After teasing the school grass, I found out that I was chasing the wrong person

Introduction to Art——

"Today, we are going to talk about two systems in theater art, the Stanislavsky system and the Brecht system. Before that, I would like to ask everyone, which plays have you seen..."

The teacher was spitting all over the podium, while Hou Guo looked at the person around him in surprise, who was actually playing with his mobile phone, "Excuse me, are you my roommate Liang Huai?"

Liang Huai glanced at him sideways, and continued to read the WeChat conversation records between himself and Chen Yi'an.

Hou Guo was delighted, "It's only been a week, and I'm looking at you, and you're almost like a lookout stone."

Liang Huai ignored him, but slid the record of the conversation with Chen Yi'an to the day when he said he was going home, and then looked back slowly.

six days ago -

(8:23) Chen Yi'an: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

(8:40) Liang Huai: "Eat."

(12:14) Chen Yi'an: "Have you eaten Chinese food yet?"

(12:15) Liang Huai: "Yes."

(18:37) Chen Yi'an: "Have you had dinner yet?"

(18:37) Liang Huai: "Eat, what about you?"

(18:38) Chen Yi'an: "Me too."

(18:38) Liang Huai: "OK."

five days ago -

(19:45) Liang Huai: "When will you come back? Today, our dormitory and your original dormitory will have a hot pot party, waiting for you to join us?"

(21:04) Chen Yi'an: "No, I won't reply today."

(21:05) Liang Huai: [the other party does not answer the voice]

four days ago -

(10:01) Chen Yi'an: "Ah, I'm sorry Jing Jing, I went to bed early yesterday, so I didn't hear you."

(10:02) Liang Huai: [the other party does not answer the voice]

(23:00) Chen Yi'an: "I'm busy during the day, Jing Jing, you should go to sleep, good night."

(23:00) Liang Huai: "Didn't sleep."

"What are you busy with?"

(23:05) Chen Yi'an: "As for Vince, you probably don't know him. A very famous Italian fashion designer has come to China. My family members helped me set up a relationship. I've been studying with him these days."

(23:05) Liang Huai: "OK."

three days ago -

no.

two days ago -

(15:45) Liang Huai: "Hou Guo said he wanted to ask you what He Zhiguan likes, and wanted to buy it to comfort him. And congratulations, you won the No.1 design contest."

(21:08) Chen Yi'an: "I would also like to thank Jing Jing for being my model, okay, I'll contact Senior Brother Hou directly."

one day ago--

(23:59) Liang Huai: "Auntie, the dormitory manager, came to check the ward today and asked why you were not here. I said you have something to do at home and will be back soon, so you won't be back this week?"

This morning -

(03:12) Chen Yi'an: "I won't be back for the time being. I asked for leave with my professional teacher. The teacher is very supportive of my extracurricular study and took the initiative to extend the vacation for me and my counselor."

Liang Huai did not reply.

The conversation between him and Chen Yi'an looked very normal. For example, Chen Yi'an basically spoke more words than him in every sentence, would call him "Quiet", and his emotions were normal, but Liang Huai still felt it was too weird.

Because...too obedient, too sensible, more than enthusiastic, but not close enough.

Moreover, Chen Yi'an used to like to type a whole sentence and divide it into many interceptions. In the past, whenever Chen Yi'an spoke, it often caused his mobile phone to vibrate and bombard. However, every paragraph these days feels like it has been carefully edited. Feel a little cautious.

And as usual, whenever Liang Huai raised a topic, Chen Yi'an would pick it up immediately, and it would not be a problem to chat with him for a day and a night, but he didn't have it these days.

This made Liang Huai a little unfamiliar, to be precise, unhappy.

Hou Guo is the kind of person who will definitely desert after listening to a class for more than 3 minutes.

He also quietly took out his mobile phone to play, and he didn't know what he was doing, and he was smiling all over his face after a while.

Liang Huai shifted his gaze to his mobile phone, and sure enough, Hou Guo was chatting on WeChat with an avatar of "Disney Princess Ariel combing her hair".

This is what makes Liang Huai most uncomfortable. He and Chen Yi'an have only a handful of conversations these days, while the chat between Hou Guo and Chen Yi'an is very lively.

Liang Huai picked up the pen and wrote two words on the book, then put down the pen again and asked him:

"What are you talking about?"

Hou Guo was too engrossed in the chat to hear him, and ignored him.

So Liang Huai stabbed the back of his hand with the pen tip without saying a word.

"Aw!" Hou Guo twitched his hand violently in pain, "What? Oh, Xiao Yi'an said that Zhiguan likes to eat snail noodles. I'm now searching for the stinkiest snail noodles on the Internet. Would you like some?"

Liang Huai was a little speechless, stretched out his hand, and continued to take notes.

So now it's not called Chen Xuedi anymore, it's called Xiao Yi'an, right?

Suddenly, there was the sound of tearing the wrapping paper beside him, he didn't pay attention to it, and then a hand holding a purple candy suddenly stretched out and stuffed it into his mouth quickly and mercilessly.

In an instant, his mouth was filled with the rich taste of chocolate, with the aroma of almonds in it.

Liang held it in his arms, neither chewed nor vomited, and said vaguely, "What is this..."

"Xiao Yi'an Express bought it back to the dormitory, saying that he bought it for everyone to eat, and specifically told me to feed you two occasionally, lest you have hypoglycemia." Hou Guo also peeled one, and threw it into his mouth.

Only then did Liang Huai slowly taste the candy in his mouth.

After a long time, a sentence suddenly popped up: "Why didn't he come and ask me to eat it himself?"

Hou Guo crushed the candy in his mouth, "I'm afraid you might forget to eat it. I know you never say anything and everything is stuffy in your heart, so it's useless to talk to you. He also asks me every day about your sleep quality." How about it, did you fall asleep, so that I have to climb out of bed in the middle of the night to observe you quietly."

Liang Huai looked at him, "Don't you think it's strange?"

"What's strange?" Hou Guo was puzzled, "He cares about you so much, what do you want?"

Liang Huai frowned, but Chen Yi'an had said these words directly to him before.

Too much to send voice calls to Chen Yi'an, he always answered in seconds, but this week he took the initiative to send voice calls to Chen Yi'an twice, both of which were missed because he was busy.

Is it really that busy, or is it just his excuse.

At this time, his mobile phone vibrated, and he immediately threw away the pen, picked up the mobile phone and saw that the sender was Liu Xin, the owner of the Internet cafe, and his face immediately became dull.

"Ah Huai, is Xiao Chen busy with his studies recently? He told me that he might not come to work in an Internet cafe again in the future, and asked me to recruit new employees directly. One or two of you have left, and my shop is getting more and more Leng Qing, when will he come back after work? I am willing to wait for him, and you can help me persuade me, I will be fine if I work hard, and I can take over for him for a few more days."

Liang Huai stared at the phone in a daze, he didn't know when he would come back.

That night, at the Chen family mansion.

Chen Zongyuan entered the room, took off his suit jacket, and put it on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, and soon a servant came out to take it away.

He tore off his tie, held it in his hand, and walked to the restaurant on the second floor.

On the elongated white Western European dining table, exquisite meals were prepared, but the chairs were empty. He asked the servant who was serving him soup, "Where's An An?"

The servant sighed, "The young master is still in the room, he said he's not hungry, so he won't eat tonight."

"How can I do that?" Chen Zongyuan put down his tie, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, and rolled it up to his wrist, "Put a plate of his favorite dish, and I'll serve it to him."

The servant has been working in this family for 20 years, and the time is older than Chen Yi'an. It is almost watching him grow up, knowing his taste very well, and soon serving good dishes in small dishes, "how about I'll do it anyway."

Chen Zongyuan shook his head, took it with both hands, and went upstairs slowly.

When Chen Yi'an came home, his friend Chen's father happened to be there, and the imaginary quarrel did not occur, because when Chen's father asked him if he still might like girls, he didn't speak.

Chen's father said that he shouldn't be studying here, and his sexual orientation has become nondescript, so he continued to remain silent.

He just hugged the pillow on the sofa the whole time and stared at the coffee table in a daze. Father Chen said he was tired and told him to roll, and he walked back to his room silently.

Chen's father was out of breath, so he finally bought a plane ticket and traveled with Chen's mother to return to nature.

Holding the dinner plate in his hand, Chen Zongyuan walked steadily to the innermost room on the fourth floor, and knocked on the door of his room, but no one answered.

Because the interior space of the room is huge, there is a telephone leading to the interior at the door. He dialed in, but there was no prompt tone that was disconnected. do this kind of thing.

Chen Zongyuan had no choice but to open the door and enter, and then passed the living room, the dressing room, and the long aisle before reaching the study.

The door of the study room was open, and he walked in directly, not wanting a ball of paper to hit him on the head, or into the soup if he wasn't quick with his hands.

He hissed, and was about to call Chen Yi'an's name, only to find that the entire study room was full of white paper that had been drafted.

Chen Yi'an kept scratching his ears and cheeks left and right, his hair was scratched into a chicken coop, and his right hand kept tracing on the paper, as if he was very dissatisfied with what he drew, the end of the pencil was broken by his force, and it was stuck on the paper. Draw a long line on it.

"An'an, let's have something to eat first." Chen Zongyuan walked in, but the ground was covered with paper, so he couldn't get his foot down.

Chen Yi'an's voice was full of distress, "I'm not hungry, I'm very bored now, what exactly does Vince mean by 'red full of hunger'? I've been drawing for a day, but I haven't found any inspiration..."

Chen Zongyuan regretted finding this foreign teacher for Chen Yi'an, and the homework assigned to him actually tortured his brother like this.

He doesn't study art, he can't even understand this proposition, and he can't help his brother.

In the past few days, it is true that Chen Yi'an has classes at home, but it is not like what Chen Yi'an said, Vince came to China, and the Chen family happened to invite him.

But Chen Yi'an came back suddenly that day, and his mood was so wrong. Naturally, Chen Zongyuan would not force him to go back to class, so he thought of doing what he liked and specially invited the master back from Italy at a high price, so he could find a reason for the school. Asking for leave, it turned out to be a good intention, but I didn't want to, but it made my brother even more frustrated.

He stepped on the white paper, approached Chen Yi'an, put the dinner plate on his table, and took away the pen in his hand, "Eat first."

Chen Yi'an said helplessly: "I really can't eat..."

"While eating, tell me what happened to you and Liang Huai." Chen Zongyuan interrupted him, and then cleaned up the messy table for him.

Chen Yi'an was silent for a while, "Is it so obvious?"

Chen Zongyuan also threw a ball of paper onto his forehead, "Nonsense, I'm your brother."

Chen Yi'an stopped talking again, and silently stuffed the rice into his mouth. He had no appetite, but he could forcefully stuff it into his mouth. He didn't taste much, and just finished eating like that.

Chen Zongyuan had nothing to do with him, turned around and took out the medicine box from the drawer of the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of medicine, dragged a chair, and sat beside Chen Yi'an.He poured the potion on his hand and rubbed it in the palm of his hand:

"leg."

Chen Yi'an immediately stretched his legs to Chen Zongyuan's thighs, and there were dark purple bruises on his knees.

Chen Zongyuan aimed at the wound and rubbed vigorously upwards, "You said, what happened to you, it was so severe."

Speaking of this, Chen Yi'an pursed his lips, unwilling to answer, he took out an ipad, put it on the table, and clicked on a movie, all for relaxation during the creation period.

Chen Zongyuan put his legs down, got up and walked behind him, "Take off your shirt."

Chen Yi'an quickly lifted his shirt and threw it aside.

In the past few days, every time Chen Zongyuan saw the bruise on his back, he couldn't help but frown. The area was larger and the bruise was heavier. It had to be hit the ground multiple times to produce it.

After not applying the potion for him for a long time, Chen Yi'an asked strangely: "Brother?"

Chen Zongyuan came back to his senses and massaged the potion on his back to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

His attention was gradually attracted to the movie he was watching. This movie rarely had male characters, and most of the time it depicted two heroines. It seemed to be a story around painting.

Chen Zongyuan asked: "What's the name of this movie?"

"Portrait of a Burning Woman" Chen Yi'an replied.

It was a movie he'd fallen asleep halfway through, swore he'd never touch it again, and wanted to see it so much.

In the past few days, he has to look at the painting every time he finishes painting, and now he is finishing the painting.

He didn't get into the drama very much, and suddenly wanted to watch this movie just because of an obsession for no reason. He explained to Chen Zongyuan while watching:

"This story tells the story of a female painter who went to a small island in France in the 18th century to secretly paint a painting for a rich lady, who was about to marry a gentleman according to the family order, but she didn't like the marriage. , and did not cooperate to complete the painting, the female painter secretly observed the rich lady every day, approached her in the name of a friend, and finally the two fell in love."

Chen Zongyuan thought about it, "The story is beautiful."

"That's right." Chen Yi'an continued:

"But you can see that the ending is beautiful and not beautiful. The rich lady married the gentleman. Many years later, when the female artist participated in an art exhibition, she saw a painting. In the painting, the rich lady was holding a little girl, who looked very similar to her. Similarly, she already had a new life. After that, she went to watch a concert, and accidentally saw the rich lady sitting on the seat in the rich area, and the rich lady didn't notice her.

The female painter silently looked at the rich lady, and the rich lady thought of something while listening to the passionate symphony, and she couldn't help crying, crying choked up, sometimes with regret and a smile.

"He used to ask me to watch this movie."

By the time he finished speaking, Chen Yi'an's voice had already become nasal:

"Brother, I'm sorry, I lied to him.

I chased him with a purpose at the beginning, because I had some misunderstanding with him, so I planned to catch him and then get rid of him, but I didn't follow this plan completely, and being with him was also from the bottom of my heart. But later he found out about the plan by accident, and he said he didn't know whether he should continue to trust me, what should I do. "

He seemed to be talking to Chen Zongyuan, and he seemed to be talking to himself:

"This plan was wrong at the beginning. I was too naive. I tried to use emotional means to retaliate against a person, and now I am being backlashed by emotions. This must be God who can't see it and is punishing me.

I regret it, really, seeing Liang Huai suffer so much, I regret it. "

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Chen Zongyuan put a blanket on him, "You shouldn't tell me you're sorry, you should tell him."

"I've said it." Chen Yi'an said with red eyes, "I've said it many, many times, but this matter cannot be resolved by apologizing. He may understand me, but he may never forgive me for the harm I caused. It's already there, and it's not smoothed over with an apology.

"Brother, please scold me, I'm so bad, sometimes I feel that I can't forgive myself."

Chen Zongyuan stood there for a while, then bent down to pick up the clothes he threw away, "I really want to scold you, but if I scold you, can Liang Huai forgive you? If you do something wrong, you should try your best to make up for it , why not chase him back."

"I tried it, I really tried it." Chen Yi'an lowered his head, "He resisted me, the kind of instinct, which means that this matter in his heart has not passed. I always just thought that although this matter was done wrong, but It's not a big deal, just coax him with a hippie smile and he can get over it. I didn't expect this incident to put so much pressure on him, and he even suffered from insomnia every night.

I'm really selfish and selfish. I didn't know that a plan or a decision that I made easily would cause so much harm to others. "

The corner of his mouth was bitter, "It's not that I won't go back to school, but I dare not go back to school. Liang Huai's knot is me. If I stay with him again, he may feel even worse. I might as well hide Far away, he would be happier if he was out of sight and out of mind.”

Chen Zongyuan put his hands on his shoulders and said nothing.

Chen Yi'an raised his head, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, "Brother. Liang Huai scolded me, annoyed me, I don't care, what I'm afraid of is that now we still have feelings, we can't help but get closer, but what's in his heart What if we can never pass this hurdle? After a while, we will remember that no matter how deep our relationship is, there will be a day when it will wear off sooner or later.

"I'm so scared, Liang Huai and I will end just like the ending in the movie, just, just..."

Chen Zongyuan helped his head and let him lean on himself.

He pondered for a moment, Fang said:

"Do you like Vince's way of teaching? Do you want to continue to be his student. If you don't like him, you can ask whoever you want to teach you, and my brother will help you."

Chen Yi'an was startled, and looked up at him suspiciously.

Chen Zongyuan patted him on the back:

"Recently, the group is going to develop new projects in Italy. I want to run in both Italy and China for a long time. If you also go to study, my brother will live there with you."

Seeing that Chen Yi'an was silent, Chen Zongyuan's tone lightened:

"If there is something here that makes you unhappy or something you can't understand, brother can do everything he can to help you get out of here.

Brother will always be by your side.

I won't force you this time, you can make your own choices when you grow up. "