Ch16 - Hello Uncle (16) — It’s not fun to mention it directly

Su An laughed. Huang Shan asked him what he was laughing at, but he couldn’t say it.

He enjoyed the fun alone, then took out his mobile phone and looked at the message. 

The hospital sent him a message, telling him to go get the drug test result on the 10th of this month. With four or five days to go until the 10th, Su An built an alarm clock on the calendar and decided to get the precious report results early in the morning.

“Su An,” His tablemate called Su An in a low voice, and stiffly said, “Look outside the window, is He Xiran staring at you?”

Su An was stunned for a moment, then he looked up, and He Xiran was standing at the class window looking down at him.

His dress has always been old-fashioned, even when the sun is in the sky, he three-piece suit is meticulous. Yet such a taciturn-looking man is wearing a large eagle ring on his hand and a black ear clip with a silver chain dangling from his ear. 

His mixed green eyes rested on Su An, who struggled to pull up the corners of his mouth, “Why is he looking at me.”

“How do I know,” His tablemate was also depressed, “Why don’t you go out and ask?”

There was already a little commotion in the class, Su An turned his head back and stared at the textbook seriously, “Forget it, it’s almost time for class.”

Until the bell rang, Su An didn’t look up at He Xiran again. When he looked up again, He Xiran had already left.

Ten minutes later, Su An, who was still in class, received a text message.

He Xiran asked him to go to the rooftop. Su An frowned and touched his tablemate, “My stomach hurts, I’ll go out for a while.”

He bent down and ran out the back door.

He ran all the way to the balcony, then the iron door was closed by the wind, making a loud “bang”.

“What do you want me to come up here for?” Su An panted.

He Xiran was smoking a cigarette with the wind at his back, and the brisk wind blew the smell of smoke away, then he beckoned towards him, “Come here.”

Su An walked gently and stopped vigilantly two meters away from He Xiran,”Uncle He, do you have something to tell me?” 

Euphemistically, he said:  “I still have class.”

“Ask for a leave,” He Xiran said, “Follow me in the afternoon.”

“Where?”

“Painting Exhibition.” 

This was the first art exhibition held by He Xiran after returning to China. Su An didn’t want to go there, he was still a student.

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However, the ruthless dog man sneered coldly and ruthlessly.

Su An’s eyes widened instantly, looking at him in disbelief. 

What do you mean by that?

The original owner’s eyes were clean and slightly rounded, like a pair of cat eyes. When his eyes drooped, he really looked obedient. Such a pair of eyes has an inherent advantage in making pitiful eyes, and it is hard to imagine that someone would laugh at it.

He Xiran stopped laughing, and the sound of his voice was faintly unclear and soft, “Go back and I’ll get you a tutor.”

Su An came up energetically, “I don’t want it.” 

“En.” He Xiran didn’t force it, “Go and ask for a leave.”

Su An: “…”

He Xiran sighed, “Shen Zhangxiu will come to the gallery.”

Su An frowned. What is the relationship between Shen Zhangxiu and He Xiran? It stands to reason that Shen Zhangxiu killed He Feiyu, and He Xiran and Shen Zhangxiu could only be incompatible and hostile to each other. 

But even after such a long time, although He Xiran was looking for evidence of Shen Zhangxiu’s crime, it was not strongly and urgently. Shen Zhangxiu is also like this, he has been suppressed by He Xiran several times. Is it just because He Xiran knew that he killed He Feiyu, so he felt guilty and evasive?

Although Su An and He Xiran already got into bed and already did what only the most intimate people would do, there is still a very long distance between each other. Physical intimacy doesn’t mean the distance in the heart. They are both bound by secrets, and each has its own secret place that cannot be told to others.

“I see,” Su An exhaled and nodded earnestly, “I will ask for a leave.”

But he didn’t care about He Xiran’s secret. 

After all, Chu He was his purpose.

After his showdown with Shen Zhangxiu, who cares who He Xiyan is.

…

The exhibition is next to a small amusement park in the city center, and the staff of He Xiran’s studio is responsible for the contacts. 

In addition to He Xiran’s works, there are also works of other painters in the exhibition. The exhibition hall is designed with a sense of style, and the glass ceiling is filled with all kinds of wonderful light and shadow patterns.

Su An wore a new suit given by his uncle, and was held by his uncle’s hand as he walked around the various areas.

He was uncomfortable with all the sights around him and wanted to pull out his hand. He Xiran wouldn’t let go, and after several times, he patted Su An’s butt impatiently, “Don’t move.”

Su An was completely motionless. 

He Xiran took Su An deeper and deeper, and they walked towards He Xiran’s assistant at the corner. Before the assistant could speak, he was startled by the hand of the two people. He looked at Su An in astonishment, and then he saw the child with red eyes, as if he wanted to cry or can’t.

The assistant felt embarrassed for a moment.

“Little student is here too,” Rubbing his hands awkwardly, “Boss, your paintings are all on the front.”

Don’t think too much about this scene. 

He once personally told this little student that the boss has a cold personality, well, now he completely smacked himself in the face. Looking at the little student’s appearance, perhaps his heart is still reluctant.

He Xiran followed the assistant’s eyes and looked back at Su An, then paused, “Go get a glass of juice.”

The assistant hurriedly went to get the juice. Su An smothered his head, forcing his eyes to get redder and redder without blinking.

He Xiran took him to the corner, where the number of people in twos and threes are not too many. 

His chin was lifted, and Cheng Su’an’s face was exposed. The tip of his nose was reddish, and the flesh of his lips was bitten by himself, leaving tooth marks.

“What are you crying about?” He Xiran scanned his face with his eyes, “Didn’t you scold me on the bed yesterday?”

“…this is different” Su An choked on a vague sob. “How can you hit me in public…” The word butt was swallowed hard in his mouth.

He Xiran’s big hand moved from his chin to the end of his eye, where it was only red. But it was still just thunder and no rain, and not a single tear was shed. He sighed inwardly, “Don’t cry.” 

Su An’s nasal voice was heavy, “I don’t like this.”

“Understood.”

Su An aggrievedly wiped his eyes with his sleeves, “I also want compensation.”

“What do you want?” 

“I want you to make a bet with me.”

He Xiran raised his eyebrows, then pinched Su An’s cheeks, and said calmly, “Tell me.”

From the corner of Su An’s eyes, he looked at the left and right picture frames, and said vaguely, “Here are all the paintings, if I can find a painting you painted with my eyes closed, you have to promise me a request.”

“You can just make a request directly.” The smell of smoke on He Xiran’s body came with his voice. 

No! It’s not fun to mention it directly!

Su An pursed his lips and whispered, “If I lose then I will promise you a request.”

He Xiran’s eyes turned deep, then he gave Su An a profound look and let go, “Go ahead.”

Su An was blindfolded, and he was led by He Xiran through the paintings. 

When vision is deprived, the sense of smell becomes extraordinarily sensitive. Su An’s nose wrinkled, smelling the painting carefully.

The excessive close contact has made him take note of the scent of He Xiran’s body. He Xiran should have left traces of thick smoky smell on the paintings belonging to him while painting.

Su An’s spirit was roused when he smelled a painting, “It’s this one.”

He took off his blindfold and saw that it was the latest painting by He Xiran. 

Because it is new, the smell of smoke is the heaviest.

He Xiran’s fingertips moved slightly, “What do you want?”

“I think,” Various ideas and puzzles flashed back and forth in his head. Su An paused, then showed a shy smile, “I haven’t thought of it yet, uncle, I’ll talk to you afterwards.”

They stayed in the exhibition for less than half an hour before they met Shen Zhangxiu, who had an assistant beside him. He saw Su An and He Xiran first, and strode towards them. 

“An-An,” Shen Zhangxiu said gently, with slightly messy hair on his temples, “How have you been recently?”

Before Su An could answer, he reached out his hand worriedly, “Why are your eyes red, are you crying?”

Su An reflexively stepped back and retreated into He Xiran’s arms.

He Xiran hugged his waist naturally, and said in a low voice, “Shen Zhangxiu, it’s just right to meet you.” 

He gently rubbed the side of Su An’s waist, his action was not big, but he could see their extraordinary intimacy at a glance.

In just a few days, Su An’s body has become several times more sensitive to him. Now when he touches Su An, Su An feels itchy and weak.

His legs almost went soft. He Xiran seemed to know it, and supported him with his arms.

“He misses his sister,” He Xiran said, “You send her over to stay for a few days.” 

He said it directly.

The author has something to say:

Su An (unbelievable): My legs are weak.

He Xiran (satisfied): Very good, I love it.