Learn about the human body

The two had lunch in the restaurant and packed a few more dishes to go home.After putting away the newly bought home appliances and cleaning supplies, Fu Yansheng said "I'm going to review", turned around and locked himself in the room.

Tang Qizhen replied, and returned to his room.Before taking time to go to the hospital to accompany the senior, he still has two sketches and a thesis to hand in. Now that the DDL is in front of him, he can only hurry up.

He changed into the special work clothes for drawing, opened the photo sent by the teacher, and brewed it in his mind while sharpening the pencil.

Anime sketching is different from traditional sketching. It tests the creator's induction and expression of things more than point-to-point dimensioning.Tang Qizhen has been thinking about such issues since he came into contact with animation, trying to form his own unique style of painting.

Among them is a photo of the passing of the baton in a relay race.The dynamic human body is difficult to grasp. He drew a few scraps, which were not pleasing to the eye no matter what, and he felt a little irritated.After sitting paralyzed for a while, he dug out the pomegranate wine that he had treasured for a long time, leaned back in his chair lazily and drank a few glasses, and continued to write while taking advantage of his slightly drunkenness.By the time all the work was done, it was already dark outside the window.He rubbed his dirty and sore hands and stretched himself.

There was still no movement from the senior.Tang Qizhen glanced at the closed door, wiped his paws clean and went back to the kitchen to warm up the food, planning to call him out for dinner later.

Maybe it was too much noise. By the time he moved his fat house happy pot to the kitchen, the senior had already come out of the room.

"Starting to make dinner?"

"Well, I'm going to make milk tea." Tang Qizhen responded casually.

He was wearing a pair of loose light brown suspenders, with many paint spots on the waist and trouser legs, he really looked like a waistless little tabby cat.

"How can you wear such dirty clothes into the kitchen?" Fu Yansheng reproached, took off the apron hanging behind the door, and put it around his shoulders.

The waist was suddenly tightened, causing Tang Qizhen to snort.He twisted his body unnaturally: "It's not dirty, the paint can't be washed off after getting it on before."

"I don't feel well." Fu Yansheng ignored him, tightened his apron behind him, and glanced at the pot in his hand, "You still have a pot?"

"That's right, I used to cook in the dormitory..." He almost blurted out, before he was interrupted by the senior's questioning "Huh?"

He asked: "What are you doing in the dormitory?"

"No, no!" Tang Qizhen covered his mouth in panic, "It takes 500 watts to cook instant noodles, and it will trip the switch."

Fu Yansheng immediately grasped the point: "That means you skip it."

This is getting darker and darker.Seeing his sharp eyes, poor student Tang covered his mouth in fright, only a pair of guilty eyes blinked at him vigorously: "Really...no."

"Ahem," Fu Yansheng cleared his throat, "The school deliberately doesn't let you cook in the dormitory, but the electrical equipment in the old campus is really not good, and it is easy to catch fire. You are an illegal electrical appliance, why didn't you find out last year? Fortunately, it is still a five-star civilized dormitory."

"What do you mean?" Feeling threatened, he approached him not to be outdone, "Our dormitory is indeed very civilized, and we are very active in cleaning."

"It seems that you don't know that I can apply for copying the electric meter of each dormitory." The other party said in a neutral tone.

Tang Qizhen was startled, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You still have to learn..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a painful cry from the senior. He leaned over and raised his hand to cover his shoulder: "Xiao Tang, don't touch here..."

Tang Qizhen just wanted to make a joke. Seeing the chaos, he hurriedly supported his body, and asked with concern: "What's going on? The injury hasn't healed yet?"

He swallowed hard, his breathing sank a bit.Tang Qizhen struggled to help him to the chair next to him and sat down: "Take off your clothes and let me see."

"What's the use in your opinion?"

"I have some ointment brought from my hometown, and I think it's quite effective." Tang Qizhen patted him on the shoulder, "Well, you go back to your room and lie down first, and I'll look for it."

Fu Yansheng was noncommittal when he heard the words, and walked towards the room suspiciously.Tang Qizhen also went back to his room, and found a box of unopened ointment from the suitcase, as well as the hot water bottle he had bought with his feet twisted during military training.

He first went to the bathroom to fill a bag of hot water, and carefully wrapped it in a towel.Fu Yansheng was sitting at the desk when he opened the door and entered.

"Take off your clothes, they are all boys anyway."

The senior didn't shirk, he raised his hand and unbuttoned it, revealing the left half of his body.Tang Qizhen was upright at first, but he couldn't help but pause at this moment.

This well-proportioned figure, this looming shoulder blades and small waist, this damn tight mermaid line!This, this, this is simply a world-famous painting, the male version of the goddess of spring, comparable to the existence of Michelangelo's David!

Tang Qizhen instantly felt that it was very, very good, and walked to him with nympho eyes.

But if you look closely, there is still a scar on the senior's shoulder from the car accident in his sophomore year, which is quite long and probably won't be able to get rid of.He sighed regretfully and began to examine his new wound.

The bruise has spread and is now a large bluish-yellow patch.He pressed it lightly with his hand: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Yansheng shuddered and let out a muffled snort.

"You haven't been injured several times, have you?" Tang Qizhen began to apply medicine.He took a trembling breath, leaned over the table, noncommittal.

"Quack doctors," he criticized mercilessly, "if there are sequelae left, how can we operate on patients in the future."

The other party didn't answer, but he could see that it was really painful and his breathing was heavy.Hearing his hasty breathing, Tang Qizhen's heart softened even more, and he glanced at him randomly, but the picture in his mind gradually became more and more charming.

Unexpectedly, the senior looks tall, majestic and full of murderous looks, but he has the most common beauty in the world, which really makes Ben Meng 1 fantasize about it.

I was running in my mind like a yy, and suddenly I heard the senior say: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah?" He raised his head in response, and even looked at the senior in the mirror on the table, and said guiltyly, "Uh, it's nothing... Do you have gauze, I'll wrap it up for you."

Fu Yansheng glanced suspiciously, took out a white medicine box from the drawer, pulled out the gauze and handed it over: "Will it be entangled?"

"Probably still looks good." Tang Qizhen took the gauze confidently, and gently raised his upper arm, "Don't worry, I will try to look professional."

"..." Fu Yansheng sighed dumbfounded.

The smell of the ointment was very mild, but Xiao Tang had a faint smell of alcohol on his body.Fu Yansheng continued to observe his every move through the mirror, and after about a minute, he heard him say "OK".

He nodded and said thank you, then pulled up his clothes with difficulty and put them on.Tang Qizhen turned around and brought a hot water bottle: "This medicine should be combined with hot compress effect. You lie on your stomach, and I will cover you for a while."

Fu Yansheng was still getting dressed, biting his lip and snorting. Before he could express his opinion, the hot water bottle was already covered.Xiao Tang lay beside him tenderly, gently rubbing for him.

The two were very close, looking silent and awkward.Fu Yansheng stared at the mirror for a while, and asked, "Can I see the formula of the medicine?"

"Aren't you a Western medicine doctor, and you still read Chinese medicine formulas?"

Fu Yansheng didn't say much, but tapped the book in hand with his finger bones.It was only then that Tang Qizhen noticed his crowded desk, a blue ocean as far as the eye could see, beside the textbooks were notebooks and tablet computers with neatly listed notes.

"It's so miserable." He muttered in a low voice, and handed him the ointment.

It's called Hongyun Ointment, and it's a bone-beating medicine sold exclusively in the pharmacy in his hometown.Due to patent protection, the above formula is not written in full.Fu Yansheng took a closer look and found that they were all common blood-activating and stasis-removing medicines, so he resentfully returned them to him.

Tang Qizhen leaned forward, saw the cell map in his notebook, and asked curiously, "Is this a living thing?"

"Accurately called medical microbiology."

"Anyway, it's almost the same. This is a prokaryotic cell. Am I right?"

Fu Yansheng turned his head and glanced at the words: "You majored in academics in high school?"

"No, a liberal arts student, but I'm very good at biology, and I got full marks in the exam." He smiled smugly, "At that time, I could teach people how to do the questions, such as meiosis and genetic mutation, I can do such difficult questions."

"It sounds quite powerful." Fu Yansheng boasted perfunctorily.

Hearing this tone, Tang Qizhen immediately cleared his throat seriously: "Why, don't you believe it? Here, cover the hot water bottle yourself and watch me do a magic trick for you."

After speaking, he walked to the desk, turned the textbook to the title page, picked up a pencil and began to draw behind "microbiology".

"Dengdeng~" A few seconds later, AT proudly put the textbook in front of his eyes, "How about it, look at the transfer RNA I drew!"

Fu Yansheng squinted his eyes, and at some point there was a line of small characters below.Tang Qizhen added a few large characters in front of his class name, and it became "Tang Qizhen to Fu Yansheng".

"What do you mean?"

"Transfer RNA, you will get good luck if you have it, perfect marks in every subject, [-] in all subjects! The teacher drew one for me when I was taking the exam!"

It turned out to be the meaning. Fu Yansheng looked at the ugly thing he drew, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Thank you."

This made him feel embarrassed, after all, compared with the senior, this little trick is purely out of class.He hummed a few times in embarrassment: "I just hope that your injury can recover soon, and don't put too much pressure on yourself in study and life. Alright, I'll make milk tea, and I'll come out for dinner in a few minutes."

Fu Yansheng nodded, and when the door was closed, the smile on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden completely.

When he finished tidying up and went to the kitchen, he was already boiling water.There is an exquisite tin can next to it, and as far as the eye can see is a field, and children are running in the golden waves of wheat.There is also a string of dignified trademarks engraved on the top, which looks expensive.

Soon the tea was boiled, and the elegant aroma rolled in the water. Tang Qizhen stirred it a few times with chopsticks, and reached out to get the milk.

The rich milky fragrance soon filled the air, covering the smell of alcohol on Tang Qizhen's body.Fu Yansheng stood behind with his hands folded around his chest, and finally couldn't help asking, "Have you been drinking?"

"Well, I drank a little while I was painting just now." He replied without raising his head.

"Is that how you like to drink these things?"

"It's not like I like it very much." Tang Qizhen turned the switch to the lowest setting, and put the lid on the pot for a while, "I just want to change my mood."

"Are you having trouble?"

"No, it's just that the draft is not satisfactory." He turned and leaned on the stove, "but drinking really has an effect. Many artists are stimulated by alcohol, including my dad. You know, my dad knows A foreign friend owns a winery on Sakrina Island in Western Europe. I went there once when I was ten years old. There is the bluest sky and ocean I have ever seen. When you close your eyes, the wind blows What I want is sunshine,..."

When it comes to art, he talks more, from Paul Gauguin to Maugham and his moon, and his body shakes rhythmically with the pause between words.

——"When you close your eyes, the wind blows the sun."

Fu Yansheng's eyes touched the fields on the cans behind him, and there was an indescribable illusion in a trance-beach and waves, orchard grape racks, all kinds of men and women... Tang Qizhen really sent these pictures to his eyes, and there was a sea breeze on the tip of his nose It is salty, and the mouth has the sweet and sour taste of grapes.

This is a scenery he has never seen before, how gorgeous and beautiful it is.

It is true that Tang Qizhen's living environment is much better than his family's.

But not the same.

He is noble, but not arrogant.

For some reason, Fu Yansheng's eyes were moist, and he took a deep breath.Tang Qizhen began to pick tea leaves, couldn't help taking a sip, and muttered softly, "It's not sweet at all."

"Isn't it sweet?" He heard the words and stepped forward, his voice trembling rarely.He scooped up a spoonful, put it near his mouth and blew a few times, then took it into his own mouth, and cupped his chin with his hands.

The moment Tang Qizhen was caught off guard, the warm milky fragrance flowed from their lips to the tip of his tongue.

"Hmm..." Tang Qizhen leaned over in fright, and the other party had already let go of him——

"Is this sweet enough?"

Tang Qizhen smacked his mouth in a daze, staring at his dark eyes, he felt his heart beating so fast that his breath became short of breath, and he couldn't speak a word.

more than sweet,

Can be intoxicating.