Tender trapping

Ran Xu repeated Duncan's words to Zhuo Wenlang without saying a single word, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

Zhuo Wenlang laughed softly. Due to driving, he regretted that he couldn't rub Ran Xu's hair with his own hands: "I didn't hear the last sentence clearly." He deliberately teased Ran Xu.

"I said, shit, how can there be such a fool."

Ran Xu's voice was lower than before, and he cursed again, and then he was also amused by himself: "I found that since I was with you, I have become a little boy who was taken care of by you, but well, this is not complete out of touch with reality..."

"Shh." Taking advantage of the traffic light, Zhuo Wenlang tapped his lips with his index finger, preventing him from continuing.

The smile on the corner of Ran Xu's mouth faded away, his eyes followed Zhuo Wenlang's fingers, and looked at his face, and found that the man's expression was very serious, Zhuo Wenlang said, don't say that in the future, even if it's a joke.

"Without me, you will still do a great job, it's just a matter of time." Zhuo Wenlang drove the car to the entrance of the restaurant, stopped, turned off the engine and sat in the car talking to Ran Xu, his expression was unprecedented Seriously, "Xiao Xu, you work harder than many people, and you are also more talented than many people. As long as you follow your own choices, you will definitely get what you want...I hope you will have more confidence."

Ran Xu avoided his gaze, the knuckles on his knees turned white, he suddenly mentioned some old things to Zhuo Wenlang, and asked him if he still remembered the painting he saw at Xu Ziang's art exhibition for the first time, "Accident Casualties", the fire engulfed the forest, and the use of color is staggeringly rich.

"I remember." Zhuo Wenlang nodded, agreeing with Ran Xu's evaluation, "It's a very impressive painting."

"Xu Ziang has been looking for the author of that painting, and I happened to meet someone before. His brushstrokes and use of color are very similar to the style of that painting."

"Oh? Who is it?"

Zhuo Wenlang was also quite interested in this, firstly because of the painting, secondly he was also curious why Ran Xu suddenly brought up this matter.

Ran Xu was silent for a long time before telling Zhuo Wenlang that the man was dead.

"After I told Xu Ziang about this matter, he sent someone to look for it, and found that the homeless man had frozen to death in the underground passage, and there was a painting he painted on the wall, golden toned, unpainted over."

Recalling these things, Ran Xu still felt uncomfortable, especially when he returned home and saw the expensive paint that Zhuo Wenlang gave him piled up in a hill, the feeling of bewilderment was finally uttered today.

"I'm thinking, if I hadn't met you, maybe this would be my fate. A painter who is suffering from poverty can't survive with only his blood, let alone make any designs or make toys. ...I'm not saying you're sorry, I'm just..."

"You just feel guilty, even though the guilt is unreasonable." Zhuo Wenlang held Ran Xu's hand, "You will suspect that your current grades are all because of me, right?"

Ran Xu nodded honestly.

Zhuo Wenlang smiled, that smile was very sincere.

He took Ran Xu into the restaurant. It was a local Chinese restaurant with private dishes. The owner was a well-known Cantonese chef. , except for the dining table, the rest of the furnishings are antique, with soft and square tables, which are very suitable for heart-to-heart talks.

"Baby, I hope you pursue the life you want." Zhuo Wenlang locked the door of the box, sat on the soft bed, and hugged Ran Xu on his lap.

His feet were hanging in the air and could not touch the ground. Ran Xu had a disability in his right foot, so he would not be able to use his strength. Even struggling seemed like a joke. He was taken aback by Zhuo Wenlang's sudden move, and then he recalled "baby" "This title, the whole person is like a cooked shrimp, blushing.

"I know." He sat nervously on Zhuo Wenlang's lap, not knowing where to put his hands and feet, let alone listening to what the people behind him were saying.

The more Zhuo Wenlang looked at him, the more he felt that the baby was tight. When he thought that Ran Xu would almost break up with him, he couldn't help grabbing his waist even harder, but there were still some things that he needed to clarify with Ran Xu. Prevent this kid from thinking about it all the time.

"I'm very grateful that you can empathize with others' experiences, and you are a kind and good boy."

Ran Xu's face turned even redder. He moved his body uneasily, trying to express his dissatisfaction with the word "child", but he couldn't find any basis to refute it. After all, Zhuo Wenlang was indeed ten years older than him. He has experienced too many things, and in the relationship between the two, he is always in the role of a guide.

"Don't move around." Zhuo Wenlang gently pinched Ran Xu's waist, "However, even if I have great abilities, I can't pay for everyone who has artistic dreams. I choose you because you are worth it." ... If I were you, I would not refuse these kindnesses. On the contrary, I would make full use of my man's resources, empty him out, and use them to enrich myself, and then when I stand at a certain height, I can Go help others."

"...Empty." Ran Xu repeated the word in a low voice, coughing lightly to cover up his embarrassment, "It's not as serious as you said! I will work hard on my own, of course... I have no intention of rejecting your kindness."

"That's good." Zhuo Wenlang finally let go of Ran Xu, looking at his drooping head and ears that were almost bleeding red, he felt incomparably at ease.

The atmosphere of the two people's dinner time was very harmonious. Ran Xu ate quite a few custard buns in a row, and the kisses all smelled of milk and sweetness. Zhuo Wenlang had never seen anyone else in the half a year since he was separated from him. By my side, I had already had "evil thoughts" and began to regret why I took Ran Xu out for dinner.

If they were at home, the two of them would have taken advantage of the atmosphere to have sex with each other long ago.

But Ran Xu didn't know what the 30-year-old fox opposite was thinking. After unraveling the knot, he was immersed in enjoying the food—he hadn't eaten such authentic Chinese food for a long time. Improving Chinese food is indeed a bit of a grind.

Zhuo Wenlang repeatedly hinted that the boy on the opposite side didn't receive the signal, so he had no choice but to lead Ran Xu back to the apartment. He originally wanted to kiss and touch to make the foreplay, but he didn't expect that Ran Xu ran back after just kissing. in the room.

Looking at his back, Zhuo Wenlang almost laughed angrily, thinking that this kid went abroad, he had a lot more eyes, so he changed his clothes slowly and went upstairs, holding hot milk in his hand, looking like a nice gentleman. Look, knock on Ran Xu's door.

"Wait." Ran Xu came out to open the door, still holding a paintbrush in his hand, rubbing some yellow paint on his palm.

"Xiao Xu." Zhuo Wenlang put the milk aside, saw the sketches spread out on Ran Xu's desk, and his heart was half cold, guessing that he might not be able to eat this big rabbit tonight.

But after much deliberation and still not giving up, Zhuo Wenlang simply asked, "Can I do it tonight?"

"No." Ran Xu quickly lowered his head, stopped looking at him, and took a sip of milk, "You said, I have the final say during the game, not tonight, I want to draw a draft."