poppies in the attic

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This sentence is obviously a negative comment on Wu Pengzhi's appearance.

What Wu Pengzhi was not sure about was whether this sentence was a compliment or a criticism of Fangming's painting?

However, the woman cherished her words like gold and left without saying anything.When he left, his eyes were still fixed on Wu Pengzhi.

After Wu Pengzhi glared at the woman a few times in disbelief at first, he averted his gaze.She felt that she had lost a long time ago in terms of momentum, and she couldn't do it if she was not convinced.

Wu Pengzhi half-lyed on the sofa with a strange and stiff movement, because she was a model at the mercy of others.Wu Pengzhi averted his gaze in frustration.

Just when the woman was about to walk past her, Wu Pengzhi couldn't help squinting at the woman.Wu Pengzhi didn't want the woman to find out that he was peeking at her, so his head and body froze and he just turned his eyes away.

As a result, this ridiculous expression was caught by the woman.The woman's lips moved slightly, a half-smile.

The rain outside the car window has subsided, and the water column just now has slowly turned into water lines.The wiper has been turned off by Wu Pengzhi.The vision outside the window was completely blurred.

Wu Pengzhi sighed softly, "She never praised me for being pretty."

Yes, that woman never used the word "beautiful" on Wu Pengzhi.But another word "charming" was used.

Wu Pengzhi turned off the double flashing lights, turned on the wipers, turned on the turn signal, and the car slipped into the traffic without a sound.She wants to go home, recalling is a very tiring thing.

After entering the house, Wu Pengzhi took off his leather shoes and socks, threw them on the floor, and walked into the living room barefoot.

The living room is bright and spacious, comfortable and tidy.But there isn't a single picture on the wall in the whole living room, not a single picture in the whole house.

Wu Pengzhi took out a can of tomato juice from the refrigerator, poured himself a glass, and sat down on the sofa with the glass of red, viscous drink, which was her favorite drink.

Wu Pengzhi's body was resting, but her brain was extremely excited, and her memories couldn't stop.

The door was pushed open, and a damp cold wind blew on Wu Peng's body.Wu Pengzhi twisted his body uneasily, and turned his head to the entrance of the hall.

The woman came in wet, dripping from her hair.The large bags and small bags that the woman was carrying were placed on the floor. Those were all camera equipment.

"You're back." Fang Ming greeted without stopping his brush.

Wu Pengzhi was very surprised, she thought the woman was in the attic.She has tacitly accepted that women are always in the attic, sleeping or drawing.

So when Fang Ming asked Wu Pengzhi to show half of her chest today, she wasn't too scared.Anyway, there are people above, and I just dedicated myself to art.And this is clearly to add money.

"En." The woman responded briefly. She took off her hiking shoes, took off her wet socks, threw them on the floor, and walked in barefoot.

Then she saw the scene of Wu Pengzhi's topless & exposed breasts.She froze for a moment and frowned slightly.

Wu Pengzhi could feel that this woman didn't like this scene, but she didn't know the reason for not liking it at the time.

The woman didn't say anything, and went directly upstairs, carrying those heavy camera equipment.Wu Pengzhi firmly believed that he heard a soft sigh and the sound of water droplets from his hair dripping onto the floor.

This is Wu Pengzhi's third visit to Fang Ming's house.

When I went there for the fourth time, Wu Pengzhi was no longer Fang Ming's model, she became that woman's model.Wu Pengzhi no longer lay on the sofa in Fang Ming's studio, but went up to the attic.

In fact, Fang Ming was not at home at all.

When Fang Ming was painting, he was very restless. He couldn't concentrate on painting for a long time. He had a lot of phone calls, social activities, many people who ordered paintings, and his students also had many students.Looks like he has a whole bunch of help working in another studio.

After Wu Pengzhi was transferred to that woman, Fang Ming often went out to socialize.He can finally go beyond the horizon.

"Do you need to change clothes?" Wu Pengzhi asked cautiously.As a student, facing a woman with such an aura must be a little timid.

"No need." The woman and Fang Ming are not in the same way at all.

"Where should I sit?" Wu Pengzhi looked around.The attic is also a studio, but it is completely different from Fang Ming's.There are paintings and painting utensils everywhere in the room. It can't be said to be clean and tidy, but it is not messy at all.That kind of disorder is the disorder of inner feeling.

The problem is, Wu Pengzhi couldn't find a sofa, a bed platform, or even a chair or stool.Is it possible to let yourself lie on the ground?A painter who does not paint people does not have the corresponding equipment.

Why did this painter who claimed he didn't draw people suddenly start drawing people again?Wu Pengzhi secretly thought it was ridiculous.

The woman dragged the little leather chair over the railing. "what's your name?"

"Wu Pengzhi."

"Flourishing Peng?"

"No, the cursive character begins with Fan, an ordinary fan."

"Which word is pronounced peng? I don't know it." People with aura are like this. Even if they don't know a word, people can't laugh at her. "My name is Xiang Jin."