One Hundred and Sixty-Seven Final Chapter (VIII)

From then on, there was a young man in Fitcheston's studio.

Very often, in a bright studio, you can see a very beautiful young man sitting in front of the drawing board, using his left hand to paint bright and unique colors.

The boy seems to have few other recreational activities. His biggest hobby is painting, and he keeps painting.

There are not many people who interact with him.

It is said that his right hand is crippled and he trembles even when he writes.

It is said that he was originally a painting genius, but he was jealous of talents.

It is said...

There are many theories that make him seem extremely mysterious in Fitcheston College.

However, the oil painting exhibition in his first year made him a sensation in the college - you should know that when he first entered the school, he narrowly missed admission with his professional scores. However, in the first-year exhibition, he relied on his left hand to become a dark horse, winning first place and astonishing the entire school.

So, from that day on, Jingrong gradually had more and more suitors.

The studio is no longer as quiet as it used to be. Gradually, many people began to squeeze in.

Whether they are boys or girls, Jingrong is not interested in them.

When he pressed the love letter under the drawing board again, his classmate Ji An, who was sitting next to him, "tsk" twice, "Classmate Jing, you are so heartless! This letter is from the school beauty Miss Mei."

"Really?" Jingrong's expression remained calm: "But I have someone I like."

Ji An was greatly surprised, "You also have someone you like?"

No matter how beautiful the girl is or how handsome the boy is, he will always look unmoved. It's hard to imagine what kind of person someone like him would like.

Ji'an leaned forward, "Who is she? Is it Leah? Diana? Or..."

"None of them." Jing Rong interrupted Ji'an's words, and the movement of organizing the drawing board paused for a moment. A certain figure appeared in his mind, and there was a faint emotion flowing in his eyes. After a while, he said: "Aren't you always wondering why I always stay in the studio and work so hard?"

"Um!"

"Because I love him,

is a man. "

His confession surprised Ji An, and then he spread his hands and said, "But this logical relationship does not hold true. Does it have anything to do with your hard work if you love a man?"

"Same-sex love and marriage are not legal for the time being in our country. We are not like your country, where all people can accept a same-sex couple in love. Therefore, I need to make myself better and stronger , so that we can fearlessly fight against all controversies in the future.”

Ji An was completely impressed by the young man in front of him. After a long time, he sighed: "You must love the other person very much. So, what about him? Does he think the same as you think, and loves you as much as you love him?"

Jingrong did not answer this question.

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Time flies by. Two long years passed by unconsciously.

Wen Yanzhi's car parked at the airport early in the morning. He checked the time countless times - two years had passed, but these last few hours were the most terrible torture for him.

Finally, there are still ten minutes left.

Wen Yanzhi got out of the car, smoked a cigarette, and calmed down before walking towards the exit. After taking two steps, his steps became faster and faster.

God knows how much he wanted to see that kid. How much I want to find him to confirm what I have been thinking about for the past two years.

Wen Yanzhi stood at the exit for ten minutes. Suddenly, a figure burst into his eyes.

juvenile……

No, he is no longer a teenager. He has grown up and matured. He has short, energetic hair and is still wearing a clean white shirt.

He pushed his luggage and walked out of the exit. Walking with him was another young man, and the two of them chatted and laughed all the way.

The other party was very lively, Jingrong said very little, but the smile on his face never stopped. The man bumped Jing Rong's shoulder from time to time, very affectionately.

Looking at that scene, Wen Yanzhi felt a sudden pain in his heart.

I haven't seen such a smile on his face for two years. However, at this moment, he gave freely to those around him.

Who is this boy? What topic are they talking about and how happy they are?

Many questions popped up in Wen Yanzhi's mind, but it wasn't until Jing Rong raised his eyes and saw him that his thoughts came back.

Jingrong stopped and looked at Wen Yanzhi from a distance.

Two years turned out to be so long...

It grew so long that the longing in his heart grew crazily, growing into vines and wrapping around his heart.

"Hey! Why don't you leave?" Ji An asked him.

Following his line of sight, he saw a tall, mature man standing there looking at Jingrong. This man was the most dazzling among that group of people.

Ji'an understood instantly and bumped Jingrong's shoulder, "Now I finally understand why all the school beauties and school beauties are indifferent to you. It turns out there is someone more beautiful than them at home waiting for you!"

Jing Rong looked at Wen Yanzhi with deep eyes, the emotions in his eyes fluctuated several times. Hearing Ji'an's words, he smiled and said: "He is indeed very good-looking."

"He almost makes you melt when you look at him." Ji An sighed. The other party's eyes were too hot. He, the person standing by, felt like he was about to be melted away by that look.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you during your transfer." Jingrong spoke to Ji'an, but his eyes were always on Wen Yanzhi's. It was as if they were gelled together, and no one was the first to pull away.

Jian screamed: "I wanted to accompany you for a while, so I came to your country for a transfer! Jingrong, you are so mean! You are forgetting your friends for the sake of beauty!"

Jian yelled, rushed over and hugged Jingrong's neck, "I won't let you go. Otherwise, I will be bored to death in these few hours."

Jingrong could feel Wen Yanzhi's eyes getting darker and darker.

He was embarrassed and pulled Ji An's hand, "Don't mess around! Let go!"

"Unless you stay with me."

"I'm afraid I am willing, but he is not willing."

Jingrong had just finished speaking when Ji An's hand was grabbed by a big hand and pulled off Jingrong's neck. Ji An suddenly looked up, and the man just now came over without knowing when, holding Jingrong's luggage in one hand and pulling Jingrong with the other hand and leaving.

"Hey, Jingrong!" Ji An was reluctant to leave. He shouted wildly behind.

"Contact me again." Jingrong turned around and waved at the other party.

He felt that the man's grip on his wrist was a little heavier. Jingrong raised his lips.

Wen Yanzhi seemed to be angry, dragging Jingrong along very fast. Jingrong's legs were injured, and he just walked more conveniently, but not very fast. So, it was a bit difficult for him to follow.

He just followed behind him and looked at Wen Yanzhi's back greedily. In the past two years, this man seemed to have not changed much.

When they got to the car, Wen Yanzhi threw the luggage into the car. Before Jingrong could come to his senses, he had already pressed him against the car.