They are Chasing Me!

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Su An finished work. His muscles were a little sore, and his thin white arms trembled unconsciously. Su An sat on the sofa, carefully massaging his arms and thighs, and when he looked up again, he found He Xiran was standing at the table taking medicine.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed expressionlessly. On the table, the white bottle and medicine box were placed alone with the water glass.

Su An's eyelids twitched, and he didn't care about the soreness. He hurried over and worried, "Teacher, are you okay?"

Looking at the medicine bottle from the corner of the corner of the eye, a mass of black letters became smaller than ants, and I couldn't see clearly. He Xiran turned his head and glanced at Su An indifferently. Cheng Suan was fixed in place, blinking his eyes nervously, "Teacher?"

"Don't call me teacher." Half of He Xiran's face fell into shadow, "You are not from this circle."

Su An was shy. He entangled his fingers and said shyly, "Uncle."

He Xiran: "..."

He had probably never seen something so familiar to Su An, and he smoked in silence again.

Su An didn't see any similarities between him and Chu He, but he would rather kill him by mistake than let him go. He leaned close to He Xiran, looked at the table, and just wanted to innocently ask what the medicine was, but saw a photo frame.

The photo is a family portrait, the father is a foreigner, with striking green eyes and hooked nose. The mother is gentle and weak, with long black curly hair hanging down her chest. Standing in front were He Xiran and another young lady. This lady was like a copy of her mother, with gentle eyes, as soft as dodder flowers.

A family of four, all with white skin.

"Uncle," Su An, "is this your family?"

He Xiran remained silent.

Su An, when he acquiesced, pointed to the young lady in the photo frame curiously, "Is this uncle's sister?"

He Xiran leaned against the table, playing with the lighter in his hand, and finally opened his voice, "That's my sister."

The fire suddenly went out, and her tone remained unchanged, "She was married and died two months ago."

"..." Su An lowered her head, feeling guilty, "I'm sorry."

The conversation should have ended here, but He Xiran looked at Su An and continued, "Her name is He Feiyu."

Su An froze in place.

A flash of light flashed in his mind, and the death certificate on Shen Changxiu's desk flashed across.

Su An frowned and returned to Shen's house.

Shen Changxiu is a famous local bachelor, rich and handsome. Su An has never heard of the news that Shen Changxiu was married, but if the He Feiyu He Xiran mentioned is really the He Feiyu on the death certificate in Shen Changxiu's study, does it mean that the person He Feiyu married is Shen Changxiu .

Yes, his singleness is not necessarily single in the traditional sense. He has an ex-wife, and his ex-wife died, and he is single again because of the loss of his wife.

But if they are really a couple, Shen Changxiu plans to get engaged to his sister three months after his ex-wife passed away.

The mind was in a mess, and many puzzles were grouped together. Su An rubbed his head and climbed to the third floor. After thinking twice, he decided to tell Cheng Suqing about it.

Does Cheng Suqing know about this?

How did He Feiyu die?

The marriage between Shen Changxiu and Cheng Suqing after three months has already cast an ominous shadow in Su An's eyes. He always feels that Shen Changxiu's purpose is unknown. No, it's not just the marriage of the two of them, everyone here has a cloud of black mist, and all kinds of secrets are buried. If you want to know who is under the skin, you have to solve these secrets first.

Su An walked up to the third floor quickly, and was about to knock on Cheng Suqing's door, but heard a small conversation coming from inside.

His eyebrows jumped, and his hand stopped by the door in time.

Apart from Cheng Suqing's voice, there was also a somewhat familiar male voice inside the door. Su Jingjing listened for a while, thought and thought, and suddenly realized that it was Chu Tezhu's voice.

Assistant Chu's tone was complicated, as if he was begging, "Ah Qing, you can't marry Shen Changxiu."

Cheng Suqing said coldly, "Who I marry is none of your business?"

"He's not as good as he looks on the surface," Chu Tezhu said with difficulty, "He..."

His voice lowered, and he lost his mind, "He can't take care of you well."

Su An's expression became serious.

The voice was muffled, so I couldn't really hear what was said. But one or two words here and there can also hold big messages. Why is Assistant Chu in Cheng Suqing's room?

He was wrong, Su An originally thought that Shen Changxiu was plotting against Cheng Suqing, but he never expected his sister to be so powerful, she had already given Shen Changxiu a green hat one step ahead.

The door was silent for a long time, and Cheng Suqing's sobbing voice broke down, "Get out, why do you say such things? What qualifications do you have to say such things to me!"

The concierge separated most of the conversation, and Su An was listening intently, when someone behind him suddenly asked, "Su An?"

Su An's scalp went numb instantly, he licked his lips dryly, turned around calmly and smiled and said, "Brother-in-law, are you here to look for my sister too? My sister just fell asleep."

He walked over and pretended to be obedient with his little face up: "Brother-in-law gets off work early tonight."

Shen Changxiu raised his hand and lightly touched Su An's temples, "There are few things today. Why are you sweating?"

"It's too hot." Su An's face was still flushed from running just now, "Is brother-in-law hot?"

Cheng Suqing's room became quiet, probably overhearing their conversation.

Shen Changxiu took his hand and walked downstairs, "Brother-in-law will take you down to eat ice porridge."

Su An obediently followed him, "Okay, thank you brother-in-law."

The two gradually moved away from the third floor.

To be honest, people like Shen Changxiu can easily be respected and admired by adolescent boys. He is like an excellent leader on the road of life growth, gentle and mature, and tolerant like the sea.

Shen Changxiu turned around and smiled, Su An pursed the corners of his lips, and slowed down in embarrassment.

The red face reminds people of soft and sweet cakes.

But such a person obviously still has a big secret hidden under the surface.

Cheng Suqing went downstairs during dinner. She looked like she had just woken up, with thin black silk shoulder straps hanging on her white shoulders. She was taken aback when she saw Shen Changxiu, and her eyes overflowed with surprise, "Changxiu, why did you leave work so late today?" morning?"

Hastily stepped forward to be intimate, and then pouted coquettishly, "Honey, why didn't you tell me in advance."

The two of them rubbed each other's ears, like a loving couple. At an angle that no one noticed, Cheng Suqing raised his head from Shen Changxiu's shoulder, and glanced at his younger brother complicatedly.

Cheng Suan was burying his head in his meal, earnestly eating every grain of rice, never wasting a single bit. Cheeks are bulging, his face is still green, and he is still a child at first glance.

Cheng Suqing retracted her eyes and thought bitterly, Su An has just grown up, she never yelled at him a lot on weekdays, and she knew how to protect her sister at critical times. It's quite stupid, Cheng Suqing usually dislikes such kindness and simplicity the most, and finds it false and disgusting, but this time, she moved her mouth, but couldn't say anything else.

Cheng Suqing must have felt uneasy, so he kept greeting Shen Changxiu throughout dinner. Until the end of dinner, Su An didn't have time to tell Cheng Suqing about Shen Changxiu's ex-wife.

Su An lay on the bed and touched her stuffed stomach, sighing worriedly. At this moment, a message popped up on the phone to remind him that 260,000 yuan had been credited to the bank card.

The money was transferred from He Xiran's personal account, and the money from the studio was not touched. Su An looked at the six-figure deposit and sat up abruptly. It was He Xiran who touched his money today.

He carefully picked up the phone, his eyes sparkling.

Because of his growth experience, Yuanshen has a stubborn love for money, and because of Cheng Suqing's influence, money is the most powerful thing in Yuanshen's view.

Pretend to be obedient and stupid, all for money.

Su An kissed the phone and fell asleep contentedly.

On the second day of school, many students were still discussing that the great painter came to the school to recruit models last week, and the post was full of popularity. Su An pressed the phone under the notebook to play, and found that there were a lot of information in the post that was not marked on the encyclopedia.

"He Xiran's father is Irish, and his mother is said to have fallen in love with his father at first sight."

"Love at first sight? Isn't his dad very romantic?"

"The woman's love at first sight does not mean that the man is a reliable person..."

The deskmate bumped into him suddenly, "Su An, look outside."

Su An looked up and saw a group of school leaders walking by with He Xiran in the corridor outside the window. The head of the school laughed all over his face, and sweat flowed all over his face.

"The old men are wearing real clothes today, and they even put on suits in summer." Huang Shan put his arm on Su An's shoulders, tsk tsk, "It's weird, Su An, look at He Xiran, it's such a hot day He didn't sweat a drop."

Su An looked at He Xiran, he was more formally dressed than anyone else around him, but he looked stern and elegant among a group of peers, and he was air-conditioned under the sun.

Looking at him, I felt a chill rising. If it wasn't for the big sun still hanging in the sky, or if this was not the real world, Su An would have thought He Xiran was a vampire.

Goosebumps crept up, "Huang Shan, do you think something is wrong with He Xiran?"

Huang Shan was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

He Xiran who was outside the window suddenly turned around and glanced at the classroom through the glass window. I don't know if it's an illusion, but Su An seems to have seen a flash of deep green light in his eyes.

Su An was startled, and she smiled reflexively and rolled her eyes, revealing her small white teeth, obedient and sweet.

The school leader is still bragging with He Xiran, "Mr. He, the students in our school are very sensible and will never destroy your painting, so you can rest assured."

He Xiran retracted her eyes and let out a "hmm".

He Xiran borrowed the school's art classroom to recruit models in the school. The school didn't ask for anything else, and even wanted to ask He Xiran to paint an oil painting for the school. He Xiran has fewer and fewer paintings that have been circulated on the market in the past few years, and even a single painting has not been completed this year. The paintings taken from He Xiran's hands are extremely valuable, and they have more room for appreciation than money.

The school now regards He Xiran as a guest of honor. As long as He Xiran has a need, no matter what it is, the school will try its best to meet it.

In the second class in the morning, the head teacher hurriedly said, "Cheng Suan, come out."

The school asked Su An to accompany He Xiran to walk around the school to find a sketching place that He Xiran liked.

Su An was carrying a bunch of things, and was brought to He Xiran with a flushed face. He Xiran was sitting under the shade of a tree beside the central lake, the shadows were scattered on his pale skin, and the knuckles of the fingers with cigarettes in the three-piece wrapped clothes were distinct.

The boy who hurried over opened the parasol and tried to hold it above He Xiran's head, "Teacher, where do you want to go?"

He Xi lit the soot from the bomb, and the teacher who brought Su An hesitated for a moment, "Mr. He, you can't smoke in front of the students."

The tall painter stubbed out the cigarette, and his eyes moved down to Su An.

Walking here under the sun all the way, fine beads of sweat appeared on Su An's nose. His eyebrows are thick and beautiful, the brow bone is clear and tough, his bones are good, and his sweaty face is better than others.

He Xi lit up and threw half of the cigarette into the trash can. The teacher smiled gratifiedly and left quickly.

Su An asked again, and said in a good temper: "Where does the teacher want to go?"

"You're not called uncle anymore?" He Xiran asked suddenly.

Cheng Suan blushed, and his ears shrank in embarrassment, "Uncle," the fingers holding the umbrella handle curled up, "There are two garden squares next to the central lake, and there are rockeries piled up. Do you want to go and have a look?"

He Xiran removed the parasol, "Lead the way."

On the way to the garden, He Xiran took out another cigarette and lit it as if no one else was around.

Su An lowered her head, smelling the pleasant smell of smoke, and smiled coldly in her heart.

On the surface, He Xiran is a cold, restrained, good man with abstinence. Looking at it now, the label he was given earlier is not enough. This person is obviously extremely selfish. He knows that Su An is a student and needs to go to class, and he has been told not to smoke, but he doesn't care about it, and he still does what he has to do.

I am completely happy with myself, and I don't care about others indifferently.

The two of them passed the music classroom on the way, and the melodious and lively piano music could be heard faintly. Su An paused, attracted by the sound of the music, and unconsciously stood by the door to listen for a while.

When He Xiran walked far away, he realized that he hadn't followed. He let out a puff of smoke from the side of his head, and looked back at Su An for a few seconds. He raised his foot and went back to the door of the music classroom, raised his hand and knocked on the door, disturbing the sound of the piano inside the door.

Someone in the classroom asked: "Who?"

Su An also came back to his senses, and looked at He Xiran suspiciously.

He Xiran looked down at Su An indifferently, he didn't feel any guilt about destroying the music, "Follow me."

Su An nodded blankly, "Okay."

He obediently followed behind He Xiran, and did not return to the classroom until the last class in the morning.

Huang Shan fetched him a glass of water, gossiped: "Su An, what did the teacher call you out for so long?"

"Go to run errands for others." Su An's voice was soft and weak from exhaustion, "Huang Shan, do you know why He Xiran came to our school to recruit mannequins?"

Huang Shan rubbed her chin, "Coincidentally, I just got some news a few days ago."

Su An raised his eyelids: "What?"

Huang Shan lowered his voice, "A friend in the circle told me that He Xiran just came back from abroad a week ago. He is a big figure in the art circle." But He Xiran hasn’t painted any works for more than a year or almost two years, some people say that He Xiran can’t write now, he can’t draw anymore.”

Su An was taken aback, Huang Shan was in high spirits, and her voice was even lower, "I have a friend who is a fan of He Xiran's paintings. According to him, from before to now, He Xiran has never been able to draw without smoke, but it is estimated that now I can’t paint when there’s smoke.”

Su An scratched his nose. He Xiran did not smoke a lot when he was painting. He wondered if the canvas was soaked in the smell of his smoke.

Is the white bottle of medicine that He Xiran took also related to his inability to draw?

Huang Shan was curious: "Su An, what are you asking him for?"

Su An smiled politely, and scolded lightly and softly: "I doubt if his brain is sick." Damn it, he stayed by He Xiran's side all morning, and he couldn't even look at his phone, so he lost his eyesight. He is comfortable only by staring at He Xiran all the time.

Huang Shan let out a snort, and suppressed a laugh.

Su An scolded He Xiran in her heart for an entire afternoon, and felt better after finishing today's duty. After cleaning the blackboard and tidying up the podium, when he turned around, he accidentally cut his palm by an iron nail at the corner of the podium table, and the stinging pain hit him, and the blood slid down the white palm, flowing along the palm lines, winding into beautiful patterns .

It hurt a little, Su An frowned, and was about to find a tissue, when footsteps approached outside the door, he looked up, and the man who had been scolded by him all afternoon was leaning against the door and looking at his palm.

"Uncle," Su An's heart moved, and he laughed awkwardly. He can guarantee that he smiled like a little angel, "Can you help me take down the tissue?"

He Xiran stared at him for a while, the blood dripped to the ground, and the corners of Su An's mouth became stiff, so he lowered his eyes and stepped forward, holding Su An's hand.

Su An showed her strength, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a small injury..."

He Xiran suddenly lowered her head and licked the wound on her palm.

The blood was swept away by the tip of the tongue, and the curly black hair was shining with a cold luster. He Xiran concentrated on cleaning up the blood. He closed his eyes, and Su An could only see his long, curly and thick eyelashes.

Surprised, she subconsciously pulled her hand, but He Xiran still held her palm motionless.

"He Xiran...!" Called him loudly.

This man has long fingers, but he is very strong.

The sense of absurdity in Su An's heart became more and more intense, and the sky outside turned red, like a vision that a monster was about to poke its head.

The wound was numb and crisp, and He Xiran, who was buried in his palm, finally raised his head, the tiny wound had been sucked greedily until it turned white. He Xiran's lips were stained with Su An's blood, dyeing them a healthy color.

A pair of eyes fused with his father's genes had thick green precipitation, He Xiran said: "Shh."

Hush your sister! Su An's eyes widened in horror, like a frightened deer, he was about to cry out, but He Xiran calmly warned: "Do you want to be sucked by me?"

Su An closed her mouth pitifully, choked up, "I shut up."

Mom has ghosts.

He Xiran licked away the last blood on her lips, straightened up and straightened her clothes. Su An was so frightened that she shivered, her mind was full of the image of a vampire with a blue face and fangs.

Can He Xiran really be a vampire? His skin was pale, his brain was sick, and he licked his blood.

He Xiran laughed out of his fear, the tall man bent down again, the shadow blocked the setting sun and covered Su An.

"I'm lying to you," the smell of smoke changed from light to strong, He Xiran's eyes fixed on the light blue blood vessels on Su An's neck, his breath made the fluff tremble, and he said lightly, "How can there be vampires in this world."

The eyes avoid the light, the greenness is gone, and it is as deep as pitch black.