MTL - I Only Like Your Character Settings-~ Extra Episode 18: Travel (Part 2)

112 Episode 18: Travel (Part 2)

When Zhou Ziheng woke up, his first reaction was to stretch out his arms. The bed was empty, and Xia Xiqing was no longer in the room. Being jet-lagged was uncomfortable, but for a star of his stature it was a daily occurrence. Zhou Ziheng sat up, the sun was so bright that he couldn't help squinting his eyes. The painting on the opposite side is still hanging, so looking at it this way, the painting is really not very good.

When I was a child, I should have enrolled in a painting class when I enrolled in a hobby class. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

He remembered the self-portrait he took down last night, so he got off the bed, lifted the mattress on his side, and found that the painting was still there, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Ziheng turned around and saw his suitcase leaning against the wall.

He wants to take this painting back and hide it secretly. With this in mind, Zhou Ziheng put away the canvas and put it at the bottom of his box.

When he came out of the shower, he saw a cup of coffee and a bread roll wrapped in light brown kraft paper on the small coffee table in the living room. Zhou Ziheng took a sip of his coffee and was about to open the door with a bread roll. He just opened the blue iron door when he heard Xia Xiqing's voice. It turned out that he was downstairs, chatting with the landlady he was talking about.

Zhou Ziheng walked to the railing, took a bite of the bread roll, and quietly looked at Xia Xiqing downstairs. He always enjoys looking at Xia Xiqing like this, especially when he looks so handsome.

The old grandma was just like what he described, wearing a dark green dress with yellow prints, her hair was gray, and she had a kind smile. When Xia Xiqing was talking to her, his long legs would spread a lot, with his hands resting on his thighs, he tilted his head and looked at grandma with those beautiful eyes. In addition, he was wearing a light blue striped short-sleeved shirt and a dark blue shirt. Knee-length shorts, looking like a cute high school kid.

After a while, a little girl in a pink dress suddenly ran out, like a fluttering little skylark, and immediately hugged Xia Xiqing's leg. Xia Xiqing squatted down with a happy smile, hugged the little girl, and used his own face to touch her little cheek.

Xia Xiqing is really good-looking, no matter how many times he looks at it, he still thinks so. Thinking of this, Zhou Ziheng had the idea that he should not embarrass him. He thought that his hair was a little curled up in his sleep just now, so he put the bread roll in his mouth and bit it. Light green t-shirt, lower your head and pat the bread crumbs off it.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little girl in Xia Xiqing's arms suddenly raised her head, pointed to the sky and shouted a language that Zhou Ziheng could not understand, and now the three of them raised their heads together. The old lady's surprised little expression was very funny, she stretched her hand to her mouth, uttered a cute particle, and then lowered her head to talk to Xia Xiqing, the tone sounded like a question.

Mistake, misstep. Zhou Ziheng hurriedly picked up the bread stuffed in his mouth, smiled awkwardly at the people below, and pressed his curled hair with worry.

Xia Xiqing pursed her lips and smiled, and the little girl imitated her grandmother and asked again. He pinched the little girl's face and answered in English.

"myboy."

His voice was too gentle, very soft, but it was still brought to Zhou Ziheng's ears by the warm wind in June.

For some reason, he even felt that myboy was more exciting than myboyfriend.

Xia Xiqing raised his head and yelled at the dazed Zhou Ziheng, "Come down."

"Oh." Zhou Ziheng walked down the stairs and ate all the bread by the way. He heard the little girl pester Xia Xiqing and asked in her not very proficient English, "Then...then am I your girl?"

Xia Xiqing pursed her lips after hearing this, "Well... well, you will be my little girl until you find your boy." The little guy who heard this was very happy, and ran to the little potted plant in front of his house to pick it up. The next red miniature rose, ran over to give it to Xia Xiqing, Xia Xiqing didn't want it, but she just wanted to give it, and even padded the flower into Xia Xiqing's ear.

"Noyouaremyboy." The little girl said sternly, teasing the landlady on the side.

Zhou Ziheng came over and squatted beside Xia Xiqing, and spoke to her in English, "Although this guy took your flowers, he is still mine, not yours, remember?"

Xia Xiqing bumped Zhou Ziheng with his shoulder, and said in Chinese, "Why are you still serious with children?"

Zhou Ziheng ignored it, and said directly to the little girl, "getit?"

The little girl pouted, thought for a while, then ran to pick a little daisy, and pinned the flower to Zhou Ziheng's ear with her feet.

"and you are my boy!"

Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng glanced at each other, and then they couldn't help laughing. The landlady's grandmother was also very happy, and said to her little granddaughter, "You can't just say such things to a beautiful boy when you see him."

The two chatted with the landlady's grandmother at the door for a while, Xia Xiqing glanced at his watch, and saw that the appointment time with the professor was approaching, so he left the landlady's family for a while, and took Zhou Ziheng to the Academy of Fine Arts. Zhou Ziheng took off the little daisy next to his ear, pinched it in his hand and twirled the thin flower stem, and took Xia Xiqing's hand with the other hand, pulling him towards him.

Xia Xiqing glanced at him, smiled half-smile, and held Zhou Ziheng's hand back. The joy in his heart was unstoppable, like a soda that had been shaken violently, the bottle cap was popped open, and the sweet bubbles gushed out frantically, there was no way to remedy it. Xia Xiqing felt that he was infected by Zhou Ziheng now, like a teenage boy, when he saw him smiling at him, he felt warm all over his body, and wanted to hug him and kiss him.

He even thought that if he could live in that small rental house with Zhou Ziheng for the rest of his life, he would be very happy.

On the road, I met a little boy selling handmade cookies. Zhou Ziheng bought a large box and stuffed them into Xia Xiqing's mouth one by one.

This small house is not far from the Academy of Fine Arts, and it arrived after a short walk. As soon as Xia Xiqing entered through the door, Xia Xiqing received a call from his instructor. The tutor's office is on the second floor, and downstairs is a small garden. Zhou Ziheng sat alone on a bench and waited for Xia Xiqing.

Xia Xiqing's departure from school to return to China was actually the suggestion of his tutor. This time, he came back this time to take away some of the works deposited with the professor, and on the other hand, he wanted to say goodbye to him formally.

Professor Bianchi got up as soon as he saw him, walked around the desk and gave him a hug, "Long time no see, Qing." The towels are all different colours.

"Long time no see. How are you doing?"

Professor Bianchi smiled and shrugged, "Of course. But I might be better off if you're around to help me."

Italian men, young and old, are very good at talking. Xia Xiqing has long been used to it. He smiled and said, "God bless, don't cause trouble for me, a troublemaker."

The two chatted for a while, and Xia Xiqing proposed to him that he wanted to take back some of his works from that year. The professor readily agreed. Holding a pen in his hand, he poked on a blank paper, but his eyes were fixed on Xia Xiqing's face. Xia Xiqing knew that he was I wanted to say something, and sure enough, within a minute, the professor asked, "Although I always knew you were very popular, I still couldn't help asking, are you in love?"

Xia Xiqing rubbed the tip of his nose with his hand, his expression was hesitant at first, but he quickly put both hands on the table, shrugged his shoulders, "That's right."

"My God." The professor couldn't believe it. "You never admitted it before." He smiled and shook his head. "You've been here for five years, and I've never seen you like this...not once."

Xia Xiqing stared down at an official document on his desk. The handwriting on it was very beautiful. He raised his eyebrows, "Yeah, I didn't expect such a day to come."

"That person must be an angel." The professor laughed loudly. "Otherwise, how could it possibly charm you."

You really hit the spot. The tips of Xia Xiqing's ears began to burn.

"I have to say that your state is very different from before. You were too melancholy before, and your heart was full of negative emotions, and you still laughed deliberately. I have been very worried about you." The professor sighed long Say, "But it's fine now, I can see that you are very happy, the smile on your face is sincere, I am really happy for you."

Xia Xiqing was a little moved. Back then, he just locked his gloomy side in his heart. Although he looked gregarious and popular on the outside, his paintings could not deceive anyone.

"I'm... very happy now." Xia Xiqing had a faint smile on his face, like a breeze blowing away ripples, "He changed me."

saved me.

"No, you deserve it." The professor's eyes were firm, which surprised Xia Xiqing.

"You were not saved by someone, it was your tenacity that made you wait for him."

Xia Xiqing had a sore nose. He couldn't bear his increasingly volatile emotions and fragile and sensitive heart, but he had to admit that such words were touching.

He suddenly wanted to introduce it to the professor, even though he felt that such an approach was a little naive, as if he was showing off something. But he hoped that the professor could take a look and see what a wonderful person Zhou Ziheng is.

After some tangling, Xia Xiqing got up, "He's right below, do you want to see him?"

"Of course."

The two walked to the window of the office together. Looking down at the lush little garden, Xia Xiqing couldn't help being stunned. Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting on the bench, spread his hands, and three or five white pigeons flew to his hands, pecking and biting his palms, and two more A stupid little pigeon flew to his shoulder, its tiny claws clutching his mint-coloured top.

Zhou Ziheng's face was filled with a patient and gentle smile. After the little pigeon had eaten, he took another piece out of the box, crushed it and put it in the palm of his hand. His hair, which is not too dark, was soft and shiny.

"He is really an angel." The professor had an expression of [I knew it], but soon, a gratified smile appeared on his face, "Qing, I am very happy to see you now."

Xia Xiqing turned his head with clear eyes, "Thank you."

When I went downstairs, most of the pigeons had already left, and only one small one was left on the bench, pacing back and forth, as if very busy. Zhou Ziheng stared at the little pigeon, it was funny no matter how you looked at it. He turned his head when he heard footsteps, and got up immediately when he saw Xia Xiqing, "What's wrong?"

Xia Xiqing nodded, walked to his side, saw Zhou Ziheng picking up the empty cookie box, and teased him, "Where are the cookies?"

"Ah? Eat it." Zhou Ziheng hugged his shoulders, "I thought you didn't like to eat."

"I don't like to eat it, so you can give it to the pigeons."

Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised when he revealed what happened just now, "Did you see it?"

Xia Xiqing pointed to the top, and Zhou Ziheng looked up in the direction of his finger. There was a middle-aged man at the window on the second floor, smiling at the two of them.

Feeling like seeing a parent, Zhou Ziheng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, raised his head and smiled at his mentor.

"I said earlier that I wanted to meet people, so I should have done some styling."

Xia Xiqing glanced at him, "You really have an idol burden." But soon he added, "How handsome do you want to be?"

This sentence is useful. Zhou Ziheng directly pressed his head with the hand around his shoulder, and kissed Xia Xiqing's side face.

Xia Xiqing wiped his face pretending to be disgusted, and pushed Zhou Ziheng away, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. Xia Xiqing didn't pay much attention to a young and tall Italian boy walking towards him, but the next second the other party called out his name.

"Hey, tsing!"

Pausing in his footsteps, Xia Xiqing followed the prestige, and before he had time to speak, a young man with brown hair walked up quickly, hugged him warmly, said he hadn't seen him for a long time, and his face was full of surprises.

"It's been a long time..." Without saying a word, his hand was grabbed by a force, and he turned to look at his side. Zhou Ziheng's expression suddenly changed. He was not as sweet and obedient as before. Face, afraid that the other party will not see.

It was really a wolf change without warning.

"This is..." The young man looked at Zhou Ziheng, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, but he was still smiling.

"Lucas, he is my boyfriend." Xia Xiqing said decisively, and then turned to introduce Zhou Ziheng in Chinese, "This is my classmate during my master's degree, Lucas."

Zhou Ziheng greeted Lucas in English, even though Xia Xiqing said so, he was still worried and looked at him with full of defense.

"He looks so handsome." Lucas completely ignored Zhou Ziheng's childish desire for exclusiveness, and focused on his face with both Eastern and Western aesthetics and his extraordinary good figure, "The proportions are also very good, very suitable for drawing human bodies .Is it half blood, or is it like you?"

Although the relationship with Lucas was not bad before, Xia Xiqing still couldn't stand Lucas looking Zhou Ziheng up and down with such blatant eyes, especially since he was also studying art, he knew very well that each other had the ability to see through the human body. I feel uncomfortable, as if someone touched something very precious.

He never thought that he would have such a strong desire for monopoly.

So Xia Xiqing immediately changed the subject, "You came back from outside?"

"Yeah, I just went to church and took the two new guys to sketch."

Speaking of this. Xia Xiqing looked down at his watch, "I have something to do, so I have to go first." He took Zhou Ziheng's hand and prepared to leave.

"Dining together at night? A nice little bar has recently opened."

"I have an appointment, next time." Xia Xiqing reached out and waved twice to Lucas behind him.

"Hey! Can I leave a number for your little boyfriend?"

"Don't even think about it." Xia Xiqing grabbed Zhou Ziheng's hand tightly without looking back. Zhou Ziheng couldn't understand what the two were talking about, but he always felt it was weird, so he asked tentatively, "Is he scolding me?"

Xia Xiqing burst out laughing, "Yes, he said you are ugly."

"How ugly am I!" Zhou Ziheng usually doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, especially the evaluation of his appearance, but today he cares especially, thinking about pressing the dumb hair on his head with his hand again, "I think I Looks better than most of the people here."

Why are you so cute. Xia Xiqing kept laughing, reached out and touched his chin, "It's not most people, it's everyone."

Said he added briskly, "Our Hengheng is the most handsome."

When Xia Xiqing took him out, he kept looking at his watch, as if he was in a hurry. The sun gradually moved up and reached the middle of the sky, illuminating the whole of Florence. The dark gray ground, the winding alleys, and the red brick roofs of the city stood not far away. The building is majestic and solemn. Shuttle here, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt a sense of reckless romance like a Roman holiday.

Looking at Xia Xiqing's back, he suddenly felt that Xia Xiqing should live in this kind of place. He had this feeling once when he was in Wuhan, whether it was in the noisy night market full of fireworks or in the crowded On the artistic Emerald Street, Xia Xiqing's presence is always so appropriate and natural.

"I'm here to show you the David of the Academy of Fine Arts. It's an authentic work." Xia Xiqing dragged his wrist, and slowed down his pace. He was almost there, and there was already the brick-red dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in front of him.

"Then why didn't you look at it?" Zhou Ziheng followed him. This nearly 100-meter-high Gothic church has almost attracted all of his attention. The fishbone-style marble decoration on the outer layer has a gorgeous sense of stacking , milky white marble, dark green glaze, ubiquitous classical sculptures. It's so exquisite, it doesn't look like a church at all, it looks like some kind of precious artwork.

@无限好文，All in Jamie

"The original is shocking, but I want you to see this more. No, listen to this."

Xia Xiqing's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he stopped in front of a very tall building. He looked down at his watch.

"Where is this?" Zhou Ziheng also looked up at this tall building. He had done his travel homework before, trying to match what he saw on the Internet with reality, "Is it... Giotto's Bell Tower?"

Hearing what Zhou Ziheng said, Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing, "You are very good, Xiao Zhou."

"That is."

Zhou Ziheng still wanted to speak, but suddenly, a long bell rang, and the roar of metal collisions was dragged and elongated, piercing clouds and cracking rocks, hitting his heart directly, he felt that his body was no longer independent, and was frozen by the solemn and shocking ancient bell , the whole body seemed to be penetrated by electric current, and even the soul trembled with the vibrating sound waves.

Just when he was dazed, Xia Xiqing kissed him. A soft and soft kiss, like a cloud peeled off by the bell, floated leisurely on his lips. @无限好文，All in Jamie

Xia Xiqing looked into his eyes, the sun was shining generously on his fair face, like a white angel carefully carved on a church.

"Actually, when we first met, I was fascinated by your voice." His eyes were full of tenderness, like the cool mountain stream after the spring snow melted, "I wanted to tell you many times, listen to you I always think of the bells of the Hundred Flowers Cathedral."

The reason why he didn't tell him was because it was too mysterious, and it was indeed a sincere association and exclamation. Unlike other teasing words, this is unconscious. If you tell him, it seems like holding your heart to him.

So dangerous, so real.

When Xia Xiqing said this, Zhou Ziheng inadvertently thought of the analogy he had made to himself back then——Rodin's kiss. Whether it's deliberately flirting or revealing his true feelings, Xia Xiqing can always use these incomparably precious works of art to describe himself, which makes him feel capable.

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and stroked the back of Xia Xiqing's neck with his palm. The deep magnetic voice resonated harmoniously with the bells echoing in the ancient city, "Where does it look like?"

@无限好文，All in Jamie

When the last bell on the hour left a long tail, Xia Xiqing told him in the most gentle voice.

"All... make my heart move."