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    Zhou Ziheng stood still, holding the small handwritten letter with his fingers, lowered his head, the black hat brim covered his deep eyes and mood, and remained silent for a long time.

    Xia Xiqing didn't know what was wrong with him, his heart was very restless, and some kind of emotion between panic and shame was rising, unlike him, these two emotions were very uncomfortable Xia Xiqing.

    "That" Xia Xiqing's lips moved, and the self-esteem that had been entrenched in this body for so many years made him stretch out his hand and snatch the letter back from Zhou Ziheng's hand, "This is a passage I copied, I like this one very much  "

    Qiang cheered up and said what he said ended in Zhou Ziheng's step forward kiss. His hand held Xia Xiqing's cheek, but Xia Xiqing felt that what he was holding was his anxious and dying heart.  The soft kiss is a good medicine, which brings him back to life from the great loss.

    Xia Xiqing reached out and hugged Zhou Ziheng's back, and the two bodies were tightly attached, chest against chest, heart against heart.

    When he wrote those words with his own hands, he really felt like a sacrificer.

    For Zhou Ziheng's brilliant stars, he gave everything he had.  His timidity, his chronic illness, the dark side of his body, his burning desire.

    On the top floor of this gorgeous and hidden art gallery, one hundred works dedicated to one person surround them.  The world outside the door used this outstanding young artist as a talking point, causing a storm in the city, but he didn't care. Even if the supposedly perfect plan was disrupted, his muse still came.

    Completion in regret is more complete.

    Zhou Ziheng gently stroked the back of Xia Xiqing's neck, kissed and kissed the top of his head, his emotions were extremely complicated, from the initial panic and restlessness, to the loss that he thought he had been forgotten, to anger, to worry.  The relief of finally seeing each other outside the gate of the art museum, the surprise and touch of climbing to the top floor.

    All the inexplicable emotions turned into mad love for the person in his arms at this moment.

    "Do you like these gifts?" Xia Xiqing looked up at him, with hot spring water flowing in his eyes.

    "I like it." Zhou Ziheng kissed the tip of his nose, "I like these, and I like you even more."

    Straightforward words of love are burned in the heart, burning ears.

    Xia Xiqing turned his back to him, took his hand and brought him in front of the sculpture. Zhou Ziheng felt amazed, the feeling was indescribable, seeing himself transformed into a snow-white artwork with his own eyes, seeing it so smooth that it almost  The real lines, the deep and three-dimensional facial bones like mountains, there is only one point, Zhou Ziheng always feels that he is not like himself.

    "It's too gentle." Zhou Ziheng stood half a meter away, facing his little artist, smiling a little embarrassedly, "Don't you think, how can I be so"

    "Who said that?" Xia Xiqing walked towards him, looked up into Zhou Ziheng's eyes, his voice was soft like spring breeze.

    "You don't even know how gentle you are to me."

    A tenderness that cannot be reproduced even with dirt and love.

    After finishing speaking, Xia Xiqing turned around again, "Didn't you find the posture of this sculpture very familiar?"

    Zhou Ziheng's emotions have not yet been withdrawn, and he was hit by his seldom true feelings just now, and he was a little drunk. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the slender waist wrapped under the exquisite suit from behind, resting his chin on him.  shoulders, head tilted to stare at the sculpture.

    It is not a standing posture, but a sitting posture. The upper body is exposed, the muscles are full and the lines are clear, and the waist to the thighs are covered with a piece of soft fabric. The softness of the fabric can almost be faked.  , as if you can grab a corner with your hand and tear it off.  It tilted its head slightly, its eyes looked forward, and it held a well-opened rose in its right hand. The petals of the rose were soft and delicate.  Bright.

    There is a golden nameplate under the countertop with a word¡ªthief engraved on it.

    Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt familiar, "It was when I was in confinement, the day you stole my house?"

    Xia Xiqing turned his face to the side, kissed his face like a reward, and smiled very sweetly, "Yes."

    He couldn't forget the little prince who saw the red rose under the moonlight when he looked back when he was parting.  The picture frozen in his pupils could not be dissipated in the heart of this failed Romeo for a long time, so he had to use his own hands and talents to keep the moonlight of that night forever.

    Interpret Zhou Ziheng in the form that best interprets Xia Xiqing's essence.

    "Thank you." Zhou Ziheng gently rubbed the side of Xia Xiqing's face with the side of his face, Xia Xiqing turned his face, a childish smile appeared on that pure and beautiful face, "You're welcome."

    &nbsp?Flipped through, found a lollipop, tore off the wrapper and put it in his mouth, "Is there something wrong?"

    "I know about Wei Min. A friend of mine was at the same table with him in a big round. At that time, someone mentioned that he was hospitalized. Others don't know the inside story, but according to my friend, Wei Min almost didn't fall.  table, with an ugly face, and kept swearing on the way back, saying that he must kill so-and-so, so that he can feel ashamed." Zhao Ke paused, "I just now know that he is going to punish you,  But he seems to be planning to expose your private life and let you be bullied online."

    "Heh." Xia Xiqing snorted coldly, "He thinks I'm a piece of paper, and just relying on these irrelevant people's comments can make me lose my head?"

    "I, Xia Xiqing, have a very stiff neck, and I have never lowered my head since I was born."

    Zhao Ke sighed, feeling that it was not easy for him to start a small talk with so many troublesome things, "Wei Min is a scoundrel, shameless, my friend said that he started talking about things in bed during the dinner,  Those bed partners who don't give him any face at all, it's hard to put it bluntly, it is said that"

    Hearing Zhao Ke hesitate, Xia Xiqing asked, "What?"

    Zhao Ke and Zhou Ziheng are the same people, good kids from a family within the system, and their throats are stuck when they say it, "My friend said that he was still playing the video he recorded on his mobile phone at the wine table, and he was a third-tier female star.  "He clicked his tongue, his tone full of contempt, and he was a little worried about Xia Xiqing, "If Ziheng hadn't arrived in time, maybe you too"

    Xia Xiqing bit the sugar ball in his mouth violently, with a crisp voice.

    "I see."

    After hanging up Zhao Ke's phone call, Xia Xiqing sat in front of his workbench, sitting quietly until the pieces of candy in his mouth melted.

    What Zhao Ke said before left a shadow in his heart and echoed repeatedly.  Something flashed through his mind, Xia Xiqing suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

    "Hello?"

    The other party's voice didn't deliberately pretend to be a bad friend like usual, but it was mixed with some concern, "Hey, are you okay?"

    "Come on, you don't know who I am?" He laughed and got straight to the point.

    "Xia Zhixu, help me with something."

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    Two love story kings~

    Note: About Hengheng's Galatea.

    According to Greek mythology: Pygmalion was the king and sculptor of Cyprus. Since childhood, he hated secular women and dreamed of a beautiful woman.  Afterwards, he carried out an ivory carving, originally intending to carve a healthy and handsome male image, but by mistake, he finally carved a wonderful woman, who was the person in his dream.  He fell in love with her hopelessly and named her Galatea.

    Aphrodite, the god of love, was moved by his deep and sincere love, and gave life to Galatea.

    Please rest assured, self-study girls, Xia Xiqing will not give up because of public opinion, after all, he said in high school [Who you like is none of your business.  I just like a dog, and it's about me and that dog!  ¡¿Those who say this hhh (remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com
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