When Zhou Ziheng woke up, his first reaction was to stretch out his arms. The bed was empty and Xia Xiqing was no longer in the room. The jet lag felt uncomfortable, but it also caused a common occurrence for a star like him. Zhou Ziheng sat up, and the sun was so abundant that he couldn't help but squint his eyes. The painting opposite was still hanging, but it looked really not very good at painting.

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

He remembered the self-portrait he took off last night, so he got off from 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 wanted to take this painting back and hide it secretly. With this idea, Zhou Ziheng put away the canvas and placed it at the bottom of his box.

When he finished washing and came out, 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 roll. As soon as he opened the blue iron door, he heard Xia Xiqing's voice. It turned out that he was standing downstairs and chatting with the landlord grandmother 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 the moment when he looked at Xia Xiqing like this, especially his spirited look.

The old lady was the same as he described it, wearing a dark green skirt with yellow print, with gray hair and a very kind look. When Xia Xiqing spoke to her, her long legs would spread apart a lot, and she supported her hands on her thighs, and her head tilted her head and looked at her grandma with her beautiful eyes. With the light blue striped short-sleeved shirt and dark blue knee-length shorts he wore, she looked like a cute high school student.

After a while, a little girl in a pink dress suddenly ran out, like a flapping little skylark, and immediately hugged Xia Xiqing's legs. Xia Xiqing smiled happily and squatted down, hugged the little girl and pressed her face to the left and right.

Xia Xiqing is really beautiful. No matter how many times he sees it, he feels it this way. When he thinks of this, Zhou Ziheng has the idea of ​​not embarrassing him. He thinks that his hair was a little slept a little, so he put the roll in his mouth and bit it, freed up his hand to press his hair, scrub his light green T-shirt, and lowered his head to pat the bread crumbs on it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little girl in Xia Xiqing's arms suddenly raised her head, pointed to the sky and shouted a language that Zhou Ziheng couldn't understand. Now the three of them looked up together. The old lady's surprised expression was very interesting. She reached her mouth and sent out a cute tone, then lowered her head and talked to Xia Xiqing, and her tone seemed to be asking.

A mistake, a mistake. Zhou Ziheng was panicked and took the bread stuffed in his mouth, and smiled awkwardly at the person below, and his hands pressed his raised hair with great confidence.

Xia Xiqing smiled with her lips pursed, and the little girl also asked as she imitated her grandmother's words. He pinched the little girl's face and answered in English.

“myboy.”

His voice was too gentle, very light, but it was still sent to Zhou Ziheng's ears by the warm wind in June.

For some reason, he even felt that myboy was more exciting than myboyfriend.

Xia Xiqing raised his head and shouted to the stunned Zhou Ziheng, "Come down."

"Oh." Zhou Ziheng walked down the stairs and finished all the bread. He heard the little girl pester Xia Xiqing in English, which was not very skillful, and asked, "Then... am I your girl?"

Xia Xiqing pursed her lips and said, "Well... let's do it, you are my little girl before you find your boy." After hearing this, the little guy was very happy. He ran to the small potted plant at his doorstep and grabbed a red mini rose and came over to give it to Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing didn't want it, but she just wanted to give it to her, and even put the flowers in Xia Xiqing's ears.

"nowyouremyboy." The little girl said sternly, teasing the landlord grandmother who was standing aside.

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

Xia Xiqing hit Zhou Ziheng with her shoulder and said in Chinese, "Why are you still serious about the child?"

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

The little girl pouted and thought for a while. She ran to pick a little daisy, and put the flower next to Zhou Ziheng's ear.

“andyouremyboy!”

Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng looked at each other, and then couldn't help laughing. The landlord grandmother was also very happy and said to her little granddaughter, "You can't just see a beautiful boy saying such things to him."

The two chatted with the landlord grandmother at the door for a while. Xia Xiqing glanced at the watch and agreed with the professor, so she left the landlord's family for a while and took Zhou Ziheng to the Academy of Fine Arts. Zhou Ziheng took off the daisy in his ear, pinched it in his hand and turned the thin flower stem, held Xia Xiqing's hand with the other hand, and pulled him to his side.

Xia Xiqing glanced at him, smiled and held Zhou Ziheng's hand. The happiness in his heart could not be suppressed, like soda that was shaken violently, and opened the bottle cap with a bang, and sweet bubbles rushed out wildly, doing nothing. Xia Xiqing felt that he was now infected by Zhou Ziheng, like a teenager. When he saw him looking at him, he felt warm all over, wanting to hug him and kiss him.

He even thought that if he could live in that small rental house with Zhou Ziheng for the rest of his life, he would be very happy.

On the way, I met a little boy selling handmade cookies. Zhou Ziheng bought a large box and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's mouth one by one. Xia Xiqing shook his head and said he would not eat it anymore, so he stuffed it into his mouth.

This small house is not far from the Academy of Fine Arts. It arrived shortly after walking. As soon as she entered from the door, Xia Xiqing received a call from her instructor. The instructor's office was on the second floor, and there was a small garden downstairs. Zhou Ziheng sat alone on the bench waiting for Xia Xiqing.

When Xia Xiqing left school and returned to China, it was actually the mentor's suggestion. This time, when he came back, he wanted to take away some of the works he had posted here, and on the other hand, he wanted to say goodbye to him formally.

Professor bianchi stood up as soon as he saw him, and walked around the desk and gave him a hug, "Long time no see, Qing." He is a middle-aged man of forty-five years, dressed very carefully, and his collar scarf is of different colors every day.

"Long time no see. Are you doing well lately?"

Professor bianchi shrugged, "Of course. But if you are by your side to help me, I might be better."

Italian men are very good at speaking, no matter how old they are, Xia Xiqing has gotten used to it, he said, "God bless you, don't cause trouble for me like me."

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

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

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

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and stared at a document on his desk. The handwritten fonts on it were very beautiful. He raised his eyebrows, "Yes, I would never have thought that such a day would come."

"That person must be an angel." The professor laughed, "otherwise how could he be fascinated by you."

You really got it. Xia Xiqing's ear tips began to burn.

"I have to say that your condition is very different from before. You were too melancholy before, and you were obviously filled with negative emotions in your heart, and you still have to laugh deliberately. I have always been worried about you." The professor sighed long, "But now, I can see that you are very happy. The face on you is sincere, and I am really happy for you."

Xia Xiqing was a little moved. At that time, he just locked his gloomy side in his heart. Although he looked sociable and popular on the outside, his paintings could not deceive people.

"I'm... very happy now." Xia Xiqing's face was filled with shallow ripples with the breeze, "It was him who changed me."

Saved me.

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

"You are not saved, it is your tenacity that makes you wait for him."

Xia Xiqing's nose felt sore. He couldn't stand his increasingly fluctuating emotions and his fragile and sensitive heart, but he had to admit that such words were touching.

He suddenly wanted to introduce it to the professor, although he thought that doing this was a bit naive and seemed to be showing off something. But he hoped that the professor could take a look and see how beautiful Zhou Ziheng was.

After some confusion, Xia Xiqing stood up and said, "He is right below. Do you want to see him?"

"Of course."

The two walked to the window of the office together. Looking down at the lush garden from above, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but be stunned. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the bench, spread his hands, three or five white pigeons flew into his hands, pecking at his palm, and two stupid little pigeons flew to his shoulders, and their little claws clenched his mint top.

Zhou Ziheng's face was full of patience and gentleness. When the little pigeon finished eating, he took out a piece from the box, crushed it and placed it in the palm of his hand. The light was not dark and his hair was soft and shining.

"He is really an angel." The professor had a completely [I knew] expression, but soon, a relief appeared on his face, "Qing, I'm very happy to see what you are now."

Xia Xiqing turned her head, her eyes clear, "Thank you."

When he went downstairs, most of the pigeon had left, only a small one was standing on the bench, paced back and forth, as if he was very busy. Zhou Ziheng stared at the little pigeon, and it was so funny no matter how he looked. He turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and immediately stood up when he saw Xia Xiqing, "Is it over?"

Xia Xiqing nodded and walked to him. Seeing Zhou Ziheng pick up the empty cookie box, he teased him, "Where is the cookies?"

"Ah? It's over." Zhou Ziheng put his shoulders on his shoulders, "I thought you didn't like to eat."

"I don't like eating, so you can give it to 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, and a middle-aged man stood at the window on the second floor, smiling at them.

I felt like seeing the parents, Zhou Ziheng grabbed the back of his head awkwardly and raised his head toward his mentor.

"I said I wanted to meet someone earlier, so I should have a look."

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

This sentence is useful. Zhou Ziheng directly pressed his head with his hand that was holding his shoulder and kissed Xia Xiqing on the side face.

Xia Xiqing wiped her face pretending to be disgusted and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, but the look on her face could not be hidden. A young and tall Italian boy came towards her. Xia Xiqing didn't care much, but the next second the other party actually called out his name.

“hey,tsing!”

The steps stopped, Xia Xiqing looked in the voice, and before he could speak, the young man with brown hair quickly walked up, hugged him enthusiastically, saying that he had not seen him for a long time, his face full of surprise.

"Long time..." Before he finished speaking, his hand was grabbed by a force and turned to look around. Zhou Ziheng's expression suddenly changed. He was not as sweet and obedient as he had just now. He was full of aggressiveness and hostility was placed on his face, for fear that the other party would not be able to see it.

It's a wolf transformation without warning.

"This is..." The young man looked at Zhou Ziheng. The atmosphere was a little awkward, but he was still smiling.

"Lucas, he is my boyfriend." Xia Xiqing spoke decisively and simply, 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 though Xia Xiqing said that, he was still worried, and his eyes were full of defense when he looked at him.

"He looks so handsome." Lucas completely ignored Zhou Ziheng's childish desire for possessiveness, and focused on his face that combines Eastern and Western beauty and an extraordinary good figure. "The proportion is also very good, and it is very suitable for drawing human bodies. Is it mixed-blood, or is it the same as you?"

Although his relationship with Lucas was pretty good before, Xia Xiqing still couldn't stand Lucas looking up and down with such explicit eyes. Especially those who are both studying art, he knew very well that they both had the ability to see through the human body. When he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable, as if he was touched by someone.

He never thought he would have such a strong desire to possess.

So Xia Xiqing immediately changed the topic, "Are you back from outside?"

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

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

"Do you have dinner together tonight? I have recently opened a good small bar."

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

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

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

Xia Xiqing suddenly came out, "Yes, he said you look ugly."

"I don't look ugly!" Zhou Ziheng usually doesn't care about other people's views at all, especially his evaluation of his appearance. But today he cared very much, thinking about pressing the hair on his head with his hands, "I think I look better than most of the people here."

Why is it so cute? Xia Xiqing kept touching his chin, "It's not most people, it's everyone."

After saying that, he added briskly, "We Hengheng are the most handsome."

When Xia Xiqing took him out, he kept looking at his watch, as if he was rushing for something. The sun gradually moved up to the middle of the sky, and the entire Florence was shining brightly, with dark gray ground, winding alleys, and brick-red roofs all over the city. Not far away stood a very tall building, majestic and solemn. When shuttled here, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt like a reckless romantic feeling of Roman holidays.

Looking at Xia Xiqing's back, he suddenly felt that Xia Xiqing should live in this kind of place. He had this feeling when he was in Wuhan. Whether it was in the noisy night market full of fireworks or the streets of Feilengcui filled with artistic atmosphere, Xia Xiqing's existence was always so appropriate and natural.

"I originally wanted to take you to see David from the Academy of Fine Arts, which was the original work." Xia Xiqing dragged his wrist and slowed down a little. He was about to arrive. In front of him was the brick red dome of the Cathedral of the Virgin Mary.

"Then why didn't you see it?" Zhou Ziheng followed him. This Gothic church nearly 100 meters high had almost attracted all his attention. The outer fishbone marble decoration had a gorgeous sense of stacking, milky white marble, dark green glaze, and ubiquitous classical sculptures. It was so exquisite that it didn't look like a church at all, like some extremely precious work of art.

"The original works are shocking, but I want you to see this more. No, I'm listening to this."

Xia Xiqing's steps suddenly stopped and stopped in front of an extremely tall building. He looked down at his watch.

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

Hearing Zhou Ziheng say this, Xia Xiqing couldn't help but get up, "You are very awesome, Xiao Zhou."

“That’s.”

Zhou Ziheng was still trying to speak, but suddenly, the long bell rang, and the roar of metal collision was dragged and lengthened, piercing the clouds and splitting stones, hitting the heart. He felt that his body was no longer independent, and was frozen by the solemn and shocked ancient bell. His whole body seemed to be penetrated by electric current, and even his soul trembled with the shocking sound waves.

Just when he was stunned, Xia Xiqing kissed him. A soft and soft kiss seemed to be a cloud peeled off by the bell, floating leisurely on his lips.

Xia Xiqing looked at his eyes, and the sun shone generously on his fair face, like the white angel carefully carved in the church.

"Actually, when we first met, I was fascinated by your voice." His eyes were filled with softness, which was a slightly cool mountain stream after the spring snow melted. "I want to tell you many times that when I listen to you, I always remember the bells of Baihua Cathedral."

He didn't tell him the truth because it was too mysterious, and it was indeed sincere in association and sigh. Unlike other words that were said during the teasing, it was unconscious. If he told him, it seemed to hold his heart to him.

Very dangerous, too real.

When Xia Xiqing said this, Zhou Ziheng inadvertently thought of the analogy he had made to himself - Luo Dan's kiss. Whether it was deliberately teasing or real expression, Xia Xiqing could always use these extremely precious works of art to describe himself, making him feel that there is no virtue or ability.

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and stroked Xia Xiqing's neck with his palms. The heavy and magnetic sounds and the bells echoing in the ancient city created a harmonious and wonderful resonance, "Where does it look like?"

When the last bell at hourly moment left a long tail sound, Xia Xiqing told him in the gentlest voice.
Chapter completed!