Chapter 111 Fanwai Seventeen: Travel (Part 1)

On the first Friday in June, Xia Xiqing suddenly proposed to Zhou Ziheng to take him to travel abroad. At that time, Zhou Ziheng was peeling apples for him, and the long red and curly peel was so broken, which made him feel a little pity.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Ziheng took a bite of the apple himself. The crisp and juicy voice made Xia Xiqing's heart move. He took the apple in his hand and took a bite. He said vaguely, "Firenze."

He speaks Italian, and this is the first time Zhou Ziheng has heard him speak Italian, and he finds it fresh and charming. The familiar syllable made him react at once, "Florence?"

Xia Xiqing nodded, "Didn't you always want the two of us to travel together? I just want to go back to see my teacher, and I need to trouble him with something."

Ever since he learned about this plan, Zhou Ziheng has been in a state of extreme excitement every day. He is a person who must spend a lot of time planning in advance no matter what he does, such as acting, or writing a thesis. He is a rigorous science man. Typical rule of thumb. But Xia Xiqing was just the opposite. He was rambunctious, free and disorderly, and he counted wherever he went. Seeing the information collected by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing felt amused and helpless.

"Hey, you're going to my alma mater with me, and it's not free travel." Xia Xiqing poked Zhou Ziheng's forehead with his finger, "Why do you make yourself look like a tour guide? Don't I know the way, Young Master Zhou?"

Zhou Ziheng grabbed his index finger, pulled it to his mouth and kissed it, like a hummingbird kissing a slender stamen, "I know, but I also want to know the city where you go to school, so as not to be too ignorant."

"It's okay." Xia Xiqing sat cross-legged across from him, teasing him deliberately, "I don't like your connotation anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng threw himself on Xia Xiqing's body in a daze, resting his head on his shoulder, turned his head and gently kissed his side neck, but the kiss was not enough, and he opened his mouth to bite His skin, and biting the faintly throbbing blood vessels under his skin.

"Are you a dog?" Xia Xiqing said, but his arms automatically wrapped around Zhou Ziheng's back.

"Does it hurt?"

"Okay."

So he took another bite, causing Xia Xiqing to gasp in pain, grabbed his face with both hands, rubbed and rubbed him on that beautiful face, and then inexplicably received another kiss.

He also likes Zhou Ziheng too much. Xia Xiqing, who was out of breath from the kiss, thought so.

On the first day of the working day, the two of them flew to Italy in a low-key manner. After more than ten hours of flight, it was already early morning when we arrived in Florence. Due to the particularity of his work, Zhou Ziheng has never traveled alone. Every time he is followed by Ronaldinho and other staff members, there are many people wherever he goes. But Xia Xiqing is not. He has always been alone, especially when he is abroad.

"Where is our hotel?" Putting the suitcase in the trunk of the taxi, Zhou Ziheng got into the car and beside Xia Xiqing, "Is it close?"

Xia Xiqing naturally leaned on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I didn't book a hotel."

"Didn't book a hotel?" Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it, "Where are we staying then?"

"Let's sleep on the street." Xia Xiqing's voice was smiling. The driver sitting in the driver's seat was an Italian uncle in his fifties. His fat body was squeezed by the small seat, but his laughter was very hearty. When he saw the two young men with Asian faces, his first reaction was He spoke to them in his broken English with a strong Italian accent, but Xia Xiqing replied directly in Italian, "You can speak Italian."

The uncle couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Your pronunciation is really authentic."

"I used to be a student of Fomei." Xia Xiqing smiled, raised his head, and told the driver where they were going. Coincidentally, this enthusiastic uncle lived nearby, and the two chatted for a while before he stepped on Get on the gas and drive in the direction of their house late at night.

Zhou Ziheng sat aside and looked at Xia Xiqing. The way he speaks Italian is completely different from when he speaks Mandarin. He has many vivid expressions on his face. He sipped the ground, and the little tongue hidden inside collided with the gums, making a playful vibrato, and sometimes making some gestures, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of smiles.

"The houses here are all beautiful, and you have great taste." The uncle praised very sincerely when he got out of the car.

"I think so too." Xia Xiqing smiled.

"Do you have a rental car?" The uncle put his arm on the window, worrying about him.

"No." Xia Xiqing shook his head, "but I will consider renting a car tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood beside him and stared blankly. He felt that Xia Xiqing was so cute when he said no, it didn't look like a neat negative sentence in English, with a heavy nasal tone. The first place of articulation is not the mouth, nor the vocal cords, but the nasal cavity.

His nose was slightly wrinkled, a sticky resonance resembling an em came from his nasal cavity, his shoulders shrank a little bit, accompanied by a gentle shaking of his head, and finally the soft tongue touched the upper jaw and quickly left. All the little details formed this A little no.

So cute, like a kitten that refuses to be petted.

"Then have a good time, beautiful Oriental boys."

The driver drove away and put them in a quiet alley, with beautiful houses full of Italian style on both sides, and a spiky first-quarter moon hung in the narrow sky at the entrance of the alley, glowing with a grayish-white light.

Zhou Ziheng said, imitating the tone of Xia Xiqing just now, "Did you just say no?"

Xia Xiqing's right eyebrow was raised, and a surprised smile appeared on his face. He was indeed a top student, but he wanted to tease Zhou Ziheng, so he shrugged his shoulders, "boh~"

Another cute tone of voice, Zhou Ziheng's heart thumped restlessly again, and the unfamiliar tone of voice that popped out of Xia Xiqing's mouth was as painful as a small pansy on the side of the road.

"What does that mean?"

What Zhou Ziheng didn't know was that, compared to a simple negative sentence, the particle boh was more playful, meaning "I don't know", and it could be said at any time. Xia Xiqing also likes to use this word in oral expression.

"boh."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Ziheng followed behind him with his suitcase. The two walked up the green iron staircase outside a beige house. The Z-shaped staircase turned back and forth twice, and finally reached the top floor. Xia Xiqing stopped in front of the ocean blue door, turned around, and said the last thing to Zhou Ziheng. , "boh~"

After he finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue. This kind of malicious selling of cuteness is simply a knowing blow to Zhou Ziheng. Before Xia Xiqing could be proud, Zhou Ziheng pressed him against the blue door, his arms wrapped around his waist and tightened, and two pairs of bodies with warm body temperature were attached to each other through a thin cotton shirt.

The cold white moonlight passed over Zhou Ziheng's ears, illuminated Xia Xiqing's face, and smoothed the sly smile on his face. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head, his straight nose slowly rubbed against the tip of Xia Xiqing's nose, his voice was very deep, mellow by the night.

"Aren't you too bad?"

Xia Xiqing raised his head, his full lips opened slightly, and his wet eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng's drooping eyes, his hands resting loosely on his crossbones. Let him be so ambiguous.

It wasn't until Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes to look at him again that Xia Xiqing opened his mouth and said tempting words to him with the kindest and cleanest looking face.

"If you don't kiss me now, I'll get worse."

This sentence was mixed with too many soft voices, which stained Zhou Ziheng's heart. Just when he lowered his head and wanted to kiss Xia Xiqing, he smiled and avoided it, "It's too late."

He found the key from his jeans pocket, lowered his head and opened the door that had not been opened for more than a year, reached in and turned on the light inside first. The warm yellow light instantly filled this small suite, and the beige walls were reflected warmly and beautifully.

"What the hell does boh mean?"

Xia Xiqing expressed helplessness to his diligent hobby, and carried his luggage into the room, "I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Zhou Ziheng took another larger suitcase in, and placed it in the corner next to his, then took Xia Xiqing's hand.

"boh means 'I, No, Know, Dao'." Xia Xiqing took Zhou Ziheng's hand and pulled him to the small sofa in the living room to sit down. The moment his tired body fell into the soft sofa, he let out a heartfelt cry. He sighed in relief, looking up at the ceiling.

The decoration of this small house is very interesting. The furniture in the living room is beautiful in classical Italian style. Even the coffee cups are as exquisite as carved works of art. It looks like it was painted. The crystal lamps on the ceiling reflect the colorful glaze light, forming large and small circles on the small pendants. But the house is full of fireworks. There are many paintings on the off-white walls, some of them are oil paintings with strong colors, but most of them are random line drafts, which are a bit messy, and some are torn out from nowhere. The pages of the book were pinned to the wall along with the drawing with small silver thumbtacks.

These small details of life are completely Xia Xiqing's style.

"Is this the house where you used to go to school?"

"That's right." Xia Xiqing tilted his head on the side of Zhou Ziheng's neck, "I still lived here at the end of February last year."

Zhou Ziheng actually thought that Xia Xiqing should live outside the school, but he never thought it was such a small one-bedroom apartment. But he thought about it again, and he felt that this was very similar to the place where Xia Xiqing should live.

"It's been more than a year since you've been gone, hasn't the landlord rented the house to someone else?"

Xia Xiqing shook his head, "The landlord is a very good grandmother, I specially asked her to keep the house for me, and I will pay her rent regularly. Because at that time I didn't think I could stay in the country for too long, I always I want to come back." As he spoke, Xia Xiqing began to let go, "That grandma is seventy years old and lives with his wife on the first and second floors. They also have a very cute little granddaughter. Every morning, the old grandma will At the door of the first floor, I sit on a small bench and comb my little granddaughter's hair. When I come downstairs, I will raise my hand very enthusiastically, ciao ~" He imitated the way the landlord's grandma greeted him, and smiled again.

Zhou Ziheng liked to hear him say these things. His poor imagination suddenly became effective at this time. He imagined Xia Xiqing carrying his bag and quickly going downstairs to say hello to the old grandmother.

"His wife used to be a shoemaker who repaired leather shoes. He was very skilled. Many people came to him, so he often went around with his small tool box. When he came back, he would always bring flowers to his grandmother, sometimes irises. , and sometimes roses."

"Whenever I see him arranging flowers for my grandma, I think, it's so good to be alive." Xia Xiqing sighed with a smile, then fell on his side and rested on Zhou Ziheng's thigh, his eyes looked at the ceiling, and floated from the ceiling to Zhou Ziheng deep eyes.

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked along the bridge of his tall nose, moving down to the peak of Zhou Ziheng's lips, like a brush with the most gentle strokes, tracing the shape of his lips.

"As long as you live long enough, you will always meet someone who can love you." Xia Xiqing muttered to himself.

Zhou Ziheng's heart jumped violently, as if he was lightly poked by the slender fingers. He lowered his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's thin eyelids.

After resting in the living room for a while, Xia Xiqing took him into his former bedroom. The bathroom was quite large. After taking a shower, the two put on large T-shirts. Xia Xiqing sat cross-legged on the bed and fell into silence. Zhou Ziheng stood there. He was blowing his hair by the bedside, ruffled his hair gently with his fingers, and brushed his scalp gently.

"Fortunately, the landlord's grandmother always asks someone to help me clean, so I can sleep directly, otherwise it will take a whole night just to clean the room." Xia Xiqing looked at the wall, "But the wall is too messy."

He was talking about the paintings plastered on the walls of the bedroom. Those paintings are not actually Xia Xiqing's works. They are half-finished products to vent their emotions, and some are not even half-finished products. They are just a mess of lines. Hearing what he said, Zhou Ziheng also paid attention to the paintings on the wall. To be honest, most of these paintings are abstract and even dark. Since he met Xia Xiqing, he has rarely seen him paint in such a style. Most are refined and elegant classics.

Right in the middle of the implantation is a large oil painting, which is much more complete than the others. The painted face looks like a human face, but it is divided into many pieces by lines, like the face in a broken mirror, the eyes are red, the cheeks are black, the lips are pale, and each fragment is With different colors, there is a strange feeling.

Under his thin face, there is a black heart, which is the most realistic part of the whole painting. The blood vessels connecting the heart flow with black blood, pouring the heart like poison.

Xia Xiqing looked at the painting quietly, without saying a word.

Zhou Ziheng could feel the change in his mood, the principle of which was not even clear to him, it was as if the hearts of the two of them were tied by a thin red thread, as long as there was a little movement in Xia Xiqing's heart , this thread will be pulled, pulling his heart.

As if to say, hey, the person you like is sad.

Zhou Ziheng turned off the hair dryer, rubbed a handful of Xia Xiqing's hair, and kissed the top of his head twice, "What's wrong?" He could see Xia Xiqing's eyes were looking at the painting, so he tried to ask, "That's a painting what."

Xia Xiqing's voice did not have much emotion, as if he was answering what the weather was like today, "My self-portrait." After speaking, he added, "Self-portrait in the past." It seemed that adding this sentence would make Zhou Ziheng feel less distressed. But even he himself felt that this was completely useless, so he turned around and got into Xia Liang's quilt, lying on his side and closing his eyes.

"I'm so tired." Xia Xiqing's voice was soft, "Let's sleep."

Zhou Ziheng lay beside him, patted his shoulder gently, trying to coax him to fall asleep.

But after a long time, Xia Xiqing did not fall asleep, his eyelashes cast trembling shadows under the light of the bedside lamp. Zhou Ziheng held him in his arms, giving him enough security.

"Do you know why I rent this house?" Xia Xiqing still closed his eyes, he was always inexplicably stubborn somewhere.

"Because it's so small, a tiny house doesn't feel like space."

"Well." Xia Xiqing continued, "I came to Italy almost to escape the past, but I found that after I came here, I became a person again. I was the only Chinese student in the class, and the Italian language at that time was also It's not good, many times when people scold me behind my back, I can only rely on my eyes to tell."

Zhou Ziheng frowned, "What are you scolding you for?"

"Freak, looks like a woman, etc..." Xia Xiqing sighed, "But actually I don't mind that much, it's nothing compared to what happened when I was a kid. And later I became a socialite in this circle. Center, it's ironic to say it."

"But at that time, my teacher was very worried about me. He felt that I had serious psychological problems. If I kept using it as a painting to express my distorted heart, it would only push me into a more dangerous situation." Xia Xiqing twitched his lips. He said, "At one point, he didn't let me paint, he told me to travel around to study and travel around Europe."

Zhou Ziheng thought of the painting, "So, this painting was painted by you at that time."

"Well." Xia Xiqing suddenly raised his eyes, "I was like that back then, I won't lie to you."

Of course I don't want you to see the dark side of me, and I certainly want to cover up the wrecks, the ugly rundown areas, and all the loneliness of my weak and rotten days. But how can I say, these are not me.

I've had so many hypocritical moments, but at least in front of you, I don't want to pretend.

Because you showed up and gave me the love I never had. You tell me I am beautiful.

Then I'll just...let's believe it.

Xia Xiqing's consciousness gradually fell into a soft place, like a cloud layer, but deeper than the cloud layer. He vaguely felt that the people around him had left, but he didn't know if it was a dream or reality. He felt flustered and couldn't reach out and hug him tightly. Consciousness just disintegrates, little by little.

When woke up the next day, the sun had already flooded the entire small bedroom, on the light blue summer cool quilt they had covered. Xia Feng fluttered the curtains and knocked on the glass windows with the scent of a double rose. Xia Xi woke up, raised his hand to cover the sun with the back of his hand, and only opened his eyes when his consciousness gradually returned to his soft body.

Zhou Ziheng was still sleeping, and his sleeping face was beautiful. He used to get up in a hurry when he was at home, and Xia Xiqing rarely saw his sleeping face, so he lay on his side and watched for a while. When he fell asleep, every edge softened, like a foggy mountain.

Xia Xiqing wondered if he should buy him some local breakfast, so he sat up, turned his neck, and prepared to get out of bed to wash. Strangely, he found a box of colored pencils on the table by the bed, scattered all over the table, and several clumps of waste paper.

Originally, he didn't take it too seriously, but when he looked directly at the opposite wall, he couldn't help but froze in place.

The self-portrait of myself is gone, and the center of the wall is covered with paintings, and there is a painting with poor skills, even a little funny, on which is painted the face of a boy, smiling brightly, the color of the colored lead is soft , like a children's picture drawn by a child.

He walked over suspiciously and looked carefully. It turned out that there was a line of words at the bottom, and the beautiful handwriting made the painting style more childish.

[Portrait of Xia Xiqing. ——by: Zhou Ziheng]

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[Xia Xiqing's love for himself is only the love of the house and Wu. ]