From then on, there was a young man in Fitcherston's studio.
Often, in a bright studio, one can see a handsome young man sitting in front of a drawing board, sketching bright and unique colors with his left hand.
The boy seems to have few other entertainment activities. His biggest hobby is drawing, and he draws all the time.
There weren't many people who interacted with him.
It is said that his right hand is disabled and he would tremble even when writing.
It is said that he was originally a painting genius, but God was jealous of his talent.
It is said that…
These many stories made him seem extremely mysterious in the college in Fitcheson.
However, his first year of oil painting exhibition made him a sensation in the academy - you have to know that when he first entered the school, his professional grades were at the bottom and he barely got in. However, in the first year of the exhibition, he relied on his left hand to become a dark horse, won the first place, and amazed the whole school.
So, from that day on, Jing Rong had more and more suitors.
The studio was no longer as quiet as before. Gradually, many people began to crowd in.
Whether it's a boy or a girl, Jingrong is not interested in them.
When he pressed the love letter under the drawing board again, Ji An, a classmate sitting next to him, said, "Student Jing, you are so heartless! This letter is from Miss Mei, the school beauty, to you."
"Really?" Jing Rong's expression remained calm: "But I already have someone I like."
Jian was very surprised, "You also have someone you like?"
No matter how pretty the girl or how handsome the boy is, he always looks unmoved. It is hard to imagine what kind of person a person like him would like.
Jian leaned over, "Who is she? Is she Leah? Diana? Or..."
"Neither." Jing Rong interrupted Ji An, and paused in tidying up the drawing board. A figure appeared in his mind, and a faint emotion flowed in his eyes. After a while, he said, "Aren't you always wondering why I always stay in the studio and work so hard?"
"Um!"
"Because the one I love is a man."
His confession surprised Jian for a moment, and then he spread his hands, "But this logical relationship doesn't hold. Love is for men, does it have anything to do with your hard work?"
"In our country, same-sex love and marriage are not legal for the time being. We are not like your country where all citizens can accept a same-sex couple in love. Therefore, I need to make myself better and stronger so that I can fearlessly face all the controversies in the future."
Jian was completely impressed by the young man in front of him. After a long while, he sighed: "You must love him very much. So, what about him? Does he think the same as you do and love you as much as you love him?"
Jing Rong did not answer this question.
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Time flies by. Two long years have passed by unnoticed.
Wen Yanzhi's car stopped at the airport early in the morning. He checked the time countless times - two years had passed, but the last few hours were the most tormenting for him.
Finally, there are still ten minutes left.
Wen Yanzhi got out of the car, smoked a cigarette, calmed himself down, and then walked towards the exit. After two steps, his pace became faster and faster.
God knows how much he wanted to meet that boy. How much he wanted to find him to confirm the thoughts that had been hanging in his mind for the past two years.
Wen Yanzhi stood at the exit for ten minutes, when suddenly a figure caught his eye.
juvenile…
No, he is no longer a teenager. He has grown up and matured. He has neat short hair and still wears a clean white shirt.
He walked out of the exit, pushing his luggage. He was accompanied by another young man, and the two of them were chatting and laughing all the way.
The other person was very lively. Jingrong said very little, but the smile on his face never stopped. The man bumped Jingrong with his shoulder from time to time, very intimately.
Wen Yanzhi looked at that scene and his heart suddenly ached.
I haven't seen him smile like this for two years. But at this moment, he generously gave it to the people around him.
Who is this boy? What are they talking about that makes them so happy
Many questions popped up in Wen Yanzhi's mind, until Jing Rong raised his eyes and saw him, his mind was drawn back to reality.
Jing Rong stopped and looked at Wen Yanzhi from a distance.
Two years, it turns out to be such a long time...
It grew until the longing in his heart grew wildly, turning into a vine that wrapped around his heart.
"Hey! Why don't you leave?" Jian asked him.
Following his line of sight, he saw a mature and tall man standing there looking at Jing Rong. This man was the most dazzling one among the group of people.
Ji An understood instantly and bumped Jing Rong's shoulder, "Now I finally understand why you don't like all the school beauties and school hunks. It turns out that there is someone prettier than them waiting for you at home!"
Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi with a far-reaching gaze, his emotions fluctuating several times. After hearing what Ji An said, he smiled and said, "He is indeed very handsome."
"He's almost melting you." Ji An sighed. The other person's eyes were too hot. He, who was standing next to him, felt that he was about to be melted by that look.
"I'm afraid I can't accompany you during your transfer." Jing Rong talked to Ji An, but his eyes were always fixed on Wen Yanzhi. As if they were glued together, neither of them took the initiative to pull away.
Ji An screamed, "I came to your country for a layover because I wanted to accompany you a little longer! Jing Rong, you are so mean! You are forgetting your friends for the sake of beauty!"
Ji An yelled, rushed over and hugged Jing Rong's neck, "I won't let you go. Otherwise, I will be bored to death in the next few hours."
Jing Rong could feel Wen Yanzhi's eyes getting darker and darker.
He was embarrassed and pulled Jian's hand, "Don't mess around! Let go!"
"Unless you stay with me."
"I'm afraid even if I do, he won't."
Just as Jingrong finished speaking, Ji'an's hand was grabbed by a big hand and pulled down from Jingrong's neck. Ji'an looked up suddenly, and the man just now came over without knowing when, grabbed Jingrong's luggage with one hand, and dragged Jingrong away with the other hand.
"Hey, Jingrong!" Ji An was reluctant to leave and shouted wildly behind him.
"Contact us again." Jing Rong turned around and waved at the other party.
He felt the man's grip on his wrist become stronger. Jing Rong raised his lips.
Wen Yanzhi seemed to be angry, and kept dragging Jingrong along at a fast pace. Jingrong's legs were injured, and he had just become more comfortable walking, but he couldn't walk very fast. So, it was a little difficult for him to keep up.
He just followed behind and looked at Wen Yanzhi's back with longing. In the past two years, this man seemed to have not changed much.
When they got to the car, Wen Yanzhi threw the luggage into the car. Before Jingrong could come to his senses, he had already pressed him against the car.