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Extra Episode 18: Travel (Part 2)

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    When Zhou Ziheng woke up, his first reaction was to stretch out his arms. The bed was empty, and Xia Xiqing was no longer in the room.  Being jet-lagged was uncomfortable, but for a star of his stature it was a daily occurrence.  Zhou Ziheng sat up, the sun was so bright that he couldn't help squinting his eyes.  The painting on the opposite side is still hanging, so looking at it this way, the painting is really not very good.

    When I was a child, I should have enrolled in a painting class when I enrolled in an interest class.  Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

    He remembered the self-portrait he took down last night, so he got off the bed, lifted the mattress on his side, and found that the painting was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief.  Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw his suitcase leaning against the wall.

    He wants to take this painting back and hide it secretly.  With this in mind, Zhou Ziheng put away the canvas and put it at the bottom of his box.

    When he came out after washing, he saw a cup of coffee and a bread roll wrapped in light brown kraft paper on the small coffee table in the living room.  Zhou Ziheng took a sip of his coffee and was about to open the door with a bread roll. He just opened the blue iron door when he heard Xia Xiqing's voice. It turned out that he was downstairs, chatting with the landlady he was talking about.

    Zhou Ziheng walked to the railing, took a bite of the bread roll, and quietly looked at Xia Xiqing downstairs.  He always enjoyed looking at Xia Xiqing like this, especially seeing his high spirits.

    The old grandma was just as he described, wearing a dark green dress with yellow prints, with gray hair, and a very kind smile.  When Xia Xiqing was talking to her, his long legs would spread a lot, with his hands resting on his thighs, he tilted his head and looked at grandma with those beautiful eyes. In addition, he was wearing a light blue striped short-sleeved shirt and a dark blue shirt.  Knee-length shorts, looking like a cute high school kid.

    After a while, a little girl in a pink dress suddenly ran out, like a fluttering little skylark, and hugged Xia Xiqing's leg at once.  Xia Xiqing squatted down with a happy smile, hugged the little girl, and used his own face to touch her little cheek.

    Xia Xiqing is really good-looking, no matter how many times he looks at it, he still thinks so.  Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng had the idea that he should not embarrass him. He thought that his hair was a little curled up in his sleep just now, so he put the bread roll in his mouth and bit it.  Light green t-shirt, lower your head and pat the bread crumbs off it.

    Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little girl in Xia Xiqing's arms suddenly raised her head, pointed to the sky and shouted a language that Zhou Ziheng could not understand, and now all three of them raised their heads together.  The old lady's surprised little expression was very funny, she stretched her hand to her mouth, uttered a cute particle, and then lowered her head to talk to Xia Xiqing, the tone sounded like a question.

    Mistake, Mistake.  Zhou Ziheng hurriedly picked up the bread stuffed in his mouth, smiled awkwardly at the people below, and pressed his curled hair with worry.

    Xia Xiqing pursed her lips and smiled, and the little girl followed her grandmother's words and asked again.  He pinched the little girl's face and answered in English.

    "my boy."

    His voice was too gentle, very soft, but it was still sent to Zhou Ziheng's ears by the warm wind in June.

    For some reason, he even felt that my boy was more exciting than my boyfriend.

    Xia Xiqing raised his head and yelled to the dazed Zhou Ziheng, "Come down."

    "Oh." Zhou Ziheng walked down the stairs and ate all the bread by the way. He heard the little girl pestering Xia Xiqing in unproficient English and asked, "Thenthen am I your girl?"

    Xia Xiqing pursed her lips after hearing this, "Well how about it, you will be my little girl until you find your boy." The little guy was very happy after hearing this, and ran to the little potted plant in front of his house.  There she grabbed a red miniature rose and ran over to give it to Xia Xiqing. Xia Xiqing didn't want it, but she wanted to give it to her, and even padded the flower into Xia Xiqing's ear.

    "Now you are my boy." The little girl said sternly, teasing the landlady standing aside.

    Zhou Ziheng came over and squatted beside Xia Xiqing, and spoke to her in English, "Although this guy took your flowers, he is still mine, not yours, remember?"

    Xia Xiqing bumped Zhou Ziheng with his shoulder, and said in Chinese, "Why are you still serious with children?"

    Zhou Ziheng ignored it, and said to the little girl solemnly, "get it?"

    The little girl pouted, thought for a while, then ran to pick a little daisy, and pinned the flower to Zhou Ziheng's ear with her feet.

    "And you are my boy!"

    Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng glanced at each other, and then they couldn't help laughing. The landlady's grandmother was also very happy, and said to her little granddaughter, "You can't see a beautiful boyHe burst out laughing, "Yes, he said you are ugly."

    "How ugly am I!" Zhou Ziheng usually doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, especially the evaluation of his appearance, but today he cares especially, thinking about pressing the dumb hair on his head with his hand again, "I think I  Looks better than most of the people here."

    Why are you so cute.  Xia Xiqing kept laughing, reached out and touched his chin, "It's not most people, it's everyone."

    After finishing speaking, he added briskly, "Our Hengheng is the most handsome."

    Xia Xiqing kept looking at his watch when he took him out, as if he was in a hurry.  The sun gradually moved up and reached the middle of the sky, illuminating the whole of Florence. The dark gray ground, the winding alleys, and the red brick roofs of the city stood not far away.  The building is majestic and solemn.  Shuttle here, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt a sense of reckless romance like a Roman holiday.

    Looking at Xia Xiqing's back, he suddenly felt that Xia Xiqing should live in this kind of place. He had this feeling once when he was in Wuhan, whether it was in the noisy night market full of fireworks or in the crowded  On the artistic Emerald Street, Xia Xiqing's presence is always so appropriate and natural.

    "I wanted to show you the David of the Academy of Fine Arts. It's an authentic work." Xia Xiqing dragged his wrist, and slowed down his pace. When he was almost there, there was already the brick-red dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in front of him.

    "Then why didn't you look at it?" Zhou Ziheng followed him. This nearly 100-meter-high Gothic church has almost attracted all of his attention. The fishbone-style marble decoration on the outer layer has a gorgeous sense of stacking  , milky white marble, dark green glaze, ubiquitous classical sculptures.  It's so exquisite, it doesn't look like a church at all, it looks like some kind of precious artwork.

    "The authentic work is shocking, but I want you to see this more. No, listen to this."

    Xia Xiqing's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he stopped in front of a very tall building. He looked down at his watch.

    "Where is this?" Zhou Ziheng also looked up at the tall building. He had done his travel homework before, trying to match what he saw on the Internet with the reality, "Is it Giotto's Bell Tower?"

    Hearing what Zhou Ziheng said, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "You are very good, Xiao Zhou."

    "That is."

    Zhou Ziheng still wanted to speak, but suddenly, a long bell rang, and the roar of metal collisions was dragged and elongated, piercing clouds and cracking rocks, hitting his heart directly, he felt that his body was no longer independent, and was frozen by the solemn and shocking ancient bell  , the whole body seemed to be penetrated by electric current, and even the soul trembled with the vibrating sound waves.

    Just when he was in a daze, Xia Xiqing kissed him.  A soft and soft kiss, like a cloud peeled off by the bell, floated leisurely on his lips.

    Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes, the sun was shining generously on his fair face, like the white angel carefully carved on the church.

    "Actually, when we first met, I was fascinated by your voice." His eyes were full of tenderness, like the cool mountain stream after the spring snow melted, "I wanted to tell you many times, listen to you  I always think of the bells of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral."

    The reason why he didn't tell him was because it was too mysterious, and it was indeed a sincere association and exclamation.  Unlike other teasing words, this is unconscious. If you tell him, it seems like holding your heart to him.

    So dangerous, so real.

    When Xia Xiqing said this, Zhou Ziheng inadvertently thought of the analogy he had made to himself at the beginning - Luo Dan's kiss.  Whether it's deliberately flirting or revealing his true feelings, Xia Xiqing can always use these incomparably precious works of art to describe himself, which makes him feel capable.

    Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and stroked the back of Xia Xiqing's neck with his palm. The deep magnetic voice and the bell echoing in the ancient city produced a harmonious and beautiful resonance, "Where does it look like?"

    When the last bell on the hour left a long tail, Xia Xiqing told him in the gentlest voice.

    "All make my heart beat."

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    The Hundred Flowers Cathedral is so beautiful, I posted some photos on Weibo~ I don¡¯t know if you have noticed the clip where Xi Qing thought of the bells of the church when he heard Hengheng talking.

    Heng Heng and Xi Qing are both my boys~ (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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