When he woke up the next day, Zhou Ziheng was gone again, and Xia Xiqing was lying on the bed in oversized pajamas.
The whole bed was filled with Zhou Ziheng's smell, which smelled very good. He glanced at his phone, it was already 10:30 in the morning, and there were still two messages.
[Moral Model: I have to walk a red carpet today, and I probably won¡¯t be back until very late. There's bagel sandwiches in the fridge for you. ]
Xia Xiqing felt that he had accumulated virtue in his previous life, and he would find such a friend with sex. After stretching, Xia Xiqing got up and opened the curtains. The sunshine in early May met him face to face, and he was in a good mood. After opening the curtain, I found that the bedroom window was a large bay window covered with a layer of gray blanket. Xia Xiqing sat down along the way, and found that there were many scattered papers on the bay window, densely packed with notes, and piles of materials.
These are Zhou Ziheng's handwriting. Xia Xiqing flipped through it casually, and found that many of them were related to AIDS. There were pathological medical notes such as the early symptoms of AIDS, as well as psychological analysis and research on AIDS patients. The notes were quite detailed, even in those Next to the symptoms and psychological manifestations, the inner activities and manifestations corresponding to the characters are written.
Very serious. Xia Xiqing couldn't help but feel that Zhou Ziheng is really a freshman compared to those young students who take and shoot casually. He is old, talented, and works so hard.
With so much information, it seems that he really wants to play this role well.
Putting on his clothes and changing his shoes, Xia Xiqing was about to go back to his home. Before closing the door, he remembered Zhou Ziheng's WeChat message, so he turned back and took away the bagel sandwiches he had left for himself in the refrigerator. When he closed the refrigerator door, he realized that there were a lot of incomprehensible physics formulas posted on his refrigerator.
Terrible science man.
Xia Xiqing returned to his home to wash and tidy up. He had just changed his clothes when he received a call from his former assistant tutor. He thought he was just caring about him on a daily basis, but he didn't expect that this time it was actually a matter of persuading him to work.
"I think you are suitable for colleges and universities. The environment here is very relaxed. You can enjoy many resources and create as much as you want."
"Really?" Xia Xiqing smiled politely, "I haven't made a plan for the future yet, so I will certainly consider your suggestion, teacher."
"Whether you come or not, don't bury your talent."
talent.
These two words are extremely heavy to Xia Xiqing. As early as when he was studying in Fomei, he was praised by others with the vague description of being talented, and he was also criticized by many critics, saying that his works were too dark and breathless. Some call it Reiki, some call it heresy. But no matter what, the original self was indeed able to draw things that were discussed by others.
But now. Xia Xiqing knows better than anyone that he has now entered a bottleneck period of creation, a period of confusion, and he has no belonging when he writes. He locked up all the previous paintings and didn't want to see them again. The spark of creation is fading day by day, which makes him wonder if he is really talented. Or is it that the aura at the beginning was just a nightmare of constantly overdrawing oneself.
Enduring the pain, I squeezed the black pus from my heart bit by bit, and spread them on the drawing paper, calling it creation.
Why is he so pathetic.
Xia Xiqing leaned on the hanging chair with his eyes closed and his head up. The phone rang again, thinking that Professor Wang had something to say, so he connected without even looking at it. "Teacher"
"I can be called a teacher by you now." There was a clear and soft voice on the other end of the phone.
It was Xu Qichen. Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and smiled, "That's right, Teacher Xu, Editor Xu."
"Don't make fun of me. I didn't sleep last night, and now I live on coffee."
Xia Xiqing got out of the hanging chair, walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette for himself, "So tired? What are you busy with? I'm not afraid that Xia Zhixu will be in a hurry with you."
"He was in a hurry with me yesterday, it's annoying him to death."
Hearing the ending of Xu Qichen's last sentence, Xia Xiqing suddenly felt that he was being fed dog food. Xu Qichen quickly changed the subject again, "Did Zhou Ziheng tell you that I am the screenwriter of his new play?"
Sure enough, this is still the case. Xia Xiqing hummed, "That's why I called you Xu Bian."
"Hey, this book is too difficult to handle. I wanted to write a relationship line, but I couldn't meet a suitable actress."
Xia Xiqing interrupted: "Didn't you have a prototype when you wrote the script?"
Xu Qichen was stunned for a moment on the other end of the phone, Xia Xiqing was too smart, he had to have another brain to think of countermeasures when talking to him. heKissing him, sticking fingers against his scalp and inserting them into the hair, her breathing became more and more chaotic, sweat oozes from the forehead, and she is about to lose control.
"Xi Qing? Can you help me get some clothes?" I heard a vague voice
"Where is the person? Xi Qing?"
Clothes, clothes?
Fuck.
Xia Xiqing opened his eyes and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, "Wait, wait, listen to my explanation, that is"
"Xi¡ªQing¡ª"
Brother, stop shouting. Xia Xiqing covered his forehead with his hands, not daring to look at Zhou Ziheng's face. He obviously didn't do anything wrong but his words started to get knotted, "That's Xu Qichen, you know him, Xu Bian? The white and thin one, remember."
Zhou Ziheng's expression didn't look much better. He folded his arms around his chest, wiped the corners of his lips with his fingers, and said with deep eyes, "And then?"
"Then we ate together, and he took a shower when his clothes got dirty, and then" Before he finished explaining, Zhou Ziheng blocked his mouth with another kiss, this time even more intense than the last time, the strength of hugging Xia Xiqing Almost crushed him in his arms.
He suppressed his voice, "Uhcan't breatheZiheng"
However, Zhou Ziheng became more energetic as he pressed harder, like a beast driven by hunger.
Just when Xia Xiqing was almost suffocated by Zhou Ziheng's kiss, Xu Qichen, who was only wearing a bath towel, walked from the bathroom with wet hair to the quiet entrance, wanting to see if it was a thief or something.
Half a minute later, Xia Xiqing, who was hugged and kissed by Zhou Ziheng, heard Xu Qichen's swearing for the first time in his life.
"Damn it"
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