Blow

I officially received the admission notice at the end of July.

At that time, Xia Jue was used to going back and forth between Echo Gallery and Wen Xiao's house every day.Except for Saturdays and days, he arrives at the gallery at 08:30 in the morning and stays until five or six in the afternoon. Even lunch is settled in the open rest area at the end of the corridor.

Not long after this, Wen Xiao found that the way he and Xia Jue got along had changed.At first, he was supposed to attend classes with Xia Jue, but neither he nor Wen Rushi had inherited his mother's artistic cells. For them, the training and practice in the studio was okay occasionally, but too much would be a bit torturous.

Xia Jue noticed that he was absent-minded, and began to persuade him to go to the nearby gymnasium to exercise, or go to the library to read.Wen Xiao went there once, twice... Later, the two gradually reached a subtle understanding, that is, they went out together in the morning and said goodbye at the fork; in the evening, one went to find the other, and then went home together .

This pattern is somewhat similar to that of their repeat studies, but there are also obvious differences, because when they communicate with each other, they no longer talk about a common topic: the college entrance examination; but other things that are more different.Their life, which has been closely intertwined since they met, has slightly loosened, and each has extended an extra branch.

Wen Xiao originally thought that he would feel irritated by this loss of control, but after actually facing it, he felt that it was not unacceptable.

For example, when he finished playing ball and stood at the entrance of the gallery covered in sweat, Xia Jue, who forgot to take off his apron and had a lot of paint on it, came out. The moment the two looked at each other, there was a very special feeling. The feeling, as if two originally unrelated worlds collided only because of them, sparking a wonderful spark.

During the period, they also ran into Ni Jia by chance.

Because of rereading, there was no spare time at all, and the two of them never went to Ni Jia's gallery again. Only when they met this time did they realize that "Dongliu" is about to close, and a large number of Ni Jia's paintings will be transferred to Fang Qinxin's. "Echoes" is on display for consignment.

According to her own opinion, on the one hand, the reason is that she will go abroad for a long-term residence in the near future, and on the other hand, the operation of traditional galleries is becoming more and more disadvantaged in the market, and it is becoming more and more difficult.

Unknowingly, on a Sunday in late August, Wen Xiao booked a flight ticket to Beijing in advance, and started to pack his luggage first.

He spread the suitcases on the ground and filled them in by category.Xia Jue was holding a notebook beside him, drawing sketches of his various poses.

At the beginning, the painting style was normal, and then the people and clothes on the paper became less and less—Xia Jue seemed to have a perspective in his eyes, and automatically passed through the clothes to cover up, and drew a lot of Wen Xiao's nudes/bodies.

He kept drawing until he blushed unbearably, then stopped.

"What's wrong, your face is so red," Wen Xiao noticed something was wrong with him, got up and asked, "Heatstroke?"

The air conditioner was obviously on in the room.

Xia Jue hurriedly closed the sketchbook, trying to cover it up and said, "No, you read it wrong."

Wen Xiao glanced at him lightly, walked over, and stretched out a hand.

Xia Jue hesitated for half a second, then obediently handed over the notebook.

Then there was the sound of Wen Xiao constantly turning the pages.After flipping through, he said calmly, "The painting is not bad."

"That's still far away," Xia Jue subconsciously said modestly, "The teacher said that I have talent, but the serious art students are much more talented than me, and their foundation is also solid. Just have to try harder."

After hearing what he said, Wen Xiao's expression didn't change. He nodded and said in a declarative tone: "There is indeed room for improvement."

"Where?" Xia Jue asked immediately, forgetting to blush.

Wen Xiao turned the page to him, pointed to a certain place and said, "The picture here is too small."

"..." The redness that had just faded from Xia Jue's face burned up again in an instant. He jumped up and grabbed the sketchbook, hugged it in his arms, and stared at Wen Xiao angrily, "Is it fun to play hooligans?"

Only then did Wen Xiao smile, and said, "Who is playing the hooligan? If he has the ability to seduce me, he doesn't have the guts to admit it?"

"Just admit it," Xia Jue murmured softly, "But you can't distort the facts, right—how am I too small?"

Wen Xiao paused, and suddenly untied the belt in front of Xia Jue, the metal buckle made a crisp sound.

He has a strong figure, his muscles are not stretched, but tightly drawn, his waist is lean, and after the belt is removed, the waistband of his trousers is loose and hangs down slightly.This kind of scene obviously shows nothing, making people feel sexy/sexy for no reason.

Xia Jue put the sketchbook aside, and slowly put her two long legs back on the chair. She curled up in a ball, her hot face pressed against her knees that were blown by the cold air.

Wen Xiao didn't make any further moves. He stared at him for a while with a half-smile, then hung up the belt casually, then turned around and continued to pack his things.

"...Tricking me again," Xia Jue muttered behind his back, "Isn't it just painting you? It will be difficult to see each other in the future, so narrow-minded."

Wen Xiao didn't turn his head back: "I said I'll visit you."

Xia Jue jumped off the chair with bare feet, stepped on the floor and squatted opposite him.

"To beg for marriage?" Wen Xiao asked.

Xia Jue said, "It's a kidnapping." Stretching her neck, she pecked Wen Xiao's face.

Just kidding.Wen Xiao thought it was funny, and lifted the man up easily with his armpits, flung himself on the quilt, and personally explained what the real "snatching a marriage" is.

Xia Jue's breathing was disordered, and after being released, she spread her limbs, and put one arm and one leg on Wen Xiao's body in a lawless manner.

"It's so fast," he said for a long time, "how could it be so fast? Didn't the college entrance examination just end yesterday? Didn't it mean that this summer vacation will last for three months?"

Wen Xiao said: "One semester plus exams is only eighteen weeks, four and a half months."

Xia Jue didn't answer, but turned over and put her arms around his waist.Wen Xiao was reclined on the bed, with one leg hanging underneath, and his toes touched the edge of the suitcase.He kicked lightly, as if this would take away the melancholy of the imminent parting a little bit.

The room became quiet.

"Have you ever painted yourself?" Wen Xiao suddenly asked after a while.

"Self-portrait?" Xia Jue said, "Yes."

Wen Xiao continued to ask: "To wear or not to wear?"

"..." Xia Jue came to his senses.

"Be good," Wen Xiao turned his head to look at him, his fingers passed through his smooth hair with a certain meaning, "draw a few more pictures before I leave."

Xia Jue didn't respond.

But in the end, before Wen Xiao set off, he still gave Wen Xiao a bound booklet.

"That...you can only read one page a week," Xia Jue whispered again at the airport, "Otherwise, I really won't draw for you next time."

Wen Xiao said: "So as long as I read one page a week, there will be another one?"

Xia Jue made a gesture to hit him.

"Come on, it's heavier," Wen Xiao said with a smile, "It's better to be able to hurt until the next time we meet—or you just have to be poisoned? Wubu Sanhe's top is red, everything is fine, and those who have regular attacks So, I have a legitimate reason to ask for leave to come to you to get the antidote."

Xia Jue was amused by his rare whimsy, lightly patted his chest, and said, "Okay, let's go."

Wen Xiao pressed his palm against his chest for a moment, and then said: "It's really poisonous - let's go."

The soaring ceiling of the airport, the huge roar of the engine, and the echoing broadcast.Wen Xiao walked away slowly, all this lay between them.

When two people stand together, they often feel that the world is just like this, but once they are separated, the overwhelming sense of loneliness sweeps the sky, making people feel extremely small in an instant.

Wen Xiao turned around for the last time in front of the security gate, and saw Xia Jue still standing there.He waved his hand over there, and when he turned around, his vision was unsurprisingly blurred.

Wen Xiao tried his best to control his eye sockets, trying to suppress the soreness.The female security inspector who checked the documents was stared inexplicably, and even made fun of him.

On the second night after Wen Xiao left, Xia Jue was also preparing to leave home tomorrow for Jiangxi.

"Can you do it by yourself?" Wen Xiao asked on the phone, "If you have a lot of things, I'll ask my sister to give them to you."

Xia Jue smiled and said, "You can fly to Beijing alone, I just take the high-speed train, how can it be so expensive."

"Then what did Xu Chengkai say?"

"I didn't tell him about the start of school, otherwise he would definitely come," Xia Jue said, "Are you digging a hole for me again? I won't jump into it."

Wen Xiao was noncommittal.

"How are you doing over there?" Xia Jue asked.

Wen Xiao said, "It's all good."

"Just two words, it's too perfunctory." Xia Jue muttered dissatisfied.

Wen Xiao then calmly said, "Someone saw our photo today."

He was talking about the photos Yu Qi took when the two went to Xiamen, with various angles and poses. Although they were two boys, they were clearly a series of photos of couples.

The screen saver of Wen Xiao's mobile phone shows the two holding hands, and the main screen shows the moment when the two look at each other and smile, all of which are seen by a roommate.This roommate named Ji Xinci has the same personality as Du Minwen. First, he experienced a short period of sluggishness, then expressed respect and support for the LGBT community, and finally began to gossip, asking if Wen Xiao was the underground lover of a certain celebrity. , making Wen Xiao dumbfounded.

As a result, Wen Xiao also made a breakthrough and came out to other roommates by the way.Except for one of them who chose to move away silently, the rest could accept it.

But Xia Jue didn't know that. He couldn't help but suffocate when he first heard it. He was so nervous that he could only utter a single syllable: "Ah?"

Wen Xiao laughed and said, "Ah what?"

"Then your classmate—" Xia Jue stammered a bit, "It's okay."

"What can I do? I heard that in a class in the medical school, there were about a dozen gays and les who came out together at the class meeting." Wen Xiao smiled, "Fu Ningyu told me about a similar thing last year. The school ethos on the side is generally open."

Xia Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

"—But you can't," Wen Xiao suddenly remembered something, "You talk less to others and more."

Xia Jue refused to accept, "Why?"

Wen Xiao said, "It's up to you to recruit people."

In his imagination, Xia Jue, who was in the Academy of Art, shouted, maybe ten miles around, thousands of people "one" heart, celebrate together, and start a "foundation".

"...Who recruited someone?" Xia Jue's face turned hot, "It's you, why don't you reflect on yourself?"

Wen Xiao said, "What's wrong with me?"

"I fell in love with you at first sight, what do you think is wrong with you?" Xia Jue blurted out.

Wen Xiao paused.

A gust of early autumn night wind blows head-on, and the lights in the distance reveal a hint of coolness.The north is no better than the south. September has reached the point where you need to wear a coat at night. However, Wen Xiao is only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. On the way back to the dormitory from the library, he feels a scorching heat all over his body.

He couldn't help but stop, and looked up at the night sky, where a full moon hung high above, melting the lovesickness of many lovers to make it so plump and bright.

"Wen Xiao?" Xia Jue didn't get a response for a long time, so she called out in doubt.

"What's wrong with me?" Wen Xiao smiled suddenly, asked himself and answered, "I'm 'poisoned'. Xia Jue, next week's Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll come to you and meet to 'take medicine'."

The author has something to say: the recent rhythm is really weird, is there any little angel willing to give some advice qwq