Chapter 67 Blue Slurry

The fatigue after the tide of love faded made Xia Xiqing weak and sat on the toilet without doing anything. Zhou Ziheng let him wash him from head to toe with the shower head. After helping him wash, Zhou Ziheng washed himself again. The bubbles of the shower gel splashed on Xia Xiqing's arm from time to time, and he pressed it with his index finger, and then he raised his head to continue to appreciate it.

To this extent, it is like a real couple living in a small corner of this city and living an ordinary life.

It just looks very similar. Xia Xiqing rubbed a handful of soaked hair and put them all behind her head.

"What are you thinking?" Zhou Ziheng did not wipe his body, and walked over to touch Xia Xiqing's face barefoot on the wet tiled floor.

Xia Xiqing opened his mouth and bit Zhou Ziheng's thumb, raised his eyes to look at him.

"I just think we are really ridiculous."

"It's quite ridiculous." Zhou Ziheng polished his teeth with his fingers, "I was so pure before."

Xia Xiqing sneered disdainfully, "The person who is fooling around with me is not qualified to say the word purity." His slightly raised face was filled with the shadow of desire. "Who could have thought that this was the first use of this set? It's not here to make pornographic films."

Zhou Ziheng pulled his thumb out slightly and gently rubbed Xia Xiqing's soft lower lip. He smiled, which was a bit too handsome in Xia Xiqing's eyes.

"If you were with you, I wouldn't mind shooting a movie." His deep eyebrows always bring a little childishness at some unintentional moment. "The completeness of an actor's career lies in the expansion of scale."

Xia Xiqing patted his hand away and glanced blankly, "Stop coming." He leaned his neck and leaned against the water tank, "It's so stuffy here."

After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng immediately stood up and said, "I'll go out." He walked to the sofa in the living room with soaked shoes, took out the underwear he had changed from his bag and put it on. The white cotton short-sleeved and dark blue sports shorts he had always regarded as pajamas. He was about to change it, but suddenly hesitated for a while, put them on the sofa, and ran to the bedroom to open the closet. There was not much clothing in it. Zhou Ziheng felt a little sorry in his heart, feeling that he should not move other people's clothes casually.

So he was so entangled that he finally went to the living room, quickly changed into his pajamas, put on his mask, and went downstairs in soaked sneakers.

Xia Xiqing heard him running around in the bathroom, and didn't know what he was doing. After more than ten minutes, the empty door in the bathroom opened. Zhou Ziheng walked in with a pair of dark blue rubber slippers, holding clothes, slippers and new towels in his hand.

"You went downstairs?"

"Well, I've gone to buy something." He put the clothes on the washing machine, turned on the faucet and washed the new towel several times, and then wrung it hard. He pulled Xia Xiqing's hand and carefully wiped the water on his body. Looking at Zhou Ziheng's appearance, Xia Xiqing felt warm.

He really wanted to say, you don’t need to do this. He has said this too many times, and every time it is free of obstacles and very effective. But for some reason, he couldn’t say this when he saw Zhou Ziheng’s face. But he still felt that Zhou Ziheng didn’t need to do this for someone like him.

"Okay, lift your hand." Zhou Ziheng put on a white T-shirt he had always treated as pajamas as if he was taking care of a child. It was also the one he changed after buying things and going upstairs. He wore a black short-sleeved piece that he had just bought for thirty dollars downstairs.

After putting on Xia Xiqing's clothes, Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of dark blue slippers from the plastic bag that were the same as his feet, held his fair ankles, and put them on one by one.

Actually, he really wanted to kiss his ankle, but Xia Xiqing might be angry now, so Zhou Ziheng gave up this idea for the time being.

"Have you recovered?" Zhou Ziheng held his hand and pulled him up, and used his hand to support Xia Xiqing's waist without ignoring it. "I'm very physically healthy." As he said that, he walked out of the bathroom wearing those pair of slippers that fit his feet. The chemical reaction between sweat and air finally ended at this moment. Xia Xiqing took a towel and wiped his hair, feeling refreshed all over. The sky turned completely dark, the lights in the living room were not too bright, and the dark yellow color was turned down, filling this small space.

When he turned around, he saw Zhou Ziheng wearing a black T-shirt reaching out to pinch the back collar of the clothes, and turned his head as if he wanted to see something. Xia Xiqing walked over, "What's wrong?"

"The neck is so itchy."

"Sit on the sofa." Xia Xiqing searched everywhere and found an old pair of scissors on the second floor of the TV cabinet. So he walked over and picked it up. The rubber on the handle was so old that it was glued. Zhou Ziheng was sitting on the sofa waiting, and his hair was furry after it was dried up.

"Where did you buy inferior clothes? It would be the night market downstairs." Xia Xiqing walked over, and Zhou Ziheng patted his thighs at him, smiling to reveal a row of white teeth, "Yes, why are you so smart?"

A big star is really not particular. Xia Xiqing couldn't refuse when she looked at this smile. She spread her legs and sat on his legs, and used both hands to pass over his neck to cut his collar mark.

"Don't move, don't blame me until I cut the meat."

"Um."

Zhou Ziheng was very satisfied. His arms loosely wrapped around Xia Xiqing's waist and his head obediently buried him in his shoulder. This time, there was no perfume smell on his body, only the mint fragrance left by the shower gel, mixed with a little bit of the feeling that had not yet dissipated.

When desire comes, it surging like a tsunami, which makes people lose their minds, but in fact, for Zhou Ziheng, the ups and downs and aftermaths of Xia Xiqing are also beautiful when they fade.

After carefully cutting off the last little bit, Xia Xiqing pulled off the inferior collar with his hands. Although he was very careful, he still left some small holes in his short sleeves. It didn't matter. Anyway, he looked like cheap clothes.

"alright."

Zhou Ziheng was still reluctant to look up and said, "Hug it for a while."

"Are you a puppy?"

"No." Zhou Ziheng hugged him tightly, raised his head, his bottom-up eyes were full of nostalgia, "Kiss."

Xia Xiqing did not move, and Zhou Ziheng asked again. He finally softened his heart and printed a kiss on Zhou Ziheng's lips, "Are you OK?"

"No." Zhou Ziheng kissed, the deeper the kiss. Xia Xiqing held the scissors in his hand and threatened in the gap between the entangled kiss, "Believe it or not, I'll stab it in with this."

"Don't believe it." Zhou Ziheng kissed his side neck, grabbed his hand with scissors, and held it to his chest, "You're going to stab you."

Xia Xiqing has won the hearts of so many people. Each of them promised him a beautiful vow and showed him the strength of his emotions. These were similar to him. To be honest, there was no emotional fluctuation because he knew very well that if they really knew what kind of bad person they were, no one would love him.

But Zhou Ziheng's heart was completely different. His feelings were blue magma, which looked like a quiet ocean. When the tides were flooded, he realized that he had been swallowed up by the hot magma and melted into it.

Throwing away the scissors in his hand, Xia Xiqing hugged Zhou Ziheng's back of the head and kissed him deeply.

When did you learn to take one step at a time to see such a passive and slack tactic?

The delicate balance between them is a bubble, as long as Zhou Ziheng does not expose it.

Xia Xiqing occasionally thought darkly, maybe he was too narcissistic, maybe Zhou Ziheng was just playing around, using his superb and natural acting skills to simulate love.

That's really good.

The wet tongue tips overlap, and the summer wind came in through the gaps in the old window frame, covering the eyebrows and eyes of the two. This kind of warm kiss rarely happens to Xia Xiqing. He always invades others with a desire attitude, but he did not expect that one day he would become the one who would give in to him.

When it was hard to part with it, Zhou Ziheng's stomach suddenly screamed, breaking the sweet entanglement like honey.

"I'm really hungry this time." Xia Xiqing smiled and came down from him, glanced at the pendulum hanging on the wall, "Let's go, take you to eat."

The moisture still did not evaporate, but the heat disappeared with the sun, and the night wind blew on people's body warm. Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing went downstairs shoulder to shoulder. The chaotic community was illuminated by lights from thousands of families. The wide curbs were occupied by stalls of all sizes. They were selling clothes on the street, selling flowers, birds, fish and insects, and all kinds of small shops were densely packed on the long street, using ropes with strings of small light bulbs to distinguish each other and share their lights.

"You haven't visited the night market." Xia Xiqing reached out and pressed Zhou Ziheng's hat lowered a little. Zhou Ziheng pushed his glasses frame, "No, Beijing is now gone."

"That's right. To improve the appearance of the city." Xia Xiqing pulled him to the sidewalk. This was not the main action area of ​​the night market, so no one would stick to it. He pulled his mask and reminded Zhou Ziheng, "Be careful of your phone. I used to have three phones stolen from the night market."

Zhou Ziheng smiled and naturally put his hand on Xia Xiqing.

"You're not afraid of being photographed."

"Phone." Zhou Ziheng hugged him tighter, "Isn't celebrities very down-to-earth in the night market?" As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing felt the hand on his shoulders take away. He turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng quickly holding a small cart that almost fell. Her mother-in-law holding the push rod of the cart was gray and she kept saying thank you, "Fortunately, I'll have you, otherwise I'll have been in vain this night and I'll be gone."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't quite understand, so he could only help her push her to a fixed stall with a smile, and communicated with her mother-in-law in Mandarin. He was too tall and could only keep bowing his back and leaning down with her mother-in-law.

"Be careful, this foot is not very stable." Zhou Ziheng half-squatted down, took out a tissue from his pocket and folded it a few times, and placed it on the lowered wooden foot. "Okay." He grabbed the wooden foot of the cart and shook it, "It won't sway now." He looked up and happened to collide with Xia Xiqing's eyes not far away, and smiled at him.

Xia Xiqing felt that she was simply hallucinating.

It feels like a pair of glowing wings have grown from Zhou Ziheng's back.

Such a good person, why should I hang out with myself?

He also walked over, took a look at the large stainless steel insulation bucket on the cart and the cut fruit on it, and said to his mother-in-law in Wuhan dialect, "Mother-in-law, I want a cup of mung bean smoothie and a string of water chestnuts."

After taking the smoothie and water chestnut skewers, Xia Xiqing left the stall and continued walking forward. Zhou Ziheng followed behind, "I want to eat too."

"You go buy it."

"I want to eat what you have on your hands."

Xia Xiqing turned around suddenly, and Zhou Ziheng almost hit him head-on without stopping. He quickly took a step back. The water chestnuts in Xia Xiqing's hand were covered with five clean water chestnuts, each of which was white and tender. He stuffed the cold mung bean smoothie into Zhou Ziheng's hand, "Don't drink it first." As he said that, he took off a small water chestnut with his hand and handed it to him, "Eat it, you shouldn't eat this as a fruit."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head directly, bit the water chestnut with Xia Xiqing's hand, raised his head and put it into his mouth, and chewed it twice. It was crispy, tender and fragrant, and the juice was sweet.

"It's delicious!" The eyes under the black-framed glasses lit up a little, "I want it even."

Xia Xiqing also laughed, took away the mung bean paste from his hand and turned around without any mercy, "Go and buy it yourself."

"No, give me another one. This one is delicious."

"This is the horse's hoof."

"Is that so? We used the horse hooves to make dumplings and meatballs, so we didn't eat them raw, and the ones we had were not tender at all." Zhou Ziheng hugged Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "It's better for you here. All kinds of fruits are peeled and sold, and they are cheap."

No matter when, being praised by others is a pleasant thing.

The middle section of the night market is a large food stall in the township, and every family's business is booming. Xia Xiqing led Zhou Ziheng to find a remote place to sit down, ordered four large plates of barbecue, all of which were skewed with iron sticks, grilled with oil, and sprinkled with a handful of cumin chili and chopped green onion, which was so fragrant. He went to the stall next to buy a small bowl of braised food, two cages of tomato-flavored soup buns, and filled the small and short table.

“Try it.”

Zhou Ziheng picked up a skewer of grilled crispy bones and put them in his mouth. He never ate chili peppers, but was so scattered that he was so spicy that he grabbed the mung bean smoothie at Xia Xiqing's hand and took a big mouthful of it.

"So spicy!" He opened his mouth and inhaled like a big golden retriever, making Xia Xiqing almost choke, "I ordered it slightly spicy."

"Don't eat so spicy, just now..."

Xia Xiqing hit his knee hard, "Shut up, and I will throw you here and go by yourself."

Zhou Ziheng grinned, grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and rubbed it, as if he was pleased. Xia Xiqing pulled out his hand and grabbed a braised kelp knot for Zhou Ziheng, "This is delicious, I love this the most."

Hearing Xia Xiqing say this, Zhou Ziheng stuffed the kelp knots into his mouth without thinking. The kelp that had been simmered in the old braised soup for several hours was already soft, glutinous and dense, salty and delicious, "Well... this one is delicious." But the next second the spicy stamina hidden in the braised soup floated up again, and Zhou Ziheng stuck out his tongue, "This one is also spicy."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Xia Xiqing shook her head and ate a skewer of roasted green peppers. "Most of our things here are spicy."

Finally, Zhou Ziheng finished two soup buns alone, and became addicted to eating them. He ran to order two more baskets. After a while, an uncle came over with two soup buns to put them down. "Handsome guy, your soup bun." At this time, Xia Xi finished eating early in the morning and put on a mask again. The uncle glanced at his tied hair, looked at his eyebrows and joked with Zhou Ziheng, "Handsome guy, you are quite lucky. A friend who plays is pretty."

The boss had a thick dialect in his Mandarin. Zhou Ziheng heard it roughly and thought he was praising Xia Xiqing for being good-looking, so he smiled. Just as he was about to reply to him, Xia Xiqing suddenly pulled down his mask and looked up at the boss and said seriously, "I am a man."

"Ah?" The boss glanced at him carefully. He was really a man. He immediately smiled apologetically, "Ah, I made a mistake and made a mistake. I'm sorry. Just now, my wife told me that a tall and beautiful beauty bought two cages of tomato soup buns. I thought it was you."

Xia Xiqing said nothing, "It's okay," and the boss just laughed and left.

"Did he say you are pretty?" Zhou Ziheng kept asking, he was just curious why Xia Xiqing had to explain that after the boss said that, he recalled what the boss said before.

Playing friends.

"What is a friend who plays?"
To be continued...