I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

It was the beginning of September, and the roses climbing on the railing were in full bloom, and occasionally a few came out of the gap.

Since four o'clock, the sky has been gloomy, presumably it is going to rain.

On the eve of the rain, the air was dull, and the already fragrant flower fragrance became more intense.

Song Ziyan felt dizzy when he heard it.

At this time, the female students stopped appreciating Biren and said that it was going to rain, so hurry home.

Turning around and bumping into Song Ziyan, a female student immediately uttered "Fuck".

"Beauty!"

Embarrassed, Song Ziyan hurried away and came to the ancient solid wooden door with two red lanterns hanging on it.

Song Ziyan clenched his fists, hesitating, his forehead and back were sweating.

After a while, he worked up his courage and walked in.

This teahouse is an antique building, and the owner is an old man with a beard who makes tea in the yard.

That was Randall's grandfather in China.

Old man Bai's family friend.

The two old people are in their sixties and five, and they have a lot of children and grandchildren. The family business has long been let go and handed over to their children.

After old man Bai retired, he regained his hobbies and didn't care about some false names.

Idle and idle, now working as a Chinese painting teacher in the Chinese painting major of S University.

Song Ziyan reported that he majored in traditional Chinese painting, and he would become a student of Mr. Bai by then.

So is Randall.

And this old man Shen opened this teahouse.

In the book, Mr. Shen recognized him, but Song Ziyan didn't know about it.

The system only tells him what to do at the current stage in case he actively disrupts the plot.

Song Ziyan asked Randall to the waiter who asked him what he needed, and he led him to the yard conveniently.

When they came to an arched door, Song Ziyan waited by the wall.

"Master Randall, a Miss Song is looking for you and claims to be your friend."

"Miss Song?" Randall, who was leaning on the laurel tree, thought for a moment, before probably guessing who it was, straightened up, and put out the half-burned cigarette in the ashtray, "Ask her to come in."

"Okay," the waiter turned around, and made a gesture of invitation to Song Ziyan, "Miss Song, you can go in."

"Okay, thank you," Song Ziyan squeezed his fingers nervously, but didn't move, "You, you go to work first, I'm sorry."

After the waiter left, Song Ziyan stood where he was, his heart was beating like thunder, and he couldn't take the next step.

If it's okay to wear men's clothes, it's too bad to wear this one.

Originally, the senior brother saw another unbearable scene today.

In the car in the afternoon, the reason why he cried was because his senior brother saw him.

At that time, he didn't think about what to do when he wanted to go through the plot. He was simply ashamed to be seen by people he knew well.

Emotions rose all of a sudden.

Now again...

He was afraid of explaining what was going on in the car, but his elder brother wouldn't believe him, so he wondered why he still came to seduce me.

This junior is really slutty.

Song Ziyan kept pinching his fingers, his palms were sweating, his back was sweating, and his chest... was also sweating.

He can't be calm at all.

He thought in a mess again, otherwise, or just break the can and smash it.

With my senior brother, I use a prodigal image.

The excuse of being tricked was used on the senior brother who saw him kissing Uncle Yanqing.

In the book, he thought he had a good idea, but it was actually not a good idea at all.

His excuse is to play games, which is unrealistic.

In the courtyard, seeing that no one came, Mr. Shen looked back and said, "Isn't there a girl who came to see you?"

Randall was also puzzled, and looked in the direction of the arch, and his eyes instantly burst into a touch of red.

The arches are made of bluestone bricks, and the walls are hollowed out with carved windows.

The man outside was leaning against the wall, unable to see his face, only his long brown hair like a spring fire.

Randall was slightly stunned. He had only seen two people with hair of this color.

One is Natasha, the mother of junior disciple Song Ziyan.

The other person is Song Ziyan.

Randall was about to go to check, when Song Ziyan appeared in the archway.

At the moment, Randall was stunned.

He recognized Song Ziyan in this woman's attire at a glance.

Song Ziyan dodged his eyes, and greeted softly with a blushing face: "Senior brother."

At this time, Mr. Shen looked over.

Randall came back to his senses, stepped aside, and blocked Mr. Shen's gaze.

Old man Bai taboos such things, so his disciple naturally knows it well.

Mr. Shen and Mr. Bai are different, but it is hard to guarantee that they will leak out when they get together.

He said: "Go outside and wait for me first, I will come right away."

Song Ziyan nodded, and when he turned around, he deliberately walked to the side, meeting the eyes of Old Master Shen who was looking over.

Being recognized by Mr. Shen is one of the plots he wants to leave.

Mr. Shen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed cheerfully, and got up: "Little girl, stay a while. You can chat here, I just happen to be going back."

"I'll see you off." Randall had no choice but to speak, and then told Song Ziyan to wait a moment.

Old Man Shen with his hands behind his back, was about to walk out of the corridor, and asked him, "When did Bai Qihong accept a female disciple?"

When Randall heard it, he knew that he had seen it, and smiled helplessly: "You must not say it."

"Am I the kind of talkative person? I didn't expect that kid Song Ziyan to have such a hobby."

Randall didn't understand it either, and he couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the afternoon.

Mr. Shen asked again: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Randall likes men, and Mr. Shen knows that they are more like friends than grandparents.

Mr. Shen has a gentle temperament, is kind and approachable, and is a very caring elder.

Randall shook his head and said with a smile, "Not yet, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Then you have to be careful."

"what for?"

Mr. Shen thought for a moment, and said: "I shouldn't get involved in the affairs of you young people, but you are my grandson, and Song Ziyan is Bai Qihong's old and stubborn grandson. If you are together, Bai Qihong will find out about you, and he will pick you up." A layer of skin."

Randall laughed: "Where are you talking about, Ziyan and I have absolutely no other feelings."

Old Man Shen also laughed, how old is he, can he not see what that kid Song Ziyan is up to.

He didn't say much, just reminded him: "Anyway, don't be fooled by the beauty, there is a knife on the head of the color. That's it, don't give it away, don't make people wait too long."

Randall has been deeply influenced by Chinese culture in the past two years and insisted on sending his elders to the parking lot.

On the way back, he thought about Mr. Shen's words.

Back in the yard, Song Ziyan was sitting on a stone bench, surrounded by clusters of fragrant roses.

However, the red and pink ones are not as beautiful as Song Ziyan's beautiful face.

At this moment, he is still wearing women's clothes, he really looks like a delicate and beautiful girl.

Randall admired it for a few seconds without any distractions, walked down the steps, and said, "Ziyan."

Song Ziyan raised his eyes when he heard the words, and immediately stood up.

Randall walked to the marble tea table, lifted the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it to the opposite side of the table.

Song Ziyan came over and sat opposite him with an unnatural expression.

Randall poured himself a glass, sat down, and asked with a warm smile, "Did you come here for dinner?"

He thoughtfully didn't ask Song Ziyan why he was wearing women's clothes, in fact, he didn't care.

Everyone has their own pros and cons, and besides, it is not surprising that beautiful women wear beautiful clothes.

Song Ziyan nodded, looked at the orange-yellow tea in Hetian Qingyu, and used the excuse in the book, whispered: "I helped my friend who opened the Taobao store take a few sets of women's clothing, and then I had a meal, and then passed by... to look outside Here you go."

Randall understood, and said with a smile: "Senior brother hasn't had dinner yet, if you don't mind, can I have a little more with my senior brother? The dim sum here is very good."

Song Ziyan naturally responded, "Okay."

The two went to the box, and while waiting for the food, it started to rain outside the window.

The rain was heavy, and in a short while, the ground was full of water.

Song Ziyan liked rainy days very much. Standing by the window and watching, the gurgling rain diluted most of the tension in his heart.

The door rang, the waiter came to serve the food, and after a while, it closed again.

Coincidentally, Randall, who was on the phone, also came back. Song Ziyan looked away, fisted, and cheered himself up.