Love Delusion

Shang Hao brought back a big box when he came back today.

"I flew to the sea in the morning and brought you some specialties."

Lin Anran walked over to see what he had mentioned to eat.

Shang Hao lifted the box in his hand and placed it on the dining table, occupying almost the entire tabletop. The big bag that was not simple in all directions made a powerful sound, "bang", and Lin Anran subconsciously stopped approaching.

Shang Hao looked at him: "Come here."

Inside the bag is a box that cannot be carried by one person. Lin Anran is now immune to this expensive and exquisite box brought back by Shang Hao, but he is very familiar with the distinctive signature logo printed in the middle, and is a foreign master of art who has only become popular in recent years.

After the artist became popular, he has successively launched joint names with some brands, including well-known fashion brands and luxury brands. But what kind of dim sum will be co-branded with a famous artist, and the appearance will have a sense of design. Lin Anran thought.

Shang Hao lifted the lid of the box with both hands.

He said: "I just met this painting at auction. I heard that you all like it, so I bought it easily."

Lin Anran glanced at the things on the table and almost didn't lose his breath.

This painting is the work of the emerging artist. Even the prints of printed matter are limited, and they have been sold at high prices.

However, in front of him is an authentic autograph. Lin Anran just smelled the faint oily smell like a fairy air, he was about to breathe hard.

This cannot be said to be a dream in the minds of every painter, it is a legend in the minds of painters.

Shang Hao moved the master's painting to his home.

The master’s painting, moved to, his house...

He was dizzy.

Well, the current value of his small house is not as high as this picture.

Let's put it this way, it is true that it is a jewel of the art palace, but with the current soaring value of this painting, it is not so much that the person who collects it will be an artist, but rather a more powerful collector or wealthy businessman.

Lin Anran took a few deep breaths repeatedly, and he calmly comforted himself, it is also possible that it was a fake from where he got it... right.

He wasn't sure about it himself.

"I have done some small procedures and got it today in advance." Shang Hao smiled, his tone seemed to say that he had added some money to buy a cup of milk tea.

The gap between the picture frame and the box is filled with soft cushions to prevent falling and fixing. The eldest brother next to him directly lifted the box and knocked the painting out of the box with all his might. It made Lin Anran panic.

Shang Hao: "How about it, okay?"

Lin Anran swallowed, "...OK."

Shang Hao saw that he hadn't come over for a long time and didn't touch it with his hands. He wondered if he had bought the wrong one. He put the painting down again, and Lin Anran, who was standing there, dared to walk forward in a daze. .

"happy?"

Lin Anran heard this and turned to look at Shang Hao. The pure black and quiet pupil touched him for a second, then quickly retracted his gaze and looked back at the painting.

"Happy," he said.

Shang Hao followed his bowing motion and chased his profile, and asked, "How happy are you?"

Lin Anran couldn't help but touch the metal picture frame. "Very happy," he said.

Shang Hao casually brought out a small bag from the side: "And this one."

Lin Anran was dumbfounded when he saw the prominent luxury logo on the bag. What day is it? I suddenly wanted to give him so many things.

This time it is a silk scarf with oil painting-like color scheme, which is full of artistic flavor at first glance. Shang Hao explained: "They said it can be used as a hair band, like this."

He took out the silk scarf from the box, recalled the technique he had learned, loosened the braid behind Lin Anran's head and put on the beautiful hairband.

Lin Anran's long hair was tied up, and the silky fabric hair band passed through his hair, showing his soft facial contours, black hair and white skin, and the color of the hair band matched his skin tone.

After all, Shang Hao was an amateur, so he tied a knot in the center of his head, acting as if he was going to tie him into a gift.

"It looks good," he said affirmatively.

Lin Anran touched the two extra hairbands around her ears that looked like hanging rabbit ears, and did not raise any objections.

"Thank you for giving me the present." He said.

It was obvious that Lin Anran was short-talking and silly, but Shang Hao just felt that today's Ranran was still a little bit hot. He talked less in the first place, and today is twice as quiet as usual.

"No thanks." He knowingly asked Lin Anran, who was wearing a headband in front of him, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Lin Anran avoided him and shook his head.

Still don't say anything.

Shang Hao can probably be sure that he is angry with himself because of today's affairs.

Lin Anran is really a tortoise, right? In his understanding of life, it’s safe to stay in his own shell-it’s safe not to make friends, it’s safe not to speak actively, and it’s just that they don’t choose to speak out when they encounter problems between them. Sulking himself.

But he said nothing, and no one knew what he wanted in his heart. Even that strange letter was secretly sent to his company.

If he hadn't discovered Lin Anran's behavior this time, I don't know how long Lin Anran wanted to keep hiding from him.

In the lives of the two of them, Shang Hao could foresee that he would be the one who was brutally violent in the future. Cold violence is also violence. It happens that he eats soft but not hard, but Shang Hao wants to see when he can get scorched.

He was not good at teasing Lin Anran in that letter. But this incident was a joke between him and Lin Anran, because Lin Anran wrote to another "Shang Hao" without telling him.

Shang Hao regarded this as a little fun between the two. When I came back tonight, I brought a gift to Ranran as usual.

He didn't even say he was angry yet, Lin Anran even angered him first.

——So he stayed patiently in this shabby house for Lin Anran for so long during this period, did Lin Anran trust him one day?

What Shang Hao could have said was the same as every time before. But he didn't want to mention it again this time. Lin Anran needs to learn how to speak.

He has been trying to teach Lin Anran to speak.

It's not to force him to communicate, at least in front of him, Shang Hao didn't want Lin Anran to just turn his back to silence when he was with him.

The two were together that night, but Lin Anran didn't say a word to Shang Hao.

Shang Hao took a shower in the bathroom.

The warm water rushed through, and he stood alone in the bathroom, feeling irritable.

This matter can't just go over, and Lin Anran can't let Lin Anran think that escape can solve everything.

He decided to do something.

After he came out of the bathroom, after a while, it was Lin Anran's turn to go in and take a bath.

Shang Hao watched him walk in from the sofa. He patiently sat outside for a while, estimated that the time was almost up, got up and went to the bathroom door, put his hands in and leaned there.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Then there was an unusually long silence.

Shang Hao, who was waiting outside, raised a nasty smile at the corner of his mouth.

He was really on the fire today. Before he came out of the shower, he emptied the bottles of shower gel and shampoo, and all the bottles were also washed out by him, so he was guaranteed to be inside at this time. Lin Anran, who was taking a bath, couldn't make any foam.

If he can still accept the shower gel, according to his understanding of Lin Anran, it would be very uncomfortable for him to get wet without shampoo.

He didn't believe that Lin Anran was like this and still refused to speak to him today.

Sure enough, after a small tossing movement passed, Lin Anran seemed to give up inside. Quietness was restored in the bathroom.

Shang Hao couldn't hear the clue, Shi Shiran put his hands in outside and waited for him to call his name, her dark eyes staring at the light-transmitting bathroom door.

However, after a while, there was no movement in the bathroom.

Does this man really plan to call him?

He frowned, couldn't stay outside, and unscrewed the bathroom door handle with a soft voice. He wants to see how Lin Anran, who doesn't have any shampoo, wants to solve it--

In the bathroom, a snow-white arm was stretched out from the shower room. Half of Lin Anran's body was sticking out from it, and that hand was going straight to reach the shaving foam on the sink.

Shang Hao was about to laugh at the scene in front of him as soon as he entered.

If he took away the shaving foam earlier, should Lin Anran be holding toothpaste now?

The bathroom area was so big, the movement he came in still shocked the people in the shower room, and that hand shrank back in a moment of fright. You don't need to look at it to know that Lin Anran must also have a frightened expression on his face at this time.

As soon as he saw Shang Hao appearing in the bathroom, he was anxious to close the door, but he did not move fast enough, and the door was supported by a big hand in the next second.

The partition glass between the two was frosted and striped, and he couldn't see Lin Anran's body.

Lin Anran was comparable to a severely frightened animal, his face was pinched by a hand when he was looking up.

Shang Hao held the door with one hand, and squeezed his face with the other. At this time, Lin Anran looked like a drowning animal, or a prey caught by the back of his neck.

It was the first time he saw such a Shang Hao, Lin Anran panted in his hand, her face turned pale, and she was shrinking pitifully behind the door.

But there was still no sound from beginning to end. Even if you tell him to go out.

"Lin Anran, you look at me," Shang Hao stood outside the door, just wanting to ask him, "Is it really that difficult for you to talk to me?"

Lin Anran's wet black hair stuck to the sides of his face, and stuck heavily to his neck and shoulders. Shang Hao squeezed his face and felt his teeth tremble.

When Shang Hao saw him like this, his heart felt pain and anger. But the anger in my heart seemed to be extinguished by abruptness, and no fire could come out.

He has never experienced the experience of getting angry in the middle and abruptly suppressing it. He even stopped to teach Lin Anran: "What did I do wrong, you feel unhappy, you just say, I'll change it next time?"

Shang Hao himself was amazed that he could suppress the anger when he was angry.

But Lin Anran seemed to have something to say.

His cheeks were squeezed, and his soaked body was tight, hiding behind the door as hard as he could. He could only make a shapeless, strange sound. In addition, he spoke very hard. Lin Anran said three words. broken.

"……I am sorry."

Lin Anran squeezed a voice from his throat to speak to him.

His face in Shang Hao's hands was wet and cold. After he said this, Shang Hao opened his eyes and saw tears bursting into his eyes suddenly and uncontrollably.

Shang Hao was suddenly scalded by the tears in his eyes.

Quite the opposite of what he thought. Lin Anran wasn't angry with him, he didn't even know that he was being teased.

Shang Hao discovered the bad things he had done. He felt sorry for Shang Hao.

His silence was not because of sulking. He foresaw what would happen afterwards.

I did something wrong, you must hate me, you hate me, you can not talk to me.

Lin Anran knew how he was disliked by others, and they isolated him from a young age and didn't talk to him. He sits at a table alone.

Because he knew that others would not care about him, he did not speak the same way. When he grows up, silence becomes one of his reaction mechanisms, subconsciously he is avoiding harm.

He is pessimistic. He has enough experience in making friends to support his pessimism. So that Shang Hao suddenly took a gift home today and he regarded it as an abnormal behavior. Is it the last gift? Or what compensation? ...

Lin Anran has never been angry with him from beginning to end. He recognized his mistakes earlier than Shang Hao, and predicted the consequences with less confidence. He did something wrong.