little lover

Han Qiaoye didn't want to go back, but Zhuo Yifan didn't intend to keep anyone, so he looked at him with wide eyes and asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going home yet?"

Han Qiaoye glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was not yet nine o'clock.

He has never returned home on time since he was an adult, but looking at the constant calls from his assistant on his mobile phone and the two messages from his second brother, he thought about it, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll send it to you." You go back to school."

Zhuo Yifan didn't refuse either. After school started, he usually ran between the school and the studio, and it happened that he had something to do when he went back to school today.

Han Qiaoye hadn't been to university for quite a long time. After graduating from university, he devoted himself to the prairie. Although he came back a few times in the middle, he had never been to a place with such a dense crowd, especially at night. They were late-night snacks, and some had just come out of the study room with books in their arms. Boys and girls all had smiling faces, and the surroundings were full of youthful atmosphere.

Han Qiaoye looked a little emotional.

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him and said, "Actually, you're not that old."

Han Qiaoye said, "It's incomparable to you guys." He looked at the people around him and asked, "What do you usually do, play basketball with your friends? Go out and sing or something?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "It's about the same. Our class went to other places to sketch together last time. The teacher led the team and asked us to be with other people from the Academy of Fine Arts. But most of the time we usually practice by ourselves, using computers and so on. Oh , I usually have to go to the studio to catch up on manuscripts, and you may not be able to find them when you are in a hurry, so don’t worry too much, I always have to be busy for two or three days every month, do you understand the deadline?”

Han Qiaoye said, "Understood."

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him again, lowered his eyes and said, "What about you?"

Han Qiaoye said, "What?"

Zhuo Yifan tried to put on a relaxed look and asked him: "What do you middle-aged people born in the [-]s do?"

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Han Qiaoye said: "I said you kids are a little too arrogant, what middle-aged people, you look up at me, hey, what about you, don't lower your head, look up at me!" Yifan's chin forced the child to look at him, which made the other person's face turn red, and he clicked his tongue and said, "As long as you are working hard to build the motherland, you are a good young man, how are young people!"

Zhuo Yifan listened to what he said, held back for a while, but still couldn't help laughing, he whispered: "I'm used to you, you took care of me too much just now, I thought it was a different person. "

Han Qiaoye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I just want to treat you better, why not?"

Zhuo Yifan picked up a small stone, walked forward and said, "No, it's just that I feel a little strange, and it's not the same as you used to... Besides, I haven't figured out why you fell in love with me?"

Han Qiaoye walked beside him, and the two walked back along the playground. After a while, there were fewer people around and it became quieter. After a while, Han Qiaoye raised his hand and rubbed the child's head, and said with a smile: "I also I don’t know, I’m bewitched.”

Zhuo Yifan glared at him, Han Qiaoye raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and said, "Okay, to be honest, I thought it was good to have you by my side before you returned to the capital, but after you left, I I just thought, why is this person not by my side anymore, I feel weak all over, and I am very uncomfortable."

He looked at Zhuo Yifan and said, "You also have that feeling, right? It's not that your friends are going out of town, it's that if you don't chase after them, they will disappear, and there may be no intersection in the future. When you think of this, I just can’t sit still, especially can’t accept it.”

Zhuo Yifan looked at him, his black eyes were as pure as a pool of water, so clear that he could see the bottom at a glance. He was shy, serious, but also a little confused.

Han Qiaoye looked at him, smiled and sighed, took his hand and said, "You are still young, I will teach you slowly."

Zhuo Yifan let him lead him away, and said, "You don't need to teach 'like'."

Han Qiaoye said, "Huh? Who told you?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "My master, my master said that if you like it, you can smell it from a long distance...you can sense that person."

Han Qiaoye laughed softly, squeezed his fingers, and said, "Yeah, don't you think that's what I am." He surrendered to his heart, and he surrendered as quickly as he liked it.

Zhuo Yifan was led all the way, it was getting late, no one saw the two of them walking like this, Zhuo Yifan didn't care about it.He only felt that his palm was a little hot from the temperature of Han Qiaoye's hand, and he felt sweaty, but the other party didn't let go, and he didn't take the initiative to pull it back, only his heart was beating violently.

On the way, Zhuo Yifan also secretly glanced at Han Qiaoye from the corner of his eye. Under the moonlight, his side face was so handsome that it made people blush and heartbeat. Immediately straightened his eyes, trying to look at the road ahead.

The two chatted a lot along the way, but even if they slowed down, they still reached the dormitory.

Han Qiaoye glanced at it, and asked a little puzzled, "International student apartment?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded, and said vaguely, "Well, my dad was afraid that I wouldn't adapt well in school, so he said that the conditions here are better and there is room for two, so I will live here."

Han Qiaoye asked in surprise, "Teacher Fang takes such good care of you?"

Zhuo Yifan said, "I said my dear father."

Han Qiaoye laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you kept mentioning your master all the time, I thought you were talking about him again."

Zhuo Yifan stood under the shadow of the tree and didn't say leave. He looked at Han Qiaoye hesitating to speak, a little youthful.

Han Qiaoye looked at him with soft eyes, and said, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Zhuo Yifan plucked up his courage and asked: "You have returned to the capital, so who will take care of my 'Middle Earth'?"

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Zhuo Yifan said again: "I still want to wait for my master's birthday to give it to him. I have been preparing it for a long time, and I mailed some tools to you yesterday."

Han Qiaoye felt that holding hands on the first day should not be too presumptuous. Although he had done almost the same in the swimming pool before, he swallowed the words that came to his lips and replied word by word: " My assistant, I told him all the things that need attention, and I will go back in a while."

Zhuo Yifan was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Are you still leaving? I thought you were staying here."

The anger in Han Qiaoye's heart finally subsided, he rubbed his head, and said, "No, I'm here to hand over some work matters to my second brother, and I plan to mention the transfer back with the old man at home. It shouldn't take too long, I'll do it as soon as possible."

Zhuo Yifan said "Oh", stood there for a while, and said, "Then I'll go up."

Han Qiaoye didn't let go, and was still looking at him with a smile: "Hey, did you forget something?"

Zhuo Yifan blushed and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips, but he was quickly held down and kissed twice more. They were standing in a concealed position, but Zhuo Yifan was still worried that someone would come, so he used the corners of his eyes vigilantly while kissing. Looking at it from the corner of the eye, I don't know why this tense look has provoked Han Qiaoye again, this guy is getting more and more kissing.

After the kiss, Zhuo Yifan felt a little limp, his mind was a mess, the only thing he could sense was this adult-style seductive and deep kiss, and his thoughts gradually changed from "Will someone pass by" to "Will someone pass by?" "This guy is really good at kissing".

How could he be so good at kissing?

Zhuo Yifan started to lose his mind in the middle of the kiss, and after reacting in a trance, the small flame in his heart rose half a meter high. This person is so skilled, he must have practiced a lot!

Zhuo Yifan thought angrily, and then opened his mouth without hesitation and bit his tongue that was still taking advantage of him. Hearing the other party's "hiss", he felt a little better: "Your kiss is not uncomfortable at all."

Han Qiaoye covered his mouth and said, "Huh?"

Zhuo Yifan said expressionlessly, "You are not good at kissing."

After speaking, he turned around and went back to the dormitory building, walking as fast as running.

Han Qiaoye was still standing under the shadow of the tree watching. While watching the back of the child leaving, he reached out and touched his lips, and couldn't help taking another breath. The bite just now was hard enough, and blood should be seen.But this is not a problem. Han Qiaoye frowned, thinking about what his kid said just now. Could it be that his skills are not up to the mark?

He calculated it carefully, and it seemed that he had been empty for more than a year, and there was no one around him.

On the way back to the Han family's old house, Han Qiaoye bought a bagful of cherries.

Naturally, the dinner at home has already been used up, and Han Zizhuo was also taken away by his parents. In addition to Boss Han, his wife, and two unmarried sons, there was another guest at home——his second brother had been talking with him for several years. The subject is Lu Ming, a professor at the Beijing Academy of Painting.

Lu Ming was sitting there eating fruit and chatting with his mother, Ms. Song Jingqiu. The two of them were dressed casually, both in a loose and casual style, with similar color tones. Their bodies looked more like a mother and son, especially Song Jingqiu. There was a smile on his brows and eyes, and he was half showing off and half complaining to Lu Ming: "Look, what I said before, those people really fell in love with the props you made, right? I followed They said, you just said that the professor is busy, you still have students to teach, and you have opened a project, you still have to ask me to ask, if you want me to say, Xiao Lu, you can just listen to it, and go to the prop teacher tomorrow Say nothing and don't say a word."

Lu Ming sat aside and laughed, his gentle appearance was different from that of Han Ershao who was helping him cut fruit. Han Er was a soldier, and the chill in his bones also came out when he encountered this kind of cold weapon, with low eyebrows and cold eyes It's not easy to mess with, it's as cold and hard as a piece of iron.

When Han Qiaoye came in, he heard them talking about this, and while giving the cherries to the nanny to wash, he asked, "What, mom, are you going to the theater tomorrow? Is there any new play?"

Ms. Song Jingqiu is a national first-class actor and a veteran of the People's Art Theater. She has acted in dramas all her life and has guest starred in some well-known TV dramas.She herself is well maintained, and there are some smile lines at the corners of her eyes, but she looks more amiable: "No, I was telling Xiao Lu that he helped make a few statues last time, and the effect was particularly good. This time The old team leader asked me to ask Xiao Lu for help."

Lu Ming said: "I'm not too busy this week, I'll go find you after class."

Song Jingqiu said: "No, I just love to hear them praise you, and I feel at ease when I hear it! Xiao Lu, if you are free, go out with your second child. He knows he is bored in the company every day, and he doesn't know at all. It hurts, you have to make a request to him, when will the money be earned? If you only care about making money, do you want to live your own life?"

Lu Ming looked at Han Er with a smile, and said, "He's really busy at work."

Han Er interrupted him: "Not busy, the third child is back, I can spare some time."

Han Qiaoye: "..."

Han Qiaoye felt that the whole family was putting on a show, and his second brother must have provoked Professor Lu again, and he was using his strength to coax his wife, he was the one who passed the wall ladder!

Han Qiaoye entered the scene in a second, sat across from him and responded: "Yes, there are quite a lot of exhibitions recently, second brother, take time to take Brother Lu to see it. Oh, by the way, there seems to be a new art exhibition on Thursday, I remember in the north of the city In a gallery, the same one you took me to last time."

This time, Boss Han raised his head from the newspaper to look at his youngest son. He knew that the gallery in the north of the city had tried everything he could to chase after Lu Ming, and even secretly bought Lu Ming's paintings at a high price. That one bought three or four times.This matter also has something to do with him, he is one of the accomplices, the paintings he bought are all hanging in his upstairs study!

At the beginning of the year, Lu Ming found a landscape map, and the two of them planted it on the third child, thinking that the third child did not come back in Africa, and Lu Ming would have calmed down by the time he came back.

My brother-in-law caused trouble, can that be called trouble?

But the two of them never expected that Professor Lu would stop being angry, and Han Laosan would bring this up on his own initiative!

Han Er raised his head to look at his younger brother, his eyes were silent.

Han Qiaoye sat across from him with a natural expression, but he also looked at his brother, and said a little louder: "Brother, I have always had a knot in my heart for so many years..."

Han Erdao: "Stop talking, I know all about it."

Han Qiaoye sat there and said, "Do you really know?"

Han Er glanced at him and said, "It's about work, come up with me for a while, we'll go upstairs and talk about it in the study."

Han Qiaoye stood up, shook his collar, and followed his brother up.

Lu Ming also looked up at them, Song Jingqiu immediately winked at Boss Lu, and said with a smile: "Oh, look at these two children, what can't be said between brothers, Lao Han, go up and have a look, don't Argue again."

Boss Han was pretending there, he probably felt that he had turned pale, and said unceremoniously: "Hmph, it's shameless, I'll go and see them, those things in the company can't be handled well, so I can rest assured that I will leave it to you." them!"

He stood up and followed with a solemn face.