Running under the moon

"I don't want to go." Xia Xiqing rejected Xia Xiuze, who was desperate on the phone, quite bluntly.

Xia Xiuze has been bombing his WeChat crazily since he was still in Shanghai. Each one is about the same content, begging him to go back and celebrate his birthday with him.

"Who else is this meal besides you?"

Xia Xiuze's stammering voice came from the headphones. Xia Xiqing approached the elevator, "You know they will go, but you still have to let me go. Isn't this intention to make yourself feel uncomfortable?"

As the elevator rose, Xia Xiuze's voice also rose. He acted coquettishly and was irritating, which made Xia Xiqing frown.

"Isn't it just a birthday? Let's just have a single day." The golden elevator door slowly opened, "Just let's go, or you call your little classmates to join us, I'll give you a bag..."

Before he could finish his words, Xia Xiqing, who was about to get out of the elevator, was pushed back into the elevator.

"Fuck..." After reacting, he realized that the person who pressed him to the inner wall of the elevator was Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiuze screamed on the other end, like a chick who was extremely frightened.

[Brother, what's wrong with you! Brother! Brother! Brother!]

It was too noisy. Xia Xiqing took off one of the headphones, reached out and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin with her index finger, and made a lip silence.

[what?]

The reason why Xia Xiqing asked this was entirely because of Zhou Ziheng's travel style. He had black-framed glasses, a dark gray casual sportswear, a hat on the top covered his face tightly, and a black mask. I don't know if he was going to class or work. Anyway, his private clothes were all student routes, and most of the boys on the university campus were wearing this.

Fashionable finish depends on the face.

He approached Xia Xiqing's ears without headphones and deliberately lowered his voice. The smell of perfume that was full of breath suddenly penetrated into Xia Xiqing's nasal cavity.

"Can I kiss you?"

If he said that I want to kiss you, or I want to kiss you, Xia Xiqing would pounce on him without hesitation and kiss him, but this guy actually used a requesting question, his tone was like a child asking for a gift near Christmas, which was irresistible.

Xia Xiuze was still asking anxiously on the other end, which made Xia Xiqing's heart beat even more chaotic.

The child who had not waited for permission decided to grab the gift himself. Zhou Ziheng reached out and plucked Xia Xiqing's hair, and printed a kiss on his mouth through the mask. The only exposed eyes were bent into two crescent moons, full of happiness after success.

Such a pure gameplay has become the weakness of an experienced driver like Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng picked up the headphones that were taken off by Xia Xiqing, and the small wire-controlled microphone was close to his mouth, with a smile in his tone.

"Happy birthday, Ozawa."

The voice in the microphone immediately calmed down and became stuttering. Xia Xiqing took the headphones from Zhou Ziheng's hand, "Who else can it be, your brother Ziheng."

It was obviously a teasing tone, but as soon as these four words came out, Zhou Ziheng couldn't stop being happy, and the corners of his mouth under the mask rose wildly. When he was happy, he wanted to make others happy too.

Xia Xiqing responded to her younger brother on the phone and patted Zhou Ziheng on the arm, "You go down, I'm going home."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Ziheng put his hands into his pocket of his coat, and there was a rustling sound. Xia Xiqing felt inexplicable. Unexpectedly, Zhou Ziheng took out a lot of candy and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand.

"what?"

"I'll give you candy." Zhou Ziheng's tone was rising, although he was stuck in the mask.

Every time he works, he will put some candy on his body, so he can replenish his energy when he doesn't have time to eat. However, he feels that he is full of energy today and there is no need for candy.

"Childish." Xia Xiqing looked at his smiling eyes, whispered, stuffed the candy into his pocket and put it in a cold and ruthless manner, turned around and left. When he was about to reach the door, he took out one, and tore open the candy paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

The orange-flavored milk candy is sweet. It’s completely Zhou Ziheng himself.

Xia Xiuze's phone was still not hanging up, and he was soft and he was soft and he was getting more and more pitiful, and he almost cried. Xia Xiqing walked to the end of the living room and opened the curtains in a flash. The sunlight filled the crossing through the floor-to-ceiling windows and hugged him, like sweet sugar water embracing the orange petals in the can.

The weather gradually became hotter and it was about to reach the season that Xia Xiqing hated the most. But for some reason, he became abnormal.

For a moment, I really wanted to try the feeling of spending summer with Zhou Ziheng.

"Okay. Just have a meal." Xia Xiqing was so abnormal that she felt soft-hearted. Sure enough, sweets would affect people's emotions, "Don't cry, I'll warn you."

Xia Xiqing wanted to hold his own art exhibition in China for a long time, but what he had drawn recently was something wrong. The crazy and gloomy colors became soft and soft and sticky. The brushstrokes lost their unique sharpness, making people unable to help but think of the grilled glass fragments. This made him feel uneasy. No matter when, changes always made people uneasy.

He remembered the magazine he photographed with Zhou Ziheng last time, and it seemed that it had been released. He thought about whether to order one, but when he went to Weibo, he found that the magazine's official blog had issued a record-breaking celebration blog. It exceeded 100,000 copies in one second, and sold out 150,000 copies in six seconds.

It's really scary... Xia Xiqing clicked on the comments, and they were all carnivals for self-study girls.

Recently, something very sad happened. In a middle school in a small southern city, a boy was bullied because of gender cognitive impairment and finally chose to commit suicide. The popularity of this matter could not be calmed down. Some people were discussing the equal rights of a few people, while others criticized the executors of campus violence.

Somehow, during the magazine interview, Zhou Ziheng's video of questioning the "normal" category was once again revealed by marketing blogs, and became a material for a new round of hot discussion among netizens, especially the lgbt group.

[everything21: I am not a fan of Zhou, but I was shocked by his words. I feel that there are very few stars who have such ideas now. Many of them cannot even recognize words, and they show their timidity as soon as they open their mouths. Zhou Ziheng is worthy of being a p-university master and suddenly wants to become a fan.]

[I don't eat melons, I will eat you: Zhou Ziheng has raised these questions so well. I can't even think of the answer at once. What is normal and what is abnormal? No one is qualified to define it, and there is no right to punish others under the banner of "you are abnormal".]

[Hengheng 2.5 meters: Zhou Ziheng is really a rare star who is willing to think about social and humanistic issues. Although he is young, he lives a deeper life than many people. He can clearly rely on this face to act in idol dramas, but he regards the mission of conveying faith as an actor. This kind of boy is simply a treasure.]

[Who said I was a fool: When I heard the color blindness paradox, I knew that the person sitting here was a king.]

[Hehehehehe: To be honest, many celebrities don’t even know what the definition of paradox is…]

[wennie: The last sentence is so touching. We are born to be ourselves.]

[3443122: There are so many stereotypes in this world. Boys will be scolded if they like to dress up a little. They will look at the eyes of people when they have long hair. Although I am not a fan of young and handsome guys, some people scold them every time they are too ugly. Their looks are all work needs. Why do you have to use your appearance to define someone? This is true, Risby Zhou Ziheng.]

[Self-study is going to get married today: Ziheng's three views have always been very positive. I heard from a friend from P University that he was taking the philosophy of his freshman year. The theme of the pre-subject is what a good moral system is. I remember that there are videos recorded by classmates on B.com. I strongly recommend it to everyone. When he was doing pre-subject, he was really charming.]

What is a good moral system...

Xia Xiqing suddenly became interested and wanted to see what Zhou Ziheng looked like at that time. He turned on the computer, searched for keywords, and finally found this video from two years ago. The photographer was probably a classmate sitting in the first and second row. From the bottom to the top, Zhou Ziheng's legs looked too long, and the screen was covered with barrage of amazing legs.

Zhou Ziheng's pre-time is only forty minutes in total, and it is out of English. The ppt is very simple and follows the Occam razor principle of a man in science and engineering. He is wearing a formal white shirt, with cuffs rolled to his forearm, and his hair is a little shorter than now. Standing under a huge projection, he occasionally paces with long legs. When asking questions from the audience below, his head will habitually tilt his head slightly, with an insignificant smile on his face, which will completely damage the image quality and cannot stop his handsomeness.

He understood the netizen's words, it was really charming. But who would have thought that this person who was discussing [general moral rationality and moral autonomy] on stage was just now, just now, and he was so childish that he stuffed his candy into his hands.

Zhou Ziheng's charm is a mixture of two completely different temperaments of youthfulness and mature men. The only similarity is gentleness.

Childish tenderness, or calm tenderness.

I couldn't help but draw another painting for him. There was a glowing projection screen in the upper right corner. In the center of the picture, he supported the podium with one hand, showed a slight smile, and simply put on a little watercolor. Xia Xiqing uploaded the painting to Weibo. His Weibo quickly exploded and was surrounded by a large group of fans.

[My idol is the general attacker in the entertainment industry in the year: Damn the gods and wife draw online!]

[I want to eat candy: @Zhou Ziheng invites you to Zhihu to answer the question "What is it like to fall in love with a painter?".]

[Hengheng's most a: Is this a scene where I made a pre? I was still watching it just now! The wife's drawing was so beautiful 5555]

[Today I will also go to self-study: What a random call to Mrs. Zhou.]

[Study girl rushes to duck: Hahahahahahaha Mrs. Zhou.]

[Maybe you are doing self-study: Hahahahahahahahahaha Mrs. Zhou is amazing!]

The style of the comments became more and more erratic, and Xia Xi was calm and calm.

These little girls were so naive that they decided to take the blame all by their height and appearance. The sun gradually set in the west, and Xia Xiuze's death news was all about it. Xia Xiqing knew that he could not escape. He changed into a dark blue shirt and put the latest A-style A-style A-style A-style that had been bought for him that he had already bought for him into the trunk, and drove to the place where he shared it on WeChat.

This restaurant is a private restaurant specializing in Huaiyang cuisine. The place is a bit off and the environment is very good in the capital, where every inch of land is valuable. Once you enter, there is a courtyard, which is full of water and water, which is quaint. They also came here once for Xu Qichen's birthday.

Before getting off the bus, Xia Xiqing smoked a cigarette in the car. After all, it was his brother's birthday, and he didn't want to make it too ugly.

Who knew that after I had parked the car and walked towards the door, I saw Xia Xiuze, tied her school uniform and jacket to her waist, and waved her hands from a distance to shout at her brother. Seeing his excitement, Xia Xiqing put down a little of the grudge in his heart, walked over and threw the gift in his hand into his arms.

"Hold it, the latest one."

Xia Xiuze was so happy, "I didn't even give it to me if Guan Xia Zhixu asked him."

"You won't call me brother, what about Xia Zhixu Xia Zhixu." Xia Xiqing smiled and wiped out the smoke, "Who will you give it to you?"

"But you always call him that, you still call him his eldest nephew." Xia Xiuze's voice became weaker, and he was still slapped in the head by his brother.

"I am me and you are you, can you be the same?"

Xia Xiuze soon wrapped it up again with shamelessness, hugged Xia Xiqing's arm, and told him all the funny things that had happened to him recently. This problem has not changed since childhood, just like Xia Xiqing is his joke recycling factory.

The private room they booked was the most expensive "Shuiyun Room" in the entire hotel. There was a small bamboo forest between them and other private rooms in the hall. There were only two sides of the water and cloud rooms in the east and west. The Xia family booked the east wing.

When Xia Xiqing opened the door of the private room, he saw Xia Yunkai sitting upright. He didn't seem to have changed much. He got older and lost weight. The last time he saw him was when he returned to China on Christmas Day last year, he happened to meet him in a high-end hotel and didn't even say a word.

"Come on, sit down." Xia Yunkai still had a smile on his face when he spoke. Those who didn't know thought he was really a kind father. However, the older he got, the more Xia Xiqing discovered that he became less and less aggressive, like an old dog who was defeated by time, waiting for the day when he could only survive. I think Xia Xiqing felt ridiculous, not sad.

After returning to China, he didn't even discuss it, so he distributed a quarter of the company's shares to Xia Xiqing. He became one of the major shareholders for no reason, and he didn't know what this old guy was thinking. Could it be that he still hoped that he would live in his old age and see him off.

Xia Xiqing sat down expressionlessly, facing Yu Fangyue. She dressed up with a jewel, but no matter how many jewelry she had, the exquisite makeup she painted could not hide the vulgarity in her bones. Yu Fangyue was very proud. Even if she couldn't stand Xia Xiqing, she had to do her superficial skills. "Oh, I haven't seen Xi Qing for a long time, and I don't say that I'll come back to my home for a meal. Your father misses you."

Listening to these lip service words, Xia Xiqing slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her cuffs, raised her eyes and smiled at her, and picked up the end of her eyes, "It's been a long time since I saw you, I remember not being so old last time." He sighed, picked up the cup of tea poured on the table and blew it, "I have a friend who has plastic surgery, let him slap you?"

What Yu Fangyue feared the most was that her face was getting old. For her, every word Xia Xiqing said was heartbroken, angry and blocked, but she couldn't find any words to refute.

Xia Xiqing was full of disgust with her words, but he was too lazy to say it in front of Xia Xiuze. Xia Xiuze was the only one who kept talking on the dining table. He seemed to be afraid that if he didn't say it, the others would start to quarrel when they were empty.

"Xi Qing, when you are free, you still have to come to the company." Xia Yunkai picked up a chopstick dish for him and put it in a bowl.

Xia Xiqing looked at the dishes in the bowl and no longer had an appetite. He was most ashamed of anyone pretending to him.

"Go to the company? Why, do you think you can't live until your younger son inherits the family business?"

This sentence is extremely unpleasant. Yu Fangyue was about to speak, but Xia Yunkai reached out to stop him. He seemed to be angry. He just said lightly, "The family is big and the business is great, and you can't rely on your brother to support him in the future." He paused, "I know that your mother gave you all the art gallery and gallery in her hand, and you will not worry about the rest of your life..."

"What did you mention her?" Yu Fangyue finally couldn't help but angrily said with resentment.

"Is it your turn to be an outsider to speak at this time?" Xia Xiqing gently lit the edge of the colorful porcelain bowl with his fingers, looked at Yu Fangyue, but he was instructed by Xia Xiuze, "Xiaoze, I ordered a cake for you, you can go outside and ask."

Xia Xiuze said oh, stood up obediently, and heard his mother's voice stopping, "Stop! He asked you to go out, then you go out?" He stood there in a daze until Xia Xiqing, who was sitting next to him, reached out and patted his legs gently, and walked out of the private room without hesitation.
To be continued...