify the person you like in your heart. The more you like it, the more you will add various filters to him."

After finishing speaking, Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and looked at the camera, "I said this, not to ask everyone to like the real me, but just to show you the real me and be honest."

I've been hypocritical for so long just because I grew up with the idea that no one would love me. No one will love the real me.

But now, there is one person who has left me with a silver lining. I also want to try and face my true self.

The barrage suddenly became very emotional, and many fans began to brush their crying faces and love. Xia Xiqing felt that he said too much and said it too directly, and sometimes fans couldn't hear it. He smiled again, "Why are you sad, I'm fine now, very free."

After he finished speaking, he thought of something, and his smiling eyes flashed, "However, Zhou Ziheng is not."

"Whether the character he showed, or the Zhou Ziheng you saw, can't be compared to the real him. He is the most sincere and excellent person in the world."

Xia Xiqing's words are very sure and precise. He always thinks this way at all times, sometimes even so sure that he still doesn't deserve him.

"You must think that Zhou Ziheng in your eyes is already very beautiful. In fact, it's far more than that. It's just the tip of the iceberg." With his chin on his palm, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and traced the woodblock print with the fingers of his right hand. lines, he muttered to himself.

"He is a better reality than fantasy, a rhino that cannot be replicated."

[Sudden confession! ! ! ! ]

[The fairy wife blows her husband online! ! ! ]

[Ah ah ah ah ah I am not me, why are you so good! ]

[I don't know why I want to cry when I see Xi Qing say this. ]

[What kind of fairy love is this! ! ! ]

When he came back to his senses, Xia Xiqing suddenly realized what he had done and said.

He actually said these words in front of thousands of live broadcast fans, and his ears began to burn inexplicably. This was not his usual him at all. In a panic, I wanted to take a sip of coffee to press down, but I accidentally choked myself and coughed again and again.

[Xi Qing is sorry! ]

[Ears are red! ! ! ]

"Cough cough..." Xia Xiqing hurriedly peeled a mint and stuffed it into his mouth, changing the subject, "Anyway, I am the rhino that is out of reality, not what you imagined, not gentle or kind at all, It's all flaws."

In order to change the atmosphere, and to quickly get rid of the embarrassment of the confession just now, he added, "Actually, my normal state is more similar to the live broadcast of Werewolf Killing. You were still talking on the barrage that day that I looked like a different person, and that is me. He turned around and continued to paint, "I'm usually in that state when I'm with my friends. It's arrogant to love to lie."

[But I like you back then! Very cool! ! ]

[right! Bad and cute! ! ]

[I like Brother Xi Qing no matter what he looks like~]

[When the werewolf was killed, he was so handsome! I've rewatched the part of disk logic more than a dozen times! Really handsome! ]

[Xi Qing’s deceit is too slippery, and I was persuaded from a god’s perspective! ]

[Tricked my brother to bluff my friend and my nephew. Hahahaha]

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and unlocked his phone to check the time, but he didn't realize that behind him, a person walked in from the studio door, with a pair of long legs already in the mirror.

[Ah ah ah ah who is that! ! ! ! ]

[Is it Ziheng? ? ? ]

[This leg is Zhou Ziheng! ! ! ]

[Fuck the dog food! ! ]

Xia Xiqing was the only one who muttered to himself on the phone, "I'm an emotionless werewolf killing player."

After saying one sentence after another, "The game of killing a werewolf is to be more aggressive than anyone else, to be thicker than anyone else..."

In the next instant, someone covered his head with a white canvas. Before Xia Xiqing could react and turn around, someone hugged him from his neck. The warm breath soaked through the canvas, and the low tone numb his ears.

"Please close your eyes when it's dark."

That current hit Xia Xiqing's heart in an instant.

Zhou Ziheng's voice was teasing, a kind of charm between the cunning youth and mature male hormones.

His hand lifted Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing his head back, and the other hand slowly pulled the canvas off the back of his head. The beautiful jawline, slightly parted lips, and mole on the tip of the nose are slowly exposed to the skylight in turn.

Before the canvas could leave his eyes, Xia Xiqing, who was immersed in confusion, was leaned over and kissed by Zhou Ziheng, who was standing behind him.

The moment the lips touched, the canvas was slowly and completely pulled away. That large and warm hand still held Xia Xiqing's mandible lightly, like holding the fragile neck of a white porcelain vase.

The world is spinning, a kiss with the wrong view.

It's clearly a touch of water, but at this moment, the lips and teeth are attached to each other like a slow-playing shot. Frame by frame, it is fixed in Xia Xiqing's eyes.

Zhou Ziheng, who succeeded, smiled, "It's dawn." He bent down and kissed Xia Xiqing's ear again, "I'm a prophet. Last night's inspection was Xia Xiqing, Xia Xiqing was..."

After he finished speaking, he turned his arms around his chest and back and leaned against the workbench, looking at Xia Xiqing and smiling, "The person I like. Send me some powder water."

what, this guy.

Xia Xiqing's entire neck was red and hot, he pulled the canvas in Zhou Ziheng's hand and threw it on the camera.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Ziheng didn't know why.

"Why don't I ask you, why didn't you knock on the door?" Xia Xiqing covered his face with both hands, turned his head and sighed loudly, "I'm streaming, Zhou Ziheng."

"Live broadcast???" Zhou Ziheng then reacted, "No, isn't it?"

Xia Xi glanced innocently at him, and raised his chin towards the notebook behind him, "Look at it yourself." After he finished speaking, he bent his knees, put his heels on the chair, hugged his knees and buried his head on it, muffled his voice. Complain about him, "I'm done, I'm going to be on the hot search again..."

Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw that the notebook was completely black, and it was full of scrolling barrages.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm crazy]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who am I]

[Zhou Ziheng is awesome! ! ! ! ! ! Zhou Ziheng's general attack! ! ! ! ! ]

[What fairy idol drama am I watching! ! ! ! Mom save me! ! ! ]

[My God, Zhou Ziheng made me feel soft all over...]

[Hurry up and marry me ah ah ah ah ah! Mom is going to watch your bridal chamber today! ! ! ]

[Kiss me from behind! ! ! ! Wodema Su's I soared in front of the screen! ! ! ]

[Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, self-study beautiful love! ! ! Heng Heng is still carrying a schoolbag! The new year is so delicious! ! ]

[What kind of fairy love story prophet is this! ! ! ! I tested you, you are the one I love! ! ! ]

[God...is Zhou Ziheng so sullen every day...]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Now that things have happened.

Zhou Ziheng immediately closed the live broadcast, knelt in front of Xia Xiqing, and rubbed his palm as if to please, "I will definitely knock on the door next time."

"I'm painting, my hands are dirty." Xia Xiqing was about to take it out, but Zhou Ziheng refused to let it, instead, it was as if he had found a treasure, "You actually have times when you're embarrassed." He took Xia Xiqing's hand and pulled it into his arms, "It looks like It's like being coquettish."

"You're just acting like a spoiled child." Xia Xiqing turned his face and pulled out his hand, "You are dreaming."

"Let's be coquettish again."

"I'm not coquettish!"

"Please."

"Dream." Xia Xiqing stood up and was about to leave, but the next second he was grabbed by a hand, dragging him to the cabinet in the studio with a huge force, and his back pressed against the cold glass cabinet. Zhou Ziheng's arms confined him in this small space, and the compressed distance became stalemate.

"Be a spoiled brat." The corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was low. It was obviously a request, but it was full of flirtation.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng had completely changed his personality, Xia Xiqing's heart suddenly ignited the desire to win or lose. He completely cast aside the unspeakable shyness after his heartbeat, and raised his head to meet Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "How can it be considered coquettish?"

While speaking, his hands wrapped around Zhou Ziheng's neck, like sinful vines in fairy tales, exuding a charming plant fragrance.

Body close, Xia Xiqing slowly rubbed the side of Zhou Ziheng's neck with the skin of his side face, the hair and earlobe wiped the fleeting fireworks.

Like two swans cuddling their necks.

"so?"

His questioning tone rose slightly and dragged for a long time, like a silk scarf brushing across his face.

After speaking, Xia Xiqing raised his face to look at him again, looking up at his innocent face.

"……how about this?"

The next second, he gently rubbed the tip of Zhou Ziheng's nose with the tip of his own nose. His slightly opened lips were soft and red, like roses that had been tormented. As long as he kissed again, it would drip beautifully but bitterly. juice.

Zhou Ziheng maintained his final calm, every cell in his body was stirred to the boil, and the rising temperature was approaching a dangerous critical point.

He was murdering himself brutally and slowly.

A blunt knife sharpened his nerves, a demon with an angel's body.

"It's still...that way."

Xia Xiqing leaned close to Zhou Ziheng's ear, the warm and humid breath lingered on the hot skin, and the specially soft voice had a sticky nasal sound.

"Ziheng, I want to hear that you like me."

The soft knife finally pierced into the heart, and the tip of the knife gently and cruelly stirred the sweet spring water inside.

Xia Xiqing raised his eyes obediently, his eyelashes swept through the viscous air, and his simple eyes concealed the smoke of gunfire.

"Come in, let's talk."

The author has something to say:

Xi Qing: This sentence is a product of one product.

Two love story kings who are keen to tease each other, they are pure and lustful when it comes to love, and even their fans will not let go.

In the bottom of his heart, he is still not confident in himself, but he is trying to face this.

Song: The verse "Rhino"