Extraordinary relationship

A night of nightmares and a big fire made Han Su's body scorching hot and his head aching like a splitting one. It wasn't until the voice of Qing Shui's voice floated from a distance that he gradually calmed down the fear and anger in his heart. .

His consciousness gradually cleared up, the morning light and the noise outside the window all poured in, Han Su lay prone on the bed, raised one eyelid with difficulty, and saw the face exactly like his, the man came into the room with a tray, put A cup of warm water, a bowl of Kara soup and a small dish of shredded potatoes were placed on the small table beside his bed.

Han Su buried his head in the pillow again and gasped for breath. He changed the painting for the students yesterday, and he drank too much at the wine table in the evening. Fatigue and hangover caused all monsters and ghosts in the dream to appear. He came to the door, otherwise, with his good attitude that everything is going well, it would be really not easy to have nightmares, but this person in front of him is haunting the bed every day.

"Stay up all night drinking and spinning around, I think your body will be disabled sooner or later." Han Dong saw him pretending to be dead, and his knuckles clasped on the table with a short muffled sound: "Get up and eat."

Han Su raised his head, put his chicken coop on his head and said in a daze, "It doesn't matter if your body is disabled, I'm afraid of staying up all night and losing your hair, eh, there is no genetic history of hair loss in our family? Ha—" He opened his mouth and slapped He yawned, propped himself up on the soup bowl, sniffed twice, smacked his lips, "Brother, you forgot your chopsticks."

"Among the young men in 28 and [-], I have never seen anyone who is lazier than you. Just live like this. Don't look for a partner, so you don't have to leave." They are twins, so why are their temperaments so different?Han Dong sighed, turned around and went out to get the chopsticks.

"Curse me, you're definitely not my brother!" Han Su sat up and stretched out his hand to unbutton the shirt that he didn't take off in time last night, "Besides, I don't drink like this every day, won't I have to take the provincial entrance exam soon? many."

The two brothers are both painters. Han Su went to the Provincial Academy of Fine Arts when he was in school, and worked as a part-time teacher in an art examination class outside the school in his sophomore year.The art test market in those years was different from what it is now. As long as the painting is similar, anyone can start the class.Han Su's painting skills are good enough to teach, and he is very involved in the world. After working for a long time, he found out some skills, and then he came out to open a studio with his classmates.

After graduating from university, my classmates were dragged back to my hometown by my parents, and the studio became a real self-employed.From 21 years old to now 29 years old, in eight years, the small studio has developed from a small single room in the alley to a medium-sized studio with two upper and lower floors. Each session is responsible for the professional art examination consultants of [-] students.

The provincial entrance examination for art majors is usually at the end of December, so Han Su is busy at this time every year, busy giving guidance to students, and also busy participating in various related dinners.

Putting down his chopsticks, Han Su looked at his watch, it was exactly 08:30.Although being a boss has a lot of troubles, there are also many benefits. For example, no one is watching him clock in at work on time. This is very suitable for his playful and lazy temperament.Satisfied with food and drink, he let out a long breath, and Yuta went into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Han Su, can't you pick up the bowl after dinner?" He closed the door with his front foot, and Han Dong knocked on the glass door with his back foot, "People outside know that I am your brother, but if they don't know, they think I am your nanny."

"You Han Dong, the great painter, are living in legends, and you still care about outsiders' opinions? You have to stay at home for 360 days in 350 days a year." Hot water dripped down the top of Han Su's head, his brother's voice was slow Being separated from the outside, it sounds sparse and unreal.

"Mind your own business." Han Dong was probably a little speechless, leaning against the door frame and sighed, "Your phone is ringing, can I answer it?"

"Who?" Han Su turned down the shower, and heard the tinkling ringtone of the fruit phone outside.

After a while, Han Dong said, "Your mentor."

Han suddenly turned off the water, pulled a bath towel and came out. The caller was his mentor, saying that he would clean up the dust for an architect who came back from the United States at night.

Normally, Han Su would be very happy to join this kind of event. After all, he can make friends with people who are valued by the tutor, and it will definitely not be too mediocre. go.

"If it weren't for Teacher, I wouldn't go." Han Su pressed his temples and vomited for three days. Now he hears the word "wine" and his brain hurts.

"What's the matter—drink last night? Korean school." Teacher Sun was a little surprised to hear that he didn't want to go. Leader, the entrance exam is coming soon, I want to let you know more about the situation."

"Hey, teacher, please don't call me that." Han Su followed suit with a smile, and there was still a little blush on his neck from yesterday's drinking.In fact, many bosses of medium and large studios now call themselves principals, but Han Su is not. Although he is shy, he is not arrogant. The title of "principal" can be used as a joke among students and friends. In front of this kind of leader, I think I can't afford it.

Since the instructor's words were all about this, it would be embarrassing if he didn't go, so he said, "Where are you at night and what time?"

The teacher sent him the specific time and place via WeChat, and it was set at seven o'clock in the evening.

"What's wrong with the Korean school, do you still drink at night?" Han Dong looked at him with his arms crossed.

"Director Sun." Han Su winked at him apologetically, got up to look for clothes in the closet, and said, "We've reached the point, it's not good if we don't go."

He picked out a camel-colored silk shirt, and put on a retro brown-gray checked suit. His tall and slender figure with exquisite facial features exudes charm in every way.This set of clothes belonged to his brother, the twins are good, they can change clothes.

The appearance of their brothers is actually a bit retro. Not only will they not look old-fashioned in this kind of clothes, but they can wear a different and appropriate temperament.It's just that these two identical faces, even if they are wearing the same clothes, they still feel distinct and easy to distinguish.

Han Su was bright and bright, like a steamy morning. In contrast, Han Dong looked shy and sensitive, like an evening after it had just rained.

At the end, Han Dong snatched the long woolen coat from his hand, and tossed the black down jacket hanging at the door to him: "Don't you know the temperature outside...don't drink at night."

Han Su showed him an exaggerated grin, then turned and went to the studio.

The time in the studio passed quickly. During the day, I had a meeting with some teachers and helped the students change some paintings, and it was dark in a blink of an eye.

Teacher Xiao Wang, who teaches sketching in class B, just came to the evening class. When he passed by the principal's office, he saw Han Ju who was scratching his hair with pomade in front of the mirror. Go out at night, and I won't see you in the sketching class at night, is this a girl?"

"Someday I'm not refined—" Han Su glanced at him. This Xiao Wang teacher is new this year. I don't know that this time is also his busy period in previous years. However, the leader can have no airs, but there is no need to explain everything to the subordinates. So I just curled my lips and joked: "I want to find someone, but it's a pity that falling in love is not so easy, everyone has his mobile phone."

Teacher Xiao Wang smiled, and then sighed: "To be honest, you are at this age and you are not urged by your family. I just graduated from graduate school, and the hometown that was urged dare not go back."

Han suddenly raised his head, showing a terrified expression: "Comrade, what are you talking about? You are already at this age. I am still young, okay?"

"Okay, I was wrong." Teacher Xiao Wang scratched his head. He admitted that he was really not very good at talking, but he had a heart of gossip. He leaned against the door and whispered: "To be honest Han Xiao, I heard them say that you have never had a date, does it mean that you don't like women? I see that there is... on the side of your neck...does that mean what I think?" He gestured to the side of his neck with his hands.

"Look at you... Hey, mine is like a tattoo, it's a permanent skin decoration, it's purely beautiful and has no real meaning." Han Su put on his down jacket, and covered the "G" shape on the side of his neck with his collar. The branding was blocked.In fact, he didn't know how this thing came about. He always had it in his memory, and his brother also had it. Teacher Xiao Wang probably understood it as the abbreviation of "gay".

"Mr. Han is a straight man of steel, as if it were a fake." Han Su patted him on the shoulder earnestly, took him to the door and walked straight away.

The road was very congested at this point, but luckily Han Ganggang was a person who didn't like to be rude, so he set off a little earlier, and when he arrived at the hotel, it was already dark.He threw the down jacket on the car, and walked upstairs wearing only that flirty plaid suit, his eyes lingering on all the reflective objects on the side of the road, and he thought: This guy is so handsome and blind.

Blind Han was scratching his head and posing in the elevator, when the elevator door opened again with a "ding" and two people walked side by side, one was his mentor Sun Boya, accompanied by a tall and handsome man.

"Teacher Han!" Director Sun was half-surprised and half-smart, while taking off the scarf around his neck, "I heard on the radio that you were stuck in traffic, so I thought you would be late."

"It was fine when I left." Han Su replied neither humble nor overbearing, and then nodded to the man beside him with a smile.When the man came in, he was upright and elegant, and he seemed to have a solid family background, but now he was stunned for some reason, and he returned a polite smile after a while.

Seeing this, Director Sun immediately raised his hand to introduce the person: "Let me introduce, this is the architect I told you about Jinshu'an, who is also the director of Qingshu Design Institute. He just came back from the United States after winning an international award, oh yes, The Chengrong Building is his handwriting."

Director Sun turned sideways to introduce Han Ju: "This is my favorite student, who is also engaged in education. Every year, he trains a large number of talents for major art academies. He is the twin brother of Han Dong, the 'Great Hermit of Chinese Painting'."

The corners of Han Su's mouth curled up a bit more than before, and he took a step sideways, but the architect on the opposite side seemed to want to make up for Cai's rudeness, and stretched out his hand first: "Hello, Jinshu'an."

"Long-awaited, Han Su." Han Su shook his hand with a smile.