Chapter 11: Reincarnation Train (2)

Historically, the appendix has been misunderstood as a meaningless part of the body.

In fact, the appendix still has a little bit of meaning.

- But there is not much difference between cutting off the appendix and keeping it.

Just like Lan Weiyan.

He was abandoned by his biological parents as soon as he was born, ignored by his teachers in the orphanage, and still a dispensable existence after arriving at his adoptive parents' house, and even more so at school......

Only in front of Lan Weinuo does he have a little cuteness and meaning.

That's right, Lan Weiyan was still a child with low self-esteem when he was a teenager.

To put it bluntly, he's still a stupid kid who can't think about it.

Even if he disappointed Lan Weinuo and was injured, even if Lan Weinuo had completely left his life......

After all, he has a certain obsession with Lan Weinuo, and even regards him as his whole world.

Lan Weiyan, a little male god with a cold appearance, is a girl inside.

Especially when the interviewer asked him why he chose C University, Lan Weiyan replied without hesitation: "I have been yearning for your university since I was a child. Because, there is a person who is very important to me who has studied here. ”

Unexpectedly, this reason was also accepted by the interviewer.

The interviewer was also cordial to Lan Weiyan - the reason why this beautiful boy likes C University is because of the influence of alumni......

Tsk, extra points must be given.

A strange and beautiful city, a prosperous city that integrates different cultures, like a dream castle of C University, elite students in their respective disciplines......

Lan Weiyan went from the initial shock to the later ease, but it took a little half a month.

No one knew him here, so he didn't need to worry about his bastard story being exposed.

He likes the atmosphere of the campus: rich in history and full of youthful feelings.

The only thing I don't really like is his major.

Sociology...... What the hell?

On the first day of school, the Chinese senior told Lan Weiyan meaningfully -

"I study society, I am virtuous, and I will contribute to the neighborhood committee for life."

Sociology is a contradictory discipline that is in line with society and at the same time far away from society.

The professor led the students through the empty superstructure.

Students are still struggling to get back in the economic ladder.

Simply, the original intention of Lanwei to come to C University was not to become an excellent pillar of society.

He learns casually, goes to class, and after class, he either does odd jobs or goes to the art department to find out about Lan Weinuo's situation.

On weekends, we also visit galleries and exhibitions.

People look at art, but Lan Weiyan looks at the people in the exhibition hall.

Hey, maybe you can have an "unexpected encounter" with Lan Weinuo.

This seems to be the only place where "sociology" comes in handy.

Whenever he was regarded as a pervert by the staff with bad intentions, Lan Weiyan grinned sneeringly: Dude, I am a sociology major at C University, and I am doing social research.

Soon, Lan Weiyan inquired about Lan Weinuo's whereabouts.

Lan Weinuo has become a well-known art connoisseur in L City, Country B, and is working as an associate editor in a well-known art journal.

There are many people in charge of his art exhibitions or art auctions.

In the eyes of Lan Wei Yan, Lan Wei Nuo, who has a small success in his career, a busy life and no lack of emotion, is a perfect person.

He is no longer simply a gentle brother who dotes on Lan Weiyan, but a man with mature charm.

Country B is an open country, and homosexuality is not only not discriminated against, but also legal.

After Lan Weiyan found Lan Weinuo, his feelings for him were out of control.

At first, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted.

But day after day, Lan Weiyan was far away near Lan Weinuo's company, watching him walk into the palatial mansion in a suit and leather shoes......

He was in the restless dreams of the night.

The thoughts that were carefully hidden slowly brewed into an astringent bitter wine.