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Episode 17: Travel (Part 1)

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    On the first Friday in June, Xia Xiqing suddenly proposed to Zhou Ziheng to take him on a trip abroad.  At that time, Zhou Ziheng was peeling apples for him, and the long red curly peel was broken, which made him feel a little pity.

    "Where are you going?" Zhou Ziheng took a bite of the apple himself, and the crisp and juicy voice moved Xia Xiqing's heart. He took the apple in his hand, took a bite, and said vaguely, "firenze."

    He spoke Italian, and this was the first time Zhou Ziheng heard him speak Italian, and he found it fresh and full of charm.  The familiar syllable made him react immediately, "Florence?"

    Xia Xiqing nodded, "Didn't you always want the two of us to travel together? I just want to go back and see my teacher, and I need to trouble him with something."

    Since learning about this plan, Zhou Ziheng has been in a state of extreme excitement every day. He is a person who must spend a lot of time planning in advance no matter what he does, such as acting or writing a thesis.  Typical rules of conduct.  But Xia Xiqing is just the opposite. He is loose, free and disorderly, and he counts wherever he goes.  Seeing the information collected by Zhou Ziheng, Xia Xiqing felt amused and helpless.

    "Hey, you are going with me to my alma mater, not free travel." Xia Xiqing poked Zhou Ziheng's forehead with his finger, "Why do you make yourself look like a tour guide? Don't I know the way, Young Master Zhou?"

    Zhou Ziheng grabbed his index finger, pulled it to his mouth and kissed it, like a hummingbird kissing a slender stamen, "I know, but I also want to know the city where you went to school, so I won't be too ignorant."

    "It's okay." Xia Xiqing sat cross-legged across from him, deliberately teasing him, "I don't like your connotation anyway."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ziheng threw himself on Xia Xiqing in a daze, put his head on his shoulder, tilted his head and kissed the side of his neck lightly, the kiss was not enough, and he opened his mouth to bite  His skin, biting the faintly throbbing blood vessels under the skin.

    "Are you a dog?" Xia Xiqing said so, but his arms automatically wrapped around Zhou Ziheng's back.

    "Does it hurt?"

    "Okay."

    So he took another bite, Xia Xiqing gasped in pain, pinched his face with both hands and pulled him up, rubbed and rubbed that pretty face, and kissed him again inexplicably.

    He also likes Zhou Ziheng too much.  Xia Xiqing, who was breathing hard after the kiss, thought so.

    On the first day of the working day, the two of them flew to Italy in a low-key manner.  After more than ten hours of flying, it was already early morning when we arrived in Florence.  Due to the special nature of his work, Zhou Ziheng has never traveled alone. Every time he is followed by Ronaldinho and other staff members, and there are many people wherever he goes.  But Xia Xiqing is not. He has always been a loner, especially when he is abroad.

    "Where is our hotel?" Putting the suitcase in the trunk of the taxi, Zhou Ziheng got into the car and stayed next to Xia Xiqing, "Is it close?"

    Xia Xiqing naturally leaned on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder, "I didn't book a hotel."

    "Didn't book a hotel?" Zhou Ziheng didn't believe it, "Then where do we live?"

    "Sleep on the street." Xia Xiqing said with a smile in his voice.  The driver sitting in the driver's seat was an Italian uncle in his fifties. His fat figure was squeezed by the small seat, but his laughter was very hearty. When he saw two young men with Asian faces, his first reaction was  He spoke to them in his broken English with a strong Italian accent, but Xia Xiqing replied directly in Italian, "You can speak Italian."

    The uncle couldn't help being a little surprised, "Your pronunciation is really authentic."

    "I used to be a student of Fomei." Xia Xiqing smiled, raised his head, and told the driver where they were going. Coincidentally, this enthusiastic uncle lived nearby. The two chatted for a long time before he stepped on the road.  Get off the gas and drive in the direction of their home in the middle of the night.

    Zhou Ziheng sat on the side, looking at Xia Xiqing. The way he speaks Italian is completely different from when he speaks Mandarin. There are many lively little expressions on his face. When he pronounces the words, he always purses his lips inadvertently, very quickly and lightly.  Squeezing it tightly, the little tongue hidden inside collided with the gums, making a playful vibrato, and sometimes made some gestures, with smiles on the corners of the eyes and brows.

    "The houses here are very beautiful, and you have great taste." The uncle praised very sincerely when he got off the car.

    "I think so too." Xia Xiqing smiled at him.

    "Do you rent a car?" The uncle put his arm on the car window, worrying about him.

    "No." Xia Xiqing shook his head, "But I will consider renting a car tomorrow." Zhou Ziheng stood beside him and stared blankly.  He thinks Xia??, Xia Xiqing didn't fall asleep either, his eyelashes cast trembling shadows under the light of the bedside lamp.  Zhou Ziheng held him in his arms, giving him enough sense of security.

    "Do you know why I rent this house?" Xia Xiqing still closed his eyes, he was always inexplicably stubborn somewhere.

    "Because it's so small, a tiny house won't be too spacious."

    "Well." Xia Xiqing continued, "I came to Italy almost to escape the past, but I found that after I came here, I became a person again. I was the only Chinese student in the class, and the Italian language at that time was not good enough.  Not so good, many times when people scold me behind my back, I can only rely on my eyes to tell."

    Zhou Ziheng frowned, "What are you calling me?"

    "Freak, looks like a woman, etc" Xia Xiqing sighed, "But I don't really mind that much, compared to what happened when I was a child, it's nothing. And later I became a social person in this circle  Center, it¡¯s ironic to say it.¡±

    "But at that time, my teacher was very worried about me. He felt that I had serious psychological problems. If I kept using paintings to express my distorted heart, it would only push me into a more dangerous situation." Xia Xiqing's mouth twitched  He said, "He once didn't let me draw, and asked me to travel around and study in Europe."

    Zhou Ziheng thought of that painting, "So, this painting was drawn by you at that time."

    "Yeah." Xia Xiqing raised his eyes suddenly, "I was like that at that time, I won't lie to you."

    Of course I don't want you to see my dark side, I certainly want to cover up those scars, those ugly run-down areas, and all the lonely times I've been weak and rotten.  But how can I say that these are not me.

    I have so many moments of hypocrisy, but at least in front of you, I don't want to pretend anymore.

    Because you appeared and gave me the love I never had.  You tell me I am wonderful.

    Then I will just believe it.

    Xia Xiqing's consciousness gradually fell into a soft place, like a cloud, but deeper than a cloud.  He vaguely felt that the people around him had left, but he didn't know whether it was a dream or reality, he felt flustered, and couldn't reach out to hug him tightly.  Consciousness disintegrated like this, passing by little by little.

    When they woke up the next day, the sunlight had already filled the entire small bedroom, on the light blue summer quilt they had covered.  The summer wind flipped the curtains, and knocked open the glass windows with a scent of double roses.  Xia Xi woke up, raised his hand to cover the sun with the back of his hand, and opened his eyes only after his consciousness gradually returned to his soft body.

    Zhou Ziheng was still sleeping, and his sleeping face was beautiful.  When he was at home before, he always got up in a hurry, Xia Xiqing could rarely see his sleeping face, so he lay on his side and looked at it for a while.  Every corner became soft when he fell asleep, like a distant mountain covered in fog.

    Xia Xiqing thought about whether he should buy him some local specialty breakfast, so he sat up, turned his neck, and prepared to get out of bed to wash.  Strangely, he found a box of colored pencils on the table next to the bed, which was scattered all over the table, and there were several balls of waste paper.

    Originally, he didn't pay much attention to it, but when he looked directly at the opposite wall, he couldn't help being stunned.

    The self-portrait of myself is gone, and the center of the wall is covered with paintings. There is a clumsy and even funny painting on it. It shows the face of a boy with a bright smile, and the colors of the colored pencils are soft.  , like a children's painting drawn by a child.

    He walked over full of doubts and looked carefully.  It turned out that there was a line of words written at the bottom, and the beautiful handwriting made the painting style even more childish.

    [Portrait of Xia Xiqing.  ¡ª¡ªby: Zhou Ziheng]

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