He put his green eyes on Su An, and Su An tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth, "Why is he looking at me."
"How do I know," the tablemate was also depressed, "Why don't you go out and ask?"
There was already some commotion in the class, Su An turned his head back and stared at the textbook seriously, "Forget it, class is about to begin."
Until the bell rang, Su An didn't look up at He Xiran again. When he looked up again, He Xiran had already left.
Ten minutes later, Su An, who was still in class, received a text message.
He Xiran asked him to go to the rooftop, Su An frowned and touched the tablemate, "My stomach hurts, go out."
He bent down and ran out the back door.
Running all the way to the balcony, the iron door was closed by the wind, making a loud "bang".
"What do you want me to do?" Su An panted.
He Xiran was smoking a cigarette in the leeward wind. The strong wind blew the smoke away and waved to him, "Come here."
Su An's footsteps were light, and he stopped vigilantly two meters away from He Xiran, "Uncle He, do you have something to tell me?"
Euphemistically: "I still have class."
"Ask for leave," He Xiran said, "follow me in the afternoon."
"Where?"
"Painting Exhibition."
This was the first art exhibition held by He Xiran after returning to China. Su An didn't want to go there. He was still a student.
"I want to go to class," Su An looked at He Xiran sadly with her moist eyes, "I haven't been in class for several days. The previous class was very difficult." The way the situation looked, "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up."
However, the ruthless dog man sneered coldly and ruthlessly.
Su An's eyes widened instantly, looking at him in disbelief.
what do you mean.
The original owner's eyes were clean and slightly round, like a pair of cat eyes. His eyes drooped, and he looked obedient. Such a pair of eyes has an inherent advantage in making pitiful eyes, and it is hard to imagine that someone would laugh at it.
He Xiran stopped laughing, her voice faintly soft, "Go back and find a tutor for you."
Su An came up energetically, "I don't want it."
"Well," He Xiran didn't force it, "Go and ask for leave."
Su An: "..."
He Xiran sighed, "Shen Changxiu will come to the gallery."
Su An frowned. What is the relationship between Shen Changxiu and He Xiran? It stands to reason that Shen Changxiu killed He Feiyu, and He Xiran and Shen Changxiu would only be incompatible and hostile to each other.
But after such a long time, although He Xiran was looking for evidence of Shen Changxiu's crime, it was not strong and urgent. Shen Changxiu is also like this. He has been suppressed by He Xiran several times. Is it just because He Xiran knew that he killed He Feiyu, so he felt guilty and avoided
Although Su An and He Xiran went to bed and did what the closest people would do, they were still far away from each other. Physical intimacy did not mean the distance in their hearts. They were both secretly bound together. Each has its own secret place that cannot be told to others.
"I see," Su An exhaled and nodded earnestly, "I will ask for leave."
But he didn't care about He Xiran's secret.
After all, Chu He was his purpose.
After the showdown with Shen Changxiu, who cares who He Xiran is.
The exhibition is next to a small amusement park in the city center, and the staff of He Xiran's studio is responsible for the contact.
In addition to the works of He Xiran, there are also works of other painters in the exhibition. The exhibition hall is designed with a sense of design, and all kinds of wonderful light and shadow patterns penetrate through the glass ceiling.
Su An was wearing a new suit given by her uncle, and was walking around in various areas holding hands by her uncle.
He was uncomfortable with the sight around him and wanted to pull out his hand. He Xi didn't let it go, and after several times, he patted Su An's butt impatiently, "Don't move."
Su An was completely motionless.
He Xiran took Su An deeper and deeper, and he walked towards He Xiran's assistant at the corner. Before the assistant could speak, he was startled by the hands of the two people. He looked at Su An in astonishment, and saw the child with red eyes, as if he wanted to cry or not.
The assistant felt embarrassed for a moment.
"Little classmates are here too," rubbing his hands awkwardly, "Boss, your paintings are all on the front."
Don't think too much about this picture.
He once personally told his classmates that the boss was cold-hearted, well, now he has been completely slapped in the face. Looking at the little classmate like this, maybe I'm reluctant in my heart.
He Xiran followed the assistant's eyes and looked back at Su An, then paused, "Go get a glass of juice."
The assistant hurried to get the juice. Su An sullen her head, forcing her eyes to get redder and redder without blinking.
He Xiran took him to the corner, where there were not too many people in twos or threes.
The chin was lifted, and Cheng Suan's face was exposed. The tip of his nose was reddish, and the flesh of his lips was bitten by himself, leaving tooth marks.
"Why are you crying?" He Xiran's eyes patrolled his facial features, "Didn't you scold me on the bed yesterday?"
"...This is different," Su An choked and faintly choked, "how can you hit me in public..." The word butt was swallowed hard in his mouth.
He Xiran's big hand moved from his chin to the end of his eyes. It was only red here, but it was still thunder and no rain, and not a single tear was shed. He sighed inwardly, "Don't cry."
Su An's nasal voice was heavy, "I don't like this."
"Got it."
Su An grievedly wiped his eyes with his sleeves, "I want to compensate."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to make a bet with me."
He Xiran raised her eyebrows, pinched Su An's cheeks, and said calmly, "Tell me."
Su An Yuguang looked at the left and right picture frames, and said vaguely: "These are paintings. If I can find a painting you drew with my eyes closed, you must agree to a request."
"You can make a request directly." The smell of smoke on He Xiran's body came with his voice.
Do not! It's no fun to mention it directly!
Su An pursed her lips and whispered, "If you lose, I will grant you a request."
He Xiran's eyes sank in a blink of an eye. He gave Su An an inscrutable look, and let go, "Go ahead."
Su An was blindfolded, and he was led by He Xiran through the paintings.
When vision is deprived, the sense of smell becomes extraordinarily sensitive. Su An's nose wrinkled, smelling the painting carefully.
Too close contact has made him write down the smell on He Xiran's body. The paintings belonging to He Xiran have more or less the thick smoky smell of the painting.
When Su An smelled a painting, she was refreshed, "It's this one."
He took off his blindfold and saw that it was the latest painting by He Xiran.
Because it is new, the smoke smell is the heaviest.
He Xiran's fingertips moved slightly, "What do you want?"
"I think," all kinds of thoughts and puzzles flashed back and forth in his mind, Su An paused and showed a shy smile, "I didn't expect that, uncle, I'll tell you later."
They stayed in the exhibition for less than half an hour before they met Shen Changxiu, who was replaced by an assistant. He saw Su An and He Xiran first, and strode towards them.
"An An," Shen Changxiu said gently, with slightly messy hair on the temples, "How have you been recently?"
Before Su An could answer, he reached out his hand worriedly, "Why are your eyes red, are you crying?"
Su An reflexively stepped back and retreated into He Xiran's arms.
He Xiran hugged his waist naturally, and said in a low voice, "Shen Changxiu, it's just right to meet you."
He rubbed Su An's waist lightly, not moving much, but he could see the extraordinary intimacy at a glance.
In just a few days, Su An's body has become sensitive to him several times. Now when he touches Su An, Su An feels itchy and weak.
He almost softened his legs, He Xiran seemed to know it, and supported him with his arms.
"He misses his sister," He Xiran said. "You send her here for a few days."
He said it directly.
Su An didn't know where he was wrong, so he just planned to keep silent so as not to make him angry. After He Xiran took him into the house, he poured a glass of ice water and said, "What's wrong."
"..." Su An was really confused, "I'm not wrong."
As expected, He Xiran handed Su An a glass of water.
Midsummer was sultry and irritable, Su An's cheeks were tanned a few times, but they were white again. He took the water and drank it silently.
Su An has changed a lot now. His brows and eyes seemed to have been watered, and he was beautiful and fragrant. The youth was slender and slender, without losing his handsomeness and youthfulness. In addition to the lingering spring, he was much more silent and sad than before.
"Treading the Stars"
People can see that he has a lot of juvenile worries, and such a change not only makes people feel distressed, but also makes people's evil thoughts rise, so that he wants to be full of sorrows and full of sweet things, don't Think of others, think only of yourself.
He Xiran's eyes made Cheng Suan feel very frightened, and the speed of his eyes trembling became much faster. After He Xiran waited for him to drink the water, he asked patiently, "Are you hungry?"
Su An was trembling and felt that his state was not right, "I'm not hungry."
"Then let's take a shower," He Xiran circled his sleeves, and circled the left and right sides flatly up three times, "You just happened to touch other dirty things."
"?" Su An was confused.
He wanted to say that he didn't touch anything dirty, but He Xiran walked straight to the bathroom, and Su An hurriedly said, "I can do it myself."
When he sees this bathroom now, he is both in love and scared, and he can't help showing a look of horror. One can imagine how ecstatic the first experience here was.
He Xiran has already started pouring water into the bathtub, "Come here."
Su An was stripped naked by him and placed in the bathtub. He Xiran bent over to take things. Compared with Su An, his shirt and vest were still neat, as if he could get away for a meeting at any time.
"He Xiran," the child in the bathtub hugged him shiveringly, "what are you doing?"
"You're dirty," He Xiran finally picked out a fragrant shower gel, took out Su An's arm from the water, and the creamy orange lotion was squeezed out in a long straight line, "It needs a good wash."
Su An: "???"
So where am I dirty