I Only Like Your Character Settings

Xia Xiqing never felt that he would sometimes be moved by others.

He always told others that the biggest misunderstanding of love is that people always regard the emotional fluctuations during ambiguity as heartbeats, and use the disorder of heartbeat at that moment as evidence to confirm that they are in love. But too often, these fluctuations are just ripples on the surface of the lake, and after that moment, they are quickly smoothed out.

He wasn't sure if his current mood swings were the moment when the ripples bloomed, he was only sure that he was enjoying the moment.

"I can't even hold the gun steadily." Zhou Ziheng shook the AUG in his hand, with a triumphant smile on his face.

The last words just now were just a joke. Xia Xiqing tried to find clues to support his conjecture from the expression on his face. This is not easy, after all, he is facing an actor.

They were just joking around.

Thinking this way, Xia Xiqing's burden was much less. He pursed his lower lip, his eyes frivolous, "It doesn't matter if this gun is unstable, next time I will let you try my other guns whether they are stable or not."

Zhou Ziheng smiled, why is this person so persistent, "I tried it last time, it was not very stable, and it would go off as soon as I rubbed it."

"You're doing well now." Xia Xiqing kicked him on the shin of his calf, but Zhou Ziheng avoided him and held him in his arms.

"Just kidding, kidding."

"Don't hug me." Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Don't hug me like a **** woman."

Zhou Ziheng heard such words from him twice. He wondered if Xia Xiqing minded the fact that he liked a girl before, but this kind of thinking was too conscious. The bigger possibility was that Xia Xiqing just wanted to occupy a dominant position. That's all.

"Then hug me." Zhou Ziheng opened his arms.

Xia Xiqing took a look at him. He was so tall, no matter how he hugged him, he looked like a girl.

"Get out, who wants to hug you." Xia Xiqing wanted to take the gun out of his hand, but just as he reached out, Zhou Ziheng grabbed it, and asked anxiously, "Your hand is injured?"

Injuried? Xia Xiqing was a little confused, but quickly realized it.

"Ah, that's red paint. I accidentally got it on. It's not blood."

Zhou Ziheng heaved a sigh of relief, and tried rubbing it together, but it turned out to be paint, "Scared me. You painted before you went out."

"Ah?... Mmm." Xia Xiqing was a little unaccustomed to being cared about so much, he quietly withdrew his hand, took away the gun from Zhou Ziheng's hand, put on the earmuffs and started shooting practice again.

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to ask him what kind of painting he drew, but seeing him like this, he didn't ask any further. He sat down and took out his mobile phone. Today he was busy with auditions, meeting with the screenwriter and director, and having dinner with the management at night, so he was dizzy. I don't even have time to read WeChat.

Sure enough, WeChat messages are full. Zhou Ziheng picked up some important work information and replied first, and saw Shang Sirui's news in a blink of an eye.

[Si Rui: Ziheng! Have you seen the picture that Xi Qingqing drew for you? ]

[Si Rui: Share pictures. ]

Zhou Ziheng saw the watercolor painting sent by Shang Sirui, which was the pre scene at the end of his sophomore year. The PPT displayed in the upper right corner had a dark red background.

It was originally drawn on this one.

[Ziheng: He sent it to you? ]

[Si Rui: No, I saved it on his Weibo. ]

When Zhou Ziheng saw this news, he immediately opened Weibo and found that he had received a lot of unfollowed people Aite. He clicked in and took a look, and it was indeed the painting by Xia Xiqingfa.

[Self-study girl Chong Duck: @周自燕, come in and look at the picture your wife drew for you! ]

[Who doesn't like self-study: @周自燕, what's it like to fall in love with a painter? ]

[Self-study CP is the sweetest in the universe: @周自恒, I announce that you are locked up with this beautiful artist, and I have swallowed the key! ]

my wife?

What a new way of saying this.

In addition to the overwhelming speeches from CP fans, there are only some fans of Zhou Ziheng who found Xia Xiqing's Weibo.

[Self-Heng Universe First Attack: Thank you, madam, for sharing. ]

[Zhou Ziheng's wife: Thank you, madam, but some xipi fans, please respect yourself, too much brain supplement is a disease. ]

[I’m super-A: Xipifan is yelling so hard, Zhou Ziheng can’t be straight anymore, okay, being pulled by Gua every day is really convincing. ]

…

Zhou Ziheng pursed his lips.

Is he straight? If it was before, it should be quite straight, but now it is...

Moreover, the level of CP fans' imagination should be about the same as the actual progress of the two of them now... maybe.

However, the comments got louder and louder, and Xia Xiqing's only fan also came out, with a posture of "bullying our little painter without fans".

Really, it shouldn't be you little girls who want to be protected.

Zhou Ziheng clicked forward and typed a line.

[@周自恒: Thank you, madam. ]

He didn't think there was anything wrong. This circle seemed to call painters like that, Mrs. Da and so on. But the following CP fans went crazy.

[Perhaps you also do self-study: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh> ]

[My CPs fall in love with each other and kill each other every day: Damn it is my wife! It's really called Mrs. ]

[Happy self-study: Zhou Ziheng is awesome! [Broken sound (if I had such a beautiful wife, I would be awesome)]

[Self-study girl is super cute: ah, the tears of the self-study girl are worthless, Zhou Ziheng, why are you so spoiled! (How does it feel to be boiled and slapped in the face by certain Du Wei? Going to KY under Xi Qing’s Weibo is enough.)]

[Self-study girl Chong Duck: Doing self-study is really exciting, celebrating the New Year every day. ]

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Ziheng looked up and found that Xia Xiqing had taken off his glasses and earmuffs, and was walking towards him, shaking his beautiful black hair.

"Ah? Check Weibo..."

Xia Xiqing stretched his waist, "I wanted to hit a ten ring, it was so difficult." He sat next to Zhou Ziheng.

"Stop beating, if you keep beating, your arm will hurt tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood up, "Go home."

"I'm hungry." Xia Xiqing looked up at Zhou Ziheng. His eyes are quite large among boys, with deep double eyelids and long and dense eyelashes. Without makeup, it always gives the illusion of eyeliner. His dark pupils are always bright and glowing with moisture. Usually he always smiles frivolously and gently, but when he doesn't make any expressions, he reveals a pure and pitiful spirit.

Zhou Ziheng pulled him up, "My family has the Cordyceps Chicken Soup that my mother brought over yesterday, I'll get you the next noodles to eat when I go back."

Even if you don't pay for it, it's still worth it so far. Xia Xiqing was in a good mood, and followed Zhou Ziheng out of the shooting training ground.

The last time he entered Zhou Ziheng's house was Xia Xiqing's forced kiss. When he thought about it, he felt a little embarrassed on his face. On the other hand, he was a little puzzled. Zhou Ziheng was so angry last time, why did he agree to go with him now? Fooling around.

"You wear my slippers." Zhou Ziheng took out a pair of dark blue slippers and put them in front of him.

Xia Xiqing snorted, and seemed to think of something, "I can wear my own clothes when I go home." Anyway, it's just two steps. Zhou Ziheng took out another pair of white slippers from the shoe cabinet, which looked like they were for hospitality, but he didn't look up, "If you dislike my shoes, go back and get your own."

This is sad. Xia Xiqing laughed, "I didn't. I'm afraid of wronging you." After speaking, he put on Zhou Ziheng's slippers, which were soft but a lot bigger.

"You have really big feet."

"I'm 1.92 meters."

"Oh that's amazing."

"It's just amazing."

The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time. Xia Xiqing wailed and was hungry, and walked into the living room stepping on the pair of ill-fitting slippers without seeing anything else. The last time he came here, he was so busy circling around the entrance with Zhou Ziheng that he didn't look in. Only then did he realize that , It turns out that there is a big swimming pool in Zhou Ziheng's living room.

"Your decoration is good. It looks like a rich man." Xia Xiqing squatted by the pool, stretched his fingers in to touch the water surface, "I'll chisel one out tomorrow."

"Aren't you tired?" Zhou Ziheng took off his coat and put it on the sofa, went to the refrigerator and opened the double doors, "If you want to swim to my place, then it's fine."

After saying this, he regretted a little. Did he rush too much? Xia Xiqing couldn't swim anywhere he wanted.

Xia Xiqing didn't say anything, he wanted to talk about what to do if the relationship between the two of them broke down in the end, just like he and those little lovers before, now they have no contact. But he also felt that it would be too embarrassing for him to say that, and it didn't look like a physical relationship at all, but it seemed like a real relationship.

"Okay, I'll just wait for your words." Xia Xiqing pretended to stand up easily and jumped twice. Zhou Ziheng thought he was going to jump down now, so he hurriedly said, "I didn't turn on the thermostat."

"I'm not swimming now, I'm almost starving to death." Xia Xiqing dragged himself to Zhou Ziheng's sofa and lay down, letting out a comfortable sigh. Zhou Ziheng was afraid that he would be bored, so he turned on the TV for him, and put the remote control into his hand. A boring idol drama at 8:00 was playing on the TV, with a weird dubbing plot, the sound of Zhou Ziheng cooking in the kitchen, the sound of metal clashing, and the sound of cooking soup mixed together, Full of smoke.

Xia Xi lying on the sofa was quiet, a little unaccustomed, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.

It's like... having a home of your own.

As soon as this thought popped up, he pressed down desperately. I want to divert attention and make myself look less pitiful. The only thing he can do is to complain about the TV series as much as he can.

"Who made the filter for this drama? The saturation is just to blind the audience."

"The heroine's dress... I really don't understand the current costume styles. Zhou Ziheng, please don't act in an idol drama, you will lose my fan immediately if you play me."

"This plot... Newton's coffin can't hold down."

"Actually, the male lead looks okay. It would be better if his nose was higher. His eyebrows and eyes are quite three-dimensional."

But it is far behind Zhou Ziheng.

Just as he was talking, Zhou Ziheng came over with a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and put it on the coffee table with a bang, his expression gloomy.

"So fast?" Xia Xiqing sat up from the sofa, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I wonder if you can get full just by looking at handsome guys?" Zhou Ziheng turned around and walked over to take his share. Xia Xiqing knelt on the sofa with his hands resting on the upper edge of the sofa back, and smiled at Zhou Ziheng's back, "Look at you, you should be seven percent full. If you serve it, you will be very full."

It was really the same, Zhou Ziheng walked over with another bowl, "Then watch the one on TV."

"Forget it." Xia Xiqing sat down and picked up his chopsticks, "I have high aesthetic standards, and you are the only handsome guy in this circle."

"Barely?" Zhou Ziheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"No force, no force." Xia Xiqing stayed from the sofa and sat on the carpet, and quickly took his bowl of noodles to avoid Zhou Ziheng's threat, "It's just a little worse than me." The soup in the bowl was golden, and Xia Xiqing blew it Opened the emerald green chopped green onion, took a sip, "It's delicious, your aunt's craftsmanship is really good."

Zhou Ziheng originally wanted to say that my mother was good at craftsmanship, but he didn't want to say such things in front of Xia Xiqing.

After eating a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup, Xia Xiqing's internal organs felt warm, and he broke out in a thin sweat. He unbuttoned two shirt buttons, rested his arm on the bent leg, and rested his chin lazily. On the lap, even the voice becomes lazy, like a sun-baked cat.

Zhou Ziheng suddenly wanted to buy a cat.

After eating and drinking enough, Xia Xiqing opened Weibo and took a look, and found that Zhou Ziheng had reposted his Weibo, and even wrote [Thank you, madam]. He became anxious all of a sudden, "Fuck Zhou Ziheng, are you out of your mind? When people call you madam, you should also call her."

"Is there something wrong? Everyone calls it that." Zhou Ziheng used his acting skills to pretend to be stupid.

"You..." Xia Xiqing held back his breath, "You deleted Weibo for me."

"That can't be deleted. If you delete it, it will be on the hot search." Zhou Ziheng drank his saliva, "Originally, only my fan circle knew about it, but once I deleted it, the whole Weibo would know about it."

"You! Fine, you're amazing." Although Xia Xiqing was angry, Zhou Ziheng spoke the truth. He didn't want everyone to know that he would definitely be laughed at by Xia Zhixu and his gang. Thinking of this, he just wanted to quickly turn the page, pick up a topic and say, "This actor has a lot of resources recently."

"Yeah." Sitting on the sofa, Zhou Ziheng glanced down at Xia Xiqing who was watching the TV. Although he didn't really want to hear Xia Xiqing sitting at his home talking about other men, he didn't seem to be angry with him when he saw him, and he was a little compromised , and even wanted to sell the news of his colleagues to please him. So Zhou Ziheng touched Xia Xiqing's shoulder with his knee, "Want to hear gossip?"

Xia Xiqing looked up at him, "Is there a melon?"

He put his hand on Zhou Ziheng's knee and shook it, which made Zhou Ziheng's heart flustered. Besides, from this angle, Xia Xiqing's chest could be seen at a glance. Zhou Ziheng raised his head and faced the TV upright, "Actually, I don't have much to say about it. I only know about many things in the circle only after seeing the paparazzi exposed."

Well, Xia Xiqing believed that.

"However, during the dinner party at night, the employer who came here was quite unreliable, and what he said at the dinner made us all quite embarrassed. After drinking a few glasses of wine, he began to tell Director Kun that he wanted to install a role."

Xia Xiqing pointed to the hero on the TV, "Just him?"

Zhou Ziheng nodded, "He drank too much, and kept saying that this actor is good-looking and energetic, but the more he said it, the worse it was. We couldn't pull it back even if we wanted to."

Dare to be the gold master. Xia Xiqing chuckled, "And then?"

"Let's talk about Director Kun, the script hasn't been finalized yet." When it came to the script, Zhou Ziheng said again, "That person kept drinking Xu Bian, but he was stopped by Director Kun and me."

"Fuck me? He still wants to mess with Xu Qichen?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, his expression changed. Seeing him like this, Zhou Ziheng felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, he didn't drink, and he didn't say a few words the whole time."

Of course, Xu Qichen looked meek, but in fact he was more stubborn than anyone else. Xia Xiqing couldn't help snorting coldly, "Even our Chenchen dared to move, so we can't let that know about it, otherwise there will be an explosion."

When Zhou Ziheng heard that his name was Xu Bianchenchen, his heart became even more flustered, and he held back for a long time but couldn't figure out how to word the question. Unexpectedly, Xia Xiqing opened the mouth first, "Xu Qichen and I are high school classmates, I bet you that you will never meet such a poor kid in your life."

The title of child also made Zhou Ziheng feel uncomfortable.

"Originally, my family was happy. After the senior high school entrance examination, one or three families traveled by car and got into a car accident. Both parents left. He woke up overnight and was left alone." Xia Xiqing sighed, "When he was in high school, he could He's autistic, if it wasn't for a fool who pestered him every day, he probably wouldn't have thought about committing suicide long ago."

Zhou Ziheng never expected that the seemingly gentle and polite screenwriter would encounter this, "And then?"

"Everything was better at first, and he became more cheerful. Who knew that at that time, someone rumored that he was gay, and fabricated rumors that he had an improper relationship with the head teacher, and forced him to transfer to another school." Xia Xiqing looked up. Eye Zhou Ziheng, "Do you want to ask if he is really gay?"

"He has fallen in love with that **** who haunts him every day, but he has always been in love secretly. In fact, that person also likes him. The two of them have been kept in the dark like fools for ten years, and even cut off contact because of that rumor. For several years There is no news from the other party."

His voice was a little hoarse, "A person like Xu Qichen can't be too bad, but he has always been kind and only dared to hurt himself, because he has someone he has always liked, and he doesn't want to be seen by that person The bad side of myself."

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, but he sensed Xia Xiqing's emotional fluctuations.

Xia Xiqing raised his chin, his eyes were still fixed on the front, and his voice was full of contempt, "I am different. If I am hurt, I must do everything possible to get back. If I feel bad, no one can feel better. Everyone People can't run away, they have to accompany me to suffer. Anyway, there is no one in this world who I care enough to dare not turn bad, and it doesn't matter if I suck."

It really doesn't matter.

When he was very young, he tried his best to take the first place in the school, collecting awards like postage stamps, and ran to show them to his parents after returning home, but they would only take a look at them, and praise them when they were in a good mood . All they care about is business, and nothing but endless quarrels. Later he discovered that he was fighting fiercely outside, but when he got home, he could hear his parents say a few more words. Even if he scolded him, it was much better than pretending that he didn't exist. He got worse and worse, skipped classes, drank alcohol, and deliberately failed the class. At this time, he got more "care".

How ironic.

My heart ached from the cold. His hair was suddenly ruffled.

Zhou Ziheng sat on the carpet, stretched out his arms and hugged Xia Xiqing in his arms, and kissed his hair several times while he was not paying attention, "I think what you just said is wrong."

Xia Xiqing was hugged tightly by him, and it was difficult to speak, and he couldn't understand Zhou Ziheng's meaning, "What did you say?"

Zhou Ziheng patted him on the back lightly, his voice was extremely gentle, "I said you are wrong, he is not the most pitiful child I have ever met in my life."

Before the continuation of this sentence was said, Xia Xiqing was already angry, and was about to push him, but Zhou Ziheng hugged him even tighter.

"Whoever pushes me is the poorest child." His voice was filled with a warm smile, which sounded like a joke, but for some reason, Xia Xiqing's restlessness was calmed down at once. He felt that he was too ashamed. It was really embarrassing to be looked down upon by a guy five years younger than him, so he couldn't help snorting, "Anyway, I'm not."

"That's right. You're not." Zhou Ziheng hugged him like coaxing a child, dangling him, and picked up Xia Xiqing's hand and put it on his back manually. A pair of long legs bent and sandwiched him, becoming a The posture of two people embracing each other cannot escape even if they run.

"Who is that?" Xia Xiqing said in a bad tone, but he didn't let go of the hand he was forced to put on his back.

Zhou Ziheng rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head, and wrapped him in his arms. His voice was soft and warm, like a piece of cotton candy in the shape of a feather, floating down lightly, dangling for a long time, and finally floated to Xia Xiqing's hand, "Yes, who is it?"

After the rising ending, Zhou Ziheng smiled in his ear.

Xia Xiqing suddenly forgot how to be angry.

The author has something to say: Zhou Ziheng changed to a trumpet and posted a comment on the Weibo where Xia Xiqing shared watercolor paintings. Fishing in troubled waters, hidden in a lot of comments from self-study girls—[Mrs. Zhou is good. ]