lust game

On the west coast of the United States, a well-known comprehensive university in Los Angeles.

Three years ago, Gu Chenxiang was not called Gu Chenxiang. At that time, he had no family property to worry about, property rights to rob, father and his old subordinates to deal with, and... that boy who was like a little wolf. Did not appear in his life.

At that time his name was Gu An, Gu Nian's Gu, An Xin's An.Every day he lies in the warm golden sunshine of California, away from the city of S in China, enjoying the most carefree college time in his life.

Peace of mind, peace of mind.

On this day, he was lying on a soft lawn in the school, the sun was shining on his white and warm face, and he closed his eyes comfortably.The breeze is blowing, what a comfortable afternoon tea time.The steaming coffee cup was in his hand, and a coloring book about the history of Western painting was placed on his face.

"Do you like Western paintings?" a soft voice asked him.

He opened his eyes and saw an incredible picture.A young man with a slender figure, tight muscles, and a good-looking wheat-colored skin actually supported the weight of the person's entire body with only one hand on the seat cushion of his bicycle, and his whole body collapsed into a flat plate and soared in the air— —What kind of power is this!What's more, the bicycle was originally supported sideways by a single-sided frame. It was not easy for this young man who spoke Chinese like him to maintain such a delicate balance in such an unbalanced environment.

Gu An became interested and wanted to know this friend very much.

"Look at it casually, I can't say I like it very much," he stretched out his hand, "Hello, my name is Gu An, Chinese, Department of Economics and Management."

The man jumped off the bicycle and held his with a pair of warm and strong hands: "Bian Yi, half Chinese, Department of Oriental Philosophy."

It can be seen that there are indeed some Western genes mixed in the facial features of the other party's east.This person actually called such an uncommon name and read such an unpopular major.

Gu An became even more curious. He maintained his politeness and demeanor on the surface, without showing any surprise or curiosity.

"There happens to be an art exhibition in the school. I'll take you to see the oriental paintings," Bian Mo suggested. "It's guaranteed to be more interesting than the western ones."

"Okay." Gu An felt that it would be nice to have such an interesting company when studying alone in a foreign country.

The two came to the school art gallery.Comprehensive universities in the United States usually have natural history museums, art galleries, and even astronomical observatories. These are donated by alumni who have made great achievements after graduation, and are usually named after the donors.

The art gallery of this school is called "Zianini Art Museum", which is said to be funded and built by a famous Italian family in K City, M State.The donor seems to be particularly fond of oriental painting art, and has specially built an exhibition hall dedicated to collecting Chinese paintings, and regularly collects some paintings collected from China.They are not well-known paintings, but they are all very distinctive, and seem to incorporate a certain degree of personal preference of collectors.

The Chinese alumnus named Bian Yi brought Chen Xiang to this special exhibition room, and made a very gentlemanly "please" gesture: "Visit at will."

Chen Xiang's eyes stopped on a very distinctive religious oil painting.In the painting, there is a goddess with staring eyes and a ferocious look. Her hair stands on end and her mouth is wide open. She looks like a monster, with teeth and claws, showing a terrifying expression that seems to devour all living things in the world.But there was a male body under her feet, lying there silently, with a fearless expression willing to let it be trampled on.

"This is the goddess Kali. According to legend, she lives in the Kala mountain in Nepal. She is the incarnation of the snow mountain goddess and the wife of the Hindu god Shiva." Bian Mo stood behind him at some point and patiently explained, "Look , The one at her feet is Shiva. Many people say that the reason why Shiva is willing to lie at Kali’s feet is to resolve her anger and save all sentient beings, but I am more willing to believe that he is only because he loves her.” At that moment, Gu An seemed to see a trace of tenderness in Bian Wei's eyes.

Because of love, is it necessary to lie at the feet of others, without complaint or regret, and let them be trampled upon?At that time, Gu An couldn't understand or imagine that one day, he would love anyone unreservedly like that.The kind of love that gives up self-esteem, no matter how strong the process is, the result will be extremely tragic.Gu An felt that he would never be able to do it in his lifetime.

"Do you like this painting?" Bian Che asked him.

Gu An shook his head lightly: "It's not like I like it very much, but I just think this one is the most distinctive."

A mysterious smile appeared on Bian Wei's face: "Not necessarily, sometimes, it's not that the more curious the content of the painting, the more touching it is." He led Gu An to another painting, and continued: " For example, the content of this painting is ordinary, but I just feel that there is a power to touch people's hearts in this painting."

Gu An followed his gaze, and in the painting was a little boy who looked about seven or eight years old, sitting silently by a window sill in an attic, looking out of the only window in ecstasy.The boy's side face was so fair and delicate. The sunlight coming in from the window shrouded his small face, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in a soft halo.His small figure looks so lonely, he wants to break through the world that traps him, yearns for the freedom in the distance, but also seems to have an instinctive fear of leaving this attic, afraid of facing the world alone without support. Life.

Gu An glanced at it, and the creator of this painting named himself "blackstone, zheng (郑黑石)."

"Every time I see him, I feel sad for no reason," Bian Yi said, "I have enjoyed freedom since I was a child, and I like to run around alone. When I think of a little boy locked up alone in this world In the corner of the dark attic, I thought, if I can meet him one day, I must take him to see the distant world."

——What a gentle person, Gu An thought.

Although this person's situation is different from his own, the things he wants in his heart are actually similar to his own.It's a pity that he can't pursue freedom as he likes. One day, he will go back and follow his father's arrangement to take over the family business.

"Qi, next time you travel, can you call me? I know you like to be alone, but once in a while, you also enjoy the pleasure of chatting with someone on the road. How about it?"

From then on, Gu An and the man named Bian Mo became friends.