Crossing the river, I walked through the bustling city, and the scenery became more and more erratic. Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing with his toes, "Are you going soon?"

"I don't know." Xia Xiqing didn't even know it carefully.

Zhou Ziheng felt that he was perfunctory, "Aren't you from Wuhan?"

"There are not many Wuhan people who have traveled all over Wuhan." Xia Xiqing's tone when he said this sentence was not thoughtless, but at the end, he faintly revealed a little sigh. Zhou Ziheng discovered this point, but Fei Ge, who was sitting in front, did not notice it. He happily took over the conversation, "Which old Wuhan people like me, don't necessarily run around everywhere."

Xia Xiqing looked at him with a tiny mole on the tip of his nose always repelled Zhou Ziheng's attention, "You know the three towns in Wuhan."

Seeing Zhou Ziheng nodding, Xia Xiqing continued, "In fact, it is three towns, not to mention three cities, each with a large area, let alone a total of 100% of the total. My family lives in Hankou and often goes to Wuhan University to sketch when I was in high school. I took the bus for nearly two hours and could sleep in the car." He always had a soft expression when he recalled his memories, "But the drivers here drive very hard, and it is basically impossible to sleep."

Looking at Xia Xiqing's face, Zhou Ziheng always thought that he could just hug him, he could just hug Xia Xiqing like this, and he told him the whole night.

"You two have time, and you will have to leave the plane for a week." Kuncheng smiled, "Xi Qing, please take Ziheng to Wuhan more and let him integrate into the role as soon as possible and get along with the fireworks."

Xia Xiqing said ah, and the hand that was held by Zhou Ziheng was a little sore. He touched it with his wrist and frowned at Zhou Ziheng to give a look. Zhou Ziheng would soon feel sorry for it and thought he was hurting him, so he quickly let go of the hand that he had been holding tightly. Xia Xiqing did not take his hand back, but just placed it gently on the seat cushion, and Zhou Ziheng gently covered his hand on Xia Xiqing's hand.

A few people said this in the car and soon arrived at the shooting location. This is the most famous urban village in Wuhan and the least "Wuhan" place in the whole city. The roads began to become crowded, with messy stalls and pedestrians everywhere. Fortunately, Fei Ge was good at driving skills and kept driving into the culvert in Hua'anli.

The culvert is actually a passage into Hua'anli community. The green walls on both sides are interspersed with a covered roof. It is just a narrow corridor that is five meters wide, and it is a function of allowing 100,000 community residents to travel every day.

Brother Fei held the steering wheel and honked the horn at the dirt-faced van in front of him, "I'm lucky today. I didn't encounter a car that left there, otherwise there would be no one at the same time."

The van in front finally moved away and drove forward slowly like an elderly man, making them able to move slowly. Finally, they entered the culvert and the light suddenly dimmed. Zhou Ziheng subconsciously held Xia Xiqing's hand tightly and looked at him, but Xia Xiqing just held his cheek and looked out the window.

Fortunately, he didn't pull out his hand, which made Zhou Ziheng feel relieved enough.

In fact, the culvert was not pitch black at all, but it was a little dark, and the passage was not long, so it quickly opened out. It seemed that it was because it had just rained and the ground was muddy. An aunt carried two big bags of daily necessities and walked by the culvert. She was splashed by the wheels and was covered in mud ideas. She cursed in a few words in the unauthentic Wuhan dialect and continued to post the culvert and walk out.

Zhou Ziheng doesn't hate this chaotic and noisy market. As an actor, he likes this kind of place very much. It is full of all kinds of people. Everyone is a book of stories that are spread out, using their bodies and expressions to interpret strange plots.

When they drove to a place where the car could not be driven in. The four of them got out of the car, and Feige quickly took the car door and took them to the house that Director Kun asked him to rent. Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing walked behind, and the brim of their hats were pressed down very low, and their shoulders rubbed from each other in the sticky air from time to time, and then they opened a short distance with their steps.

Walking through a muddy path, four people came to the densely packed building area. The houses here were built very high, which made people think that Hong Kong's tile was not exactly the same. The high floors here were obviously added to the back. The walls of the floor at the bottom had already been covered with thick dark colors by the cooking oil, but the top was filled with a blue iron container, which was slightly purple in the sunset that was about to disappear.

"The conditions here are really bad." Fei Ge lit a cigarette and took a sip. The smoke he vomited seemed to be stuck by moisture, and he couldn't disperse beautifully. "This seat is small and there are many people. If you can't build it on the ground, you can only build it in the sky. The house gets taller and taller."

Zhou Ziheng was about to look up, but he felt a hand holding the back of his head. When he walked over and turned around, he found that there was a loose and hanging wire in that place just now. Xia Xi had already put his hand back and inserted it into the pocket of his work pants.

"You lower your head a little." Xia Xiqing's voice seemed clear and clear in the humid and hot air. "I don't know what to eat to grow up, so high."

When Brother Fei saw this, he also asked, "That is to say, why do you grow so long?"

"Long?" Zhou Ziheng looked at Xia Xiqing with an inexplicable look on his face and asked for help. Xia Xiqing lowered his head and smiled, then raised the brim of the hat and looked over, "I don't say that people are tall in Wuhan dialect," Xia Xiqing raised his hand and touched Zhou Ziheng's hat and said in a Wuhan dialect tone, "Hengheng, I haven't seen you for half a year and have grown again."

After speaking, his tone immediately changed back to the point, and even the dialect was taken away, "Do you understand?"

Zhou Ziheng curled the corners of his mouth, saying, "He doesn't like Xia Xiqing speaking Wuhan dialect, and his color is vivid and fragrant."

"Xi Qing speaks Wuhan dialect quite interestingly." Fei Ge smiled and praised Director Kun in front of him, and Director Kun was also satisfied. "If I don't say Xu Wen is so good, I will even save the actor's dialect. At that time, Xi Qing will act in Mandarin with a Wuhan accent."

"I'm not a person who is a hindrance." The road ahead was really muddy. Even Xia Xiqing had no choice but to bend down while talking and pull up the legs of the gray work pants, revealing her fair ankles. Zhou Ziheng's footsteps also stopped down, wandering down, staying on the slightly convex ankle bone for a second, then turning back up, until the rolled-up legs and the skin hidden inside.

He couldn't help but think of the scene where Xia Xiqing put his ankle on his shoulder that night. At that time, his eyes seemed to be soaked in the hot flash air of the city.

"Oh! Oh, Jiang Tong has a little bit of a barrier." Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing fell behind, Director Kun, who was awakened, slapped his forehead, "I forgot it. Then you train Ziheng."

Fei Ge continued, "He is playing an outsider."

"It's about training to become an unauthentic Wuhan accent, hahaha."

The two of them laughed in a flash. Xia Xiqing, who was walking behind, felt hot. He took off his hat and grabbed his hair, and slapped it twice. He was about to hold the hat back on his head, but Zhou Ziheng suddenly grabbed him and threw a sentence in his ear in a low voice.

"I think I'm quite long."

Xia Xiqing wrinkled her eyebrows and raised her eyes, her hair was soaked with sweat, and she leaned against her white face, and the longer ones could extend to the jawline, and his expression that was about to blame became seductive.

Zhou Ziheng leaned into his ear and brushed his slightly protruding ear bones with his lips intentionally or unintentionally, with a very low voice.

"What you said can reach the bottom."

This hooligan is playing tricks, one by one. Xia Xiqing is so angry that he can't make a comeback. He doesn't make a comeback like a little girl who is teased? He took a deep breath and felt that the sentence of Feng Shui was really correct. He grew up like a hooligan, but now he is teased by a guy who is five years younger than him!

After doing a good job of expression management, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look at Zhou Ziheng. He obviously wanted to be cruel and raised his eyebrows, and his words were also written one by one, "Length is not important, experience is the most important."

But in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, it was completely seducing.

He nodded and held Xia Xiqing's shoulder. Kuncheng just turned around and was happy to see the two of them so intimate. After all, to act together for such a long time, the actors must reach a certain degree of friendship, otherwise he, as a director, would have a headache.

"Experience needs to be accumulated." Seeing the redirector Kun's redirect, Zhou Ziheng's aftermath returned to Xia Xiqing. He lowered his voice. He clearly gave in, but he was full of aggravated words, "Brother, teach me."

His ears were so hot that Xia Xiqing pushed him away and spit out a word, "hot." His words seemed to have a little bit of Wuhan people's accent that they like to drag, like a habitual anger, which was distinguished by Zhou Ziheng's sensitive ears. The tone of a hot word changed again and again, and it was about to turn into his heart.

Even if he was pushed away, Zhou Ziheng felt happy. The narrow building was floating, and I don’t know which family had cooked the sweet fragrance of the ribs and lotus soup. When the sky was about to go out, he smiled and walked behind Xia Xiqing, feeling the beauty of the fireworks on earth for the first time.

Everything is good, everything is good, as long as Xia Xiqing is by his side.

When he walked into a unit building, the stairs inside were dark and narrow. As soon as Xia Xiqing took two steps, his hand was pulled by Zhou Ziheng. He wanted to break free, but he was too lazy to break free, so he just let him lead him. Anyway, the light was so dark that the two people walking in front could not see clearly.

Going up to the fourth floor, I passed a dark corridor, and there was a door at the top. Brother Fei took a key from his pocket and used his mobile phone screensaver to unlock the lock.

"It's this room." Brother Fei stepped in first, "Look at it, it's quite small anyway."

In fact, it was much better than Xia Xiqing imagined. He originally thought it would be a very dirty and old house. In fact, it was just a small spot, a narrow one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. Four people stood in and seemed a little unable to turn around. They turned around the house for a while, and Xia Xiqing probably explained the room type. As soon as the door entered, it was a small living room. When he passed through a small passage, it was a bedroom. On the right side of the passage was the kitchen and bathroom, which were side by side, and the size was about the same, and they were only enough for one person to move around.

The only light source in the whole house is from a small window in the bedroom. There is a row of small succulents placed under the window, which is very cute in green.

As soon as he entered the room, the sultry feeling was like a layer of plastic wrap, transparent but not airtight, covering Zhou Ziheng. He picked up the collar of his clothes and slapped it several times.

"It's almost that. In fact, the original owner loves cleaning and is a young man who works outside." Director Kun smiled and said, "The person is honest. I said I would give him more money because I might have to redecorate it. He doesn't want to live, but we give him more. The child was so happy that he kept saying thank you."

Xia Xiqing tried to answer this small house and Jiang Tong's residence in the script. This feeling was very wonderful. It seemed like he was deliberately squeezed into a safe little mold and turned himself into another person. There was a small fan with dust on the coffee table in the living room. He sat on the sofa and pressed the switch. The fan squeaked and turned it. The wind was not strong, so it was better than not.

Zhou Ziheng's eyes stuck to Xia Xiqing's body, watching the heat flow lifting his forehead, watching him stretch his neck to meet the wind, sweaty hair stuck to the corner of his mouth, and was fiddled with his hands, but he had no time to care about the broken hair stuck to the slender neck.

This scene brought Zhou Ziheng a sense of sexiness full of fireworks.

"Oh, I and the people from the shooting team are going to have a meeting and go outside to get the night view together. Are you two staying here? Are you going back to the hotel?"

Before Xia Xiqing could answer, Zhou Ziheng made a decision without authorization, "Stay here, I want to find the script." He walked to the sofa in three steps and sat down, and hugged Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "Xiqing, come with me, after waiting, I will call Xiao Luo to pick us up back to the hotel."

Brother Fei stuffed the key into his hand, "Then I will give you this, my wife just sent me a text message and urged me to pick up the child from the tutoring class."

"No, Brother Fei, go, my assistant will pass by later." Zhou Ziheng's hand pointed at Xia Xiqing's shoulder, "Besides, isn't there a local person?"

In this way, Kuncheng and Feige were persuaded by Zhou Ziheng. They went downstairs together, and the footsteps gradually disappeared. Zhou Ziheng closed the rusty iron door. Just as he was about to turn around, Xia Xiqing pushed it to the door.

"What are you thinking?" Xia Xiqing threw the hat in his hand back and threw it on the gray-green fabric sofa behind him. His palms were very hot, and the soldering iron reached his heart through his chest.

Finally there was no taboo. Zhou Ziheng looked down at his thin waist wrapped in a slim body, hugged him, and the distance was compressed. The stuffy air between the two seemed to be discharged, and they were pressed against each other through the tide of cloth and flesh.

"Take your idea."

Xia Xi lowered his head, hugged him by his hand and opened it, "Dream." After saying that, he walked to the bathroom by himself, and the sound was sticky and echoed, "I'll take a shower and sticky body. You call Xiao Luo now and ask him to buy some food on the way, I'm very hungry."

After saying that, he reached out to lock the bathroom door, and found that the rust-stained bolt could not move at all, and he tried several times but couldn't lock it.

A hand of the joints clamped the door frame. Xia Xiqing raised his eyes and Zhou Ziheng was unruly and had a little slutty smile last year.

“I’m very hungry, too.”

After saying that, he squeezed into the bathroom, and the cramped bathroom was stuffed all of a sudden. The shower switch turned on as soon as Xia Xiqing entered, and the water poured downwards, aggravating the humidity in this narrow space.

Sticky humidity is a breeding ground for desire.

"There are no two people left here." Xia Xiqing grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand, pulled it up, and took off the clothes that completely stuck to his body.

Zhou Ziheng got closer and almost pressed against him, "I can always stand down if I get closer."

He raised his head, Xia Xiqing's mouth, which was covered by the heat wave, opened slightly, with a smile on his face, and his words seemed to be blamed, "Why are you so obsessed with people?"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng snatched the black T-shirt he took off from his hand, threw it outside the bathroom, pushed his chest step by step to push him to the shower that was wide open. The hot water from the beginning poured everything wet, including Zhou Ziheng's low voice toward him.
Chapter completed!