When he got up the next day, Zhou Xiqing was gone again, and Xia Xiqing was lying on the bed wearing a circle of pajamas and pajamas.

The whole bed was filled with Zhou heng's smell, which smelled very nicely. He glanced at his phone and found that it was 10:30 in the morning, and there were two more news.

[Moral Model: I have to walk the red carpet today, and I will probably go back very late. There is a bagel sandwich left for you in the refrigerator.]

Xia Xiqing felt that she had accumulated virtue in her previous life and would find such a cannon friend. She stretched her waist, and Xia Xiqing got up and opened the curtains. The sunshine in early May met him head-on, feeling comfortable. When she opened the curtain, she found that the bedroom window was a very bay window with a layer of gray blanket. Xia Xiqing sat down and found that there were many scattered papers on the bay window, with notes and stacks of information.

These are all the handwriting of Zhou Qingheng. Xia Xiqing flipped it out casually and found that many of them were information about AIDS, such as the early symptoms of AIDS, and the analysis and research of AIDS patients on psychological basis. The notes were remembered in detail, and even the inner activities and performances of the characters were written next to those symptoms and psychological manifestations.

So serious. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but compare to those young actors who take on and film on the show now, Zhou heng is really a clear stream, with a high age and talent, and he is so hard.

There is so much information, it seems that he really wants to play this role well.

Taking the clothes and changing shoes, Xia Xiqing was about to go back to his house. Before he was at the door, he remembered Zhou 's WeChat message, and he turned it back and took away the bagel sandwich that he had left for him in the refrigerator. When he was on the refrigerator door, he found that his refrigerator was covered with a pile of physical formulas that he couldn't understand.

Terrible science man.

Xia Xiqing returned to her house to wash and clean up. As soon as she changed her clothes, she received a call from her previous deputy tutor. She thought he was just a daily mind, but she didn't expect that this time she was trying to persuade him to work.

"I think you are suitable for colleges and universities. The environment here is very relaxing. You can enjoy a lot of resources and create your own heart."

"Is that true?" Xia Xiqing politely said, "I haven't thought about my future plans yet. Of course, I will consider your suggestions carefully by my teacher."

"Do not bury your talent whether you come or not."

Talent.

These two words Xia Xiqing said were extremely heavy. As early as when he was studying Buddhist beauty, he was praised by others as being talented. He was criticized by many critics, saying that his works were too dark and unpleasant. Some called it spiritual energy, and some called it heretics. But no matter what, the original  could indeed draw something that was discussed.

But now, Xia Xiqing knows more than anyone else that he has entered a bottleneck period of creation and a confusion period. When he started writing, he has no place to belong. He locked up all his previous paintings and was unwilling to see them again. The sparks of creation are declining, which makes him wonder whether he is really talented. Or is the spiritual energy he used to be constantly overdrawing the nightmare of...

I endured the pain and squeezed the black pus from my heart bit by bit, spread them onto the drawing paper, and called it creation.

Why is he so sad?

Xia Xiqing closed her eyes and leaned her head in the hanging chair. The ringtone of the cell phone rang again. She thought Professor Wang had nothing to say before he could finish his words. He answered without even reading, "Teacher..."

"You can call me a teacher now." There was a clear and soft voice on the other end of the phone.

It was Xu Qichen. Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and said, "That's not right, Teacher Xu, Editor Xu."

"Don't make fun of me. I didn't sleep all night last night, so I'm relying on coffee to prosper my life."

Xia Xiqing came out of the chair and walked to the balcony to lit a cigarette. "Is this tired? What are you busy with? I'm not afraid that Xia Zhixu will be anxious with you."

"He was anxious yesterday and annoyed him."

Seeing the ending of Xu Qichen's last sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was being fed dog food. Xu Qichen quickly broke the topic back, "Have Zhou heng told you that he took on this drama, and the screenwriter was me."

Sure enough, this one was still the same. Xia Xiqing nodded, "That's why I called you Xu Weng."

"Oh, this book is so difficult to write. I originally wanted to write a love line, but I couldn't meet a suitable actress."

Xia Xiqing interrupted: "Did you have no prototype when you wrote the script?"

Xu Qichen was stunned on the other end of the phone. Xia Xiqing was too smart and had to have another idea to talk to him. He definitely didn't say that the prototype of Xia Xiqing was Xia Xiqing. He used his scripts to write, but he didn't expect to find a young actress who was age-appropriate and could withstand acting skills.

"No, I have prototypes for whatever I write." Xu Qichen said.

Yes. Xia Xiqing remembered what Zhou heng said yesterday, " Zhou heng said, you and the director want me to act?"

I was still thinking about how to mention this, but who knew Xia Xiqing said, "This is a bit troublesome to say. Where are you now? Let's talk in person. I'll show you the information."

"Come to my house."

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon that Xu Qichen finished his work and packed up his things to go to Xia Xiqing's house.

"It's not easy to come to your house, the security is too strict." Xu Qichen took off the schoolbag behind him, and Xia Xiqing took it. "The people living in this apartment are quite special, so the security system is more strict." He put his arms around Xu Qichen's shoulder, "Why do you look so young, like a living person?"

Xu Qichen grabbed the hair with some embarrassment, looked down at the yellow sweatshirt on his body, "I came out without changing my clothes." When he saw Xia Xiqing's living room and the empty roof on the leap floor, he couldn't help but sigh, "The house you bought this time is so good."

"Do you like it? Let Xia Zhixu buy it downstairs and we will see you every day." Xia Xiqing put his bag on the sofa, walked to the kitchen and fed him lemon juice, and threw it into Xu Qichen's arms.

Seeing Xia Xiqing's proposal, Xu Qichen asked seriously, "Why do you want to buy a downstairs? Isn't it better to have the same floor? How many households are there on this floor?"

Xia Xiqing choked by him, "Uh...two households."

"Has another sold?"

“.”

"Are you a star?" Xu Qichen's expression was a little excited.

Why can you guess this? Xia Xijing nodded, "Ah."

"Which star? Do I know it?"

"Oh, you don't know each other," Xia Xiqing held Xu Qichen's shoulder and pressed him on the sofa and sat down. "Don't you want to talk about the script? Let's get to the point."

Xu Qichen took out the computer from his bag and took out the most modified version he had. "I don't know how much Zhou heng introduced you, so let's start from the beginning. I'm going to change the role of this heroine into a male character. I'll delete the love scene. Anyway, there are not many in the original script."

"All love scenes are deleted?"

"Well. If the two protagonists are boys, it would be too much to add the love scene. The theme of this drama was not about love. This is a good idea to go astray, especially in the later promotion." Xu Qichen pushed the laptop in front of Xia Xiqing, "I changed the role of the heroine to the second male lead, named Jiang Tong, and the male lead Gao Kun or Zhou Lingheng played it."

While Xia Xiqing looked at the setting table made by Xu Qichen, Xu Qichen introduced it.

"I'll tell you about the role of Jiang Tong. Although he is a child in the city's mayor, he lives in the lowest level of the city. He has even been a black householder and stopped before he finished high school. At the beginning, we wanted to write it to him, but considering the development of the plot, it was replaced and decided to change it to depression."

"Depression..." Xia Xiqing slid the mouse and saw the plot on the second page, and his finger suddenly stopped.

Xu Qichen knew very well that he saw it. He hesitated for a while and decided to speak, "Jiang Tong has been abused by his parents since he was a child. His family is very complicated. One of his ears was knocked deaf by his father."

He looked at Xia Xiqing's side face, and his chest slowly undulated, as if suppressing something.

"You will definitely think I'm cruel." Xu Qichen's hand covered Xia Xiqing's knees, "Xi Qing, you haven't been to the face."

Xia Xiqing took a deep breath. If there was another person sitting next to him at this time, anybody would be fine, he would definitely overturn the computer and love whoever he loved, but he was Xu Qichen. He knew very well that Xu Qichen was not the kind of person who tear his wound and took him. He could not vent his emotions towards Xu Qichen, so he suppressed it.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me that you can lose your temper." Xu Qichen approached a little, "If you don't hide forever, just like me in the past, you can't escape and solve any problems."

Xia Xiqing gritted her teeth tightly, but still didn't speak.

"I have written this script for a long time. When I decided to join those plots, what I thought about was your experience. This method of scraping the bones may be very painful, but I want you to completely get out of the shadow. You are too strong and no one vents at once. If this continues, he will only accumulate in your heart and will not disappear. Just think this is a creation, and use the creation window to vent all the emotions in your heart. Just this time, maybe it will be fine in the future."

"You may say it's possible." Xia Xiqing finally spoke, but his tone was like a pool of stagnant water, without any slight turmoil.

Xu Qichen knew that this would be the result, "Actually, I want to help you. Although I know you never need anyone's help, and it sounds pretentious, I still want to say," he lowered his eyes, "In this world, you are the one I hope most to be happy."

Xia Xiqing felt sad. He had known Xu Qichen for almost ten years. They knew these words very well, but they didn't even open them. After all, they were all men. Thinking of this, Xia Xiqing felt that he was as pretentious as a girl now. Originally, he was prone to soft-heartedness when Xu Qichen was talking, not to mention that Xu Qichen had said this, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

But no matter what, he felt uncomfortable when he thought of these plots. Those were all things he had experienced, and he couldn't breathe just by looking at them. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he really went to the show.

The silent gap was misunderstood by Xu Qichen, and he sighed, "If you really don't want to, I'll talk to the director again, let's meet a few young male actors to see if they meet someone with aura." He said, closing the computer, "I think Zhou heng likes this book very much. Their team has been idle for this film for a long time, and it is said that they have also pushed a director. No matter whether you act or not, he must have worked hard for half a year."

When it comes to this, Xia Xiqing is upset. I don’t know why. When he thinks that he can’t meet Zhou Qingheng in Beijing for several months, he feels uncomfortable everywhere, with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Where are you going to find a male actor?"

"There are no more popular people in the circle that are particularly suitable for this role. The director wants to find a boy who looks protective, which can easily arouse the audience's empathy. But you know, this type of male actor is not common, so he should go to see the movie theater people."

 people? They are not a young and beautiful person. They also have a pity for protection. They stay with the moral model of justice who is born to protect others for half a year. So, after spending half a day of seducing them, it is equivalent to making wedding dresses for others.

The more I thought about it, the more angry she became, and Xia Xiqing simply stopped thinking about it, "Chenchen, do you eat pizza."

"Ah?" Xu Qichen was still immersed in the sad atmosphere of lobbying failure, but suddenly, when Xia Xiqing asked this, he felt a little unresponsive, "Do you eat..."

"I'll order." Xia Xiqing took out his mobile phone and went to WeChat. After ordering, he glanced at his circle of friends and brushed it down, and happened to be able to browse the circle of friends posted by Xiao Luo.

[Xiao Luo: I said that heng was going to the xx fashion charity party. My WeChat exploded, and I'm here to take a sneak shot for you.]

With Zhang Zhou's side, unlike when he was in private clothes, his hair was combed and his three-dimensional facial features were exposed. He rarely wore a white suit with a dark blue tie on the neckline. He did not have the strong aggressiveness of his previous look and had a bit of noble temperament.

In the camera, he was lowering his head to tidy up his cuffs, focusing on his emotions, and the lines from the bridge of his nose to his lips were so three-dimensional that it was unremarkable. He remembered Zhou Hengyan's flattery in the fan circle before, and often compared him with Apollo. Originally, Xia Xiqing didn't like the character Apollo, and was arrogant and paranoid, but if the sun really had this face, he might not have such prejudice.

He left a comment on Ronaldo's circle of friends.

[Today's look is really good, Prince's book.]

Who knew that not long after I sent it, a message popped up on WeChat.

[Model of morality: Thank you.]

Xia Xiqing didn't hold back and came out. Why is this man so shameless? Is he a comment for Xiao Luo?

[Terrorist: Walk your red carpet.]

Soon I received a second reply.

[Moral Model: I've finished walking long ago, I'll be gone after watching the performance. I won't stay for dinner.]

Thinking of Zhou Xiheng's words yesterday that he wanted to lose weight for the role, Xia Xiqing felt it was very pitiful, but he still teased him with a lot of bad taste.

[Terrorist: That's great. I ordered a pizza and I'll take a photo for you later.]

It was said that Cao Cao was here, and the takeaway call came. Xia Xiqing went down and took the pizza up, sat on the floor with Xu Qichen and ate pizza and drank coke.

"Hey, why don't you just call Chen Fang and Xia Zhixu?"

Xu Qichen rolled a ball of pasta with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, shook his head, and said vaguely, "I'm very busy recently..." He swallowed the pasta with great effort, and then took another sip of Coke to suppress it, "Chen Fang has been in love recently, maybe he is having dinner with his girlfriend."

"Is Chen Fang in love?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows in disgust, "Which girl is so blind at such a young age."

Xu Qichen was tilted to one side, holding a piece of pizza in his hand, "It was said that he was an intern at their company. I saw it that day. He looked very cute, and he seemed to be called Xiaoliang."

Xia Xiqing sighed long. Xu Qichen stretched out his legs and kicked Xia Xiqing's legs, "Oh, you're alone."

"Me?" Xia Xi and Xu Qichen gave a charming look in the Qing Dynasty, "I want to find a companion just to say something."

"I'm not talking about that kind of companion, I'm talking about a serious relationship." Xu Qichen moved his butt and sat down, "I think Zhou heng is pretty good, beautiful, tall, and quite decent. Are you still a fan of him?"

Xia Xiqing pinched Xu Qichen's face with the unstained hand, "Why are you worried about me?"

"That's not." Xu Qichen yelled twice, dug a piece of matcha cake with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

The two of them ate and drank for an hour or two. During this period, Xu Qichen was fooled by Xia Xiqing, who was pretending to be confused. He sent the photos before eating and the photos after eating to Zhou Xiheng.

[Moral Model]: Are you a devil?

Seeing his reply, Xia Xiqing's mouth was about to go to heaven. He held half a bowl of borscht with one hand and typed it with the other.

"It's so supportive." Xu Qichen felt uncomfortable and leaned against Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing didn't hold it, and the remaining half bowl of cold soup was poured on Xu Qichen.

"Damn," Xia Xiqing held back and picked up the soup bowl from Xu Qichen's neck, "I won't look at you, why do you go home later?"

Xu Qichen pursed his lips, "I feel that I am just a walking borscht now."

"You might as well take a shower. Take your clothes to dry clean. You wear my clothes back." Xia Xiqing couldn't hold it in, and the more he said, he went to the guest bath on the first floor. After saying that he would go to the guest bath on the first floor, took off his dirty clothes and took a shower. Xia Xiqing cleaned up the takeaway on the floor, and originally said that he would go to find him for clothes. After cleaning up the garbage, he forgot all the time. He was so tired that he sat cross-legged on the sofa and drank Coke.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Who will this point be? Xia Xiqing sucked her last sip of Coke, put the empty cup on the floor, walked to Xuandi and took a look at the electronic screen.

Zhou heng?

Xia Xiqing pressed the button on the electronic screen and said to him, "What are you doing when you come to my house?"

"I, I forgot to bring me the key card."

"Then call the property, why are you here for me?"

"I'm so tired and want to sit for a while."

"How many minutes?"

“How many minutes?”

Xia Xiqing deliberately put on a cold tone and said, "Sit for a few minutes."

Zhou heng's expression collapsed for a few minutes, "Five minutes..."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing held back and opened the door. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, there was no one outside. He glanced outside and was dragged into Xuan's wall by a man. He even pressed him on Xuan's wall and started kissing without saying a word.

"Um...hey, Zhou heng..." Xia Xiqing couldn't push away, and kissed him so suddenly that he was not prepared at all, his scalp was numb, like electricity.

"I'll fuck...why are you doing...get it..."

Zhou heng's palm held the back of his neck, and his voice was low and slightly gasping, "I'm hungry."

"You're hungry, I... um..."

In just one or two months, Zhou heng's kissing skills have improved by leaps and bounds. From the beginning, only Xia Xiqing kissed him forcibly. Now he can take the lead. The tip of his tongue is extremely successful, licking and wrapping his tongue, stirring in the wet and hot mouth.

"So sweet." Zhou heng held Xia Xiqing's face and kissed her heartlessly. Xia Xiqing said this, and his heartbeat was abnormally fast. He grabbed his tie with one hand and grabbed Zhou heng's shoulder with the other, and intermittently wanted to give an answer, "I just... drank Coke..."

Zhou heng kissed his ears from the corner of his mouth, leaving a series of light and hot kisses, and finally bit his earlobe, "No." His voice was very low, and his breath sprayed on Xia Xiqing's soft auricle, "You are sweet."

Xia Xiqing was so excited that he suddenly felt like he couldn't remember anything. He reached out to put his arm around his neck and then leaned over to kiss him. His fingers were pressed against his scalp and inserted it into his hair. His breathing became more and more messy, and sweat was oozing from his forehead, and he was about to lose control.

"Xi Qing? Please help me get my clothes?" Something faintly came to a vague sound...

"Where is the person? Xi Qing?"

Clothes, clothes?

Damn it.

Xia Xiqing opened her eyes and pushed Zhou heng away, "Wait, wait, I'll explain, that's..."

"Xi—Qing—"

Brother, stop shouting. Xia Xiqing covered his forehead with his hands and did not dare to look at Zhou Xiheng's face. He obviously didn't do anything, but he started to tie knots when he spoke, "That's Xu Qichen, you know, Xu Ying? The white and thin one, remember."

Zhou heng's expression was not much better. He wrapped his arms around his chest, rubbed his fingers at the corner of his lips, and his eyes were deep, "What?"

"Then we ate together. When his clothes were dirty, he went to take a shower, and..." Before he could finish his explanation, Zhou heng blocked his mouth with a kiss again. This time it was even more intense than the last time. The degree of hugging Xia Xiqing was almost crushed to pieces in his arms.

He pressed his voice, "Um...can't breathe anymore...heng..."

But the more you pressed Zhou  Heng, the more you became, like a beast driven by hunger.

Just when Xia Xiqing was about to suffocate by Zhou Qingheng, Xu Qichen, who had only a bath towel, walked from the bathroom with wet hair to the mysterious and sensational, wanting to see if it was a thief.

Half a minute later, Xia Xiqing, who was hugged by Zhou Qingheng and kissed her in her arms, had reached Xu Qichen's swearing for the first time in her life.
Chapter completed!