It was already completely dark, and the dense street lamps were lit up, like a galaxy.

After several months of treatment, there was no news, and Xu Jiajia was more angry than worried. When he heard the news of Xianglan's return from Zhang Liang, he hurried over.

Xu Jiajia sat casually on the sofa, holding his forehead and staring at the only oil painting on the wall. The oil painting is by an unknown painter, and there is a lake with a clear blue sky, and the sun shines on the lake, sparkling. There was a lonely man standing by the lake, his eyes precipitated with melancholy, and a whirlpool smile on his lips. There are no other crops in the painting, which is beautiful but also full of desolation and loneliness.

It's like woad.

Sadness is like transparent air, haunting Xu Jiajia. The warm light hit his face, outlining Xu Jiajia's outline extremely clearly and softly. The corners of his mouth twitched, and a far-fetched smile twitched.

It's like self-deprecation, and it's like pity for the person in the painting.

Zhang Liang stood beside him, with imperceptible pity on his face.

Xu Jiajia: "Zhang Liang, you said that the portrait in this painting is not like him?"

Zhang Liang looked at the oil painting on the wall and said lukewarmly: "I don't think so." ”

Xu Jiajia frowned slightly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. People like them, although they have long been accustomed to strange eyes, are not made of stone, and they will feel sad, self-deprecating, and compassionate. His voice involuntarily lightened, as if in order to match his identity as a boyfriend, the words revealed his understanding and love for a person, and said slowly: "It's not like ah......" He stopped again, looked at the oil painting, as if he was saying something very solemn, and his voice became clear and low: "I think it is." There was no end note, and the judgment was made neatly.

Zhang Liang's face was slightly gloomy and he no longer paid attention to him.

Woad pushed the door open, stunned past his eyes.

Where did he get the key? Most of the time he did it on purpose.

Zhang Liang stepped forward and was about to speak, when Xiang Lan raised his hand to signal him not to speak. Zhang Liang understood, closed his mouth and stood in place again.

As soon as Xu Jiajia saw woad, her indifferent and tired face immediately warmed up, a touch of spring rose, and a gentle expression spread on her lips. Raising his eyes, his tone was soft and earnest, and he asked him cautiously and softly, "Are you here?"

Woad Lan didn't answer, but the expression on her face was very indifferent, which could also be said to be expressionless.

The two looked at each other blankly, and the shock was gone, only at a loss.

There are many problems that are fixed in my heart and cannot be exported.

Xu Jiajia got up and wanted to hug woad, but was pushed away by woad. Xu Jiajia's heart trembled, her embarrassed hands didn't know where to put them, and her eyes were stunned.

The two men stood facing each other like this.

Xianglan eyebrows condensed, his eyes were as dark as night, his eyes were full of cold and alienation, not as gentle as before, and he said in a thin tone: "You are always so willful, but you are worthy of your identity as an artist?"

The voice was calm and cold, piercing Xu Jiajia's heart, and the fear in his heart made him humble, and he forced a smile and said, "I didn't skip work." ”

Xianglan had to admit that every time he bumped into Xu Jiajia, he was uneasy and even disgusted. He put away his uneasiness, forcibly endured his displeasure without showing a look, and slowly walked towards him with a smile on his lips.

Wolan: "Why hasn't there been an announcement in broad daylight?"

Xu Jiajiaxiu frowned slightly, her heart was cold, and she said with some grievances: "I'm worried about you." ”

Xianglan's heart trembled, what was wrong with the person in front of her? Why should he be angry with him? His eyes were gentle, and he gradually softened: "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Xu Jiajia slid his hands across Wolan's thin waist and hugged him gently.

Although he knew that Xu Jiajia was guilty, he was just in love with another woad, but woad still couldn't help but dislike a man leaning on him, his heartbeat became rapid, and he looked at Xu Jiajia in a daze for a long time, his dark eyes burst out with coldness, the expression on his face was a little distorted, and disgust and disgust followed. But he quickly pretended to be normal again, opened his mouth, and said lukewarmly: "I'm worried about you." ”

Xu Jiajia likes Mr. Xiaoxiang's arms too much, and feels warm and firm, clean and reassuring, which makes Xu Jiajia want to stay in his arms for the rest of his life. He took a deep breath and gently closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. After a long while, after adjusting his breathing, he opened his eyes and lowered his eyes, looked at Mr. Xiao Xiang softly, and said softly.

"You're fine......

The long tail note is all about this one word: a false alarm.

A false alarm, I'm afraid it's the most beautiful idiom in the world.

Xianglan: "If there are many notices in the future, don't run to me." The voice is like a cold wave, and Xu Jiajia's heart is in the stream.

Xu Jiajia's heart was cold, scared and anxious, flashing a complicated and disappointed light, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

In the end, Xiang Lan's eyes sank, and a trace of edge flashed, and he pushed Xu Jiajia away, his voice was like a cold wave, hitting a stone in the stream.

"Let's talk. ”

Xu Jiajia sank his face, his eyebrows condensed, his eyes were as dark as night, and he said slightly hoarsely: "I don't want to talk about it." He forcibly hugged Wolan again.

Zhang Liang on the side seemed to be unable to stand it, and walked over to pull Xu Jiajia away, but was scolded back by him.

"Zhang Liang, shouldn't you go out!"

Zhang Liang looked at Wo Lan, Wo Lan nodded, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"What are you doing!"

There was a violent and stern rebuke from the door.

It's Shelan's father - Sia Minghao.

I saw that his face changed color, his cold eyes revealed a bit of anger, and he walked up to the three of them.

With this scolding, every object in the room trembled, and a sense of majesty rose in people's hearts. Zhang Liang immediately took two steps back, lowered his head and didn't dare to make a sound. Xu Jiajia was also stunned, his face was pale, a chill rushed to the soles of his feet, and he immediately let go of Wolan, and his eyes were terrified and he didn't know what to do.

Xiang Lan was startled, her heart sank, she paused, her eyes darkened a little, a trace of bitterness passed between her eyebrows, and she quickly recovered her indifferent expression, not showing any panic and doubt, her eyebrows were handsome, and the smile at the corners of her lips was lazy and refreshing.

"What are you talking about, haven't you seen it all?"

The father understood the provocation and warning in his son's words, and the two thick eyebrows were immediately tightly twisted together, and there was an indelible anger in it, like a heavy stone pressed by a daughter, and his voice was a little arrogant and harsh: "The face of the Huong family has been lost by you!"

Lost face?

There was blood and rain under her eyes, and the wind was slowly surging.

What is the face of the Xiang family? The father's so-called decent family style and well-behaved family have never tolerated the Xiang. The family only needs a puppet to inherit the family business, a machine that has no ego and only specializes in business. is such a family, but gave birth to woad with beautiful appearance, a well-known "daughter's family".

It is this "daughter's home" that makes Woad's childhood all shadows. His father's scolding, his anger, and his mother's tears took over all his childhood. The parents of an ordinary family are short-lived, and the warmth and affection are a luxury for him, and he can't even hope for extravagance.

A trace of loneliness flashed in his blue eyes, and there was some astringency in his throat, and he opened his mouth and said, "I embarrassed you and it didn't just happen today, why do you want to be angry with me?"

His voice was hoarse and low, almost in his throat, as if one more word would pour out the hatred and grievances that had been buried for years.

After listening to his son's words, Sien Minghao's eyes were silent, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you mean? Are you complaining about me?"

Xiang Lan's eyes were as cold as frost, and a trace of bitterness passed between her eyebrows, "How dare I." ”

Xu Jiajia didn't dare to interject on the side, and when he heard these words, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his heart swelled for a while.

Siong Minghao turned to look at Xu Jiajia silently for a moment, and his eyes became sharp again.

"Shameless!"

The rhetoric is sharp and sarcastic.

Xu Jiajia's heart fluctuated, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Zhang Liang looked at him darkly, suggesting that he should leave quickly.

Xiang Lan's expression was cold and solemn, and he threw it over coldly, and said with a lukewarm look: "It has nothing to do with him." ”

The father's face was distorted by shock and anger at the moment. The old man looked so angry that he stomped his feet hard and sat down. The father and son looked at each other, the father glared coldly at the son, but the son's eyes were frosty.

There was a brief silence, and the atmosphere became colder and quieter.

For a moment, Wolan's face was visibly gloomy, and it was still a cold voice.

"Dad, let's talk about family affairs behind closed doors. ”

looked at Xu Jiajia again and ordered, "You go first." ”

Where did Xu Jiajia dare to go, he also knew that he couldn't escape today, so he shook his head with a bleak smile.

Xiang Minghao's face was extremely ugly, and he glared at his son gloomily, "Do you also know that it is a family matter? Do you know how the media outside writes about you? My old face has been lost by you!"

"You're over at once!"

The father suddenly turned to stare at Xu Jiajia viciously and said, "Don't you know shame?"

Woad almost roared, "It's okay with him! Don't you understand from the beginning to now? I'm the sick person!"

"Don't you know? I've been sick since I was a child! Don't you know better than anyone else?"

The pleasure of verbal revenge instantly tore at his heart, and his gaze was as fierce and gloomy as a wolf.

Siong Minghao knew what his son was talking about, his teeth were painful, and his face was dark and heavy.

At the end, he looked at his father with a faint sad gaze: "You are enough, you are really enough!" He sneered, and there was a faint sadness and mockery in his eyes, "Don't you feel a little guilty when I become like this? Don't you think about why I am like this? Do I naturally like men? But if you had a trace of understanding and support for me since childhood, I would not have become what I am today! Do you think I want to be like this?"

The voice changed from a resentful roar to a hoarse shout, and then a cold choked and raw pull, which made people feel distressed.

Zhang Liang's heart was ruthless, he stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Old Xiang, Mr. Xiang, he suffers from multiple personality ......"