chapter 1

At 12 noon, on the bustling university campus, a man in a sophisticated handmade suit was retrograde in the army of students rushing to the canteen. The sun was shining all over his body and squeezed him out of hot sweat.

Holding the good mood of 'the classmates are in a hurry to eat, so it is not easy to disturb'. Although he has lost, he is still struggling to find it.

One of the campus theorems: At lunchtime, the direction of the flow of people is from the teaching building to the canteen, and this process is irreversible. The correctness of this theorem has been tested by countless practices.

Since the canteen is in the direction behind you, it should be a teaching building against the current. After all, no school will build the teaching building and the canteen together.

Because he studied at a university in the United States, he obviously didn't know anything about the most famous university in the city. Although his only brother taught here, because the relationship between their brothers was really weak, he was never invited to visit and was not interested in coming. If he had no choice, If he was killed, he would not have found this place so suddenly.

If you had known this situation, you should have listened to Uncle Zhong's opinion and let him drive himself here, and you don't have to be so embarrassed.

After opening a few thick-walled crowd, he could finally breathe fresh air and raised his hand to hold the silver-frame eyes on the bridge of his nose. The man was a little dizzy. Although he was not surrounded by a large army of students, the place in front of him was very familiar and seemed to have circled back to the original place.

This is a narrow white stone path, with large green and shiny lawns on both sides. He is standing at the front of the path, not far away by white armrest stone chairs for students to rest, about a dozen.

Without looking at it, the man sat on the nearest stone chair. When he found that his buttocks were a little uncomfortable, a shadow had covered his head.

"Excuse me...what's the matter?" Although he is 1.82 meters tall, no matter from which angle, the other party is taller than him.

The other party pointed to the man's buttocks: "My book."

The man's face turned red, stood up in a hurry, picked up a yellow cover book from the place where he was sitting, and returned it to the other party. He didn't forget to pat it with his hand and said sorry, "I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't see it at the moment. Didn't dirty your book?"

The other party took the book with one hand, grabbed the man's arm with the other, turned him around, stared at his trousers twice, and then said, "For good, the trousers are clean, but you didn't fart, did you?"

Although the man did not walk for a long time, his face was stained with a large blush because of the hot weather. Hearing the man's question, his face became even more red. He was very embarrassed and quickly waved his hand to explain, "No, absolutely not."

"It's good if you don't have it," the man put the book in his handbag: "This is a collection of the literature department. It's not good if there is a mistake."

He just felt that the other party was a little too much. After hearing that the book was so important, he immediately began to review himself and completely forgot how rude the other party's words were.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, the man quickly grabbed him: "That..."

The other party suddenly turned around and stared at the pulled arm. He quickly let go and explained awkwardly: "I'm looking for Mr. Rong Chengli from the College of Arts. You actually have a collection of books from the School of Arts. You must know the way there, right? Because it's my first time here, I can't find the direction at all. I'm sorry to bother you.

"Rong Chengli?" The other party repeated the name with a little surprise in his tone: "Of course, I know. I'm going to find him and let's go together." Without waiting for the man to agree, he walked forward with his long legs.

I heard that the other party also wants to find his brother. The man is a little concerned. Although he and Rong Chengli are only three years apart, there is a huge generation gap. Not to mention communication, even basic communication is very difficult. Every time he says it's good to let him do it, but in the end, he is always dissatisfied.

The man originally wanted to ask the other party about his brother, but when he came all the way, he met many students who greeted the other party and respectfully called 'professor'. It seemed that he was very busy and it was difficult to inquire about it. Although he wanted to speak several times, he was still tight in the end. He closed his mouth tightly.

The man who was so entangled walked speechlessly until... hit the trunk: "Ah..." Although it was a small tree, after the close contact between the nose and the trunk, the man still cried out in pain.

The other party heard the voice and looked back, saw the swaying branches and red and swollen nose, and immediately understood what had happened. His eyes were full of the conclusion that you are an idiot. At this time, the man was overwhelmed and did not see the other party's eyes, but even at this time, the man still did not forget to apologize: "What a hug Sorry for wasting your time.

The other party curled his lips and felt a little troublesome. In his opinion, this kind of person who always puts courtesy on his mouth is all immigrants from Mars. Although he feels unhappy, since he has promised others, there is no reason to give up halfway. He pointed to the red and white building in front of them and said, "This is the liberal arts college. Department, Rong Chengli is still in the office on the second floor. We just made a phone call.

"Is his phone turned on?" The man blurted out.

"Eh?" The other party raised his eyebrows. Is this man here to harass Rong Chengli? Rong Chengli didn't even answer his phone. Isn't their relationship wonderful? Although he has no obligation to deal with trouble for Rong Chengli, if he gets into trouble, then he can't care about it. Thinking of this, the man's eyes darkened.

"Brother...Brother?" Just as he was thinking about this, Rong Chengli appeared in front of the gate of the courtyard.

Brother? The other party looked at the man and then at Rong Chengli. He couldn't connect them.

If you insist on the metaphor, it is the feeling of breeze and typhoon, stream and ocean. Not to mention that he just couldn't imagine it, even if Rong Chengli called a man, he still couldn't believe that they would be brothers.

Seeing his doubtful eyes, Rong Chengli reluctantly walked to them and introduced them to each other: "This is my brother, and this is Shu Xing, a professor of our college."

"Oh? I've never heard you talk about your family," Shu Xing looked at the man: "Since he is my brother, his surname is Rong Cheng. Your name is Rong Chengli. Is his name Rong Chengmao?"

"Professor Shu," Rong Chengli gritted his teeth: "I forgot the introduction. My brother's name is Rong Chengxian. Please don't always judge arbitrarily."

"It turned out to be Xiaoli's colleague," Rong Chengxian smiled and stretched out his hand to Shu Xing: "It's really rude. I forgot to introduce myself just now. I'm Rong Chengxian, Xiaoli's brother. Xiaoli has been taking care of you."

What Shu Xing said just now was somewhat joking, but the brother Rong Chengli in front of him didn't care at all, but he was still very polite. With a rigid look, Shu Xing stretched out his hand and held it together with the man's hand: "Hello, I'm Shu Xing."

Rong Chengxian's hand, with wet warmth, woke up and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"Okay," Rong Chengli pulled Rong Chengxian and turned sideways to Shu Xing and said, "Professor Shu, if you have nothing to do, you can leave. Don't hinder our brother from talking here."

For Rong Chengli's attitude, Shu Xing has long been used to eating three meals a day. At that moment, he raised his eyebrows and turned around and left, but there was a faint voice from Rong Chengxian behind: "Xiao Li, how can you talk to your colleagues like that?"

You don't have to listen. When you wake up, you will know what Rong Chengli will answer. It's funny in your heart. Even if you are a standard gay, you won't fall in love with that kind of guy who opens his mouth and shuts etiquette and morality. Rong Chengli is simply too nervous.

Seeing Shuxing disappear at the corner of the white building of the School of Philosophy, Rong Chengli let go of Rong Chengxian's hand with a bitter expression on his face: "Why are you here? What can I do for you?"

"It's Dad's birthday party, Xiaoli..." Rong Chengxian couldn't think of what he had persuaded his brother, so he didn't know what else to say. He was a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I've already said that I won't go," Rong Chengli said with a stinky face: "Every time I see you, I quarrel. What's the point to meet? Brother, you don't want his birthday party to become his memorial day, do you?"

"Little gift..." Rong Chengxian shook his head. If he hadn't known his brother and knew that he was open-spoken, he would have suspected that he said that with malice.

From childhood to adult life, Rong Chengli didn't know how many times he had blocked him. Every time he was half-deathly angry with others, but when Rong Chengxian reasoned with him, Rong Chengli's face was innocent. He could always make Rong Chengxian cry and laugh and couldn't think of words to deal with it.

"I'm right. Once I unconsciously said something wrong and got angry with his heart attack, it's not good. Brother, don't make it difficult for me. Without me at his birthday party, I guess there will be more atmosphere," after saying the decisive sentence, Rong Chengli wanted to leave.

"Xiaoli," Rong Chengxian stopped him and knew that it was useless to persuade him, so he had to talk about some relaxing topics: "I haven't eaten yet. Would you like to eat something together?"

"No," Rong Chengli waved his hand and said, "I'm still going to the second-hand bookstore. Next time, oh, by the way, when you wake up again, you must hide away. Be careful that he eats you, and the bone dregs won't be spit out."

After explaining this sentence, Rong Chengli ignored Rong Chengxian's retention and turned around and left.

Speaking of Shu Xing, Rong Chengxian remembered that he seemed to have something to do with Xiaoli, but he didn't say anything until he left. Did he forget it?

'No fish balls, no rough noodles.' The ringtone of the mobile phone rang. Rong Chengxian quickly found the phone and pressed the call button: "Uncle Zhong? ...Oh, okay, I'm about to walk to the main door. Just wait for me there."