Tender trapping

After the Spring Festival, the temperature picks up. At this time, the port city on the southern coast already has a sign of spring, the spring buds have been pulled out, and the wind has become warm.

This was Ran Xu's first time flying on a plane. When he landed, his ears rang a little, and his mind was uncomfortable, but the excitement still diluted all these discomforts.

Before boarding the plane, he received a text message from Zhuo Minghui, and now he hastily returned a few words after getting off the plane.

After Zhuo Minghui went abroad, he didn't completely cut off contact with Ran Xu, but exchanged text messages with him from time to time, but not many—international text messages were too expensive, and Ran Xu couldn't afford to chat in this way.

He once thought about making a phone call overseas, but every time Zhuo Minghui would express that it was inconvenient, either he was doing treatment, or he was fooling around with new classmates.

He said that foreign girls are very pretty, and Zhuo Wenlang would be happy if he didn't care about him.

The two of them didn't exchange much text messages, but Ran Xu did regard Zhuo Minghui as his friend, and sometimes would tell him something about the school, but, like now, he followed Zhuo Wenlang to Hong Kong City , Ran Xu definitely wouldn't say it.

Zhuo Wenlang led Ran Xu out of the terminal, and someone came to pick him up, a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, dressed in a suit, but unfortunately he was a little deformed by his beer belly.

The man stood on the iron railing and looked around, and after a while, he saw Zhuo Wenlang, who stood out from the crowd, trotting up to meet him: "Master Zhuo, are you back?"

"Uncle Ren." Zhuo Wenlang handed over the suitcase very familiarly.

The middle-aged man called Uncle Ren smiled very kindly. If there was no scar on the left side of his face, Ran Xu might feel more kind, but the scar is too conspicuous, even if it is an old wound. , that piece of skin still showed an unnatural rosy red.

"Uncle Ren was injured when he rescued me in the early years, and now he is the housekeeper of the family." Zhuo Wenlang explained aloud, introducing the two to each other.

He told Ren Bo Ranxu's name, but the other party didn't have any further meaning, just nodded knowingly.

Ran Xu still felt inexplicably nervous when he got in the car. Maybe it was because there were too many high-rise buildings in this city, which always made people feel overwhelmed. He felt a little strange, especially when Uncle Ren called out " Zhuo Shao"...

Ran Xu's heart has always been uneasy, and he always feels like he is floating on the surface of the water, unable to get up or down.

Zhuo Wenlang didn't notice these changes in his mood. He was talking on the phone with someone who was speaking in Cantonese, which Ran Xu couldn't understand. He looked at Ren Bo who was driving.

There was a red light, and before Ran Xu could react, Bo Ren caught him in the rearview mirror.

It's very impolite to look at others like this, Ran Xu blushed immediately, but the man in front of him just smiled, and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him: "Mr. Ran looks very young, is he still a student?"

"Ah."

Ran Xu was a little strange about the relationship between Ren Bo and Zhuo Wenlang. Speaking of which, Ren Bo was acting as a driver and assistant, so he shouldn't be talking on the sidelines when the boss was on the phone, but he chatted with Ran Xu very casually. It seems that there is no relationship between Zhuo Wenlang and his subordinates.

Perhaps it was because he had saved Zhuo Wenlang...

But what kind of thing needs another human disfigurement to save him?

Ran Xu couldn't help casting a puzzled look at Zhuo Wenlang, who smiled back at him.

"Every time I come back, it's because of business. Alas, I can't stop talking on the phone as soon as I get in the car." Ren Bo whispered to Ran Xu, and asked him, "Little Ran, what do you study?"

"Art." Ran Xu gave a general explanation.

"Are you studying art again?"

I don't know why Uncle Ren suddenly popped up such a sentence, Ran Xu was a little dazed, but Zhuo Wenlang quickly finished the call, put down the phone and chatted with Ran Xu about the arrangements for the next few days.

"There may be a small yacht party, would you like to come with me?"

"I haven't been to a party."

Ran Xu's original intention was that he was not familiar with this kind of occasion, he didn't have a dress and he didn't know the procedures, so going there would probably cause trouble for Zhuo Wenlang.

However, the other party's understanding thought that Ran Xu had never been there, so he wanted to see it. Zhuo Wenlang pondered for a while, and explained to Ren Bo about preparing the dress: "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, please ask someone to measure him at home. Hurry up and change one thing out, the banquet will be next Friday."

Uncle Ren agreed one by one, and Ran Xu sat in the car and had no chance to intervene.

Ever since he came to Hong Kong City, he always felt that Zhuo Wenlang had undergone some extremely subtle changes, which were different from usual, but if Ran Xu were to tell the specific difference now, he couldn't find it...I always felt that, Zhuo Wenlang's state in Gangcheng seems to be more relaxed and casual.

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The surrounding scenery gradually changed. The cement forest that was densely covered with high-rise buildings faded into a large area of ​​green plants. The car was driving on the road, and Ran Xu could see the beach from the window.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and there was golden light floating on the sea, like broken diamonds sprinkled from the sky.

This was the first time he saw the sea.

Regardless of feeling shy, Ran Xu leaned on the window and looked out. He rolled down the car window, and the wind blew in, carrying the salty smell of sea water. Ran Xu licked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

While he was doing these things, Zhuo Wenlang sat beside him and looked sideways at Ran Xu, rarely letting his mind go blank.

Ran Xu is not the most beautiful boyfriend he has ever had, let alone the most talented...but it makes Zhuo Wenlang feel at ease the most, and this is what makes him special.

Very obedient and easy to please.

Just like a pure rabbit, immersed in the small world of vegetarian animals, planning a little ambition, seeking his own life on the desert grassland where the weak and the strong prey.

Zhuo Wenlang himself would probably never have Ran Xu's state of mind in his whole life. After all, in his past life, if he couldn't be the top one, he would end up in a very miserable end--in fact, it is still the same today, even though Zhuo Guanzhong is dead.

"By the way, how is the matter of moving Zhuo Guanzhong's grave going?" He didn't shy away from Ran Xu being here, and talked directly to Uncle Ren in Mandarin.

The man driving ahead froze for a moment, and then said: "I'm still working on it. After all, your father's will is written in black and white, so it's a bit difficult to deal with."

"Everyone is dead, so what's the problem? He wanted to be buried with my mother and never asked her opinion." Zhuo Wenlang said, dragging Ran Xu back from the car window.

If he didn't pull it back, he was really afraid that the rabbit would fall out from here.

"We'll be there soon, sit down." Zhuo Wenlang motioned for Uncle Ren to roll up the window.

Maybe it was because Ran Xu's embarrassing expression was too attractive, Zhuo Wenlang rarely thought of teasing others, he squeezed his face deliberately, and said: "Hey, there is a private beach behind our house, and there will be plenty for you to play with." .”