Chapter 1881

From then on, there were more young people in fichtston's studio.

Very often, in the bright studio, you can see a very beautiful young man sitting in front of the drawing board, with his left hand hanging bright and unique colors.

Young people seem to have few other recreational activities, the biggest hobby is painting, continuous painting.

Not many people were associated with him.

It is said that his right hand is useless, and he will shiver even when he writes.

It is said that he was originally a genius in painting, but heaven envies the talent.

It is said that

There are many statements that make him appear to be extremely mysterious in the College of fitcheston.

However, his first year's oil painting exhibition made him a great success in the college. When he first entered the school, he narrowly entered with professional achievements. However, in the first year of the exhibition, he became a black horse relying on his left hand. He won the first prize and was amazing in the whole school.

So, from that day on, Jingrong's pursuers gradually increased.

The studio is no longer as quiet as it used to be. Gradually, began to crowd in a lot of people.

Both boys and girls, Jing Rong is not interested in them.

When he pressed the love letter to the bottom of the drawing board again, Ji'an, who was sitting next to him, said, "classmate Jing, you are so heartless! This letter is from Miss Hua Mei

"Is it?" Jingrong's look is always quiet: "but I have a favorite."

Ji'an was surprised. "Do you have someone you like?"

No matter how beautiful a girl, how handsome a boy, he will never be moved. It's hard to imagine what a person like him would like.

Gian approached. "Who is she? It's Leah? Diana? Or... "

"Neither." Jing Rong interrupts Ji'an's words, and the action of arranging the drawing board stops. A figure floats in his mind, and there is a light feeling flowing in the bottom of his eyes. After a while, he said, "don't you always wonder why I always stay in the studio and work so hard?"

"Well!"

"Because I love him, is a man."

Ji'an was surprised by his confession, and then he spread his hands, "but the logical relationship does not hold. Love is a man, and your efforts have anything to do with it? "

"Homosexual love and marriage in our country are not legal for the time being. We are not like your country, all the people can accept a pair of same-sex love. So, I need to make myself better and stronger, so that I can fight all the disputes fearlessly in the future. "

Ji'an looks at the young man in front of him. For a long time, he sighed: "you must love each other very much. What about him? Does he love you as much as you think, as you love him? "

Jing Rong did not answer this question.

Time flies by. Long two years, actually also imperceptibly passed.

Early in the morning, Wen Yanzhi's car stopped at the airport. He watched time for many times - two years had passed, but the last few hours, to him, were the most deadly ordeal.

Finally, there are more than ten minutes.

Wen Yanzhi got out of the car, smoked a cigarette, let himself sink down, and then walked to the exit. Take two steps, the pace is faster and faster.

God knows how much he wants to see that kid. How much I want to find him to confirm that he has been in high suspense for the past two years.

Wen Yanzhi stood at the exit for ten minutes. Suddenly, a figure burst into his eyes.

Teenagers

No, he's not a teenager anymore. He grew up and matured. With short hair and clean white shirt.

He pushed his luggage out of the exit. He was accompanied by another young man who had been talking and laughing all the time.

The other side is very lively, and Jingrong says very little, but the smile on his face has never stopped. The man hit Jingrong with his shoulder from time to time, very intimate.

Looking at the scene, Wen Yanzhi felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He has not seen such a smile for two years. However, at the moment, he is not stingy to the people around him.

Who is this boy? What topics are they talking about? Can they have such a good time?

Wen Yanzhi had a lot of problems in his mind. It was not until Jing Rong lifted his eyes to see him that his mind came back.

Jing Rong stops and looks at Wen Yanzhi from a distance.

Two years, it's so long

Grow to let his heart yearning crazy growth, grow into vines, wrapped in his heart.

"Hello! Why don't you leave? " Jean asked him.

Follow his line of sight to see a mature tall man is standing there looking at Jingrong. This man, in that group of people, is the most dazzling one.

Ji'an suddenly understood and bumped into Jing Rong's shoulder. "Now I finally know why you can't look up to all the school flowers and grass. There's a better looking one waiting for you at homeJing Rong looks at Wen Yanzhi profoundly, and his mood fluctuates several times. Ji'an said, "it's really nice."

"He's melting you." Ji'an sighed. The other side's eyes are too hot. He stood on the side of the people feel that the eyes are burning away.

"I'm afraid I can't stay with you during your transfer." Jing Rong and Ji'an talk, but the line of sight and Wen Yanzhi always look at each other. It was as if they were cemented together, and no one took the lead in pulling them away.

Ji'an yelled: "I want to accompany you for a long time before I come to your country! Jingrong, you are not interesting enough! You're forgetting your friends

Ji'an yelled and rushed up and hugged Jingrong's neck, "I won't let you go. Otherwise, I'll be bored to death for a few hours. "

Jing Rong can feel Wen Yanzhi's eyes heavy and heavy.

He was embarrassed and pulled Jean's hand. "Don't mess! Let go

"Unless you stay with me."

"I am afraid I will, and he will not."

Jingrong's words just finished, Ji'an's hand has been clasped by a big palm and pulled down from Jingrong's neck. Ji'an suddenly raised his head. The man just did not know when he had come. He grabbed Jingrong's luggage in one hand and Jingrong in the other.

"Hello, Jingrong!" Jean was very reluctant. Yelling in the back.

"Contact again." Jingrong turned back and waved to each other.

He felt that on his wrist, the strength of the man holding him was heavier. Jing Rong raised his lips.

Wen Yanzhi seems to be angry, and has been dragging Jing Rong along very fast. Jingrong's leg was injured. It's just convenient to walk, but it's not fast. So, it's a little hard to follow.

He just followed behind, greedily looking at Wen Yanzhi's back. In the past two years, there seems to be no change in this man.

Until he got to the side of the car, Wen Yanzhi threw his luggage into the car. Before Jing Rong returns to his senses, he has been pressed on the car.

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