At noon, Zhou Ziheng originally thought of going back to the apartment early to pick up Xia Xiqing and going to the airport with him, but Jiang Yin saw this clearly and was stunned and refused to let him go.

"Now that public opinion has just subsided for a while, you can avoid suspicion."

Zhou Ziheng's face suddenly fell down.

He hoped that everyone in the world knew that Xia Xiqing was approaching, and that anyone who saw Xia Xiqing thought of him the first reaction was. But after all, Zhou Ziheng was reluctant to let Xia Xiqing be scolded, so he reluctantly wanted to separate his head.

Xia Xiqing did not sign a company, and she was not without an assistant around filming. Jiang Yin called to transfer an experienced male assistant from the company, but Zhou Ziheng was unwilling to do so and only changed a girl.

"Do you know where Xi Qing lives now? I'll give Xiaoxiao the address, and I'll pick up Xi Qing later."

When Zhou Ziheng heard his sister-in-law ask, he almost blurted out, but he suddenly thought that if he said it, it would be like telling his sister-in-law that Xia Xiqing lived in the opposite door. Although this was just a coincidence, this was really too easy to cause less-than-very associations.

His current love is completely overwhelming.

"That...you ask Xia Xiqing to go to the airport by himself. It is easy to be followed when the car is driven out of your company. Then I will pick him up. If the reporter writes randomly, you have signed him or something."

Jiang Yin glanced at him, "I'm fucking him day by day now. What's the difference between signing him? He won't make money for me."

Zhou Ziheng praised his sister-in-law all the way, and Jiang Yin also cared about the cleverness of Zhou Ziheng's words, so she changed her decision and asked Xiaoxiao to leave directly to the Capital Airport. The group of people finally met at the airport. Zhou Ziheng's car was blocked on the road for a while, and became the last one to arrive. When she arrived at the waiting area, she saw a large group of girls surrounding her, calling out Brother Xi Qing one by one, which was so sweet.

I originally wanted to approach quietly, but the sharp-eyed fans suddenly exposed Zhou Ziheng's whereabouts.

"Hengheng, look at your clothes today, look at the gray sweatshirt!"

"HenghengShip!"

"Zhou Ziheng, you are so awesome today!"

Zhou Ziheng nodded repeatedly, rejected the fans' gifts very apologetically, and walked to another whirlpool with difficulty. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on a chair surrounded by a group of girls, heard that Jing took off his headphones. He rarely wore a casual outfit, black short-sleeved pair with high-waisted dark gray work pants, and a light gray baseball cap. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's face in the crowd, he finally showed a sly and playful smile on his face that was always gentle.

"Oh, I just realized that Xi Qing was dressed so well today."

"Yes, they are all black and gray, couple outfits!"

Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised and looked at his outfit. He wore a gray sweatshirt, black trousers, and black baseball caps. He just walked away and pulled them out of his house. Unexpectedly, he actually corresponded to Xia Xiqing one by one.

It's such a coincidence, this is what others say about it?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was dressed very handsome today, and he felt comfortable no matter how he looked.

When the plane was about to board, the fans couldn't walk. They were afraid that Xia Xiqing would fall, so Zhou Ziheng stood behind him and held his shoulders with his hands. Only then did he realize that the slim black T-shirt on him showed his waist, and his stripes were beautiful and smooth, making people itchy.

"Ziheng, can you open this time?" a fan asked in the crowd.

"Open it?" Zhou Ziheng looked puzzled, "What to open?"

A group of fans smiled and said, "Let's act in a romantic movie!"

Almost choked by these little girls, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and coughed a few times. Xia Xiqing felt that the hands that were holding on his shoulders were tighter. He smiled slightly and explained to the girl beside him, "I won't be a romantic movie this time."

There were bursts of regrets among fans.

"Then my personal relationship is quite complicated. In my understanding of the script, it surpasses friendship." Xia Xiqing turned his face and looked back at Zhou Ziheng, "What do you think."

The beautiful eyes suddenly bumped into the sight, and Zhou Ziheng was slightly stunned and hesitated for a second.

"Ah, yes, I think too."

No, it not only exceeds friendship.

Just love.

Zhou Ziheng repeatedly affirmed his own judgment in his slightest.

The flight time is not long. This time, the director of Kuncheng next to Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing was one of Kuncheng, and he was still the same as before. He closed his eyes and went to bed as soon as he got on the plane. Director Kun said a lot of words to Zhou Ziheng, and took this opportunity to polish some of his understanding of the play and shared with Zhou Ziheng.

But Zhou Ziheng's one of them plunged on the man in a slanted square. His eyes glanced at him from time to time and were almost stuck to Xia Xiqing's slender and white neck.

"The final version of the script is actually very picturesque. Xu Editor is very good, and he saved me a lot of storyboarding efforts." Director Kun opened the album on the computer, "I took the shooting team last week and took it to me. Look at this I took."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, turning his gaze from Xia Xiqing's back in the gap in the seat to Director Kun's computer. The building was so high that it could not be photographed. The windows were very small and were built everywhere. The middle of the building was only about one and a half meters away, forming a small alley with lack of light. The picture was divided into two from the Zhong family, and the dark muddy road below was painted with emerald green and mottled walls, and the upper half was untouchable skylight.

Kuncheng observed the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, "Don't you feel that way all of a sudden?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded after realizing it, "Yes... That's right."

On this road, Gao Kun, who was desperate on this road, followed Jiang Tong, who was at a loss and pushed him to the wall at once. The emerald green paint surface exuded a deep luster in the dim light.

"This is the scenery of Wuhan?" Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it. He had been to this city because of his itinerary. It was developed and prosperous, and the one in the photos was completely different.

"Oh," Kuncheng nodded, "When Xu created this script, he decided to shoot the location. I heard that Xu is from Wuhan, but he is more familiar with it. He said that this urban village in Wuhan is almost extinct now, which is rare."

Xu Bian is from Wuhan. Xia Xiqing is also from the same place.

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and saw that Xia Xiqing's sleeping head was about to tilt to the middle. He lit it slightly and then straightened it back, and it was cute.

When he returned to his hometown to film, would he recall any unsightly memories? There was a hint of sway in it, and he thought of what Xu Qichen said.

Xia Xiqing never escapes for the rest of his life, and he always has to face his past.

When the plane landed, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt the power of the "stove" city in early summer. It was already mid-May, and here it was in an open-air sauna. After leaving, he felt that his sleeves were about to stick together with his arms. The humid and stuffy weather in the south really made him, a real northerner, not very used to it.

Xia Xiqing had no effect. He had adapted to the weather in his hometown in his heart. He was not sleeping soundly along the way and felt a little uncomfortable on his neck. He turned his head to try to relieve this symptom. He listened to Zhou Ziheng, Director Kun, and walked behind with a smile, making the bad feelings that he had originally caused because he did not sleep worse.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a warm and dry palm pressed the back of his neck and pinched him lightly or seriously. Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng's face still facing Director Kun, but his hand was gently pressing on his neck.

Zhou Ziheng said loudly, "Director Kun, I'll go to the hotel first and go to the shooting location first? Where are the others?"

Kuncheng smiled and waved his hand, "I haven't turned on the computer yet." His eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, in order to let you get into the role early, I rented a house in Hua'anli, that place where Jiang Tong lives after the later start of the computer. Will you not be able to live together at that time? First, Ziheng will live there for a few days together, to find the feeling." His smile was a little sorry, "The conditions will be very difficult, and you need to adapt."

"It's okay." Xia Xiqing smiled and patted Zhou Ziheng's hand that was still hanging around his neck, "I'm very hard-working."

As soon as he left the airport, Director Kun picked up the car he arranged. The driver, a local brother, said that Hamp, who was extremely friendly to Xia Xiqing, and chatted enthusiastically. Luo Xiao smiled and took his luggage and went to the hotel first.

Kuncheng was sitting in the passenger seat. Last time he came to the house, he was very familiar with this elder brother. The man said, laughing and chatting about the world. The driver glanced at Zhou Ziheng and smiled, "I recognize this handsome guy, big star, my daughter likes you very much. Oh, by the way, my name is Yang Fei, you can call me Lao Yang."

"Call you call me Brother Fei." Zhou Ziheng smiled with a smile.

Brother Fei's eyes looked at Xia Xiqing beside Zhou Ziheng again, "This handsome guy is quite white, not like a northerner."

Xia Xiqing curled the corners of her mouth and raised the brim of her hat a little, "I'm from Wuhan."

This is also the first time Zhou Ziheng heard Xia Xiqing speak in dialect.

XuSouthern people are not. He always speaks standard Mandarin and even has a northern accent. It is difficult for people to distinguish the place of birth from their pronunciation.

When he spoke his hometown dialect, his voice was very low. When he said this sentence, the word "Chinese" was unintentionally delayed for a long time, which was more popular than Mandarin. It sounded cool and cute to Zhou Ziheng.

"Oh! You are a native, no wonder." The eldest brother also said Wuhan dialect, "I said you look quite like me."

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng and found that he had been staring at him, and asked in a low voice with a smile, "Do you understand what Brother Fei said?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Ah? Well... I said you look good."

What? Xia Xiqing laughed, "Precaution if you don't know." He deliberately shrank on the back of the seat, and the brim of the hat cast a shadow on the lower eyelid.

While chatting and laughing, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look outside the car window, the towering office buildings, the blue fence waiting for construction, the overpass under the light rail, and the familiar street scene was covered with a layer of gray filter by the sunshade on the car window, like a black and white silent film that I had watched a lot of views.

Every time I read it, I feel familiar, but I can see something different.

Zhou Ziheng also shrank down like he did, but his long legs had nowhere to stretch. He pretended to inadvertently reach Xia Xiqing's feet and inserted his right foot between Xia Xiqing's feet. He didn't want to talk to disturb Xia Xiqing, so he sat next to him silently.

After driving for a while, the scenery suddenly changed a lot. The buildings here are quite good, and they look like the 1980s. The old architectural design is pink and orange, and the walls of the building are almost peeling, revealing the sense of the age all the time. The most conspicuous building is hung with a sign saying "Friendship Department Store" on it, with an ancient font. All buildings around are like this, but they are also mixed with some fresh shops such as chain convenience stores.

"This place is close to the riverside and cannot be demolished." Xia Xiqing suddenly spoke, "so he retained very old buildings. In fact, this area is very prosperous."

"You can see." Master Xia Xiqing talked to him, but Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but speak.

Before long, his car boarded the Yangtze River Bridge. The surrounding view was wide open in an instant. The rippling river surface was filled with gold from the sunset. Several ferries floated slowly, occasionally making a long whistle sound. Looking at the distance, the red clouds burning all over the sky, like a ball of fire burning on the Yangtze River.

Although there is a water view, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are completely different. The rivers and lakes are full of hot and chic rivers and lakes.

This point is very contrasting. The gentle water that looks like it will touch his vivid and unrestrained soul only when it flows in.

"Beautiful." Zhou Ziheng sighed sincerely, and he remembered a famous poem, "The dusk mist is deep and the sky is vast."

Hearing this poem, Xia Xiqing chuckled softly, "It's really hard for you, a science student."

Brother Fei was still talking, and Xia Xiqing asked in the middle of the process, "Director, where is the specific shooting location?"

"Hua'anli."

"Hua'anli?" Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, and soon returned to peace. "It's hard for you to find that place."

Kuncheng laughed, "Isn't this what Editor Xu said? He said he came back specially when he was writing the script."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Xia Xiqing looked out the window, "Actually, almost no locals in Wuhan have been to Hua'anli, where there are basically foreign populations."

"Well..." Director Kun turned his head and looked at Xia Xiqing, "I heard that Xiqing, you are studying at Xu Editor? Then you have known each other for a long time."

"Well, I'm a class in high school. He was very good at that time. He participated in composition competitions all day and wrote articles very well." Xia Xiqing's face was a gentle look when talking about high school, "But he was very introverted at that time, and no one spoke."

As soon as he spoke, his wrist was caught. Xia Xiqing turned his head in surprise and found that Zhou Ziheng blocked his two hands with a backpack. He wanted to break free from it, but Zhou Ziheng grabbed it tightly and even forced his fingers to be embedded, forcing Xia Xiqing to intertwined his fingers.

Xia Xiqing compared his lips in the morning and asked him what he was doing. Zhou Ziheng just smiled and didn't say anything, so he grabbed his hand firmly.

He likes Xia Xiqing to show true tenderness, and he doesn't like that kind of tenderness because of himself.

"Editor Xu doesn't like to talk now. He has a gentle personality and is very particular about talking, and he has a temper."

"Ah? Well... he's just like that." Xia Xiqing was afraid that the matter of holding hands would be knocked out by Director Kun, so he was absent-minded even when he replied.

The perpetrator Zhou Ziheng was happy and even pinched his hand, "What about you?"

"Me?" Xia Xiqing turned his face in confusion, "What's wrong with me?"

"Did you look like you when you were in high school now?"

For some reason, Xia Xiqing vaguely felt that Zhou Ziheng's words were filled with a little regret. It was as if he had missed something important, which was a pity.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes were so sincere that it made people timid. Xia Xiqing lowered his eyes and replied perfunctorily, "...is almost the same."

"Xi Qing should have been chasing him very much when he was in high school." Director Kun joked with him, "If you look so good, you can't be at the level of school grass."

"Just say it, you can't watch a class like Xi Qing." Brother Fei also spoke.

It’s true that no pot is opened and which pot is picked up.

Xia Xiqing felt that his hands were tighter and wanted to turn his face to glare at him. However, Zhou Ziheng took the initiative instead, raised an eyebrow at him, leaned closer to Xia Xiqing's face and smiled, "Ah, look so good."

His words were so sarcastic.

"What then?" Xia Xiqing's eyebrows also raised.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes looked at the face under the brim of the hat ambiguously. The covered hand was only tightly held, and the palms that touched each other were hot.

"I'm just strange. At first, people lined up to chase you, and you chased you very much?" Zhou Ziheng's voice was low, and he inadvertently leaked the secret code.

Xia Xiqing smiled silently, and the fingers embedded between his fingers gently tapped the back of Zhou Ziheng's hand, then gently rubbed the blue veins raised on the back of his hand with his fingertips, rubbing against the flesh, like a cigarette butt that was about to be extinguished, and every piece of skin that rubbed was burning.

Xia Xiqing answered his question, and answered the question that was not the question.

"It's hard for me to chase."

He deliberately lowered his voice, unable to suppress the joking frivolity. His mouth was like a piece of half-burned feathers, falling lightly to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, making people's blood burn.

Zhou Ziheng's thumbs were whirling, scratching the side of Xia Xiqing's index finger without rushing.
Chapter completed!