Tender trapping

Ran Xu was woken up by a rustling sound, he opened his eyes, just in time to see Zhuo Wenlang with his back turned to him.

That person was dressed very cleanly today, from the coat to the leather shoes, all black. It was snowing outside, which made the clothes soaked a little, and the edges of the leather shoes were also stained with mud, which was a little different from his usual neat and tidy appearance.

Zhuo Wenlang was holding a lily in his hand, facing the locked display case, wondering what he was thinking.

At 01:30 in the morning, snow was falling quietly outside, and it was also very quiet inside 1980, Ran Xu could even hear Zhuo Wenlang's shallow breathing.

He was not sure whether he should break the atmosphere, but when Ran Xu was hesitating, Zhuo Wenlang had already turned around: "Are you awake?"

It was only then that Ran Xu realized that the man didn't wear glasses today, without the cover of the lenses, the deep contours of his facial features became sharper, especially those eyes, which were obviously sentimental peach blossom eyes, which were not obvious on Zhuo Wenlang's face. Femininity, the upturned eye ends add a bit of extravagance to the upper class.

Ran Xu stared at his face and couldn't move his eyes: "Mr. Zhuo, I see that you haven't replied to the message, so..."

"So you're worried about me?" Zhuo Wenlang accepted his words and finally smiled.

The man put the lilies in the vase, walked up to Ran Xu and sat down.

Ran Xu originally wanted to get up from the sofa, but Zhuo Wenlang pressed his shoulders, so he had to lie back in a daze.

Zhuo Wenlang's hand on Ran Xu's shoulder did not move away, and he patted Ran Xu's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally: "It feels good to see you when I come back." His voice was very low, as if deliberately sticking Whispering in the ear.

Ran Xu's heart beat fast and his breathing became short of breath.

Zhuo Wenlang's words were too ambiguous, which made Ran Xu's original line of defense in his heart precarious. He couldn't restrain the heat rising from his cheeks, and his fingertips were trembling with nervousness.

"Where have you been?"

"Gangcheng." Zhuo Wenlang turned his head to look at him with an inexplicably strange expression. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Today is my father's death day."

Ran Xu was surprised by his frankness, and immediately apologized, he didn't mean to mention Zhuo Wenlang's sadness.

"It's not a sad thing, it's okay." Zhuo Wenlang shook his head and changed the subject, "I heard that Zhuo Minghui had another fight at school recently?"

The topic jumped too fast, and Ran Xu didn't react for a while, until Zhuo Wenlang mentioned his younger brother, Ran Xu realized it later, it seemed that Zhuo Minghui had never mentioned his parents at school, it seemed that The two brothers are dependent on each other, and people can't help but feel pity.

Thinking of Zhuo Wenlang coming to the mainland alone, far away from his hometown, his heart softened a little.

"I'm sorry." Ran Xu muttered and apologized first, "Mr. Zhuo, I am also responsible for the fight."

Zhuo Minghui had already come forward to help him with the plagiarism matter at school, if he made a small report to Zhuo Wenlang at this time, it would show that Ran Xu was not loyal enough, and he did not intend to do so.

"Oh? What's the matter, did the good boy get involved in their fight?" Zhuo Wenlang half-jokingly rubbed Ran Xu's broken hair scattered on the sofa with one hand. He bent down to look at Ran Xu, blocking the warmth above him. Orange lights.

Ran Xu was stared at by Zhuo Wenlang, unable to think at all. He told Zhuo Wenlang intermittently the cause and effect of what happened, including Zhuo Minghui helping him clarify the plagiarism.

Zhuo Wenlang laughed lightly after hearing this, and whispered to himself: "Is that so, I never thought that this kid would help others sometimes."

"I think..." The chatterbox was opened, and Ran Xu's drowsiness faded away. He couldn't help but defend Zhuo Minghui, "I think your brother is not a bad person, although he's a little troubled, maybe you should Have a good talk with him, otherwise we will be juniors next year, if Zhuo Minghui fails a few more courses, he will definitely not be able to graduate."

"Talk about it?" Zhuo Wenlang seemed to have heard something interesting, and the smile on his face deepened, "What happened between us brothers, Xiao Xu, you don't know much about it."

This was not considered polite, Ran Xu's heart sank, and he apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I just guessed randomly."

"It's okay." Zhuo Wenlang responded with a smile, but suddenly squatted down, and was on the same level as Ran Xu on the sofa. Their eyes met in the air, and the distance was stuck at an ambiguous thirty centimeters. "Compared to this, I am I want to know more, Zhuo Minghui or me, who do you like more?"

When Zhuo Wenlang spoke, the breaths of the two overlapped, and the air between them heated up rapidly, like an inflated hydrogen balloon, ready to catch fire at any time.

The flirting in the words was so obvious that it couldn't be ignored, Ran Xu couldn't persuade himself that Zhuo Wenlang was innocent to him, he subconsciously wanted to turn around to avoid the man's fiery gaze, but Zhuo Wenlang held him on his shoulder and couldn't move.

Throat tightened, Ran Xu moved his lips, but decided to follow his heart, he closed his eyes, and said, "You."

Time seemed to stand still, and for a few seconds after he answered, the air was eerily quiet.

"So nice."

Zhuo Wenlang's voice sounded, followed by a kiss on Ran Xu's forehead, as light as the touch of a dragonfly on water, leaving as soon as touched, Ran Xu didn't even realize that it was a kiss, he just felt that the blood all over his body was tingling at that moment He rushed to the place where Zhuo Wenlang had touched.

He shuddered.

An unauthorized kiss seems to be worthy of reprimand, but it happens that Zhuo Wenlang's behavior is so gentlemanly, a kiss is also restrained and warm, so Ran Xu can't help being intoxicated, and even wants to have a deeper "communication" idea.

In fact, at that moment, he had a lot to say to Zhuo Wenlang.

But Ran Xu, who had no emotional experience, couldn't say anything. He just opened his eyes and looked at Zhuo Wenlang blankly, with a dazed expression, but no disgust at all.

Zhuo Wenlang looked at him and laughed, and apologized to him: "I'm not in a good mood today, I didn't restrain myself well, I hope I didn't scare you."

"It's okay." Ran Xu replied subconsciously.

"There will be an art exhibition next week. I wonder if you are interested in going to see it with me." Zhuo Wenlang got up, somehow conjured two tickets from behind the bouquet of lilies, and waved them in front of Ran Xu. With a wave, "Xu Ziang hosted it, do you like him?"

Xu Ziang, the fastest emerging designer in the past two years, has another hobby, which is to use his personal funds to sponsor talented niche artists and bring their works into the public eye.

Therefore, the exhibitions he holds are of high gold content, often with interesting designs, and tickets have become hard to find.

"Go!" Ran Xu immediately agreed when he heard the word "Xu Ziang". He rolled his eyes with a smile and thanked Zhuo Wenlang, who smiled at him and stroked Ran Xu's hair.

In the middle of the night that day, Zhuo Wenlang left Ran Xu in 1980 and did no more outrageous behavior. The two of them lay on two sofas with their clothes on.

Ran Xu felt that this was really the happiest moment in his life in the past 20 years. With a smile on his lips, he fell asleep until dawn.