On the first Friday of June, Xia Xiqing suddenly asked Zhou Ziheng to take him abroad for a trip. At that time, Zhou Ziheng was peeling apples for him, and the long red and curly peel was broken, which made him feel a little regretful.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Ziheng took a bite of the apple himself. The crisp and juice-filled sound made Xia Xiqing feel moved. He took the apple in his hand, and then took a bite, and said vaguely, "firenze."

He spoke Italian, and this was the first time Zhou Ziheng heard him speak Italian, and he felt that it was fresh and charming. The familiar syllables made him react at once, "Florence?"

Xia Xiqing nodded, "Didn't you always want us to go on a trip together? I just happened to want to go back and see my teacher, and I have to trouble him for some things."

Since learning about this plan, Zhou Ziheng has been in an extremely excited state every day. He is a person who must spend a lot of time in advance to plan whatever he does, such as acting or writing a paper, and a typical rule of conduct for rigorous science men. But Xia Xiqing is just the opposite. He is casual, free and unordered, and he can count wherever he goes. Seeing the information collected by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing felt funny and unrestrained.

"Hey, you are following me to my alma mater, not traveling freely." Xia Xiqing poked Zhou Ziheng's forehead with his finger, "Why do you make yourself like a tour guide? Don't I recognize the way, Young Master Zhou?"

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

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

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng rushed to Xia Xiqing's body, put his head on his shoulder, and gently kissed his neck. It was not enough. He opened his mouth and bit his skin, and bit the blood vessels that were vaguely beating under the skin.

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

"Does it hurt?"

"Okay."

So he took another bite, which made Xia Xiqing gasp in pain. He pinched his face with both hands and pulled him up, rubbed and rubbed the beautiful face, and then inexplicably received another kiss.

He liked Zhou Ziheng too much. Xia Xiqing, who was unable to breathe, thought so.

On the first day of the weekday, the two of them flew to Italy in a low-key manner. After more than ten hours of flight, it was already early in the morning when they arrived in Florence. Due to the special nature of work, Zhou Ziheng never had any experience of traveling alone. Every time, Ronaldo and other staff followed him, and there were many people everywhere. But Xia Xiqing was not. He always went alone, especially when he was abroad.

"Where is our hotel?" Putting the suitcase in the trunk of the taxi, Zhou Ziheng got into the car and was close to Xia Xiqing, "Are you close?"

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

"Didn't book a hotel?" Zhou Ziheng didn't believe it, "Then where will we stay?"

"Sleeping in the streets." 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 a small seat, but the laughter was very cheerful. When he saw two young men with Asian faces, his first reaction was to speak to them in his poor English with a strong Italian accent, but Xia Xiqing directly answered in Italian, "You can speak Italian."

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

"I used to be a student of Fomei." Xia Xiqing smiled, raised her head, and told the driver the address they were going to. Coincidentally, the enthusiastic uncle lived nearby. After chatting for a while, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards their house late at night.

Zhou Ziheng sat aside, looking at Xia Xiqing. His Italian look was completely different from when he spoke Mandarin. There were many vivid expressions on his face. When pronunciating, he always pursed his lips inadvertently, and quickly pursed it. The little tongue hidden inside collided with his gums, making playful tremolo. Sometimes, he would make some gestures, and smiled at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"The houses here are all very beautiful, you have a lot of taste." The uncle praised them sincerely before getting off the bus.

"I feel so too." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.

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

"no." Xia Xiqing shook her head, "But I will consider renting a small car tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood beside him and looked blankly. He felt that Xia Xiqing was so cute when she said no. It was not like a negation sentence in English, with a very nasal sound. The initial pronunciation part was not the mouth, nor the vocal cords, but the nasal cavity.

His nose wrinkled slightly, and his nasal cavity made a sticky resonance similar to ems. His shoulders shrank a little, and with a gentle shaking of his head, the soft tongue face pressed against the upper palate and quickly left. All the small details formed such a small no.

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

"Then I wish you all a happy and beautiful oriental boys."

The driver drove away and placed them in a quiet alley, with beautiful houses full of Italian style on both sides. A sharp crescent moon hung in the narrow sky at the entrance of the alley, emitting a bright gray light.

Zhou Ziheng spoke, imitating Xia Xiqing's tone just now, "Are you talking about no just now?"

Xia Xiqing raised his right eyebrows and showed a surprised smile on his face. He was worthy of being a top student, but he wanted to tease Zhou Ziheng, so he shrugged his shoulders, "boh~"

Another cute tone, Zhou Ziheng's heart pounded restlessly again, and the strange tone that popped out of Xia Xiqing's mouth was as painful as the small pansy on the roadside.

"What does this mean?"

What Zhou Ziheng didn't know was that compared to a simple negative sentence, the tone of boh is more playful, indicating the meaning of "I don't know", which can be said at any time. Xia Xiqing also particularly likes to use this word when expressing it verbally.

“boh.”

"What does it mean?" Zhou Ziheng followed behind him with his suitcase. The two of them 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's footsteps stopped in front of the Western Blue Door, turned around, and said to Zhou Ziheng for the last time, "boh~"

After saying that, he stuck out his tongue. This malicious cuteness was a knowing blow to Zhou Ziheng. Before Xia Xiqing could do anything, Zhou Ziheng pressed against the blue door, put his arms around his waist and tightened it. Through the thin cotton top, two pairs of bodies with warm body temperature were pressed together.

The cold white moonlight passed by Zhou Ziheng's ears, illuminating Xia Xiqing's face, polishing the cunning smile on his face softly. Zhou Ziheng lowered his head, and his straight nose bridge slowly rubbed against Xia Xiqing's nose. His voice was very heavy, soaked in the night, and it was mellow.

"Are you a little bad?"

Xia Xiqing raised her head, her plump lips slightly opened, and her wet eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng's hanging eyes, and her hands were loosely placed on his cross bones. Let him rub it ambiguously.

It was not until Zhou Ziheng looked up at him again that Xia Xiqing spoke and said tempting words to him with the kindest and cleanest face.

"If you don't kiss me now, I will become worse."

This sentence mixed with too many soft sounds, which made Zhou Ziheng's heart wet. 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 the small suite, and the beige walls were reflected in warmth and beautiful.

"What does boh mean?"

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

"How come you don't know?" Zhou Ziheng also took another larger suitcase in, placed it side by side with his side, and then took Xia Xiqing's hand.

"boh means 'I, no, know, know'." Xia Xiqing pulled Zhou Ziheng's hand and pulled him to the small sofa in the living room to sit down. When his tired body fell into the soft sofa, he sighed sincerely and looked up at the ceiling with his head.

The decoration of this small house is very interesting. The furniture in the living room is beautiful in Italian classical style. Even the coffee cup is as exquisite as carvings of art. The brick-red ceiling is spliced ​​piece by piece by piece, but when you look closely, it seems to be painted. The crystal lamp on the ceiling reflects colorful glaze, and creates a large and small aperture on small pendants. But the house is full of fireworks. Many paintings are posted on the off-white walls, some of which are oil paintings with thick colors, but most of them are casual line drafts, which are a bit messy. There are pages that have been torn off from somewhere, and they are nailed to the wall with small silver pushpins.

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

"Is this the house you lived in before at school?"

"That's right." Xia Xiqing tilted his head to Zhou Ziheng's side neck, "I 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 that it was such a small one-bedroom suite. But when he thought about it, he felt that this was very similar to where Xia Xiqing should live.

"Didn't the landlord rent the house to someone else in the past year you've been away?"

Xia Xiqing shook her head, "The landlord is a very good grandma. I specially asked her to leave a house for me, and I would pay her rent regularly. Because at that time I didn't realize that I could stay in China for too long, I always have to come back." As she said that, Xia Xiqing began to emptie, "That grandma is seventy years old and lives on the first and second floors with his companions. They also have a very cute little granddaughter. Every morning, grandma would sit on a small stool at the door of the first floor, comb her hair. When I came downstairs, she would raise her hand enthusiastically, ciao~" He imitated the landlord's grandma and smiled again.

Zhou Ziheng likes to hear what he says. His poor imagination suddenly can have an effect at this time. Imagine Xia Xiqing's appearance of carrying a bag and saying hello to grandma.

"His companion is a shoemaker who repairs leather shoes. He has great skills and many people look for him, so he often brings his gadget box around. When he comes back, he always brings small flowers to his grandma, sometimes iris, and sometimes roses."

"Whenever I see him arrange flowers for his grandmother, I think, it's great to live." Xia Xiqing sighed with a smile, then fell down and pillowed on Zhou Ziheng's thighs, looking at the ceiling, and then floated from the ceiling to Zhou Ziheng's deep eyes.

He stretched out his fingers, gently stroked his high nose bridge, and moved down to Zhou Ziheng's lips, like the most gentle brush, carefully describing his lips shape.

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

Zhou Ziheng's heart pounded violently, as if he was gently poked by the slender finger. 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 of them changed into large T-shirts. Xia Xiqing sat cross-legged on the bed and fell into silence. Zhou Ziheng stood by the bed and helped him blow his hair, gently fiddled his hair with his fingers, and gently brushed his scalp across his scalp.

"Fortunately, the landlord and grandma always asks people to help me clean, so I can sleep directly, otherwise I will only clean the room for one night." Xia Xiqing looked at the wall, "But these on the wall are too messy."

He was talking about the paintings covered on the walls of the bedroom. Those things were actually not considered Xia Xiqing's products. They were all semi-finished products that vent their emotions, and some were even semi-finished products, just a mess of lines. Hearing him say this, Zhou Ziheng also focused on the paintings on the wall. To be honest, most of these paintings were abstract and even dark. Since he met Xia Xiqing, he rarely saw him painting such styles, and most of them were exquisite and elegant classical schools.

A large oil painting is directly opposite the middle of the bed, which is much more complete than the others. The human face on the painting looks like a human face, but it is divided into many pieces by lines, just like the face in a broken mirror, the eyes are red, the cheeks are black, the lips are pale, and each fragment is of different colors, which makes it a strange feeling.

Under his thin face, there was a black heart, which was the most realistic part of the whole painting. The blood vessels connecting the heart flowed with black blood, watering the heart like venom.

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

Zhou Ziheng could feel his emotional changes. Even he himself didn't know the principle of this, just as if the hearts of the two of them were tied up by a thin red thread. As long as there was a little movement in Xia Xiqing's heart, the thread would be pulled and pulled his heart.

It seems to be saying, hey, the person you like is sad.

Zhou Ziheng turned off the hair dryer, rubbed Xia Xiqing's hair, and kissed him twice, "What's wrong?" He looked at Xia Xiqing's eyes and kept looking at the painting, so he tried to ask, "What is that painting."

Xia Xiqing's voice was not too emotional, as if he was answering the weather today, "My self-portrait." After saying that, he added, "The self-portrait of the past." It seemed that adding this sentence would make Zhou Ziheng feel less distressed. However, even he 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 very soft, "Let's go to bed."

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

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

"Do you know why I rented this house?" Xia Xiqing still closed his eyes. He was always inexplicably stubborn in some place.

“Because it’s small, the small house won’t be spaced.”

"Yeah." 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 my class. At that time, Italian was not good. Many times, others scolded me behind my back, and I could only rely on my eyes to distinguish it."

Zhou Ziheng frowned and said, "What are you scolding you?"

"Freak, she looks like a woman, or something..." Xia Xiqing sighed, "But actually I don't mind that much. Compared to what I did when I was a child, it's nothing. And later I became the social center of this circle, which is quite ironic."

"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 myself to a more dangerous situation." Xia Xiqing pulled the corner of his mouth, "He once refused to let me draw, let me study around and wander around Europe."

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

"Yeah." Xia Xiqing suddenly raised her eyes, "I was like that at that time, I won't lie to you."

Of course I don't want you to see my dark side, of course I hope to cover up those scars, those ugly and dilapidated areas, and all my weak and decadent lonely times. But how can I say that these are not me.

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

Because you showed up, give me love I have never had before. Tell me, I am beautiful.

Then I... believe it for a moment.

Xia Xiqing's consciousness gradually fell into a soft place, like a cloud, but deeper than the clouds. He vaguely felt that the people around him had left, but he didn't know it was a dream, and he felt panic, and then stretched out his hand to hug him tightly. The consciousness collapsed and passed away little by little.

When he woke up the next day, the sun had already filled the entire small bedroom, sprinkled on the light green summer quilt they had covered. The summer breeze teased the curtains and knocked on the glass window with a ray of rose fragrance. Xia Xi woke up and raised his hand to cover the sunshine with the back of his hand. He opened his eyes only when his consciousness gradually returned to his soft body.

Zhou Ziheng was still sleeping, and his sleeping face looked very good. In the past, he always got up in a hurry when he was at home. Xia Xiqing rarely saw his sleeping face, so he lay on his side and looked at it for a while. When he fell asleep, every edge became soft, like a distant mountain with heavy fog.

Xia Xiqing thought about whether he should buy him some local specialty breakfast, so he sat up, turned his neck, and prepared to get out of bed and wash. Strangely, he found a box of colored pencils on the table beside the bed, which was scattered all over the table, and there were several waste paper balls.

I didn't take it too seriously at first, but when he looked directly at the wall opposite, he couldn't help but be stunned.

The self-portrait of myself was gone, and it was covered with the center of the painting. There was a poorly skilled and even a little funny painting. It was painted with a boy's face, and the smile was so brilliant. The color of the colored lead was soft, like a child's painting drawn by a child.

He walked over with confusion and looked carefully. It turned out that there was a line of words written at the bottom, and the beautiful handwriting was more childish.
Chapter completed!