When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ziheng was gone again, and Xia Xiqing was lying on the bed in oversized pajamas.

The whole bed was full of Zhou Ziheng's smell, it smelled very good, he glanced at his phone, it was already 10:30 in the morning, and there were two more messages.

[Moral Model: I have to walk a red carpet today, and I probably won’t be back until very late. There's bagel sandwiches in the fridge for you. ]

Xia Xiqing felt that he had accumulated virtues in his previous life, and that he would find such a friend with sex. After stretching his waist, Xia Xiqing got up and opened the curtains. The sunshine in early May met him face to face, and he was in a good mood. After opening the curtain, I found that the bedroom window was a large bay window covered with a layer of gray blanket. Xia Xiqing sat down along the way, and found that there were many scattered papers on the bay window, densely packed with notes, and piles of materials.

These are Zhou Ziheng's handwriting. Xia Xiqing flipped through it casually, and found that many of the materials were related to AIDS. There were notes on pathology and medicine such as early symptoms of AIDS, as well as psychological analysis and research on AIDS patients. The notes were quite detailed, even in those Next to the symptoms and psychological manifestations, the inner activities and manifestations corresponding to the characters are written.

So serious. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but feel that Zhou Ziheng is really a freshman compared to those young students who are casually picking up and filming movies nowadays. He is old, talented, and still working so hard.

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

Taking his own clothes and changing his shoes, Xia Xiqing was about to go back to his home, but before closing the door, he remembered Zhou Ziheng's WeChat message, so he turned back and took away the bagel sandwich he had left for himself in the refrigerator. When he closed the refrigerator door, he realized that there were a lot of incomprehensible physics formulas posted on his refrigerator.

Terrible science guy.

Xia Xiqing returned to his home to wash and tidy up. He had just changed when he received a call from his former assistant tutor. He thought he was just caring about him on a daily basis, but he didn't expect that this time it was actually a matter of persuading him to work.

"I think you are suitable for colleges and universities. The environment here is very relaxed. You can enjoy many resources and create as much as you want."

"Really?" Xia Xiqing smiled politely, "I haven't made any plans for the future yet, so I will certainly consider your suggestion, teacher."

"Whether you come or not, don't bury your talent."

talent.

These two words were extremely heavy to Xia Xiqing. As early as when he was studying in Fomei, he was praised by others with the vague description of being talented, and he was also criticized by many critics, saying that his works were too dark and breathless. Some call it Reiki, some call it heresy. But no matter what, the original self was indeed able to draw things that were discussed by others.

But now. Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone that he has now entered a bottleneck period of creation, a period of confusion, and he has no belonging when he writes. He locked up all the previous paintings and didn't want to see them again. The spark of creation is fading day by day, which makes him wonder if he is really talented. Or is it that the aura at the beginning was just a nightmare of constantly overdrawing oneself.

Enduring the pain, I squeezed the black pus from my heart bit by bit, and spread them on the drawing paper, calling it creation.

Why is he so pathetic.

Xia Xiqing closed his eyes and leaned his head up in the hanging chair. The phone rang again. He thought that Professor Wang had something to say, so he connected without even looking at it. "Teacher..."

"I can be called a teacher by you 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 smiled, "That's right, Teacher Xu, Editor Xu."

"Don't make fun of me. I didn't sleep last night, and now I live on coffee."

Xia Xiqing got out of the hanging chair, went to the balcony and lit a cigarette for himself, "So tired? What are you busy with? I'm not afraid that Xia Zhixu will be in a hurry with you."

"He was in a hurry with me yesterday, it's annoying him to death."

Hearing the ending of Xu Qichen's last sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was being fed dog food. Xu Qichen quickly changed the subject again, "Did Zhou Ziheng tell you that I am the screenwriter of his new play?"

Sure enough, this is still the case. Xia Xiqing hummed, "That's why I called you Xu Bian."

"Sigh, this book is too difficult to handle. I wanted to write a relationship line, but I couldn't find a suitable actress."

Xia Xiqing interrupted: "Didn't you have a prototype when you wrote the script?"

Xu Qichen was stunned for a moment on the other end of the phone, Xia Xiqing was too smart, he had to have another brain to think of countermeasures when talking to him. He definitely can't say that his prototype is Xia Xiqing. He wrote the script based on his things, but he didn't expect to find a Xiaohuadan who matched his age and could handle acting skills.

"No, everything I can write has a prototype." Xu Qichen smiled.

Too. Xia Xiqing recalled what Zhou Ziheng said yesterday, "I heard from Zhou Ziheng, you and the director both want me to act?"

I was still thinking about how to bring this up, but Xia Xiqing said it himself, "Yes, these things are a bit troublesome to talk about. Where are you now? Let's talk face to face. I will show you the information."

"Come to my house."

It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon when Xu Qichen finished his work, packed his things and went 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 his back, and Xia Xiqing took it, "The people living in this apartment are quite special, so the security system should be stricter." He hugged Xu Qichen shoulder, "Why do you look so small, like a college student."

Xu Qichen scratched at the stubble of his hair in embarrassment, and looked down at the yellow sweater on his body, "I came out without changing." When he saw Xia Xiqing's living room and the lofty roof, he couldn't help sighing, "You The house I bought this time is really big.”

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

Hearing Xia Xiqing's proposal, Xu Qichen asked seriously, "Why buy the downstairs? Isn't it better to have the same floor? How many households are there in this floor?"

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

"The other one sold?"

"right."

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

How can you guess like this. Xia Xiqing nodded, "Yes."

"Which star? Do I know it?"

"Oh, you don't know." Xia Xiqing supported Xu Qichen's shoulders and pushed him to sit on the sofa. "Aren't you going to talk about the script? Let's get straight to the point."

Xu Qichen took out the computer from his bag, and took out the latest version he modified, "I don't know how much Zhou Ziheng has introduced to you, so let's start from the beginning. I'm going to change the role of the heroine to a male one, delete it." There are not many emotional scenes in the original script anyway."

"Delete all the emotional scenes?"

"Hmm. If the two protagonists are boys, it would be too much to add an emotional drama. Originally, the theme of this drama is not emotional, so it is very likely to go wrong in time, especially in the later stage of publicity. "Xu Qichen pushed the laptop in front of Xia Xiqing, "I changed the role of the female lead to the second male lead, named Jiang Tong, and the first male lead, Gao Kun, will be played by Zhou Ziheng."

Xia Xiqing looked at the setting table made by Xu Qichen while listening to Xu Qichen's introduction.

"Let me tell you about the character of Jiang Tong. Although he is different from Gao Kun, he grew up in the city, but his living environment is the lowest in the city. He has even been a black family all the time. He didn't even finish high school. Dropped out of school. Originally we wanted to write him as autism, but considering the development of the plot, we changed it and decided to change it to depression.”

"Depression..." Xia Xiqing swiped the mouse, and when he saw the plot on the second page, his fingers stopped suddenly.

Xu Qichen was very clear 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, and his family is very complicated. One of his ears was deaf because his father beat him alive."

He looked at Xia Xiqing's profile, his chest slowly rising and falling, as if he was suppressing something.

"You will definitely think I'm cruel." Xu Qichen put his hand on Xia Xiqing's knee, "Xi Qing, you can't keep facing it."

Xia Xiqing took a deep breath. If another person was sitting next to him at this time, anyone would be fine, he would definitely overturn the computer, but he was Xu Qichen, and he knew very well that Xu Qichen was not the kind who would tear him apart wounds the man who made fun of him. He couldn't vent his emotions towards Xu Qichen, so he could only suppress it.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, you can also lose your temper with me." Xu Qichen moved closer, "You can't hide from the past forever, just like me back then, avoiding can't solve any problems."

Xia Xiqing gritted his teeth tightly, still not speaking.

"I have been writing this script for a long time. When I decided to join those plots, I was thinking of your experience. This method of bone scraping and healing may be painful, but I want you to come out of the shadows completely. You are too strong, and you have never vented to anyone once. If this continues, he will only accumulate in your heart and will not disappear. You treat it as a creation, and vent all the emotions in your heart through the window of creation , just this time, maybe it will be fine in the future."

"You also said that it might be possible." Xia Xiqing finally spoke, but his tone was like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest wave.

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

Xia Xiqing's heart felt sour. He and Xu Qichen had known each other for almost ten years. They knew these words well, and they had never opened up to each other. After all, they were both men. Thinking about it this way, Xia Xiqing felt that he was as hypocritical as a woman now. He was easy to soften his heart towards Xu Qichen, not to mention that Xu Qichen's words were all about this, and he still couldn't say a word for a long time.

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

The silence was misunderstood by Xu Qichen as a failure of persuasion, he sighed, "If you really don't want to, I'll go talk to the director again, let's meet some young actors and see if we can meet someone who is smart As he said, he closed the computer, "I think Zhou Ziheng likes this book very much, their team has been empty for a long time for this film, and it is said that they even recommended a big director, whether you act or not, he will definitely have to work hard Six months."

Speaking of this, Xia Xiqing was annoyed. For some reason, when he thought of not being able to meet Zhou Ziheng in Beijing for several months, he felt uncomfortable everywhere, with chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"Where are you going to find an actor?"

"The more popular ones in the circle are not particularly suitable for this role. The director wants to find the kind of boy who looks protective and easy to arouse the audience's empathy. But you know, this type of male actor is not common, so Should go to see the newcomers in the film school."

Newcomer? That's not a fresh little fresh meat, young and good-looking, and I have a pity for protection, and then I will stay with the righteous messenger who is born to protect others and stay with the moral model for half a year. Well, I spent so much money Those who spend a lot of time hooking up and seducing are equivalent to making wedding dresses for others.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Xia Xiqing simply stopped thinking, "Chen Chen, do you want to eat pizza?"

"Ah?" Originally Xu Qichen was still immersed in the sad atmosphere of failed lobbying, but Xia Xiqing asked him suddenly, he couldn't respond, "Eat...?"

"I'll order." Xia Xiqing took out his mobile phone and logged on to WeChat. After ordering, he glanced at Moments, scrolled down, and happened to find Xiao Luofa's Moments.

[Ronaldo: As soon as I heard that Ziheng was going to the XX Fashion Charity Gala, my WeChat account exploded. Here, I took a sneak shot for you. ]

With Zhang Zhou Ziheng's side profile, it is different from his private server. His hair is combed up, and his three-dimensional facial features are all exposed. He is wearing a rare white suit with a dark blue tie around the neckline. It is not as aggressive as the previous look. , a little more expensive temperament.

In the camera, he is lowering his head and straightening his cuffs, with a focused expression, and the lines from the bridge of his nose to his lips are unbelievably three-dimensional. He remembered the praise of Zhou Ziheng's face in the fan circle before, and often compared him with Apollo. Originally, Xia Xiqing was Those who don't like the character of Apollo are arrogant and paranoid, but if the sun **** really had this face, he might not have so much prejudice.

He also left a comment on Ronaldinho's circle of friends.

[Today's look is really nice, Prince Benzi. ]

Unexpectedly, not long after I sent it, a message popped up on WeChat.

[Moral Model: Thank you. ]

Xia Xiqing didn't hold back and laughed. Why is this person so thick-skinned, he wrote the comment for Ronaldinho, okay?

[Terrorist: Walk your aisle. ]

Received a second reply soon.

[Moral Model: I left early, I’ll be fine after watching the performance, and I can’t stay for dinner. ]

Thinking of Zhou Ziheng saying yesterday that he had to lose weight for the role, Xia Xiqing felt pitiful, but he still teased him with a wicked sense of humor.

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

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, and the call for takeaway came. Xia Xiqing went down to fetch the pizza, and sat on the floor with Xu Qichen, eating pizza and drinking Coke.

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

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

"Chen Fang is already in a relationship?" Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows in disgust, "Which little girl is so blind at a young age."

Xu Qichen smiled to the side, holding a piece of pizza in his hand, "It's an intern in their company, I saw it the other day, she looks cute, she seems to be called Xiaoliang."

Xia Xiqing let out a long sigh. Xu Qichen stretched out his leg and kicked Xia Xiqing's leg, "Oh, but you are alone."

"Me?" Xia Xiqing gave Xu Qichen a wink, "I want to find a partner just to talk."

"I'm not talking about that kind of partner, I'm talking about a serious relationship." Xu Qichen moved his buttocks and sat over, "I think Zhou Ziheng is pretty good, good-looking, tall, and decent, the key is you don't Are you still his fan?"

Xia Xiqing squeezed Xu Qichen's face with his unsoiled hand, "Why do you worry about me so much?"

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

The two ate and drank for an hour or two, during which Xu Qichen made all kinds of insinuations, but was fooled by Xia Xiqing who pretended to be confused. He sent the photo of himself before eating and the messy photo after eating to Zhou Ziheng.

[Moral Model]: Are you a devil?

Seeing his reply, the corners of Xia Xiqing's mouth were about to go to the sky. He held an unfinished half bowl of borscht in one hand and typed with the other.

"It's good." Xu Qichen felt unbearable, leaned on Xia Xiqing's body, but Xia Xiqing missed it, and the remaining half bowl of cold soup was poured on Xu Qichen's body.

"Damn it," Xia Xiqing held back a smile and picked up the soup bowl from Xu Qichen's neck, "I won't look at you and I won't look at you, so why are you going home later?"

Xu Qichen pursed his lips, "I feel like I'm a walking borscht now."

"You might as well go take a shower, take your clothes to the dry cleaning, and go back in my clothes first." Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back her laughter, and the more she laughed, the louder she was. After hearing his words, Xu Qichen went directly to the guest bathroom on the first floor, took off his dirty clothes and took a bath, Xia Xiqing cleaned up the takeaways on the floor a little bit, and originally said he was going to find clothes for him, but after cleaning up the trash, he forgot all about it, and was so tired Sitting cross-legged on the sofa drinking coke.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Who will this point be. Xia Xiqing took the last sip of Coke, put the empty cup on the floor, walked to the entrance and glanced at the electronic screen.

Zhou Ziheng?

Xia Xiqing pressed the button on the electronic screen and said to him, "Why are you coming to my house."

"I-I forgot my key card."

"Then you call the property management, what are you doing here?"

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

"A few minutes?"

"What minutes?"

Xia Xiqing purposely suppressed a cold tone, "Sit for a few minutes."

Zhou Ziheng's expression collapsed, "Five minutes..."

"Okay." Xia Xiqing opened the door with a suppressed smile. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened it, there was no one outside. He glanced outside, and was dragged into the entrance by a man, who forced him against the wall of the entrance. , Start kissing without saying a word.

"Hey... Hey, Zhou Ziheng..." Xia Xiqing couldn't push it away, the kiss was too sudden and he was not prepared at all, his scalp was numb, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Fuck...what are you doing...get up..."

Zhou Ziheng supported the back of his neck with his palm, and said in a low voice, "I'm hungry."

"Shut me off if you're hungry...uh..."

In just one or two months, Zhou Ziheng's kissing skills have improved by leaps and bounds. From the beginning, he could only be kissed forcefully by Xia Xiqing, but now he can completely control the dominant position. That hot mouth churns.

"It's so sweet." Zhou Ziheng held Xia Xiqing's face and kissed it passionately. After hearing this, Xia Xiqing's heart beat abnormally fast. He grabbed his tie with one hand and Zhou Ziheng's shoulder with the other, trying to give an answer intermittently, "I just... drank Coke..."

Zhou Ziheng kissed his ear all the way from the corner of his mouth, leaving behind a series of light and hot kisses, and finally bit his earlobe, "No." His laugh was low, and his breath sprayed on Xia Xiqing's soft ear, "You It was sweet."

Xia Xiqing was so seduced by him that he couldn't think of anything all of a sudden. He stretched out his arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him. His fingers stuck to his scalp and inserted into his hair. His breathing became more and more chaotic. They were sweating, and they were about to lose control.

"Xi Qing? Can you help me get some clothes?" I heard a faint voice...

"Where are people? Xi Qing?"

clothes, clothes?

Fuck.

Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, "Wait, wait, listen to my explanation, that is..."

"Xi-qing-"

Brother, stop shouting. Xia Xiqing covered his forehead with his hands, not daring to look at Zhou Ziheng's face. He obviously didn't do anything wrong but his words started to get knotted, "That's Xu Qichen, you know him, Xu Bian? The white and thin one, remember."

Zhou Ziheng's expression didn't look much better. He folded his arms around his chest, wiped the corners of his lips with his fingers, and said with deep eyes, "And then?"

"Then we ate together, took a shower when his clothes got dirty, and..." Before he finished explaining, Zhou Ziheng blocked his mouth with a kiss again, this time more intense than the last time, hugging Xia Xiqing almost as hard To crush him into his arms.

He suppressed his voice, "Um...I can't breathe... Ziheng..."

But the more he pressed Zhou Ziheng, the more vigorous he was, like a beast driven by hunger.

Just when Xia Xiqing was almost suffocated by Zhou Ziheng's kiss, Xu Qichen, who was wearing only a bath towel, walked from the bathroom with wet hair to the quiet entrance, wanting to see if it was a thief or something.

Half a minute later, Xia Xiqing, who was hugged and kissed by Zhou Ziheng, heard Xu Qichen's swearing for the first time in his life.

"Fuck..."

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