Hidden heart

Although Fu Shi was no longer there, the turmoil caused by his sudden intrusion did not calm down because of his departure.Shen Yao always felt that there was something wrong between himself and Fan Xuechen, but he couldn't find the problem.

The lives of him and Fan Xuechen were still the same as before, but the number of times they were silent with each other increased, which also made the uneasiness hidden in his heart grow day by day.This uneasy factor prompted him to deal with various entertainments and banquets more frequently, until he did not return to this house with Fan Xuechen for the first time.

"Xuechen..." Shen Yao took Fan Xuechen's hand, "I got drunk last night and stayed at Xue Ze's place."

"I know." Fan Xuechen's pale face showed no particular emotion except a little tiredness.

"Aren't you angry?" Shen Yao looked at him, not knowing whether it was relief or annoyance in his eyes.

"No." Fan Xuechen lowered her crow-feather eyes, "You have your work to do, don't you?"

Shen Yao let go of him, sat on the couch beside him, pressed his forehead, and said, "Your art exhibition is almost over?"

"Yes."

"So what do you think about what you're going to do next?"

"I..." Fan Xuechen hesitated for a moment, but did not continue.

"Xuechen, come here."

Fan Xuechen looked at him and saw that he was sitting in the empty place, looking extremely lonely and tired, so he walked over meekly with a move in his heart.

Shen Yao held him in his arms, kissed his lips lightly, and loosened the restraints of restraint one by one with his hands.While stroking that pale skin, he said distressedly: "I don't know why, I always feel that I can't catch you..."

Fan Xuechen said faintly: "Why, haven't I been here all the time?"

"Yes, you are always in my arms, but... But I can't find your heart, tell me where is your heart?"

"It's right here." Fan Xuechen put his hand on his chest, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously.

"Xuechen!" Shen Yao quickly hugged his head, wiping the tears on his face, "You have something on your mind? Are you angry with me?"

"Do not."

"why?"

"I do not know either."

"Tell me, Xuechen, what do you want?" Pressing his chin, so that he could not escape from himself.

"I...I just want to draw." Fan Xuechen murmured.

"Painting?" Shen Yao thought his words were ridiculous, "Aren't you painting all the time?"

"But I haven't drawn for a long time..."

Shen Yao slowly let go of him, and suddenly felt his heart cool down, and said, "Then you go to draw now."

Shen Yao walked out of this studio, he had a feeling that he didn't want to go here again.

He used to think that sleeping in the same bed with this person meant he got him, but only now did he realize that he was wrong.This feeling of being unable to see through and grasp it made him unable to let go and get rid of it, but it also made him feel disheartened and tired.

The days passed quietly like this over and over again.

On this day, Shen Yao woke up in a strange bed. It was the mobile phone that woke him up. When he hung up the phone, he suddenly saw today's date displayed on the mobile phone: December 29th.It suddenly occurred to him that Fan Xuechen's art exhibition was about to end, and maybe today would be the closing time.Thinking of this, he got up to take a shower, put on his clothes, asked Li Jin to drive over, and then went to the art exhibition.

It was snowing and grits outside, and it was empty inside, as if no one was there.But as soon as he walked in, Shen Yao saw a woman in a bright red coat standing in front of a painting, her body was sobbing.

When Shen Yao got closer, she realized that she was Zhang Jingyuan, the female student who studied painting with Fan Xuechen.

"Is Xuechen up there?"

Zhang Jingyuan turned his head suddenly, and when he saw him, he couldn't help showing a surprised and happy expression on his face.She quickly lowered her head again and said, "Yes! I am..."

Shen Yao was about to leave when Zhang Jingyuan suddenly grabbed his arm, "Mr. Shen..."

"What's the matter?" Shen Yao looked at the terrified girl in front of her like a bunny, and asked in a low voice.

"I..." Zhang Jingyuan bit her full lips, and the tears in her eyes fell like rain again.

Shen Yao reached out to wipe the tears on her face, and she couldn't help but fell on Shen Yao's body, crying: "Mr. Shen, please...please tell Mr. Fan..."

"What?" Shen Yao neither hugged her nor pushed him away, just stood like that, letting her lean in front of him.

"Don't let me go...I...I still want to learn painting from Mr. Fan..."

"Why did Xuechen let you go?"

"Ah, is that Mr. Shen?" Bai Yuwei's voice came from the front.Shen Yao looked up and saw her, and then Fan Xuechen walking behind her.

Without Shen Yao reaching out to push, Zhang Jingyuan had already bounced away, his face turned red with shame, then he turned around and ran out quickly.

"Mr. Shen, haven't you been here for a long time?"

Shen Yao ignored her words, walked directly in front of Fan Xuechen, and said, "Xuechen, I'll pick you up."

Fan Xuechen looked at him without saying a word.

"Today is the last day, what a coincidence that Mr. Shen came." Bai Yuwei walked away with a smile.

"Xuechen!" Shen Yao grabbed Fan Xuechen who continued to walk forward, and turned him to her.

Maybe it was a week since I saw Fan Xuechen, his face seemed paler and haggard than before.But in such paleness and haggardness, he makes people feel more detached and elegant.

"Xuechen, I didn't hug her just now."

Fan Xuechen's eyelids were lowered, and there was no expression on his face.

"She just begged me, begged me to let you not let her go, she wants to continue to learn painting from you."

"Her heart is not in the painting." Fan Xuechen said flatly.

"Then what?" Shen Yao breathed a sigh of relief because of his answer, and asked casually.

"Don't you know?" Fan Xuechen glanced at him lightly, his gaze was so cold.

"Are you talking about me?" Shen Yao smiled indifferently, "But I only have you in my heart."

Fan Xuechen turned around and walked outside.Shen Yao was taken aback for a moment, and quickly followed.

Pieces of snow began to flutter in the sky.Fan Xuechen was standing in this white world at this moment, and stopped.

"Xuechen." Shen Yao stretched out his hand from behind and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Fan Xuechen turned her head and looked at him coldly.

Shen Yao's heart was tightened by the light of the snow in his eyes, and he couldn't help saying softly: "Let's go back together, I will never let you be alone again!

Fan Xuechen was held in his arms stiffly, her voice was so cold: "Really?"

Shen Yao sensed something was wrong, and quickly said: "I'm sorry! I..."

"Stop talking..." Fan Xuechen pushed him away and was about to leave.

"Xuechen!" Shen Yao hurriedly grabbed him and said, "It's my fault! Don't be angry..."

"I don't want to hear it!" Fan Xuechen shook his head and said, "I don't want to hear a word from you..."

"Xuechen—"

"Don't you find this tiring?"

"I--"

"I know you don't want to deal with me, you can leave at any time! This is your right, I will not force you! Really, Shen Yao, you can find more people you like at any time, I will not stop you... "

"Xuechen!" Shen Yao hugged him and said, "I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't go home, I shouldn't come to see you, but I never thought of leaving you! Xuechen, believe me I!"

"It doesn't matter, Shen Yao. The two of us have never thought the same thing in our hearts. You want more, and once you are satisfied, you won't care. But I don't want anything, I just want A whole heart that belongs only to me..." He said with a tear in his eye.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Shen Yao wiped his face and said, "I thought you didn't have me in your heart, I was in pain..."

"Don't you know nothing if I don't tell you?"

"I--"

"You've always been used to letting others please you and satisfy you. What you can see is what you really like. But I won't do it, and I'll never be able to do that..."

"I don't want you like that! Xuechen, I just want you to reveal your heart to me, you know? When you don't respond to me, I feel like a fool. I don't know how to face you! I'm afraid that you will die I'm angry! I'm also afraid that you'll ignore me!"

Shen Yao grabbed his shoulders and said: "I want to walk into your heart and know all your thoughts about me, but you always seem to be afraid that I will know, you make me feel uneasy, I don't even know I can't catch you, you know?"

Fan Xuechen's eyelids were lowered, and the white snowflakes stuck to the constantly trembling long eyelashes, like crystal teardrops.Shen Yao hugged him, gently kissed the snowflakes on it, and said, "Let's go back, shall we?"

"Where are you going back?" Fan Xuechen choked slightly.

"Go back to our home."

"Shen Yao..." Fan Xuechen hugged him slowly, and said in a trembling voice, "Do you know what I'm afraid of?"

Shen Yao stroked his back distressedly, and said, "What is it?"

"Because you have too much and I have...too little..."

"how come?"

"You don't understand this feeling..."

"Xuechen..."

"Maybe you have me just to satisfy a corner of your heart for a while..."

"No! You are the most important thing to me!"

"Nothing matters anymore..."

"Xuechen!"

Fan Xuechen interrupted him and said: "No need to say any more, I believe in your heart at this moment." He raised his head and looked at Shen Yao with eyes washed by tears, his gaze was so focused Pure and pure, as if looking into the depths of Shen Yao's soul.

Shen Yao has never seen him look at himself with such a pair of eyes. At this moment, it seems that he has become a painting, which is depicted bit by bit in his heart.

"Xue Chen!" Shen Yao suddenly felt very excited, and the emotions that were suppressed in his heart day and night also disappeared at this moment.At this moment, he seemed to feel that he finally had Fan Xuechen, and that heart that he could never touch.

"Let's go back together! I will definitely love you well and never make you sad again!"

Shen Yao wanted to hug him and go, but Fan Xuechen held his hand.

"Xue Chen, are you still unwilling to forgive me?"

Fan Xuechen watched the snowflakes falling from the sky before their eyes, and said softly, "Shen Yao, it's snowing..."

"Yeah, it's snowing."

"Another year is going to pass..."

"Xuechen, what's wrong with you?"

Fan Xuechen moved those two snowflake-like lips, and tremblingly said: "Kiss me, Shen Yao."

Shen Yao's heart moved, and she hugged him and kissed him.His lips were originally cold, but as soon as they met Shen Yao's, those two cold lips melted like snowflakes in such a warm blend.

"Xuechen..." Shen Yao stared at him contentedly, with a smile in his heart showing from the bottom of his eyes.

"No one will kiss me like this again..." Fan Xuechen leaned in his arms, her voice was so lonely and sad.

"Fool, I will kiss you like this forever." Shen Yao lowered his head and kissed those gorgeous thin lips again.

His face touched a burst of heat, he opened his eyes and saw that the person in his arms was crying again.