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Chapter 66 Heatwave Fireworks

Chapter 66 The heat waves

After crossing the river, I walked through the bustling city again, and the scenery became more and more remote. Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing with his toes, "Is it almost here?"

"I don't know." Xia Xiqing didn't even tell it carefully.

Zhou Ziheng felt that he was perfunctory, "Aren't you from Wuhan?"

"There are not many Wuhan people who have traveled all over Wuhan." Xia Xiqing's tone when he said this sentence was clear, but at the end, he faintly revealed a little sigh. Zhou Ziheng discovered this point, but Brother Fei, who was sitting in front, did not notice it, and he also happily took over the conversation, "Yes, old Wuhan people like me who run around every day may not necessarily run everywhere."

Xia Xiqing looked at him with a tiny mole on the tip of his nose always repelled Zhou Ziheng's attention, "You know the three towns in Wuhan."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng nodding, Xia Xiqing continued, "Actually, it is better to say three cities. Each of them has a large area, let alone combined. My family lives in Hankou. When I was in high school, I often went to Wuhan University to sketch. I took the bus for nearly two hours and could sleep in the car." His expression always softened when he said that he recalled, "But the drivers here drive very hard, and it is basically impossible to fall asleep."

Looking at Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng always thought that it would be great if he could hold him, and he could just hug Xia Xiqing and listen to his story all night.

"You two have time, and there is still one week left after you leave the plane." Kuncheng smiled, "Xi Qing, please take Ziheng to walk around Wuhan more, so that he can integrate into the role as soon as possible and get along with the fireworks."

Xia Xiqing nodded, and the hand that Zhou Ziheng held was a little sore. He touched it with his wrist and frowned at Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng would soon feel sorry for it and thought he had hurt him, so he quickly let go of the hand that he had been holding tightly. Xia Xiqing did not take his hand back, but just placed it gently on the seat cushion, and Zhou Ziheng gently covered his hand on Xia Xiqing's hand.

A few people said this in the car, and soon arrived at the shooting site. This is the most famous urban village in Wuhan and the least "Wuhan" place in the whole city. The roads began to become crowded, with messy stalls and pedestrians everywhere. Fortunately, Fei Ge was good at driving skills and drove the car into the culvert in Hua'anli.

The culvert is actually a passage into Hua'anli community. The green walls on both sides are interspersed with a covered roof. This narrow corridor, five meters wide, is responsible for the function of allowing 100,000 community residents to travel every day.

Brother Fei held the steering wheel and honked the horn at the dirt-faced van in front of him, "I'm lucky today. I didn't encounter the car coming out there, otherwise I would be blocked at both ends and no one would move."

The van in front finally moved away and drove forward slowly like an elderly man, making them able to move slowly. Finally, they entered the culvert and the light suddenly darkened. Zhou Ziheng subconsciously held Xia Xiqing's hand tightly and looked at him, but Xia Xiqing just held his chin and looked out the window.

Fortunately, he didn't pull out his hand, which made Zhou Ziheng feel relieved enough.

In fact, the culvert was not pitch black at all, but it was a little darker and the passage was not long. It quickly opened out. It seemed that it was because it had just rained and the ground was muddy. An old lady was walking along the edge of the culvert with two large bags of daily necessities. She was splashed with mud ideas by the wheels. She cursed a few words in the inauthentic Wuhan dialect and continued to walk out with the culvert.

Zhou Ziheng doesn't hate this chaotic and noisy market. As an actor, he likes this kind of place very much. It is full of all kinds of people, and everyone is a story book that is spread out, using their limbs and expressions to interpret strange plots.

When they drove to a place where the car could not be driven in, the four of them got out of the car, and Feige quickly took the car door and took them to the house that Director Kun asked him to rent. Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing walked behind, and the brim of their hats were pressed down very low, and their shoulders rubbed from each other in the sticky air from time to time, and then opened a short distance with their steps.

After walking through a muddy path, the four of them came to the densely packed building area. The houses here were built very high, which made people think of the lattice in Hong Kong, but it was not exactly the same. The high floors here were obviously added later. The walls of the floor at the bottom had already been covered with thick dark colors by the cooking oil, but the top was filled with a blue iron container, which was shining with a slightly purple shiny under the sunset that was about to disappear.

"The conditions here are really bad." Brother Fei lit a cigarette and took a sip. The smoke he vomited seemed to be stuck by moisture, and he couldn't disperse beautifully. "This seat is small and there are many people. If you can't build it on the ground, you can only build it in the sky. The house is getting taller and taller."

Zhou Ziheng was about to look up, but he felt a hand pressing the back of his head. When he walked over and turned around, he realized that there was a loose hanging wire in the place just now. Xia Xi had already put his hand back and inserted it into the pocket of his work pants.

"You lower your head a little." Xia Xiqing's voice seemed particularly clear in the humid and hot air. "I don't know what to eat to grow up, so high."

When Brother Fei heard this, he also asked, "That is to say, Ziheng, why do you grow so long?"

"Long?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with an inexplicable look on his face and asked for help. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, then raised the brim of the hat and looked over, "I don't say that people are tall in Wuhan dialect, especially for children, for example, I am your uncle," Xia Xiqing raised his hand and touched Zhou Ziheng's hat, and said in a Wuhan dialect tone, "Hengheng, I haven't seen you grow old again in half a year."

After speaking, his tone changed immediately, and even Fang Yan took it away, "Do you understand?"

Zhou Ziheng curled the corners of his mouth. He should not like Xia Xiqing too much in speaking Wuhan dialect, which is vivid and fragrant.

"Xi Qing speaks Wuhan dialect quite interestingly." Brother Fei smiled and praised Director Kun in front of him. Director Kun was also satisfied. "If I don't say Xu Wen is so good, I will save me the dialect of the actors. At that time, Xi Qing, you will act in Mandarin with a Wuhan accent."

"I'm not a hearing-impaired person." The road ahead was too muddy. Even Xia Xiqing had no choice but to bend down while talking and pull up the legs of the gray work pants, revealing her fair ankles. Zhou Ziheng's footsteps also stopped, his eyes wandered down, stayed on the slightly convex ankle bone for a second, and then turned back upwards until the rolled legs and the skin hidden inside.

He couldn't help but think of the scene where Xia Xiqing put his ankle on his shoulder that night. At that time, his eyes seemed to be soaked in the hot flash air of the city.

"Oh! Oh yes, yes, Jiang Tong has a little hearing obstacle." Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing fell behind, Director Kun, who was awakened, slapped his forehead, "I forgot everything. Then you train Ziheng."

Fei Ge continued, "He is playing an outsider."

"It's about training to become an unauthentic Wuhan accent, hahaha."

The two of them laughed and Xia Xiqing, who was walking behind, felt hot. She took off her hat and grabbed her hair, and slapped her twice. She was about to hold the hat back on her head, but Zhou Ziheng suddenly pulled herself over and threw a sentence in her ear in a low voice.

"I think I'm quite long."

Xia Xiqing frowned and raised her eyes. Her hair was soaked in sweat. She leaned against the side of her white face. The longer ones could extend to the jawline, and even his expression of being about to blame became seductive.

Zhou Ziheng leaned into his ear and brushed his slightly protruding ear bones with his lips intentionally or unintentionally, with a very low voice.

"What you said can reach the bottom."

This hooligan is playing tricks, one by one. Xia Xiqing is on fire, so he can't have an attack. He doesn't have an attack like a little girl who has been teased? He took a deep breath and felt that the sentence of Feng Shui was really correct. He grew up like a hooligan, but now he has been teased by a guy who is five years younger than him!

After doing a good job of expression management, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Zhou Ziheng. He raised his eyebrows high even though he wanted to be ruthless. His words were also written one by one, "Length is not important, experience is the most important."

But in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, it was completely seducing.

He nodded and held Xia Xiqing's shoulder. Kuncheng just turned around and was happy to see the two of them so intimate. After all, if they want to act together for such a long time, the actors must reach a certain degree of friendship, otherwise he, as a director, would have a headache.

"Experience needs to be accumulated." Looking at Director Kun turned around, Zhou Ziheng's aftermath returned to Xia Xiqing. He lowered his voice. He clearly gave in, but he was full of aggravated words, "Brother, teach me."

His ears were so hot that Xia Xiqing pushed him away and spit out a word, "Hot." His words seemed to have a little bit of Wuhan people's accent that they like to drag, like a habitual anger, which was distinguished by Zhou Ziheng's sensitive ears. The tone of a hot word turned and turned, and it was about to turn into his heart.

Even if it was pushed away, Zhou Ziheng felt happy. The sweet fragrance of the ribs and lotus soup simmered by some family came from the narrow building. When the sky was about to go out, he walked behind Xia Xiqing with a smile, feeling the beauty of the fireworks on earth for the first time.

Everything is good, everything is good, as long as Xia Xiqing is by his side.

When he walked into a unit building, the stairs inside were dark and narrow. As soon as Xia Xiqing took two steps, his hand was pulled by Zhou Ziheng. He wanted to break free, but he was too lazy to break free, so he just let him lead him. Anyway, the light was so dark that the two people walking in front could not see clearly.

After going up the fourth floor, I passed by a dark corridor. There was a door at the top. Brother Fei took a key from his pocket and opened the lock with a screensaver on his phone.

"It's this room." Brother Fei stepped in first, "Look at it, it's quite small anyway."

In fact, it was much better than Xia Xiqing imagined. He originally thought it would be a very dirty and old house, but in fact it was just a little smaller. It was a narrow one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Four people stood in and seemed a little unable to move around. They turned around the house for a while, and Xia Xiqing also roughly understood the room type. As soon as the door came in, there was a small living room, and the bedroom was passed through a small passage. On the right side of the passage were the kitchen and bathroom, side by side, the size was about the same, and they were only enough for one person to move around.

The only light source in the whole house comes from a small window in the bedroom. There is a row of small succulents placed under the window, which are very cute in green.

As soon as he entered the room, the sultry feeling was like a layer of plastic wrap, transparent but not airtight, covering Zhou Ziheng tightly. He picked up the collar of his clothes and slapped it several times.

"It's almost that. In fact, the original owner is still very clean and a young man who works from another migrant worker." Director Kun smiled, "I'm very honest. I said I'll give him more money because I might have to redecorate it. He doesn't want it, so we'll give it more. The child was so happy that he kept saying thank you."

Xia Xiqing tried to match this small house with Jiang Tong's residence in the script. This feeling was very wonderful. It seemed like he was deliberately squeezed into a safe little mold and turned himself into another person. There was a small fan with dust falling on the coffee table in the living room. He sat on the sofa and pressed the switch. The fan squeaked and turned it. The wind was not strong, so it was better than not.

Zhou Ziheng's gaze stuck to Xia Xiqing's body, watching the heat flow lifting his forehead, watching him stretching his neck to welcome the arrival of the wind, sweaty hair stuck to the corner of his mouth, and was fiddled with his hands, but he had no time to care about the broken hair stuck to the slender neck.

This scene brought Zhou Ziheng a sense of sexiness full of fireworks.

"Oh by the way, my crew and I have to have a meeting and go outside to get the night view together. Do you two stay here or go back to the hotel?"

Before Xia Xiqing could answer, Zhou Ziheng made a decision without authorization, "Stay, I want to find the feeling of the script." As he said that, he walked to the sofa in two steps, sat down, and hugged Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "Xiqing, come with me, and when I'm done, I'll call Xiao Luo to pick us up back to the hotel."

After hearing this, Brother Fei stuffed the key into his hand, "Then I will give you this. My wife just sent me a text message and urged me to pick up the child from the tutoring class."

"It's okay, Brother Fei, go, my assistant will come over later." Zhou Ziheng's hand pointed at Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "Besides, isn't there a local person?"

In this way, Kuncheng and Feige were persuaded by Zhou Ziheng. They went downstairs together, and the footsteps gradually disappeared. Zhou Ziheng closed the rusty iron door. Just as he was about to turn around, Xia Xiqing pushed it to the door.

"What are you thinking?" Xia Xiqing threw the hat in his hand back and threw it on the gray-green fabric sofa behind him. His palms were very hot, and his braised iron reached his heart through his chest.

Finally there was no taboo. Zhou Ziheng looked down at his thin waist wrapped in a cultivator's clothes, hugged him, and the distance was compressed at once. The stuffy air between the two seemed to be discharged, and they were pressed against each other through the tide of cloth and flesh.

"Take your idea."

Xia Xi lowered his head, hugged him by his hand and opened it, "Dream." After saying that, he walked to the bathroom by himself, and the sound came with a sticky echo, "I'll take a shower, my body is too sticky. You call Xiao Luo now and ask him to buy some food on the way he comes. I'm very hungry."

After saying that, he reached out to lock the bathroom door, but found that the rust-stuck bolt could not move at all. He tried several times but couldn't lock it.

A hand with distinct joints grabbed the door frame. Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and smiled at Zhou Ziheng's rebellious and a little slutty last year.

“I’m very hungry, too.”

After saying that, he squeezed in, and the cramped bathroom was stuffed all of a sudden. The shower switch turned on as soon as Xia Xiqing came in, and the water was pouring down, increasing the humidity in the narrow space.

Sticky humidity is a breeding ground for desire.

"There are no two people here." Xia Xiqing grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand, pulled it up, and took off the clothes that completely stuck to his body.

Zhou Ziheng got closer and almost pressed against him, "You can always stand down if you get closer."

He raised his head, Xia Xiqing's mouth, which was covered by the heat wave, opened slightly, with a smile on his face, and his words seemed to be blamed, "Why are you so obsessed with people?"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng snatched the black T-shirt he took off from his hand and threw it outside the bathroom. He pushed his chest step by step to push him to the shower that was soaring. The hot water falling from the head poured everything wet, including Zhou Ziheng's always low voice.
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