Please stay away from the life of fans

In Shen Nanxing's short, simple life of more than [-] years, and it can be said that there is no room for novelty, the only big ups and downs are this person in front of him - Luan Fan.

Not accurate, it should be Luan Fan's younger sister.

It was also the little girl who made him finally run towards the designer with firm footsteps.

It was a severe winter, and the city had the third snowfall since Shen Nanxing had any impressions. He returned to the dormitory from the teaching building, and Luan Fan was waiting downstairs in the dormitory.

His younger sister, Luan Yi, was still in high school and was part of the school's dance team, but unfortunately, an accident happened during a stage performance in her sophomore year. Luan Yi's plank shattered and her right leg was broken when she was dancing on the high stage.

It was amputated at the knee.

The little girl was languid for more than half a year, and recovered to the point of crying, but she never gave up.

Luan Fan's family was not a wealthy family in the first place, and all the money was spent on treatment expenses and miscellaneous medicines and equipment. In the face of the strong vitality displayed by his sister, he was actually a bit difficult-he couldn't support a decent set. dress.

Luan Yi's high school graduation performance may also be her last dance.

"I learned this because she dances, and I can make beautiful dresses for her." Luan Fan was really helpless at the time, and the tuition was all earned by himself, "Nanxing, I beg you this time."

"You are the first in the professional class. I want her to graduate beautifully and say goodbye to the dance without regret. I will pay you back the fabric money."

Their roommates have been roommates for several years, except for occupying seats in class and eating, they have not said many heartfelt words. That is the only time when the two of them talked about Xue Mei's shoulders with moisture.

Luan Fan took a sip of his wine and didn't sit with the group of friends for the time being. He sighed as if he had walked away for most of his life: "I really thank you that time, she was beautiful that day."

Shen Nanxing spent a long time designing the skirt, and Luan Yi said that it should not cover the prosthetic limbs, and it should look particularly positive.

He met Luan Yi once, she was a very optimistic little girl, he really didn't expect that the little girl was so small and she danced street dance.

She said that she wanted to dance in a skirt and had been waiting for her brother's first skirt, but the sudden incident changed her mind.

Shen Nanxing felt that no matter how cool a girl was at this age, she still had to be a little girly. The black skirt was matched with a light pink ribbon, and a reflective tape was added. The light was shining brightly, like a concentrator.

Shen Nanxing didn't know what the graduation performance looked like, but only saw the photos sent by Luan Fan, Luan Yi's prosthetic limbs were covered with colorful flowers.

She is those stubborn little flowers, growing wildly towards the light in her heart.

It took more than a year for Shen Nanxing to recover until he could really dance, but when he saw the photo, he felt that he had participated in this difficult healing process.

The clothes he made are miraculously colored with healing.

But this is just an episode of his college life, if he hadn't met Luan Fan here today, this would have been buried in his long life.

is one of the silent pillars.

Shen Nanxing also came back from the memory and asked, "Is she still dancing?"

Luan Fan nodded: "But I don't dance much. Now that I'm in college, I opened a dance studio with my dormitory classmates. It's because I saw you opened a studio."

"Just do what you do."

As he spoke, he began to mention Lu Shengkuo: "I didn't expect to meet you here, nor did I expect you and..."

Lu Shengkuo has been working on the background board, wanting to know more about Shen Nanxing from their words, and when he heard about himself, he stared at the person in front of him.

Luan Fan was a little drunk, with curiosity in his eyes: "Is he the one you liked in college?"

Shen Nanxing choked: "Huh?"

"You don't stay in the dormitory during the holidays. Except for going home, you go out mysteriously." Luan Fan blinked, a little confused, but felt that it was not appropriate to go on, and looked at Lu Shengkuo again, "Brother, don't mind, I Really curious about him."

Lu Shengkuo: "..."

I am also curious.

The tips of Shen Nanxing's ears started to turn red, in that kind of helpless gesture, he wanted to change the subject.

Luan Fan was very relaxed now, and said with a "sigh": "Actually, it's nothing, you are in your twenties, and your current boyfriend probably doesn't mind about the past."

It's not a matter of mind or not...

Shen Nanxing was beating in his heart, what reason could there be more reasonable than not going to meet the person he likes.

Luan Fan directly grabbed his way: "From the first month you came to the dormitory, we were discussing whether you like someone, always holding the phone to watch, sometimes chatting late, and buying a lot of things In the past, did you still talk about grabbing tickets?"

He laughed: "At that time I thought you were chasing a star-chasing girl."

"Brother, I didn't mean that." Luan Fan always felt that he was pointing at offending Lu Shengkuo with these two sentences, "I mean what we guessed at the time, it's not Shen Nanxing, that's it."

Lu Shengkuo frowned slightly in the east and west, and was even more confused.

Boss Shen felt that there were too many people in this shop, and the various skewers were too hot when served, and the sound of sizzling oil pierced the eardrums.

Luan Fan touched his glass with the bottom of the glass: "Were you with him at that time? I think it has something to do with him."

Shen Nanxing: "!!!"

Lu Shengkuo: "What ticket?"

"What ticket..." Luan Fan scratched his head, and took out his mobile phone from the orange beach pants, "I'm looking for a cloud disk, once he rushed back to the dormitory, just from Xiamen? No I remember too much, I was going to go out anyway, and I left a ticket stub on the ground.”

Shen Nanxing: "!!!!!!"

Xiamen!

His high-speed memory is like a Mercedes-Benz maglev train. He went to see a fan meeting in Xiamen, and when he came back, he happened to get something nearby, and he was in a hurry to go home to get it.

When he came back, the ticket stub was sandwiched between the title pages of the book on the table, and he never thought that he would fly to the ground with him.

"Wait, why do you store these in the cloud disk..." Shen Nanxing wanted to change the subject again, "You still have a lot of things in the cloud disk?"

"At that time, the memory of my mobile phone was small," Luan Fan fumbled for a long time, and finally pulled out the photo, "Here it is!"

Lu Shengkuo really wanted to see, Shen Nanxing couldn't pull it out, so what's the point?If you don't pull it, it's over.

People who have participated in the ticket stub can tell what it is for at a glance.

Lu Shengkuo naturally recognized it too. He was a little surprised at first, but after only a few seconds, he became even more puzzled.

Luan Fan felt that he had done something wrong again, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "This ticket, can't it be about you?"

Lu Shengkuo: "My fan meeting."

Luan Fan: "..."

Shen Nanxing's heart was already in turmoil, it was too sudden, he looked into Lu Shengkuo's eyes.

Lu Shengkuo didn't intend to let him go: "Did you bring someone to see? Or did you come to see me alone?"

"........."

Lu Shengkuo: "Did you like me back then?"

Shen Nanxing's heart: I like it, but it's not this kind of liking... In that case, I like it or don't like it...?

In the end, he could only say "ahhh" twice.

It's the first time I'm so short of words.

He could only say, "I didn't bring people to see it."

"No one with you?" Luan Fan took a bite of the melon and gnawed down, then asked, "Then you went alone? To see the fans - the meeting..."

He was stunned for a moment, meeting Lu Shengkuo's eyes, and suddenly had an indescribable illusion.

It seems that I understand something, but I don't fully understand it.

Lu Shengkuo's eyebrows were stretched, but not completely stretched. Suddenly, he pressed on step by step, "Then why did you come to see it?"

In the end, Shen Nanxing drank a few cups, but he couldn't think of the exact words, so he could only press his hand in the end: "Wait for me to organize the words."

In Lu Shengkuo's eyes, Shen Nanxing is almost familiar now. In fact, to him at this moment, the reason doesn't seem to be very important. It's not that he brings someone he likes to see, and he runs to Xiamen quietly by himself, and doesn't come close. It was so quiet that Lu Shengkuo couldn't remember it.

It's just a little stunned, thinking of the scene of Shen Nanxing drowning in the crowd of fans, there is a slight sourness.

"Why are you here?"

He was asking the people around him, and he was also asking himself in his heart.

The three of them had something in their minds, and Shen Nanxing urgently needed to buffer something, so he chose to drink silently after changing the subject.

Lu Shengkuo didn't stop him, neither did Luan Fan.

It was the first time for the two of them to see Shen Nanxing like this. They usually don't talk about being in a stable state, at least they don't deliberately avoid drinking alone.

Luan Fan called Lu Shengkuo in a low voice by puffing out his cigarette: "Brother, I think he's been tricked, and he should really like you."

The brother's brows were completely relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were raised and he nodded.

"Don't force him to talk when you go back." Luan Fan was still a little tight to the roommate, "He was very busy before. Although you two are together like this, you are both men."

He touched his cheek.

Lu Sheng understood, poured wine and touched him.

Shen Nanxing was really drunk, he knew that he would be left speechless when asked this trip back, so he simply poured one first.

Bian Yi was waiting for him at the hotel, watching him dragging Shen Nanxing stumbling and swallowing the scolding words: "Why are you still drinking? You haven't?"

Lu Shengkuo just drank two glasses of beer and shook his head without changing his complexion.

As soon as Shen Nanxing entered the room, he threw up on the toilet. Lu Shengkuo had no choice but to go to Xu Ting to get honey water and hangover medicine.

When turning back, Shen Nanxing supported the sink to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes were red from drinking, and his pupils were slightly dilated.

Lu Shengkuo watched him rinse his mouth with water, as if he had woken up countless mornings to wash his face unkempt, the water rolled down his cheeks.

But it was different at this time, Shen Nanxing paused for a moment, then smacked his lips: "Bitter."

The person who vomited was like this, Lu Shengkuo helped him wet the face towel and wipe his face: "Do you want to take a bath?"

The drunkard is very uncomfortable now. He still has a good capacity for alcohol, but when he drinks too much, his thinking is a little messed up.

Shen Nanxing: "I want to lie down."

"Wipe off before going to lie down." Lu Shengkuo tugged at him and helped him take off his coat.

Shen Nanxing took off his inner clothes again, saying that it was hot, and he was about to make a fuss. Lu Shengkuo didn't hold him down, and watched him even take off his pants, and helped him take a shower.

After putting the person on the bed, Lu Shengkuo went to wash it himself.

He thought that the person lying on the bed had to go to sleep directly, but no, Shen Nanxing's eyes were wide open, and he even looked around, a bit like seeing a stranger's Xiaoman.

Lu Shengkuo pulled him up, and Shen Nanxing began to take off his bathrobe again, talking about how hot he was.

Afraid that he would catch a cold, Lu Shengkuo didn't take off his clothes, let him lie on his body, and covered him with a thin blanket.

Shen Nanxing kept staring at him.

Really unable to take it anymore, Lu Shengkuo stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and scratched his palm a few times with his slightly stiff eyelashes.

A little itchy, he let go again, curled his fingers and pinched the palm of his hand.

"Brother Shen," the room was very quiet, only the sound of the air conditioner blowing air, Lu Shengkuo held his armpit up and hugged him, "Brother Shen, are you happy now?"

Shen Nanxing's eyes sparkled and he smiled, "Happy..."

"How happy are you?"

Shen Nanxing: "My heart is opening."

Lu Shengkuo took a few quick breaths, and was amused to laugh: "The heart already has petals."

Shen Nanxing's voice was a little slow, with blunt raving, and his tone was sticky, making people drown. He shook his head: "It's not the same, I'm the very happy, very happy kind of opening my petals!"

There was no logic or meaning in the words, but Lu Shengkuo was extremely sweet.

He stroked Shen Nanxing's hair, and suddenly remembered that in that hotel, he pressed this person by the bathtub. The two of them were confused and helpless. In a state where he couldn't control himself, he bit him, trying to make him Be sober, it hurts enough to push yourself away.

But this person didn't, he didn't cross the limit, and he didn't give up, and it seemed that he said something at that time...

Shen Nanxing said: "Lu Shengkuo, bear with me a little longer, how about I use my hands?"

He didn't refuse, he wanted to help him.

Later, there was a lot of talk and the sketch incident, but they didn't leave half a step.

Lu Shengkuo's fingers touched his cheeks to his chin. What kind of mentality is it that can draw a design draft similar to a certain person, and then never draw the outline above the neck?

Shen Nanxing grabbed his hand, gently squeezed his five fingers into the gap between his fingers, and blinked a little blankly.

The more Lu Shengkuo looks at it, the more he likes it. Now Brother Shen is very good, as if he can let him do whatever he wants. At other times, he is indifferent, busy, and frowned seriously under the camera...

Shen Nanxing's face at that time came to mind, he said so resolutely, "There is no need to borrow me to mess with Lu Shengkuo".

Later, they lived together, they said they were speculating on CP but they actually dated, they were so angry that they beat Ji Jiang and gave him a home.

It's all like Shen Nanxing's instinct.

"Xiao Kuo." Shen Nanxing called him suddenly.

Xiao Kuo said "Huh?" and stroked his hair, exposing his smooth forehead.

Shen Nanxing seemed to like it very much, and pressed his palm with his eyes closed like Xiaoman.

He was lazy, resting his chin on his chest: "The mouth is bitter."

The slightly frowned eyebrows seemed to have a slight frown in Lu Shengkuo's heart.

A cup of warm honey water made Shen Nanxing feel a lot better, hooked his neck and kissed him: "Do you dislike it?"

Lu Shengkuo told him to lie down more comfortably, and pressed his elbows: "What do you dislike?"

The person on the body struggled like a child: "My mouth is bitter!"

Lu Shengkuo pinched his chin to make him look up, sweeping across the honey-scented mouth.

Shen Nanxing's breathing was heavier than usual, being led to kiss back, his whole body stretched, and he murmured "hmm" several times in his throat, and finally parted panting, with mist in his eyes.

Lu Shengkuo wiped the bright color on the corners of his lips and smiled: "It's not bitter, it's sweet like honey."

His fingers penetrated into Shen Nanxing's hair again, making the person in his arms rub his head comfortably.

Shen Nanxing liked listening to Lu Shengkuo's heartbeat so much, it was a little fast and chaotic at this moment: "Xiao Kuo, your heart seems to be about to jump out."

Lu Shengkuo's dark pool-like eyes were full of him, slightly drunk and flushed, confused and obedient. This state actually made it a little difficult for him to suppress his impulse.

"Brother Shen, when did you like me?" This sentence was still asked.

The voice is hoarse, hiding the emotion that is just around the corner.

Shen Nanxing was like a doll that had been unwinded, only breathing slowly while lying on Lu Shengkuo's stomach.

After a long, long, long time, Lu Shengkuo thought he had fallen asleep, and his eyelids were heavy. He wanted to turn off the light, but saw Shen Nanxing's eyes were still open.

He stared too hard, his eyes were a little red, he propped his head up on the bed suddenly, his eyes sparkled.

"I don't know?" Eyes quickly filled with water, and Shen Nanxing's expression was a little dazed, "It was a long, long, long time ago..."

He grabbed Lu Shengkuo's hand and pressed his palm against his heart. That heart was beating vigorously, and he could feel the heat through his muscles.

"It seems that it grows just to like you."

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