Xia Zhizhu just needs to be himself.

Xia Zhizhu suddenly stretched out his hand to hug Ling Wangxing, after a whole day today, except for the nervousness when they first met, they didn't know what to do, and then they were completely relaxed, and they were not very nervous when eating.

"Not so."

Ling Wangxing temporarily stopped the hair dryer, and the sound of the hair dryer made him almost miss Xia Zhizhu's words: "What? ”

It's all because of Ling Wangxing.

Xia Zhizhu thought.

Always encourage him and tell him that he is particularly likable, and this time is no exception.

But that's not the case.

He looked up at Ling Wangxing, and when he looked at it from this angle, he seemed to be particularly well-behaved: "It's because you like me enough that everyone around you will like me very much." ”

Chapter 96

Ling Wangxing's friends and relatives, they are actually not familiar with Xia Zhizhu.

All the hearts that wanted to understand Xia Zhizhu were based on Ling Wangxing's attitude.

Whether it's meeting Ling Wangxing's friends or meeting his family.

Afraid that he would not be adaptable, Sang Qingying asked most of the questions about his own familiar work, and it was the first movie he starred in, which invisibly revealed that they had already seen it.

He didn't know them because Ling Wangxing liked him enough.

They want to get to know him and respect him.

Xia Zhizhu tilted his head, his hair was damp on his forehead, holding Ling Wangxing and not letting go, Today, after a whole day, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and even the tension disappeared unconsciously.

He didn't seem to have come to see Ling Wangxing's parents, but just came to Ling Wangxing's house as a guest.

All this is why there is no need to think at all.

The person who loves you will clear everything for you, and he will see your nervousness, excitement, and anxiety.

Xia Zhizhu couldn't find words to describe his feelings, so he wanted to tell him directly.

Ling Wangxing's fingers were still picking at Xia Zhizhu's hair, the half-dried hair was moist and soft, like Xia Zhizhu, he lowered his eyes: "How do I think you are likable." ”

Xia Zhizhu tilted his head and said, "That's because you have so-so thick filters." ”

Without waiting for Ling Wangxing to speak, Xia Zhizhu softened his voice again: "Fortunately, you have a filter for me...... I just want you to always have a filter on me. ”

He doesn't care if others like him or not, he only greedily hopes that Ling Wangxing can like him forever.

Ling Wangxing lowered his eyes and looked at him, his eyes dark.

He didn't want to do anything at home, this was his home, but he hadn't been back for too long, and he wanted to do it in a familiar place where they lived.

He didn't have this kind of idea when he moved in, but Xia Zhizhu was too well-behaved.

The temperature in the house rises, and the breath is plundered.

Xia Zhizhu's whole person seemed to be trapped in the soft flow of water, and his hair was dry and wet and sticking to his forehead, hot and humid, and he could only follow the flow of water.

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The next day, Ling Wangxing got up early to cook, and the kitchen had a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the morning sun shone in through the window.

The frequency of his cooking gradually increased, and his movements became more and more skillful, the sun shone in through the window, the broken hair on his forehead was scattered, his posture was loose and skillful, and he looked like a painting.

But it caused a lot of shock to the chefs who came to cook outside.

Afraid that Xia Zhizhu would not be adaptable, there were very few servants left at home, and they would only come over when they were cooking.

But early in the morning, he saw that his position was occupied, and the other party was still the eldest young master in the family, and he almost didn't doubt his eyes.

Sang Qingying and Ling Yuanhuai went downstairs and saw several chefs standing in the living room looking at each other, the two glanced at each other, and when they walked to the kitchen door, they saw Ling Wangxing reading the recipe while stewing pork rib soup inside.

Sang Qingying wanted to say something, turned her head and asked the chef next to her, "Xia Xia is not here, right?" ”

Chef shook his head.

Sang Qingying approached the kitchen at this time, looked at Ling Wangxing and sighed: "No matter how many times I look at it, when this picture appears in front of me, it is still so impactful." ”

I knew that Ling Wangxing's ability to cook was just one more course when he cultivated his hobbies.

But his ability to cook is not the same as his willingness to cook.

Sang Qingying looked upstairs again: "Xia Xia hasn't woken up yet?" ”

Ling Wangxing let out an "um" and turned his head to look at his parents: "Mom, you go upstairs and pretend to get up later." ”

Sang Qingying's mind was full of question marks, and Ling Wangxing said: "Everyone is up, he will definitely be embarrassed to get up last, you cooperate." ”

Sang Qingying glared at him angrily, guessing that it was a good thing that Ling Wangxing had done, Xia Zhizhu was very well-behaved at first glance, why couldn't he get up in the morning.

He turned his head and said to Ling Yuanhuai: "Let's go upstairs, and we'll come down when Xia Xia gets up." ”

Ling Wangxing thanked his parents.

Xia Zhizhu opened his eyes and saw the sun shining in from the window, and he was still a little confused, and he didn't react to where this was.

Lying on the bed for a while, I suddenly sat up from the bed, took my phone and saw that it was already past ten o'clock.

The moment he saw the time, Xia Zhizhu had the urge to hit the wall, was he the first person to visit his boyfriend's parents and sleep so late before getting up?

Xia Zhizhu hurriedly got up and washed, and was fully mentally prepared in the room, Ling Wangxing should have already found a reason for him.

But going down so late, looking at Ling Wangxing's parents face to face, Xia Zhizhu still wanted to travel back in time and space to last night.

He went downstairs a little apprehensively, and found that the living room was quiet, and the chef standing in the living room, Ling Wangxing had already asked them to go back, and Ling Wangxing was the only one in the kitchen.

Xia Zhizhu poked his head and looked left and right, but didn't see anyone else, and asked curiously, "Did uncle and aunt go out?" ”

Ling Wangxing heard the voice and turned his head to wave to him, Xia Zhizhu walked over and heard him say, "My parents haven't gotten up yet." ”

Xia Zhizhu subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought I was getting up late, but fortunately I didn't." ”

The first time he spent the night at his boyfriend's house, he would be embarrassed to wake up so late.

After a while, Sang Qingying and Ling Yuanhuai went downstairs, Sang Qingying was not as energetic as usual, she was still a little sleepy when she got up early in the morning, she saw Xia Zhizhu and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning Xia Xia." ”

Xia Zhizhu also greeted Sang Qingying and Ling Yuanhuai, Ling Yuanhuai was not as enthusiastic as Sang Qingying, and bowed his head slightly and said, "Good morning." ”

He looks like a cold and serious type of person, with a strong momentum on his body, but he is much gentler in the face of his family, and he has no arrogance to talk to Xia Zhizhu.

There was no one else in the house, just a few of them, and it was almost noon after breakfast.

Ling Wangxing and Xia Zhizhu were about to go back, and Sang Qingying said, "Aren't you on vacation?" Two more days, right? ”

It is true that they are on vacation, but in order to ensure exposure, Qin Ling still gave Xia Zhizhu some activities, and he will go to participate in the activities in the next few days.

Xia Zhizhu was not easy to refuse, so Ling Wangxing said beside him: "Mom, Xia Xia still has to work tomorrow." ”

Sang Qingying glanced at him, turned her head and talked to Xia Zhizhu: "Then you have time to come back to play, I'll take you to meet my friends." ”

Xia Zhizhu glanced at Ling Wangxing when he heard this, their family seems to be like this?

To accept a person, you must first take the other person into your most private circle of friends.

Sensing his gaze, Ling Wangxing whispered, "My mother shows off you in front of her little sister every day. ”

Xia Zhizhu turned his head: "Huh?" ”

Ling Wangxing didn't speak, and Xia Zhizhu was a little overwhelmed in the face of Sang Qingying's enthusiasm.

Ling Wangxing's family is very good, if it weren't for a job, he wouldn't mind staying for a few more days, and said apologetically: "Auntie, I'll come over to play next time." ”

Sang Qingying had no choice but to nod, turned her head and commanded Ling Yuanhuai and Ling Wangxing, father and son, to take the big bags and small bags of things she prepared into the car: "Isn't it common to stay up late as an artist, it's all about body tonicing, beauty, and some things you might like to eat, let Ling Wangxing make them for you." ”

Xia Zhizhu didn't expect that those things were prepared for him, and he refused again and again, but he couldn't stand Sang Qingying's enthusiasm, so he accepted it.

When leaving, Sang Qingying also told Ling Wangxing to drive slowly, and kept standing at the door to see them off, the car was about to drive out of the range of Ling's house, and Xia Zhizhu could still see them through the mirror.

When he came, he was very nervous, even with Ling Wangxing's assurance, he was very nervous, and when he left, he felt a sense of reluctance.

The real time together is not long, but in such a short time, you can feel a heavy sincerity.

Xia Zhizhu was a little melancholy on the way back, a little reluctant, since he became an adult, he was like a real independent, so the feeling of being cared for by his elders was far away from him.

He wasn't too upset, like a wound that had healed but didn't lose its scar, it didn't hurt or itch, but as long as he touched it, he would be aware of its existence.

Ling Wangxing sensed his mood, and after he went back, he didn't have time to put things down, so he hugged Xia Zhizhu and comforted: "We'll go back next time we're free." ”

"My parents like you very much, and they will be happy if you go back more."

They will chase "Travel Diary" at home, and they have always thought that the two have been in love for more than a year.

Xia Zhizhu's melancholy mood was diluted, and he nodded: "Okay." ”

Xia Zhizhu has a job, and Ling Wangxing is also about to prepare to join the group, and half a month is so fast that it seems to pass in the blink of an eye.

Xia Zhizhu has not received a suitable script for the time being, his last play was Liu Wen's male lead, the starting point is too high, and the industry is waiting.

In Director Yan's movies, Xia Zhizhu appears in too few scenes, and he is not the protagonist, and he has limited places to play, so there are very few good scripts that can be handed to him at this time.

Ling Wangxing joined the crew of director Wen Qing, and unlike Liu Wen, a big director who is forced to be high, Wen Qing is a cutting-edge director who only emerged two years ago, and the momentum is very strong.

The identity of a woman makes her empathetic very strong, and movies often poke people's hearts, have delicate feelings, and understand the market very well.

Ling Wangxing plays a dream maker in the movie this time, he will ask for the most important emotions in other people's lives, and in return he will fulfill a wish of these people.

is similar to a unit drama, but uses the technique of a movie to connect the protagonists of each small unit together, and the dream maker played by Ling Wangxing is a person without feelings, and the emotions he gets from others can stay in his body for a short time, and then use these emotions to create a dream for himself.

Xia Zhizhu read the script and was very curious about what it would look like in the end, because it is said that Wen Qing thought about the script for a long time, and there were several versions of the script alone.

A few days after Ling Wangxing joined the group, Xia Zhizhu finished his current work and was about to visit the class when Qin Ling suddenly found him and said, "Director Wen asked us if we want to participate in her new movie." ”

Xia Zhizhu was stunned: "Wen Dao, Wen Qing?" ”

The crew that Ling Wangxing just joined?

Qin Ling nodded, Xia Zhizhu's current situation was not up or down, he was worried that he didn't know what to do, so he received Wen Qing's invitation: "Wen Qing is very good at filming feelings, I read the original script and found that this is simply tailor-made for Ling Wangxing." ”

Xia Zhizhu also knew that the original plot was that after the dreamer deprived others of their emotions, it was difficult to perceive a little emotion, and finally went to the road of self-destruction in countless lonely years.

With a lifespan far beyond that of humans, god-like power, he has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, but he can't perceive a little human emotion.