After filming that scene, Xia Xiqing really had a dream.

The mother in the dream was sitting beside him, holding his little soft hand, dipped in the paint and drew on the drawing board stroke by stroke, the sun was so full that it was like honey that was about to drip down, covering everything , Shiny, very beautiful.

All good things, no quarrels, no hysteria, no dead darkness.

When he woke up, Xia Xiqing found himself lying on the reclining chair of the crew, and the props crew was hastily arranged, coming and going, and moving a lot of things.

He turned his head to the side, and found that Zhou Ziheng was also asleep, with the script still covering his head, and then he remembered that they had just finished filming an exterior scene, and it was estimated that there would be a transition later. Xia Xiqing sat up, and after looking for a long time, he saw Xiao Luo sitting on the ponytail outside the car and watching the drama. The two were very close.

"Oh, don't squeeze me."

"I didn't squeeze you, you kept throwing yourself on me."

"Who jumped on me! It was you who leaned on me..." Xiaoxiao raised her hand and was about to hit Ronaldinho when she suddenly found Xia Xiqing who was leaning next to the car with a playful smile on her face. I stuttered, "Xi Xi..."

"Hee hee what hee hee, I haven't kissed you yet, you are still laughing, your mother really did not make a mistake in giving you the name." Xiao Luo was about to bump into her, but was dodged by Xiao Xiao, who couldn't hold back and went straight He fell to the ground, "Hey, what are you doing!"

Xiaoxiao stood up, took two steps away, and smiled awkwardly, "Xi Qing, what can I do for you?"

When Xiao Luo heard this, he quickly got up from the ground, "Xi Qing, that, that..."

Xia Xiqing held back his laughter, still leaning against the car, deliberately teasing the two of them, "I didn't see anything just now." He also deliberately took out the hearing aid in his ear, "I didn't hear anything."

Xiaoxiao kicked Xiao Luo with his foot, and Xiao Luo apologized again. Xia Xiqing thought this scene was very cute, "It's great to have a relationship at public expense."

After saying this, he suddenly realized that he and Zhou Ziheng were the ones who were in a relationship at public expense.

Fortunately, Xiao Luo didn't complain, and Xia Xiqing quickly put the topic aside, "Don't worry, I will definitely not tell Sister Jiang Yin, smile, is there ice water? I want to drink."

"Yes, do you want iced Coke?" Seeing Xia Xiqing nodded, he smiled and immediately got into the car and took two cans of iced Coke and handed them to him. "Today, this is the only can. If you have too much, you can't drink it. It's not good for your health."

"Got it." Xia Xiqing took the Coke, blinked at her, and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Luo, "Let's go, take a look."

Seeing Xia Xiqing turn around and leave, Xiao Luo breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Xiaoxiao still staring at Xi Qing's direction with an idiot face, he was a little unhappy, "What are you looking at!"

"Xi Qing is really good-looking..." Xiaoxiao had an expression of being fascinated by the handsome guy.

This is true, Xi Qing is good-looking, but Ronaldinho still refuses to admit defeat, "I still think Ziheng is handsome."

She turned her head with a smile, "Of course Ziheng is handsome."

"You playful woman, everyone looks good and everyone is handsome."

"That's not true." Smiling with a smile on her face, her aunt smiled, "Two super handsome guys are standing together, what's the matter with me, I just want to see handsome guys fall in love~"

Xia Xiqing, who was talked about by the young couple but didn't know it, walked back to the recliner alone. Zhou Ziheng was still asleep without knowing it. Xia Xiqing sat down and gently took the script off his head. Zhou Ziheng frowned and turned his head Facing him sideways, Xia Xiqing took a look at the crowded set, and then returned to Zhou Ziheng.

For some reason, I just wanted to tease him. Xia Xiqing picked up a can of Coke, put his finger on the tab, and brought it to Zhou Ziheng's ear.

"laugh-"

It's the cheers of carbon dioxide gas that can't wait to leave the confined space.

The voice of summer.

"Xi Qing?"

I don't know who called him, but Zhou Ziheng was awakened again by the sound of soda, and he didn't pay attention to his eyes. The Coke in Xia Xiqing's hand was knocked over by Zhou Ziheng's raised hand, and it just spilled down from the side of his neck.

"Fuck..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Xia Xiqing quickly pulled the tissue, but Zhou Ziheng was already awake, frowning and still a little dazed, "What are you doing..." He raised his hand to grab Xia Xiqing's hand, and touched it again The sticky side of his neck, "What is this?"

"Coke." Xia Xiqing pretended not to know anything, and took a sip of the half-sprinkled Coke. "I wanted to give you a drink, but who knew it was spilled."

Zhou Ziheng stood up from the reclining chair, grabbed Xia Xiqing's wrist and walked towards the corner. Xia Xiqing groaned for a long time and met Kuncheng on the way.

"Where are you going? We'll shoot after a while."

"Wash your neck."

Being dragged into the RV by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing just watched Xiaoxiao who was still sitting under the car chasing dramas and Ronaldinho met and walked away very knowingly, as if watching the wind, Zhou Ziheng closed the car door all at once , and then wrapped his arms around Xia Xiqing's waist, and leaned closer.

"Hot." Xia Xiqing pushed him, the air conditioner was not turned on in the car, it was indeed stuffy and hot, but Zhou Ziheng didn't let go, just hugged him and staggered all the way back, found the air conditioner remote control and pressed it. A gust of cold wind rushed in, making goose bumps on the back of Xia Xiqing's neck.

"You messed with me." Zhou Ziheng raised his chin slightly. Relying on this bottom-up angle and his expression when he looked up at others, he attacked the entire entertainment circle under the editing of a certain station.

Obviously a child.

Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his mouth, leaned his hands back on the table behind him, and half opened Bai Shengsheng's long legs under his shorts to surround Zhou Ziheng inside.

"It's rare for you to mess with me."

After finishing speaking, he deliberately hooked Gou Zhou's ankle exposed by the leg of Ziheng's jeans with the instep.

That look is really, the waves are boundless.

Zhou Ziheng's Adam's apple rolled, and his whole body pressed up, his voice lowered a little, "Don't you like it very much?"

"Did I say I don't like it?" Xia Xiqing pushed the coke can aside, fixed his eyes on Zhou Ziheng's lips, and then looked up at him. His eyes were full of hazy and ambiguous water vapor, and his breath was all mixed together. He just didn't kiss directly. go up.

Seeing that Zhou Ziheng was about to kiss him forcefully, Xia Xiqing tilted his head slightly, put his lips on the side of his neck, stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly, and the moment he raised his eyes, his eyelashes were like clipped feathers on Zhou Ziheng's cheeks. In my heart, "It's so sweet."

Zhou Ziheng was hot all over, he hugged Xia Xiqing's waist with both hands, put him on the table, grabbed his wrists and pressed half of his body down. After that, Xia Xiqing still seemed not afraid of death. Crossing his legs up, he blew lightly on Zhou Ziheng's face.

During this period of time, the two of them got along too tenderly, it was not like Xia Xiqing's style.

"So bearable?" Xia Xiqing wrapped his lips around, kissed his lower lip delicately, then bit it with his teeth, and rubbed it just right.

Zhou Ziheng's breathing was chaotic, as if what he was biting was not his lips, but the last string in his mind to maintain his sanity. With his strong chest rising and falling, Zhou Ziheng suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and calmly said, "There will be drama later."

"Did I say what I'm going to do?" Xia Xiqing smiled with the corners of his mouth tilted, "If you don't learn well at a young age, what's on your mind."

what else.

"It's all you." Zhou Ziheng bowed his head and kissed him, provocatively chasing the softness hidden in the hot and humid mouth with the tip of his tongue, but quickly withdrew, "It's time to film."

"What kind of movie is filming? It's a love affair at public expense." Xia Xiqing reached out and hugged his neck to prevent him from leaving, and kissed his pretty face again and again, "Don't forget that you are still in the probationary period. Good me, I will push you to find another home in the morning."

This sentence made Zhou Ziheng so angry that he didn't care about anything, he pressed down on the back of Xia Xiqing's head and kissed him.

The cicadas on the sycamore tree outside the car were calling one after another.

The assistant director wandered around outside the RV for at least four or five laps, always asking "Where is Ziheng? Is he in the car?"

"No, I don't know where he went, I'll find it for you."

Seeing that he couldn't stop it anymore, Ronaldinho played tricks on Xiaoxiao, pushed the assistant director away, and walked to the side of the RV when no one was around. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door slammed open from inside. Zhou Ziheng bent down and walked out from the inside. He bumped into Xiao Luo head-on, and his ears turned red.

Xiao Luo is a sensible person. Seeing him like this, he immediately coughed twice, "Then what...Zi Heng, the assistant director is looking for you, and it's probably time to start filming."

"Understood." Zhou Ziheng stood by the car door, as if covering something, Xiao Luo immediately made an excuse to walk away when he saw it, "I'm going to buy some popsicles for everyone, you guys go there quickly."

Seeing Xiao Luo walking away, Zhou Ziheng grabbed the car door with both hands, and got half of his body into the car. Before he could see clearly, a long object fell towards him. Zhou Ziheng was startled, and picked it up to have a look.

"You don't even wear a belt, do you want to wait until you wear it and then come back to get it?"

Xia Xiqing's voice was also a little sticky nasal, making his tone even more lazy. Regardless of the urging, he put on his sports shorts and walked out slowly. Seeing Zhou Ziheng blocking the door, he patted Zhou Ziheng's head with his hand.

Zhou Ziheng smiled, entangled him and kissed him for a while before letting him out.

"The root of my thigh is so painful."

"Rub it for you."

"Fuck your uncle."

The scene in the afternoon was about Gao Kun cutting Jiang Tong's hair. Seeing Zhou Ziheng during his lunch break, Xia Xiqing's head was full of yellow waste, and he had long forgotten which scenes were played in the afternoon. Now he saw Zhou Ziheng holding scissors and listening to Kuncheng's play, and only remembered it. Xia Xiqing, who was already weak Now the spine is softer.

With Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship, he may not know what kind of cutting it will be for him.

Xia Xiqing also walked to the director's side and discussed with him, "Director Kun, do you think this can be done? Just take a few shots of him cutting my hair, and then ask the barber to cut it for me, so that it looks like your hair." As desired, and then the camera takes another."

Kuncheng nodded slowly, as if approving his suggestion.

Zhou Ziheng stood behind Kuncheng with the scissors and cut the air twice.

"But I just want him to cut it for you."

Xia Xiqing was completely lost. I can only start filming with half-belief in this way.

"This can only be done one by one." Director Kun smiled, "There is no medicine for regret once you cut it down."

Zhou Ziheng grinned, and then blinked his left eye at Xia Xiqing.

"If you dare to cut my hair, the probation period will end immediately." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.

"You look so good-looking, even a shaved head looks good." Zhou Ziheng smiled and held the scissors, "Don't worry, I won't cut you into a dog-eating hairstyle."

"I was eaten by dogs all day long."

Xia Xiqing sighed, and could only give up struggling when he was about to die.

"Scene 1 of Scene 68 of "Tracking" is the first time, action!"

Sitting on the sofa, Gao Kun looked at Jiang Tong bending over and mopping the floor, his stubble softly sticking to his fair neck.

"Hey, your hair has really grown a lot."

Jiang Tong didn't seem to hear it, and was still dragging the floor vigorously. Gao Kun stretched his legs and stared at the small stool, and stepped in front of Jiang Tong. He straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, His eyebrows were raised slightly, as if asking him what's wrong.

"You, your hair is too long." Gao Kun paused every word, and stroked his stubble-like short hair.

Jiang Tong frowned, and was about to continue mopping the floor when Gao Kun stood up and snatched the mop from his hand, "I said you have good ears, you only listen to what you want to hear." He thought He reached out to grab the end of his hair, but his hand stopped in mid-air again.

Seeing Gao Kun's appearance, Jiang Tong lowered his head and bit the inside of his lips, signed a few times with sign language, raised his eyes to look at him, and then tried to explain, "Outside...haircuts...expensive."

"How expensive can it be?" Gao Kun threw the mop on the ground, reached into his trouser pocket, and couldn't find any money after fumbling for a long time. He scratched the back of his head and saw the scissors on the TV cabinet, "Yes , I'll cut it for you."

Jiang Tong thought he had heard it wrong, so he repeated his words in a questioning tone.

"That's right," Gao Kun stepped forward, pushed him across the air, and pushed him onto the sofa, "Sit down." He went into the bedroom again, found an old sheet from somewhere, wrapped it in On Jiang Tong's body, and tied a knot around his neck.

Jiang Tong grabbed the knot and wanted to untie it, looked up at Gao Kun, and shook his head desperately.

The lymph nodes around Gao Kun's neck were very swollen, and his throat hurt when he spoke, but he still endured the pain and smiled at Jiang Tong, "Be obedient. I used to be an apprentice in a barber shop outside, and I followed that teacher Tony, so don't worry. "Just after saying a few words, Gao Kun ran off to nowhere. After tossing around for a long time, he shouted loudly in the room, "Tongtong, do you still have a mirror at home?"

Tongtong?

Like a frightened little rabbit, Jiang Tong shook his shoulders slightly and quickly lowered his head.

He couldn't remember how long this name hadn't been called.

Gao Kun came out of the room with his back bent, "I'm asking you something, do you still have a mirror at home?"

"Ah?... Mmm." Jiang Tong raised his head, then quickly lowered his head, got up from the sofa wrapped in a fancy old sheet, went to the wardrobe in the bedroom, squatted on the ground and rummaged for a while, from the drawer of the wardrobe An old mirror the size of a plate was found in the innermost part, with a red plastic mirror holder on the outside, which was worn and discolored, but the mirror was wiped very clean.

Gao Kun took the mirror and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, adjusted the angle, and asked casually, "Why do you still have such girlish things?"

Jiang Tong lowered his head halfway and signed in sign language.

Gao Kun's sign language is not good yet, but he understood it this time. It is a very basic and simple word.

Mother.

It turned out to be the mirror left by his mother.

Gao Kun's eyes darkened a bit, his throat was frantic, he coughed twice, put on his gloves, walked around happily behind Jiang Tong, and combed his soft hair a few times, "People say, People with soft hair have a good temper, it seems to be true."

Jiang Tong didn't speak, just lowered his head slightly, but was pushed up by Gao Kun's chin with a gloved hand, "Straighten it."

The face looks pretty decent, but Gao Kun just slapped his face to look fat, and he forgot that he should wash his hair first and then cut it wet, but they don't have a hair dryer, so they can only make do with it. Holding a lock of hair between his index finger and middle finger, Gao Kun glanced at Jiang Tong in the mirror, with a pitiful look that didn't even dare to open his eyes. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Isn't it just a haircut... "

Click and cut.

Jiang Tong quietly opened his eyes, and saw a handful of cut off hair dangling in front of his eyes, he stretched out his hand to grab it, Gao Kun took it away again, as if deliberately teasing him, Jiang Tong wanted to turn his head, but was caught by Gao Kun. Kun supported his head, "Don't move around. Be careful I'll cut you bald."

At this point, Jiang Tong can only be slaughtered. He simply looked in the mirror, and at first he was timid and reluctant to speak, but slowly, he began to participate in his own haircutting business.

"This, here... long..."

"I know I know."

"This, this pinch, here..."

"Hey, don't move, ancestor."

Seeing Gao Kun frantically in the mirror, cutting his hair for a while and brushing away the broken hair for him, Jiang Tong couldn't help laughing, a shallow smile. This smile actually startled Gao Kun, and his hands stopped.

Jiang Tong turned to look at him suspiciously, and Gao Kun finally realized, "What are you looking at, turn around."

He took the scissors and picked the back of his neck carefully, trimming the ends of his hair as neatly as he could.

"Pass!"

As soon as the director finished speaking, Xia Xiqing immediately raised a hand and called to the stylist, "Teacher A Ming! Sister Yue! Come and save me!"

The whole crew laughed, and Zhou Ziheng stood beside him holding the scissors, "I think I cut it pretty well, and the length is just right."

Teacher A Ming trotted over with a smile, and deliberately sold Zhou Ziheng's face, "The cut is not bad, much better than I imagined." He took his own set of equipment, spread it on the sofa, and gave it to Zhou Ziheng quickly. Xia Xiqing cultivated his personality.

This hair is actually not too short, similar to Zhou Ziheng's hairstyle before starting the machine. Kuncheng also specially explained before, asking Zhou Ziheng to keep it a little bit. Don't cut it too short, which doesn't suit Jiang Tong's impression.

Seeing his hair spring back to spring in the hands of the stylist, Xia Xiqing's hanging heart sank, "Thank you, thank you."

"Why didn't you thank me." Zhou Ziheng pursed his mouth, "I watched a video of a haircut in the hotel last night."

"I thank you all."

After restarting the machine, I made up the rear shots. This is the end of the work. I have been filming for several days and nights and have not given a break. The night scene may last all night. Kuncheng specially gave them an extra hour to eat. Rest and wait for the big night show tonight.

Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing, and Yang Bo went out to eat together, and all three of them wore hats to cover up their appearance, fearing that the paparazzi would spoil the scene. After eating, I deliberately walked back from a community and passed a basketball court.

Xia Xiqing felt that he was not used to it, so he kept reaching to the back of his neck to touch it.

"Xi Qing's short hair looks great. It's refreshing." Yang Bo thought he was dissatisfied with Zhou Ziheng's craftsmanship, so he purposely smoothed things over for him. In fact, it was really good-looking. The long hair that reached his neck before always felt too delicate, too similar She's a pretty girl, now she's cut her hair short, and her youthful spirit has soared.

"I'm just not used to it," Xia Xiqing stuffed his hands into his pockets, "But I don't have to braid it, it's cool."

Zhou Ziheng was walking beside him, a basketball bounced to the ground in front of them, and then rolled to their feet.

Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, Xia Xiqing snatched it up, reached out and held the ball in his hand.

Not far away, there were two kids standing under the basket. They looked like high school students, and they were still wearing school uniforms. "Brother, throw the ball for us."

Xia Xiqing pressed down on the brim of his hat, slapped the ball on the ground two or three times, and walked a few steps towards the court while dribbling the ball.

"It's done."

Pushing his heels, Xia Xiqing was as nimble as a cheetah, leaning back slightly and throwing the ball far to the hoop.

At that moment, Zhou Ziheng could almost see his muscles tensed up, smooth and beautiful.

With both feet on the ground, the ball also fell steadily into the basket along the parabola.

"Okay, Xi Qing, a hollow three-pointer." Yang Bote gave face, Xia Xiqing also turned around, took off the hat, brushed a handful of hair and put it back on, revealing a row of beautiful and neat teeth, smiling like a seventeen eight year old child.

Zhou Ziheng inexplicably had an illusion, as if there was no five-year difference between him and Xia Xiqing.

Suddenly, he seemed to see Xia Xiqing's proud and dazzling youth.

"Why are you in a daze." Xia Xiqing bumped his shoulder, and Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and smiled, "I remembered what you looked like when you were filming just now, and I think you are very good."

In fact, his mind is full of fantasies about Xia Xiqing in high school, sitting in a bright and spacious classroom, being lazy or listening carefully.

Run freely in the stadium and sweat on the basketball court.

It was Xia Xiqing that he had already missed, so he could only keep it in his heart, because time cannot be reversed after all.

It happened that Yang Bo answered the phone and walked forward alone. Xia Xiqing grabbed Zhou Ziheng, "Oh, I still like that kind of cute little angel after a long time." Xia Xiqing raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "It's okay, I can act. If you like it, I will show you every day. It will make you tired of watching it alive."

Zhou Ziheng shook his head, "Forget it, I still like you like this."

Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, "What kind?"

He hooked the corner of his mouth, and hugged his shoulder like a dog.

"Exciting."