Su An laughed happily, but when Huang Shan asked him why he was laughing, he still couldn't say it.

He enjoyed this kind of fun by himself, took out his mobile phone and followed the news.

The hospital sent him a message telling him to get the drug test results on the tenth of this month. Four or five days before the tenth, Su An built an alarm clock on the calendar and decided to get the precious report results early in the morning.

"Su An," the tablemate called Su An in a low voice, stiffly, "Look outside the window, is He Xiran staring at you?"

Su An was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked up, He Xiran was standing at the class window looking down at him.

His dress has always been rigid, even when the sun is in the sky, he is also meticulous in a three-piece suit. However, such a man who seemed to be obedient to the rules, wore a huge eagle ring on his hand, and a black ear clip with a silver chain hanging from his ear.

His green eyes were on Su An, and Su An tried to pull the corners of his mouth, "Why is he looking at me?"

"How do I know?" The deskmate was also depressed, "Why don't you go out and ask?"

There was already a little commotion in the class, Su An turned her head and stared at the textbook seriously, "Forget it, class will start soon."

Until the bell rang, Su An didn't look up at He Xiran again. When she looked up again, He Xiran had already left.

Ten minutes later, Su An, who was still in class, received a text message.

He Xiran asked him to go up to the rooftop, Su An frowned, and touched his deskmate, "My stomach hurts, go out for a while."

He bent down and ran out the back door.

Running all the way to the balcony, the iron door was closed by the wind, making a loud bang.

"What do you want me to do?" Su An was panting.

He Xiran was smoking a cigarette against the wind, and the strong wind blew away the smell of the smoke, beckoning to him, "Come here."

Su An stepped lightly, and stopped two meters away from He Xiran vigilantly, "Uncle He, do you have something to tell me?"

Euphemistically said: "I still have to go to class."

"Ask for leave," He Xiran said, "Come with me in the afternoon."

"Where are you going?"

"Painting exhibition."

This was He Xiran's first art exhibition after returning to China, Su An didn't want to go, he was still a student.

"I want to go to class," Su An looked at He Xiran sadly with those moist eyes, "I haven't gone to class for several days, the previous class was so difficult," sniffled, worried about studying The situation looks like, "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up."

However, the ruthless dog man sarcastically ruthlessly.

Su An's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at him in disbelief.

what do you mean.

The original owner's eyes were clean and slightly round, like a pair of cat's eyes. The tails of the eyes are drooping, and he looks obedient and obedient. Such a pair of eyes has inherent advantages in making pitiful eyes, it is hard to imagine that someone would laugh out loud.

He Xiran stopped laughing, her voice was faintly soft, "Go back and find a tutor for you."

Su An stepped forward, "I don't want it."

"Well," He Xiran didn't force it, "Go ask for leave."

Su An: "..."

He Xiran sighed, "Shen Changxiu will come to the gallery."

Su An frowned. What is the relationship between Shen Changxiu and He Xiran? It stands to reason that Shen Changxiu killed He Feiyu, and He Xiran and Shen Changxiu would only be incompatible and hostile to each other.

But after such a long time, although He Xiran was looking for evidence of Shen Changxiu's crime, it was not intense or urgent. The same is true for Shen Changxiu, who was faintly suppressed when he confronted He Xiran several times. Is it just because He Xiran knew that he had killed He Feiyu, so he felt guilty and avoided?

Although Su An and He Xiran went to bed and did what the closest people would do, there is still a long distance between them. The physical intimacy does not mean the distance in the heart. They are both bound by secrets. Each has its own secrets that cannot be told to others.

"I see," Su An exhaled and nodded seriously, "I will ask for leave."

But he didn't care about He Xiran's secret.

After all, Chu He was his goal.

After the showdown with Shen Changxiu, who cares who He Xiran is.

The art exhibition is next to a small amusement park in the city center, and the staff of He Xiran's studio are in charge of contacting.

In addition to the works of He Xiran, there are also works of other painters in the exhibition. The exhibition hall is designed with a sense of design, with various wonderful light and shadow patterns seeping through the glass ceiling.

Su An was wearing a new suit given by her uncle, and was walking around in various areas led by her uncle.

Uncomfortable being watched by the surrounding eyes, he wanted to withdraw his hand. He Xi couldn't let go, and after several times, he patted Su An's **** impatiently, "Don't move."

Su An was completely motionless.

He Xiran led Su An deeper and deeper, and walked up to He Xiran's assistant at the corner. Before the assistant could speak, he was startled by the hands of the two. He looked at Su An in astonishment, and saw the child with red eye circles, as if he was about to cry or not.

The assistant felt embarrassed for a moment.

"The little classmate is here too," rubbing his hands awkwardly, "boss, your paintings are all hanging in front."

I can't think too much about this picture.

He once told his little classmates that the boss had a cold personality, well, now he has been completely slapped in the face. Seeing the little classmate like this, maybe he is still unwilling in his heart.

He Xiran followed the assistant's eyes and looked back at Su An, then paused, "Go get a glass of juice."

The assistant hurried to get the juice. Su An frowned, forcing her eyes to become more and more red without blinking.

He Xiran took him to the corner, where there were only a few people in twos and threes, not too many.

The chin was lifted, and Cheng Suan's face was revealed. The tip of the nose was slightly red, and the flesh of the lips was bitten by himself, leaving teeth marks.

"What are you crying for?" He Xiran's gaze scanned his facial features, "Didn't you scold me **** in bed yesterday?"

"...It's different," Su An choked with sobs, "How could you hit me in public..." The word **** was difficult to swallow.

He Xiran moved his big hand from his chin to the end of his eyes. There was only redness here, but there was still thunder and no rain, so that no tears shed. He sighed in his heart, "Don't cry."

Su An's nasal voice was heavy, "I don't like this."

"understood."

Su An wiped her eyes with her sleeve aggrievedly, "I still want to pay compensation."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to make a bet with me."

He Xiran raised her eyebrows, pinched Su An's cheek, and said calmly: "Let's listen."

Su An looked at the picture frames on the left and right sides from the corner of her eye, and said vaguely: "There are paintings here, if I can find a picture drawn by you with my eyes closed, you have to promise me a request."

"You can make a request directly." The smell of cigarettes on He Xiran's body came along with his voice.

Do not! There is no interest in directly mentioning it!

Su An pursed her lips and whispered, "If you lose, I will promise you one request."

He Xiran's eyes sank in a blink of an eye, he gave Su An an inscrutable look, and let go, "Go."

Su An was blindfolded, and He Xiran led him past the paintings.

Deprived of vision, the sense of smell becomes extra sensitive. Su An wrinkled her nose and smelled the painting carefully.

The close contact has already made him remember the smell of He Xiran. The paintings belonging to He Xiran more or less have the thick smell of smoke from the painting process.

When Su An smelled a painting, he lifted his spirits, "It's this one."

He took off the blindfold and saw that it was He Xiran's latest painting.

Because it is very new, the smell of smoke is the strongest.

He Xiran's fingertips moved slightly, "What do you want."

"I think," various thoughts and puzzles flashed back and forth in his mind, Su An paused, showing a shy smile, "I haven't thought of it yet, Uncle, I'll tell you later."

They stayed in the art exhibition for less than half an hour before meeting Shen Changxiu, and Shen Changxiu was replaced by an assistant. He was the first to see Su An and He Xiran, and strode towards them.

"An'an," Shen Changxiu said softly, with slightly disheveled hair at the temples, "how are you doing recently?"

Before Su An could reply, he reached out his hand worriedly, "Why are your eyes red, are you crying?"

Su An retreated reflexively, and retreated into He Xiran's arms.

He Xiran naturally wrapped his arms around his waist, with a low voice, "Shen Changxiu, it's just right to meet you."

He gently rubbed Su An's waist, the movement was not big, but he could see the extraordinary intimacy at a glance.

In just a few days, Su An's body has become several times more sensitive to him. Now when he touches Su An, Su An feels itchy and powerless.

He almost gave up his legs, but He Xiran seemed to know it, and supported him with his arms.

"He misses his sister," He Xiran said, "You send her here to stay for a few days."

He just said it.

The author has something to say:

Su An (in disbelief): My legs are weak.

He Xiran (satisfied): Very good, I love it.