Xia Xiqing never felt that she would be moved by others.

He always tells others that the biggest misunderstanding of love is that he always regards the fluctuations of ambiguous emotions as heartbeats, and uses the disorder of his heartbeat at that moment as a proof to confirm that he falls into the net. In too many cases, some fluctuations are not the ripples of wrinkles on the lake. After that moment, it is quickly smoothed out.

He was not sure whether his mood swings were the moment when ripples bloomed, he was only sure that he enjoyed the moment.

"I can't even hold the gun." Zhou Ziheng shook the a·u·g in his hand, with a successful smile on his face.

The last words just now were just a joke. Xia Xiqing tried to find clues to prove his guess from the statement on his face. The difficulty was not low, after all, he was facing an actor.

The two of them were just having fun.

Thinking of the fact that Xia Xiqing had a lot less burden, he pursed his lower lip and looked frivolous, "It doesn't matter if the gun is unstable, let you try my other guns next time."

Zhou Ziheng smiled, why are people so persistent, "I tried it last time, but it was not very stable, and I got angry as soon as I wiped it out."

"You're resting now." Xia Xiqing kicked his calf and shin, and was avoided by Zhou Ziheng and hugged him in his arms.

"Just, joke."

"Don't hug me." Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Don't hug me like a woman."

Zhou Ziheng heard the words twice from him. He guessed whether Xia Xiqing had introduced what he liked before. The idea of ​​"I'm not too conscious". The bigger thing is, Xia Xiqing just wanted to occupy the dominant position.

"Then you hug me." Zhou Ziheng spread his arms.

Xia Xiqing glanced at him, and was so tall that she looked like a girl no matter how she hugged her.

"Get out, who wants to hold you?" Xia Xiqing wanted to take the gun from his hand. As soon as he reached out, Zhou Ziheng grabbed it, and said anxiously, "You have injured your hand?"

Injured? Xia Xiqing was a little confused, but soon reacted again.

"Ah, that's red pigment. I accidentally got it, not blood."

Zhou Ziheng breathed a sigh of relief and tried to rub it. It was indeed a paint, "I was shocked. You were drawing in front of the door."

"Ah?...Hmm." Xia Xiqing was a little uncomfortable with being cared for by others. He calmly put his hand away, took away the gun from Zhou Ziheng's hand, put on his earmuffs and started practicing shooting again.

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to ask what painting he was painting, but when he saw that he was like this, he didn't ask much. He sat aside and took his cell phone. Today, he was busy auditioning, having a meeting with the screenwriter and director, and having dinner with the investor at night. He was dizzy and didn't even read WeChat.

Sure enough, WeChat messages were full of information. Zhou Ziheng picked up a few important work information and replied first, and in a blink of an eye he saw the news from Shang Sirui again.

[Si Rui: Ziheng! Have you seen Xi Qingxin?]

[Si Rui: Share pictures.]

Zhou Ziheng saw the watercolor painting from Shang Sirui. It was a scene at the end of his sophomore year. The ppt displayed in the upper right corner had a dark red background.

It turned out to be a painting.

[Ziheng: He sent you?]

[Si Rui: No, I saved it on his Weibo.]

When Zhou Ziheng saw the message, he immediately opened Weibo and found that he had received a lot of unfollowed people. He clicked in and saw that it was indeed the painting posted by Xia Xiqing.

[Self-study girl rushed to the duck: @Zhou Ziheng, come in to see the paintings you drew!]

[Who doesn't like self-study: @Zhou Ziheng, what is it like to fall in love with a painter?]

[Study CP Universe is the sweetest: @Zhou Ziheng, I announce that you and a beautiful artist are locked, and I swallow the key!]

My wife?

What is the new saying?

In addition to the overwhelming CP fans' speeches, there are Zhou Ziheng who found Xia Xiqing's Weibo fans.

[Ziheng Universe  Attack: Thank you for sharing.]

[Zhou Ziheng’s wife: Thank you, my wife. Please respect yourself if you don’t have some xipime powder. If you have too much brain supplement, it is a disease.]

[I, Heng Chao A: Xipi powder is screaming so hard, Zhou Ziheng can't stand it anymore, okay? I was really convinced by Lagua.]

...

Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips.

Is he straight? If it was the past, it should be quite straight, but now it will...

Moreover, the degree of CP fans' imagination should be similar to the level of real progress they are now...

The more quarrels and the more powerful the comments, Xia Xiqing's only fans also came, and she looked like she was [bullying me, the little painter has no fans] to protect her.

Really, you shouldn't be the one who protects the girl if you want to protect her.

Zhou Ziheng clicked forward and entered a line of words.

[@Zhou Ziheng: Thank you, my wife.]

He didn't think something was wrong. In the circle, it seemed that they were all called "Painter" and "Big Wife". But the CP fans below went crazy.

[Maybe you are doing self-study too: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[My CP loves and kills each other: Damn it, I call you a madam!! I really call you a madam!]

[Happy self-study: Zhou Ziheng is awesome! [Bayin (If I had such a beautiful wife, I would be very awesome too)]

[Self-study girls love: Ahh, the tears of self-study girls are worthless, Zhou Ziheng, why are you so spoiled? (How does some poisons taste like being steamed and slapped in the face? It's enough to run to Xi Qing's Weibo.)]

[Self-study girl: It's really exciting to do self-study,  years.]

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Ziheng looked up and found that Xia Xiqing took off his glasses and earmuffs, shook his beautiful black hair and walked towards him.

"Ah? Browse Weibo..."

Xia Xiqing stretched, "I originally wanted to hit a ten-ring one, but it was so difficult." He sat next to Zhou Ziheng.

"Stop hitting, if you hit it, your arm will hurt very much." Zhou Ziheng stood up, "Let's go home."

"I'm hungry." Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng with his face raised. His eyes were very big among boys, with deep double eyelids and long and dense eyelashes. He always had the illusion of eyelinering without makeup. His dark pupils were always bright and moist. He always smiled frivolously and gentlely. When he didn't do anything, he exuded a pure and pity.

Zhou Ziheng pulled him up, "I have Cordyceps chicken soup that my mother gave me yesterday. Let me go and eat the one below."

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The last time I went to Zhou Ziheng's house, Xia Xiqing kissed him forcibly. When he thought of something, he felt a little bad on his face. On the other hand, he was a little puzzled. Zhou Ziheng was so angry, why are he fooling around with him now?

"You wear my slippers." Zhou Ziheng took a pair of navy blue slippers and placed them in front of him.

Xia Xiqing said oh, as if he remembered something, "I can wear my own one at home." Anyway, it's just two steps. Zhou Ziheng took another pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet, which looked like they were used for guests. He didn't look up, "If you dislike my shoes, go get your own."

Sorrowful. Xia Xiqing laughed, "I don't, am I afraid of letting you down?" After that, he changed into Zhou Ziheng's slippers, which were very soft, but much bigger.

"Your feet are so big."

"I'm 1.92 meters."

"Oh, that's amazing."

"Just amazing."

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time. Xia Xiqing was wailing and hungry, and walked to the living room without seeing any discomfortable slippers. Last time he came, he was just lying around with Zhou Ziheng in the entrance hall, but he didn't look in. When he was just now, he realized that there was a large swimming pool in Zhou Ziheng's living room.

"You are so rich, you look like a rich man." Xia Xiqing squatted by the swimming pool, put his fingers in and lifted the water surface, "I'll chisel one tomorrow."

"Don't you feel tired?" Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and put it on the sofa, walked to the refrigerator and opened the double-opening door. "Isn't it great if you want to swim in."

After saying this, he regretted a little. He was too busy and Xia Xiqing couldn't go wherever he wanted to swim.

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything. He originally wanted to say what if their relationship broke down in the end, just like he and the little ones before, and now he has no contact. He felt that it would be too embarrassing to say something, and it didn't look like a physical relationship at all, but it seemed like he was in a real relationship.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to say something." Xia Xiqing stood up and jumped a few times while pretending to be relaxed. Zhou Ziheng thought he was about to jump down now, so he hurriedly said, "I didn't turn on the constant temperature."

"I don't swim now, I'm almost starving to death." Xia Xiqing dragged his foot to Zhou Ziheng's sofa and lay down, and sighed comfortably. Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he turned on the TV and stuffed the remote control into his hand. The TV was broadcasting a boring idol drama of 8 o'clock, with a strange voice. The sound of Zhou Ziheng cooking in the kitchen, the jingle of metal collision, and the sound of rumble and rumble cooking soup, mixed together, full of fireworks.

Xia Xiqing, who was lying on the sofa, was quiet and a little uncomfortable. He hadn't felt it for a long time.

It seems like... I have a home.

As soon as his thoughts came, he pressed down desperately, trying to divert his attention and make himself look less pity. The only thing he could do was to do his best to complain about the TV series.

"Who made the filter for this drama? The saturation is to blind the audience's eyes."

"The heroine's skirt...I am really incompetent in my current costume style. Zhou Ziheng, you must not act in idol dramas, if you act, I will lose my fans immediately."

"There is no longer a press of Newton's coffin board."

"Actually, the male protagonist looks pretty good. If his nose is taller, it will look even better. His eyebrows and eyes are erect and three-dimensional."

It's not that bad compared to Zhou Ziheng.

As he was talking, Zhou Ziheng brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup and left, put it on the coffee table with a sound, his face turned gloomy.

"How fast?" Xia Xiqing sat up from the sofa, "Why are you looking at me?"

"I see if you can be full by looking at handsome guys?" Zhou Ziheng turned around and walked to take his own portion. Xia Xiqing knelt on the sofa and put his hands on the upper edge of the backrest of the sofa, and smiled at Zhou Ziheng's back, "Look at you, be 70% full. If you go, you will be very full."

It was true that Zhou Ziheng came with another bowl, "Then you watch the one on TV."

"Then forget it." Xia Xiqing sat down and picked up the chopsticks. "I have a high aesthetic standard. You can only be considered a handsome guy in the circle."

"Battle?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Xia Xiqing stayed on the sofa and sat on the carpet, and quickly took his own bowl of noodles to avoid Zhou Ziheng threatening it. "It's just a little worse than me." The soup in the bowl was golden, and Xia Xiqing blew open the green green onion and took a sip, "It's delicious, your aunt is so skilled."

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to say that my mother had good skills, but he didn't want to say anything like that in front of Xia Xiqing.

After eating a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, Xia Xiqing felt hot all over his internal organs and sweated a lot. He unbuttoned his two shirts, rested his arms on the bent legs, and his chin lazily leaned on his knees, even his voice became lazy, like a cat that was full of the sun.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly wanted to buy a cat.

After eating and drinking, Xia Xiqing opened the Weibo post and found that Zhou Ziheng had reposted his Weibo post and wrote [Thank you, my wife]. He was anxious, "Damn Zhou Ziheng, are you crazy? You can call me as well?"

"Is there anything wrong? Don't everyone say the same thing?" Zhou Ziheng pretended to be stupid.

"You..." Xia Xiqing held her breath, "You, I deleted my Weibo."

"Then you can't delete it. If you delete it, you will be on the hot search." Zhou Ziheng took a sip of water, "Originally, only my fan circle knew about it, but the entire network knew about it as soon as you delete it."

"You! OK, you're awesome." Although Xia Xiqing was angry, Zhou Ziheng was telling the truth. He didn't want everyone to know that he would be laughed at by Xia Zhixu's group of people. Thinking of it, he just wanted to turn the article quickly and pick up a question and say it, "There is a male actor who has a lot of resources recently."

"Yes." Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the sofa, looked down at Xia Xiqing who was watching TV. Although he didn't want to hear Xia Xiqing sitting at his home talking about other men, he seemed not angry at him when he saw him, and he was a little compromised, and even wanted to sell the news from his colleagues to please him. So Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's shoulder with his knee, "Do you want to listen to gossip?"

Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "Is there a melon?"

His hand was placed on Zhou Ziheng's knee and shook it, making Zhou Ziheng's heart confused. Moreover, when he looked down from an angle, Xia Xiqing's chest was fully visible. Zhou Ziheng looked up and stood upright on the TV. "Actually, I don't have much melons in my usual situation. I only knew about the things in many circles after seeing paparazzi exposed them."

Well, Xia Xiqing believes it a little bit.

"When I was having a social engagement in the evening, the investor who came was quite unreliable. The words I said at the dinner made me very embarrassed. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he started to tell Director Kun that he wanted to put a role."

Xia Xiqing pointed to the male protagonist on the TV, "Just him?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "He drank too much and kept saying that the actor was good-looking and exciting. The more he said the signs became more wrong. I couldn't even come up with it."

Dare you are the financial owner. Xia Xiqing chuckled, "What about?"

"Director Kun said, let's talk about it, the script has not yet come down." When talking about the script, Zhou Ziheng said again, "That man has been filling Xu Jie wine, but he was stopped by Director Kun and I."

"Fuck? He still wants to mess with Xu Qichen?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, and his face changed. Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him.

"No, he didn't drink, he didn't say a few words throughout the whole process."

Of course, Xu Qichen just looks gentle, but in fact he is more stubborn than anyone else. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Even I, Chenchen, dares to move. I can't let that person know about it, otherwise I will not be blown up."

When Zhou Ziheng heard that he called Xu Dr. Chenchen, he felt even more upset. After holding it in a while, he didn't think about the wording of the question. Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing spoke first, "Xu Qichen and I are high school classmates. I dare to bet with you, you can't meet a poor child."

The child's name also made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.

"Originally, my family is happy. After the high school entrance examination, I went to a car accident. My parents left. When I woke up all night, he was the only one left." Xia Xiqing sighed, "When he was in high school, he was autistic. If he hadn't been foolish and obsessed with him, he would have been unable to think about it and committed suicide."

Zhou Ziheng never expected that the gentle and polite screenwriter would encounter some, "And what?"

"Everything was getting better, and he became much more cheerful. Who knew that at that time someone rumored that he was gay and made rumors that he had an inappropriate relationship with the head teacher, which forced him to transfer to school." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng, "Do you want to ask if he is really gay?"

"He fell in love with the guy who was pestering him, but he had always had a crush on him. In fact, that person also liked him. The two of them were kept in the dark for ten years like stupidity, and even cut off contact because of that rumor. There was no news from each other for several years."

His voice was a little hoarse, "A person like Xu Qichen, no matter how bad he becomes, he will never be able to tell the difference. He has always been kind and dared to hurt himself because he has someone he always likes, and he doesn't want to be seen by that person."

Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, but he sensed the fluctuations of Xia Xiqing's mood.

Xia Xiqing raised his chin, his eyes still staring ahead, his voice full of contempt, "I'm different. If I'm hurt, I have to do everything possible to retaliate. If I'm not feeling well, no one can think of it. Everyone can't run away and they have to accompany me in pain. Anyway, there is no one in the world who dares not become bad, and it doesn't matter if I'm rotten."

It really doesn't matter.

When he was very young, he tried his best to take the exam for the whole school. He saved the certificates like stamps. He ran to his parents to see them. He only looked at them and praised them when he was in a good mood. He only cared about life and only had endless fights. Later he found that he was fighting outside. When he got home, he heard his parents say a few more words. Even if he scolded him, it was much better than usual when he didn't exist. He became worse and worse, skipped classes and drank, so he got more "care" when he took the exam.

Very ironic.

My heart was so cold that it was sore. But my hair was suddenly rubbed.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the carpet, stretched out his hands and hugged Xia Xiqing in his arms, and kissed his hair several times while he was not careful, "I think what you just said is wrong."

Xia Xiqing was hugged tightly by him, and he couldn't understand Zhou Ziheng's thoughts, "What did you say?"

Zhou Ziheng patted his back gently, his voice was extremely gentle, "I said you were wrong. He was not the most pitiful child I have ever met."

Before the following sentence was said, Xia Xiqing had already started to get angry and was about to push him, but Zhou Ziheng hugged him tighter.

"Whoever pushes me is the most pitiful child." His voice was filled with a warm smile, which sounded like a joke. Somehow, it soothes Xia Xiqing's anxiety. He felt that he was too embarrassing. He was underestimated by a guy five years younger than him. He couldn't help but sniff, "I'm not anyway."

"Yes. You are not." Zhou Ziheng hugged him like a child, and he also picked up Xia Xiqing's hand and placed it on his back. His long legs bent and clamped him in the middle, changing the posture of the two of them embracing each other, and they couldn't escape.

"Who is that?" Xia Xiqing's tone was not kind, but he did not put down his hand that was forced to stick to his back.

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head, and wrapped his whole body in his arms. His voice was light and warm, like a feather-shaped marshmallow, floating down slowly, swaying for a long time, and finally floated to Xia Xiqing's hand, "Yes, who is it?"

After the upward ending sound ended, Zhou Ziheng laughed in his ear.
Chapter completed!