The sudden thanks made Xia Xiqing's ears hot. He had a belly to say something in his heart, but he didn't know where to say it.

Zhou Ziheng held his shoulders, pushed him over, and hugged him from behind, pressed his chest against his spine, and pushed forward little by little, "Huanya Group... It turns out that our brother Xi Qing is young master. If I had known that you were rich, I would have let you keep me."

Every time Zhou Ziheng called his brother, he was teasing. Xia Xiqing took it and elbowed him, "I can't afford to support you Zhou Xiaolu."

"You can afford it." Zhou Ziheng kissed Xia Xiqing on the back of the head from behind, "I don't have any money to bed with me, can I pay the money?"

Xia Xiqing turned his head and raised his eyebrows at him, "You ask me to give you money."

Zhou Ziheng held his face and kissed his lips awkwardly, "Then I'll just put it on." After saying that, he pushed Xia Xiqing's shoulder and walked forward, wanting to change the topic as soon as possible.

I don’t know that he would give up this idea only when he was.

This villa is not small, with the furniture covered with white cloth. It seems that it has not been lived in for a long time. This scene reminded Zhou Ziheng of the first time he recorded "Escape from the Heaven of Birth" with Xia Xiqing. It is also a lot of furniture covered with white cloth, with gorgeous and deserted decorations.

"I'll take you to visit the building." Xia Xiqing's speech was not full of ups and downs, which made Zhou Ziheng a little worried. He knew Xia Xiqing enough. The less he was, the deeper he hid.

But all Zhou Ziheng could do was to hold his hand tightly and get up with him.

The living room on the floor was treated with height, with a space of about meter high, and the stairs were also very long. On the right is a handrail, and on the left is a bookcase as high as a wall, filled with all kinds of books. Xia Xiqing dragged Zhou Ziheng's hand and walked step by step. Seeing him standing on the bookshelf next to him, he said, "When I was a child, I often sat on this stairs and read books. Sometimes when I was tired of reading, I leaned on here and fell asleep."

Imagine that painting, Zhou Ziheng's mouth unconsciously curled up.

I really want to see him when he was a child, so he must be the most beautiful and cute child in the class.

Zhou Ziheng was pulled by Xia Xiqing to the second floor. There was a deep corridor on the second floor, which looked like the art gallery in the art gallery in the art gallery, dark beige, and ten paintings were hung in sequence against the wall. When passing by a room, Xia Xiqing tried to check the door, but there was no lock. He was a little surprised and called the light at the door.

"This is my mother's collection room." Xia Xiqing pulled the door and stood beside the door. Zhou Ziheng looked at it. This was a very room. When he entered, he found that there was still a cover inside, and there were various picture frames covered with cloth, which were about the same height as a human.

“All these are paintings?”

"Yes." Xia Xiqing nodded, thinking about the art museum that Xi Hui told him. Xia Yunkai did not take away these collections, probably left to him, but he was not worried that he did not come to ask someone to keep them, so he put them in the old house.

Yes, he hated his mother and himself. He probably wanted to burn the fire clean when he saw these paintings.

"My mother was born into an artistic family. When she was young, she was a famous sculptor and her grandmother was a famous oil painting artist. Born in such a family, my mother naturally became an art appreciation collector."

Xia Xiqing casually lifted the dust cloth of the painting. "She regretted that she had not been able to become a painter, no," Xia Xiqing smiled bitterly, "It is better to say it is resentment. She has no talent for painting creation. She has tried it for many years and has been mediocre, but she can tell the quality of the painting and discover many painters who have not yet become famous at that time."

If this story continues, Zhou Ziheng can guess the follow-up, "So, after your mother gave birth to you, she discovered your talent."

Xia Xiqing's fingers gently rubbed against the picture frame, "She just discovered a life-saving straw."

A fatal poison and medicine were also found.

He patted his palm and turned to another painting. "She felt that I had inherited the talent of my grandparents from generation to generation, so she forced me to learn painting since I was a child. At that time, I was only five years old and didn't understand. I was locked in a small room every day, with only brushes and paints."

It looks colorful, but it is actually dark.

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

He still couldn't call this so-called father, so he could only use a name instead.

There was a sudden dressing table in the collection room. Xia Xiqing walked in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror like a daze.

In Zhou Ziheng's eyes, Xia Xiqing's body always has a unique temperament, which is a delicate sense of fragility. When calm, it is like a piece of white porcelain without any flaws, beautiful and fragile. But as he himself said, even if the artwork is broken, it is still a work of art. Every broken edge of his eyes shines with beautiful brilliance.

"They will get married for ?" Zhou Ziheng leaned against the door frame, "Marriage?"

Marriage between the art world and the business world is not uncommon in this circle. Although people in the art world are often noble and cannot see clearly the businessman full of money, the economic foundation determines the building, and the art circle that is extremely expensive is even more supportive of capital.

"No, I can't see Xia Yunkai at that time." Xia Xiqing looked down at the dressing table. There were no cosmetics, but there were many exquisite ornaments with small palms. They should have been placed symmetrically. I don't know why it's messy now. Xia Xiqing arranged them accordingly. "I heard that my mother was married to Xia Yunkai at the time. Her eyes were only suitable for artworks, and she was too confused to see people."

After saying that, he turned around, supported the dressing table with his backhand and looked at Zhou Ziheng, "Think about it, she is a proud daughter in the art world, and she doesn't take anyone seriously. She is in a man's body and almost broke up with her family. As a result," Xia Xiqing lowered her head and smiled, "Watching him looking for women outside, they are not as good as herself."

For a person who is born with arrogance, it is like executing death in a stern manner.

"When I was pregnant with me, my mother went back to her parents' home. When she came back, she accidentally broke Xia Yunkai and the wild woman outside had sex in their bedroom and caught the adulterer in the bed." Xia Xiqing shrugged, "She was probably hated by me in her belly."

He always said these words in that relaxed tone, and Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to do anything to him.

"What...what later?"

"Later?" Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief, "Later... she suffered from postpartum depression and changed her whole body, but when she was outside, she had to pretend to be a dignified and dignified person. After she got home, she beat and smashed her. Sometimes she had a fuss with Xia Yunkai, sometimes she hugged me and cried, and sometimes she beat me like Xia Yunkai." He smiled and pointed, "There were several times, she stood outside the railing on the top floor, saying that she would take me to death."

Looking at his smile, Zhou Ziheng's heart seemed to be stabbed hard by the...

Before he walked, before Xia Xiqing's face, he reached out to touch his face, but Xia Xiqing hid away. This hiding made Zhou Ziheng's heart even more uncomfortable. But in the second, Xia Xiqing put his head on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and sighed almost inauspiciously.

Zhou Ziheng touched the back of his head and kissed Xia Xiqing's head. He was born in a happy family. He was almost unimaginable about the things that Xia Xiqing had encountered. People always say that they should put themselves in others, but in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, these are just empty words and have not experienced them personally. The so-called empathy is just beautiful words that numb one's kind nerves.

"Do you just start to feel pity for me now?" Xia Xiqing leaned against him, his voice coldly, like a thin layer of ice, "This is just the horn of an iceberg."

Xia Xiqing was like an extreme child, constantly tearing his wounds in front of Zhou Ziheng, and rigorously tearing him up. He smiled and said to him, "Look, is this good-looking?"

Is this completely bad?

Is this scary?

Zhou Ziheng gently pinched his back neck, "It must be fake to say it's not pity." His fingers had a kind of ironing temperature. "I like you so much, even if you are scraped by small branches, I feel pitiful and hurt you. Whoever makes me have such a temper? I will be with those who don't like it." He hugged Xia Xiqing, "You are my favorite person, do you say I pity you."

"Anyway, you're just a logical genius." Xia Xiqing was too lazy to argue with him.

But when he heard Zhou Ziheng say this, he suddenly didn't want to continue talking, and told him that those things were too cruel to Zhou Ziheng.

"I'm very curious. You should look very similar to your mother." Zhou Ziheng went over and pinched his chin, lifted his face, and gently kissed the tip of his nose.

Xia Xiqing did not scold him again this time, but just came out of his arms and led him to a condom inside. There was a cabinet inside. Xia Xiqing pulled the third drawer and found a photo from inside.

Zhou Ziheng originally thought it was a photo of Xia Xiqing's mother, so he handed it over to see it. The photo actually had an oil painting, which seemed to be taken at a certain art exhibition.

The painting depicts a woman sitting upright. Her long black hair is tilted, and she is handsome and has a noble manner. Her fair neck is wearing a brilliant pearl necklace. What Zhou Ziheng didn't think was that the person in the painting was more similar to Xia Xiqing than he imagined.

"If you dot a mole on the tip of your nose, I believe it." Zhou Ziheng felt a little familiar, but he also felt that he should be familiar with it. He almost looked like Xia Xiqing. He reached out and put his hand on Xia Xiqing's shoulder and touched his ears, "A woman like this has the capital to be proud of her."

It's like you have the right to be proud.

Zhou Ziheng took the photo from his hand, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and found that there was a small label under the painting, with a name written on it. His face couldn't help but show a look of surprise, "Is this what you painted?"

"Yeah." Xia Xiqing stared at the painting in the photo, "This was my painting when I was fifteen years old, and it was also my first auction. At that time, she had been away for five years, and she drew it all based on memory."

Even though he didn't understand art, Zhou Ziheng could see the tenderness and love hidden in his brushstrokes. Although this mother did so much that hurt him, in Xia Xiqing's eyes, she was always his mother.

"For  is a photo?" Zhou Ziheng asked, "Where is this painting now?"

Xia Xiqing shook her head, "I don't know. This painting was bought in my mother's gallery. I asked someone to inquire about it. It seemed like an ordinary collector. Later, it was sold overseas and couldn't find it."

As a competent storyteller, Xia Xiqing raised her head, "Do you want to know how my mother died?"

Zhou Ziheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes softened.

Xia Xiqing wrapped his hands around his neck and curled his lips slightly, "No, if you want to say it, just say it."

"Have you told others about these things?"

"I'm not the kind of scumbag who uses so-called painful experiences to deceive others into the same heart." After saying that, he smiled and shook his head, "Okay, I'm a scumbag, but I'm a scumbag based on my ability."

After saying this, Xia Xiqing was poked by Zhou Ziheng with his fingers. He smiled and held Zhou Ziheng's fingers, put them on his lips and kissed them.

He really didn't want to say it out loud. But the other party was Zhou Ziheng, and he didn't want to hide it. After all, he had to be honest with himself so that Zhou Ziheng had room for choice.

After hearing this, I will consider whether to accept such a broken person.

"Xu Qichen doesn't know. He only knows that I was often beaten by Xia Yunkai before. There is no way to hide this. He is my deskmate." He pulled the corner of his mouth, "For his own sake, Xia Yunkai never slapped me in the face. He used that thin and long golf club to hit me hard on the back, tied it up, otherwise I would run away."

He spoke vividly, with a stubborn look on his face. "I still have to go to class after I can get out of bed. One time during lunch break, Xu Qichen suddenly pushed me up," he suddenly laughed, "Do you know, he doesn't usually have any expressions, I can now recall his panic-faced expressions when he was staring at that time," Xia Xiqing imitated Xu Qichen's appearance at that time, "Your back is bleeding, and your school uniform is dyed."

"Then I can't hide it anymore. He is smart. Who would be beaten like that when fighting a fight?" Xia Xiqing sighed, "But I still can't tell him anything else, otherwise the day will be too hard for two poor people to come up with." After that, Xia Xiqing smiled, put the photo back into the drawer, took Zhou Ziheng out of the collection room, and walked through the long gallery.

"My mother died of substance abuse." Xia Xiqing said these words as if she was unbearable. "Postpartum depression continues to worsen. She relies on drugs every day to maintain her health before outsiders. To put it bluntly, when she was outside, she was like an angel, and when she returned home, she became crazy. She had been in the transition between the two for a long time, and later she couldn't change her role freely." Here, he suddenly stopped and looked at Zhou Ziheng's side face extremely seriously and asked, "You said, can I act like this, is there a genetic origin?"

After saying that, he chuckled and continued to walk towards the building with his handrail.

Zhou Ziheng's hands were all chilled.

For the first time, he felt that his temperature was so small and not worth mentioning. Can he warm Xia Xiqing's heart if he emptied it?

He was not sure.

"She hollowed out her heart and built an art gallery, named it after me as my tenth birthday gift. She specially invited a French cake chef to make my cake into a sculpture, imitating the famous sculpture "Mother's Love" by Mahjong Mohe. It was very stylish." After walking the last step, Xia Xiqing stopped, as if waiting for Zhou Ziheng.

"And then, that art gallery..."

"Then she died on the day of the art gallery." Xia Xiqing continued to walk forward, his voice without any slight waving, "He twitched all over and fell in front of me and my cake."

Zhou Ziheng took his hand and his fingertips were cold, which was incompatible with this humid, warm and warm midsummer night.

"I didn't think anything at the time. The family was so panicked. I also said, it's okay, my mother often does this at home, she will be fine for a while." Xia Xiqing smiled, "and then she never got better."

Xia Xiqing paused, stopped in front of the dark blue door, and was silent for half a minute.

"I didn't even eat that cake. What a pity that no one will make that beautiful cake for me again."

In fact, it's not for me, but for herself.

His hand held the door handle, tightened his fingers, and suddenly hesitated when he hit.

Zhou Ziheng almost felt the changes in his mood. His shoulders were trembling, and the more he shook, the more he became. He was like a patient with some serious illness, and his body was uncontrollable.

"What's wrong?" He hugged Xia Xiqing, and his tone was a little hesitant, "This is... this is the room?"

Xia Xiqing lowered his head and bit his back teeth tightly so that he could shake less. He thought he could easily see these pasts, thinking that those pasts were passing by, and that the past was not enough to become a nightmare that torture him.

Pandora's box is always about to be played.
To be continued...