mousepad-d2 1 Accidentally came out
1 Accidentally came out
Han Feiming sat alone at the desk in the room, stroking the pages of the book with his fingertips, feeling the rough texture of the paper.
On the paper is a portrait of Zhuangzi that has been scribbled wantonly. The naughty boy used a red pen to lengthen his beard to his feet, and even put blush on his face. What's more, he combed him with a fairy flying bun.
It's been so long since we first met.Time passed unknowingly, this short period of more than half a year may be just a moment in terms of the world, but it is of great significance to him.
He survived with a brand new identity, knew thousands of new things, and gradually got used to the ever-changing world.Not only has the name changed, but the inner state of mind has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
In the past, Han Ming was in a cocoon, but now Han Feiming can stand aloof.In the past, Han Ming was depressed and mediocre all day long, but now Han Feiming can go out at night with candles and enjoy himself in time.
He has indeed improved in the past six months.But Han Feiming had been indulging in such complacency for a long time, but he didn't realize it at all - there were still some changes, which he failed to notice.
In other words, even though he was aware of it, he suppressed it subconsciously in an attempt to escape.
Han Feiming's fingers clenched into fists on the page.Regarding Bi Xia's abnormality, if he said that he didn't feel it at all, it would be a lie.It's just that even though there is evidence, he doesn't want to delve into it.
And to Bi Xia...
Clenched fists trembled, and he tried to stop his thoughts, but failed.The glaring bloodstains when Bi Xia fell on the bone-piercing ice are still vivid in his memory. He still remembers his despair at that time, but he didn’t think—whether the anxiety at that time surpassed the friendship between teachers and students?
The bits and pieces of the past few months came to my mind.When he thought about it carefully, he realized that the lives of the two were closely intertwined.Greetings in the morning and evening, morning exercises, homework, three meals... From the first sunrise to the last hour, every moment is inseparable.
Taking things for granted is the scariest thing in the world.Now Han Feiming can no longer imagine the life of the two separated.
What Bi Xia said not long ago came to mind - "But teacher, if you leave one day, I...may not only break the brush."
On the other hand, why not.
When Bi Xia didn't say it clearly, he could restrain his thoughts and continue to deceive himself and others.But once the matter is specified, there is no chance for compromise.
He has to make a choice - accept or leave.
And leaving is easier said than done.
Han Feiming stared at the long beard on Zhuangzi's face and thought deeply.It is not so much a trade-off as a persuasion.He tried to persuade himself to choose to leave, but after thinking about it, accepting one item prevailed.
Accepting is not easy, but it is a thousand times easier than leaving.What's more, he has no reason to refuse.Maybe Mr. Zhou and Ms. Zhou will blame him for leading Bi Xia astray, but...
Didn't he already say it?As long as it was what Bi Xia really wanted, he would support it.
The focus of the heart, the direction of the ambition, and the diligence of the practice, even if it seems foolish to the world, should not be derogated by others at will.
After a while, Han Feiming got up.
Bi Xia was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When he saw him coming, he jumped up and looked at him nervously, "Teacher."
Han Feiming said: "In the future, if you want to paint me, you don't have to hide it. Just tell me."
Bi Xia's eyes widened, "Teacher, what do you mean..."
"Only Xuemei is on the three paths, and I enter the Pengmen without any disturbance. Isn't it a pity that I can enjoy such leisure and elegance alone." Han Feiming said, approaching him and stretching out his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth , "If I want a portrait right now, what about you?"
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Han Feiming, who was wearing a bathrobe, had long black hair with water droplets hanging loose, and the loose neckline exposed a large area of skin on his chest.
Although Bi Xia was able to appreciate such a beautiful scenery almost every day after his successful confession, he still couldn't believe it when he sat on the chair in front of the drawing board and stared at Han Feiming approaching.
The teacher accepted him just like that, didn't leave in a fit of anger, didn't alienate him from then on, didn't even treat him as a joke and ignored him... Instead, he seriously considered his words, accepted and responded to his heart.
The teacher is a frank person, once he recognizes it, he will no longer be painful and entangled.In other words, if he could express his thoughts earlier, maybe the two of them have already progressed to...
With a red face, Bichaer poked the paintbrush hard on the paint and smeared it vigorously, so as to interrupt his filthy imagination.
"What are you thinking? I've been in a daze." Han Feiming stopped by his side and rubbed his hair. "Don't you want a portrait? Let's start now. Where do you want me to sit?"
"Teacher." Bi Xia said in a muffled voice, "Can you come here a little?"
Han Feiming bent down as he said, "Huh?"
Bi Xia kissed the corner of his mouth, then bowed his head a little guilty, "...that's it."
Looking at him, Han Feiming couldn't help laughing, "You...you're such a kid."
Bi Xia was even more embarrassed when he heard the words, and clenched his hand holding the paintbrush even tighter, "I'm not a child."
"Oh?" Han Feiming raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it a child who only kisses the corner of the mouth?"
"Ah? I..." Before Bi Xia could react, he held his chin and kissed his lips.
Completely different from the short kiss just now, this time the kiss was long and passionate, and when they parted, both of them blushed and gasped for breath.
Han Feiming wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled.
Bi Xia tried his best to maintain his composure, but he couldn't control his heartbeat that gradually accelerated and...a tent that was propped up somewhere.
Han Feiming glanced at his pants, as if he didn't intend to pretend not to notice, "It really is a child."
Bi Xia didn't respond, but just dipped in the paint again, and said after a while: "Teacher, just lie on the sofa and read a book. I will finish the painting soon."
Han Feiming lay down on the sofa as he said, picked up the idle books at hand, and flipped through them casually.Bi Xia breathed a sigh of relief, but before he had time to draw the first stroke, he heard him say again: "Didn't you ever think about doing this when you confessed your love?"
"What's the matter?" Although it was a question, Bi Xia had an intuition that he actually knew the answer.
Han Feiming's eyes glanced at the tent he propped up intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a mocking smile: "I really haven't thought about it?"
Bi Xia sketched the outline of his body on the paper, and responded dully without speaking.
Han Feiming chuckled, "Are you angry?"
Bi Xia didn't answer, but continued to draw.About ten minutes later, he put down his brush with a snap, and rushed to Han Feiming with a look of determination on his face.
Feeling his shadow, Han Feiming raised his head from the page, "Why?"
Bi Xia leaned over, just like he did just now, kissed his lips heavily, pried open his teeth with his tongue, and poked in jerkyly.
Han Feiming put his arms around his lower back and let him fall on top of him.Bi Xia carefully avoided pressing on him, while reaching out to untie the belt of his bathrobe.
The two were so absorbed that they didn't hear the sound of the key turning in the lock.When the door was opened and the woman standing behind the door excitedly yelled "surprise", Bi Xia's shirt just fell to the ground, making a soft "poof".
The two were startled.Han Feiming hurriedly pushed Bi Xia away, picked up his shirt and threw it on him, fastened the belt of his bathrobe and stood up.
Ms. Zhou standing at the door had a delicate expression on her face, and she coughed dryly after standing for a long time, "Ah Xia, I'm here."
In a panic, Bi Xia buttoned his shirt wrongly, and lowered his head in embarrassment, "Aunt Zhou, why are you here?"
Ms. Zhou coughed dryly, and unloaded her bag on the porch cabinet, "Let's talk about it first, what's going on with you two?"
Han Feiming explained: "It's not what you see, we..."
Bi Xia interrupted him, "Aunt Zhou, it is what you see. We are together."
Ms. Zhou sullenly said, "Really?"
Han Feiming glanced at Bi Xia, and was about to explain again when his hand was held back.Bi Xia looked at him, and although his face was pale, he shook his head resolutely.
Han Feiming frowned, and asked softly, "I don't care, but is it really okay on your side?"
Bi Xia shook his head again, and said: "If the country is going to benefit from life and death, how can we avoid it because of misfortune and good fortune?"
Han Feiming couldn't help showing a smile, and reached out to pat him on the back, "It's good to memorize poems, but it would be better if they can be used more appropriately."
Bi Xia, who was ruthlessly ridiculed, was not discouraged, but showed even more courage, walked up to Ms. Zhou, and bowed ninety degrees, "I'm sorry, Aunt Zhou. But this is my choice, Impossible to change."
Aunt Zhou suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
Bi Xia was dumbfounded. "Aunt Zhou, you..." Could it be the snake spirit?
Aunt Zhou waved her hand, "...No, just thinking about your Uncle Zhou's expression at the moment, I think it's very exciting."
Bi Xia said angrily: "Aunt Zhou, I'm not joking!"
"Of course I know you're not joking. You absolutely can't joke about this kind of thing." Aunt Zhou said seriously, "Aunt Zhou supports your decision. But... I think it's better for you not to tell Uncle Zhou and them yet. "
"Why?" Bi Xia frowned, "There is nothing to hide, we..."
"I know, I know." Aunt Zhou waved her hand and said, "But not every elder is as optimistic as your Aunt Zhou, right? You need to pay attention to strategy and timing in everything. If you call your Uncle Zhou now and tell Regarding the matter between you and Han Feiming, he will immediately break your leg with a stick, maybe even Han Feiming. Have you thought about it?"
Bi Xia remembered the scene when Uncle Zhou suspected his relationship with Han Feiming after Han Sheng left last time, and sighed suddenly, feeling a little scared.
"So..." Aunt Zhou advised earnestly, "I advise you to tell your parents first. Once they let go, your Uncle Zhou will not be able to say anything."
Bi Xia thought for a while, and took it for granted, "Then when will my parents return to China? I heard you said they were coming back, and then there was no news."
Aunt Zhou seemed to think of something suddenly, she slapped her forehead, "Yes, I almost forgot. I came today to tell you that your parents have arrived."
"Here?" Bi Xia asked eagerly, "Where is it?"
"I guess no one informed you." Aunt Zhou glanced at Han Feiming and said, "Your mother is at Luo Gong's funeral."
Bi Xia was astonished, and turned to look at Han Feiming, trying to find the same expression on the other's face as his own, but was disappointed.
Han Feiming didn't look surprised.