Zhou Ziheng stood firmly, holding the small handwritten letter with his fingers, lowering his head, and the black hat brim covered his deep eyes and blindfolded his emotions for a long time.

Xia Xiqing didn't know what was wrong with him. She was very restless and a certain emotion between panic and shame rose. This was not like him. Both of these emotions were very different. Xia Xiqing.

"That..." Xia Xiqing's lips moved, and his self-esteem that had been entrenched in this body for too many years made him stretch out his hand and snatch the letter back from Zhou Ziheng's hand. "This is a copy of the paragraph, I really like this song..."

The words that forced himself to cheer up ended in Zhou Ziheng's kiss that stepped forward. He held Xia Xiqing's cheek with his hands, but Xia Xiqing felt that he was holding his nervous and dying. The soft kiss was a good medicine, which made him resurrect from the dead in great loss.

Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, and his two bodies were closely pressed against each other, with his chest pressing against his chest, and his dirty leaning against his dirty dirty.

When he wrote those words with his own hands, he felt like a sacrificer.

For Zhou Ziheng's brilliant starlight, he offered all his own timidity, his old illness, the dark side of his body, his eager desire.

On the top floor of this gorgeous and secret art museum, hundreds of works exclusively belong to the people revolve around them. The world outside the door used this young artist as a topic of conversation, causing storms all over the city, but he was unwilling to think that the plan that should have been perfect was disrupted, but his muse came.

The perfection in regret is even more perfect.

Zhou Ziheng gently stroked Xia Xiqing's neck, kissed and kissed the top of his head. His feelings were extremely complicated, from the initial panic and restlessness, to the forgotten loss, to the anger, to the worry. The explanation that finally met outside the gate of the art museum, and the surprise and touching of climbing to the top.

All the emotions that are indescribable now turn into crazy love for the person in his arms.

"Do you like these gifts?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, with warm spring water flowing in his eyes.

"I like." Zhou Ziheng kissed the tip of his nose, "I like these, I like you more."

The straightforward love is burning with your ears.

Xia Xiqing turned his back to him, held his hand and brought him to the sculpture. Zhou Ziheng felt surprised. The feeling was indescribable. He saw himself turning into a snow-white work of art with his own eyes. Looking at its smooth lines that were almost real, the deep and three-dimensional facial bones as deep as mountains, there were only points, and Zhou Ziheng always felt that he was not like himself.

"It's too gentle." Zhou Ziheng stood half a meter away, facing his little artist, smiling a little embarrassed, "Don't you realize it, how could that be..."

"Who said that?" Xia Xiqing walked over to him, looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, his voice soft and soft as spring breeze.

"You don't even tell me how gentle you are."

Gentleness that cannot be reproduced with soil and love.

After saying that, Xia Xiqing turned around again, "Didn't you find the posture of this sculpture very familiar?"

Zhou Ziheng's emotions were not yet removed, and he was just as he was hit by his rare true feelings. He felt a little drunk. He stretched out his arms, hugged his slender waist wrapped in the exquisite suit from behind, put his chin on his shoulders, and stared at the sculpture with his head tilted.

It is not a standing posture, but a sitting position, with its upper body exposed, its muscles and clear lines, and its waist to its thighs are covered with soft fabrics. The softness of the fabric is almost true, and the lines and semi-flowing states are real and unrestrained, as if it can be pulled off with its hands. It tilted its head slightly, looked at its eyes and went forward, and held the rose with its right hand, and only opened the rose petals are soft and tender. The control of light and shadow is like a moonlight that sneaked in from the diagonally in front of it, illuminating it.

There is a golden nameplate under the counter with a word engraved on it - thief.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt familiar, "It was... when you were locked up, the day you stolen your house?"

Xia Xiqing turned his face sideways, as if he was rewarded, kissing his face, and his smile was particularly sweet, "Yes."

He could not forget what he saw when he turned back when he was about to leave. The little prince who kept the red rose under the moonlight. The picture frozen in his pupils, the failed Romeo had not dissipated for a long time, so he had to use his hands and talents to keep the moonlight of the night forever.

The form that can interpret the essence of Xia Xiqing to interpret Zhou Ziheng.

"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng gently rubbed Xia Xiqing's side face with his face. Xia Xiqing turned his face, and a childish smile appeared on the pure and beautiful face, "No need to thank you."

"I should thank you." He turned over again in the next second, his voice very low and light.

"You are the ."

Zhou Ziheng didn't hear this clearly, and hugged him and asked, but Xia Xiqing refused to say it. He jumped quickly and felt that he was probably crazy. He also said this.

No matter how he got entangled, Xia Xiqing refused to say anything. Instead, she broke free from her arms and walked to the sculpture, pretending to observe the work, and reached out to stroke the sculpture's cheek. What's wrong, this action suddenly made Zhou Ziheng feel threatened. He stepped forward and pulled Xia Xiqing back to him, "Don't touch it."

Xia Xiqing was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"You touch it, stand here alive." He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and pasted it on his face. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's face, Xia Xiqing was angry and funny, "You are getting more and more restless, and you are about to eat the vinegar in the sculpture."

Zhou Ziheng was too lazy to defend himself, "Yes, it's jealous." He frowned, suddenly something came up, and whispered, "Who said, will you treat this sculpture as your Galatia?"

Xia Xiqing was stunned and jealous. This guy also quoted the allusion of the Greek god.

He reached out and pulled Zhou Ziheng's face, "Why are you so powerful? Can this be a big deal? Pygmalion fell in love with his own sculpture after carving a sculpture. He has no prototype, and he has you."

Although his tone was not very gentle, the words afterwards seemed to be like stars falling into Zhou Ziheng's , illuminating the whole chest. He hugged Xia Xiqing next time, kissed him on the face again and again, and was happy that he forgot to be jealous.

"Hey, let go, childish."

"Don't let it go, you're from."

"Don't you put it away, don't let it go, lock it up, and never show it to you again, and don't give it to you."

"You don't let go of scaring you. These are all, and you do too."

The two of them stayed in this small art museum for a long time, and saw all the paintings Xia Xiqing painted for him. Many of them were painted for him when they had never met. They were framed and placed here. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help feeling a little guilty. When he saw a truck passing by downstairs of the apartment before, he thought that Xia Xiqing was going to leave quietly.

It turned out that all the paintings were transferred here.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xia Xiqing, who had been warm in Zhou Ziheng's arms for a long time, finally woke up from the sweetness. His inner world tried his best to escape the troublesome fact, but it did happen, and the impact was immeasurable. Xia Xiqing just entered the entertainment industry with a playful look. This was not his job. He was going to return to his true career after all, but Zhou Ziheng and him were not. His career was an actor, and his principles and ambitions were accomplished through performance.

However, the art circle is different from the entertainment circle. He is not so much that Zhou Ziheng is pulled into the abyss of public opinion by himself.

"You should leave." Xia Xiqing lowered her eyes, "You shouldn't actually come either."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to hear him say this, "It's time to come, it's time to come, it's time to come."

"Yes." Xia Xiqing looked up and sighed again, "What it means is that now, many people must be staring at you. You should be a little far away from you during this period."

"It's okay. We're here, and there will be people who will suspect the relationship between us, it doesn't matter." Zhou Ziheng smiled, "The reporter took a photo and took a photo. If you don't show it publicly, you will deal with it. I've been talking about it for so long, and no reporter dares to put the photos of the secretly taken online unless they don't mess up."

Xia Xiqing felt a little relaxed. Now it was a good time to leave the art museum. He led Zhou Ziheng to the back garden of the art museum, opened a locked wooden door, and the two left quietly and got into the car outside the back door of Xia Xiqing.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Xia Xiqing's mind kept turning. His sexual orientation was not a secret, especially in the Italian social circle. However, so sudden exposure in China made him not open to the cabinet, but he was caught off guard. There were too many suspicious points when it came to detail. Just the timing, it was a coincidence. "It's strange, the news was revealed, and it was just a matter of revenge. Just choose the news on your birthday, it was like intentional revenge."

"It's intentional revenge." Zhou Ziheng licked the dry corner of his mouth impatiently, "It was Wei Min who did it."

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. He was guilty of someone else because he had not reached the point of being a coward. "Wei Min? Is he so frustrated?" He untied his tie with one hand, "Last time, he should have made him lose his son and grandson."

"Probably the revenge is too heavy."

Xia Xiqing suddenly understood Wei Min's intentions. Wei Min said that his wealth still dared to do these things. It was nothing more than relying on his true love for men and really with Zhou Ziheng, which was to disrupt public opinion and make him criticized.

But he still didn't understand Xia Xiqing enough.

"He really got revenge for this?"

Xia Xiqing never cared about public opinion, and he never relied on other people's evaluation to live.

"Since he revealed your sexual orientation, he will next step. If he guessed correctly, he should be making a fuss about your private life before." Zhou Ziheng analyzed calmly and comforted Xia Xiqing, "I said my sister-in-law would deal with it and she would public relations."

"Public relations are useful, but not useful." Xia Xiqing gently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and said with a casual smile on his face, "If you like playing this set, then see who will lose his reputation first."

On the next day, the hot discussion on Weibo about Xia Xiqing's sexual orientation still did not dissipate, and it was still on the hot search headlines.

Jiang Yin contacted some big Weibo vs. He posted some blog posts, and some made homophobic arguments. These articles immediately aroused the disgust and criticism of some netizens, and they developed sympathy for Xia Xiqing himself.

[@skyscraper: The remarks of some big vs on Weibo are really foul. Although they are not homosexual, they can't stand it. What does it have to do with people who like men and women? They died early in the morning!]

[@Little Angel Aimei: Also, because the current era has made progress, and public opinion about homosexuality is somewhat tolerant, but it is still this, it is true.]

[@Where do you like to go: It's a boy, I also like boys. I have really felt the malice of this society these days.]

However, many netizens committed cyber violence and attacked Xia Xiqing's sexual orientation. A large part of them was Zhou Ziheng's Du Wei. He used Xia Xiqing's sexual orientation and wrote a short paper on the topic of Xia Xiqing's sexual orientation, discussing Xia Xiqing's various crimes, sucking blood, and even exaggerating it. It rose to the point of sexual harassment in the workplace, which really gave Jiang Yin a headache.

After all, at this time, even if Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng have nothing to do, what fans should do is to keep silent and leave themselves aside instead of causing trouble. But there are always some fans in the fan circle who can't tell them clearly, and they want to kill their idols when they are fighting.

[@Love Zhou Ziheng only: Mr. Xia is homosexual, and he also entered the entertainment industry through Zhou Ziheng's name to cooperate with him for many more times. It is a pity.]

[@口小小小小小小: To say something that shouldn't be said, although I'm not a fan of Zhou Ziheng, I feel that it's very disgusting to compare with me. If my idol is forced to sing a gay guy with me, I'd probably be angry to death.]

[@User 23345290: Is it only the only person who saw Xia Xiqing's first eye and didn't like him? It looks very gay, and what's the use of being good-looking?]

These remarks came and were immediately bombarded by netizens and fans who supported him, and neither side gave in.

Good thing is that fan circles are in a small range after all, and Du Wei is also a minority, and they can't make any troubles after all.

Taking advantage of the fact that online public opinion began to tend to discuss sexual orientation, Jiang Yin immediately arranged a new writer to make a statement on another side, such as [Is homosexuality really an original sin?], [Without sexuality, freedom], articles such as [Without sexuality, it is related to freedom] have frequently appeared on the Internet, and many homosexual bloggers wrote and published spontaneously, which quickly set off a wave of netizens about sexual orientation. Xia Xiqing's problem of being raised to the category of freedom, accurately hitting the weaknesses and demands of many netizens.

[@Transparent:SenseThe root of this incidentThat whistleblower, others like men and women are all other people's private affairs, and they have not done anything harmful to the world. Isn't this infringe on other people's privacy rights?]

[@Marshmallow is very sweet: The world is no longer worth it, so I can’t even have the freedom to like anyone?]

Xia Xiqing did not listen to Jiang Yin's words. His Weibo was straightforward, always looking at the public opinion trend on the Internet, waiting for the right opportunity.

According to Wei Min's brain, the next plan must be to expose his private life. Although Xia Xiqing's private life before was chaotic, it was definitely not promiscuous. It was just that the number of people he pursued was considerable, but there were only ones. Moreover, because he never trusted anyone, he never left photos and images. Wei Min got him from this point, just to write some gossip articles, and the chance of finding a real story is very low.

His electric sounded suddenly, it was Zhao Ke.

"Hey." Xia Xiqing's tone was calm and excessive.

Zhao Ke still hesitated on the other end, "You... are you okay?"

"It's pretty good. Very good." Xia Xiqing flipped through the workbench, found a lollipop, tore the candy paper and put it in his mouth, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Wei Min's affairs were told. My friend was at the same table with him in the overall situation. Someone mentioned that he was hospitalized. Others didn't tell the inside story. However, according to his friend, Wei Min almost dropped the table at that time, and his face looked very ugly. On the way back, he was cursing and said that he would kill someone and let him taste the embarrassing feeling." Zhao Ke paused, "It turned out that he was going to mess with you, but he seemed to be preparing to expose your private life and let you be violent online."

"Ha." Xia Xiqing snorted coldly, "He thought it was made of paper. With these irrelevant people talking a few words, can he not be able to raise his head?"

"Xia Xiqing's neck is very hard, and she didn't bow her head when she was born."

Zhao Ke sighed, feeling that it was not easy for him to have sex with his own children. There were so many troublesome things, "Wei Min is a rogue, shameless, very much. My friend said that he started talking about the bed at the dinner party, and he didn't give him any face to face. He said it was so ugly, and it was said that..."

Hearing Zhao Ke hesitate, Xia Xiqing asked, "What?"

Zhao Ke and Zhou Ziheng are passers-by, and they are good kids from families within the system. They are so stammering when they say that, "My friend said that he also took his mobile phone to them at the dinner table and played the video he recorded. He is a third-tier female star." He tickled his tongue, his tone was full of disgust, and he was a little worried. Xia Xiqing, "If Ziheng hadn't arrived in time, maybe you might be..."

Xia Xiqing suddenly bit the sugar ball in his mouth, and his voice was crisp.

“ said.”

After hanging up Zhao Ke's phone, Xia Xiqing sat in front of his workbench and sat quietly until the candy fragments in his mouth melted.

What Zhao Ke said before was a shadow in his , and it echoed repeatedly. Something flashed through his mind, Xia Xiqing suddenly curled the corner of his mouth, took his cell phone and called it up.

"Hello?"

The other party's voice was not like the usual son who was deliberately a bad friend. Instead, he was also concerned, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm already, who else, don't you tell me?" He smiled and went straight to the point.
Chapter completed!