The tablemate I have a crush on is a paranoid

Fountain Lake was originally a very distinctive building in the Academy of Fine Arts. It retains the design style of Central Europe in the last century. A huge statue of a goddess stands in the middle of the clear lake. Spring water rises slowly from her surroundings. She seems to be bathing in The angel in the holy light is spotlessly white. Unfortunately, due to man-made damage, the parts of the fountain were incomplete, and the statue of the goddess became old and dull, with broken arms and legs. There are other new and more distinctive buildings in the college, so No funds were allocated for maintenance. Gradually, fewer people came, and the surrounding area became very quiet.

Because few people came to Fountain Lake, Dilia found the person she was looking for almost effortlessly.

A handsome young man was sitting on a bench in front of the fountain lake. A khaki light-colored windbreaker jacket made his shoulders extremely thin and graceful, and his light-colored hair made his skin look as fair as jade. The appearance of an oriental person is not uncommon in this academy of fine arts, but his facial features are exquisite and attractive, which is an extremely rare kind of beauty.

Delia stood by and watched for a long time before remembering to call someone, but she shouted several times in a row, each louder, but the young man didn't seem to hear him, even the slightly drooping arc of his jaw didn't change. Half a minute later, she walked over unhappily, walked around to him and said dissatisfiedly, "Song, why are you ignoring me?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her expression froze suddenly, and she saw the young man lying on his knees, with a pair of small cochlear implants lying quietly in his open palms, as if because the owner wanted a moment Delia couldn't help but feel guilty for her slip of the tongue just now. Without a hearing aid, how could a deaf person hear the sound, but after thinking about it, how could he hear her when he couldn't even hear a sound? What I just said.

At this time, the young man was sleeping with his long eyelashes closed, and suddenly felt a shadow in front of him. He raised his eyelids slightly, and saw a foreign girl with a deep and beautiful face standing in front of him, raising her hand Putting on the cochlear implants respectively, the corners of his mouth slightly curved slightly, and he asked, "Delia, do you have anything to do with me?"

Dilia's wandering thoughts were brought back by his words, so she quickly sat down beside him, frowned and said, "Yes, I will go out with my father to hold an art exhibition in two days, and it will take a long time. I'm not happy not to see you for a while."

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls are always cheerful and lively, and they speak frankly and enthusiastically to the person they like.

"It's okay, we'll see you when we get back." The young man smiled slightly, his thick and long eyelashes drooping slightly, his face looked extremely quiet and gentle.

Dilia looked at his beautiful side face obsessively, and she felt more and more reluctant to part with it. She pouted her small mouth with beautiful lip gloss, and complained unhappily, "I don't understand Dad, either. Why do you want to go to a place so far away from China, as well as Motoc, who have been to that T city many times, and are still so keen, unlike you, who never wanted to go back."

I don't know which sentence pierced the deliberately forgotten memory in my heart. A complex emotion flashed in the young man's clear light-colored eyes. After a long silence, he suddenly spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, like It is wrapped in strong and complicated emotions, but after listening carefully, I feel that there are no emotions at all, "If you are going to T City in China, I will ask the teacher later if I can go with you."

"Really?" Dilia looked at him overjoyed, with undisguised surprise and joy in her eyes, "It's great that you can go together, I can't bear to part with you."

Not long after she was happy, Dilia suddenly remembered something, frowned slightly and looked at him with some doubts, "No, didn't you never participate in art exhibitions related to China? Why did you suddenly change your mind?" ?”

The incomplete statue of the goddess in the middle of the lake looked extremely dilapidated and bleak in the sunlight. The young man raised his thick and long eyelashes slightly, and his pair of clear and round cat eyes moved slightly, looking at the flower stand set up on the grass The two famous paintings on the table, which still can’t get rid of some tiny but clear mildew spots on the corners even after being dried and wet, slowly said: “There is a Chinese idiom called capricious, when you understand its meaning , you will know why."

This time, the beautiful brows of the foreign girl who knew nothing about Chinese idioms frowned even tighter. She suddenly regretted why she didn't listen to Motoc's words and learn Chinese culture.

T City is an old city with a long history. Spring and autumn come and go, times change alternately. The houses in the old city are demolished and rebuilt, and the new buildings built in the same period are gradually stained with time in the silent passage of time. Traces of the old town slowly became.

Assistant Yang is a person who goes to the company 10 minutes early every day to check in, make a cup of coffee and watch the news for a while before starting a busy day. The elevator went up to the [-]th floor. As soon as he walked to his place, he saw the man at the end of the corridor. There was already someone in the office, and it was undoubtedly his workaholic boss, Mr. Ji, who came earlier and left later than his employees.

Many years ago, Ji Shixuan was not called Mr. Ji, and Assistant Yang's impression of him was limited to the handsome but stern boy who protected Xia Songyue behind him. Later, Ji Shixuan joined the company before graduating from university, but used It took two years to replace Xia Yuanqing's original position. After so many years, his position was promoted again and again, but he insisted on staying in Xia Yuanqing's office. Assistant Yang didn't know what happened, but just vaguely left It was known from friends that Xia Songyue had been missing for eight years, and Ji Shixuan had been looking for him for eight years, but found nothing.

While making coffee, Assistant Yang deliberately made an extra cup, stood outside the door and knocked three times, only to hear a deep and cold voice coming from the crack of the door, "Come in."

He opened the door and walked in, and saw the two photo frames on Ji Shixuan's desk at a glance. The tall and handsome young man on the ancient town bridge, and the young man with a pair of beautiful eyes bent with a smile, were undoubtedly Xia Songyue. In fact, Assistant Yang has seen these two photos at Ji Shixuan's home. On the wall of the living room, next to the TV, he even had a bold idea, thinking that when he went to deliver the documents, he would look at Ji Shixuan again. These two photos should be seen in every corner of the house, he looked away calmly, and put one of the cups of coffee on Ji Shixuan's table.

Ji Shixuan didn't raise his head, and looked at the document with a pen in his hand, with a distant and polite tone, "Thank you."

Assistant Yang withdrew to the side, watched Ji Shixuan open another document, and reminded him in a timely manner: "This is the letter of consent from a professor from the London Academy of Fine Arts who will hold an art exhibition in T City tomorrow. In the evening, it will be held at the T City Guild Hall for ten days. There will be many people from the business and political circles participating in his art exhibition, and he will also give us a lot of tickets. I still have two tickets left. If you are fine, you can also go together Let's see."

Ji Shixuan originally wanted to refuse, but after glancing at the list of guests attending the art exhibition, he found that several of them were high-level officials from the T City Police Department, so he nodded slightly and said, "Give me one later."

When Xia Songyue set foot on the hometown again after sitting on the plane for more than ten hours in a row, Xia Songyue felt as if she had passed away.

Dilia, who seemed to never run out of energy, dragged Motuoke around as soon as she got off the plane. He didn't have the energy, and his physical condition didn't allow it, so he went back to the hotel with his instructor.

Xia Songyue's tutor is named Van Gogh, perhaps because he is only one letter different from the painter Van Gogh, and he is also very talented in art. Professor Zheng has a fanatical obsession with painting and talents. This is why he insisted on bringing Xia Songyue back to London when he knew that Xia Songyue also had a very high talent for painting. Please, a genius is rare in a hundred years.

After taking a bath, Xia Songyue took off her hearing aids, lay on the bed and read a book for a while, and then fell asleep. When he woke up, he found that the sky outside the window was already bright, and the wall clock on the wall had already passed 07:30. It turned out that he had already fallen asleep. After more than ten hours, dragging his slightly sore body, after washing and changing the clothes to go out, the doorbell rang.

He put on his windbreaker and walked over to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Delia walked around happily in front of him, like a girl in love showing her new clothes to a man she loves, looking up at a beautiful The little face looked at him expectantly, "Does it look good? Song, my new dress."

Xia Songyue glanced at her dress that didn't cover her arms or legs, and silently felt a little cold. He gathered his coat and said, "Why don't you wear a coat, or you'll catch cold when you go out."

Dilia only grasped the point she wanted to focus on, "Get out? How did you know that I came to ask you to go out? Is this what you Chinese often say, "like smells like each other?"

She proudly showed Xia Songyue the idioms she had just made up, and she was ready to hear the other party praise her, but she saw Xia Songyue's mouth twitch slightly, looking at her very helplessly, "Di Li Ya, like-smelling is not how it works.”

The very studious foreign girl looked up at him with big talking eyes and asked curiously, "How is that used?"

Xia Songyue had a headache. After thinking about it, he decided not to discuss idioms with a foreigner, so he changed the subject and said, "I'm planning to go out today, you..."

What he wanted to say was, go and play by yourself, but before he could finish his words, Delia excitedly took his arm and said happily, "I'll go with you, I'll go with you wherever you go." Where are you going, let's go, let's go."

Xia Songyue was blocked by her repeated "Let's go" and couldn't say any words of rejection. He let her hold his arm as if giving up, drooped his long eyelashes slightly, and said in resignation: " Let's go then."

But before going out, he asked Delia to go back and put on an extra coat. After all, he was also very cold, and it would be very difficult for him to show a gentlemanly demeanor.