Zhou Ziheng stood firmly, holding the small handwriting letter with his fingers, lowering his head, and the black hat brim covered his deep eyes and blindfolded his mind, and he was silent for a long time.

Xia Xiqing didn't know what was wrong with him. His heart was very restless. A certain emotion between panic and shame was rising. This was not like him. Both of these emotions were very unlucky. Xia Xiqing.

"That..." Xia Xiqing's lips moved, and the self-esteem that had been entrenched in this body for too many years made him stretch out his hand and snatch the letter back from Zhou Ziheng's hand. "This is a passage I copied, I like this very much..."

The words he said ended in Zhou Ziheng's kiss when he stepped forward. He held Xia Xiqing's cheek with his hands, but Xia Xiqing felt that he was holding his nervous and dying heart. The soft kiss was a good medicine that allowed him to die in great loss.

Xia Xiqing stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Ziheng's back. His two bodies were closely pressed against each other, his chest pressed against his chest, and his heart leaned against his heart.

When he wrote those words with his own hands, he felt like a sacrificer.

For Zhou Ziheng's handful of bright starlight, he offered all his own. His timidity, his old illness, the dark side of his body, and his eager and burning desires.

On the top floor of this gorgeous and secret art museum, a hundred works exclusively belong to one person revolve around them. The world outside the door uses this outstanding young artist as a topic of conversation, causing storms all over the city, but he doesn't care. Even if the plan that should have been perfect was disrupted, his muse came.

The perfection in regret is even more perfect.

Zhou Ziheng gently stroked Xia Xiqing's neck, kissed and kissed his head. His mood was extremely complicated, from the initial panic and restlessness, to the loss of thought he was forgotten, to the anger, to worry. He finally met outside the gate of the art museum and was surprised and moved to the top floor.

All the unexplained emotions turned into a crazy love for the person in his arms at this moment.

"Do you like these gifts?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, with warm spring water flowing in his eyes.

"I like." Zhou Ziheng kissed the tip of his nose, "I like these, I like you more."

The straightforward love words are engraved in my heart and my ears are burnt.

Xia Xiqing turned his back to him, held his hand and brought him to the sculpture. Zhou Ziheng felt surprised. The feeling was indescribable. He saw himself turning into a snow-white work of art with his own eyes. Looking at its smooth lines that were nearly real, the deep and three-dimensional facial bones as deep as mountains, only a little bit, Zhou Ziheng always felt that he didn't look like him.

"It's too gentle." Zhou Ziheng stood half a meter away, facing his little artist, smiling a little embarrassedly, "Don't you think? How could I do this..."

"Who said that?" Xia Xiqing walked over to him, looked up at Zhou Ziheng's eyes, his voice soft and soft as spring breeze.

"You don't know how gentle you are to me."

Gentleness that cannot be reproduced with soil and love.

After saying that, Xia Xiqing turned around again, "Didn't you find the posture of this sculpture very familiar?"

Zhou Ziheng's emotions were not yet removed, and he was just aware of his little true feelings. He felt a little drunk. He stretched out his arms and hugged his slender waist wrapped in a delicate suit from behind, resting his chin on his shoulders, tilting his head to stare at the sculpture.

It is not a standing posture, but a sitting position, with its upper body exposed, its muscles are full and clear lines, and its waist to its thighs are covered with soft fabric. The softness of the fabric can almost be fake and real, with patterns and semi-flowing states so real that it can be pulled off, as if it can be grabbed by a corner with its hand. It tilted its head slightly, looked at its eyes and went forward, and held a rose with its right hand. The petals of the rose are soft and tender, and the control of light and shadow is like a moonlight that sneaked in from the diagonally in front of it, illuminating it.

There is a golden nameplate under the counter with a word engraved on it - thief.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt familiar, "It's... the day you stolen my house when I was locked up?"

Xia Xiqing turned his face sideways and kissed him like a reward, smiling particularly sweetly, "Yes."

He could not forget what he saw when he turned back when he was about to leave. The little prince who kept the red rose under the moonlight. The picture frozen in his pupils had not been dissipated in the heart of this failed Romeo for a long time, so he had to use his hands and talents to keep the moonlight of that night forever.

Explain Zhou Ziheng in a form that best interprets the essence of Xia Xiqing.

"Thank you." Zhou Ziheng gently rubbed Xia Xiqing's side face with his face. Xia Xiqing turned his face, and a childish smile appeared on the pure and beautiful face, "No need to thank you."

"I should thank you." The next second he turned around again, his voice very low and light.

"You are my Renaissance."

Zhou Ziheng didn't hear this clearly, and hugged him and asked a while, but Xia Xiqing refused to say it. His heartbeats very quickly, feeling that he was probably crazy, and he could say such words.

No matter how he got entangled, Xia Xiqing refused to say anything. Instead, she broke free from her arms and walked to the sculpture, pretending to observe the work, and reached out to stroke the sculpture's cheek. Somehow, this action suddenly made Zhou Ziheng feel threatened. He stepped forward and pulled Xia Xiqing back to him, "Don't touch it."

Xia Xiqing was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Touch me, I'm standing here alive." He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand and stuck it on his face. Seeing Zhou Ziheng like this, Xia Xiqing was angry and funny, "You are getting more and more promising, and you're going to eat the vinegar of a sculpture."

Zhou Ziheng was used to being jealous and was too lazy to defend himself. "Yes, I'm just jealous." He frowned, suddenly remembered something, and whispered, "Who knows if you will treat this sculpture as your Galatia."

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, just be jealous. This guy even quoted the allusion of Greek mythology.

He reached out and pulled Zhou Ziheng's face, "Why are you so powerful? Can this be one thing? Pygmalion carved a sculpture and fell in love with his own sculpture. He had no prototype, I have you."

Although his tone was not very gentle, the last few words fell into Zhou Ziheng's heart like stars, making his whole chest bright. He hugged Xia Xiqing in an instant, kissed him again and again on his face, so happy that he forgot to be jealous.

"Hey, let me go, childish."

"Don't let it go, you're mine."

"If you don't let it go, I will lock it up and never show it to you again. I won't give it to you."

"You don't let me go if you scare me. These are mine, and you are mine."

The two of them stayed in this small art museum for a long time, and saw all the paintings that Xia Xiqing painted for him one by one. Many of them were painted for him when they had never met. They were carefully framed and placed here. Zhou Ziheng couldn't help feeling a little guilty. When he saw the truck passing by the downstairs of the apartment before, he thought that Xia Xiqing was going to leave quietly.

It turned out that all the paintings were transferred here.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xia Xiqing, who had been in Zhou Ziheng's arms for a long time, finally woke up from the sweetness. His heart tried his best to escape the troublesome fact, but it did happen, and the impact was immeasurable. Xia Xiqing just entered the entertainment industry with a playful heart. This was not his job at all. He was going to return to his true career after all, but Zhou Ziheng was different from him. His profession was an actor, and his ideals and ambitions were achieved through performance.

But the art circle is different from the entertainment circle. He doesn't want Zhou Ziheng to be pulled into the abyss of public opinion by himself.

"You should leave." Xia Xiqing lowered her eyes, "You shouldn't actually come either."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to hear him say such words, "I should come, I should come more than anyone else."

"Yes." Xia Xiqing looked up and sighed again, "I mean, I must be staring at many people now. You should stay away from me during this period."

"It's okay. Even if we are all over the world, there will be people who will suspect our relationship, it doesn't matter." Zhou Ziheng smiled, "If the reporter takes a photo, you will take it. If you don't want to make it public now, I will deal with it. I have been in the industry for so long, and no reporter dares to put my photos on the Internet unless they don't want to get involved."

Xia Xiqing felt a little relieved. Now it was a good time to leave the art museum. He led Zhou Ziheng to the back garden of the art museum, opened a locked wooden door, and the two left quietly and got into the car that Xia Xiqing parked outside the back door.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Xia Xiqing's mind kept turning. His sexual orientation was not a secret, especially in the Italian social circle. However, the sudden exposure in China forced him to come out publicly, which really caught him off guard. After thinking about it carefully, there were too many suspicious points. Just the timing was surprisingly coincidental, "It's strange, I'll forget it. Just choosing to break the news on your birthday is like intentional revenge."

"It's just intentional revenge." Zhou Ziheng licked the corner of his dry mouth impatiently, "Is it Wei?f the trick."

Xia Xiqing was a little surprised. He thought he had offended someone else, but he didn't expect that he was still the coward. "Wei?f? Did he think he had a long life?" He untied his tie with one hand and put it on his wrist. "Last time I should have let him break his son and grandson."

"Probably because I'm too vengeful."

Xia Xiqing suddenly understood Wei F’s intention. Wei F knew that his wealth would dare to do these things. It was just because he really liked men and was really with Zhou Ziheng, just to disrupt public opinion and make him criticized.

But he still didn't understand Xia Xiqing enough.

"He really thought he could get revenge on me like this?"

Xia Xiqing never cared about public opinion, and he never lived by other people's evaluations.

"Since he has revealed your sexual orientation, the next step, if I guess correctly, it should be to make a fuss about your previous private life." Zhou Ziheng analyzed calmly and comforted Xia Xiqing, "My sister-in-law said she would deal with this point and she would public relations."

Xia Xiqing did not listen to Jiang Yin's words. His Weibo was always online, always watching the public opinion trend online, waiting for the most appropriate opportunity.

According to Wei F's brain, the next plan must be to expose his private life. Although Xia Xiqing's private life before was chaotic, it was definitely not promiscuous. It was just that the number of people he pursued was considerable, but there was only one at a time. Moreover, because he never trusted anyone, he never left photos and images. Wei F wanted to do this from this point, but it was just to write some gossip articles, and the chance of finding a real hack was very low.

His phone suddenly rang, it was Zhao Ke.

"Hey." Xia Xiqing's tone was too calm.

Zhao Ke was still hesitant on the other end of the phone, "You... are you okay?"

"It's pretty good. Very good." Xia Xiqing flipped through the workbench, found a lollipop, tore the candy paper and put it in his mouth, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I know about Wei?f. A friend of mine was at the same table with him in the overall situation. Someone mentioned that he was hospitalized. Others didn't know the inside story. However, according to my friend, Wei?f almost fell down the table at that time, and his face looked very ugly. He kept cursing on the way back, saying that he must kill someone and let him taste the embarrassing feeling." Zhao Ke paused, "I only now know that he was going to mess with you, but he seemed to be just going to expose your private life and let you be violent online."

"Ha." Xia Xiqing snorted coldly, "He thinks I'm made of paper, and just a few words from these irrelevant people can make me unable to raise my head?"

"My Xia Xiqing's neck is very hard, and she never lowered her head when she was born."

Zhao Ke sighed, thinking that it was really not easy for his childhood friend to fall in love. There were so many troublesome things, "Wei?f, that man is a scoundrel, very shameless. My friend said that he started talking about the bed at the dinner party, and the bedmates he didn't give him any face at all. It was so ugly, and it was said that he still..."

Hearing Zhao Ke hesitate, Xia Xiqing asked, "What?"

Zhao Ke and Zhou Ziheng are all the same people, and they are good kids from the family in the system. They are so stammering when they say that, "My friend said that he was still using his mobile phone to play the video he recorded for them at the dinner table. He is a third-tier female star." He tsk, his tone was full of disgust, and he was also worried about Xia Xiqing, "If Ziheng had not arrived in time, maybe you would have..."

Xia Xiqing suddenly bit the sugar ball in his mouth, and his voice was crisp.

"I see."

After hanging up Zhao Ke's phone, Xia Xiqing sat in front of his workbench and sat quietly until the candy fragments in his mouth melted.

What Zhao Ke said before had a shadow in his heart and echoed repeatedly. Something flashed through his mind, Xia Xiqing suddenly curled up the corner of his mouth, took out his cell phone and dialed the phone.

"Hello?"

The other party's voice did not deliberately act like a bad friend like usual, but instead was a little concerned, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Come on, you don't know who I am?" He smiled and went straight to the point.
Chapter completed!