Hidden heart

When Shen Yao returned home, it was already past ten o'clock. Since he lived with Fan Xuechen, this was the first time he came back so late.

When he went upstairs, he saw Fan Xuechen staying quietly in the studio. He was wearing that jade-colored robe. Under the light, he had a soft and elegant charm.

When Shen Yao saw the person in front of him, it was as if he drank a cup of refreshing tea, and the heart that hadn't fully walked out of the banquet felt at peace instantly.He couldn't help but took out his phone and took a photo of the man who hadn't noticed him yet.

Shen Yao walked in gently, and hugged him with both hands, "Have you been waiting for me?"

Fan Xuechen turned around in surprise, "When did you come?"

Shen Yao smiled and took out his mobile phone, and put the picture he just took in front of him.

"Xue Chen, you are so good-looking, how can those vulgar fans compare to you?"

Fan Xuechen lowered his eyes, smelled the alcohol on his body, and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, I drank a little." He leaned over and kissed the cool lips.Then he put his gaze on the painting table, "Are you drawing?"

"No. Just looking around."

"Next time you draw me, okay?"

"I only paint scenes."

"Then I'll take pictures of you." Shen Yao suddenly became interested when he thought of the photography that was mentioned at the banquet, and said, "I'm going to hold a photography exhibition, with snow as the theme, and I will finish what I love in my heart." What do you think of showing it completely?"

"I don't understand these things."

Shen Yao hugged him and sat on his lap, gently stroked his back, and said, "You don't need to understand, I just need you to accompany me."

"Shen Yao." Fan Xuechen couldn't help leaning into his arms and sighed softly.

"What's wrong? Are you tired?"

Fan Xuechen shook his head slightly.

Seeing his docile appearance, Shen Yao couldn't help but want to be more gentle.

"Xue Chen, teach me how to draw." Shen Yao bit his finger and said jokingly.

"Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, with you here, I have long wanted to learn."

Fan Xuechen was about to stand up, but Shen Yao hugged his thin waist and said with a smile: "Teach me like this, I'll watch."

Fan Xuechen glanced at him, and his expression became a little cold.

"Xue Chen—" Shen Yao let go of his hand, begging him softly, "You teach me, okay?"

"Are you joking?" Fan Xuechen said, "But I don't like making such jokes."

Shen Yao saw him standing in front of the table, the jade-colored robe hung down like water, showing his serious and persistent spirit even more.

"Xue Chen, I have no other intentions..." Shen Yao hugged him from behind, and kissed his cheek lightly.

"Do you think I'm too rigid?" Fan Xuechen lowered his head, and his voice also dimmed.

"I know you're serious."

"Wouldn't it be better to be serious?"

"It's not bad. But maybe sometimes you can relax a bit..." Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Yao held his hand and said, "Just teach me how to write two characters."

"Write what?"

"Xue—Chen—" Shen Yao whispered softly in his ear.

"Can't you write yourself?"

"I have almost never touched a brush..." Shen Yao picked up the brush beside him as he spoke.

Seeing that he was looking at her eagerly, Fan Xuechen walked to his right hand, took the inkstone, dipped it in some water, and slowly polished the ink.

Shen Yao supported his head and stared at him with interest, his heart seemed to be softened by his gentle charm.

"Xuechen..." Shen Yao unconsciously called him.

"Huh?" Fan Xuechen raised his head to look at him, and when his eyes came into contact with him, he couldn't help but blushed a little, then quickly lowered his head and said, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at you—" Shen Yao stretched out his hand with a smile, rubbed the ink with him, and said, "You are so beautiful..."

"Okay!" Fan Xuechen let go of his hand and pushed the inkstone in front of him.

Shen Yao picked up the brush and dipped some ink into the inkstone, then looked at him and said, "You teach me."

Fan Xuechen pursed her lips, took his hand and began to write slowly.

Seeing that he was next to her, Shen Yao immediately lost her mind on writing.He quietly looked sideways at Fan Xuechen's side face - pale and thin, like plum blossoms in the snow, with a kind of sickly beauty of classical literati.

Then there is his neck, like a slender autumn reed growing in the water, protruding from the ascetic stand collar, for no reason, he just finds it very seductive, and people can't help thinking about it. kiss hard...

"All right."

"Not yet..." Seeing that he had let go of his hand, Shen Yao immediately hugged him and lightly bit his neck.

"Shen Yao..." Fan Xuechen pushed him away in embarrassment, and said, "You don't want to write at all!"

Shen Yao laughed for a while, and said, "Xue Chen, with a teacher like you around, only a fool would care about writing!"

"Hmph!" Fan Xuechen gave him a gouged look, then turned around.

Shen Yao picked up the words written just now, looked at them, and said, "Xue Chen, your paintings are good, and your handwriting is so good. Why don't you write two more."

Fan Xuechen ignored him.

Shen Yao went up and hugged him and said, "Are you angry?" Seeing that his face was still stern, she quickly said in a soft voice: "Xue Chen, I just couldn't help but want to kiss you just now, I didn't mean to be joking. Don't be angry, Xuechen..."

"What else do you want to write?" Fan Xuechen finally opened his mouth.

Shen Yao pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Write my name on it again." Seeing that he didn't move, he called out again: "Xuechen..." Fan Xuechen then moved.

This time Shen Yao finished writing properly, looking at the two names "Xue Chen" and "Shen Yao" on the rice paper, he also felt very happy in his heart, and said: "Tomorrow I will ask someone to frame it and put it on the paper. In my room."

Fan Xuechen rolled his eyes at him, and couldn't help showing a little smile.

Shen Yao hurriedly held his face and kissed him gently for a while, then suddenly had an idea in her heart, and asked him: "Xuechen, do you like Hangzhou?"

Fan Xuechen nodded, "Master took me there once before, and the scenery there is beautiful."

"When your painting is finished, let's go to Hangzhou. It's beautiful there when it snows. You can paint the snow scene of West Lake as much as you like."

Fan Xuechen was taken aback for a moment, and said, "When was that?"

Shen Yao smiled, "You don't even remember the day? It's November now, and when it snows, it will be December or January."

"Really?" Fan Xuechen lost his mind slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you still remember that time?"

"Of course," Shen Yao held his hand and kissed it, "If I forget, you can also remind me."

***

The dripping autumn rain began to erode the yellow autumn leaves over and over again. As December approached, Shen Yao's affairs became more and more busy.He hadn't visited Fan Xuechen in person for several days.

It was still raining outside, and the inside of the art exhibition was bright, but there were not many people inside at this time.When he reached the stairs, a girl in bright clothes hurried over with a painting in her hand.

Shen Yao didn't look at her, but the girl saw him clearly, her heart skipped a beat suddenly, her feet softened suddenly, and she couldn't help yelling "ah".

Shen Yao turned his head to the side, saw her falling backwards, and immediately stretched out his right hand to catch her firmly.

"So it was you." Shen Yao looked at her and said.

Zhang Jingyuan felt his whole body boil, his face was ashamed and red, he quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

This was the reaction of a pure young girl, and that innocent film and television actress seemed to be contrived in front of her.

"Can you stand still?" Shen Yao smiled and looked at her panicked look in front of him.

"Yes! Yes..." Zhang Jingyuan stepped on her feet and moved down one floor, but for some reason, she completely lost the strength to stand on her feet at this time.

Shen Yao's hand just let go and grabbed her wrist again. He suddenly felt that this girl's wrist was also very thin, but her wrist bone was very small, and there was more flesh growing on it than Fan Xuechen's.

"Mr. Shen, thank you..." Zhang Jingyuan has never had such intimate contact with a man, let alone such a mature and outstanding man.At this moment, her heart almost jumped out of her chest, and her voice was trembling with shyness.

Shen Yao smiled lowly, "Are you going to find Xue Chen?"

"Yes! Yes..." Zhang Jingyuan managed to calm herself down, but she couldn't pull her wrist out of Shen Yao's hand.

"Xue Chen is here, won't you come up?"

Suddenly a soft voice came from above, Shen Yao and Zhang Jingyuan looked up at the same time, and saw Bai Yuwei standing beside Fan Xuechen, and Bai Yuwei was smiling at them.

Shen Yao left Zhang Jingyuan and walked up. "Xuechen, I'll take you back home."

Fan Xuechen looked at him indifferently, and said, "Wait first." He walked down the stairs, took the painting from Zhang Jingyuan's hand, and said, "Can you still go up?"

Zhang Jingyuan lowered her head in shame, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, "Can..."

"Then come up."

Zhang Jingyuan followed him slowly into the private room.