Chapter 65 Returning to Hometown

On the flight at noon, Zhou Ziheng originally thought of going back to the apartment early to pick up Xia Xiqing and going to the airport with him, but Jiang Yin could see this thought thoroughly and refused to let him go.

"Public opinion has just subsided for a while. If you can avoid suspicion, you can avoid suspicion."

Zhou Ziheng's face suddenly fell down.

He hoped that everyone in the world knew that Xia Xiqing was approaching, and that anyone who saw Xia Xiqing thought of him the first reaction was. But after all, Zhou Ziheng was reluctant to let Xia Xiqing be scolded, so he could only reluctantly agree to take action separately.

Xia Xiqing did not sign a company, but she could not have an assistant around filming. Jiang Yin called to transfer an experienced male assistant from the company, but Zhou Ziheng disagreed and had to change to a girl.

"Do you know where Xi Qing lives now? I'll give Xiaoxiao the address, she will pick Xi Qing up later."

When Zhou Ziheng heard his sister-in-law ask this, he almost blurted out, but he suddenly thought that if he said it, it would not be like telling his sister-in-law that he and Xia Xiqing lived opposite him. Although this was just a coincidence, it was too easy to cause bad associations.

His current mood is completely like hiding the bell.

"That...you ask Xia Xiqing to go to the airport by himself. It is easy to be followed when the car is driven out of your company. Then I will pick him up. If the reporter writes randomly, you have signed him or something."

Jiang Yin glanced at him, "I am worried about him day by day now. What's the difference between signing him? He can't make money for me."

Zhou Ziheng praised his sister-in-law all the way. Jiang Yin also cared about the possibility that Zhou Ziheng said, changed her previous decision and asked Xiaoxiao to leave directly to the Capital Airport. The group of people finally met at the airport. Zhou Ziheng's car was blocked on the road for a while and became the last one to arrive. When he arrived at the waiting area, he saw a large group of girls surrounding him, calling out brother Xi Qing one by one, which was extremely sweet.

I originally wanted to approach quietly, but the sharp-eyed fans suddenly exposed Zhou Ziheng's whereabouts.

"Hengheng, your clothes look good today, and the gray sweatshirt looks good!"

"Hengheng is so handsome!"

"Zhou Ziheng, you are so awesome today!"

Zhou Ziheng nodded repeatedly, rejected the fans' gifts very apologetically, and walked to the center of another vortex with difficulty. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting on a chair surrounded by a group of girls, heard the noise and took off his headphones. He rarely wore a casual outfit, black short-sleeved pair with high-waisted dark gray work pants, and a light gray baseball cap. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's face in the crowd, he finally showed a sly and playful smile on his face that was always gentle.

"Oh, I just realized that Xi Qing and Ziheng dressed well today."

"Yes, they are all black and gray, couple outfits!"

Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised and looked at his outfits, including his gray sweatshirt, black sports pants, and black baseball cap. They were all pulled and put on from home before leaving. Unexpectedly, they actually corresponded to Xia Xiqing one by one.

It’s such a coincidence, is this the meaning of the heart that others talk about?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was dressed very handsome today, and he felt comfortable no matter how he looked.

When he was about to board the plane, there were so many fans that he couldn't walk. He was afraid that Xia Xiqing would fall. Zhou Ziheng stood behind him and held his shoulders with both hands. Only then did he realize how beautiful the slim black T-shirt on his body showed his waist, making him look so tickle.

"Ziheng, can you open this time?" a fan asked in the crowd.

"Open it?" Zhou Ziheng looked puzzled, "What to open?"

A group of fans laughed and said, "Let's act in a romantic movie!"

Almost choked by these little girls, Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and coughed a few times. Xia Xiqing felt that the hands that were holding on his shoulders were tighter. He smiled slightly and explained to the girls around him, "This time it's not a romance movie."

There were bursts of regrets among fans.

"The relationship between those two people is quite complicated, and in my understanding of the script it exceeds friendship." Xia Xiqing turned his face and looked back at Zhou Ziheng, "What do you think."

The beautiful eyes suddenly hit into the sight. Zhou Ziheng was slightly stunned and hesitated for a second.

"Ah, yes, I think too."

No, it not only exceeds friendship.

It's love.

Zhou Ziheng repeatedly affirmed his own judgment in his heart.

The flight time is not long, but this time the director of Kuncheng was next to Zhou Ziheng, and Xia Xiqing was the first director of Kuncheng. He was still the same as before. He closed his eyes and went to bed as soon as he got on the plane. Director Kun had a lot of words to tell Zhou Ziheng, and took this opportunity to take out some of his insights during the script and his understanding of this drama and shared them with Zhou Ziheng.

But Zhou Ziheng's heart was on the man slanted in front of him. His eyes glanced at him from time to time, and it was almost stuck to Xia Xiqing's slender and white neck.

"The final version of the script is actually very picturesque. Xu Editor is very good, and he saved me a lot of storyboarding efforts." Director Kun opened the album on the computer, "We took the shooting team in advance last week. You see, this is what we took."

Zhou Ziheng nodded, turning his gaze from the gap in the seat to Director Kun's computer. The photo shows two rows of buildings that are so high that they can't be photographed. The windows are very small and illegally built everywhere. The middle of the building is only about one and a half meters away, forming a small alley with lack of light. The picture is divided into two from the Zhong family, with dark muddy roads and emerald green walls below, and half of the above is untouchable skylight.

Kuncheng observed the expression on Zhou Ziheng's face, "Did you feel that way all of a sudden?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded after realizing it, "Yes... That's right."

It was this road. Gao Kun, who was desperate on this road, followed the helpless Jiang Tong and pushed him to the wall at once. The emerald green paint surface exuded a deep luster in the dim light.

"Is this a scene in Wuhan?" Zhou Ziheng couldn't believe it. He had been to this city many times because of his itinerary. It was developed and prosperous, completely different from the ones in the photos.

"Yes." Kuncheng nodded, "When Xu created this script, he set the shooting location. I heard that Xu is from Wuhan, so he is more familiar with it. He said that this is an urban village in Wuhan. Now such a scene is almost extinct, which is rare."

Xu Bing is from Wuhan, and so is Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng raised his eyes and saw that Xia Xiqing's sleeping head was about to tilt to the middle. He lit it slightly and then straightened it back, which was a bit cute.

When he returned to his hometown to film, would he recall any bad memories? He was a little worried, but he thought of what Xu Qichen had said before.

Xia Xiqing cannot escape for the rest of his life, he must face his past.

When the plane landed, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt the power of the "stove" city in early summer. It was already mid-May, and there was an open-air sauna here. After walking for a few steps, he felt that his sweatshirt sleeves were about to stick to his arms and skin. The humid and stuffy weather in the south really made him, a real northerner, not very used to it.

Xia Xiqing had no effect. He had adapted to the climate of his hometown in his bones, but he couldn't sleep well along the way and his neck felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his head to try to relieve this symptom. Listening to Zhou Ziheng and Director Kun walked behind with laughter, he felt even worse because he had not had a good sleep.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a warm and dry palm pressed the back of his neck and pinched him gently. Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng's face still facing Director Kun, but his hand was gently pressing on his neck.

Zhou Ziheng said loudly, "Director Kun, should we go to the hotel or the shooting location later? What about the others?"

Kuncheng waved his hand with a smile, "We haven't turned on the computer yet." His eyes looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, in order to let you get into the role early, we rented a house in Huaanli, which is where Jiang Tong lives after the later start of the computer. Wouldn't you have a shared living period? Let's live there with Ziheng for a few days, to get in and look for the feeling." His smile was a little apologized, "The conditions may be very difficult, and you need to adapt."

"It's okay." Xia Xiqing smiled and patted Zhou Ziheng's hand that was still hanging around his neck, "I can endure hardships."

As soon as they left the airport, Director Kun picked them up. The driver was a local elder brother. He said that he was extremely friendly to Xia Xiqing and could chat enthusiastically. Luo Luo and Xiaoxiao took their luggage and went to the hotel first.

Kuncheng was sitting in the co-pilot. He was already very familiar with this elder brother when he came to the man last time. The two of them were talking and laughing, and they were talking about the world. The driver glanced at Zhou Ziheng and smiled, "I recognize this handsome guy, big star, my daughter likes you very much. Oh, by the way, my name is Yang Fei, you can call me Lao Yang."

"Call you call me Brother Fei." Zhou Ziheng smiled friendly.

Brother Fei's eyes looked at Xia Xiqing beside Zhou Ziheng again, "This handsome guy is quite white, doesn't look like a northerner."

Xia Xiqing curled the corners of her mouth and raised the brim of her hat a little, "I'm from Wuhan."

This was the first time Zhou Ziheng heard Xia Xiqing speak in dialect.

Unlike many southerners, he always speaks standard Mandarin and even has a northern accent, making it difficult for people to distinguish the place of birth from their pronunciation.

When he spoke his hometown dialect, his voice was very low. When he said this sentence, the word "Chinese" was unintentionally delayed for a long time, which was much more vivid than Mandarin. It sounded cool and cute to Zhou Ziheng.

"Oh! You are a local, no wonder." The eldest brother also said Wuhan dialect, "I mean you look quite like our Wuhan mate."

Xia Xiqing glanced at Zhou Ziheng and found that he had been staring at him, and asked in a low voice with a smile, "Do you understand what Brother Fei said?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, "Ah? Well... I said you are pretty."

What? Xia Xiqing laughed, "Precaution if you don't know." He deliberately shrank on the back of the seat, and the brim of the hat cast a shadow on the lower eyelid.

While chatting and laughing, Xia Xiqing turned his face to look outside the car window, the towering office buildings, the blue fence waiting for construction, the overpass under the light rail, and the familiar street scene was covered with a layer of gray filter by the sunshade on the car window, like a black and white silent film that I have watched many times.

Every time I read it, I feel familiar, but I can see many different things.

Zhou Ziheng also shrank down like he did, but his long legs had nowhere to stretch, so he had to pretend to inadvertently reach Xia Xiqing's feet and put his right foot between Xia Xiqing's feet. He didn't want to talk to disturb Xia Xiqing, so he sat next to him silently.

After driving for a while, the scenery suddenly changed a lot. There are still many buildings here, but it looks like it was from the 1980s. The old architectural design and the pink and orange walls that are about to peel off all the time reveal the sense of age. The most conspicuous building is hung with a sign saying "Friendship Department Store" on it, with an ancient font. The surrounding buildings are all the same, but they are also mixed with some fresh shops such as chain convenience stores.

"This place is close to the riverside and cannot be demolished." Xia Xiqing suddenly spoke, "so he retained many old buildings from the past. In fact, this area was very prosperous before."

"You can see." Xia Xiqing took the initiative to talk to him, and Zhou Ziheng was very happy.

Not long after, their cars boarded the Yangtze River Bridge. The surrounding view opened in an instant. The shimmering river surface was filled with broken gold from the sunset. Several ferries floated slowly, occasionally making long whistles sounds, and looking at the distance, the red clouds burning all over the sky, like a ball of fire burning on the Yangtze River.

Although it is a water view, it is completely different from the Jiangnan water town. It is a big river and lake, full of hot and chic atmosphere.

This is very consistent with Xia Xiqing. It looks gentle water. Only when it flows in will it touch his vivid and unrestrained soul.

"So beautiful." Zhou Ziheng sighed sincerely, and he remembered a famous poem, "The dusk mist is deep and the sky is vast."

Hearing this poem, Xia Xiqing chuckled softly, "It's really hard for you, a science student."

Kuncheng and Fei Ge were still chatting, and Xia Xiqing asked in the middle of the process, "Director, where is the specific shooting location?"

"Hua'anli."

"Hua'anli?" Xia Xiqing was a little surprised, but soon returned to peace. "It's hard for you to find that place."

Kuncheng laughed, "Isn't this what Editor Xu said? He said he came back specially when he was writing the script."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Xia Xiqing looked out the window, "In fact, almost no locals in Wuhan have been to Hua'anli, where there are basically foreign populations."

"Well..." Director Kun turned his head and looked at Xia Xiqing, "I heard that Xiqing, you and Edison Xu are classmates? Then you have known each other for a long time."

"Well, we have a class in high school. He was very good at that time. He participated in composition competitions all day and wrote good articles." Xia Xiqing's face was a gentle look when talking about high school, "But he was very introverted at that time and didn't talk to anyone."

As soon as he spoke, his wrist was caught. Xia Xiqing turned his head in surprise and found that Zhou Ziheng blocked their hands with a backpack. He wanted to break free from it, but Zhou Ziheng grabbed it tightly and even forced his fingers to be embedded, forcing Xia Xiqing to connect with him.

Xia Xiqing compared his lips in the morning and asked him what he was doing. Zhou Ziheng only smiled and didn't say anything, just grabbed his hand firmly.

He likes Xia Xiqing to show true tenderness, but he doesn't like that kind of tenderness because of himself.

"Editor Xu doesn't like talking now, but he has a gentle personality, is very easy to talk and has a good temper."

"Ah? Well... he is like that." Xia Xiqing was afraid that the matter of holding hands would be knocked out by Director Kun, so he was absent-minded even when he replied.
To be continued...