Is the actor divorced today?

Because of that sentence, Huo Ting decided to unilaterally charge Ming Suzhou's New Year's food expenses.

Soon it was the New Year, and the coffee shop was completely closed. Ming Suzhou was woken up by the sound of crackling firecrackers. When he opened his eyes, he thought he was back in his childhood. After all, he hadn’t heard the sound of firecrackers for many years.

When he went downstairs, Huo Ting was spreading red paper on the table to write couplets. Ming Suzhou was still sleepy. He closed his eyes and groped to make coffee at the bar. What is it.

He shouldn't have expectations of Huo Ting, after all, no one ever said that a good painting must also be well written, right?

The table was covered with gold-sprinkled red paper, and Huo Ting looked so calm and relaxed that he looked like an old man who got up in the morning and bumped into a tree in the park. With a wave of his writing hand, he wrote two lines of big characters on the paper:

"Good luck comes in the year of the rat, and the spring of the pig's head is always here in the year of the pig."

that word...

like a word.

Ming Suzhou almost choked his throat with a sip of coffee, "Can this be pasted on the door?"

Huo Ting calmly put away the pen and let out a cold snort, "I don't understand art!"

Ming Suzhou euphemistically reminded, "Actually, couplets are also sold outside."

"The same thing!"

Huo Ting shook the red paper, and called out to [-] who was lying beside him, "Come on, let me post couplets!"

Guanhai Town is not very lively on the day of Chinese New Year, because there was a heavy snowfall not long ago, and it is cold now, and secondly, everyone gathers together to celebrate the New Year, and few shops on the street are open. When it is busy, it is estimated that only children who are on winter vacation have the time to sneak out to play.

The Spring Festival with few people was no different from usual, except that Huo Ting, who was supposed to spend the afternoon painting in the studio, chose to stay in the kitchen to prepare for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.Ming Suzhou knows how to cook, but his level is no more than just knowing how to cook. Huo Ting's cooking skills are not bad. In the past few years in Guanhai Town, he has also learned to cook a few special dishes with the local fellow villagers.

He was busy in the kitchen, and Ming Suzhou sat on the sofa with [-] in his arms to watch the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala. Occasionally, Huo Ting would come out to watch with him, and point to a person on the TV screen to ask him gossip.Ming Suzhou usually doesn't even care about his own gossip news, let alone someone else's. Huo Ting didn't find out a single gossip, so he could only curl his lips and go back to the kitchen to continue chopping stuffing.

It was much more lively at night. Ming Suzhou and Huo Ting sat side by side in front of the TV watching the Spring Festival Gala. After eating and drinking for fifteen thousand, they lay down at their feet and played with their flannel balls.Ming Suzhou stared at the TV, his thoughts were obviously not on the program, this was not the first Spring Festival he spent outside, but after all, it was different from before, and he also tried his best not to think about those things , but maybe today is too special a day, he can't help being lost in thought, his mind is full of messy things.

In the evening, it started to snow again, floating in the air for a while and then stopped. The heating in the room was fully turned on, and even [-] was so hot that his tongue stuck out. Ming Suzhou's face turned pale, and he hugged the pillow and went Shrinking in the sofa, her right hand was pressed on her lower abdomen without any trace.

The seven-month-old child was gone, and at the same time, his body was more or less traumatized. Ming Suzhou's palm was a little wet. After he changed his position on the sofa again, Huo Ting got up to give him Poured a cup of hot milk.

"what happened to you?"

Ming Suzhou's eyes were moist because of the pain. He took the milk cup, shook his head and replied in a low voice, "Old problem, it will get better slowly."

Huo Ting suddenly leaned over and put his dry and warm palm on his forehead, "It doesn't seem to be burning, your complexion is not pretty."

Ming Suzhou reached out and grabbed his sleeve, dragged Huo Ting to sit on the sofa, and took a sip of hot milk, "It's nothing serious, can you just focus on watching the show, so that you won't be able to keep up with Weibo for a while."

Ming Suzhou was not in a good condition tonight, his lower abdomen was throbbing intermittently, he was not very energetic, and fell asleep on the sofa before the clock struck midnight.One of his arms was hanging down from the sofa, and [-] wanted to come over and lick his fingertips, but Huo Ting waved him away.

Huo Ting squatted in front of the sofa and looked at his sleeping face. Ming Suzhou's face was still a little pale, his lower lip had been bitten into deep and shallow tooth marks, there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyelashes were covered with bruises. Wet.

Huo Ting looked at him for a while, bent down and picked him up from the sofa, walked up the stairs step by step, and sent Ming Suzhou back to his own room.When he went out, he saw [-] squatting at the door. Huo Ting squatted down and rubbed the big chubby dog's head, and reached out to pat its wet nose, "Hey, don't disturb him to sleep."

After the Chinese New Year, the days passed faster and faster day by day, the weather started to get warmer, and Mingsu Zhou was finally able to stand on the beach and watch the sea as he wished.The wind brought the salty smell of the sea, he exhaled tremblingly, turned to look at Huo Ting who was taking pictures beside him, and suddenly asked him, "How much do you charge for teaching people to paint?"

Huo Ting paused the hand that pressed the shutter, "Do you want to learn?"

Ming Suzhou smiled, "I gave up halfway when I was a child, and it's a pity to think about it now."

"I'm not short of money."

Huo Ting lowered his head and adjusted the camera, "I can teach you. You can help me walk [-] yuan a day. This guy is right with Teddy from the east of the town. I don't like that dog very much. You can go for a walk in the morning. Ten thousand five."

Ming Suzhou picked up a shell from the beach, "Why don't you like that teddy?"

Huo Ting's mouth twitched when he heard this, "Because it wanted to fuck my leg the first time we met."

After returning to the planet in spring, Ming Suzhou started painting lessons with Huo Ting. Huo Ting's studio had an extra easel and a drawing board.On a spring afternoon, the sun is gentle and the breeze is warm. The window of the studio on the second floor is half open, and the wind blows the fragrance of flowers into the room, and white petals fall on Ming Suzhou's black hair.

He was only exposed to painting for a while when he was very young, and he has forgotten the basic skills for so many years. Huo Ting can only teach him from the most basic line drawing, and even sharpen the pencils one by one before putting them down. in his pencil case.

Ming Suzhou was wearing a white shirt and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, sitting in front of the drawing board and learning from the basics clumsily and earnestly, his white fingertips were all rubbed with lead dust.Huo Ting is still painting the sea, almost all of his paintings are in the studio, but he still feels that it is not enough.

Ming Suzhou made fun of him, called him Mr. Huo with a smile, and secretly teased him that he was old-fashioned and not as tender as himself, but Huo Ting fought back vigorously, leaving a dark blue paint on his face.

"You are so annoying."

Ming Suzhou took out a tissue to wipe his face. He squinted his eyes and raised the pencil to draw the perspective of the plaster geometry in front of him. He had already started the course of painting still life, but Huo Ting's sea was still not finished.

"Will this painting of yours end when I start learning colors?"

Huo Ting lowered his head and brushed his pen, a strand of hair fell down, "Sometimes I really miss the first time I met you, at least you are more gentle than now."

The process of turning from a still life to a portrait is extremely difficult, especially in the early days when he couldn't even grasp the shape accurately. Ming Suzhou is a very patient person, and sometimes he sits in the studio for a whole day, completely fulfilling the promise he made every day Forget about walking the dog.

The studio was very quiet. The two sat in front of the drawing board with their backs facing each other. Ming Suzhou stretched his waist, reached out to touch Huo Ting, and showed him his dark hands, "I thought you art students are very elegant. , at least it will be very temperamental. I really made a mess of mistakes, and my waist almost broke after sitting all afternoon, it seems that the script cannot be trusted."

Huo Ting looked up at him. Ming Suzhou's complexion was very fair. He didn't even know when he rubbed a piece of lead ash on his face. Ming Suzhou glanced at his palm and curled his lips in disgust, "Black It's going to be reflective."

His personality has become much more cheerful. It is no longer the same as when he first came. It seems that there are countless cameras hidden around him. His every move is so precise that it seems to be perfect after measuring with a protractor.

Huo Ting licked his somewhat dry lower lip, and tapped his hand with the pen, "During the training camp, I wore a black down jacket for three months, and when my aunt washed my clothes after the exam, I doubted the down jacket. Fading. So sometimes when I watch movies and TV shows, the hero wears light-colored clothes and draws sketches and colors, and I feel quite admirable. Art students are divided into music, calligraphy and painting media, and I feel that our art students are the most disgraced."

He glanced at Ming Suzhou, "Isn't it you who learn to act with temperament?"

The spring breeze messed up Ming Suzhou's hair, rubbing it until his face was slightly itchy, Ming Suzhou wiped his face with the back of his hand, and there was another piece of pencil dust on his face.He knocked on the drawing board twice, flicked off the eraser, frowned and recalled his academic career, "It's not easy, I just remember that it was winter during the exam, and there was a lot of snow. Wrapped in a military overcoat, I stood outside the examination room for a long time, and when I returned home, I fell ill, and when I was admitted to the next school, I was so coughed that I couldn’t even read my lines.”

Huo Ting smiled, "When you leave the teacher, the big star will teach me how to cry in a second, cry for my dad when I go home, and sell myself miserably in front of him."

Ming Suzhou wiped the lead ash on his hands with an eraser, and asked him casually, "How long are you going to stay in Guanhai Town, you can't stop going back, right?"

Huo Ting stirred two strokes on the palette, "My sister helps me at home, so my dad doesn't care about me. My mother is an art student. Her thinking is more tolerant and open, and she doesn't restrict me from doing what I want to do." .”

He glanced at Ming Suzhou who lowered his head to sharpen his pencil, and curled his lips, "What's more, I can't leave you and fifteen thousand here to look at the house."

Huo Ting unconsciously picked at the dried paint on his fingers, "What about you, how long are you going to live here?"

Ming Suzhou shook off the pencil dust from his hands, and put the sharpened pencil in the pencil case, his movements were so light that he could hardly hear the sound, "Let's wait until I can draw the sea."

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I really have enough daily writing, the next chapter will directly pull the progress bar