single sickness

The villa of Du Chi's family is located in a wetland park in the city center. There is a huge artificial lake when you go out, and you can occasionally see egrets flying by.

The car slowly passed the open area and entered the private residential area in the corner of the park. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, except for the sound of car tires rolling on the asphalt road.

Xiang Mo kept his face out of the window, seemingly admiring the scenery, but he was actually digesting his inner tension.

Although Du Chi said that his father had no objection to his sexual orientation and would not interfere with their affairs, the "should" in his mouth seemed to leave a 1% possibility of an accident, which made Xiang Mo feel uneasy.

"Don't be nervous." Du Chi held the steering wheel with his left hand, freed his right hand, and pressed the back of Xiang Mo's hand, "My dad will probably talk about your career."

--most.

Like "should", it is a word that represents uncertainty.

In fact, Xiang Mo couldn't think of any kind of accident. Perhaps, as Du Chi said, everything will go well, but he is not a social terrorist after all, and he can't deal with unfamiliar elders as generously as Du Chi did.

On the long table that can accommodate more than a dozen people to dine at the same time, the hosts serve exquisite dishes one after another.

Sitting at one end of the long table was a middle-aged man wearing a white polo shirt. He was wearing a sports watch on his wrist. He was in good shape. If it weren't for the crow's feet that occasionally appeared at the corners of his eyes, Xiang Mo could hardly tell that he would be as Du Chi. big son.

"About the art exhibition," he said slowly, without any emotion on his face, interrupting Du Chi, "Just contact my secretary."

People's micro-expressions can interpret a lot of information. Xiang Mo is not an expert in this field, but judging from the fact that Du Chi's father didn't look at him the whole time when he was speaking, he faintly felt that this elder didn't seem to like him very much. .

At that time, the chef came to the restaurant and introduced the dishes to the three diners, and the topic of the art exhibition did not continue.

Bamboo shoots from Jian'an, Fujian, bacon from Emei, Sichuan... Xiang Mo has never been particular about ingredients, but he has to admit that focusing on food can make people feel better when they are rejected by others.

"I mean, it's his exhibition."

To Xiang Mo's surprise, the chef had just left, and before the elders had time to pick up the chopsticks, Du Chi brought up the art exhibition again.

He bit the word "he" very hard, and emphasized: "It's not someone else."

"I know." Du Chi's father's tone was still calm, and he said unhurriedly, "I didn't say no, so I asked you to contact my secretary."

Hearing this, Xiang Mo suddenly realized that it wasn't that Du Chi's father didn't like him, but that he didn't care about him at all.

Just like when he told Xiang Mei at first that he had a boyfriend, Xiang Mei didn't care too much, but just asked him to pay attention to safety measures.

It was only after he asked Xiang Mei to come back to China to meet her that Xiang Mei became serious.

Du Chi's father is obviously the same.

He is unwilling to spend time on young couples who are not qualitative, because if the two of them break up one day, the time and affection he has devoted will be in vain.

Thinking about it in another way, if Xiang Mo was an elder, with his indifferent personality, he would probably be like this too.

Same-sex couples have never been as stable as heterosexual couples. Without the marriage certificate, vows seem so weightless.

Thinking of this, Xiang Mo woke up suddenly.

When did he start to envy the marriage certificate, the "tombstone of love"?

"That's how my dad is."

After lunch, Du Chi led Xiang Mo to the bedroom on the third floor.

In the spacious villa, there were many famous paintings hanging on the walls, many of them were painters that Xiang Mo liked. He was fascinated by them inadvertently, and he didn't pay attention to what Du Chi beside him was talking about.

"He doesn't pay much attention to things that he finds boring."

"I designed fonts, but he didn't understand at all, so he didn't allow me to do it."

"After I won an award, he went to learn about the industry, and now he offers to help me open a studio."

"Do you think he is particularly contradictory?"

"Wife." Du Chi stood still suddenly, looked at the back of Xiang Mo's head and asked, "Are you angry?"

"Huh?" Xiang Mo looked away from the famous painting and met Du Chi's eyes, "Why are you angry?"

Realizing that Du Chi was talking about his father, he shook his head again: "No."

It's better to be ignored than to be disliked. Xiang Mo will feel pressured if he has to say it, whether it's abusive words or warm treatment.Now he maintains a sense of distance from strangers, but he feels very relaxed, because he doesn't have to think too much.

"I'll go to his secretary again about the art exhibition."

"It's really unnecessary." Xiang Modi said so countless times, "It's also good to hold an art exhibition in an old bungalow."

"No." Du Chi frowned, "Your art exhibition must be held in Fang He."

Du Chi has always done things casually and doesn't care about many things.It was rare for him to be so stubborn, and Xiang Mo knew he couldn't say anything, so he simply changed the subject: "Didn't you want to show me something?"

Following Du Chi to his bedroom, the first thing Xiang Mo noticed was the floor-to-ceiling windows with panoramic views, from which he could see the endless lake outside.

In a serious scenic spot, this kind of scenery is nothing, but in the bustling downtown area, it is really rare to have such an eye-catching place.

Xiang Mo walked to the window and admired the clear water and blue sky outside the window: "The scenery is really good."

However, Du Chi suddenly walked behind him, pressed his shoulder and turned sideways: "I want you to watch this."

The line of sight was pulled away from the scenery outside the window, and finally fell on a wall in the bedroom.

I saw a half-open painting hanging above the tidy head of the bed.

The angel in the painting has wings symbolizing holiness and genitals representing desire. At first glance, the picture will give people a very big impact. After recovering, they will unconsciously explore what the author wants to express meaning.

Xiang Mo's eyes widened immediately, and he looked at Du Chi behind him: "What about you?"

Before he could even finish his sentence, he looked at the painting in disbelief again: "Why do you have this painting?"

"I bought it when I was watching pornographic movies." Du Chi said without seriousness, "The artist was not very willing to sell it to me at that time."

When the staff of the art museum came to inquire about the price, Xiang Mo really didn't want to sell it.However, the other party's speech skills were superb and his words were extremely sincere. He really couldn't refuse, so he quoted a price far exceeding his average level, thinking of using the price to persuade the buyer.

Unexpectedly, the buyer paid without saying a word. At that time, he still thought about who was being taken advantage of.

But having said that, in fact, Xiang Mo has always regretted selling this painting, especially when he was sorting out his works a few days ago.

This "Angel's Desire" is not Xiang Mo's most difficult painting with the most powerful technique, but it is his favorite one.

If the painter's career is divided into several periods, then this painting is Xiang Mo's early representative work, because it represents Xiang Mo who dared to think and do, and it is the lost self of Xiang Mo now .

And now, the painting is back.

"How could it be such a coincidence?" Xiang Mo was still in shock, "You moved to the old bungalow to find me?"

"Of course not, it's just such a coincidence." Du Chi withdrew his hand from Xiang Mo's shoulders and put his arms around his waist instead, "Didn't you notice? We are destined to be together."

Having said that, he turned Xiang Mo around and hugged him face to face: "So can you stop thinking about breaking up all day long? Huh? Wife."

Xiang Mo really didn't expect that he would form a relationship with Du Chi three years ago.

Looking at it now, how could that person be taken advantage of?What was bought was not the painting at all, but his heart.

The things that had been lost came back little by little, and drove away the only restlessness in Xiang Mo's heart.

"What should I do? Du Chi." He put his arms around Du Chi's neck, slightly raised his chin, "I found... I seem to be a little in love with you."

"Just now?" Du Chi raised his eyebrows slightly dissatisfied, lowered his head and kissed Xiang Mo's lips, "I fell in love with you as early as the first time I kissed you."