Chapter 112 Fanwai XVIII: Travel (Part 2)

When Zhou Ziheng woke up, his first reaction was to stretch his arms, the bed was empty, and Xia Xiqing was no longer in the room. The feeling of jet lag is uncomfortable, but it is also commonplace for a star like him. Zhou Ziheng sat up, the sunlight was so abundant that he couldn't help squinting. The painting on the opposite side is still hanging, so looking at it, the painting is really not very good.

When signed up for an interest class when was a child, should have signed up for a painting class. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

He remembered the self-portrait he took down last night, so he got off the bed, lifted the mattress on his side, and found that the painting was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw his suitcase leaning against the wall.

He wants to take this painting back and hide it secretly. With this thought in mind, Zhou Ziheng put away the canvas and put it at the bottom of his box.

When he came out after washing up, he saw a cup of coffee on the small coffee table in the living room, and a bread roll wrapped in light brown kraft paper. Zhou Ziheng took a sip of coffee and prepared to open the door with the bread roll. As soon as he opened the blue iron door, he heard Xia Xiqing's voice. It turned out that he was downstairs, chatting with the landlord's grandma as he said.

Zhou Ziheng walked to the railing, took a bite of the bread roll, and quietly looked at Xia Xiqing downstairs. He always enjoyed looking at Xia Xiqing like this, especially seeing him in high spirits.

The old grandmother described the same as him, wearing a dark green skirt with a yellow print, gray hair, and a kind smile. When Xia Xiqing was talking to her, his long legs would be far apart, his hands resting on his thighs, his head was tilted to look at his grandma with those beautiful eyes, and he was wearing a light blue striped short-sleeved shirt and dark blue Knee-length shorts, look like a cute high school student.

After a while, a little girl in a pink dress suddenly ran out, like a fluttering little skylark, and hugged Xia Xiqing's leg all at once. Xia Xiqing squatted down with a happy smile, hugged the little girl and pasted her little face left and right with his own face.

Xia Xiqing is really good-looking, no matter how many times he sees it, he thinks so. Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng had the idea of ​​not being ashamed of him. He thought that his hair was a little upturned in sleep, so he put the bread roll in his mouth and bit it, freeing his hand to press his hair, and brushed his hair again. Light green T-shirt, patted off the crumbs.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the little girl in Xia Xiqing's arms suddenly raised her head, pointed to the sky and shouted a language that Zhou Ziheng could not understand. The surprised expression on the old grandmother's face was very funny. She put her hand to her mouth and uttered a cute tone. Then she lowered her head and spoke to Xia Xiqing with a tone that sounded like an inquiry.

Misstep, misstep. Zhou Ziheng hurriedly took the bread in his mouth, smiled embarrassingly at the person below, and pressed his hand up against the curled hair.

Xia Xiqing pursed her lips and smiled, and the little girl asked again, following her grandmother's words. He pinched the little girl's cheek and replied in English.

"My boy."

His voice was too gentle, very light, but it was still brought to Zhou Ziheng's ear by the warm wind of June.

For some reason, he even thought that my boy was more exciting than my boyfriend.

Xia Xiqing raised his head and called to Zhou Ziheng, who was stunned, "Come down."

"Oh." Zhou Ziheng walked down the stairs and ate all the bread by the way. He heard the little girl pestering Xia Xiqing in not very proficient English and asking, "Then... Then am I your girl?"

Xia Xiqing pursed his lips after hearing this, "Well... so, until you find your boy, you are my little girl." The little guy was very happy after hearing this, and ran to the small potted plant in front of his house. There, they grabbed a red mini-rose and ran over to give it to Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing didn't want it, but she just wanted to give it, and put the flower in Xia Xiqing's ear.

"Now you are my boy." The little girl said sternly, amusing the landlady who was standing on the side.

Zhou Ziheng came over and squatted beside Xia Xiqing, and spoke to her in English, "Although this guy took your flowers, he is mine, not yours, remember?"

Xia Xiqing bumped Zhou Ziheng with his shoulder and said in Chinese, "Why are you still being serious with children?"

Zhou Ziheng ignored it and said seriously to the little girl, "Get it?"

The little girl pouted, thought for a while, then ran to pick a small daisy, and pinned the flower to Zhou Ziheng's ear.

"And you are my boy!"

Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng glanced at each other, and then both couldn't help laughing. The landlord's grandmother was also overjoyed, and said to her little granddaughter, "You can't say such things to a beautiful boy when you see him."

The two chatted with the landlord's grandma at the door for a while, Xia Xiqing glanced at his watch, and the appointment time with the professor was coming, so he left the landlord's family for a while and took Zhou Ziheng to the Academy of Fine Arts. Zhou Ziheng took off the little daisy beside his ear, pinched the thin flower stem in his hand, and held Xia Xiqing's hand with the other hand, pulling him to his side.

Xia Xiqing glanced at him with a half-smile, and returned to hold Zhou Ziheng's hand. The joy in his heart could not be suppressed, it was like a soda that had been shaken violently, the cap of the bottle was slammed open, and the sweet bubbles rushed out frantically, with no remedy. Xia Xiqing felt that he was now infected by Zhou Ziheng, like a teenage stunned young man. When he saw him smiling at him, his whole body felt warm, and he wanted to hug him and kiss him.

He even thought that if he and Zhou Ziheng could live in that small rental house for the rest of their lives, they would be very happy.

On the way, he met a little boy who was selling handmade cookies. Zhou Ziheng bought a big box and stuffed them into Xia Xiqing's mouth one by one. Xia Xiqing shook his head and said he didn't want to eat it, so he stuffed it into his own mouth.

This small house is not far from the Academy of Fine Arts. It didn't take long to get there. As soon as he entered the door, Xia Xiqing received a call from his tutor. The tutor's office is on the second floor, and downstairs is a small garden. Zhou Ziheng sits alone on a bench and waits for Xia Xiqing.

When Xia Xiqing left the school and returned to China, it was actually a suggestion from his tutor. On the one hand, he came back this time to take away some of the works deposited with the professor, and on the other hand, he wanted to formally say goodbye to him.

As soon as Professor Bianchi saw him, he stood up, walked around the desk and gave him a hug, "Long time no see, Qing." He is a forty-five-year-old middle-aged man who dresses very well. Every day The neck scarves are all different colors.

"Long time no see. How are you doing?"

Professor Bianchi smiled and shrugged. "Of course. But I might be better off if you were around to help me."

Italian men, young and old, are very good at talking. Xia Xiqing is used to it. He smiled, "God bless me, don't make trouble for you as a trouble maker."

The two chatted for a while, and Xia Xiqing proposed to him that he wanted to retrieve some of his works from that year. The professor readily agreed. He held a pen in his hand and poked at a blank notebook, but his eyes were fixed on Xia Xiqing's face. Xia Xiqing knew him He wanted to say something, and sure enough, within a minute, the professor asked, "Although I always knew that you were very popular, I couldn't help but ask, are you in love?"

Xia Xiqing rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand, his expression was hesitant at first, but he quickly put his hands on the table and shrugged his shoulders, "That's right."

"My God." The professor couldn't believe it. "You never admitted it in the past." He smiled and shook his head. "You've been here for five years, and I've never seen you like this... not once."

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and stared at an official document on his desk. The handwriting on it was very beautiful. He raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, I didn't expect such a day."

"That person must be an angel." The professor laughed. "Otherwise, how could it possibly charm you."

You really got it right. The tips of Xia Xiqing's ears began to burn.

"I have to say, your state is very different from before. You were too melancholy before, and you were obviously full of negative emotions, and you had to laugh deliberately. I've always been worried about you." The professor sighed deeply. "But it's alright now, I can see that you are very happy, the smile on your face is sincere, and I'm really happy for you."

Xia Xiqing was a little moved. At first, he just kept his gloomy side locked in his heart. Although he looked gregarious and popular on the outside, his paintings couldn't deceive people.

"I'm... very happy now." Xia Xiqing's face had a shallow smile, like a breeze blowing ripples, "He changed me."

saved me.

"No, you deserve it." The professor's eyes were firm, which surprised Xia Xiqing.

"You were not saved, it was your tenacity that made you wait for him."

Xia Xiqing's nose is sour. He can't stand his increasingly fluctuating emotions and fragile and sensitive heart, but he has to admit that these words are touching.

He suddenly wanted to introduce it to the professor, although he thought it was a little naive, as if to show off something. But he hoped that the professor could take a look and see what a wonderful person Zhou Ziheng was.

After some struggle, Xia Xiqing stood up, "He's right below, do you want to see him?"

"Of course."

The two walked to the office window together. Looking down at the lush little garden from top to bottom, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but be stunned. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the bench, spread his hands, and three or five white pigeons flew to his hands, biting his palm, and two more The dazed little pigeon flew over his shoulder, and its tiny paws clenched his mint-colored shirt.

Zhou Ziheng's face was full of a patient and gentle smile. When the little pigeon finished eating, he took out another piece from the box and smashed it into the palm of his hand. The light made his hair, which was not dark, soft and shiny.

"He's really an angel." The professor had a completely [I know] expression, but soon, a relieved smile appeared on his face again, "Qing, I'm very happy to see you now."

Xia Xiqing turned his head, his eyes were clear, "Thank you."

When they came downstairs, the pigeon had already gone for the most part, and only a small one was standing on the bench, pacing back and forth, very busy. Zhou Ziheng stared at the little pigeon, how funny it was. He turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and stood up the moment he saw Xia Xiqing, "Is it over?"

Xia Xiqing nodded, walked to him, saw Zhou Ziheng pick up the empty cookie box, and teased him, "Where's the cookie?"

"Ah? It's over." Zhou Ziheng took his shoulder, "I thought you didn't like it."

"I don't like to eat, so you can feed the pigeons."

Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised when he exposed what happened just now, "Did you see it?"

Xia Xiqing pointed to the top, Zhou Ziheng looked up in the direction of his finger, a middle-aged man stood by the window on the second floor, smiling at them both.

Feeling like seeing his parents, Zhou Ziheng scratched the back of his head awkwardly, raised his head and smiled at his tutor.

"I said earlier that I want to meet people, I should do some styling."

Xia Xiqing glanced at him, "Your idol burden is really heavy." But soon he added, "How handsome do you want to be?"

This sentence works. Zhou Ziheng directly pressed his head with the hand that wrapped his shoulders, and kissed Xia Xiqing's side cheek.

Xia Xiqing wiped his face pretending to be disgusted and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, but the smile on his face could not be hidden. Xia Xiqing didn't pay much attention to a young and tall Italian boy approaching him. Who knew that the other party would call his name in the next second.

"Hey, Tsing!"

The footsteps stopped, Xia Xiqing looked at the sound, and before he had time to speak, the young man with brown hair walked up quickly, hugged him enthusiastically, and said that he had not seen him for a long time, his face full of surprises.

"It's been a long time..." Before he could finish speaking, his hand was grabbed by a force, and he turned to look at his side. Zhou Ziheng's expression suddenly changed. Put it on the face, so that the other party can't see it.

It really is a wolf without warning.

"This is..." The young man looked at Zhou Ziheng, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but he was still laughing.

"Lucas, he's my boyfriend." Xia Xiqing said decisively, then turned to Zhou Ziheng to introduce in Chinese, "This is my classmate during my master's degree, Lucas."

Zhou Ziheng greeted Lucas in English, even if Xia Xiqing said so, he was still worried, and his eyes were still full of defense.

"He looks so handsome." Lucas completely ignored Zhou Ziheng's naive desire for monopoly, and focused on his face with both eastern and western aesthetics and an extraordinary good figure, "The proportions are also very good, very suitable for painting the human body Is it a mixed race, or is it the same as you?"

Although the relationship with Lucas was pretty good before, Xia Xiqing couldn't stand Lucas looking at Zhou Ziheng up and down with such blatant eyes, especially the art students, he knew very well that each other had the ability to see through the human body. feel uncomfortable, like being moved by someone, a very precious thing.

He never thought he would have such a strong desire for monopoly.

So Xia Xiqing immediately changed the subject, "You came back from outside?"

"Yes, I just went to church to sketch with two new guys."

Speaking of this. Xia Xiqing looked down at his watch, "I have something to do, I have to go first." He took Zhou Ziheng's hand and prepared to leave.

"Have dinner together in the evening? A nice little bar has been opened recently."

"I have an appointment, next time." Xia Xiqing reached out and waved twice at Lucas behind him.

"Hey! Can I leave a number for your little boyfriend?"

"Don't think about it." Xia Xiqing didn't turn his head back, grabbing Zhou Ziheng's hand. Zhou Ziheng couldn't understand what the two were saying, but he always felt strange, so he asked tentatively, "Is he scolding me?"

Xia Xiqing burst out laughing, "Yes, he said you look ugly."

"Why am I so ugly!" Zhou Ziheng usually doesn't care about other people's opinions, especially the evaluation of his appearance, but today he is very concerned, thinking about pressing the dull hair on his head with his hand, "I think I Looks better than most of the people here."

how so cute. Xia Xiqing couldn't stop laughing, reached out and touched his chin, "Not most people, but everyone."

After speaking, he added briskly, "We Heng Heng are the most handsome."

When Xia Xiqing took him out, he kept looking at his watch, as if he was chasing something. The sun gradually moved up and reached the middle of the sky, illuminating the whole of Florence. The dark gray ground, the winding alleys and the brick-red roofs of the city, and not far away stood a tall building. Building, majestic and solemn. Shuttle here, Zhou Ziheng suddenly had a romantic feeling like Roman Holiday.

Looking at Xia Xiqing's back, he suddenly felt that Xia Xiqing should live in this kind of place. He had this feeling once when he was in Wuhan, whether it was in a noisy night market full of fireworks, or in a place full of fireworks. The presence of Xia Xiqing is always appropriate and natural in the artistic emerald street.

"I originally wanted to show you the David of the Academy of Fine Arts, but it's an authentic work." Xia Xiqing dragged his wrist and slowed down. As he approached, the brick red dome of the Cathedral of Notre Dame of Flowers was in front of him.

"Then why didn't you watch it?" Zhou Ziheng followed him. The nearly 100-meter-high Gothic church had almost attracted all his attention. The fishbone-shaped marble decoration on the outer layer had a gorgeous sense of stacking. , milky white marble, dark green glaze, ubiquitous classical sculptures. It's so delicate, it doesn't look like a church at all, it looks like some kind of precious artwork.

"The real work is shocking, but I want you to see this more. No, listen to this."

Xia Xiqing stopped suddenly, stopped in front of a very tall building, he looked down at his watch.

"Where is this." Zhou Ziheng also looked up at the tall building. He had done travel homework before, trying to match what he saw on the Internet with reality, "Is... Giotto Bell Tower?"

Hearing Zhou Ziheng say this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "You're amazing, classmate Xiao Zhou."

"That is."

Zhou Ziheng still wanted to speak, but suddenly, the long bell rang, and the roar of metal collision was dragged and stretched, piercing clouds and cracking stones, hitting his heart directly. He felt that his body was no longer autonomous, and was solidified by this solemn and shocking ancient bell. , The whole body seems to be penetrated by the current, and even the soul vibrates with the oscillating sound waves.

Just when he was stunned, Xia Xiqing kissed him. A soft kiss, like a cloud peeled off by the bell, floated leisurely on his lips.

Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes, the sunlight generously sprinkled on his fair face, like a clean angel carefully carved on a church.

"Actually, when we first met, I was fascinated by your voice." His eyes were full of tenderness, it was the cool mountain stream after the melting of the spring snow, "I wanted to tell you many times, listen to you. I always think of the bells of the Cathedral of Hundred Flowers."

The reason he didn't tell him was because it was too mysterious, and it was indeed a sincere association and sigh. Unlike other words spoken during provocation, this is unconscious. If you tell him, it seems like holding your heart to him.

So dangerous, so real.

When Xia Xiqing said these words, Zhou Ziheng inadvertently thought of the analogy he had made to himself at the time—Rodin's kiss. Whether it is deliberately provoking or revealing his true feelings, Xia Xiqing can always use these precious works of art to describe himself, making him feel what virtue and what he can do.

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head, and caressed the back of Xia Xiqing's neck with his palm, the deep magnetic voice and the bells echoing in the ancient city had a harmonious and beautiful resonance, "Where is it like?"

When the last bell on the hour left a long tail, Xia Xiqing told him in the gentlest voice.

"All... make my heart flutter."