Chapter 35: Summer Solstice: Have you ever had a boyfriend?
Since Xia Huanming was too tall, he ended up holding up his phone in front of them, capturing all four of them completely in the frame.
Xia Huanming looks the same in photos as he does in real life, only smiling faintly. Chen Xing next to him makes a scissors sign with his right hand, placing it next to his nose, with a bright and lively smile.
After taking the photos, Chen Xing posted them in the group. Xia Huanming kept them openly and savored them carefully on the way back.
"Did you guys go to check in together? You guys have a really good relationship." Cuicui glanced at Xia Huanming's screen while helping him remove his makeup and sighed from the bottom of her heart.
Xia Huanming, who was just looking at Chen Xing, had to pretend that it was true and replied calmly: "Yes, it is very good."
After removing their makeup and changing into their own clothes, they returned to the dormitory together.
It was another one-hour drive, the flat asphalt road leading all the way to the end, palm trees flying past them, and pop songs playing on the car radio.
Zhao Xingyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned around and asked, "Hey, Xiaozhu, do you think we'll end up switching to your song?"
Chen Xing, who was playing on his phone, heard someone calling him, so he looked up and answered, "Probably not, because my songs are not that popular yet."
"Oh, it will be popular sooner or later." Zhao Xingyu comforted, "I have contributed to your listening."
"I also contributed." Wang Baiyue, who was separated from Chen Xing by one person, also raised his hand.
The three of them finally looked at Xia Huanming who was caught in the middle.
Xia Huanming: “…”
Xia Huanming took out his cell phone, opened the Hongyue Music favorites, and faced the screen to Chen Xing.
Chen Xing looked and saw a favorites folder called "Qing Feng's Songs", which contained all his songs, with a little red heart underneath each song.
Chen Xing knew that Xia Huanming was the first one to listen to his songs. He looked at Xia Huanming just to tease him, but he didn't expect to get such a heartwarming response.
Chen Xing was touched and hugged Xia Huanming happily: "I knew you were the best."
The hug lasted only five seconds and was more like an encouragement.
He let go naturally, but someone's Adam's apple rolled twice without leaving a trace.
Forty minutes later, the vehicle turned the last corner and the city lights suddenly came into everyone's view. The antique gatehouse was lighting up with a vermilion outline, the setting sun fell through the gaps in the office buildings, and the sparrows standing side by side on the telephone poles turned into bronze silhouettes, and their chirping sounds blended into the hustle and bustle of traffic.
The car's taillights flowed in through the window like a tide, casting tiny ripples of light under Chen Xing's eyelids.
Chen Xing was so sleepy that he yawned repeatedly, but he kept looking at the car window.
Although Xia Huanming said that he could sleep with his arms around him, he thought that the journey would take an hour instead of 30 minutes, so he refused righteously.
When the vehicle arrived at the entrance of the villa, Chen Xing rushed in without saying a word, went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, jumped into the air, threw himself onto the bed, hugged the quilt, and closed his eyes drowsily.
A minute later, he heard footsteps at the door, and then his palm was grasped by a warm hand, pulling him up with an upward force.
Chen Xing looked like a soft, rotten mass of flesh and bones, and when he sat up he was neither leaning nor falling.
He squinted his eyes and heard Xia Huanming's gentle voice: "Take off your clothes and shoes first."
"Oh." Chen Xing began to unbutton his clothes, threw his coat away, grasped the corners of his inner garment with both hands, and pulled it upwards.
He didn't notice that he pulled too hard, and the innermost piece of clothing was also pulled up, so his lower abdomen was exposed to Xia Huanming.
Chen Xing's abdomen rose and fell with his breathing, and thin beads of sweat formed along his waistline, as if they were about to flow into his waistband.
It turns out that Chen Xing has a mole under his belly button, Xia Huanming thought.
Every second he looked at the mole, his heart beat faster and his hanging hands clenched into fists.
"Hey! Why, why can't I pull it out——"
Xia Huanming came back to his senses after hearing the sound, and found that Chen Xing's head was stuck because he took off too many clothes.
The person on the bed is now swaying frantically from side to side, trying to break free from the "cage", but the more he tries, the tighter his neck becomes.
Xia Huanming: “……!!”
Xia Huanming quickly held down the rolled-up clothes and helped him take off one piece smoothly.
Chen Xing, who breathed fresh air again, sighed: "Wow, I thought I was going to suffocate to death."
Xia Huanming hugged Chen Xing's clothes and laughed out of anger: "Congratulations, you almost strangled yourself to death by taking off your clothes."
Chen Xing had no way to refute and could only sneer.
Before Chen Xing took off his pants, Xia Huanming put his clothes on a stool, closed the door gently and went out.
Chen Xing changed into pajamas, lay down in bed and fell into a deep sleep. He slept until 10 o'clock in the evening and woke up because he felt thirsty. He looked around and found that Xia Huanming's bed was empty.
In the extremely dim bedroom, only the moonlight slipped in through the gauze, drawing a thin vertical line on the wall.
Chen Xing opened the door following the inverted moonlight, and the light from the corridor made him squint again.
He went downstairs to the living room and found Xia Huanming and Zheng Qi rehearsing another group's script on the sofa.
Zheng Qi greeted him warmly: "Long time no see, little pig."
"Well, long time no see." Chen Xing walked over with a cup of water and stood in front of the two.
Xia Huanming washed off the hair gel, and his hair was fluffy and flowing down naturally. His eyebrows were high, his nose was as steep as a mountain, and his jawline was as sharp as if it was cut by a cold blade. He was wearing all black, leaning against the sofa, and his long legs naturally took up a lot of space.
Chen Xing especially liked looking at Xia Huanming from a high vantage point like this. This way, Xia Huanming's gaze showed a hint of gentleness and dependence. There was no longer a sense of sharp distance. Instead, he was as obedient as a captive leopard cat.
No, I can’t bear it anymore.
Chen Xing directly rubbed Xia Huanming's hair and asked, "Are you reading the script? What about the others?"
Zheng Qi answered him, "Those two went to Zhao Xingyu's room to play games." He then said to Xia Huanming, "Why don't you resist?"
What was there to resist? Xia Huanming wished he could do it twice more. Next time, it would be best if he could just sit on his lap and comb his hair.
Xia Huanming naturally took Chen Xing's other hand and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
The touch of Xia Huanming's hair was so good that Chen Xing kept moving his hands and nodded happily: "Comfortable, very comfortable, I want to sleep more."
"Being able to fall asleep is a blessing." Zheng Qi said with a smile.
These kinds of words that only an old grandfather would say often come out of Zheng Qi's mouth, and Chen Xing has become accustomed to it.
Only when Xia Huanming's hair was completely messed up did Chen Xing stop playing pranks and use his fingers to comb it straight.
As he was combing his hair, Chen Xing discovered that there were a few strands of hair that were gleaming with a crystal-like luster. He exclaimed, "Ouch, there's a white hair?... Oh no, that's reflection." After a closer look, he realized that it was a misunderstanding.
Zheng Qi laughed: "Our Xiao Xia has such thick hair and a healthy complexion. He doesn't look like a young man with gray hair."
"I actually like white hair. I've dyed it before." Chen Xing stared at Xia Huanming's hair for a few seconds, recalling his own dyed hair. "I also like pink and blue hair."
Zheng Qi asked curiously: "Hey, what kind of hair dye is suitable for both of us?"
"Brother Qi, dark brown? As long as it's not a cold color, it's fine. As for Ah Huan, let me take a look..." Chen Xing naturally held Xia Huanming's cheeks with both hands, examining Xia Huanming's appearance from left to right, and even checked the number of eyelashes. Finally, he decided, "It's suitable for highlights."
"..." Xia Huanming didn't expect to have an unexpected gain, and thanked Zheng Qi several times in his heart.
Chen Xing's fingers were long and beautiful, the skin on the back of his hands glowed with the cold light of jade, and his knuckles were covered with pale yellow calluses from years of pressing the strings. Xia Huanming could feel a roughness in one spot, which gave him a sense of reality.
The moment he met Chen Xing's eyes, Xia Huanming began to worry whether his gaze was too explicit.
Fortunately, Chen Xing didn't notice.
Chen Xing just pinched his cheek like he was playing with a kid and said, "Since you guys are busy, I'll go up and you guys continue."
Xia Huanming replied: "Yes."
Zheng Qi waved his hand: "Bye."
After Chen Xing left, Xia Huanming returned his gaze to the script: "Come on, Brother Qi, let's continue."
"Just now I thought you would hide from Chen Xing when he teased you," Zheng Qi picked up the script and said with a smile, "It seems that you have been immune to him for so long that you don't feel anything now."
Xia Huanming smiled slightly: "Because I know he has no ill intentions. If I don't accept it, won't it seem petty?"
Zheng Qi thought it made sense and said "yes" in agreement, and the two continued to discuss the script.
The late night is like a bird flying through the clouds, bringing all the darkness, and then flying over the mountains and rivers, telling people that a new day is about to begin.
Chen Xing slept until seven in the morning. Even the alarm clock didn't ring. He got up naturally, brushed his teeth, and went downstairs to have breakfast.
He didn't see Xia Huanming in the living room, but instead saw Xue Si Nian playing radio gymnastics on her mobile phone at the door.
Chen Xing suddenly became interested and asked Xue Si Nian to wait for him, while he hurriedly ate rice noodles.
Xue Si Nian pressed the pause button and said, "Eat slowly, I haven't even started yet."
Chen Xing put the clean bowl into the sink and ran over to do radio gymnastics with her. Two cameras were facing them at the same time, making Xue Si Nian feel a little embarrassed.
She is now wearing a very ordinary home clothes, her hair is simply combed, and she has not even drawn her eyebrows. She will definitely look like a man without eyebrows in the photo; there are also pimples on her face.
Xue Si Nian scratched his chin awkwardly: "I don't need to take the photo. I don't look good."
"Hush," Chen Xing put his index finger on his lips and frowned, "Don't say that about yourself. What's wrong with you? You are so energetic. How many people can do radio gymnastics on their own initiative like you? How self-disciplined are you? We are showing it to the audience to see how sunny and self-care our screenwriter is. How can you belittle yourself like that?"
Xue Si-niang immediately felt the singer's lung capacity, his strong breath and fast speed, and Chen Xing's expression was so upright that it was easy to be convinced.
Xue Si Nian was persuaded and gritted her teeth: "Okay! Let's shoot!"
The photographer couldn't speak, but he gave a thumbs up.
When Xue Si Nian saw the thumbs-up, she became more confident and started playing the song.
“The Second National Radio Gymnastics for Middle School Students—The Times Are Calling.”
This is followed by a passionate prelude.
"Get ready - one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..."
When Xia Huanming came back from running, he saw two people at the door bending over and pointing their toes, followed by the radio gymnastics music that reminded him of his junior high school days.
Xue Si Nian saw him and greeted him, "Xia Huanming, you're here? Do you want to join us?"
"Yes, do you want to come together?" Chen Xing looked up and asked.
Chen Xing was wearing a white hoodie. When he bent over, the hoodie would automatically fall down to cover his head, and return to its original position when he stood up, causing his hair to temporarily stick up.
He himself didn't notice the problem at all.
Xia Huanming reached out and smoothed Chen Xing's hair, saying, "I don't need it. You two can exercise." Finally, he patted Chen Xing's shoulder and went into the house.
Chen Xing and Xue Si Nian finished their radio gymnastics and high-fived again.
Chen Xing praised excitedly: "We actually remembered everything, we are really amazing!"
Except for a stuck moment in the middle that they had to watch a video for, the rest of the work was done relying entirely on the memory engraved in their DNA, and it was absolutely perfect.
"I didn't like doing radio exercises that much when I was in school, but now it's really effective," Xue Si Nian put her hands on her waist, "My waist hurts a little when I type too much, but it's much better now."
As someone who often composes songs in front of the computer, Chen Xing can understand Xue Si Nian's pain points very well: "So you still have to move more. How about we ask La Peya to come together next time?"
Xue Si Nian thought it made sense, and nodded, saying, "I think it's okay. It doesn't matter if she doesn't like sports, she can always do radio gymnastics."
The two hit it off immediately, picked up their phones and went back to the house, and talked about this with Zheng Peiya who had just gotten up for breakfast. Zheng Peiya didn't want to do it at first, but under the eye attack of the two, she agreed.
Chen Xing was more cautious and turned on the recording function on his phone and asked Zheng Peiya to repeat what she had just agreed to into the phone. Now Zheng Peiya couldn't go back on her word.
After they finished making a fuss, it was time to leave, so everyone went to class together.
This class was held on the first floor. There was a stage in the center that was similar to a premiere stage, but it was smaller. Gu Yirou stood in the center. After everyone arrived, the lights dimmed.
The overhead light poured down like a handful of liquid gold, and her sequined skirt suddenly came alive, with every pleat splashing with diamond-like spots of light.
Everyone in the audience stopped and fell silent to watch Gu Yirou's performance.
No one shouted start, but Gu Yirou had already raised her slender arm, as if she was touching someone who was yet out of reach.
"You keep saying that you love her, but how do you treat her? Do you know how we have been through the past twenty years?! You said a long time ago that you didn't ask anything of us, so would we not let you go? So - why did you lie to me?" Gu Yirou raised her chin, tears running down her pretty cheeks, rising and falling like pearls with her rapid breathing.
Gu Yirou is worthy of being the queen of the screen. Even without a microphone and even though they are so far apart, her voice is still clear and full of the emotions required by the script.
This conversation went through Chen Xing's mind and finally overlapped with the clips he had seen.
Chen Xing pulled Xia Huanming's sleeve and whispered, "This is from Sister Gu's TV series '34 Families' last year."
Xia Huanming was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said softly, "What a good memory."
Chen Xing responded with a smug smile and continued to watch Gu Yirou's performance.
Because Gu Yirou's performance was so fascinating, Chen Xing was so engrossed in it that he didn't notice that his hands were still clutching his sleeves.
Xia Huanming covered the corners of his mouth as he wanted to smile, and lowered his fingers quietly, moving a little closer to Chen Xing.
Xia Huanming's movements were so natural and quick that most people would not notice them at all.
But the person standing in front of him was Qi Yinrui.
Qi Yinrui was originally watching the performance on the stage through the gap between the two people's height difference, but then the taller one slowly, slowly moved over. How come?
"...Hehe." Qi Yinrui's fox eyes revealed a cunning light.
Yesterday he was teasing Xia Huanming on WeChat, asking him if he wanted to switch groups with him, and Xia Huanming replied, "No."
As a result, he is acting like a thief now. I thought I could be so tolerant.
Du He came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qi Yinrui replied: "I am happy because I can watch the performance."
Du He nodded and joked, "Yeah, it's nice to see Sister Gu acting. I don't know if the production crew will pay her more, hahaha."
Qi Yinrui also smiled faintly.
The play on stage is certainly exciting, but the play off stage is also interesting.
It's really worth it to be able to see two plays in one go.
Qi Yinrui's gaze moved down along Xia Huanming's arm. His fingers would tap his thigh from time to time. It was obvious that he wanted to touch the person next to him but finally thought better of it.
Qi Yinrui was really trying to hold back his laughter.
He thought Xia Huanming was the type of cool and unrestrained gentleman, cold by nature, and only cared about relationships but not love. He had been in love at least three times, if not five times.
What is the result now? How can he be more innocent than an elementary school student?
A guess popped up in Qi Yinrui's mind.
Is this person's first time in love?
Fortunately, the lights came on quickly, and when the performance on stage ended, the contestants in the audience applauded collectively.
The hand that was clenching the cuff loosened, and the other hand that was struggling also relaxed.
Qi Yinrui: “…”
OK, it's confirmed. This person is definitely in love for the first time.
After finishing her performance, Gu Yirou picked up the microphone, and her voice echoed in the lower theater: "Today our lesson is 'crying scenes'. Everyone can come up to the stage and sit in groups of three, forming a semicircle."
Everyone went on stage together according to her instructions.
Chen Xing sat cross-legged on the right side of the stage, and Qi Yinrui sat on his right.
Seeing this, Xia Huanming was about to go over and sit on the left side of Chen Xing, but a dark shadow jumped out and sat down next to Chen Xing.
"Hey, this is a good seat," Zhao Xingyu said cheerfully, moving his butt and patting the seat next to him. "Brother Huan, don't just stand there. Sit here. I'll be nice to you. It just happens to be next to our team."
Xia Huanming: “…”
"Puchi." Qi Yinrui turned sideways and laughed so hard that his shoulders began to shake.
Chen Xing noticed Qi Yinrui's movements and asked him, "Brother Rui, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing..." When Qi Yinrui met Xia Huanming's eyes, he almost couldn't help himself. He quickly turned his gaze to Zhao Xingyu and gave him a thumbs up, "Xingyu, you are so nice."
Zhao Xingyu raised his head and chest: "Is that right?"
Xia Huanming walked silently to Zhao Xingyu's side. In the other's expectant gaze, he slowly said: "...Thank you."
Zhao Xingyu said cheerfully: "You're welcome. If you have any questions, just come to me. I'm your senior in class."
Xia Huanming: “…”
Xia Huanming sat down slowly. As soon as his thighs touched the floor, he heard Qi Yinrui's deliberately raised voice: "Xiaozhu, you must have been very popular in college, right? Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
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