Tender trapping

Two days on the weekend, because of a finger injury, Ran Xu had to ask for leave with the manager of Minority on the phone. He thought that he would be scolded at least a few times, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so readily.

"Xiao Xu, you can rest at home and don't worry about work." The manager spoke sincerely, and at the end, he added a few words to remind him not to touch the wound with water.

Although the manager is nice, he doesn't care about his subordinates to this extent.

Ran Xu hangs up the phone suspiciously, thinks for a long time, and comes to the conclusion that the young man surnamed Feng must have spent a lot in the store yesterday, which is why the manager is in such a good mood.

Although he doesn't have to work on weekends, Ran Xu is still busy.

The last time I promised to help Professor Lin sort out the materials, it was only half done. Ran Xu got up early on Saturday and went to the library to take up space, and wanted to finish it quickly in these two days.

The material is about the history of Western art. Lin Zhengqing's recent project is to make popular science books, mainly for primary school students.

The name Lin Zhengqing is also a "college legend".

When he was young, he became a well-known figure in the oil painting world with a painting exhibition. Later, he was hired as a professor at the university. The school wanted him to teach the main course of oil painting, but he resolutely refused, and instead taught purely theoretical art. history.

Lin Zhengqing doesn't engage in mentoring students, he only accepts apprentices—regardless of age, education, and works.

Ran Xu was a student he personally fell in love with. At the market, when the two met for the first time, Ran Xu was sitting on a dilapidated wooden stool, leaning over to copy the fifteen sunflowers of Van Gogh. The most common paints and brushes caught Lin Zhengqing's eyes, and he stopped in front of the imitation oil painting booth and did not leave.

"Have you ever learned to draw?" he asked Ran Xu.

The boy sitting on the wooden bench stopped his paintbrush, turned his head, and looked at Lin Zhengqing with clear eyes: "No, I taught myself by reading." He shook his head in a clumsy movement, and a piece of yellow paint was rubbed on his nose.

"No wonder." Lin Zhengqing walked up to him and commented unceremoniously, "The shape is not accurate, here is crooked, here is too tight, and there is also a problem with the connection between the vase and the scenery...so even if you adjust the color accurately , These basic skills can still be seen at a glance. "

Ran Xu's gaze followed Lin Zhengqing's fingers on the screen, and the more he listened, the more delighted he felt—at that time he didn't know who Lin Zhengqing was, but he knew that Lin Zhengqing knew how to paint.

In his life for the past 18 years, art has always been a luxury, elusive.

He desperately needed every opportunity to learn, so Ran Xu grabbed Lin Zhengqing's sleeve, sincerely looked at the old gentleman who was criticizing his paintings, and begged him to talk more.

Only then did Lin Zhengqing look directly at him, pondered for a long time, and actually grabbed a wooden stool from the side and sat next to Ran Xu, one old and one young, facing the canvas and a pile of cheap paints, chatting all afternoon.

Lin Zhengqing was kind to Ran Xu, and after entering university, Ran Xu naturally did his best to help Lin Zhengqing.

It took a lot of energy to sort out the materials. Ran Xu stayed until the library closed and returned to the dormitory after ten o'clock.

The dormitory for boys in the No. [-] Academy of Fine Arts in the city was remodeled from an old building. The door only had one wooden board, which was poorly sound-proofed and the lock was not disabled. After the thieves entered the room two years ago, the school uniformly installed an iron bolt on the inside of the door. .

Ran Xu took out his keys in the corridor, and heard the sound of keyboard tapping coming from inside, as well as various national curses erupted by Sun Cheng when he was playing games.

The computer was thrown by Zhuo Minghui in the dormitory. It was an imported Dell laptop. It is said that one computer can cover one or two years of living expenses.

But Young Master Zhuo seems to be looking down on this little money, he doesn’t live in the dormitory very much, but the computer is blatantly placed, Sun Cheng very consciously takes it as his own, playing games until late at night, having a great time Almost.

Ran Xu turned the key in the lock twice, but it didn't open. The door seemed to be locked from the inside with the deadbolt.

Ran Xu tried twice more and confirmed that the door was locked from the inside, so he slammed on the door: "Is anyone there? The dormitory door is locked from the inside and cannot be opened."

"...Fuck, what the hell kind of equipment is this!" The keyboard inside was clicked, and no one seemed to care about Ran Xu.

Ran Xu turned the handle twice with greater strength: "Open the door! Zhang Jinzhou, are you there?" Zhang Jinzhou is another roommate of his, who doesn't talk much, but has never been mean to Ran Xu.

There was the creaking sound of the upper bunk bed in the room, it should be that Zhang Jinzhou came down and opened the door for him.

However, before Ran Xu breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Sun Cheng yell: "Wait! I'll play this game after you finish playing! Don't f*cking yell outside, you're like a fucking bitch!" !"

The tone was very aggressive, and it seemed that he was venting the anger in the game on Ran Xu.

Zhang Jinzhou's voice was faintly heard from the other end, and it was not clear, followed by Sun Cheng's voice: "I won't open it for him, let him wait! Every time the mother comes back so late, I don't see Xuecheng First grade."

No matter how good-tempered Ran Xu was, he was annoyed by his inexplicable statement: "Sun Cheng, are you sick?" He didn't deliberately lower his volume, and a few students passing by in the corridor were surprised and curious Looking at Ran Xu.

Their dormitory relationship is not good, the entire major is aware of it, Sun Cheng has mentioned Ran Xu in front of many people, including but not limited to poor, rustic, stupid in studying, and loves to curry favor with the teacher.

Whether this is true or not is another matter, but most of the students don't like to care about their dormitory affairs. Ran Xu is introverted and has not made many friends in class, so naturally no one will stand up for him at this time.

It was early winter, and the snow had just fallen a few days ago. It was the time when the snow was melting, and it was very cold in the corridor outside.

Ran Xu wrapped his clothes tighter, but he had no choice but to squat down in the corridor near the radiator, curling himself into a ball.

He has been busy for two whole days, reading materials and writing annotations. He was short of sleep. Although his heart is burning, he is more tired-he really doesn't understand why no matter what he makes will be hated.

In the past 20 years, he has tried his best to be kind to others. He dares to swear that he has not done any morally corrupt things, but there are still people who can't understand him.

Sun Cheng's "one game" didn't know exactly how many games it was. Time passed bit by bit, the closed door never opened, and the sound of the game inside continued.

Ran Xu changed from a squatting position to a sitting position, and suddenly felt the phone vibrate in his pocket.

He took out his phone and stared at the words "Mr. Zhuo" on the screen, but he didn't react for a long time.

What Zhuo Wenlang sent was a text message, the content was even simpler, asking when he would come to return the key.

[Xiao Xu, I forgot to ask you for a spare key last time. I wonder if you have time to come here in the past two days, or I can ask someone to pick it up. 】

Xiao Xu...

The face of the boy holding the mobile phone became hot. Last time he told Zhuo Wenlang that he hoped he would not call him kid, Zhuo Wenlang really changed his name in the text message, but "Xiaoxu" didn't sound like "little friend" where to go

Ran Xu could almost imagine the smile on the corner of Zhuo Wenlang's mouth when he called him like that, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Logically speaking, Zhuo Wenlang is ten years older than him, so there is nothing wrong with calling him a junior, but maybe this person just has a strange charm that makes people involuntarily, really have an illusion of intimacy.

By coincidence, Ran Xu typed a string of characters on the phone.

【If possible, I even want to go to you now. 】

After typing this string of words, he felt that something was wrong again, and he wanted to delete it in a panic, but he accidentally pressed the send button. Immediately afterwards, he stared blankly at the text message on the screen that was spinning "Loading" becomes "Delivered".

There is no undo function for the SMS at that time.

Ran Xu couldn't help covering his face.