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On Friday afternoon, Ning Zhi drove to the gate of Jiang Chan's house and used some tricks to sneak in. In his pocket was an admission ticket for the Impressionist oil painting exhibition, as well as the USB flash drive that he "forgot at Jiang Chan's house" last time.

He ran suddenly because he was in a fever, and he didn't even know if Jiang Chan was at home—Ning Zhi rang the doorbell and waited anxiously.

"Who?"

A young man with wet hair and a bath towel opened the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ning Zhi.

"I, that," Ning Zhi grabbed his pants, turned around and left under the puzzled eyes of the other party, "I made a mistake."

"Hey!" When the elevator closed, he heard the man shouting from behind, "Did you—"

"Ning Zhi!" Deng Xin finally remembered the name, and slapped his thigh vigorously, extremely astonished.

"What's the matter, you're so nervous," Jiang Chan came out of the study when he heard the sound, "Is there someone knocking on the door?"

"Ning Zhi! That was Ning Zhi just now!"

"Ning Zhi? What about others!"

The door was open, and the corridor was empty. Jiang Chan wanted to chase after him, but Deng Xin stopped him, desperately trying to find out why Ning Zhi came to the door.

"We're in love."

Jiang Chan went back to his study to get his cell phone, Deng Xin was like a tail that couldn't be shaken off, and his unbelievable roar almost overturned the roof, "I remember he is gay!"

"Yes."

While he was in a daze, Jiang Chan quickly locked the door, hid behind the curtain and called Ning Zhi.The bell rang for a while before they answered it. Ning Zhi gave a low "Hello" and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's already at the door, what are you running for?"

"I think you're quite busy." Ning Zhi didn't go far. After getting out of the elevator, he felt tight in his chest, so he sat down on a stone bench in the garden to rest.

Jiang Chan knew he had misunderstood: "Are you jealous?"

Ning Zhi seemed to have swallowed a whole lemon, it was sour and bitter, and he couldn't spit it out: "Jiang Chan, we clearly made an appointment!"

Jiang Chan secretly smiled: "I'm just kidding you. That's my friend, Fa Xiao. He just returned to China, and his house hasn't been cleaned up yet, so he's staying with me for two days."

Ning Zhi squeezed the phone tightly, speechless, the sun above his head was bright again, showing his little thoughts at a glance, he cleared his throat, and changed the subject before losing face: "Oh, I just came over , I am going to give you tickets, there will be an impressionist oil painting exhibition in the City Art Museum tomorrow, do you want to go?"

"Impressionism," Jiang Chan said with a clear "tsk", "Is there Renoir? I remember you like Renoir."

Ning Zhi said awkwardly, "Yes, my taste is relatively vulgar." He soon realized another question, "How do you know that I like Renoir?"

Jiang Chan's tone was unpredictable: "I still know a lot."

Ning Zhi said: "Then I will hire a private detective tomorrow."

The two laughed at the same time. Apart from the laughter, there was a muffled sound from Jiang Chan's side. Ning Zhi was puzzled, "Is your house under renovation?"

"It's my private detective." Deng Xin was about to smash the door of the study, and Jiang Chan helplessly told him to wait, "I have to go and explain to him why I'm bent but I don't like him."

Ning Zhi took revenge with a villainous heart: "Just say that he is not as handsome as me."

"Okay, that's all."

"Then I hang up."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Chan paused, and asked him, "Is this tomorrow a date?"

Zheng Qiudai fell asleep on the sofa again.

She has been very weak recently and has insomnia all night. She can only squint for a while at nine or ten o'clock in the morning.What woke her up was the old-fashioned electric bell outside the villa, which was rusted by the rain, and the sound of the bell was dry and harsh.She thought she was hallucinating, and sat in the living room in a daze until the bell faded away, and someone asked, "Is Teacher Zheng at home?"

"Who is it?" Zheng Qiudai tried his best to get up, straightened his clothes and hair, the sun was shining outside, she walked into the yard, and saw an elegant middle-aged man standing outside the door.

"You are……"

She dully recalled this familiar visitor, subconsciously stretched out her hand, and forced a smile on her face.

"I'm Jiang Qiping. I'm sorry, Mr. Zheng, to disturb you rashly."

"Where is it, Mr. Jiang, please come in." Zheng Qiudai led the guests through the small courtyard, and remembered the identity of the other party on the way - the biggest collector of Ning Ranzhang's works, and the father of Ning Zhi's "good friend" Jiang Chan.

"Mr. Jiang came here today, what's the matter?" Zheng Qiudai made a pot of tea, sat down opposite Jiang Qiping, and asked straight to the point: "Is there something wrong between Ning Zhi and Jiang Chan?"

"No, they're fine, but I—" Jiang Qiping was holding a teacup, and was about to drink, but stopped again, "You know about them? Teacher Zheng, did they tell you?"

"No, I guessed it." Zheng Qiudai showed melancholy, and suddenly smiled, "Ning Zhi didn't like to talk to me about this. Now that I think about it, I really regret it. When he was young, I was busy performing. His father...you know, we I haven't been with him well, so he doesn't get close to us, and he won't talk to me about his love life."

"My son, too, lived at his aunt's house until he was six or seven years old, and he was very estranged from me." Jiang Qiping was silent for a while, and said seriously: "To tell you the truth, Mr. Zheng, I came today to apologize to Ning Zhi. "

"Apologize? Mr. Jiang, you are too serious. Is it because Ning Zhi did something wrong..."

Jiang Qiping quickly waved his hand: "No, Teacher Zheng, I was indeed wrong. I invited Ning Zhi to drink tea at home that day. I intended to get in touch with him, but the result was just the opposite, causing both Ning Zhi and Jiang Chan to misunderstand. I really didn't think so. It's not easy to fall in love even if you want to separate them, right?"

"Yes." Zheng Qiudai put his knees together, folded his hands on his thighs, and looked a little dazed. She saw a barb at the root of the nail on the index finger of her left hand, so she reached out to pull it out, and pulled it several times. Curled up, eyes gloomy, as if facing a bloody enemy.

"Teacher Zheng!"

Zheng Qiudai finally got rid of the barb, and a thin strand of blood flowed out. Jiang Qiping looked at her in shock, and it took a few seconds before he thought of pulling out a tissue.

"Thank you." Zheng Qiudai seemed to realize that he had lost his composure, pressed the wound on his left index finger, and smiled at Jiang Qiping: "Mr. Jiang, you are too polite to come to the door in person for such a trivial matter. I will tell Ning Zhi later, he must be very sorry. "

Jiang Qiping said: "It's not all about apologizing. Last time I chatted with Ning Zhi, he said you were sick, and I remembered that I haven't seen Teacher Zheng's performance for a long time. Are you retiring?"

"I guess..." Zheng Qiudai stared at the blood spots slowly oozing from the tissue, and fell silent, like a tired bird with its wings folded.

After persuading him for a long time, Deng Xin finally accepted the fact that Jiang Chan was gay. He lay dying on the sofa, sighed from time to time, and stared at his friend with a sad face: "You don't love me anymore."

"I've never been in love." Jiang Chan spoke dryly, and made himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

"But Ning Zhi... When did you meet?" Deng Xin recalled the past, "He didn't have a very good reputation in school back then, I told you..."

"I said it. In fact, I have to thank you, otherwise I wouldn't know him."

Deng Xin sat up straight: "Why, did I hold the line for you? I don't have amnesia, don't fool me!"

Jiang Chan was lazily stirring his coffee, thinking of the past, he also felt some melancholy: "You definitely don't remember, but when I was in my junior year, I went to your school to find you, and you told me about Ning Zhi. "

This is reasonable, Ning Zhina is very famous in the Academy of Art, Deng Xin is his alumnus, and lives in the same dormitory on the same floor, it is not surprising that he has heard the gossip about Ning Zhi and used it as a talking point.

Deng Xin had completely forgotten about the situation at that time, and what he wanted to say was not a good thing, so he sneered and defended: "That would be ignorant, in fact, Ning Zhi's character should be good."

"he's good."

The coffee was sour, Jiang Chan got up and added some milk. Life is always full of wonderful echoes. When he first heard the name Ning Zhi, he was also drinking coffee—at that time he and Deng Xin were sitting in the school cafeteria. Deng Xin Said with great interest, let me tell you, there is a wonderful thing in the Academy of Art——

Speaking of it, Deng Xin has no objection to Ning Zhi. The two majors are different, and they don't know each other at all. They just passed each other in the corridor occasionally. He heard about Ning Zhi's deeds from other students. Others use "" "Wonderful" to describe it, and he just used it.

Back then they both lived in Fengyuan, Deng Xin was in 401, Ning Zhi was in 416, not too far apart. Dormitory 416 is mixed, including students from two schools of economics and two schools of art, and Ning Zhi is one of them.

Ning Zhi looks good, and his face is also easy-going and cheerful, but not long after he started school, he gained a reputation as "arrogant" in the Academy of Art. After several rounds of embellished retelling, the specific scene can no longer be restored, but Deng Xin can confirm the fact that, Ning Zhi pointed out a teacher's mistake face to face in the first class.

This incident also led to some bad follow-ups. The teacher always held grudges. Ning Zhi had bad luck. He was 1 minute late for the final exam and happened to meet the other party's invigilator. It was rebuilt in two years.

Ning Zhi's popularity is not good, and his classmates in this major are estranged from him. It's okay, most of them are jealous of his background, but the boys on the fourth floor of Fengyuan also reject him, often laughing and discussing behind his back.

The reason they hate Ning Zhi is simple: Ning Zhi is gay.

The secret was discovered by his roommate Peng Kang.Peng Kang is a student of the School of Economics. He comes from the countryside in the Northwest. His family conditions are not good. Because a certain class is going to be a group presentation, he borrowed a computer from Ning Zhi. After clicking around, he saw the GV downloaded by Ning Zhi.

Peng Kang is from a mountain village, and his parents' education level is not high. Although he has excellent grades, he just studies with his head closed and doesn't have any open mind.He felt that Ning Zhi was shameless and unreasonable, so he quickly told the other students about it. After that, he treated Ning Zhi as if he was avoiding the plague, and he didn't even glance at him.

"Ning Zhi." That afternoon, Jiang Chan whispered the name softly: "He is also from Lujiang? Is his father's name Ning Ranzhang?"

"It seems to be," Deng Xin hurriedly replied to his girlfriend's message, "Why, do you know each other?"

"My dad collects his dad's paintings."

"Oh," Deng Xin said to be fair, "Actually, Ning Zhi is a bit talented. I read an article written by him before, and it was quite interesting."

Jiang Chan asked, "Which one?"

"You want to see it?" Deng Xin was a little surprised, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

He found the article introducing the historical evolution of narrative poetry: "Here, this kid knows quite a lot."

Jiang Chan glanced at it scribbled, silently wrote down the name of the official account, and asked, "Just because he is gay, do you hate him?"

"I don't hate it, it's just a bit of a reaction. But his behavior is very excessive. I heard that he likes Tan Guangsheng in their dormitory and sexually harassed him. He was called to the student office a few days ago."

"how do you know?"

"Everyone says that," Deng Xin had a strange expression, and motioned Jiang Chan to bring his ear closer, "He kissed Tan Guangsheng forcefully."