After becoming the personal model of the boss

When this idea suddenly popped up in his mind, Zhou Shang'an was also taken aback.

He Xiancheng was afraid.

Zhou Shang'an stared at the ceiling in a daze, the room was pitch black, only the bedroom door was slightly opened, leaving a light gap.

The weight of He Xiancheng's body fell on him, and Zhou Shang'an was almost out of breath.

He pushed He Xiancheng's shoulder with his hand, and called out softly, "Brother..."

Not wanting He Xiancheng to hold him tighter, He Xiancheng buried his face in his neck, and his hot breath sprayed on the skin of Zhou Shangan's neck.

There is also a slight wine smell.

Zhou Shangan was taken aback.

He Xiancheng's voice was deep and hoarse, and somewhat vague, but he could tell that he was calling Zhou Shang'an's name.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered what He Xiancheng and Zhou Chuxiong had done when they were drunk and pushed themselves down on the bed last time when He Xiancheng was having dinner at his house.Zhou Shang's heart trembled, he lowered his eyes, and He Xiancheng's hair brushed against his cheek.

So, He Xiancheng asked him that time—who is he.

Did He Xiancheng identify himself as Gao Jing?

Zhou Shang'an's breathing became stagnant.

He turned his head to look at He Xiancheng who was pillowed on his neck, but he couldn't see He Xiancheng's face.

He could only feel He Xiancheng's hot breath, burning his skin.

The fear in my heart was magnified again.

Zhou Shang'an's voice trembled a little, he grabbed the sheet under him tightly, and said, "Brother, I'm here..."

"Brother, look at me..."

He grabbed He Xiancheng's hand that was next to his ear and held it tightly, letting He Xian take a look at him.

He Xiancheng raised his head to look at him, his eyes were deep, with a bit of drunken daze.

Zhou Shang'an's Adam's apple slipped, "Brother... who am I?"

He Xiancheng seemed to be taken aback for a moment, he looked into Zhou Shang'an's eyes, and said firmly, "Shang'an."

Zhou Shang'an's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He Xiancheng stared at him with focused eyes, while Zhou Shangan looked at the left wall unnaturally, and said, "Brother, you're drunk."

He Xiancheng lay down beside him, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Zhou Shang'an grabbed the quilt tightly, turned on the heater in the room, and it was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

He Xiancheng seemed to calm down suddenly, and asked, "Why didn't you come this afternoon?"

He Xiancheng was indeed panicked.

He rarely does.

He is getting more and more in control of his emotions.

But today it got out of hand.

At the dinner in the afternoon, he drank a little wine so as not to get drunk.

After returning home, he didn't see Zhou Shangan. He sent messages and called Zhou Shangan, but Zhou Shangan didn't answer or reply.In the past, if Zhou Shang was safe or not, he would send a message in advance to tell him.

But not today.

He thought that Shang'an might have something to do temporarily.

It didn't make him panic.

He went downstairs to buy Ann's favorite fruit.

The boss was picking fruits. In his spare time, he took a look outside the shop.

There was a lot of traffic on the road, and it was the rush hour for getting off work, but he still saw the familiar figure at a glance.

Just for a moment, when he reacted and chased after him, the figure on the other side of the road had disappeared.He Xiansheng stayed where he was.

He thought, how could that person who disappeared for seven years come back?

There were only two intertwined breathing sounds in the room.

Zhou Shang'an didn't answer, he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes.

After a while, He Xiancheng asked again, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

Zhou Shang'an didn't know how He Xiancheng found him, maybe he asked Luo Xiao.

But now he doesn't want to answer He Xiancheng's question, he doesn't even want to see He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng turned sideways suddenly, leaning on the bed with his elbows, looking down at Zhou Shang'an, "Huh?"

Zhou Shangan glanced at He Xiancheng.

Whenever he saw He Xiancheng, he would think of Gao Jing, and whenever he thought of Gao Jing, he would think of He Xiancheng's reasons for rejecting him time and time again.

My heart trembled, and my hands and feet felt cold.

He Xiancheng is like an abyss.

He stared, trembling all over.

But he still couldn't help running.

He Xiancheng looked at him with deep eyes.

Zhou Shangan moved his eyes away, licked his dry lower lip for a while, his voice was choked, and he called out, "Brother..."

He Xiancheng waited patiently for him to finish speaking.

There was another silence, and Zhou Shangan asked: "...Have you ever liked me?"

He Xiansheng paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "Shang'an, what's the matter? Why do you ask that?"

Zhou Shang'an didn't speak. After a while, he shook his head.

He turned over, turned his back to He Xiancheng, pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, and said in a muffled voice: "It's nothing, brother, if you want to rest here, go to bed early."

Zhou Shangan closed his eyes after he finished speaking, like an order to chase away guests.

He Xiancheng was silent for a while, hugged Zhou Shangan's waist from behind, his voice was low, with a faint smell of alcohol in his breath, "What's wrong? What happened this afternoon?"

Zhou Shangan closed his eyes tightly, and he took a deep breath.

"You have something on your mind." He Xiancheng hugged him tightly.

Zhou Shang'an still didn't speak, his breathing gradually became steady.

Only he himself understood that his heart was beating so fast that he was almost out of control.

The more gentle He Xiancheng is at the moment, the more he feels that the people around him are ethereal and untouchable.

The fear of losing He Xiancheng in his heart would engulf him.

He Xiancheng hugged Zhou Shang'an, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt, in front of him, and their foreheads were pressed against each other.

The strong smell of alcohol on He Xiancheng's body was magnified several times in an instant.

Zhou Shang'an's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

He Xiancheng's deep eyes were close at hand.

Zhou Shangan's heart trembled.

"Tell me," He Xiancheng's voice was low, and his calm tone was more like an order, "what happened?"

Zhou Shangan lowered his eyes, avoiding He Xiancheng's eyes.

When He Xiancheng spoke again, his tone seemed a little more anxious, "Shang'an, tell me."

Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng, "If I told you, asked you, would you answer me?"

Zhou settled down, and then said: "Will you answer me truthfully?"

He Xiancheng didn't seem to expect Zhou Shang'an to ask such a question, and after a while, he frowned and said, "Yes."

Zhou Shangan lowered his eyes.

He Xiancheng was waiting patiently for his words.

"Brother..." Zhou Shangan exhaled slowly, "Nan Rui told me..."

A thin voice spread between the two.

He Xiancheng's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he didn't speak.

Zhou Shang'an continued: "What happened to you before."

He Xiancheng looked at him.

"So..." Zhou Shang'an grabbed the quilt under him tightly, his breathing was a little short, he didn't dare to look into He Xiancheng's eyes, "So, tell me about him."

He Xiancheng was silent.

Zhou Shangan became anxious, he looked at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

Zhou Shang'an grabbed He Xiancheng's wrist, and hurriedly said, "Do you still like him?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhou Shangan regretted it.

He stared blankly at the silent He Xiancheng, "Brother...?"

He Xiancheng let out a breath slowly, looked up at Zhou Shang'an, and didn't answer him right away, but said: "Shang'an, I'm dealing with the art exhibition recently."

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback, not understanding why He Xiancheng suddenly told him about the art exhibition.

"How much did Nan Rui tell you?" He Xiancheng didn't seem to intend to wait for his answer, but continued, "I'm changing hands on that art exhibition."

"In the beginning, I organized the exhibition with...he."

Zhou Shang'an's breathing was stagnant.

He Xiancheng seemed to feel that Zhou Shangan's muscles stiffened suddenly, and he hugged Zhou Shangan tightly, "He also learned to draw..."

He Xiancheng told Zhou Shangan about him and Gao Jing.

Gao Jing also studied painting, they met in university, and He Xiancheng fell in love with painting because of Gao Jing.

Zhou Shangan was taken aback when he heard the words, "Brother, you..."

He Xiancheng nodded, "Yes, I fell in love with painting because I fell in love with him."

An Xin felt a pain in Zhou Shang, this was the first time he heard He Xiancheng say that he likes another person.

While Gao Jing left, He Xiancheng was still insisting on this matter.

He Xiancheng spoke quietly, while Zhou Shangan listened with trembling heart.

This is the story of He Xiancheng and another person, when he had no chance to meet He Xiancheng at all.

Zhou Shang'an felt powerless, the deep powerlessness spreading from the bottom of his heart, this was something he couldn't change, and this was something he couldn't blame anyone for.To blame can only blame him for showing up too late.

He failed to meet the 20-year-old He Xiansheng.

Zhou Shang'an suddenly grabbed He Xiancheng's hand, looked up at him, and said urgently in a hoarse voice, "Brother, take me to see that art exhibition."

He Xiancheng was taken aback.

Zhou Shang'an's eyes were earnest and firm.

After a while, He Xiancheng slowly agreed: "Okay."

They went out late at night, and the night wind stinged on their faces.

Surprisingly, both of them chose silence unanimously.

Zhou Shangan's lingering fear made him speechless, he was afraid that if he said a word casually, he would get an answer he didn't want.

He has no bottom.

In the taxi, Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng looked out the window, speechless all the way.

Zhou Shangan glanced away again.

The taxi finally stopped in a place near the suburbs.

Zhou Shangan got off the car and looked around.

The ground is flat and open, and there is a building in front of it abruptly, with a wave-shaped front door design, one floor high, and the very artistic house at this moment exudes a dilapidated and corrupt atmosphere.

There are a few scattered buildings in the distance. It is very quiet here at night, and there are no people around, only the endless chirping of insects.

The two walked in, and He Xiancheng turned on the light.

The inside is empty and cold, and you can even hear faint echoes when walking in the corridors.

There was not a single painting on the stand.

Zhou Shangan asked, "Are there any paintings here?"

He Xiancheng said: "Almost all of them are sold."

Zhou Shang'an suddenly remembered that when he called He Xiancheng yesterday, He Xiancheng's angry voice scolded because a painting was sold.

Zhou Shang'an didn't know why he suddenly wanted to come here to have a look, maybe he wanted to know about He Xiancheng at that time, and He Xianjing when he was with Gao Jing.

Zhou Shang'an's footsteps suddenly stopped.

In the exhibition hall on the left side of the corridor, a huge painting is hung on the inner wall.

It was about one person tall and half a person wide, hanging on the wall and covered with a red cloth.

He Xiancheng's hand on his shoulder froze.

Zhou Shang'an's breathing suddenly became short of breath, "Can I have a look?"

Zhou Shang'an didn't wait for He Xiancheng's answer, he almost ran over and tore off the covering cloth on the painting.

A man with a white bathrobe half off his shoulders, his face flushed and his eyes blurred.

It is almost exactly the same as... the painting that Zhou Shangan saw in the window of He Xiancheng's house.

It's just that the one in the window is Zhou Shang'an.

And this one is the scene.