i want to be your boyfriend for a long time

Tang Bai almost thought he had misheard.

He couldn't help but look at Gu Nanwang's face again, trying to see something from it.

The man's face was as usual.

When Gu Nanwang talked to other people, he always had a sense of alienation that was hard to dispel, which made him feel very indifferent, like a lake that looked bleak after being frozen, or like Steep peaks with cliffs.

Tang Bai didn't have time to think too much, Xia Zhi said again: "Are you guys out to make a phone call?"

This corridor is relatively long, when Xia Zhi walked over, he could see Tang Bai leaning on the window sill and making a phone call from a distance.

She still had that lively smile on her face, but her tone became a little mocking: "Gu Nanwang, you are really a precious person, and you will always be there when you come out to answer the phone."

At this moment, the name is called, and every word is very clear.

It clearly made Tang Bai feel that the "grey" just now was his illusion.

Gu Nanwang said in a low voice beside him: "You said it too, baby, how can you not be optimistic about being robbed?"

Xia Zhi: "..."

She raised her brows and held back her smile: "Now that the phone call is over, can I take your baby in?"

Tang Bai:"……"

He rubbed his hot earlobe, and sneaked another glance at Gu Nanwang out of the corner of his vision.

The man lowered his head slightly, and he could see the other party's tightly pursed lips through the height difference. He didn't seem very happy, but he didn't seem to be unhappy.

Tang Bai hesitated for a while, but decided to put this aside for now.

Gu Nanwang is right here, and he cannot escape.

The atmosphere in the private room was getting better and better, probably because of jet lag, Tang Bai felt his head swell.

Sitting next to Gu Nanwang, he naturally knocked his head on Gu Nanwang's shoulder.

Gu Nanwang soon realized that something was wrong with Tang Bai, he half embraced him: "Let's go back and rest first."

Tang Bai asked instinctively, "Where are you going?"

Gu Nanwang lowered his head and looked at him: "Mine, our family."

Gu Nanwang's house is very close to here, so close that it only takes a few minutes to walk there.

Before Tang Bai even had time to ask the words hovering in his throat, he was already standing at the door of Gu Nanwang's single villa.

The moonlight was faint, illuminating everything in the courtyard very clearly. Under the light, the green to dark lawn was neat, and it looked like it was often taken care of on weekdays.

Gu Nanwang: "Qi He lives next door, and regularly finds someone to help me clean and take care of these things."

With the wind blowing, this unknown flower fragrance floats in the air, which smells very good.

Tang Bai took a deep breath, and said in a tone as natural as possible: "Brother, do you still remember the last time you told me about Grey?"

"Ah."

Seeing that Gu Nanwang responded readily, Tang Bai asked again: "Then when will you introduce us?"

Gu Nanwang paused for a while before opening the door, and then continued: "I know what you want to ask, just go in and see."

"Go in and see?"

- Click.

The lock was unlocked, and Tang Bai was pushed in the next second.

In semi-dark places, the sense of smell is always more sensitive than sight. Tang Bai could smell a special smell in the air as soon as he entered the door.

It is a unique taste that is revealed after the pigment has been moisturized over time.

And it's not just a little bit, but a large amount and a large area.

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, Tang Bai even forgot to breathe, he felt that he was in a secret and vast kingdom.

What he has been looking for, something he has been pursuing for so many years, is close at hand.

As long as he reaches out, he can touch.

--despair

The lights are booming.

After a short period of visual discomfort, for countless days and nights, the pictures engraved on the picture albums exuding the fragrance of ink that he held were presented in front of him layer by layer.

Wherever his gaze reached, his mind also moved slightly, Tang Bai couldn't help calling out the name of each painting.

It wasn't until he felt a dry hoarse feeling in his throat that he could swallow saliva instinctively, then he suddenly came back to his senses as if remembering something.

Tang Bai turned his head.

Gu Nanwang crossed his arms and leaned halfway on the door frame, looking at him intently.

The warm yellow light above the hall shone on his face, and his deep eyebrows looked gentle and warm.

Tang Bai's lips trembled, he wanted to confirm again, but felt that there was no need to confirm.

Gu Nanwang said that this is his house, so naturally, these are all his.

Gu Nanwang is Gray.

He didn't hear wrong just now.

·

Although Gu Nanwang has been back to China for a long time, the house is regularly taken care of, so there is no dust in the house, and everything looks clean and tidy.

Apart from the paintings scattered throughout the living room.

Gu Nanwang tore off the cover on the sofa, and sat down casually.

He patted the seat next to Tang Bai, motioning for Tang Bai to sit down too.

The position of the sofa was facing an unfinished painting. Tang Bai hadn't seen this painting before, so it must have been painted by Gu Nanwang.

Gray's personal style is very strong, and each painting is like a very strong emotional catharsis.Even the few works in the very later period, which are slightly mournful, still have the impact of breaking through the canvas.

That's right, Tang Bai has almost no way to integrate these two people into one.

Gu Nanwang has always given him the feeling that he is at ease, no matter what, he can completely control the audience, and he can hardly make mistakes.

It was very difficult for him to imagine what it would be like for such a person to be emotionally intense.

His brain suddenly froze.

Actually there is, it's just——

Tang Bai kept scolding himself in his heart, how could he think about those messy things in such a sacred place.

Yes, holy, Gray is his god, so this place is like his pilgrimage site.

Tang Bai wanted to ask Gu Nanwang why he stopped painting later.

But the words reached his throat and he swallowed them again. Everyone will have parts that they don't want to remember, just like the ones he has experienced.

As a follower who knows him well, he should not expose his scars.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and for a few minutes, the two could only hear each other's coherent breathing.

A powerful arm was suddenly wrapped around his waist, where he could feel the warmth and strength of the other party.

As soon as the arm moved, Tang Bai was naturally hugged into the arms of the owner of the arm.

His head was resting on his chest, when Gu Nanwang opened his mouth, he could feel the vibration inside.

"You know, my major is art appreciation."

Tang Bai nodded his head, and tapped his thin chin on his chest.

Gu Nanwang raised his hand to grab it, squeezed it, Tang Bai followed his movements and raised his head.

The eyes of the two met, Gu Nanwang lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, the corners of his eyes curled up: "Just look at the picture in front of you, look at it from the perspective of your professional system learning painting, technically speaking, what are the problems? ?”

Tang Bai pondered in his heart for a while, and then asked tentatively, "Is it messy?"

This was his intuitive feeling when he saw Gray's works for the first time, but at the second sight, he was driven by the emotions in the painting, and his soul was hit, and he could no longer see any shortcomings.

Just like him facing Gu Nanwang, in fact, not only Ke Lin and Song Yun, but many people have complained to him privately, saying that the curator has a bad temper, that the curator is too unsympathetic, etc. etc.

Tang Bai understood that he was probably the one who was treated specially, but without the relationship of his lover, at the very beginning, he never felt that the other party had any shortcomings.

In other words, even the shortcomings are all advantages in his eyes.

"Hmm..." Gu Nanwang paused for a moment, "You can say that, indeed, unlike you, I have undergone systematic professional training. After I went abroad, I met a tutor I liked, and then I was born. The idea of ​​going this route.”

"Like all painters who have become monks, I actually didn't draw so smoothly. But because I came to the fore too quickly, my personal style was strong, and no one really pointed out my problems to my face. These problems accumulated for a long time , One day, facing the canvas, I suddenly didn’t know how to paint.”

"Because I found that I have painted so much, but I have not improved at all. I am still repeating my original self. It is like being stuck in the Dustwallow Marsh. I can't lift my legs. In fact, I can't even find myself. Where is the next path to go?"

Gu Nanwang spoke so smoothly that Tang Bai didn't even dare to make a sound.

"But it's not good if I don't make progress. I'm in that position. If I want to go on this journey, I have to make a breakthrough. Otherwise, people will soon find out the problem and fall off the altar. After that , I just arranged all the previous works and put them here, forcing myself to read, knock, study, and try every day..."

"Does that sound like masochism?" Gu Nanwang said with a smile.

Tang Bai frowned involuntarily, it doesn't look alike, it's exactly what it is!

Obviously know where the problem is, but this problem cannot be changed in a short time,

What exactly did Gu Nanwang go through during that time!

The arms around the waist tightened again, and the heartbeat of the other party became stronger, one after another, gentle and firm.

"In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I fled back to China like a loser."

These words were like an invisible hand, tightly gripping and rubbing Tang Bai's heart, each time pressing on the deadliest place.He instinctively moved closer to Gu Nanwang, hoping that these small changes would make him feel better.

Gu Nanwang immediately noticed his little "thoughts", and rubbed his chin on his forehead: "Don't be sad, it's all in the past, since I can tell you those things, it naturally means that I'm no longer bound, I'm out of it."

"Brother," Tang Bai's tail trembled, but he couldn't help asking, "Then you won't draw anymore?"

"Why do you ask that?"

Tang Bai sniffed: "I don't know, I just—"

He couldn't go on, because it was not a good thing to say anyway.

"If I stopped painting, I wouldn't bring you here." Gu Nanwang raised his chin and said while looking at him.

Tang Bai's eyes lit up all of a sudden, he broke free from Gu Nanwang's arm, and sat on the man instead: "That is to say, will you continue to try to draw in the future?"

Gu Nanwang frowned, and quickly let go, his black eyes flickered, and then turned back to deep and deep: "Yes."

When he said this word, his tone was determined and persistent, but then he became a little uncertain: "That is, this process may be very long, and it may take most of your life to take it slowly. If this is the case, will you still like Gray so much? "

Suddenly two fingers appeared on his lips, and before Tang Bai even had time to utter a syllable, he was forced to temporarily deprive him of the right to speak.

"Whether it's your idol or your boyfriend, I really care about your thoughts."

For the first time, Tang Bai heard the embarrassment in Gu Nanwang's tone of voice.

Would this person be embarrassed too?

"It may be very long, it may take most of my life..."

Tang Bai's heart was beating very fast. These words, which seemed to be needed only in a certain situation, not only made his heart rate out of control, but his blood flow accelerated, as well as a feeling of scalp numbness after a rush of adrenaline.

The chest was stuffed to the brim, with a lot of emotions pushing and pressing, as if they could be squeezed out of it in the next second.

But Gu Nanwang's fingers were still pressing on his mouth, making him speechless, he could only let these emotions pile up layer by layer.

Tang Bai could only nod his head vigorously to vent a part of it.

He really wanted to tell Gu Nanwang loudly that no matter whether he paints or not, no matter what happens in the future, Gray is the No. 1 in his heart, and no one will replace him.

There are so many masters in this world, but during his most depressed days, there was only one person who hit his heart directly.

Those days will never come again, and that feeling will never come to another person.

He is willing to stay by Gu Nanwang's side, no matter how long.

In this life, even if there is a next life, he is willing.

Tang Bai's heart was surging and his eyes were burning.

He had a lot to say, but felt that there was no need to say it. Gu Nanwang must understand him.

Tang Bai chose another method. He happened to be sitting on the opponent's lap at the moment, so it was very convenient to implement.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the man's.

At first, it was just kissing lightly. The dark silence added a lingering flavor to the kiss. Tang Bai hooked Gu Nanwang's neck, and actively parted his lips, deepening the kiss.

After the kiss, the foreheads of the two were tightly pressed together, and their eyes were tightly intertwined. The air was a little hot.

But without the fiery eyes they looked at each other.

Before Tang Bai could calm down, Gu Nanwang suddenly said, "When you look at me like this, I really want to draw something."

After Gu Nanwang finished speaking, he started to act. He let go of Tang Bai, got up and picked up the paintbrush on the table, flicked a few strokes on the canvas, and stopped again.

Tang Bai sat on the sofa, watching the man slowly turn around: "Do you still remember that you promised to be a mannequin for me?"

Tang Bai blinked.

After a few seconds, his face was completely red.

Of course he remembers.

"Do you need it now?" Although he didn't know why the topic turned to this matter immediately, Tang Bai continued to talk along this topic.

It was just because of being too nervous that he began to stutter when speaking.

"Do you want to?"

Tang Bai looked into the other person's eyes, did not speak, and directly expressed his wishes with actions.

He slowly put his fingers on the collar of the shirt, and then undid the first button.

And then the second one.

The clear collarbone was gradually exposed with his movements, Tang Bai was still going on, but someone couldn't take it anymore.

- Whoops.

Everything on the table fell immediately, and under Tang Bai's slightly astonished gaze, Gu Nanwang quickly walked over and hugged him onto the table.

Gu Nanwang buried his head in his neck: "I don't want to paint on canvas now."

"Ok?"

Tang Bai's movement of unbuttoning the button froze, and Gu Nanwang's fingers had already wrapped around it: "Now, I want to draw on you."

The climate here enters summer earlier than in China, and the temperature is neither hot nor cold, so it doesn't feel too cold even with a large area of ​​skin exposed.

In fact, when doing this kind of thing, it will never be cold.

Tang Bai raised his head, the white light from the ceiling was imprinted in his eyes, which appeared to be very pale and clear.

Gu Nanwang's drawing is particularly meticulous this time. Every time he picks up the brush and puts it down, it is long and gentle.

Tang Bairuan could hardly sit still.

In the confusion of consciousness, he recalled the time when he resumed painting.

Suffering, gloomy, lonely.

Almost all of them are some very negative adjectives, and then in a certain moment, I saw my own light.

if--

He responded dizzily to the man's lingering kiss, if he could also light up the darkness for Gu Nanwang at a certain moment, then let him do anything.

Even if it's just a small part.

This small part quickly melted into Gu Nanwang's great enthusiasm for painting, Tang Bai was so entangled that he couldn't think of anything.After being carried into the bathroom by Gu Nanwang, when he passed the French windows in the corridor, the street lights outside were dimmed.

As a result, someone was still not satisfied, so he forced someone to draw another picture in the bathroom.

The author has something to say: Well, I can’t finish this chapter_(:з」∠)_