At five o'clock in the afternoon, Su An's work was over. His muscles were a little sore, and his thin white arms trembled involuntarily. Su An sat on the sofa and carefully massaged his arms and thighs. When he looked up again, he found that He Xiran was standing at the table taking medicine.
The Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed expressionlessly. The white bottle medicine box and the water cup were placed alone on the table.
Su An's eyelids twitched, and she didn't care about the soreness or softness. She quickly walked over and worried: "Teacher, are you alright?"
Yu Guang looked at the medicine bottle, and a group of black words turned into ants, which could not be seen clearly. He Xiran turned back and glanced at Su An lightly, Cheng Suan was fixed on the spot, blinking in anxiety, "Teacher?"
"Don't call me teacher," He Xiran's face fell into shadow, "you are not from this circle."
Su An was shy, he twisted his fingers and said shyly: "Uncle."
He Xiran: "..."
He probably had never seen something so familiar to Su An, and he smoked a cigarette in silence.
Su An didn't see any similarities between him and Chu He, but he would rather kill them by mistake than let them go. He leaned over to He Xiran's side, looked at the table, just wanted to innocently ask what the medicine was, but saw a picture frame.
The photo is a family portrait, his father is a foreigner, and his green eyes and hooked nose are striking. The mother was gentle and weak, with long black curly hair hanging down on her chest. Standing in front are He Xiran and another young lady. This lady is like a replica of her mother, with gentle eyes, as soft as dodder flowers.
A family of four with snow-white skin.
"Uncle," Su An, "is this your family?"
He Xiran was silent.
When Su An acquiesced, he pointed to the young lady in the photo frame curiously, "Is this uncle's sister?"
He Xiran leaned against the table, playing with a lighter in his hand, and finally said, "That's my sister."
The fire went out suddenly, and the tone remained steady, "She got married and died two months ago."
"..." Su An bowed her head, guilty, "I'm sorry."
The conversation should have ended here, but He Xiran looked at Su An and continued, "Her name is He Feiyu."
Su An froze in place.
The lightning flash in his mind flashed the death certificate on Shen Changxiu's desk.
Su An frowned and returned to Shen's house.
Shen Changxiu is a famous local bachelor, rich and handsome. Su An has never heard of Shen Changxiu getting married, but if the He Feiyu mentioned by He Xiran is really the He Feiyu on the death certificate in Shen Changxiu's study, does it mean that the person He Feiyu married is Shen Changxiu .
Yes, his singleness is not necessarily single in the traditional sense. He has an ex-wife, and his ex-wife died, and he is single because of the loss of his wife.
But if they are really husband and wife, Shen Changxiu intends to get engaged to his sister three months after the death of his ex-wife.
There was a mess in his mind, and many points of confusion were gathered together. Su An rubbed his head and climbed to the third floor. After thinking for a while, he decided to tell Cheng Suqing about it.
Does Cheng Suqing know about this
How did He Feiyu die
The marriage between Shen Changxiu and Cheng Suqing three months later had cast an ominous shadow in Su An's eyes. He always felt that Shen Changxiu's purpose was unclear. No, it's not just the marriage between the two of them, everyone here has a black fog on their bodies, burying all kinds of secrets. If you want to know who is under the skin, you have to solve these secrets first.
Su An walked up to the third floor quickly, and was about to knock on Cheng Suqing's door, when she heard a subtle conversation inside.
His eyebrows twitched, and his hand stopped by the door in time.
In addition to Cheng Suqing's voice, there was a somewhat familiar male voice inside the door. Su Jing listened quietly for a while, thought and thought, and suddenly realized that it was the voice of Special Assistant Chu.
Assistant Chu's tone was very complicated, as if he was praying, "Aqing, you can't marry Shen Changxiu."
Cheng Suqing said coldly, "It's none of your business who I marry?"
"He's not as good as he looks," Chu Tesuke said with difficulty. "He..."
His voice became lower and he was lost, "He can't take care of you well."
Su An's expression became solemn.
The voice was muffled, and I couldn't really hear what was said. But a few words or two also contain big messages. Why is Special Assistant Chu in Cheng Suqing's room
He was wrong, Su An originally thought that Shen Changxiu was calculating Cheng Su Qing, but he never expected that his sister would be so powerful, she had already put a green hat on Shen Changxiu one step ahead.
There was silence in the door for a long time, and Cheng Suqing's sobbing sound broke down, "Go away, why do you say such things? What right do you have to say such things to me!"
The concierge separated most of the conversations. Su An was listening intently when someone suddenly said, "Su An?"
Su An's scalp went numb in an instant. He licked his lips dryly, turned around and smiled calmly, "Brother-in-law, are you here to find elder sister too? My elder sister just fell asleep."
He walked over, raised his face and pretended to be obedient: "Brother-in-law gets off work early tonight."
Shen Changxiu raised his hand and touched Su An's temple lightly, "There are few things today. Why are you sweating?"
"It's too hot," Su An's face still had the blush left after running, "is my brother-in-law hot?"
Cheng Su's room fell silent, probably overhearing their conversation.
Shen Changxiu took his hand and walked downstairs, "Brother-in-law will take you down to eat ice porridge."
Su An followed him obediently, "Okay, thank you brother-in-law."
The two gradually moved away from the third floor.
To be honest, a person like Shen Changxiu is easily respected and longed for by an adolescent boy. He is like an excellent leader on the road of growth in life. He is gentle and mature, and tolerant like the sea.
Shen Changxiu turned back and smiled, Su An pursed the corners of his lips and slowed down embarrassedly.
The flushed cheeks are reminiscent of fluffy and sweet cakes.
But such a person obviously still has a big secret hidden under the surface.
Cheng Suqing went downstairs at dinner. She looked as if she had just woken up, with thin black silk shoulder straps hanging on her fair shoulders, she was stunned when she saw Shen Changxiu, her eyes overflowed with surprise, "Changxiu, why did you get off work today? morning?"
He hurriedly stepped forward and pouted, "Darling, why didn't you tell me in advance?"
The two of them rubbed their ears together, like a loving couple. From an angle that no one noticed, Cheng Suqing raised his head from Shen Changxiu's shoulders and glanced at his younger brother with a complicated look.
Cheng Suan was eating with her head buried in it, taking every grain of rice seriously and never wasting a bit. His cheeks were bulging, and his face was still green. At first glance, he was still a child.
Cheng Suqing retracted her eyes and thought bitterly that Su An was just an adult, and she never yelled at him a lot on weekdays, and she knew how to protect her sister when it was critical. Quite stupid, Cheng Suqing usually dislikes such kindness and simplicity, and feels false and disgusting, but this time, she moved her mouth, but she couldn't say anything else.
Cheng Suqing should have felt uneasy, so he kept greeting Shen Changxiu throughout dinner. Until the end of dinner, Su An didn't have time to tell Cheng Suqing about Shen Changxiu's ex-wife.
Su An lay on the bed and felt her stomach, and sighed in worry. At this moment, a message suddenly popped up on the mobile phone, and the bank card was credited with 260,000 yuan.
The transfer was from He Xiran's personal account, and the studio's money was not touched. Su An looked at the six-digit deposit, and sat up suddenly. This is the money He Xiran touched him today.
He picked up the phone cautiously, his eyes lit up.
The original body has a stubborn love for money because of his growth experience, and because of Cheng Suqing's influence, money is the most powerful thing in the original body.
Playing good and foolish, it's all for the money.
Su An kissed the phone and fell asleep contentedly.
The next day I went to school, and many students were still discussing the fact that the great painter came to the school to recruit models last week, and the post went viral. Su An pressed the phone under the notebook to play, and found that there was a lot of information in the post that was not marked on the encyclopedia.
"He Xiran's father is Irish, and his mother is said to have fallen in love with his father at first sight."
"Didn't his mother die long ago?"
"Please, He Xiran is almost forty years old. It's not surprising that his mother died. It's okay for people to fall in love at first sight before they die."
The same table bumped him suddenly, "Su An, look outside."
Su An looked up and saw a group of school leaders walking with He Xiran in the corridor outside the window. The school leader smiled wrinkled and sweat dripped down his face.
"The old men are wearing real clothes today, and they even put on suits in the summer," Huang Shan put her arm on Su An's shoulder, tsk tsk, "It's strange, Su An, look at He Xiran, it's such a hot day He didn't sweat a single drop."
Su An looked at He Xiran. He dressed more old-fashioned than anyone around him, but he looked cold and elegant among a group of peers, and he was cold under the sun.
Looking at him, he felt the chill rise. If it weren't for the big sun still hanging in the sky, or if this was the real world, Su An would have thought that He Xi Ran was a vampire.
Goosebumps secretly rose, "Huang Shan, don't you think something is wrong with He Xi Ran?"
Huang Shan wondered, "What's wrong?"
He Xiran who was outside the window suddenly turned around and glanced at the classroom from the glass window. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Su An seemed to see a flash of deep green light in his eyes.
Su An was startled, she smiled reflexively and rolled her eyes, little white teeth showing a little, she was cute and sweet.
The school leaders are still bragging with He Xiran, "Mr. He, the students in our school are very sensible and will never destroy your paintings, so you can rest assured."
He Xiran retracted his eyes and said "um".
He Xiran borrowed the school's art classroom to recruit models in the school. The school didn't ask for anything else, and even wanted to pay He Xiran to paint an oil painting for the school. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer paintings by He Xiran on the market, and even a single painting has not been completed since the beginning of this year. The paintings from He Xiran's hands are extremely valuable and have more room for appreciation than money.
The school now treats He Xiran as a guest of honor. As long as He Xiran needs it, no matter what it is, the school will try its best to do it.
In the second class in the morning, the head teacher hurriedly said, "Cheng Suan, come out."
The school asked Su An to accompany He Xiran to walk around the school and find a sketching place that He Xiran likes.
Su An was holding a bunch of things, her face flushed from the sun, and she was brought to He Xi Ran's side. He Xiran was sitting under the shade of a tree beside the central lake, the shadows scattered on his pale skin, and the knuckles of his fingers with smoke in the three-piece suit were distinct.
The teenager who came in a hurry opened the parasol and tried to hold it above He Xiran's head, "Teacher, where do you want to go?"
He Xi fired up the ashtray, and the teacher who brought Su An over hesitated, "Mr. He, you can't smoke in front of students."
The tall painter extinguished the cigarette and moved his gaze down to Su An.
All the way to this place in the sun, Su An's nose was dripping with fine beads of sweat. His brows are thick and beautiful, his brow bones are clear and tough, his bones are good, and his skin is sweaty and looks better than others.
He Xi lit up and threw half of the cigarette into the trash can. The teacher smiled in relief and left soon.
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Su An asked again, and said with a good temper, "Where do you want to go, teacher?"
"Don't call him uncle anymore?" He Xiran said suddenly.
Cheng Suan's face flushed, and her ears shrank in embarrassment. "Uncle," the fingers holding the umbrella handle curled up, "There are two garden squares next to the central lake. There are rockeries piled up. Would you like to go and have a look?"
He Xiran removed the parasol, "Lead the way."
On the way to the garden, He Xiran took out another cigarette and lit it like no one else was around.
Su An lowered her head, smelled the nice smell of smoke, and smiled coldly in her heart.
He Xiran's face is a cold and restrained abstinence good man. Now, looking at him, the label that was previously given to him is not enough. This person is obviously very selfish. He knows that Su An is a student and needs to go to class. He has been told that he can't smoke, but he doesn't care about it, and he still does what he needs to do.
Completely happy with yourself, indifferently not caring what others do.
The two passed the music classroom on the way, and the melodious piano music was faintly heard. Su An's footsteps stopped, attracted by the music, and unconsciously stood by the door and listened to it for a while.
He Xiran walked away only to realize that he hadn't followed. He let out a puff of cigarette and looked back at Su An for a few seconds. He raised his foot to return to the door of the music classroom, raised his hand and knocked on the door, disturbing the sound of the piano inside the door.
Someone in the classroom asked: "Who?"
Su An also recovered and looked at He Xiran doubtfully.
He Xiran looked down at Su An lightly, he didn't feel any guilt for destroying the music, "Follow me."
Su An nodded blankly, "Okay."
He honestly followed behind He Xiran, and did not return to the classroom until the last class in the morning.
Huang Shan brought him a glass of water and gossip: "Su An, why did the teacher call you out for so long?"
"Go and run errands for others," Su An was so tired that her voice was soft and weak, "Huang Shan, do you know why He Xiran came to our school to recruit mannequins?"
Huang Shan touched his chin, "It's a coincidence, I just got some news a few days ago."
Su An raised her eyelids: "What?"
Huang Shan lowered her voice, "My friends in the circle told me that He Xiran just came back from abroad a week ago. He is a big figure in the art circle," he gave a thumbs up vaguely, "I don't know how many eyes staring at him. He is concerned, but He Xiran has not painted any works for more than a year or two years, and some people say that He Xiran can't paint now, he can't paint anymore."
Su An was stunned, Huang Shan was more interested, and his voice was even lower, "I have a friend who is a fan of He Xiran's paintings. According to him, He Xiran can't paint without smoke from the past to now, but it is estimated that now You can't paint without smoke."
Su An scratched his nose. He Xiran did smoke a lot when he was painting. He even wondered if the canvas was soaked with the smell of smoke from his body.
Is the white bottle of medicine that He Xiran eats also related to the inability to draw
Huang Shan is curious: "Su An, what did you ask him for?"
Su An smiled politely, and scolded softly and softly: "I wonder if he has a disease in his brain." Damn it, following He Xiran all morning, he can't even look at his phone, he has to have eyes He was comfortable staring at He Xiran all the time.
Huang Shan let out a snort, holding back his laughter.
Su An scolded He Xiran in her heart for an afternoon, and only felt refreshed after finishing today's duty. After cleaning the blackboard and arranging the podium, he accidentally cut his palm by the iron nail at the corner of the podium table when he turned around. The stinging pain hit him. .
It hurt a little, Su An frowned, and was about to find a tissue, when footsteps approached outside the door, he looked up, and the man who had been scolded by him all afternoon was leaning against the door and looking at his palm.
"Uncle," Su An's heart moved, and he laughed awkwardly. He dared to guarantee that he smiled like a little angel, "Can you help me get the tissue?"
He Xiran stared at him for a while, blood dripped to the ground, and the corners of Su An's mouth stiffened. Then he lowered his eyes and stepped forward, holding Su An's hand.
Su An showed her strength, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small injury..."
He Xiran suddenly lowered his head and licked the wound on his palm.
The blood was swept away by the tip of the tongue, and the black curly hair was icy-cold. He Xiran was concentrating on cleaning up the blood. He closed his eyes, and Su An could only see his long and thick eyelashes.
Startled, he pulled his hand subconsciously, but He Xiran still held his palm still.
"He Xiran...!" called him loudly.
This man has long fingers, but he is very strong.
Su An's sense of absurdity became stronger and stronger, and the sky outside turned red, like a vision of a monster about to probe.
The wound was numb and crisp. He Xiran, who was buried in his palm, finally raised his head. The small wound had been sucked by greed until it turned white. He Xiran's lips were stained with Su An's blood, dyeing them a healthy color.
A pair of eyes fused with his father's genes had a thick green precipitation, He Xiran said: "Shh."
Shh your sister! Su An's eyes widened in horror, like a frightened deer. He was about to call out when He Xiran calmly warned, "Do you want to be sucked out of blood by me?"
Su An closed her mouth pitifully and choked, "I shut up."
Mom has a ghost.
He Xiran licked the last bloodshot from his lips, straightened up and straightened his clothes. Su An was so frightened that she shivered, and her mind was full of vampires with blue faces and fangs.
Isn't He Xiran really a vampire? Pale skin, sick brain, and licked his blood.
His fear made He Xiran laugh, the tall man leaned down again, the shadow blocked the sunset and covered Su An.
"I lied to you." The smell of smoke turned from light to thick. He Xiran's eyes were fixed on the light blue blood vessels on Su An's neck. His breath made the fluff tremble. He said lightly, "How can there be vampires in this world."
The eyes are shielded from the light, the greenness is invisible, and it is as deep as pitch black.