Tender trapping

Zhuo Wenlang rarely mentioned his parents, this was the first time Ran Xu heard about his mother.

"She wasted the last period of her life on those puppets." Zhuo Wenlang's tone was flat, judging from the content of the sentence alone, it should contain resentment, but because it was too plain, it became just a statement.

Ran Xu was not sure what he meant, and didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wenlang didn't need any response from him. He put the speech into his briefcase and said, "Let's go, let's go to school now."

Zhuo Wenlang seems to have changed his car today, it is still low-key and steady black, the air is filled with the smell of leather, maybe because it is too new, this smell is a bit offensive.

Ran Xu glanced at a pile of photographic equipment on the back seat from the rearview mirror. Even if he was not a professional in photography, he could see that those things were expensive.

"You prepared a lot of things for the lecture." Ran Xu sighed, and suddenly remembered that the main reason why Zhuo Wenlang attended the lecture was to help him get rid of those rumors.

Well...it may be a bit presumptuous to think this way, but now that the two of them have kissed so intimately, Ran Xu thinks that Zhuo Wenlang should like him, although he didn't hear this sentence from him, but like Zhuo Wenlang Such a restrained "actionist" should have expressed it very clearly.

"Your face is very red." The man driving beside him suddenly said, taking advantage of the red light, he turned around and smiled at Ran Xu, "What are you thinking?"

Of course it was impossible for Ran Xu to tell him, he pursed his lips and said nothing, but that way revealed the thoughts in his heart. Zhuo Wenlang's smile deepened, but he didn't intend to embarrass Ran Xu.

"Are you ready to go to Xu Ziang's art exhibition with me this weekend?" He changed the topic.

Ran Xu nodded quickly, he had been looking forward to this for a long time.

The two chatted for a while in the car about the art exhibition, and soon arrived at the Second City Academy of Fine Arts.

There was no underground parking lot in the college, so Zhuo Wenlang parked his car behind the auditorium, and Ran Xu followed him with the documents in his arms, keeping a distance between the two of them, neither too far nor too close.

Although the speakers would usually go through the back door of the auditorium, Zhuo Wenlang obviously did it on purpose. After parking the car, he walked around in a big circle and walked to the front of the auditorium.

Some students who arrived early were already standing there, and a few sharp-eyed girls immediately locked their eyes on Zhuo Wenlang.

"Is it aiden?"

"It should be, you see, the dean has gone to pick him up."

"He's really young, he doesn't look much different from us."

……

"Xiao Xu!" Lin Yingying squeezed to the front, and she took half of the things in Ran Xu's hands—Zhuo Wenlang brought a lot of things today, some of which were gifts for the students who participated in the lecture.

Ran Xu acted like a "little assistant", and it was very difficult to hold him by himself.

The students around were attracted by Lin Yingying's voice, and followed to look at Ran Xu, the protagonist who came in and was in the "rumor center".

"Sister." Ran Xu was not used to being noticed, so he smiled awkwardly.

Lin Yingying blinked at him and said in a natural way, "I'll take it in for you, let's go."

Zhuo Wenlang on the other end exchanged greetings with the teachers of the college and walked into the venue.

·

That day, Zhuo Wenlang's speech was very successful.

Even though he had listened to so many people's speeches after entering university, Ran Xu always felt that Zhuo Wenlang's lectures were the best: whether it was his humorous yet serious language, or the just-right arrangement of content, the audience was fully immersed in it.

Of course, there may be another reason...he is really attractive.

Ran Xu sat in the first row under the stage, holding a bouquet of flowers arranged by the academy in his hand, staring intently at the handsome man under the spotlight—he always seemed to be able to show the most perfect appearance on different occasions.

A gentle toy store owner, a slightly strict elder brother who still loves his younger brother, a high-spirited young photographer...an inclusive and considerate lover.

"I know a lot of photographers take a lot of photos in one place over and over again, and then choose from them, but for me, time is too precious, so I only have one chance for each place."

Zhuo Wenlang switched the slideshow, and a photo of the wilderness appeared on the screen. The sky was gray and dark, but in the middle, a magnificent, orange-pink light came out from the junction, reflecting the silhouette of a young tree.

"The local people told me that I came here at a bad time, because it rained that day, and after the entire flower field was wet by rain, the films shot under dim light were waste films." Zhuo Wenlang swept his gaze across the auditorium, and finally Staying in Ran Xu's direction, he smiled, "Although I didn't take a photo of the world-famous flower fields, I captured this one. After the rain stopped, the moment the setting sun emerged from the dark clouds."

"People always seem to like to define romance, romance, that's all. And when you hold up the camera, what's in your frame, even if it's just a crooked, malnourished sapling, that's what's called What you frame belongs to you..."

"But it's not romantic!"

Zhuo Wenlang only spoke half of what he said, when suddenly a male voice came from the auditorium, quite penetrating, causing commotion in the surroundings.

The boy who spoke was obviously emotionally unstable: "You art people, you know how to talk about mysterious things all day long, you know? No matter how beautiful your words are, most of them have to change careers after graduation. If you don’t have money, how can you talk about ideals?”

"You just hope to deceive a few more people into the industry, and then add a few more stepping stones to make yourself appear taller. You have considered that there are students whose financial conditions are not enough to support him, but he will be impulsive because of your one or two words. Pursuing something unobtainable?!"

The teacher who rushed over hurriedly pushed the boy down, while Zhuo Wenlang was still smiling on the stage, as if what happened just now was just an episode.

Ran Xu suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Lin Yingying sat beside Ran Xu and reminded him that it was time to go on stage to send flowers to Zhuo Wenlang, but Ran Xu didn't answer after calling twice.

No way, Lin Yingying squeezed his hand: "Xiao Xu?"

"Huh?" Ran Xu came back to his senses suddenly, looked up and saw Zhuo Wenlang had finished his speech, standing on the stage, his eyes fell on him gently.

The teacher from the nearby college winked at Ran Xu, beckoning him not to delay. Then Ran Xu hurriedly walked up the stage with the flowers in his arms, and stumbled on the steps without paying attention.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wenlang grabbed his hand in time.

"Be careful." The man's voice rang in his ear.

"Thank you." Ran Xu swallowed, and put a large bouquet of flowers into Zhuo Wenlang's arms.

The audience remembered the applause at the right time, Zhuo Wenlang wrapped his arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear while hugging him: "Don't worry too much, I will help you if you want what you want."

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