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In the studio of Fitcherston, a young man has been added ever since.

Very often, a bright-looking teenager can be seen sitting in front of the drawing board in the bright studio, using his left hand to hook bright and unique colors.

It seems that teenagers rarely have other entertainment activities. The biggest hobby is painting and painting constantly.

Not many people come and go with him.

It is said that his right hand is useless, and he would tremble even when writing.

It is said that he was originally a painting genius, but he was jealous of talent.

It is said that ...

Many statements made him seem extremely mysterious in the college of Fichester.

However, his oil painting exhibition in the first year made him a big hit in the college-knowing that when he first entered the school, he made a countdown with his professional grades. However, in the first year of the exhibition, he relied on his left hand to become a dark horse, winning the first place, and amazed the entire school.

So, from that day on, there were more suitors around Jing Rong.

The studio is no longer as quiet as it used to be. Gradually, many people started to crowd in.

Whether boy or girl, Jing Rong is not interested in them.

When he pressed the love letter under the drawing board again, the classmate Ji An who was sitting next to him said "Beep", "Student Jing, you are so ruthless! This letter was given to you by Miss Huamei."

"Really?" Jing Rong's expression was always quiet: "But I have someone I like."

Ji'an was surprised. "Do you have anyone you like?"

No matter how beautiful a girl or handsome boy, he will always be unmoved. It's hard to imagine what a person like him would like.

Gian leaned over, "Who is she? Lia? Diana? Or ..."

"Not at all." Jing Rong interrupted Ji'an's words, and the movement of finishing the drawing board stopped, and a certain figure floated in his mind, with a faint feeling flowing under his eyes. After a while, I said, "Isn't you always wondering why I always stay in the studio, so hard?"

"Ok!"

"Because I love him, he is a man."

His confession surprised Ji An, and then spread his hands, "But this logical relationship does not hold true. The man who loves is related to your efforts?"

"Same-sex love and marriage in our country are not legal for the time being. We are not like your country. All the people can accept the same-sex love. So, I need to make myself better and stronger. So that in the future, all disputes can be fearlessly confronted. "

Ji'an completely looked at the young man in front of him. For a long time, he said, "You must love each other very much. So, what about him? Does he love you as much as you think you love him?"

Jing Rong did not answer this question.

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Time passed by. After two long years, I passed it unknowingly.

Early in the morning, Wen Yanzhi's car stopped at the airport. He watched it countless times-two years passed, but the last few hours were the most terrible torment for him.

Finally, there are ten more minutes.

Wen Yanzhi got out of the car, smoked a cigarette, let himself sink his heart, and then walked towards the exit. After taking two steps, the pace got faster and faster.

God knows how much he wants to see the kid. How much I wanted to ask him to confirm the thoughts that have been hanging in the past two years.

Wen Yanzhi stood at the exit for ten minutes, and suddenly, a figure broke into his eyes.

juvenile……

No, he is no longer a teenager. He grew up and matured. Short mental hair and a clean white shirt.

He pushed his luggage and walked out of the exit. Going with him was another young guy, and the two kept laughing and laughing along the way.

The other party was very lively, Jing Rong said very little, but the smile on his face never stopped. From time to time, the man hit Jing Rong with his shoulder and was very intimate.

Wen Yanzhi looked at the scene and suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

He hasn't seen such a smile in two years. However, at this moment he gave the people around him without hesitation.

Who is this boy? What topics are they talking about and can they talk so happily?

Many questions emerged in Wen Yanzhi's mind. It was not until Jing Rong raised his eyes to see him that his mind was drawn back.

Jing Rong stopped and looked at Wen Yanzhi from a distance.

Two years, it turned out to be so long ...

It grows so that the thoughts in his heart grow wild, grow into vines, and wrap around his heart.

"Hey! Why don't you go?" Ji'an asked him.

Looking down at his sight, I saw a mature and tall man standing there looking at Jing Rong. This man is the most dazzling of the group.

Ji'an came to understand instantly and hit Jing Rong's shoulder. "I finally know why you don't bother to look at the school, the school, the school or the grass. There is a better looking family at home waiting for you!"

Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi with profound eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were ups and downs. When he heard Ji'an's words, he laughed, "He really looks good."

"He's melting your eyes." Ji'an sighed. The other person's eyes were too hot. Those of him who stood aside felt that they were getting burned away by that look.

"I'm afraid I can't accompany you during this transit time." Jing Rong talked to Ji'an, but his gaze was always facing Wen Yanzhi. As if gelling together, no one took the lead.

Ji'an yelled, "I want to accompany you for a ride before I come to your country for a turnaround! Jing Rong, you're too embarrassed! You're in love with me!"

Ji'an trembled and rushed to hold Jing Rong's neck. "I won't let you go. Otherwise, I will be bored to death in these few hours."

Jing Rong could feel Wen Yanzhi's eyes sinking and sinking.

Embarrassed, he pulled Ji'an's hand. "Don't mess around! Hurry up!"

"Unless you stay with me."

"I'm afraid I would, and he wouldn't."

Jing Rong's words were finished, and Ji'an's hand had been clasped by a large palm and pulled down from Jing Rong's neck. Ji'an looked up sternly, just now the man didn't know when he had come, grabbed Jing Rong's luggage with one hand, and dragged Jing Rong with one hand.

"Hey, Jingrong!" Ji'an was very reluctant. Barking in the back.

"Contact again." Jing Rong waved back at him.

He felt that the man held him harder on his wrist. Jing Rong raised his lips.

Wen Yanzhi seems to be angry and has been dragging Jing Rong to go fast. Jing Rong was injured in the leg. It was only convenient to walk, but he did not walk too fast. So it was a bit difficult to follow.

He only followed behind and watched Wen Yanzhi's back. This two years, this man seems to have not changed much.

Until reaching the car, Wen Yanzhi threw his luggage into the car. Before Jing Rong returned to God, he had pressed him all over the car.