Chapter 56 Peach Cigarette

Xia Xiqing discovered that Zhou Ziheng's restaurant was very large, but compared to the dining table, the dining table was very small, and at most six people could only sit down. The rectangular log table was covered with lake blue tablecloths, and all the tableware was the simplest white porcelain. In the middle of the table was a dark brown vase like a wide-mouthed bottle, and a bouquet of white immortal flowers were inserted into it.

No, Xia Xiqing took out one and found that it was not an ordinary immortal flower, but a white rose made of specially treated wrinkled paper.

The tip of his nose was close to the edge of the petals and smelled a rose. Xia Xiqing always felt that it was so familiar that he frowned and thought for a long time.

He seemed to have stacked this thing when he was a child.

Zhou Ziheng, who came up with the last salad, saw Xia Xiqing holding a paper rose in a daze. The picture looked quite pleasing to the eye.

"The comments on the Internet are right, you are indeed very beautiful." Zhou Ziheng put the salad on the dining table and sat down opposite Xia Xiqing, "Just don't talk."

"Get out." The word "beauty" is almost a banned word for Xia Xiqing. Zhou Ziheng didn't understand it. In his eyes, Xia Xiqing's facial features were just as appropriate to describe it as beautiful. Beauty is not a special word for girls.

"I sincerely praise you, you don't like to listen."

He glanced at Zhou Ziheng lazily and threw the paper flowers into the vase, "When you are in bed, I will praise me for being beautiful." He smiled and said harshly, "I love to listen to whatever you said at that time."

Zhou Ziheng, who was serving him fish soup, chuckled, "I remember it."

"Your dining table is so small." Xia Xiqing spread her arms out and could almost touch the edge. "But I like the decoration very much, and the aesthetics are OK."

"In the past, there were long tables, but I lived alone, and I spent most of my time on the crew, so I was eating casually." Zhou Ziheng handed Xia Xiqing the tomato and fish soup that was in a small white porcelain bowl with a tissue to pad the bottom of the bowl. "I think it's a waste to use such a large table alone, so I changed it to a small one."

"But living in such a big house alone is a waste." Xia Xiqing didn't understand his logic.

"Then do you live with me?" Zhou Ziheng was actually just joking with his words. He felt a little regretful when he said it. He felt that he had acted too much. He was always in control of his own measure when he was with Xia Xiqing. He wanted to be nice to him, but was afraid that these good things would push him away.

Xia Xiqing was stunned when she heard the first reaction. She didn't have to react. Zhou Ziheng returned, "Just kidding. The house is different from the dining table. How can I say it? In my heart, the dining table is very special. It is the loneliest when eating alone. If you sit or two dishes on a large table and eat quietly by yourself, you always feel pitiful."

Xia Xiqing suddenly didn't know what to say. Zhou Ziheng's description just now seemed to be talking about his life for so many years.

So he likes to have a meal with Xu Qichen. In the past chaotic love stories, he has always had a strange habit. He doesn't like to sleep in bed with others afterwards, but he likes to eat with others beforehand.

This way I don't look so lonely.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiqing looked down at the fish soup in the bowl. The soup color was beautiful red tomatoes. The warm yellow light made the soup noodles sparkle and the fragrance was very fragrant. He picked it up and tasted it. The rich tomato aroma mixed with the fresh sweetness of the yellow bone fish. It was smooth and fragrant in the mouth. After a sip, the stomach became warm.

Zhou Ziheng seemed very nervous, "How is it, is it delicious?"

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, and drank the small bowl in one breath, and handed over the empty bowl, "I'll need another bowl, scoop a piece of fish for me."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng happily scoop a large piece of fish from the ceramic soup pot and pick out all the obvious thorns with chopsticks. Xia Xiqing's nose was a little sour, so he rubbed it, grabbed a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Don't drink it in one breath, you won't be able to eat later."

"I'm not a little girl." Xia Xiqing was chewing the ribs in her mouth. "This ribs are delicious and crispy, different from the ones Xu Qichen made."

"Fried." Zhou Ziheng changed a bowl to serve him rice, but Xia Xiqing took the rice and soaked it in the fish soup.

"Eating this way is not good for the stomach."

"It's not good to eat like this every day, it's okay to have a meal." Xia Xiqing scooped a spoonful of rice into her mouth, so satisfied that her eyes narrowed, "I haven't eaten this way for many years. The soup rice is so delicious."

Zhou Ziheng asked tentatively, "I often ate when I was a child? Your mother..."

"My mother doesn't cook, and her hands are only used to appreciate famous paintings." Xia Xiqing's tone became colder, "She is an oil painting collector. Of course, I mean before I got sick here." He smiled and pointed at his temple with his index finger.

Regarding this topic, Zhou Ziheng knew it was a minefield, and even if he was curious, he didn't continue to ask, but he was willing to speak out that it was a great surprise for Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiqing turned the topic back on her own, "When I was in elementary school, the aunt who cooked at home was good at simmering fish soup because my hometown was in Wuhan, on the Yangtze River, and I ate fish every day. However, when I was a child, I was a very picky child who was very picky about food. Then she would use fish soup to cook for me, and then sit next to me to pick out all the thorns of the fish and put them on the rice."

"Then what?"

"No more." Xia Xiqing lowered her head and ate a few bites of food. "She later gave birth to a child and quit her job."

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hands and rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair, "When will I cook it for you when do I want to eat?" Xia Xiqing didn't like being treated as a child. He grabbed Zhou Ziheng's wrist and warned with an unhappy expression, "Don't look like you take care of the children."

"No, I think," Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's side face with the hand he held. "Since I don't like eating alone, you don't like it either. We can occasionally get a companion like this."

He said something against his will, but he didn't want him to be too anxious and scare the kitten away.

Xia Xiqing let go of his wrists, and he wanted to refuse directly. This kind of visual sense of living together made him feel both boring and weird. But Zhou Ziheng's rice cooked is so delicious and so to his taste. If he refuses directly, he may regret it in two days. It's better not to say anything first and leave room for himself.

He ate a meal slowly. After finishing his work, Xia Xiqing took the initiative to wash dishes. After all, he had eaten for so long. Although he had never done such a job, the difficulty of washing dishes was reduced by several orders of magnitude compared to cooking.

But Zhou Ziheng directly rejected his volunteer, "There is a dishwasher. Besides," he picked up the dishes and stood up, and said lightly.

"The painter's hands cannot be used to wash dishes, this is a waste of resources."

Xia Xiqing tried hard to suppress the curled corners of his mouth. He was really convinced. Zhou Ziheng was obviously a innocent little virgin, so why could he be so good? If he had been a low-level person, he would have been so devoted to himself.

Unfortunately, he is not.

However, it is interesting to meet people of high ranks, otherwise the story would end too simply, and it is not a fairy tale to coax children.

Isn’t the emotional world of adults just a teasing of you and me?

It was already late after dinner. Xia Xiqing took the excuse to take a shower and went back to the opposite door. As soon as he came out of the shower, he found that his phone received a series of messages.

[Moral Model: Have you finished taking a shower? Do you want to watch a movie?]

[Moral Model: I bought a projector before, and it has been idle. I just installed it and found that it was not bad.]

Xia Xiqing wiped his hair casually, threw the towel aside, and sat on the sofa to reply to him. Unexpectedly, a call came in. It was because he had not contacted his uncle for eight hundred years. After thinking about it, Xia Xiqing answered it.

"Is there anything wrong?" Xia Xiqing's uncle Xi Hui has never had any friendship with him, and no friendship means no conflict. In addition, he is still a gentle person, Xia Xiqing is willing to say a few words to him.

"Xi Qing, long time no see. I know you don't like to pretend to be polite, so this process is exempted. I have two things to ask you this time. In fact, they all have something to do with your mother. Her situation has not been very good recently. I think if you have time, go and see her. Of course, these all depend on what you think."

"Let's just talk about the second thing." Xia Xiqing suddenly wanted to smoke. After touching for a long time, she realized that she was wearing pajamas.

"Well, you know, the Pulito Art Center, which your mother previously runs, was renovated last month and is ready to reopen. Two days ago, I received an invitation for an art dinner. I think you are the owner of this art center, and you are more suitable for you to go there. This dinner will be attended by many big names in the art world, and of course, businessmen are indispensable, which will also help the art center restart."

These words are said without any leakage, which is Xi Hui's usual style of work, but Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone else that these reasons are not real reasons. The most important thing is that he is now well-known and even saves publicity. Xia Xiqing hates being used, but his emotions are complicated about his mother's career, or his mother. He hates her and pity her.

"You also know that purito was created by your mother after she had you, just to commemorate your birth."

Yes, it seems that this is true. Even the name is "Qing" Italian. But in the end, the art center was destroyed by her, and it feels a bit unforeseen.

"Xi Qing?"

"I understand. I will go, but I will do nothing else." Xia Xiqing said in a faint tone, "A person who studies art is the most incompetent, don't count on me."

The person opposite seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "I'll give you the address later. Take care of yourself outside." Xi Hui paused and still instructed, "The entertainment industry is quite chaotic, be careful."

"Compared with the circle I grew up with, the entertainment industry is really a pediatrician."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Xiqing forgot to reply to Zhou Ziheng's incident. He thought that if purito really reopened, would he just take the painting there? But this is a completely hooligan, and no boss puts his paintings in his gallery, which sounds like a lot of money.

People always have strange ideas. They always feel that art is related to poverty and appears valuable. Who would believe that the rich second generation can draw what good paintings?

This is why Xia Xiqing never talks about his own expertise when he is having fun with others, and never mentions his family background when he is creating with others. Once the two are mixed together, they create a subtle sense of cheapness.

After searching for a long time, he found a box of Marlboro peach double bursts in the gap in the sofa cushion. He stared at the cigarette box for a long time before he remembered that it seemed that he had taken it from Xia Zhixu last time. The guy was forced to quit smoking and couldn't even smoke what he had bought before.

Xia Xiqing has always been not very fond of sauté cigarettes, and he thinks it's too boring, but he is addicted to cigarettes and has no choice. It's also suitable to be a dessert after meals. He held the slender cigarette pipe to his mouth and lit it. He took a sip. The phone suddenly rang. He thought Xi Hui had nothing to say, but when he saw it, he realized that it was Zhou Ziheng. Then he remembered that he hadn't finished saying what he had just said.

There were two burst beads in the double burst, one was a blue mint bead, and the peach burr beads near the cigarette holder were a peach beads. Xia Xiqing took a sip and crushed the blue beads. The cold mint aroma wrapped in the smooth tobacco smell and rushed straight into the sky spirit cover. Before her hair was dry, her brain stimulated, as if a certain nerve was tightened, and it quickly loosened, and the pores in her body were opened.

"Hello?"

For some reason, Zhou Ziheng listened to Xia Xiqing's voice on the other end of the phone, as if he was floating. He coughed, "Have you finished taking a shower? What are you doing?"

“Prescription.”

“…”

"I'm lying to you." Xia Xiqing laughed lazily, and the coldness dissipated for half. He tilted his whole body comfortably on the armrest of the sofa. Only then did he remember Zhou Ziheng's invitation before. He was not interested in movies, but he really wanted to see something else.

"I don't want to watch movies. Do you have a TV series you acted in when you were a kid? I want to watch it."

Zhou Ziheng coughed a few times by choking, "What's so good about that..."

"I just want to see." Xia Xiqing vomited a shallow smoke ring, stretched out her slender hand and grabbed it, and the smoke escaped between his fingers.

The phone head seemed to be silent for a century. He didn't urge him to smoke quietly. He smoked nearly one-third of a cigarette. Zhou Ziheng ended the game and reluctantly made a compromise.

Until Xia Xiqing appeared at his door with a white cigarette in his slippers, the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face was still ugly. Xia Xiqing smiled happily, took the cigarette off and clamped it on his fingers, and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's ears with his hands.

"It depends on the little boy Zhou Ziheng."

"Shut up."

However, Xia Xiqing did not expect that the projector Zhou Ziheng mentioned was actually installed in his bedroom. If it were someone else, he would definitely think that this invitation was ulterior motives. If it was Zhou Ziheng, it would definitely be a serious movie.

His bed was facing a large blank wall. Zhou Ziheng found a very old box from a room with several hard drives inside.

"I haven't seen it myself." Zhou Ziheng's tone was still a little resentful, and Xia Xiqing also squatted down and touched the top of his head, "Isn't that just right? Let's review your cute period together."

When he looked up, his eyes were a little scary. Xia Xiqing stopped talking, and he became familiar with each other and got on the bed.

"I'm going to turn off the lights, okay?" Zhou Ziheng was still a little worried.

Xia Xiqing's face was calm, "It's okay."

The darkness spread, and the projector's varied light and shadow blocked the flow of dark colors. The light that was like water flowing in the sun cast beautiful colors on Zhou Ziheng's approaching body, which made Xia Xiqing feel a little moved.

If this body can be made into drawing paper, it should be able to draw a stunning enough work.

The soft bed collapsed, and Zhou Ziheng sat next to him.

"Why would you ask me to watch a movie?" Xia Xiqing turned her face and saw that the light was transparent to Zhou Ziheng's eyelashes. When it flashed, it looked like a faded cicada wing. It looked very beautiful.
To be continued...