Loving Strangers

【Do you have time today? 】

Baizhi ignored this message directly, she just woke up with a very empty mind, and there were countless people who asked her out every day, so she really didn't want to reply one by one.

Open the fridge, it's empty.

The late-night snack packed last night had already been eaten and wiped clean, lying in the trash can.

She held the handle of the kettle and poured a glass of cloudy water.

Overnight or stay for a few days, who knows.

"Come on."

With a guitar on her back, Baizhi came to the bar where she sang regularly, and nodded to the visitor, "Give me a glass of water."

The attitude is familiar, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Taozi is the waiter at the bar, usually the boss is not around, so here she has the final say.She reached for the water glasses that were neatly placed on the bar counter. The water stains on them were not wiped clean, and it seemed that she had just washed them not long ago.

Fake Gongji poured a glass of iced lemonade for which he had to pay.

Bai Zhi stared at the lemon slices floating in the glass for a while, and then drank most of it through the straw.

The crowded bus is so hot that it is almost dead.

She took off the backpack and guitar behind her, and handed the backpack to Taozi, "Save it for me, I'll take it with you when I leave."

Taozi lowered her head to play with her phone, took it without raising her head, and casually said, "It's not too late yet."

"I know, I saw an acquaintance." It was not an acquaintance.Baizhi felt ridiculous for what she said, she put the guitar away, and even though there was a protective bag outside, she still asked with concern: "Look at it for me, I will be back later."

Baizhi jumped off the high stool and walked straight to the corner.

Sitting in the corner was a little girl, her long hair draped behind her shoulders, and her black clothes melted into the night. If it weren't for the flickering scarlet and the lingering smoke, I really wouldn't be able to tell that there was someone there.

Bai Zhi approached, looking directly at her through the white mist, deserted.

She couldn't figure it out that the little beauty who was exuding the tranquility of time in the studio that day, sitting behind the drawing board and seriously drawing on her body, would be puffing in the inconspicuous corner of the bar.

The action is quite skilled.

"Hi." After the lemonade polish, her voice was quite 'clean'.

And there is no guilt at all for not replying to people's messages in the evening.

"What a coincidence."

It seemed that in an instant she returned to her normal state, put out the cigarette, and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Little Orange?"

Baizhi pulled out the chair and sat down, facing her.

Xiaoju nodded obediently, "Yes."

"Why are you here alone?"

"I wanted to ask you out, but you didn't reply to the message." Xiaoju was so straightforward that Baizhi couldn't resist.

Baizhi's complexion did not change: "I have something to do in the afternoon."

She nodded in understanding.

Then he asked Baizhi, "Why are you here?"

Baizhi pointed to the small stage where the spotlight was on, "Professional, resident singing."

"That's my coincidence."

Baizhi nodded, and there was no more conversation between the two of them.

With sharp eyes, she noticed the drawing board at Xiaoju's feet, and asked her, "Did you come out to draw?"

"Almost, let's take a stroll."

"Oh, fine, then you..."

"are you free tomorrow?"

"……Eh?"

"I need a model, and I want to paint oil paintings. The time may be longer, and the price can be increased." After Xiaoju finished speaking, she deliberately added two words: "I won't take it off."

Baizhi came to the hotel inexplicably.

The location given by Xiaoju, the chartered car fee.If Xiaoju is a man, she must suspect that she wants to sleep with herself.

"Come here?"

This line sounds familiar.

But when she saw the easel set up beside the bed, she couldn't figure it out again.Artists are weirdos indeed.

She took the first step to characterize Xiaoju.

"You sleep on the bed."

"Ah?" Baizhi was confused when he heard this kind of request for the first time.

"You can fall asleep, as long as you fall asleep. You can do whatever you want."

Xiaoju's hair was pinned behind her head by a pencil, her expression didn't look like she was joking, but rather serious.Speech is also rigid.

Baizhi works as a part-time nude model, whether she is long or not, or short.

I still know a little bit.Lying on the bed, she asked Xiaoju, "Do you have a set theme?"

"Have."

"what is it then?"

Xiaoju didn't speak for a long, long time.

Baizhi was stuck in the big soft bed, the air conditioner was adjusted just right, and it was extremely comfortable.

She gradually fell into a light sleep, and slowly fell asleep again.

Xiaoju's sketch skills are profound, the pen is fast, and the proportions are also accurate.She adjusted the palette and stained her hands with colorful paints. From painting to coloring, it was enough for Baizhi to sleep well.

After drawing, she routinely writes down the time and date.

Xiaoju got stuck on the title of the work, she thought about the question Baizhi just asked her.

Have you decided on a theme?

Of course there are.

is desire.

desire.

——The desire to see you drives me to record you with what I am best at.