Coincidence

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He did not wait for Zhou Ziheng's answer. But Zhou Ziheng tightly clamped his arms, breathing heavier and heavier, and kissing full of aggression all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most intuitive way.

Xia Xiqing likes this feeling and likes to feel Zhou Ziheng’s strong need for him from the senses. But he is also afraid that Zhou Ziheng will really say those two words. For him, no matter how you look at the emotional changes in people are single peak curves, brewing little by little in ambiguity, rising little by little, and reaching peak when you realize love.

But when you reach the peak, you will fall irreversibly.

Like a parabola, the higher the vertex, the heavier the fall.

This is great, now it is great, he needs Zhou Ziheng, just like Zhou Ziheng still needs him, it doesn’t matter if there is no definition.

Zhou Ziheng's kiss is not very skillful, it is entirely based on eagerness to rush around, and he wishes he could use a kiss to catch his soul away.

There is no way to express the true thoughts in his heart, Zhou Ziheng can only express all his desires in his body. He has always had his own persistence and habitually avoids all things that can make people feel unconscious, whether it is tobacco or alcohol.

He likes to stay awake all the time.

But Xia Xiqing appeared. He used all the time to tempt him, tease him, and disturb his originally firm heart. From the very beginning, he knew that he understood more than anyone else, so he repeatedly reminded himself that he was a little far away from Xia Xiqing. He was not a good person, he was a flammable, explosive and tempting dangerous product.

"Is it hot?" Xia Xiqing's voice was covered with a thick layer of water vapor, like the wet glass in the sauna. His slender fingers pulled the lower edge of Zhou Ziheng's sweatshirt, trying to pull it up, "Take it off?"

Before the intimacy was over, Zhou Ziheng kissed him again and took off his top. The critical point between men was often fierce and unpredictable. He fully understood Xia Xiqing's expectations for him, but unfortunately, even if he was the one who was forced to get addicted to drugs.

He also wants to be the leader.

The intense kiss made Xia Xiqing's whole body heat up, covered with a thin layer of sweat, her skin and silk pajamas were greasy, making his mind unable to breathe, and his consciousness and behavior were counterproductive. The more intense the action was, his consciousness became more and more slow and passive. The posture of lying on Zhou Ziheng changed from an arrogant leopard to a clingy cat.

Zhou Ziheng found an opportunity to overturn him, pressed Xia Xiqing's shoulder and pressed him under him. A drop of sweat that had accumulated for a long time fell from his forehead and fell to Xia Xiqing's lips. Zhou Ziheng watched him stick out his tongue and gently lick the beads of sweat off. The pure and lustful face showed a lazy smile.

“Salty.”

But you are too sweet. Zhou Ziheng's few remaining reason gave up his dying struggle and drowned in the turbulent waves with Xia Xiqing.

The child's tender voice in the projection occasionally popped up and crashed into Xia Xiqing's heart like a deer. Just when both of them were almost burned by the gushing desire, he had not forgotten to make fun of it.

"It's really...child...child..." The remaining two words were covered by breathing, and Xia Xiqing's shoulders were trembling and he couldn't speak. Listening to the obedient voice of the young Zhou Ziheng and hanging out with him as an adult, this experience was really wonderful.

Zhou Ziheng kissed his wet and bright red lips. At the moment of intense confrontation, the child in the projection suddenly called out twice a few times. Xia Xiqing suddenly laughed, laughing while imitating the soft voice of the child.

"Brother." Xia Xiqing reached out and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's frown open his frown. After being teased like this, Zhou Ziheng felt that his dignity was questioned. He bit Xia Xiqing's lower lip hard.

"I was so cute when I was a child... why is it so fierce now?" Xia Xiqing came up to kiss with a flattering voice, "You scream again... I heard it was because you screamed nicely when I was a child... or, or now..."

Originally, he didn't expect that Zhou Ziheng was always unwilling to satisfy his expectations. Xia Xi had a sense of this early in the morning. But what he didn't expect was that Zhou Ziheng really bent down and approached his ears, his voice was heavy and low.

"elder brother."

Kissing Xia Xiqing's earlobe again.

"Satisfied? Brother Xiqing."

The bells of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral hit the heart valves heavily. Even the soul was shattered and turned into a vast universe.

The afternoon audition had consumed Xia Xiqing enough energy. I don’t know how long it took to make a fuss. His consciousness was too vague. He fell asleep just twice. Zhou Ziheng was very stubborn. He was unwilling to submit whether he was soft-sucking or hard-fought.

She didn't sleep heavily, but her eyelids couldn't lift up. Xia Xiqing always felt someone touching his forehead and cheeks in a dream. It was very light and it was impossible to tell whether it was an hallucination. She fell asleep until the middle of the night and woke up with dry mouth. Xia Xiqing half-squinted her eyes and touched the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and poured himself half a bottle of ice water, and suddenly woke up a lot.

Although it was almost early summer, the wind was still a little cool at night. Xia Xiqing slowly walked back to the room with her eyelids drooping, and found that the projector was still on the spot, but there was no sound.

In fact, he should go home at this time, because this place is not his home after all.

Xia Xiqing squatted beside the bed, staring at Zhou Ziheng's quiet sleeping face. The little face that shined on the screen gradually coincided with the boy who had become tall in reality. Every detail was very similar, but it was extended, making him feel the beauty of life.

Zhou Ziheng slept beside the bed, and his hands had nowhere to put them down. Xia Xiqing first tentatively touched his fingertips. Seeing that he had not woken up, he held his hand with confidence and boldness. Zhou Ziheng's fingers were long and his palms were wide and dry, which made him think of his way of grabbing the ball with one hand during a basketball game, and he was at ease.

As if playing with a puppy's claws, Xia Xiqing grabbed his fingers and put them together one by one, then spread them apart one by one, and finally embedded his fingers, inexplicably linked with each other.

If he exists only for himself.

[That art gallery was built by my mother for you, do you know?]

Recalling the scene of his mother losing her heart in the art gallery, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt a thorn on her back, and he let go of Zhou Ziheng's hand weakly.

When I lowered my head, I found a neutral pen on my feet, probably because Zhou Ziheng took notes.

Xia Xiqing was never sure that he would truly get someone's love. Most of them loved him. Some people who claimed to be Bole appreciated his talents or longed for his family background. But if you stripped off these sugar coatings, the bitterness in them made people dispelled.

Selfishness, inertial lying, disagreement in appearance, and addiction to romanticism.

Before, he always thought that Zhou Ziheng looked down on him was purely blind. So many people were chasing him and surrounding him, but Zhou Ziheng just avoided it.

But now, no matter how arrogant he is or how stubborn he is, he has to admit that he is not worthy of such a good Zhou Ziheng.

At noon the next day, Zhou Ziheng was woken up by Jiang Yin's fatal series of calls. He forgot that he had another one to film. He was sleeping in a drowsy way. I don't know if it was because he watched the TV series he debuted before going to bed. When he was dreaming, he always dreamed of what happened during filming. He dreamed of a sister wearing a white skirt. She touched her head and folded a white rose for him with a tissue.

When he raised his head again, the girl disappeared without a trace. Zhou Ziheng was very anxious and kept running in the park, wanting to shout but couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name behind him. When he turned around, he saw Xia Xiqing.

Holding a dark red rose in his hand, he smiled at him.

As soon as he approached, the rose withered in an instant. His expression was very sad, but he had no tears.

[You don't like mine, right?]

With cold sweats, Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes. He was the only one left on the bed, and even the projector was turned off. He was sleeping and could not keep him. The fact that Xia Xiqing was away was not a big blow to him.

He had expected it, and he had predicted everything that was extremely bad.

"I understand, I'll go there now." Zhou Ziheng sat beside the bed, bent down and put his arms on his knees, and lowered his head weakly.

"I didn't drink, I was too tired and I slept a little late." Jiang Yin said a lot, and Zhou Ziheng was confused. He changed his hand and answered the phone, grabbed his hair with his left hand, and put it on his knees.

He suddenly realized that something seemed to be on the side of his ring finger close to his palm. He spread his palms and put them in front of him, and finally saw clearly.

It was drawn with black signature strokes, a very small rose growing quietly at the knuckles at the bottom of the ring finger.

He laughed unconsciously, causing confusion on the other end of the phone.

"nothing."

Just discovered a happy trick.

In order to get out of the schedule, Zhou Ziheng's work schedule was very full before joining the group, and there were too many advertising contracts to fulfill, as well as magazine invitations. He could only shorten the time to do everything well before he could concentrate on joining the group.

Unlike Xia Xiqing, what he lacks the most is time.

After meeting the director Kuncheng again in private, Xia Xiqing finally decided to star in the movie.

A sentence from the director reminded him of his debut work a few days ago at Zhou Ziheng's house.

[Everything is full of uncertainty now, but the work is eternal. No matter what kind of art form it is, I don't know about other people, but I believe you can understand what I mean.]

In the past two days, he suddenly discovered that even if he finally repeated the same mistake, at least such a work could permanently seal the relationship between them that they wanted to speak but stopped. Those ambiguities and transgressions that had ever existed were all sublimations of art in the eyes of others, but in their tacit eyes, they were all products of feelings.

This is enough, he is unwilling to be forgotten by Zhou Ziheng. Even if mentioning this movie in the future will make him feel disgusted, it is also an achievement, but it is more in line with Xia Xiqing's negative artistic pursuit.

"Do you have something to do tonight?" Xia Xiqing sent a voice message to Zhou Ziheng on the way home and soon received his reply.

"I have to attend an event and I guess I can't go home in the middle of the night."

Xia Xiqing replied in a typing and knew, but didn't say more. He originally thought that if Zhou Ziheng had nothing to do tonight, he could go to the art banquet with him, but suddenly he felt that he was too naive. It would be inappropriate for Zhou Ziheng to go to any private banquet with him.

What's more, I'm accompanying him, there's no convincing reason.

Zhou Ziheng asked another question.

[Moral Model: Do you have any trouble at night?]

[Terrorist: I also have an event and I will probably return very late.]

Xia Xiqing didn't explain it too clearly, and Zhou Ziheng didn't ask much. Assistant Luo urged him to get in the car, so he had to temporarily put away his cell phone.

This art dinner was hosted by Mr. Zhong Henan, a very prestigious collector in the industry. The venue was his mansion. Although he borrowed his name, since Mr. Zhong is nearly 90 years old, his youngest son Zhong Chi was preparing for it. He invited many collectors and many famous painters. Unlike his father, Zhong Chi is a complete businessman, so the dinner is naturally indispensable for the participation of new and old friends in the business world.

If there were no businessmen, Xia Xiqing would be willing to go there. It is rare that someone in China would be willing to hold such an art salon, but once there was some stinking smell, Xia Xiqing would be less interested.

But he has always been a strong man. Since he went there, he had to perform in a prosperous performance, otherwise he would be his own. Xia Xiqing originally chose a military green windbreaker, but later he thought about it. After all, he went with the reputation of purito, so he dressed more formally, so he found a haute couture gray suit and rarely wore a navy blue tie. His hair was halfway through, and it didn't look so casual.

While driving to the dinner, the staff at the door of the mansion checked the invitation letter. Xia Xiqing handed it over through the car window and felt that the security guards were looking at him, probably able to recognize him. Now he finally understood the suffering of public figures. He would be watched wherever he went, just like a peacock in a zoo.

The hall is arranged in a very dreamy way, with exquisite lily of the valley interspersed among the paintings. The crowds are surrounded by clusters. Everyone appreciates famous paintings and expresses their feelings. To be honest, Xia Xiqing, as a painter, dislikes this part the most. His works were overly interpreted by a group of people and said that they did not even understand them. It was really strange.

He has been abroad for so many years and was not taken out by his parents at home. Most people at the banquet did not recognize him. This gave Xia Xiqing a sufficient space. Only some young and beautiful ladies occasionally muster up the courage to come up and chat with him.

"Do you usually like oil paintings?"

Xia Xiqing smiled at the girl who asked the question, but his eyes floated to a young boy who was passing through the two paintings. It was not because it matched his appetite that he would look at him more, but because the man kept looking at him and thought he hadn't noticed it.

I don't know where the confidence comes from.

"Yes, oil painting." Xia Xiqing loosened his tie, "I'll go get a glass of wine and lost my companion."

When she walked to the rest area and breathed in, Xia Xiqing picked up a glass of absinthe and took a sip. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name. She turned her head and saw a familiar man wearing a dark red suit.

"Hello, are you Xia Xiqing?" The man stretched out a hand at him diligently, "I am Wei Min."

Xia Xiqing has always been face-blind, but somehow suddenly remembered it.

This person is the young master I met last time in Yunshui, the investor of the crew of "Stalking".

Before he could reach out his hand, Xia Xiqing turned his head and happened to meet the young man who had been peeking at him just now. He seemed to be startled and quickly turned around.

What happened today? It was all strange people.

I don't know that the man who was scared away by his eyes was bowing his head and replying to the message.

[Zhao Ke: Brother Heng, do you know who I met at the dinner?]

[Zhao Ke: Oh, forget it, don’t guess it, I’ll tell you.]
Chapter completed!