After Zhou Ziheng finished filming, he dyed his hair back black. The filming day came to an end. He went back to the villa in the mountains and spent a few days with his parents, and went back to PHU to continue his schooling during the start of school in September.

When Zhao Ke saw Zhou Ziheng returning to school, he was very excited and thought he was dazzled.

"Hey, I've cut my hair short? He's handsome." He hit Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and shook his eyebrows, "How is it?"

Zhou Ziheng took out the notebook from his bag and turned on the phone. He put on glasses himself. His tone was not good and he didn't even look at Zhao Ke. "I dare to say that I should thank God if I didn't beat him."

"Why do you want to beat me up?" Zhao Ke grabbed Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "The two of them are broken? Damn it, I finally got a CP! I can't make me yellow!"

Zhou Ziheng took off his claws, turned his head and gave him a kind smile, "I'll send you my old blessing, I almost turned yellow."

"No." Zhao Ke wanted to say it, and the professor came in. He closed his mouth with a wink, posted a long list on WeChat, and asked everything in detail. Zhou Ziheng just pretended that he had not received it, and listened to the class and studied recognizingly.

After a morning class, Zhao Ke's bones dissipated and he took Zhou Ziheng to the cafeteria for dinner last year. He hadn't been to the cafeteria for a long time. The girls from the p-master thought they had hallucinations, and they leaned against Zhou Ziheng one by one. Soon, the entry [Zhou Ziheng returned to the p-master to attend class] was quickly topped the hot search. He was upset on the hot search, so Zhou Ziheng sent a WeChat message to his sister-in-law, asking her to give the hot search.

"Will you go back to the dormitory tonight?" Zhao Ke bought a cup of coffee at the coffee machine on the teaching floor and handed it to Zhou Ziheng. He took it and took a sip. The brim of the hat was pressed low, "I won't go back, I'll go back to the apartment today."

"Oh, I don't know that I thought the apartment was hidden." Zhao Ke was just a fool. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng drank coffee happily and did not refute. Zhao Ke then realized, "Damn it? Is the Tibetan?"

Zhou Ziheng coughed, gave Zhao Ke the coffee cup he had finished drinking, and called Xiao Luo to pick him up.

Zhao Ke quickly sent Ruan Xiao a message as if he had gotten something big gossip today.

[Zhao Ke: I'm living together after studying!]

Since the battle scene was filmed, in addition to the advertisements that had been set before, Zhou Ziheng also returned to "Escape from the Day". He did not take on any other jobs and traveled to and from school and home every day. Two months passed quickly.

The weather gradually became colder, and autumn in Beijing was particularly long, giving people the illusion that it was about to enter winter, but it was still a day away from breathing, and it was not until the moment when winter was coming.

At night, until the second half of the night, Xia Xiqing was extremely lacking. She went to bed in a daze in the early morning and felt that she had let go of her arms when she hugged her. In a half-dream and half-awake, Zhou Ziheng held her face and kissed her several times. He felt that he was clingy and raised his hand to cover his face with the back of his hand. In a trance, he felt that Zhou Ziheng sat up, and Xia Xiqing stretched out his arms to hug his waist. When he opened his voice, he still felt hoarse.

“Where do you go early in the morning…”

"There is a class in the morning, and Zhao Ke said that this teacher wanted to name the name." When Zhou Ziheng heard Xia Xiqing's confused question, he felt warm in his heart, but he had no choice but to go to class, so he had to grab the shirt on the head of the bed and put it on his body, buttoning it one by one, and buttoning it to the end of the hand that grabbed Xia Xiqing and kissed it, "Be good, sleep a little longer."

Xia Xiqing let go of his arms and lay down, and heard the sound of Zhou Ziheng putting on a sweater and jacket, and raised his hand to cover his face, "Oh... I can't imagine that I was actually having a partner with a college student... I was the kind that I had to call in class in the morning."

Seeing his arm was exposed and bare, Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he covered the quilt tightly for him, and then leaned down and kissed Xia Xiqing on the face twice, "Aren't college students good? Haven't you been in the middle of the year recently? You have to cook for the bed when you go home from school, and you have to cook for you to warm up the bed. Where can you find such a good college student?" Zhou Ziheng took a shameless bite of his ear, "The key is that he looks good."

"Let's watch some fantasy stars, please take a look at the big star." Xia Xiqing turned over and carried her back, hugged a large group of quilts and closed her eyes.

The quilt was full of Zhou Ziheng's refreshing and clean smell, like a cloud surging in the autumn wind, gently wrapping its rootless fallen leaves.

"Oh by the way, my sister-in-law told me yesterday that in order to promote the movie, we can have a variety show, so let me ask if I want to."

Xia Xiqing closed her eyes, almost falling asleep completely, and could only respond in half a confused manner, "..." He scratched Zhou Ziheng's heart like a cat, making him unable to help but walk to the bed, lowered his head and kissed his side face carefully. Half awakening was the softest and least guarded period of time for Xia Xiqing. Every time he kissed, he could hear him humming softly, making a sticky sound from his nose, like resistance and anger.

It is difficult for Zhou Ziheng to control himself from indulging in his rare obedience.

Absolutely and strong possessiveness, in the cool morning, it will always automatically turn into a pool of autumn waves, immersing your lover's soft and gentle body.

When he woke up again, he didn't know what time he could. Xia Xiqing reached out and turned off the light at the head of the bed, got up to wash and clean up, and ate some snacks and snacks bought by Zhou Ziheng, and then got into his studio. Since he came back from filming, the two of them changed their rooms every day. Sometimes they were at Xia Xiqing's house, and sometimes they changed to Zhou Ziheng's room, but most of the time it was Xia Xiqing who was acting like a demon and wanted to use his swimming pool to soak in the hot springs.

Zhou Ziheng has never come in this studio. Usually, when Zhou Ziheng comes back, Xia Xiqing will put down his work and accompany him. He has never asked about Xia Xiqing's artistic creations.

Wearing a dirty-resistant brown denim jacket, Xia Xiqing put on welding goggles and started to hang out at the small clay and line drafts he had made before. He hadn't done this kind of plaster sculpture for a long time. When he was in Fomei, he often helped his mentor make it. This sculpture was created independently by him, and this one that had not been born was the first one.

In order to make sculptures, he put away the paintings in the studio last month. This room is actually the largest room in the entire apartment except for the living room, but now it is also full of steel bars and sculpture clay. The sparks from the welding of steel bars are reflected on Xia Xiqing's goggles, dazzling.

As soon as the large skeleton was welded, Xia Xiqing was extremely tired and sat on the steel bar material and leaned against the wall to rest. When he was in the Academy of Fine Arts, he would often ask a white model to join them as a reference for all aspects of height, body shape, and posture, so that he could ensure that he would not lose it.

This time, Xia Xiqing can only follow his own heart.

A message came from the phone. Xia Xiqing put down the water and took the phone over.

[Jiang Yin: The promotion of "Stalking" is about to start recently, so I have to cooperate.]

His tone of speaking was like a police uncle. Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing and replied with a ok watch. He took advantage of the break and posted on Weibo. It was unknown how long it had been since the last time he was online. Xia Xiqing left many messages on Weibo until the page was stuck. He waited for a while before he could check it normally.

Habitually clicking into the comments first, the news of the screen full of [Brother Xi Qing wants to take a selfie! Please take a selfie!] is like a little red love heart that breaks through the screen, and it squirts straight into Xia Xiqing's face.

Let's post a selfie.

Xia Xiqing turned on the front camera and found that he was wearing protective glasses. He looked left and right and thought the glasses were quite beautiful, so he directly pressed the shutter.

In this way, Xia Xiqing posted a hasty selfie with electric welding protective glasses to Weibo to express comfort.

After a while, this selfie that was not very thoughtful was reposted by fans.

[My sweetheart is a little painter: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Talented Xia Xiqing: What sunglasses are so cool when Brother Xiqing wears! Anti-counterfeiting moles are super love!]

[Study girl rushes to the duck: These glasses are so technological, they look like scientists~~btw Did Xi Qing take a temporary photo?·Fresh selfie.]

Has this been discovered? Xia Xiqing couldn't understand. This was not a self-study girl, it was clearly a microscope girl.

[You have to do self-study during the Chinese New Year: Ahhhhh! There is a clock behind Xi Qing, and the one that is taken and released immediately!]

So that's it. Xia Xiqing looked back at his workbench. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the description.

He browsed the homepage again and happened to see Zhou Ziheng forwarding the official blog of "Stalking". He clicked in and saw that it was the promotional materials and two stills from the filming of the movie.

The first picture is in the smoke, Gao Kun's vague psychedelic side face, flowing gray and white smoke, the lush distant mountains outside the tunnel, and his short dark red hair, which are clearly colorful and intertwined, but the composition and perspective exudes a subtle sense of desolation.

The second picture is in the dark alley in the middle of the night, a pale moon hanging high, covering the interlaced illegal wires and the messy buildings that are constantly expanding upwards, with a layer of bleak gray light. The lower the downwards, the darker the darker. The two figures walked forward and behind, Jiang Tong, who was walking along the meeting, had a hint of panic and fear on his face. The person behind had been removed from the darkness. The sashimi on his arm was vaguely seen, and the vivid red hair became a fire in the darkness.

The two pictures did not fully show the complete look of the male lead and the second, and even the face was blurred, but the unique realistic and desolate style was unique. In addition, the hottest that self-study CP fans have accumulated for too long, not long before, the promotional materials were forwarded over 100,000 and 30,000 comments.

As the absolute male lead, Zhou Ziheng only had one sentence when forwarding.

[@Zhou Ziheng: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink, and thorn my tattoos, I know I am a good boy.]

Puff, who wrote this copywriting?

The next second, Xia Qing felt that this was probably written by Zhou Ziheng himself, and that was he who wrote it, wasn’t he afraid of destroying his character as the number one alpha in the entertainment industry?

He also followed Zhou Ziheng and forwarded a message, which seemed to be a joke, but in fact it was adjusted.

[@tsing_summer: Why do good boys follow others? //@Zhou Ziheng: Although I dye my hair, smoke, drink, and thorn tattoos, I know I am a good boy.]

Soon the reposts of the two were pushed by fans. The self-study girl saw the two interacting after several days, and was as happy as the New Year.

[Study girl rushes to ducks: Sisters are giving me candy!!! Come and eat it!]

[We are good friends when studying for self-study: What else can we do? Because he likes it!]

This comment was topped the top spot as soon as it appeared, and the same sentence was also rewritten below.

Because he likes it.

I can't explain why, Xia Xiqing's mouth raised and his heart was very good. He also looked at his unfinished steel frame and felt that he would not fail before he was put on mud.

When you are in love, it will indeed give people a very beautiful illusion around the world, especially when you are in love with secretly. The hormones are rising and dopamine is causing trouble.

Many creatives have successively reposted the official blogs of "Stalking", and even Yang Bo, who has few scenes, has reposted it. Xia Xiqing noted it, and Song Nian was not among them. When filming, they collaborated on each other and added Weibo to each other. Xia Xiqing clicked in from his follower list and found that Song Nian had just posted a selfie on Weibo.

[@Actor Song Nian: I believe that hard work will bring rewards, and you must be grateful every day. [Love][Hug]]

Below is a photo of her sleeping on a recliner in another crew, and a script full of notes is also placed on her body.

This is nothing, it is nothing more than a spiritual chicken soup to consolidate his hardworking and dedicated personality. Xia Xiqing always feels wrong. Everyone participated in the promotion of the film. Compared to the film company, Song Nian did not forward it alone, and even posted photos of himself on another crew while others were promoting it.

This is a bit of a rhythmic thought.

It was Song Nian that had a problem at this time. Is it hard not to be afraid that Kuncheng would cut all her scenes before the release?

What is she trying to do? She doesn’t have a good family background like Zhou Ziheng, and her resources are not top among Xiaohua. If this drama is cut all over, it will be in vain.

Xia Xiqing felt that this was not understandable, so he could only blame himself for thinking too much, after all, he was born to like conspiracy theories.

He returned to his Weibo homepage and found that he had received a reply from someone following. He clicked in and saw that it was Zhou Ziheng's message below the selfie he just took.

[@Zhou Ziheng: My wife no longer draws, has she changed to work as an electrician?]

Xia Xiqing took off the goggles at once. How did he know that he was doing electric welding? Soon, his attention was transferred from the electric welding to another place.

Why did he call himself his wife?

I didn't know what Mrs. was thinking, but I shouted with the fans. Now he knew it and still screamed, just to take advantage of it. Xia Xiqing was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was injected with chicken blood. I wondered if he thought he had stabbed some marmot's nest.

[Self-study makes me happy: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm going to faint when I call my wife!]

[I love self-study: Oh, Idol came to the Weibo of the Painter to urge the wife to post less selfies and draw more for him hahaha. - On the convenience of falling in love with the Painter.]

[The sweetest in the world of self-study study: Ahhhhh Zhou Ziheng is so good! My wife screamed so easily that I had to doubt what they called each other privately.]

Seeing this, Xia Xiqing's mind suddenly saw the scene where Zhou Ziheng called him Xiqing's brother, and he couldn't help but choke.

[The first alpha in the universe: By the way, Ziheng is about to celebrate his birthday. Isn’t my wife not ready to celebrate her birthday? Did she still draw last year?]

[Sister in self-study, why don’t you? My wife gave herself as a gift this year hahaha]

[My skin must get married: Ahhhhhh! I have kept the picture of my wife's birthday last year as a Weibo background. I look forward to Mrs. Xi Qing's birthday this year!]

Since he saw this comment, Zhou Ziheng must have seen it too.

Xia Xiqing decided to lock the door of this studio in the future.

I quit Weibo and took a look at my mobile phone calendar. It was October 6th, and it was two weeks before Zhou Ziheng's birthday. He suddenly remembered something and searched for Zhou Ziheng's constellation.

Speaking of which, this is what Xia Xiqing hates and looks down upon the most. He recorded the birthday of the person he likes, secretly prepared gifts for him, and searched for descriptions of his zodiac signs. He was stupid and silly. Only a child who was in his first love in his teenagers would do. At this time, Xia Xi threw away this inherent idea in the early morning, and he had a lot of fun shopping on the zodiac website.

What a smart person can't escape the intrigue of love.

"Elegant personality, approachable, a master of love..." Xia Xiqing unconsciously pronounced the words on the screen. The more he looked at the words, the more he felt that they didn't look like him. He simply took a picture and sent it to Zhou Ziheng.

[Little Rose:  doesn't look like a Libra man at all.]

Zhou Ziheng was studying in the library. When he clicked on WeChat, he found that it was a constellation analysis sent to him by Xia Xiqing. The last time he saw it was in elementary school, he had long been used to being said to be not like a Libra man. When he was in the sixth grade, he went home and asked his mother if he had remembered his birthday wrongly.

I almost got beaten by my mother.

[German Model: Constellation is not accurate.]

Soon Zhou Ziheng sent another one.

[German Model: What is the constellation?]

[Little Rose: Sagittarius.]

[German Model:...Okay, I've slapped in the face.]

[German Model: ConstellationAccurate.]

Since learning about the lover's sign, Zhou Ziheng sat in the library and never looked in a word. He held his cell phone and read the zodiac analysis all night. Especially after seeing the matching index between Sagittarius and Libra, he was so happy that he had no desire to learn and just wanted to pack his schoolbag and go home.

[German Model: Our zodiac sign pairing is 90 points, and we are born with a pair!]

Stupid. Xia Xiqing put down his cell phone, adjusted the frame again and again, and began to adjust the sculpture clay. His mind was full of Zhou Ziheng and said with a smile that he was born with a pair. Why can't he linger with two crescent eyes?

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the still rough and simple semi-finished product, and a smile that was even gentler than that of the ginkgo outside the window appeared on his face.

How can an artist not love his muse?
Chapter completed!