Xia Xiqing never thought that Zhou Ziheng would return the painting to him on his twenty-sixth birthday. Looking at his own name on the nameplate of the picture frame, his eyes were slightly astringent. The painting has disappeared for many years, and he almost has an evasive mentality, not looking for it, not thinking about it, as if as long as it does not exist, he has never cared about the so-called family relationship, and has never been hurt.
But escaping is escaping after all. He cannot deny that there are too many complex and unspeakable emotions embedded in this painting, and this emotion includes love. Zhou Ziheng understood this, so he helped him find it and repair his broken heart.
Zhou Ziheng is always able to find his weakness with great precision, and then protect it with his warm palm, regardless of whether he is willing or not, as always, he devotes his idealism. But he had to admit that he hit the heart every time.
Seeing that the event began to proceed in an orderly manner, Xia Xiqing's originally nervous heart relaxed a lot. Among the guests, there were originally many media from the literary and art circles who reported on the event, and Xia Xiqing also accepted interviews accordingly.
"How did you embark on the road of artistic creation?"
This question is not well asked. Xia Xiqing smiled at the female reporter who asked the question, "It's in my ears and eyes."
"So you mean, your family is also engaged in this profession?"
"I think the activities of this art museum have little to do with my family." Xia Xiqing began to suspect the purpose of this female reporter. He tried to get out of it, but found that he was surrounded by another part of the media.
"How did you get into the crew of "Tracking"?"
"There are rumors that you brought money into the crew, can you explain the relationship between the investors of the "Tracking" crew and you?"
It turned out that it was for the movie. Xia Xi should have thought early in the morning that the huge response after the release of the trailer of this movie would make some people jealous sooner or later. It seemed that they felt that they could not find a breakthrough from Zhou Ziheng and the director, so they could only start from themselves. Although Xia Xiqing is not a member of the entertainment industry, he is already familiar with the routines of this industry after being splashed with dirty water so many times.
Following the timely feedback of the assistant, the security personnel came to control the field.
"Excuse me, please leave the exhibition hall."
"We are invited media, how can you expel us casually?"
Xia Xiqing maintained a smile on his face, and pressed the arms of the security personnel beside him, "It's okay." He showed a professional smirk at these reporters, "As long as you don't ask anything unrelated to this event, of course you won't be expelled. Anyway, we also have video recordings here, and if there is any discrepancy between your reports and the situation at the scene, we will of course pursue legal responsibilities according to the law." After speaking, he added like a joke, "I am such a penny-pinching person, I believe everyone is very clear."
Seeing the embarrassment on the faces of those reporters, Xia Xiqing smiled innocently, "Don't you want to interview? Shall we talk about the dark colors of El Greco first? Or the fluid light in William Turner's works?"
After dismissing those headless entertainment reporters, Xia Xiqing went to the second floor and poured a glass of champagne. After calming down, he felt that this matter was not so simple. The entertainment reporters kept talking about the investment of "Tracking" just now. Could it be that the competitor saw that the investor hadn't made it public, so they deliberately took advantage of the vacancy and set up a name to bring their own capital into the group?
He wanted to directly bring funds into the group, but he didn't give him this chance.
? Tried to dial Jiang Yin's phone number, but the line was busy, Xia Xiqing thought about it, originally wanted to call Zhou Ziheng's phone number but finally gave up. He said before that he was shooting a perfume commercial, and it should not be over yet.
In order to understand the situation, Xia Xiqing took a look online, and there was no hot search about "Tracking" investment on the hot search list for the time being, but when he clicked on the hot search related to "Tracking", some marketing accounts had already started picking up investors. Previously, Zhou Zijing invested in the name of an acquired media subsidiary, and signed a confidentiality agreement, so netizens could not see the disclosure of the investment.
There were similar comments under the Weibo of several marketing accounts. One wave said that this kind of semi-anonymous investment was tricky, and the other wave pointed the finger at Xia Xiqing himself.
[@³ÔÀ¶ÊÀ½çºÅ1: How can there be melons if there is Xia Xiqing? Xia Xiqing is a "treasure boy". ]
[@ΪÄãwaiting333: I think this kind of thing has something to do with bringing funds into the group. Xia Xiqing, who studied painting, can now act. Those actors who have a professional background but have no acting skills are really ironic. ]
Such remarks can be found everywhere, and the purpose of rhythm cannot be more obvious. But to Xia Xiqing's surprise, this time the film crew's response was astonishingly fast, so he refreshed the first??Do holography, only then can you see what you see now. He smiled and kissed Xia Xiqing's forehead, his voice was gentler than the universe.
"Happy birthday. Thank you for coming to me."
Xia Xiqing finally understood why Zhou Ziheng hid on the rooftop with a lot of astrophotography equipment. But what he didn't expect was that he could actually reproduce the nebula hundreds of millions of light-years away in front of him, so that he could use his own eyes to feel all the solemn and romantic things.
He also finally understood what the two perfumes designed by Zhou Ziheng personally represented. The combination of black quicksand and eternal rose is everything in front of you.
He pinched the photo, looked up at Zhou Ziheng, behind him was a magnificent crimson nebula.
Want to speak, want to express, but all the signals he can send out have been plundered, rubbed into another heartbeat that is very close away.
This is the most beautiful rose in the world, the stardust is the mud, and the milky way nourishes it. It will never wither, it will always bloom in the silent universe.
"This is what I want to give you, cosmic romance."
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