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

Mr. Park Bai and the others finished their morning exercises, and Song Ziyan didn't go home either.

Today is the day to go part-time with the senior sister who ran a studio that Randall knew.

The place is called Tongxi Ancient Town.

In fact, there is no profound history, a small and ordinary town, invested by local wealthy people.

Ready to be turned into a tourist attraction.

City S is about an hour by car from Tongxi Ancient Town, and an extra half hour by bus.

Randall didn't drive, he came to the park by bus.

When traveling, if it is not necessary, he usually chooses the bus and subway.

He likes to observe life in this way.

To go to the ancient town, Randall also planned to take the bus.

Song Ziyan had no objection, and went to the platform to wait for the train with his senior brother. After being embarrassed for a long time, he felt ashamed.

He really didn't blame Senior Brother for what happened last night.

He didn't know it at first, but his senior brother's sexual orientation was male.

It is described in the book that Shi Ge is different from his elder brother and Alex, and Shi Ge is not a straight man now.

So it's normal for senior brother to eat his place last night.

If he likes men, there is a good-looking man who will make a pose in front of him.

He certainly couldn't hold it.

Thinking of this, Song Ziyan felt even more ashamed.

This is also different from his brother, he and his brother are both straight men, and he seduces his brother.

Although the behavior is still excessive, it is definitely not excessive to seduce a male senior.

Song Ziyan doesn't know what the plot is today, but the plot in the book last night turned out to be - the senior brother didn't eat his food.

The elder brother was disgusted with his promiscuous behavior and asked him to leave the studio.

He was also upset about it.

Song Ziyan silently prayed that there would be no more episodes like that, and then saw that the bus hadn't arrived yet, so he told his senior brother and walked away.

When they came back, the car happened to be coming, and the two got into the car and sat in the last row.

Song Ziyan hesitated for a while, then took out a lighter that he bought at a convenience store in his pocket and gave it to his brother.

Randall paused: "Ziyan, what's wrong?"

Song Ziyan said unnaturally: "...When I was in the park, I saw that you didn't bring a lighter."

It wasn't long after the old lady asked senior brother if he had a girlfriend, and everyone joked about it.

He saw his elder brother go to the gazebo where no one was there, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and put the cigarettes back as if he didn't touch the lighter.

Randall seemed to recall that scene too, glanced at him, and then at the lighter lying in his palm.

It's a very common windproof style, with cute pictures printed on the body, and the words "All wishes come true" are written on it.

Randall looked up at him, looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and took it: "Then brother, thank you Ziyan?"

Song Ziyan was inexplicable and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a little bit less guilty.

"You're welcome," he took the initiative to find a topic, "Brother, do you come here often?"

Randall put the lighter in his pocket: "I will come when I have time. They are all seniors in the calligraphy and Chinese painting circles. You can gain a lot of experience talking with them."

The two brothers and sisters were chatting, and there was a tacit understanding, and they just didn't mention what happened last night.

The destination of their bus ride is the terminal.

The whole journey takes more than 40 minutes.

Song Ziyan was located by the window. The weather in S City in September this year was not too hot, and the air conditioner was turned on in the car, so the sunlight falling on his face through the window only felt comfortable.

Song Ziyan didn't sleep well last night. After driving for about 10 minutes, he stared dazedly and fell asleep.

Did not sleep well.

The seats are too hard, and when the bus stops at a stop, my head hits the hard back of the seat.

Randall noticed it, and raised the hand on his leg to mid-air, then dropped it suddenly.

Song Ziyan was half asleep and half awake, he didn't want to kowtow to the head, so he didn't lean on the back of the chair anymore, his head drooped, little by little.

Looking pathetic.

Randall sighed, and made a gesture to let him lean on his shoulder.

Song Ziyan tilted his body and fell over automatically.

The sweet and fruity aroma lingering in the nostrils suddenly became three-point thicker.

Landleton nodded, looked down at him, and found that he was indeed fast asleep.Then, he sighed.

Smile melancholy.

--Bus terminal, a small bus station.

They had to transfer to a bus, and Song Ziyan slept all the way to Tongxi Ancient Town, feeling refreshed.

Randall took him to find Li Nian, a senior senior who had arrived earlier.

The people Li Nianhe had brought had dispersed, and they got to know Song Ziyan enthusiastically, and took them to the place where she was going to paint.

Because this ancient town was promoted the day after tomorrow, many buildings are brand new.

The three came to a homestay, and Li Nian began to prepare painting materials.

What she wants to do is relief murals. Using the putty powder that has been mixed, first scrape out some outlines of the paintings, and then paint them after air drying.

In this industry, this form of mural painting is not new, but it is new to Randall Song Ziyan and the two of them who have never been in contact with it.

The two brothers watched Li Nian scrape the putty all morning. After lunch, Song Ziyan tried to do it. Afraid of messing it up, he shyly said that he would not do this kind of thing anymore.

Randall was the same, and Li Nian arranged for them to make ordinary murals for the two restaurants.

It was only when Song Ziyan was about to enter the door that he realized that the boss had no pictures.

The boss, a young guy, said distressedly: "I found a lot of pictures on the Internet, but I didn't find what I wanted. It doesn't feel like that, little brother, you should understand?"

"...Understood, but what should I draw?"

"You have to have a look first, if it doesn't work, I'll just use an unsuitable one."

The boss took him up to the second floor.

Song Ziyan's eyes were immediately attracted by a tree hibiscus with lush branches in the yard.

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen such a red hibiscus." Song Ziyan said in surprise.

The flowers of this tree hibiscus are bright red.

He has only seen two colors of pink and white, and he has a few at home.

The boss proudly said: "This is the shop's signature facade from August to October after it opened. I kept it when I was repairing the house."

"It's so beautiful. When I come here to play in the future, I will come to your shop to eat."

"Haha, you are indeed a handsome man. You really have a good eye. Sigh, but I haven't decided on the name of the shop, and here," the boss patted the blank wall, "There are many people and great power. Little artist, do you think painting What would be good?"

"Let me think about it." Song Ziyan looked around, and then came to the guardrail. Not far away was a wide river.

An abandoned boat is parked by the river.

Song Ziyan had an idea: "I thought of it. Listen to it and see if it works."

--In the evening, after six o'clock.

After Randall finished his work there, he called Song Ziyan and no one answered, so he went to find him.

The boss was cooking in the kitchen on the first floor, when he heard the voice of inquiry, he came out and told him that Song Ziyan was on the second floor.

Randall stepped up the stairs and walked through the corridor. As soon as his vision opened up, his steps slowed down suddenly.

Song Ziyan stood in front of a tree of fiery hibiscus, holding a paint tray in one hand and a brush in the other, with a serious and focused expression on the painting.

He probably sensed that someone was coming and raised his head.

Seeing that it was him, he burst into a smile that was more romantic and charming than the flowers behind him.

"Master."

The sky above their heads is like canned oranges soaked in sugar water.

Randall looked at him for a moment, smiled lightly, and walked towards him: "Haven't you finished the painting yet?"

"Right now," Song Ziyan finished the last few strokes, "Okay, there is only one poem left!"

"Poetry?" Randall looked at his painting. The theme should be the same wood hibiscus in this yard.

At a wine table next to the tree, two men wearing Futou raised their glasses and drank to each other.

Overlooking a river in the distance, two or three fishermen are sailing alone in small boats.

This is a mural that is quite suitable for this restaurant and this ancient town.

Song Ziyan in the Xiangxiang certificate said shyly: "I got the inspiration from Bai Juyi's poem "Welcome to drink under the hibiscus flower"."

Song Ziyan handed him a brush: "Brother Shi, if you write poems, I think running script is more suitable."

Randall didn't refuse, listened to him read it again, the writing was smooth and smooth, dense and dense - thinking about drinking two or three cups in the evening coolness, summoned Jiangtou drinkers.

Don't be afraid of autumn without companions and drunken things, the water lotus will be exhausted, and the magnolia will bloom.

--The boss smiled happily and was extremely satisfied with this work. When eating, he brought a jar of wine.

Open the lid, and the refreshing aroma of wine overflows.

This is one of the special products of Tongxi Ancient Town before it was developed, peach blossom wine.

The boss poured a big bowl full for Song Ziyan, and then poured it for Randall.

Randall stretched out a hand to hold the bowl: "I only need half a bowl."

"What's wrong?" the boss asked.

"Senior Brother doesn't drink very well," Song Ziyan explained, took a sip from the bowl, let out a haha, and narrowed his eyes, "It's so cold."

"Haha, this jar is kept in the refrigerator, it's for cooling off from the summer heat," the boss poured it for Randall, and Nahan said, "You French, you can't drink well? This peach blossom wine is only 15-16 degrees."

"No way," Song Ziyan said cheerfully, "Brother would get drunk after drinking that kind of RIO cocktail. It seems... two bottles."

What happened when he was 15 years old, Song Ziyan kind of forgot, looked at Randall: "Really?"

Randall smiled helplessly and nodded.

"...Good guy," the boss was amazed, "The RIO cocktail is only 3-4 degrees."

Randall sighed leisurely: "Maybe I have nothing to do with the fine wines in this world."

The boss had to pour half a bowl for Randall.

Song Ziyan took another sip of wine, put down the bowl, and wiped his mouth: "It's delicious!"

"Then drink more, enough," the boss motioned him to pick up some food, "I'll give you a pot when I go back."

"No need to give it away, I will buy it."

"Buy, buy, give back. You little painter helped me a lot today. Randall is also a contemporary master with good handwriting. Come, let's have a drink first."

The boss holds up the bowl.

Randall clinked the bowl, meaning to drink a little.

Song Ziyan took a big gulp.

At this time, the system that had not moved for a day spoke.