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    The sudden thank you made Xia Xiqing's ears warm.  I have something to say in my heart, but I don't know where to start.

    Zhou Ziheng shook his shoulders, pushed him to turn over, and hugged him from behind, with his chest against his back, and pushed him forward little by little, "Human Asia Group so our brother Xiqing is a big brother.  Young master, if I had known you were so rich, I would have let you take care of me."

    Every time Zhou Ziheng called his elder brother with a hint of teasing, Xia Xiqing elbowed him on the stomach, "I can't afford to support you, Young Master Zhou."

    "Affordable." Zhou Ziheng kissed the back of Xia Xiqing's head from behind, "You don't need money to sleep with me, so why don't I pay for it?"

    Xia Xiqing turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him, "You let me fuck and I'll pay you."

    Zhou Ziheng held his face in his arms and kissed his lips awkwardly, "Then I'll post it." After speaking, he pushed Xia Xiqing's shoulder and walked forward, wanting to quickly change the subject.

    I don't know when he will give up this idea.

    This villa is not small, the furniture inside is covered with white cloth, it looks like it has not been lived in for a long time, this scene reminds Zhou Ziheng of the first time he recorded "Escape from the Sky" with Xia Xiqing, and there are many furniture covered with white cloth  , gorgeous and deserted decor.

    "I'll take you upstairs for a stroll." Xia Xiqing spoke without any emotional ups and downs, which made Zhou Ziheng a little worried. He already knew Xia Xiqing well enough. The less emotional he was, the deeper he hid.

    But all Zhou Ziheng could do was hold his hand tightly and stay with him.

    The living room on the first floor has been raised to a height of about four meters, so the stairs are also very long, with handrails on the right and bookcases as high as the entire wall on the left, filled with all kinds of  Book.  Xia Xiqing dragged Zhou Ziheng's hand and walked up step by step. Seeing him on the bookshelf next to him, he said, "When I was young, I often sat on this staircase to read. Sometimes when I got tired of reading, I leaned here and fell asleep."

    As soon as he imagined that scene, the corners of Zhou Ziheng's mouth curled up unconsciously.

    I really want to see him when he was a child, he must be the prettiest and cutest child in the class.

    Zhou Ziheng was dragged up to the second floor by Xia Xiqing. There was a deep corridor on the second floor, which looked like an art gallery in a museum. It was dark beige in color, and ten paintings were hung on the opposite wall one by one.  Xia Xiqing tried to open the door, but it was not locked. He was a little surprised and turned on the light at the door of the room.

    "This is my mother's collection room." Xia Xiqing opened the door and stood by the door. Zhou Ziheng glanced at it. It was a very large room. When he went in, he found that there was another room inside.  The picture frame covered with cloth is as big as a person's height.

    "Are these all paintings?"

    "Yes." Xia Xiqing nodded, thinking of the opening of the art museum that Xi Hui told him last time, Xia Yunkai didn't take these collections away, and probably left them for him, but he didn't care so much that he didn't make a special trip  Ask someone to keep it, and just put it in the old house.

    That's right, he hated his mother so much, and he hated himself so much. Seeing these paintings, he probably wanted to burn them all.

    "My mother came from a family of artists. My grandfather was a famous sculptor when he was young, and my grandmother was a famous oil painter. Born in such a family, my mother naturally became an art appreciation collector."

    Xia Xiqing casually lifted the dust cloth from a painting, "She has regretted that she has not been able to become a painter all her life, no," Xia Xiqing smiled wryly, "It is regret rather than resentment, she has no talent for painting creation  , Tried for many years but was always mediocre, but she could tell the quality of a painting at a glance, and discovered many painters who were not famous at that time."

    With the development of such a story, Zhou Ziheng can already guess the follow-up, "So, after your mother gave birth to you, she discovered your talent."

    Xia Xiqing's fingers lightly rubbed against the frame, "She just found a life-saving straw."

    A deadly poison was also discovered.

    He patted his palm and turned to another painting, "She felt that I inherited the talent of my grandparents from another generation, so she forced me to learn painting since I was a child.  I don¡¯t understand, I¡¯m locked in a small room every day, with only brushes and paints.¡±

    It looks colorful, but it is actually dark.

    "At that time, I didn't want to learn, and kept crying, so she scolded me and said something I couldn't understand at the time. At that time, the relationship between her and Xia Yunkai became worse and worse, and they quarreled every day.  Even fight."

    For this so-called father, he still can't say it, he can only use his name instead.?? I am locked here.  "

    "She used to hug me and say that I was the only work of art she created in her life. But then she accused me so painfully that I was the culprit of her miserable life, and she had to destroy me  .¡±

    "But me," Xia Xiqing finally broke down in tears, "I just want to be her child."

    Zhou Ziheng almost collapsed, he stepped forward and hugged Xia Xiqing tightly, this person finally merged with the person who was crying silently in his arms back then, just as naked, so painful.

    "I was still so young at that time, only five years old. Behind that door, I clutched the wound with bloody hands, and shouted heartbreakingly to Mom and Dad, but no one came to save me."

    "It's so dark in the room, there's no sound, I'm alone, only me." Xia Xiqing was trembling all over, tears were like broken beads, "It would be great if someone came to save me at that time."

    I used to expect love.

    I tried my best to show the best of myself and learn to be a kid who wouldn't embarrass them.

    But then I discovered that what I need is not such a luxury as love.

    I just need someone to open this door for me when I'm afraid.

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    The time Xi Qing most hoped for someone to save him was the year when he was five years old and was hurt by his mother.

    That year, Zhou Ziheng was born.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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