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The night gradually deepened.

The old anti-theft door creaked and then quietly closed.

A long time ago, Gui Lanfang's advice came from outside the door: "You should also pay attention to the time when reviewing, and go to bed early."

Then Li Tan never heard the sound again.

It was quiet outside the studio.

Guilanfang finished her walk and fell asleep.

There was a continuous breathing sound in the ear.

"The last question, what is the art style after Neoclassicism?"

There were already countless beer cans in Cheng Huan's hand. She took down the bottle of red wine from the back shelf, unscrewed the cork, and poured another glass for herself and Li Tan.

Her cheeks were flushed, her winking eyes were silky and confusing.

Li Tan sighed: "Cheng Huan, you are drunk."

Cheng Huan lazily pushed the wine glass in front of her, parted her red lips slightly: "Li Tan, you lost."

The two gambled against each other, Li Tan lost more than he won, but Cheng Huan was the one who got drunk.

Cheng Huan's drinking capacity is not bad, better than the average girl, but she happened to meet Li Tan.

No one has ever seen Li Tan get drunk before. She is huge, and her complexion is reddish after drinking a case of wine. Many people in He County want to get Li Tan drunk and take revenge, but they have never succeeded.

Li Tan's throat moved, she suddenly picked up the wine glass and drank it down, gently put it back on the table, "Yes, I lost."

Red wine is more mellow and smooth than beer, as if a feather brushes the tip of the throat.

Sweet to my heart.

Cheng Huan was very satisfied with Li Tan's straightforwardness.

She smiled, opened the history book casually, pointed to the page, and asked herself, "It's Victorian romance."

Another wine glass reflected a red gleam.

Has a rosy charm.

Li Tan lowered his gaze and met Cheng Huan's gaze on the portrait of "Liberty Leading the People".

Above the portrait is a description of Romanticism: "After the end of Napoleon's rule, people were disappointed with the kingdom of reason advocated by bourgeois Enlightenment thinkers and sought new spiritual sustenance."

The shadows they cast are close together, close together overhead, and seem to be cuddling each other.

But Li Tan knew that Cheng Huan kept his distance from the beginning to the end.

Even though she was drunk, subconsciously, she still avoided physical contact with other people.

"The review is over." Cheng Huan declared with a drunken smile, "The loser will be punished."

Li Tan consciously gave himself a full blow, and kept his eyes on: "Have you already been punished?"

Cheng Huan pretended to raise an index finger meaningfully, shaking it from side to side, "As a punishment for losing the whole game."

She was slightly drunk and conscious, but not quite sober.

Cheng Huan turned his eyes back to the portrait, and the constraints and rules seemed to be freed along with the clothes on the Statue of Liberty of the French Revolution.

She was suddenly full of poetry, picked up the paintbrush, put the end of the paintbrush against Li Tan's chin, and raised it slightly, "Why don't you be a mannequin for me."

The red wine suddenly choked his throat, and Li Tan coughed violently.

"Let me calm down."

She didn't directly refuse, but said that she needed time to calm down.

After all, it takes courage.

Feeling restless, Li Tanqing couldn't help but lit a cigarette.

She carried a fire with her, and lit her face sideways. The light and shadow instantly illuminated her outline clearly, and then quickly dimmed it.

Li Tan took a deep breath of the smoke ring.

Cheng Huan snatched the cigarette dangling from her mouth directly, walked to the window sill in two or three steps, opened it, and threw it down.

The fire was extinguished in the falling cold wind.

"I hate the smell of smoke."

The corners of Cheng Huan's mouth were drawn down, and his brows were slightly frowned.

When she was drunk, she didn't seem to laugh so much, and was even a little serious, with dark eyes.

Li greedily thought, maybe this is the unique state of an artist.

She is not happy.

Overwhelmed by melancholy.

Li Tan took a deep breath, nodded, turned his back, and took off his coat: "Okay."

She is wearing a light blue denim jacket today, and a white sleeveless blouse with lush forests printed on it, which looks like an oil painting.

Seeing Li Tan go to grab the corner of the shirt and turn over the blouse, Cheng Huan looked at her strangely: "I just let you be a mannequin, and didn't let you take off your clothes."

Li Tan stuck in the middle, and his earlobes turned red in a rare way.

Just when she was about to let go, Cheng Huan looked him up and down again and said, "But I think you feel better when you take off your clothes."

Li Tan's back was facing her, and half of the waistline was exposed from the corners of his arms, which were coated with a layer of soft white light by the cold light source.

From the waistline upwards, the intertwined scars spread all the way, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Cheng Huan's pupils shrank suddenly, she let out a small "Yeah" and nodded, "Well, I think we can continue."

Li Tan bit his lower lip, "What are you going to draw?"

"I didn't think about it before." Cheng Huan replied sincerely, "I just wanted to draw you."

Li Tan felt that the amount of alcohol he drank before finally began to slowly produce stamina.

She actually felt dizzy.

"But now I know what I want to paint."

Cheng Huan took out the camera from nowhere, pointed the lens at Li Tan, clicked it, and took a photo.

"you……"

"Models can't always be there, and photos can freeze the moment, which is a good auxiliary material."

After Cheng Huan finished speaking, he urged her to quickly throw away that unsightly blouse.

She asked Li Tan to turn his head slightly to the left and back, revealing a beautiful jaw line. The x-shaped scar at the corner of his left eye and the sores on his back complemented each other, giving him an unparalleled sense of incomplete beauty.

The moment the skin is completely exposed to the air, it feels slightly cool.

But then he started to feel hot under the gaze.

Cheng Huan's tone was calmer than expected, and the voice came from behind Li Tan, "Can you stand? I want to draw a standing pose."

It is difficult to keep standing for a long time.

What's more, it has only been two days since the knee injury.

Li Tan replied, "I'll try."

Cheng Huan clicked and took pictures from several angles.

"very good."

Li Tan heard a hidden excitement from her calm tone.

Cheng Huan set up the drawing board and began to paint.

She sketched Li Tan's outline with a few strokes, and then focused on the large area of ​​exposed scars.

The first is the arc around the corner of the eye. She pressed down and raised the eyebrow line, but she was not satisfied with it.

Li Tan couldn't see Cheng Huan's gaze, but she didn't think that kind of excitement was lust.Cheng Huan's voice is a bit hoarse, with the gentleness and melancholy of a long stream of water, the excitement is hidden under the gloomy frenzy, like a hidden whirl in a stream, rolling up all nerves, splashing water waves, allowing the muddy bottom to escape Shines brightly in the sun.

Right in front of Li Tan's line of sight was a destroyed painting, it was pitch black, and Li Tan couldn't see the content clearly, but she guessed that it was probably Cheng Huan's self-portrait.

I don't know how long it took, but Li Tan still couldn't hold back, and started to ask her: "I remember you said that painting is a kind of self-destructive desire to vent."

Cheng Huan let out a "huh" from his nasal cavity, which was a response.

Li Tan: "Then do you still think so?"

"Yes." Cheng Huan nodded calmly, "I still want to destroy you."

As she spoke, she suddenly sighed softly, "Come here today."

Li Tan put on his clothes in silence, and followed Cheng Huan's gesture to look at the semi-finished product.

Cheng Huan only drew outlines, eyes, and scars.

But colored.

In other words, the lines that represent the scars are all in bright red.

She imagined the state of blood dripping, and cut open the scars, revealing the original appearance.

In stark contrast to the large fragmented red are those eyes.

It was extremely dark, as quiet as a deep tan, with a void of nothing to do, but Li Tan still saw loneliness, pain, lingering sadness, and even the shame and humiliation that she thought she had hidden well.

It is shameful to reveal oneself in front of people.

And it is humiliating to be viewed as an object for a long time.

But this emotion is not only painting her, but also carries the shadow cast by the painter.

Cheng Huan was very satisfied with the expression on Li Tan's face.

She stretched out her hand to pick up the wine glass, and drank slowly until it bottomed out, and the drunkenness that was slightly awake gradually sank again.

Cheng Huan likes this dizzy state very much, she is herself, but not herself.She can examine carefully from the perspective of God, and pull out the dark thoughts of self-hatred from the dark corners little by little, and expose them to the light.

Her voice trembled uncontrollably: "I can get excited just by imagining the same thing happened to you."

Even if it's just an imagination.

Even if it is just an opportunity to create a similar environment.

Cheng Huan waited for Li Tan to cast a look of disgust, then wandered away.

But she waited for a long time, and Li Tan just stood there without any response.

Li Tan held her hand.

Cheng Huan's fingers were unexpectedly cold.

Li Tan finally said: "This is very good."

"You've done nothing wrong. Reasonable venting isn't a bad thing."

She was silent, her chest heaving slightly, "I like this painting very much, and I look forward to seeing its finished product soon."

Cheng Huan threw her away violently, showing a disgusted expression: "You are disgusting."

Li Tan wasn't quite sure what she was referring to.

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· So what exactly is she referring to?

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