Tender trapping

Zhuo Wenlang's appearance was beyond everyone's expectations, including Ran Xu, who stared blankly at the man beside him, turning a deaf ear to the students' discussions around him.

Duncan, who was holding the rose in his hand, showed embarrassment. He forced a smile at Ran Xu, and held up the flowers again, implying that he asked Ran Xu to accept his gift no matter what.

Zhuo Wenlang frowned, and simply fished the flowers into his arms. The whole set of movements was so smooth that Ran Xu didn't even realize that the bouquet of fiery red flowers had already appeared in Zhuo Wenlang's hands, and Duncan looked like this in the whole farce funny.

"Accepted for him, thank you." Zhuo Wenlang snorted coldly, looking rather stingy.

Ran Xu had to hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth—he had never seen Zhuo Wenlang's childish side, such a petty behavior, but he had to put on a magnanimous look, and he didn't even have a polite smile Forget it, and the whole plot started to become a comedy.

"What's going on..." Maggie who was behind started whispering to his companion, "Didn't Duncan say that he was just shy? Why didn't he even find out if he had a boyfriend?"

The other girl's voice was a little louder: "Is that man his boyfriend? I always feel a little familiar."

"Ah, I remembered, he and aiden look alike!"

"Are you sure? You can't be blind to Asians, right..."

Zhuo Wenlang stood there, wearing a casual black shirt with the same color silk fabric spliced ​​in the middle, exuding intelligence and maturity all over his body, and he was out of tune with the students wearing colorful sweaters around him.

He didn't care about other people's suspicions about his identity, he just took Ran Xu's hand and led him outside, the depression between his brows couldn't be more obvious, obviously he was very interested in what happened just now... ... And thinking of how many times this kind of thing might have happened when Ran Xu left him, Zhuo Wenlang was so jealous that he was about to lose his shape.

The two walked all the way to the outside of the venue, but Ran Xu didn't shake off Zhuo Wenlang's hand, his peripheral vision was falling on Zhuo Wenlang's glasses chain with two small gemstones hanging on it - it's been a long time since I saw this man, this man seems to have more grasp A bit of "gentle scum" technique.

Ran Xu had known for a long time that he wore plain glasses all year round, and the frames covering his eyes were just to block his sharp eyebrows—just like himself, hiding his inner world with a gentle appearance.

Just like now, when he clearly grasped Ran Xu's hand until his knuckles turned white, he still wanted to pretend to be decent and calm, and asked him if he had been harassed by this idiot who confessed in public recently.

Ran Xu shook his head, then stood in front of Zhuo Wenlang, watching him quietly.

They had already walked far away from the party, and the moonlight was shining brightly on Zhuo Wenlang's face, outlining the outline of a tall nose. Ran Xu took a deep breath, smelling the familiar sandalwood fragrance around him, and finally confirmed that his sweetheart was standing In front of him.

Zhuo Wenlang thought the bouquet of roses was an eyesore, so he turned his head and threw it into the trash can beside the road. He couldn't help being a little rude, and turned his head to discuss with Ran Xu, asking if he could not accept the gifts from others.

"Only accept the flowers I send." Zhuo Wenlang seemed to have not recovered from the stimulation just now, still acting very childish.

Ran Xu couldn't hold back his smile at last, he blinked his beautiful eyes, didn't answer Zhuo Wenlang's words, but just said: "Mr. Zhuo, you seem to have lost weight."

The word "Sir" was spoken by him with a warm southern accent, as if it had turned many turns, like the horns of a snail, softly touching Zhuo Wenlang's chest, and retracting carefully.

Zhuo Wenlang couldn't remember how he heard Ran Xu call him Mr. Zhuo in his dream, while wiping his tears, panting in a low voice, his bare skin, hoarse voice, rose-pink cheeks...these Zhuo Wenlang couldn't remember clearly, because these dreams all ended with Ran Xu's indifferent "breakup".

So, he didn't want to dream anymore, he just wanted to really hug the person back into his arms.

However, when they really met again, those sweet words and rehearsed lines were stuck in his throat. Of course Zhuo Wenlang knew that he could choose to put on a mask again, and coax this still innocent child ten years younger than him, However, such a "reunion" has no meaning for him.

So, he just said three words dryly, sorry.

Ran Xu nodded and said nothing.

The moonlight shines on the lake next to it, gentle and lingering. It seems that every university will have such a similar lake, with long wooden chairs and broad-leaved trees planted.

Ran Xu ran to the convenience store to buy two sandwiches, and the two of them sat by the lake to share the food until Qian Danen came over, called Ran Xu's name, stared at Zhuo Wenlang vigilantly, and pulled Ran Xu behind him .

Zhuo Wenlang's complexion turned bad at a speed visible to the naked eye, making people suspect that he might reach out to grab someone in the next second, but he still let Ran Xu leave, after all, he lost some status anyway.

When Ran Xu followed Qian Danen away from the lake and looked back again, Zhuo Wenlang's figure had disappeared, and he felt a little lost in his heart. Ran Xu didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe he still liked Zhuo Wenlang, but Reason is constantly reminding him that there is already a rift in the relationship between the two people.

He can no longer trust Zhuo Wenlang with all his heart, and this "distrust" will sooner or later become the flashpoint of their quarrel.

It's hard for them to go on.

Qian Danen was very worried about Ran Xu's depressed mood, and he repeatedly asked Ran Xu if he was bullied by that man.

"No." Ran Xu replied a little absent-mindedly.

"Then, who is he?" Qian Danin asked, "Just now Maggie told me that he is that famous photographer... Is it true or not?"

Ran Xu sighed and nodded: "Yes, he is my ex-boyfriend."

As soon as he said the words, Ran Xu immediately regretted it. As expected, Qian Daen was like chanting scriptures along the way, nagging in his ear not to believe in exs. He said: "Nowadays many men like to find You are an obedient and easy to deceive, they don't like you very much, they just think you can be controlled by them, but you must not be fooled."

Ran Xu always felt a little funny when he applied this situation to Zhuo Wenlang. Speaking of which, Zhuo Wenlang has always done a good job in this regard, and even when the relationship between the two of them was the most rigid, he didn't try to stop Ran Xu. Pursue the life he wants.

It may be that he doesn't hold grudges too much. In short, Ran Xu recalled that the relationship between the two people was still "good". It is undeniable that Zhuo Wenlang gave him the opportunity and platform to pursue his art. He may still be the poor student struggling for a scholarship, and he can't even think about going abroad.

Suddenly, Ran Xu thought of Xue Xiaoxia, thought of her sudden change of attitude, combined with the bouquets that Zhuo Wenlang had been sending every day since he first left the country, it was obvious that he had learned about Ran Xu's life... Then, Xue Xiaoxia's changed attitude, Could it be related to him too?