Star II

I returned to school five days earlier than originally planned, and I walked on the familiar path wrapped in a scarf.

People of all skin colors lay on the lawn chatting and basking in the sun, tourists took pictures in front of the sculptures in the teaching building, and a few Chinese young people stared at me in surprise and secretly raised their mobile phones.

Nathaniel got the wind from nowhere, like a huge golden retriever, galloping all the way, with his arms outstretched and his hair flying.

"Yin, you are finally back."

He insisted on calling me by my Chinese name, but couldn't pronounce the fourth sound correctly, and it sounded flat.

I dodged to avoid his bear hug, and nodded lightly: "Yeah."

Nathaniel took my indifference for granted, and in his own words, what was hard to come by was challenging.

I always thought he was slightly masochistic.

Nathaniel warmly embraced my shoulders: "Today's party is hosted by me, you must come!"

"No," I pulled his arm, "I'll leave after seeing the professor."

Nathaniel was not embarrassed by rejection for a long time, rolled his eyes down, and asked me with a smile: "Can I have a look at your homework?"

I hesitated and handed it to him.

Nathaniel accepted it very happily at first, but after turning two pages, his face became more and more gloomy.

In the end, his tone couldn't hide his anger: "Have you done it with him?"

During the few days I lived in Mu Haoyan’s house, I drew countless pieces of his nude body. Even as an authority figure, I could see the painter’s fascination with the model’s body.

Different from body exercises, these paintings are full of my reality and fantasy.

Not to mention how Nathaniel couldn't tell the difference after watching me paint for two full years.

There is nothing to be ashamed to admit, I nodded, put away the album, and praised: "He is great."

Nathaniel's facial muscles twitched, and those bright blue eyes were like a deep spring, full of sadness: "I thought you were asexual so you ignored me, since you can accept men, why don't you give me a chance ?”

He looked very pitiful, but I had no sympathy.

My feelings are limited, Mu Haoyan is already unexpected, I don't want to worry about other things anymore.

I looked into Nathaniel's melancholy eyes and said, "It's impossible between us."

Nathaniel was silent for a moment, took my wrist and said, "Please let me meet him, I want to see with my own eyes the man who has won your favor."

Many people around have already looked over, I didn't want to stage an eight o'clock show in a foreign country at all, so I said "if there is a chance" perfunctorily, I hurriedly shook off his hand and walked towards the main building.

I heard the voice of someone comforting Nathaniel from behind me. He chased me for two years with vigor and vigor, and everyone in the courtyard knew him.At first, I hoped that Mu Haoyan could be a model because I liked his handsome appearance and wanted to get rid of Nathaniel's entanglement.

But later, the entanglement between us continued to deepen.

I began to want to take off his perfect coat, to use him to attract my mother's attention, to...

I want him to be mine.

Am I thinking too much?

My professor is still very young, not more than forty, he put it down after looking at the album twice, folded his hands on the paper and looked at me with a smile.

"You look a little listless."

"No, I'm fine."

"Really," the professor turned another page, "your lines are full of confusion."

I suspect he needs to wear reading glasses in advance.

Even Nathaniel saw the sexual innuendo in the painting, and my professor actually said the literary vocabulary of "confused".

My face must be full of disbelief, and the smile on the corner of the professor's mouth widened a little.

"You should rest for a while," he winked at me, "so that you can find your George as soon as possible."

I was speechless for a moment, and finally had to say "thank you".

The professor suddenly lowered his voice and said, "You're welcome, I made a lot of money by suppressing Nathaniel and not being able to catch up with you."

I:"……"

"Haha," the professor laughed twice, "let's go to your spring."

I left the office with mixed feelings and tightened the scarf around my neck. This year's spring came late.

There is still no information about Mu Haoyan in the phone, he did what he said, he didn't take the initiative to contact me, he just waited for me to find him.

I have long discovered that our relationship seems to be dominated by me, but in fact it has been following his pace, and I even took the initiative to say it too modestly.

He personally promised me that the punishment is over, so the cold violence at this time is nothing.

Gripping the phone tightly, stuffing it back into my pocket, I strode forward.

Ever since one of my father's lovers tried to seduce me, I moved into a townhouse near the school.

On the first night of the cold war, I blamed jet lag for my insomnia. After three consecutive nights of insomnia, I found out in frustration that I had given up my bed. To be precise, I got used to another person’s sleep in just a week. heat.

I am used to being hugged by Mu Haoyan half an hour before going to sleep and chatting endlessly, I am used to being woken up by his embrace in the middle of the night and then punching and kicking him to the other side of the bed, and I am used to the first thing in the morning. The thing is his peppermint kisses.

Tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep, I simply got up and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.

At this time, I heard the commotion outside the house, a few words in English with my name mixed in, and then the lights on the first floor were turned on, and the housekeeper hurried to the door to try to drive away the drunk who didn't know where.

They were in a stalemate for more than five minutes, and I went downstairs before the housekeeper came to the rescue.

"Let him in."

The butler turned away when he heard the words, but Nathaniel stood motionless at the door instead.

He was as distraught as a dog abandoned by someone on the side of the road, reeking of alcohol, shaking a mobile phone with a pink rhinestone KITTY case snatched from nowhere in his hand.

"Is that your man?"

His finger poked the screen of the phone clumsily, and it was crooked several times. Finally, he touched the screen, and the still picture flowed instantly.

It was an edited video of me and Mu Haoyan. After the editor's clever "transplantation", many of our interactions with Ruirui have become back and forth with each other.

Even if I don't understand Chinese, it doesn't hinder the interpretation of the information in the video. With my straight eyes and Mu Haoyan's doting smile, anyone will think we are a couple in love.

"Where did you see that?" I asked.

"Is it really him?" Nathaniel replied irrelevantly. "Is he a Chinese star? Don't you like taking pictures? Why did you record a video with him? Did he force you?"

Really drunk.

I asked the housekeeper and the maid to move him to the guest room, and sat alone in the living room, playing with the mobile phone he brought.

Except for watching the premiere with Dou Kang and others for a while, I have never watched the finished film, because I think it is unnecessary, but now I find that my perspective is limited, and there are corners that I didn't know or didn't pay attention to. So many stories.

For example, after Mu Haoyan had eaten with me twice, he had already grasped my taste, and for the subsequent meals, he would prepare a special dish "Xiao En likes it". Pay attention to my activity.

In the first interview, the director asked Mu Haoyan about his impressions of other guests.

He said "Xu Yien is like a child".

In the latest interview, the director asked him if he had changed.

He smiled and said yes, "From a child in someone else's family to a child in our own family."

……

After turning off the video, I took a deep breath, and the corners of my mouth involuntarily curled up. It seemed that Mu Haoyan was only at the end of his strength, and he was calm on the surface.

I can't bow my head anymore, I have to regain my advantage and let him understand that I don't have to be him.

After the vacation is extended, I can't go back in a hurry. Why don't I travel around the world first... No, the world is too long. He will join the team next month, and I will travel for a week. Let him worry about it.

One week, now three days have passed, not four days.

Then the remaining three days, East Asia tour is finished.

Yes, book your flight now.

Having made a plan, I strolled leisurely to the guest room,

"I owe you a favor."

I shoved the pink phone back into the unconscious Nathaniel's hand and yawned lazily.

At that time, I never thought about it, and a sudden news broke all my plans.

——The well-known actor Mu Haoyan accidentally fell down the stairs and suffered head injuries. He is still in a coma.

The author has something to say: Gilbert and George are artists and gay people.

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Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of star insomnia;