That's my brother.
He had changed his clothes and was carrying a simple backpack. He looked dusty but in good spirits. He was stunned when he saw the three people in the dormitory staring at him, their eyes filled with complicated emotions.
"...What's wrong with you?" he asked.
No one answered. The entire dormitory fell into an eerie silence.
In the end, it was Fat Jiang who couldn't hold back his words and asked cautiously and tentatively, "Shi Guang... Boss, did you have a good time over the weekend?"
"Not bad." Shi Guang nodded, walked to his seat and put down his backpack.
"Um... I saw the photo on WeChat Moments." Fat Jiang finally couldn't help but ask the question everyone wanted to ask, "Who is that handsome guy in the photo with you?"
Shi Guang paused while packing his things.
He raised his head and glanced at the three roommates in front of him, each with a different expression. Finally, his gaze fell on Lu Yu's face, which was full of "I'm very unhappy".
He seemed to think about it, and then replied in a very calm tone:
"My brother, Shi Nian."
“Brother…brother?!”
Fat Jiang's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He pointed at the phone screen, then at Shi Guang, his face filled with disbelief. "A...biological brother?"
"What else?" Shi Guang asked back, with a barely perceptible hint of helplessness in his tone.
Lu Yu's brain froze instantly when he heard the words "my brother." He felt as if his heart, which had been bobbing in a sea of jealousy for two days and two nights, had been suddenly plucked up by an invisible hand. The unreality was so great that he wanted to laugh.
A huge, surviving ecstasy, mixed with the shame of his foolish behavior of the past two days, suddenly rushed over him. His cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably, and he didn't even dare to check the time. He could only turn around abruptly and pretend to tidy up his desk to hide his grin that was about to reach his ears.
On the other side, Fat Jiang, after a brief shock, immediately switched to gossip mode.
"Damn! You actually have a younger brother! He's quite handsome! How old is he? Are you also studying in Jiangcheng? You two look really alike!" He asked a series of questions like a curious baby.
"Senior year, college entrance exam next year." Shi Guang's answer was still brief and to the point. He didn't seem to want to talk about this topic any more. He just silently took out a few small snacks neatly wrapped in oil paper from his backpack and placed them on the table.
"My mother asked me to bring you some vegetarian cakes from the temple."
"Wow! Thank you, boss! Thank you, auntie!" Fatty Jiang cheered and immediately took one without hesitation, stuffing it into his mouth, and mumbling incoherent praise, "Delicious! The osmanthus flavor is amazing!"
Sun Rui also took one and carefully analyzed it before eating: "The main ingredients are glutinous rice flour and vegetable oil. The calories are moderate and it is a high-quality carbohydrate. Not bad."
Lu Yu turned around and looked at the vegetarian cakes on the table that exuded a faint osmanthus fragrance, and then looked at Shi Guang who was lowering his head to organize things.
It turned out...his family came to see him.
It turns out... he would even think of bringing them some local specialties.
turn out to be……
It turns out that everything is just my own worry.
Lu Yu's mood was like a thrilling roller coaster ride, from the valley of jealousy all the way to the clouds of ecstasy. He picked up a piece of plain cake and put it in his mouth. The sweet sweetness of osmanthus instantly spread across his taste buds.
He felt that this was the most delicious snack he had ever eaten in his life.
As he ate, he secretly glanced at Shi Guang from the corner of his eye. He noticed that when Shi Guang mentioned his brother, his eyes, which were always clear and cold, would unconsciously reveal the gentleness that belonged to an older brother. That gentleness was like the first ray of sunlight shining through the clouds on a winter day, although weak, it was enough to melt the hardest ice and snow.
As Lu Yu watched, the bitter jealousy in his heart completely dissipated. Instead, a softer, more bewildered emotion took its place.
He felt that his behavior over the past two days was extremely stupid.
He actually imagined a whole 8 o'clock evening drama of love, hate and vengeance just because of a photo of his brothers, and tortured himself to death.
"Um...your brother is quite handsome." Lu Yu cleared his throat and tried to use the most ordinary compliment to cover up the turbulent waves in his heart, and also to apologize for his unreasonable hostility in the past two days.
Shi Guang didn't seem to expect Lu Yu to bring this up. He paused while packing his things, raised his head, glanced at Lu Yu, and then nodded softly.
"Just a little noisy." He added, with a hint of indulgence in his tone that he didn't even realize.
Seeing him like this, Lu Yu felt an itch in his heart, as if being gently scratched by a cat's claws. He wanted to ask a few more questions, to know more about Shi Guang's family, to know what kind of person this brother was who could make him look so gentle.
He knew that for someone like Shi Guang, who had a strong sense of boundaries, any excessive exploration would be an offense. He had finally managed to knock open a tiny crack in the door, and he couldn't let the door close again just because of his eagerness for quick success.
After the military training, my university life finally got back on track. A packed schedule replaced the sweaty drills and became the main theme of my life.
The first professional course is "History of Ancient Chinese Architecture".
The class took place in a large, antique-style lecture hall on the East Campus, seating nearly two hundred people. Lu Yu, Jiang Xiaopang, and Sun Rui hadn't arrived early, and the classroom was already mostly occupied. They habitually tried to slip to the back, but found the last row occupied by Zhao Teng and his band of brothers, huddled together, animatedly discussing something.
"Brother Lu, this way!" Zhao Teng was sharp-eyed and waved to them as soon as he saw them.
"Forget it, there are too many people." Lu Yu shook his head. He didn't like noisy environments. He glanced around the classroom and soon found a familiar figure in a corner by the window in the third row.
Shi Guang was sitting there alone, the two seats beside him empty. Before him lay a sketchbook and a row of uniformly sharpened pencils. He was completely silent, completely out of tune with the bustle around him, as if he were surrounded by a transparent barrier.
Lu Yu's heart suddenly moved for no apparent reason. He almost subconsciously said to the two people beside him, "Let's go sit in the front."
"Huh? Why are you sitting so far forward?" Fatty Jiang said reluctantly, "Aren't you just waiting to be called by the teacher?"
"The field of vision is good, which makes it convenient for taking notes." Sun Rui pushed his glasses and gave an irrefutable reason.
So the three of them walked towards that corner.
Lu Yu wanted to sit down in the empty seat next to Shi Guang. But just as he was about to sit down, a boy he didn't know very well suddenly came over from the other side, got there first, and put his schoolbag in that seat.
"Excuse me, monitor," said the boy, Xu Wenjie, the class propaganda committee member. He looked very gentle, but he was very purposeful in everything he did. "I've already taken this seat for someone from our dormitory."
Lu Yu paused, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
At this moment, Shi Guang suddenly moved the books and stationery on his other side to his side, leaving a whole space. He didn't look at Lu Yu, but just said lightly:
"There's no one here."
Xu Wenjie's expression froze slightly, a hint of embarrassment. Lu Yu's mood instantly brightened. He unceremoniously sat down in the seat Shi Guang had vacated, even deliberately pulling his chair toward Shi Guang.
"Thank you." He said to Shi Guang, with an uncontrollable upward curve at the corner of his mouth.
Shi Guang didn't respond, but silently moved his sketchbook half an inch to the side.
The white-haired old professor was holding a pointer, pointing at the complicated bracket structure diagram on the PPT that looked like a hieroglyphic book, and talking with saliva flying.
"Students, look here! This is called 'ang', and this is called 'qiao'. Layer upon layer, they support the roof of the entire palace without a single nail! This is the unique wisdom and romance of our ancient Chinese!"
In the lecture hall, most of the students were drowsy.
The student council members in the front row sat upright, scribbling furiously, trying to capture every word the professor said. Fat Jiang, sitting in the back, had propped up his textbooks for cover as he and Zhao Teng began playing a mobile game online. Both of them would occasionally flash lewd smiles, only to switch to expressions of focused listening whenever the professor glanced over, their acting skills rivaling those of an award-winning actor.
Lu Yu sat next to Shi Guang, pretending to look at the blackboard seriously, but out of the corner of his eye, as if attracted by a magnet, he kept glancing uncontrollably at the person next to him.
Shi Guang listened very carefully.
He sat bolt upright, his expensive mechanical pencil moving rapidly across his sketchbook. Without even looking at the PowerPoint presentation, he simply listened to the professor's explanation and, relying on his own understanding and imagination, accurately depicted the complex bracket-arch structure on paper.
His brushstrokes were clean and sharp, his lines flowing and graceful. He wasn't drawing an engineering drawing, but rather creating an artwork. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his soft hair and casting a small, quiet shadow. His lips, slightly pursed in thought, revealed a stubborn seriousness.
Lu Yu looked a little lost in thought.
He suddenly felt that the old professor was right.
This kind of concentration, this kind of creation, is itself a fatal romance.
What's even more terrible is that this romance is happening right next to him at this moment, within his reach.
He could even smell the faint, clean scent emanating from Shi Guang, like a pine forest after snow.
"The fat student in the blue shirt in the last row!" The old professor suddenly raised his voice and slammed his pointer on the podium. "Answer me. What's the difference between paving and filling paving?"
Jiang Xiaopang, immersed in the joy of his pentakill, was startled by the call, his phone nearly flying out of his hand. He stood up abruptly, staring blankly at the professor, hesitating for a long time, unable to answer a single word.
The whole class burst into suppressed laughter.
"How dare you use your phone in my class? Come to my office after class!" The old professor glared, clearly disgusted by this behavior. His eyes suddenly shifted and landed on Lu Yu.
"Student Lu Yu."
Lu Yu suddenly came to his senses and found that all his classmates, including Shi Guang who was standing next to him, were turning their heads to look at him.
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