Even though he knew that this kind of random thoughts was not good, Zhou Ziheng just couldn't control himself. After entering the tunnel, the heavy shadow that had been brewing in the narrow corridor for too long suddenly covered Zhou Ziheng's face, which was dark and had no light. He was thinking about a way out for Xia Xiqing and his affairs every day, but he ignored the important point.

Is Xia Xiqing like him?

It was because he took himself too seriously. Xia Xiqing said that he was just a probation period. Love during the probation period could be abandoned at any time, and he was the only one who took it seriously.

After crossing the tunnel, the lack of fire in autumn appeared again, illuminating every corner of the narrow space. Zhou Ziheng sent out the information he had edited several times, and the phone automatically turned off the phone when it was out of power.

God's will. Zhou Ziheng pressed down the brim of his hat, but no one wanted to pay attention to it.

When he got home, Zhou Ziheng barely pretended to be happy and smiled at the dinner table. His mother kept asking about his filming situation in other places. Zhou Ziheng was absent-minded and perfunctory, pretending to be in his heart, and he couldn't be happy. Zhou Zijing and Jiang Yin came back at dinner.

Jiang Yin took off her coat and handed it to the servant, said to her parents, and walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, lowered her voice and said, "Xia Xiqing just said that you didn't answer his phone, and I'll turn off the phone when I call you."

"I forgot to charge," Zhou Ziheng only charged his phone at this time. When he heard Jiang Yin say that Xia Xiqing just now, he felt a little revived illusion in his heart, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything. Just let me tell you and call him back if I have time." Jiang Yin put a small piece of cantaloupe into his mouth from the fruit plate on the coffee table, took out his cell phone, lowered his head halfway and said casually, "He seems to be quite busy, and he can't make it clear on the phone."

Zhou Ziheng nodded and waited for his phone to turn on.

As soon as the screen lights up, before I can call him back, I hear Jiang Yin sitting beside me speak, "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ziheng turned his face and saw that Jiang Yin had already stood up. "Sister Hong, help me take my coat." She lowered her head and shook her head at Zhou Ziheng, "I thought Wei Min had given up after not making any movement in the past two days. It's really, I didn't expect it."

Jiang Yin's words suddenly woke Zhou Ziheng up, and he immediately logged into Weibo. The first line on the hot search list was clearly written with a line.

[The young and handsome guy surnamed x is suspected to be homosexual]

The first Weibo post is a marketing account. The text content does not specify a name, but every sentence can correspond to Xia Xiqing.

[@Gosh Headlines: The most popular pair of male CPs in the entertainment industry now - the popular male actor x became famous overnight "artist" and is enviable. However, according to insiders, this young man named X is a homosexual and has had many same-sex couples. I wonder what another male star who hyped him about this matter would think about this?]

Zhou Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, and his joints turned white.

"I'll go back to the company right now, I'll deal with this matter," Jiang Yinfeng put on his coat, "Zhou Ziheng, you are not allowed to go anywhere, just wait for me at home."

Xi Hui took a bus to the new site of Pulito Art Museum. This art museum was originally a four-story garden villa. It was bought by Xia Xiqing and designed it himself as Pulito's new venue.

"Why are there so many people?" Although he had already estimated the show on the day of the opening of the art museum, looking at the vast reporters outside the car window, Xi Hui felt suspicious and ordered the driver, "Go downstairs and ask what happened."

"yes."

As soon as the driver left, Xi Hui called Xia Xiqing, but the other party was still in the phone and could not get through.

Not long after, the driver came back, "Mr. Xi, there are entertainment reporters outside, it seems...it seems to be because of Young Master Xia's private life..."

Xi Hui frowned.

"No," he sighed and called another person, "bring a bunch of people over, I'll give you the address."

Xia Xiqing never expected that in the first half an hour, his opening dinner was surrounded by a large group of reporters outside. He didn't even know the reason why these reporters came, until his assistant showed him the hot discussions online.

The Weibo post that exposed his sexual orientation has now been reposted over 20,000 yuan.

Seeing that the guests were talking about the chaos outside, Xia Xiqing was puzzled, but he also pretended to be calm and composed. He took the microphone from the emcee's hand and stood in front of the main collection in the lobby on the first floor. "I guess you must be wondering why there are so many reporters outside."

Xia Xiqing's face was filled with a gentlemanly smile, "This art museum has been open here for 15 years. I personally participated in every detail in the museum, including the selection of guests. So everyone who attended today is the art masters in my mind, and the collectors are people I respect very much."

"The charm of art comes from tolerance and emotional resonance. My creation has always adhered to these two points, so here, I would like to explain to you that, like many well-known people in the art world, I am also a member of LGBT."

Looking at the guests' discussions below, Xia Xiqing raised an eyebrow, "I thought my personal sexual orientation would not be criticized at least in the art world, right?"

As soon as this statement came out, the venue suddenly became quiet. With this big hat, no one dared to say a word. Even those who had read jokes who had read the jokes at the beginning were unwilling to be charged with "discrimination" and "unfreedom".

"Thank you for your understanding and respect. So please continue to visit our museum. The first, second and third floors have been opened, and the fourth floor has not been completed. The staff will lead you. Please enjoy." Xia Xiqing smiled impeccably, said enjoy and returned the microphone to the staff.

"It is not allowed to go up the fourth floor. If anyone makes trouble, please go out immediately." Xia Xiqing instructed a few words, picked up a glass of champagne and drank it all.

The current situation is still controllable, but if Zhou Ziheng comes, it will be done.

Xia Xiqing took out an invitation from the inner pocket of the suit that he could not deliver, looked at it, and put it back.

"Call Zhou Ziheng's assistant and tell him to be optimistic about Zhou Ziheng and don't come to me."

This kind of scene is a dead end. Xia Xiqing knew that Jiang Yin must be helping her with public relations now, but if she only suppressed hot searches and related revelations, it would only backfire.

As the sky gradually darkened, a sound suddenly came from outside. Xia Xiqing, who was standing on the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, looked down and a group of people wearing bodyguard uniforms drove away the reporters outside the door. From a distance, he saw Xi Hui's car.

The carefully planned opening was disrupted by the muddy water. Xia Xiqing was very annoyed and his anger stopped passing like a tide. When the tide was gone, a huge sense of loss wrapped him up.

As the night approached, guests left one after another, and even the staff left after get off work. Xia Xiqing sat at the door of the fourth floor, smoking cigarettes one by one.

He was not worried at all that his sexual orientation would be exposed. According to his previous style, it would be a matter of time before these things were exposed, but he was unwilling to implicate Zhou Ziheng, and he was even more unwilling to be exposed on this day.

He smoked a pack of cigarettes on his body cleanly, and Xia Xiqing looked down at his watch.

Twelve points spread ten.

He has never been more lost than he is now.

Step by step, Xia Xiqing finally understood the feeling of loving someone. It was not the endless sweetness of love when surrounded by love, but the moment of loss when you found that everything you did for him turned into vain.

The empty art gallery is filled with collections, which are priceless and extremely precious, but in his eyes they are nothing but lifeless objects piled up in this magnificent building.

He turned around and closed the door, ready to end the day when his stupidity and persistence were at the end, but suddenly a voice came from behind him.

"Xi Qing."

Xia Xiqing turned around in disbelief and saw a man who had just got out of the taxi out of breath, wearing all his hat and mask, covering himself tightly.

"Ziheng? Why are you here?" He was still scared and pulled Zhou Ziheng into the art museum. Zhou Ziheng took off his mask, smiled, and explained with breath, "I, I was locked up at home by my brother. I just found an opportunity to sneak out of the wall. I went back to the apartment. You, you are not here. I saw this place on the news and wanted to try it out to see if you are here."

Looking at the thin sweat on his forehead, Xia Xiqing suddenly seemed to have lost his verbal ability and could not speak a word. He turned around and looked at the antique clock hanging in the hall.

The pointer has not rotated to the end point.

Fortunately, it's still time.

Grasping Zhou Ziheng's wrist, Xia Xiqing pulled him up to the fourth floor and opened the door on the fourth floor. Zhou Ziheng was full of doubts, but he still noticed the cigarette butts on the ground.

"What are you pulling me up?"

Xia Xiqing opened the door to the fourth floor.

"Happy birthday."

The moment the door was completely opened, Zhou Ziheng was stunned. The entire floor exhibited countless paintings, either watercolors, or oil paintings, and the only similarity was the person in the painting.

Each one is itself.

"This is what I drew for you, there are ninety-nine paintings in total. From when you were young to now, fortunately you are a child star, otherwise I really can't record what you have always been."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but think that on the night he took him to the shooting range, Xia Xiqing pointed at the gun in his chest and his temporary jokes.

[Buy all the paintings that Xia Xiqing painted for me and use them for me to bury them.]

Xia Xiqing walked forward alone, stopping in front of an exhibit taller than him, covering it with a layer of black silk, and a delicate light shining under the dazzling crystal lamp.

"This is also made for you." Xia Xiqing raised his hand and gently pulled off the silk.

In front of him, an extremely white plaster sculpture appeared. It was a tall man with his face facing forward, as if he was looking at something, and a smile appeared on his three-dimensional facial features, as beautiful as ancient Greek classical sculptures.

He held a rose in his hand, gentle and full of power.

"Happy birthday." Xia Xiqing walked towards him, "I'm sorry, I messed up your birthday." He finally walked to Zhou Ziheng and took out a dark blue invitation from his suit pocket. The stamps on it were all a rose.

"I stayed up for several nights. I originally wanted to invite you today to hand over this hand to you, but I didn't expect that you were away and... would have caused these things again." Xia Xiqing lowered her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly, "Happy birthday. My surprise is so bad."

It turned out that he had not forgotten his birthday.

"I specially chose to open it today. This art gallery was named after my mother. I, I want him to be reborn on your birthday."

At the last second of October 20, he received the gift he wanted most.

Zhou Ziheng opened the late invitation blankly, and a handwritten letter fell out of it.

[I give you the core of my own that I have tried to preserve - the core of not making words and sentences, not trading with dreams, not being touched by time, joy and adversity.

I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before your birth.

I give you an interpretation of your life, your own theories, your true and amazing existence.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, my heart's hunger.

I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure.]
Chapter completed!