Tender trapping

Although compared with China, there are more resources for the art department in Zhililan, but like all young people in their twenties, most of the students here are still nostalgic for various social activities, which are even richer and more diverse. .

The professor in the classroom racked his brains to attract the attention of the students. However, there were still noisy voices coming from the back of the classroom. The annual art week was approaching, and everyone was as excited as chicken blood.

"A whole week's vacation!" Qian Danen also joined the ranks of small talk, he leaned against Ran Xu's ear, and introduced like a tour guide, "This art festival is a big event in the whole state, and several schools They will send people over, and the school will be generous once, granting funds for art exhibitions, evening parties, and celebrity invitations..."

Qian Dane talked endlessly, from the beautiful actresses he saw in previous years to the hot girls from the school next door, he, like all the boys with excess hormone secretion, described the art festival as a "social feast".

Ran Xu listened with great interest, but there was no big turmoil in his heart. Compared with these friendships, he wanted to know more details about the art exhibition.

As soon as he asked the question, Qian Danen rolled his eyes: "God, please enrich your emotional life once in a while, it will get boring if you continue like this."

Ran Xu touched the tip of his nose and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm not very interested in dating yet."

"Come on!" Qian Dain patted Ran Xu on the shoulder jokingly, "I heard what you told Duncan that day. You said that you have someone you like, right? I'm curious what it is Which god is hidden so tightly by you, I have never heard you mention it."

"Nothing, I made it up to lie to him." Ran Xu calmly chatted with Qian Danen without blushing.

Duncan is their classmate. A while ago, under the name of doing group work with Ran Xu, he confessed his love to Ran Xu in Ran Xu's apartment, and repeatedly expressed his sincerity, inviting Ran Xu to go out with him on a date.

I don't know if the other party's attitude is too calm, or Ran Xu doesn't know how to refuse. In short, the two of them practiced Tai Chi for a long time, but Duncan still insisted very much, and even asked Ran Xu if he was discriminating against homosexuals.

"If this makes you feel uncomfortable, I won't bother you in the future." The young yellow-haired boy had obvious disappointment on his face, "But I just thought, maybe you can give me a chance, at least, let me Pursue you."

Ran Xu's head shook like a rattle, the word "rejection" was written on his face, and he realized later whether it was too hurtful... So he had no choice but to say dryly that he already had someone he liked.

Duncan returned disappointed, but Ran Xu couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

He sat in the living room of the apartment in a daze for a long time, staring at the bottle of perfume lily on the table, for a long time, he was interrupted by the sound of Qian Dane coming out to fetch water.

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"I thought it would be some girl who put these flowers at the door, but I didn't expect it to be Duncan."

On the way back to the apartment, Qian Danen was still bringing up this incident, feeling quite embarrassed: "Seeing that he usually doesn't talk much in class, who would have thought that he would do such a romantic thing... By the way, Xu, I It seems that you have never been asked about your sexual orientation?"

Ran Xu followed him up the stairs. The residents on the first floor seemed to be arguing again and dropped things.

Ran Xu came back to his senses: "Huh? What?"

"Let me say, your sex..." Qian Danen held back his words after he finished speaking halfway.

"what happened?"

Ran Xu poked his head forward and squeezed to Qian Danen's side, and was immediately stunned by the situation in front of him - a large bunch of orange-pink narcissus lilies clustered around the door of the apartment, the number was astonishing, and there were various paints neatly stacked in the middle. Scanning the past, they are all master-level collections that are difficult to buy on the market, and the entire layout is so vast that it almost fills the entrance of the apartment.

"Damn it!!" Qian Daien couldn't hold back his exclamation.

This matter may be a bit unclear to ordinary people, but in the eyes of art students, it is like someone piled up several limited edition Gundams at your door, each of which is expensive.

Ran Xu was also stunned, he didn't realize what kind of situation this was at all, to be honest, from the beginning of school until now, he has been harvesting flowers for two months one after another, from the end of summer to the current autumn , but it is limited to one or two each time, and the bouquet is slightly larger on weekends, but it is not exaggerated to this extent.

"My God, I can guarantee that this is definitely not Duncan's handwriting...Hey, why are you still standing there, put your things away quickly, we have to go first."

"Oh, okay!" Ran Xu just came back from his own world. Just now, he suddenly had a very bold idea, but this idea was only fleeting, and he didn't dare to think about it.

The flowers are very fresh, with dewdrops on them, and the giver has obviously considered their placement. They are no longer disposable bouquets, but potted plants, which makes the whole picture even more weird. In addition, it also reveals a little "rustic".

Ran Xu denied the thought in his mind again - when the man lied to him, he was very fancy, so he wouldn't use such an overly rustic way to joke with him, would he?

He and Qian Danen spent the whole night arranging the bouquets. Ran Xu began to hesitate what to do with the paints—it was too expensive for him to accept it with peace of mind.

But now the identity of the person who gave the gift is unknown, even if it is returned, there is nowhere to return it, so they can only stay first.

Just when Ran Xu was about to move them into the house, a piece of cardboard fluttered down from behind the paint, with familiar English cursive characters on it, belonging to the mysterious person who kept sending flowers, and there was only one sentence on it: " Looking forward to seeing us again.”

Qian Dan leaned over and smiled exaggeratedly. He patted Ran Xu's shoulder hard: "Brother, I knew you must have someone you like. Look at the "again" written on the card. It seems that you have met before. , he still misses you."

The jammed paper in Ran Xu's hand was not squeezed tightly, and it fell tremblingly. He quickly bent down to pick it up, and the tip of his nose was sore for a moment, not knowing how to react.

He hung that piece of cardboard on the wall of the bedroom together, pasted it carefully, and placed it side by side with the villains on the drawings. That night, Ran Xu rubbed the ornament ring in the shape of a lily in his hand, and put it on his limp right leg. After gesturing twice on his wrist, he finally put it in the drawer beside the bed.

Autumn came, and the evening wind began to become bleak. He looked up at the moon outside the window, and suddenly felt homesick.

He misses the nights he spent in the port city, the crowded cities in the east, and occasionally, the sound of his mother playing mahjong in the backward and remote villages... All these seem to be far away from him, and he has not been able to for a long time. I remember, but today these thoughts came flooding up like a tide.

He does have another favorite.

The phone screen flickered twice in the dark, and an unfamiliar number sent a text message:

[I have been looking forward to our reunion, I love you, I will always love you. 】