Mr Gingerbread

Lu Ming slapped him on the forehead and said, "Are you a dog, or a military dog, eh?"

Seeing him like this, Han Qiaoyu felt at ease, but still wrapped his arms around Lu Ming and stretched out his arms to hug him and asked, "What did that person tell you? Or, what did he do to you before?"

Lu Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "What did you say to Brother Xu in the front yard, and you came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime in such a short while."

Han Qiaoyu said: "Before the winter vacation, something must have happened, right?" The bystanders knew that among the words Xu Tu said, he could vaguely feel that there was something wrong with just a few sentences.

Lu Ming sighed, and said, "He's really not. He likes women, and before the winter vacation, he introduced me to a blind date, a pretty nice girl, who wanted to take me there to meet." Lu Ming said, but instead He is not as disappointed as he imagined. He was not keen on the relationship between men and women before. It was only after getting in touch with Sun Boxian that he gradually realized that he might like something different from everyone else. This is a bit like a strange mood, to be honest. It's quite complicated, but Sun Boxian has always treated him very well, even so good that Lu Ming misunderstood him.

But at this moment, this man still had a friendly smile on his face, said words that surpassed his friend's concern, and turned around to take him to meet a beautiful girl and help him on a blind date.

Sun Boxian is very kind to him, but this kind of kindness can sometimes hurt people very much.

Lu Ming spent the previous 20 years on calligraphy and painting, and he was indifferent to everything. Before he could release the hazy affection in his heart, he was immediately pushed down. He stood in the depths of the darkness, and the person closest to him His senior brother stretched out his hand to him, enthusiastically and eagerly wanting to take him to know more girls and get him back on the right track.

Lu Ming didn't know if Sun Boxian noticed his difference. If he didn't, Lu Ming felt that he didn't have to bother him. It would be good to let him stay in the normal order and be an ordinary friend; if he did, Lu Ming felt that he It is also possible not to contact the other party anymore, the two of them could not reach an agreement at all in terms of ideas, and it was not a pity to cut off some thoughts that were still hazy, so he didn't ask any more questions at all.

It's normal to be estranged for half a year.

The winter he left was very difficult, but Lu Ming didn't want to stand back and return to the so-called "normal".

Now that he has discovered what he wants, he will no longer hide it and live under that layer of pretense.

This was also one of the reasons why he settled down so quickly after meeting Han Qiaoyu.

Lu Ming had already put down his mind, and it wasn't that troublesome to explain to Han Qiaoyu, but he was lazy and didn't like to mention Sun Boxian's name. This guy with a dog's nose sniffed it out immediately, so he could only say: "Dean Sun is his Father, there are elders in my family who learned painting. I started to show paintings to Dean Sun slowly in high school, and I knew Sun Boxian early. He was already a top student in the oil painting department at that time. Just take me to draw pictures, and I have been following the teacher since I was in college, and I don’t meet many people, everyone is very busy.”

Han Qiaoyu listened carefully.

"Probably because I often went to the teacher's house before. He felt that I had a good relationship with him, so he helped introduce someone... He actually asked me once when he came back after a year." Lu Ming pushed the clingy big dog away a little, and raised his hand. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Where do you put your hands?"

Han Qiaoyu continued to put his hand under the hem of his clothes without making a sound, and touched his waist. The skin was smooth and sucking to his hands, and it was extremely sensitive. As soon as he touched his fingertips, he trembled. Lu Ming was hit by Lu Ming quickly, the breath of the person in his arms was a little unsteady, and he urged him: "Take it away, don't make trouble here! The teacher and the others should be back in a while."

Han Qiaoyu didn't listen to him, and leaned into his ear and said, "After you returned to China, what did that Sun Boxian ask you again? About introducing the object, have you met?"

Lu Ming felt as if he was being held hostage by him. The whole person was wrapped in his arms. He glanced at the open door and said nervously: "I haven't seen any of them. I haven't seen the first one a year ago. My second sister was in a hurry, so I just left."

Han Qiaoyu bit the tip of his ear and said, "Did you run away?"

Lu Ming dodged for a moment, his face was hot: "You let me go."

Han Qiaoyu still didn't give up, and asked: "Then do you have any contact? I mean those girls who went on a blind date, how many did Sun Boxian introduce to you?"

Lu Ming said: "After I went, I was basically locked up in your office. Don't you know who I will contact!"

Han Qiaoyu said: "Then do you like women or men? Which one do you prefer?"

Lu Ming said angrily, "What do you think?" He gave Han Qiaoyu an elbow, and gritted his teeth angrily, "Do you think I can do that with anyone!"

Han Qiaoyu relaxed a little while holding him, it didn't hurt at all, but it made him feel a lot better, and he laughed in a low voice.

About that person, Han Qiaoyu was smart enough not to ask any more questions, but just hugged Lu Ming and talked for a while, then helped him sort out all the rubbings and put them away.Lu Ming still wanted to wait for the teacher, but it was getting late and they didn't come back. Han Qiaoyu said: "There are several of them together, and there is also a little master from the temple. They are familiar with the mountain roads. Don't worry too much. Why don't you go back to your room first. take a break?"

Lu Ming felt that waiting here was not an option. The graphite smell in the room was strong, so he went to the water room to wash it a little, and then went back to his small room to wait.

There were only two futons in the wing room, and one extra wooden bed was barely converted into a double bed. Han Qiaoyu pressed Lu Ming to lie down and let him rest.Lu Ming was indeed tired. He was tired from last night and he was busy going up the mountain today. He lay on his side and closed his eyes.

As soon as he lay down, Han Qiaoyu put his hand on his waist, and Lu Ming immediately grabbed his arm and said, "No, I'm really tired..." His voice was soft and soft, with a nasal sound as if talking in sleep, Han Qiaoyu's heart softened after hearing this, and he kissed him and said, "I know, just press it for you, and don't do anything else."

Lu Ming let go of his hands, lay in his arms and let him hold him, and slowly fell asleep.

Han Qiaoyu ran his fingers through his hair, kissed his cheek, stared at him for a while, then folded his hands and hugged him in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

Lu Ming originally wanted to sleep for a while, and when the teacher came, he would get up and help change the paint, but when he opened his eyes, it was already the next morning.The clothes on his body were also taken off, and he was covered with a thin blanket. It was obvious who wrote it at a glance. Han Qiaoyu was away, and he had already gotten up and gone out.

Lu Ming had low blood pressure. He lay there for a while before slowly sitting up. While he was getting dressed, he heard someone talking outside. It sounded like there was still a bit of arguing.

Lu Ming pushed open the door and went out to have a look. Outside the door stood Mr. Han in sportswear, and Sun Boxian was standing opposite him arguing with him.

Han Qiaoyu just came back from running. He has the habit of exercising in the morning, but this time he didn't bring all the things. Now he is wearing Lu Ming's T-shirt with the name of their academy of fine arts printed on the pure white short sleeves. Ming usually wears baggy clothes, but Han Qiaoyu's is just right.Boss Han is standing there right now, frowning and talking to Sun Boxian: "...isn't it convenient?"

Sun Boxian said: "We have always been like this. If there is any inconvenience, we will wake him up when he is not up."

One of them wanted to enter the wing room, and the other said that Lu Ming hadn't woken up yet, so he stood at the door and had no intention of getting out of the way. The two of them looked at each other with a bit of discord, and they were about to quarrel.

Sun Boxian's eyes lit up when he saw Lu Ming coming out, but he quickly turned his attention to his curled hair and undressed clothes when he was asleep, and said, "Did you get tired yesterday? Did you just wake up? Pack up, the teacher is looking for you."

Lu Ming agreed, and Han Qiaoyu said, "I'll go in and change, and I'll find you later."

No matter how cool it was on the mountain, his clothes would still be sweaty after running around, so Lu Ming stepped aside and let him into the room.The two of them moved skillfully, and it didn't look like they were in contact for the first time. Sun Boxian frowned and said, "What's the matter, you slept together last night?"

Lu Ming said: "Ah, yes, I haven't introduced you yet, this is my friend, his name is Han..."

"Han Qiaoyu." Sun Boxian called out one step earlier than him. It seemed that they knew each other, but it seemed that the two people were at odds.

Lu Ming was a little surprised: "You know each other?"

Sun Boxian pondered for a while, and said: "Han Zong is a celebrity in the collection field and a frequent visitor in the gallery, so he naturally knows him."

Han Qiaoyu generously changed into a T-shirt, and threw Lu Ming's school-issued one on the bed. This one didn't have the school name on it, but it didn't look like his own either.He came over and stood behind Lu Ming, supported the door frame with his hands to bring Lu Ming into his range, and said calmly: "It's just that the elders in the family like to collect paintings and help with errands." He looked up at Sun Boxian and asked: " Is Dean Sun here, my father has always missed him, if it is convenient, I would like to visit."

Sun Boxian said with a calm expression on his face, "Yes, it's in the backyard. I'll take you there." He took two steps and called Lu Ming again, "Come on, I was looking for you yesterday, but I was so anxious. I just called back and I thought something was wrong..."

He and Lu Ming spoke in a low voice, but Han Qiaoyu refused to go ahead and listened clearly from the side.

Sun Boxian didn't want to whisper anymore, so he could only cough and said: "The teacher asked you to help me get some paint, we found a lot of hematite last night, each one is round like grape beads, I will show you later. "

They said a few professional words, Han Qiaoyu listened with no expression and didn't interrupt.

When they arrived at Dean Sun's side, Dean Sun's attitude towards Han Qiaoyu was much better than that of Sun Boxian, and he greeted him warmly: "Why is Qiao Yu here when you are free? You are a busy person, how is your father?"

Han Qiaoyu said: "My father is very nice and asked me to thank you. Last time he received your calligraphy and liked it very much."

Dean Sun patted him on the shoulder, chatted with him kindly, and let him turn around to look casually, calling Lu Ming to see the ore he dug.The open-pit waste mine here is very small, the iron content in the hematite is not high, and the shape of the beads is relatively large. Dean Sun led his people to find them all night, and picked some smaller grape beads and a handful of rice grains. Small or small, this kind of ironmaking is not good, but it is good for making paint.

Dean Sun picked the smallest handful, and made half a handful like millet. He didn't want others to touch it, so he took Lu Ming to grind it with glue, and then cleaned it again. If we separate, we have to stay, it’s very useful for making ocher!”

Lu Ming said: "This is very good, and it can be covered with Jiaomo."

Dean Sun said happily: "No, this is thick and easy to use!"

Seeing that there are quite a few boxes, Lu Ming teased his teacher, "I guess there are four or five boxes. Teacher, can you give me some? This is much easier to use than those chemical paints, and it won't fade."

Dean Sun felt a little distressed just now, and when he heard him say that, he immediately proudly said: "That is, the chemical pigments are those acrylics you use, where can they be used, and these treasures left by the ancestors are more useful." The old man told Cutting flesh, he said, "Then give you half a box, just half a box. If there is too much, it will be impossible. Several of your senior brothers are watching here. If you give too much, you will come to ask for it."

The two were busy there, and Han Qiaoyu found a place by himself to lean on the rocks and watch Lu Ming quietly, waiting.

Sun Boxian looked over several times, and saw him looking at Lu Ming unabashedly, and frowned a few times. He was always calm in front of outsiders, but this man was too powerful, so he went straight to Lu Ming and let him Can't help being distracted.

Dean Sun brought a few students here this time, not all for the purpose of getting some rubbings for teaching materials. The scenery here is beautiful, and by the way, he took them out to collect the scenery. He took a sketching class for a few days and handed in two sketches every day. .No matter how big or small the freehand brushwork is, sketching is a basic skill. Professor Sun is strict with the students, and the few he brought out are obedient. Lu Ming didn't have time to draw yesterday, so he helped finish the paint, so he went to make up two more. .

Sun Boxian also took his sketchbook and followed him, and chose a place with Lu Ming. Lu Ming glanced at him, a little strangely said: "Didn't you draw here the day before yesterday, and you don't want to change places today?"

Sun Boxian said: "I want to draw again."

Lu Ming didn't care about him, he picked an angle with his drawing clip and started to write. Sun Boxian drew a stroke and looked at Lu Ming. He endured it and said, "Are you familiar with that Mr. Han?"

Lu Ming said, "Yes."

Sun Bo was a little impetuous, he randomly sketched twice on the paper and said: "I haven't heard you mention it before, and I know such a powerful friend."

Lu Ming had already typed out the frame of the mountain scene, and asked him, "Is Han Qiaoyu very good?"

"Basically everyone in the circle knows him. His family is very rich, and there are elders in the family who are engaged in art work. His father is very kind and has collected a lot of paintings. He is a well-known senior in the collection circle. "Sun Boxian frowned and said: "But Mr. Han is just playing for fun. I heard that he invested in a gallery and promoted a few newcomers, but he also stepped down an old senior. What he said at that time was a bit exaggerated .”

Lu Ming paused. He felt that what Han Qiaoyu said was not only exaggerated, but also poisonous. When he met Mr. Han the first day, he saw with his own eyes how he trained a group of high-level executives into grandsons.

Sun Boxian said again: "Among the newcomers promoted by that gallery, some of their paintings are not very good, and even cater to the aesthetics of the rich. They are too crafty. This is not a good thing for the atmosphere in the industry."

Lu Ming wanted to defend Han Qiaoyu, but Sun Boxian shook his head and said, "Speak, will he listen?"

Lu Ming thought about it, it really is.

As far as Han Qiaoyu's temper is concerned, whatever suits him is fine, and what doesn't suit him can go either way or against. He has a paralyzed face like the king of hell and doesn't give him any face.

Sun Boxian wanted to say more when he saw Han Qiaoyu slowly walking over, standing beside Lu Ming and bending over to look at the painting.He looked at it seriously and admired it. Talking to Lu Ming in a low voice, Sun Boxian couldn't help but said: "Mr. Han, please don't disturb people's painting. I haven't finished the painting yet, and I can't appreciate anything."

Han Qiaoyu looked at his drawing paper, which was mostly blank, and said calmly, "Professor Sun doesn't seem to draw much, so he must be distracted."

Sun Boxian's face turned cold. Hearing him sneer, he couldn't sit still anymore, got up and left.

There were only the two of them left, and Lu Ming relaxed a lot. He stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of his clothes and said, "Why are you wearing my clothes again?"

Han Qiaoyu sat down intimately next to him, looked at the scenery together and said, "I didn't bring enough of my own."

Lu Ming drew for a while, then suddenly said: "You have known him for a long time? Then you still judged me like that yesterday."

Han Qiaoyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Who, that poor one?"

Lu Ming: "..."

Han Qiaoyu said again: "I went to the Academy of Fine Arts for my father a few times, and only met Dean Sun a few times, but never met him. And I usually know too many people, so I will remember the name suddenly. I don't know who it is." He leaned closer to Lu Ming and said softly, "But I regret it a little now, if I had known, I would have walked around more, maybe I would have met you sooner."