When an actor meets a male god

Article 712, I will keep that painting for a lifetime.

Lu Ran was wrong, it was not an illusion.

In fact, if he stood in front with his back to me, my gaze would definitely be fixed on him for a long time.

——Yan Changan

The Irish grandfather wearing an apron with a paintbrush saw Lu Ran from a distance.

His memory has always been very good, what's more, Lu Ran is the first oriental guy he met who asked to try to draw a portrait of himself, and the drawing was so ugly and handsome.

"Hey, is this your lover?" The grandfather ran over enthusiastically and patted Lu Ran on the shoulder, his eyes fell on Yan Chang'an who was standing beside him.

Shaking his head, the old man with a white beard showed a little surprise and appreciation in his eyes. After sighing a few times, he said undisguisedly: "Today is really lucky to meet two such outstanding oriental guys, especially him, who looks like Really handsome, temperament, yes, it is temperament!"

The old man waved the paintbrush in his hand a few times, pointed to the drawing board standing on the other side of the square, and looked eager to try, "Hey, two handsome oriental guys, how about I draw a picture for you for free?"

"..." Seeing this old man, Lu Ran's expression suddenly became a little weird, especially after hearing him pointing at Yan Changan and asking if he was his lover, Lu Ran regretted why he had to marry Yan Changan. Come to this square.

He clearly remembered that after the portrait was painted that night, the old man misunderstood that the person he painted was his lover, but he didn't seem to explain?

Turning his head to pull Yan Changan, he was about to leave. He raised his head just to meet Yan Changan looking at him with a meaningful expression on his face.

Turning away abruptly, restraining his thumping heart, taking a deep breath, he stopped looking at Yan Changan.

Lu Ran is a man.

He's a big old man through and through.

In other words, in the past 26 years, he has always been an out-and-out straight man who likes beautiful women with thin waists and round buttocks. When he fell in love with Yan Chang'an, he would not be as humble as those women who have no principles and compromise in love because of this liking.

Like is like, he can like unilaterally.

Yan Chang'an has someone he likes, so he shouldn't provoke him again.Even if he has expectations in his heart and will be moved, Lu Ran is determined not to allow himself to sink into such erratic illusions.

A man's feelings should be open and frank, standing in the sun can stand the test and be worthy of himself.

Therefore, even if he felt lost in his heart, he was unwilling to play with Yan Chang'an in such ridiculous ambiguities.

He rubbed his chest, feeling so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Lu Ran turned his head to look at the old man who was looking at them with a warm smile on his face, and tried to explain in his broken English.

"He's not my lover, no, he's just a friend, a friend."

With some difficulty in understanding Lu Ran's words, the old man frowned, his gaze scanned the two of them a few times, watched Yan Chang'an pick up the paintbrush and made a few gestures, then shook his head.

"Hey, don't be shy, the portrait you drew at my place last night... Although it doesn't look like it, isn't it him?"

Assuming that Lu Ran was embarrassed, the grandfather raised his hand and patted Yan Changan's shoulder in relief, "Handsome Orientals, let me draw a portrait for you, it's free, I haven't seen you in a long time Such a well-matched couple, don't worry, in Ireland, same-sex marriage is supported and approved, you are a good match, and you will live happily ever after."

Lu Ran didn't want to talk to this stubborn old man who didn't listen to explanations at all. Yan Chang'an stood beside him. Hearing such words, Lu Ran didn't feel happy in the slightest, but felt more and more oppressed in his chest.

Shaking his head vigorously and waving his hands, Lu Ran was about to turn around and leave this suffocating place, but was grabbed by Yan Chang'an.

"Draw one."

The man stared at Lu Ran with a smile, his eyes were shining like the most beautiful stars and the widest sea, and he couldn't help but be taken away by these eyes and suck his soul away.

Lu Ran's breathing was stagnant.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

With a wry smile, Lu Ran took a deep breath, buried all the messy emotions in his heart, once again put on his usual carefree and heartless look, raised his head and shrugged his shoulders at Yan Changan, a little indifferent nodded.

"Okay, then I'll draw a picture with you, but after I'm done... I want to go back to sleep." Lu Ran raised his hand and rubbed his temples, looking very tired, "I didn't sleep well last night , I don’t want to go shopping anymore.”

Yan Chang'an nodded, and took Lu Ran's hand again naturally, but this time, as soon as his fingertip touched it, Lu Ran bounced it away as if he had been electrocuted.

He frowned slightly.

I looked at Lu Ran with some doubts, but saw that the man was still so heartless, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at him, "Why are you holding me, we are not really good friends , besides...if the person you like finds out...wouldn't you want to be a bachelor for the rest of your life?"

Lu Ran's eyes flickered, and he quickly returned to normal. He shrugged his shoulders, stopped looking at Yan Chang'an's expression, and walked straight behind the old Irishman. The old and the young walked side by side, Lu Ran danced and danced. The old man was talking to the old man in his broken English, talking and laughing.

So, naturally, he didn't see Yan Chang'an who was standing there without moving, looking at his back, how helpless, gentle, and soft his expression was at this moment.

At Lu Ran's strong request, Ireland's grandfather drew a simple sketch for the two of them.

Sitting on the stool in front of the drawing board, I don't know what kind of mentality it is. Lu Ran sat a little in front of Yan Changan, and just missed his sight. If he raised his head and focused on the drawing board, he would completely Can't see Yan Chang'an.

Yan Chang'an was well aware of Lu Ran's petty thinking, but he didn't point it out.

As for the old Irish grandfather who was painting, seeing the strange atmosphere between the two of them, although he felt something, he couldn’t say it. He just thought it was a young couple who had quarreled and was having a fight. He smiled clearly, picked up the pen and started to draw directly. stand up.

Two people are required to sit still while painting.

Sitting there, Lu Ran looked at the white clouds floating in the Irish sky from the corner of his eye, feeling a little dazed.

He thought of the gray and inconspicuous self in college, the feeling of standing far away looking up at Yan Chang'an at that time, and the past six years, no background or background, just relying on wanting to prove to him Yan Changan saw the backbone, the difficult but firm step-by-step process to the present, thought of it countless times, he gritted his teeth with hatred for the news about Yan Changan, but looked at it several times without saying a word, thought of it Thinking of every gaffe in front of him after meeting again, thinking of the sound of his heart beating every time Yan Changan teased him.

Lu Ran could feel that Yan Changan must be looking at him at this moment.

The man's gaze was so hot that it made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable all over.There was a voice in his heart crazily clamoring for him to turn around and take a look at him, but there was another voice controlling Lu Ran's reason and keeping him absolutely awake.

I can't sink like this any longer.

How can it be?

Yan Changan.

He has someone he likes, even if he likes a man, how could that man... be himself?

I have to admit that when facing Yan Chang'an, Lu Ran really felt a little inferior.

But this kind of inferiority complex, isn't it a kind of cautious love?

The chest was swollen, sore, and I was a little out of breath.

The time was spent in Lu Ran's endless thoughts. When the grandfather who painted took down the finished work and walked to them with a bright smile, Lu Ran still couldn't react.

"For you." While handing the painting to Lu Ran, the old man winked at him, "I'm much better at drawing than you. Your lover is really handsome, and you are a perfect match."

As he said that, the old man leaned close to Lu Ran's ear mysteriously, and lowered his voice, "I said, handsome oriental boy, I can tell that your lover, he loves you very much too."

"May the Lord bless you, my dear child." The grandfather patted Lu Ran on the shoulder and gave him a warm hug.

very... love me?

Lu Ran was taken aback for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses, waved his hand, and smiled a little grinningly, and simply stopped explaining, leaving him with a misunderstanding that would never be solved.

After taking the painting and saying goodbye to the old man, the two walked back.

Seeing that Lu Ran hadn't opened the portrait for a long time, Yan Chang'an raised his eyebrows, "What did he tell you just now?"

"Oh, he said that he thinks you love me too, hahaha, do you think these foreign old men are very enthusiastic? In their eyes, they believe in love, hahaha, you Isn't it very funny?"

While talking incoherently, trying to change the subject, he frantically opened the portrait, trying to divert his attention, but the moment he opened it, Lu Ran stood there in a daze.

It has to be said that the drawing level of this Irish grandfather is indeed many times higher than that of Lu Ran.

Moreover, because Lu Ran deliberately sat forward slightly to avoid Yan Changan, this painting skillfully formed a subtle harmony that people would not want to break.

Lu Ran raised his head slightly, looking at the clouds in the sky, as if he was thinking about something.

Yan Changan, who was half a step behind him, sat quietly at the back. The man's outline was elegant and sharp, but when he looked at the man in front of him, his eyes were gentle and focused. Just a few strokes, but it made people involuntarily create an illusion. It seems that in Yan Chang'an's eyes, as long as there is Lu Ran, he will never see anyone else except him.

The hand holding the portrait paused slightly, and Lu Ran's gaze fell on Yan Chang'an's face involuntarily.

The feeling of indigestion in the chest became more and more obvious.

What a great painting.

Even seeing him, he almost thought that Yan Chang'an was really his lover, as the old man said, sincerely and deeply in love with him.

Aware of his ecstasy, Lu Ran took a deep breath and quickly adjusted, patted the portrait in his hand, raised his lips as if he didn't care, and curled his lips at Yan Chang'an, "Look at this painting, in case you are caught If someone sees it, maybe they really think you like me, so let's throw it away, lest other people misunderstand."

Said that Lu Ran was about to throw the painting into the trash can, but Yan Changan grabbed it just as he raised his hand.

"Why throw it away?"

The man took the portrait in Lu Ran's hand with the other hand, and after looking at it carefully, he smiled slightly, raised his head and looked at Lu Ran, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to look into his heart.

"Why throw it away?"

"Lu Ran, you are abnormal today." Yan Chang'an stood there and looked at Lu Ran. The man seemed a little helpless, but he could also see the obvious tolerance and accommodation.

But in an instant, a burst of anger rushed into Lu Ran's mind.

Am I abnormal?

Lu Ran was choked up by Yan Chang'an's words, and an unknown fire was burning in his heart. Is it me who is abnormal or you?

You told me those ambiguous things last night, and told me early in the morning that you have someone you like, and you kissed me without my consent, labor and capital were messed up by you early in the morning like a roller coaster ride It's been a f*cking turn from the beginning to the end, the old Lu family is going to be the last one, you now say that I am abnormal today?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the more wronged I get.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Ran stopped and threw Yan Chang'an's hand away, pointed at the portrait in his hand, and shouted angrily, "Why is labor and capital abnormal? Don't you have someone you like? I'm afraid that he will misunderstand and help you completely eliminate these unstable factors, what's wrong?"

"I'm abnormal? Are you going to tell me what the hell is abnormal about me?"

After yelling, he didn't relieve his anger at all. On the contrary, he became more and more depressed. Lu Ran simply didn't look at Yan Changan, and wanted to push him away, "Get out, get out, I don't want to see you, a faggot!" , Get out!"

Standing still.

Yan Chang'an looked at Lu Ran who was cursing and yelling at him in front of him, and he didn't seem to be irritated at all. On the contrary, the man keenly caught the complex injury, anger, grievance, and love that flashed in Lu Ran's eyes for a moment. Tangled.

Shaking his head helplessly, taking a step forward, Yan Changan looked into Lu Ran's eyes and hugged him into his arms.

Completely silenced by this sudden hug, Lu Ran was stunned for a moment before realizing that he should struggle.

Yan Chang'an completely ignored Lu Ran's struggle, and slowly pressed a kiss on his forehead.

The sun was behind the two of them, illuminating two overlapping, tall, handsome, warm and beautiful silhouettes.

Lu Ran couldn't care about these things at this moment, he only heard Yan Chang'an's voice from above his head.

The man's voice was helpless and gentle, low and gentle.

He said, the person I like is you.

Stupid.

"Lu Ran."

"kindness?"

"I love you."