"I don't want to go." Xia Xiqing rejected Xia Xiuze, who was desperate on the phone, quite bluntly.

Xia Xiuze crazily bombed his WeChat since he was still in the sea, with similar contents on each post, begging him to go back and celebrate his birthday with him.

"Who else is this meal besides you?"

Xia Xiuze's hesitation voice came from the headphones. Xia Xiqing approached the elevator, "You said they were going, but you still insisted that I would go. Isn't this intention to find yourself unhappy?"

As the elevator rose, Xia Xiuze's voice also rose. He acted coquettishly and was frowning. Xia Xi's eyebrows were all frowning.

"Isn't it just a birthday? Let's just have a single day." The golden elevator door slowly opened, "Just let's go, or you call your little classmate together, and I can do as many people... I'll cover..."

Before he could finish his words, Xia Xiqing, who was about to get out of the elevator, was pushed back into the elevator.

"Fuck..." After reacting, I realized that Zhou Ziheng, the person who pressed himself to the inner wall of the elevator.

Xia Xiuze screamed non-stop, like a chick who was so frightened.

[Brother, what's wrong with you! Brother! Brother! Brother!]

It was too noisy. Xia Xiqing took off one of the headphones, reached out and rubbed Zhou Ziheng's chin with her index finger, and made a lip silence.

[what?]

The reason why Xia Xiqing asked this question was that he was Zhou Ziheng's travel style. He had black framed glasses, a dark gray casual sportswear, a hat covered his face tightly, and he also wore a black mask. He didn't say he wanted to go to class and work. Anyway, his private clothes were all student routes, and most of the boys on the university campus were wearing this.

Fashion is based on face.

He approached Xia Xiqing's ears without headphones and deliberately lowered his voice. The smell of perfume that was full of breath suddenly penetrated into Xia Xiqing's nasal cavity.

"Can I kiss you?"

If he is so utterly, I want to kiss you, or I want to kiss you, Xia Xiqing will jump to kiss him without hesitation, but this guy actually used a requesting question, his tone like a child asking for a gift near Christmas, which is irresistible.

Xia Xiuze was still asking anxiously, and the frequency of Xia Xiqing's heartbeat was messy.

The child who had not waited for permission decided to grab the gift himself. Zhou Ziheng reached out and plucked Xia Xiqing's hair, and printed a kiss on his mouth through the mask. The only eyes that exposed were bent into two crescent moons, showing off his happiness.

Such a pure gameplay has become the weakness of an experienced driver like Xia Xiqing.

Zhou Ziheng picked up the headphones that were taken off by Xia Xiqing, and the small wire-controlled microphone was close to his mouth, with a smile in his tone.

"Happy birthday, Ozawa."

The voice in the microphone immediately calmed down and became stuttering. Xia Xiqing took the headphones from Zhou Ziheng's hand, "Who else can you do it? Brother Ziheng."

It was clearly teasing tone, but as soon as these four words were spoken, Zhou Ziheng couldn't stop being happy, and the corners of his mouth under the mask were swelling wildly. When he was happy, he wanted to make others happy too.

Xia Xiqing responded to her younger brother on the phone and patted Zhou Ziheng on the arm, "You go down, I'm going home."

"Wait a minute." Zhou Ziheng put his hands into his pocket of his coat, and there was a rustling sound. Xia Xiqing still felt that it was inexplicable. Zhou Ziheng took out a lot of candy and stuffed it into Xia Xiqing's hand.

"what?"

"You eat candy." Zhou Ziheng's tone was very loud, although he was stuck in the mask.

Every time he works, he is in his body to fill up candy, and he can replenish his energy when he is not as good as eating. However, he feels that he is full of energy today and there is no need for candy.

"Childish." Xia Xiqing looked at his smiling eyes, thrust, stuffed the candy into his pocket and put it in a cold and ruthless manner, and turned around and left. When he was about to walk to the door, he took out one, and tore open the candy paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

Orange-flavored milk candy, sweet. After that, Zhou Ziheng himself.

Xia Xiuze's phone was still not hanging up, and he was soft and hard, and his voice became more and more pitiful, and he almost cried. Xia Xiqing walked to the end of the living room and opened the curtains in a flash. The sunlight filled the crossing through the floor-to-ceiling windows and hugged him, like sweet sugar water embracing the orange petals in the can.

The weather is getting hotter and it is about to reach the season that Xia Xiqing hates. But for some reason, he becomes abnormal.

For a moment, I really wanted to try the feeling of spending summer with Zhou Ziheng.

"Okay. Just have a meal." Xia Xiqing was so unhappy that she felt soft-hearted. Sure enough, sweets affected people's emotions, "Don't cry, I'll warn you."

Xia Xiqing wanted to hold his own art exhibition in China for a long time, but what he drew recently was wrong. The crazy and gloomy color became soft and soft, soft and sticky. The brushstrokes lost his unique sharpness, making people think of the grilled glass fragments. This made him feel uneasy. No matter what, the changes always make people uneasy.

He remembered the magazine he filmed with Zhou Ziheng. It seemed that it had been released. He thought about whether to order one, but after Weibo, he found that the official magazine blog had issued a record-breaking celebration blog. It exceeded 100,000 copies in one second, and 150,000 copies in six seconds were sold out.

It was so scary... Xia Xiqing clicked on the comments, and all of them were carnivals for self-study girls.

A very sad thing happened recently. In a middle school in a small southern city, a boy was bullied for a gender barrier and chose to commit suicide. The popularity of this matter could not be calmed down. Some people were discussing the equal rights of a few people, while others criticized the executors of campus violence.

What's wrong? The video of Zhou Ziheng's questioning the "normal" category was once again revealed by marketing blogs. It was at the forefront and became a material for netizens, especially the group of lgbts.

[everything21: I don’t have Zhou fans but I was shocked by his words. I feel that there are really few stars with such ideas now. Many of them can’t even recognize words, and they show their timidity as soon as they open their mouths. Zhou Ziheng is worthy of being a college master of P and suddenly wants to become a fan.]

[I don't eat melons, I will eat you: Zhou Ziheng's question is so good, I can't even think of the answer at once. What is normal and what is abnormal? No one is qualified to define it, and there is no right to punish others under the banner of "you are abnormal".]

[Hengheng 2.5 meters: Zhou Ziheng is really hard to be a star who is willing to take into account social and humanistic problems. Although he is young, he is more than many people. He can clearly rely on this face to act in idol dramas, but he regards the mission of conveying faith as an actor. This kind of boy is simply a treasure.]

[Who is my fool: When I hear the color blindness paradox, I will tell you that the king is sitting here.]

[Hehehehehehe: There are really many celebrities who don’t even know the definition of paradox...]

[wennie: The last sentence is so touching. I just want to be myself.]

[3443122: There are so many stereotypes in this world. Boys will be scolded if they like to dress up a little. They will look at the eyes of people when they have long hair. Although I am not that young and handsome, some people scold them every time they are too ugly. Their styles are all work-related, so why do you have to define them by yourself? This is true, Risby Zhou Ziheng.]

[Self-study is going to get married today: I have always had a very positive view of my three views. I heard from my friend of P University. He took the philosophy of his freshman year, and the theme of the pre-school pre-school is what a good moral system is. I remember that there are videos recorded by the students present on the site. I strongly recommend everyone. He is really very charming when he is a pre-school pre-school.]

What is a good moral system...

Xia Xiqing suddenly became interested and wanted to see what Zhou Ziheng looked like. He turned on the computer, searched for keywords, and finally found this two-year video. The filming was probably the classmate sitting in the first and second rows. From the bottom to the upward view, Zhou Ziheng's legs were too long, and the screen was filled with a barrage of amazing legs.

Zhou Ziheng's pre-text is only forty minutes in total, and the English is out of script, and the ppt is very simple. He followed the Occam razor principle of a science and engineering man. He wore a formal white shirt, rolled his cuffs to his forearm, and his hair was a little shorter than now. He stood under a huge projection, occasionally walking with his long legs. When he asked questions from the audience in the audience, he habitually turned his left slightly, his face with an insignificant smile, which could not stop his handsomeness even if it was damaged.

He understood the netizen's words, it was really charming. But who would have thought that this person who was discussing [general moral rationality and moral autonomy] in Taiwan was just now so childish that he stuffed his candy into his hands.

Zhou Ziheng's charm, a mixture of youthfulness and mature men's temperament, the only similarity is gentleness.

Childish tenderness, or calm tenderness.

He couldn't help but draw another painting, with a light projection screen in the right corner. In the center of the picture, he supported the podium with one hand, showing a slight smile, and simply put a little watercolor, Xia Xiqing passed the painting to Weibo. His Weibo soon exploded and was surrounded by a large group of fans.

[My idol, the general attack in the entertainment industry in the year: Damn the gods and wives draw online!]

[I want to eat candy: @Zhou Ziheng invites you to answer the question "What is the experience of falling in love with a painter?".]

[Hengheng NT: Is this scene of self-homing doing pre? I was still watching it just now! The wife's painting is so beautiful 5555]

[Today I also want to study by myself: What kind of wife is she calling me randomly? This is Mrs. Zhou.]

[Study girl rushes to duck: Hahahahahahaha Mrs. Zhou.]

[Maybe you are doing self-study: Hahahahahahahahahaha Mrs. Zhou is amazing!]

The style of the comments became more and more erratic, and Xia Xi was calm and calm.

This little girl was so naive that she decided to take advantage of her height and appearance. The sun gradually set in the west, and Xia Xiuze's death news was all over. Xia Xiqing said that she could not escape. She changed into a dark blue shirt and put the Xia Xu Company's game console that he had bought long ago into the trunk, and drove to the place where he shared it on WeChat.

This restaurant is a private restaurant specializing in Huaiyang cuisine. The place is a bit off and the environment is very good in the capital, where every inch of land is valuable. Once you enter, there is a courtyard with a quaint water, which is quaint. In this way, Xu Qichen celebrates his birthday, and he also celebrates it once.

When he got off the car, Xia Xiqing smoked a cigarette in the car. After all, he didn't want to do it too ugly.

Who said that as soon as he parked the car and walked towards the door, he saw Xia Xiuze, tied his school uniform and jacket to his waist, and waved his hand from a distance and shouted at his brother. Seeing his excitement, Xia Xiqing put down the grudge in his heart, walked over and threw the gift in his hand into his arms.

"Hold it, the money."

Xia Xiuze was so happy that he was desperate, "I don't care about Xia and I want him to be me."

"You don't call me brother, what about Xia Xu?" Xia Xiqing smiled and wiped out the smoke, "Who are you calling that?"

"But you call him that, you call him his eldest nephew." Xia Xiuze's voice was weak, and he was even slapped in the head by his brother.

"I'm my, you, can you be the same?"

Xia Xiuze soon wrapped his arms in shamelessly, hugged Xia Xiqing's arm, and told him all the funny things that had happened recently. This problem has not changed since childhood, just like Xia Xiqing's joke recycling factory.

The private room he booked was the expensive "Shuiyun Room" in the entire hotel, and there was a small bamboo forest between the private rooms in the lobby. There were only two sides of the water and clouds in total. The Xia family booked the east wing.

When Xia Xiqing opened the door of the private room, he saw Xia Yunkai sitting upright. He didn't seem to have changed much. He was a little older and thinner. Once he saw him, he was still a big day. When he returned to China on Christmas Day, he happened to meet him in a high-end hotel and didn't even say a word.

"It's time, sit down." Xia Yunkai said with a smile on his face, and he didn't say anything, thinking that he was a kind father who was really a righteous father. However, the older he grew older, the more Xia Xiqing discovered that he became, the less aggressive he became, and he was like an old dog who was defeated by the time, waiting for the day when he could only survive. Thinking of Xia Xiqing, he felt ridiculous and sad.

After returning to China, he divided the company's shares by a quarter without discussing it. Xia Xiqing was inexplicably one of the major shareholders, and he didn't say what this old guy was thinking. Could it be that he still hoped that he would live in his old age and see him off.

Xia Xiqing sat down expressionlessly, facing Yu Fangyue. She dressed up her jewelry, but no matter how many jewelry she had, the exquisite makeup she had, it could not hide the vulgarity in her bones. Yu Fangyue was very proud. Even if she couldn't see Xia Xiqing, she would do her superficial skills. "Oh, I haven't seen Xi Qing for a long time, and I won't go back to my house to have a meal when I return to China. Your father misses you."

Listening to these lip service words, Xia Xiqing slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her cuffs, raised her eyes and smiled at her, and picked up the end of her eyes, "Long time no see, I remember, you haven't been so old." He sighed, picked up the cup of tea poured on the table with his fingers, and blew it, "I have a friend who has plastic surgery, let him slap you?"

Yu Fangyue was afraid of nothing more than her face getting old. Xia Xiqing's words were so heartbroken to her. She was angry and blocked, but she couldn't find any words to refute her.

Xia Xiqing was full of disgust with her words, but in front of Xia Xiuze, he was lazy. Xia Xiuze was the only one who kept talking to the dining table. He seemed to be afraid that if he didn't, the others would start to quarrel when they were free.

"Xi Qing, when you are free, you will still go to the company." Xia Yunkai picked up a chopstick dish and put it in a bowl.

Xia Xiqing looked at the dishes in the bowl and no longer had an appetite. He couldn't see anyone pretending to him.

"Go to the company? Why, do you feel that you can't live to wait for Xiao Zi to inherit the family business?"

This sentence was extremely unpleasant. Yu Fangyue was about to speak, but Xia Yunkai reached out to stop him. He seemed to be angry and said lightly, "The family is big and the business is great, and you can't rely on your brother to support him in the future." He paused, "I said, your mother has put all the art gallery and gallery in her hand, and you will not worry about the rest of your life..."

"What did you mention her?" Yu Fangyue finally couldn't help but angrily said with resentment.

"Are you an outsider talking to me?" Xia Xiqing gently lit the edge of the colorful porcelain bowl with his fingers, looked at Yu Fangyue, but he told Xia Xiuze, "Xiaoze, I ordered a cake, go outside and ask."

Xia Xiuze said oh, stood up obediently, and heard his mother's voice stopping, "Stop! He asked you to go out, then go out?" He stood there in a daze until Xia Xiqing, who was sitting next to him, reached out and patted his legs gently, and walked out of the private room without hesitation.

"You! I'll reply!"
To be continued...