For the favor of Mr. Nie

Nie Zheng's room is on the second floor. When he pushed the door open, Tong Yan looked around, still in a simple and elegant style.Looking up, you can see the wooden beams on the roof. There is a four-poster bed in the middle of the room against the wall. The wood is very dark purple-black.On the other side is the entire glass door. The room is half open to the courtyard and the dense jungle in the distance, which also has a tropical feel.

Nie Zheng entered the room, carried his luggage to the opposite side, and opened two carved sliding doors, which looked like a cloakroom.

This is not important, Tong Yan's eyes are fixed on the decorative grid on the head of the bed, in the middle of which hangs a meticulous portrait.He suspected that he was wrong, and hurried forward a few steps.

He stood by the side of the bed and took a serious look, "..." That's amazing.

The painting had been mounted in a wooden frame, and the bottom of the paper was old and yellowish.The person in the painting is dressed in white and is sitting somewhere, with one leg hanging down and his arm resting on the knee of the other leg. His posture is so vivid that even the strands of black hair can be seen clearly.That handsome face was full of smiles, and the dark eyeballs seemed to be moving in the next second, lifelike and full of youth.

Tong Yan looked at the red stamp on the foot of the drawing paper again. Even though it was written in seal characters, he still recognized Nie Zheng's name.As expected, it was drawn by Nie Zheng himself.

Hey, hey, what an embarrassment, this time Nie Zheng even turned on the color!

So, when Nie Zheng put away his luggage and came out of the cloakroom, Tong Yan raised his fox tail to the sky, "Who is this? It's still hanging on the bedside."

Nie Zheng held a few medicine boxes in his hand, his eyes were very calm, but his tone was playful, "Hang on the bedside to ward off evil spirits, whoever he is."

Tong Yan laughed angrily: "Why don't you say you hung me up for contraception?"

The corner of Nie Zheng's mouth twitched lightly, "There's no need for that."

After speaking, Nie Zheng went to the side, took out a bottle of water from the small refrigerator, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Tong Yan, then took out the silver medicine tablet from the carton, peeled off a capsule and gave it to Tong Yan, "Take the medicine."

Tong Yan threw the medicine into his mouth, raised his head and took a big sip of water to swallow it.After taking the medicine, the fox's tail that was up to the sky has not yet been confiscated, and he joked with the man happily, "You like me very much, don't you?"

Nie Zheng tightened the cap of the bottle, put the water on the table, lowered his brows, locked eyes on him indulgently, but did not speak.

Tong Yan circled around Nie Zheng, and continued to tease: "Then I am not very beautiful." Don't be shy, I have hung his portrait on the head of the bed, and I don't know how long it has been hanging.

When he said this, Nie Zheng's eyes softened a lot.

Soon, Nie Zheng raised his hand to support his waist, supported his chin with the other hand, rubbed his fingertips lightly on his cheek, and put the answer in one sentence, "Bring back the meat well." Immediately , touched his forehead with warm lips, and then hugged him into her arms.

Tong Yan leaned against the man's firm chest and stopped smiling.

He put his arms around Nie Zheng's thick shoulders, "Okay, don't worry."

Although the purpose of coming to the island was for Tong Yan to recuperate, Nie Zheng was still a little worried. Apart from Lu Bo, who guarded the house, he was the staff responsible for cleaning and security. If he went out, Tong Yan would not even have anyone to talk to.There is a network on the island, but right now he doesn't support Tong Yan to spend all day on the Internet. After all, the huge amount of information garbage like an explosion is more likely to make people impetuous.

Sending Tong Yan over this day, he postponed the appointment scheduled for a few hours in the morning, and he didn't need to go out until the afternoon.So, after dawdling in the room with Tong Yan for a while, and showing Tong Yan the layout of the front and back rooms, Nie Zheng took him to his study.

Just like his villa in S City, in the study room, the entire wall of the bookshelves is full, and there are almost all kinds of books. When Tong Yan can't go out to enjoy the sun and the beach, he can pass the time here.

But as soon as he entered the door, Tong Yan's attention was attracted by the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

"You like calligraphy and painting so much?"

These paintings are calligraphy by famous masters. Nie Zheng asked himself that his superficial and clumsy skills could not be compared with this one, and he quickly replied: "I am interested, but the technique is not good." Gardening, calligraphy and painting, these things, he only learned for self-cultivation. .

Yes, self-cultivation.

At this time, Tong Yan was looking in and out, seemingly unable to concentrate.Nie Zheng took a look and had an idea in his mind, "Come with me."

He walked to the bookshelf, took out a roll of rice paper from the cabinet below, took it to the balcony, took out a roll, spread it out on the low table, and pressed it with a paperweight.Then, he went to fetch ink and wash, and sat down at the low table by himself.

The terrace is very spacious, the ground level is slightly higher than the study room, and the floor is covered with mats.Tong Yan also followed Nie Zheng and sat on the ground.

The windows on three sides of the terrace were open, and without the barrier of the low railings, they seemed to be sitting in the courtyard.In the flower garden not far away, the flowers are blooming just right, the leaves are green, and all kinds of orchids, either with heavy makeup or light smear, compete for splendor.

Among them, only the opposite Lan is not Lan, but it is also just right.

When Nie Zheng picked up the pen, his eyes moved away from the fiery red room, and turned to Dongfeng on the other side.

Tong Yan regained his spirits, "Wow, come to the live version?"

Nie Zheng drew out a clear and straight ink line with the tip of his pen, "Yes, let me show you the live version first." He picked out a few clusters of interdependent and attractive poses and traced them. Fortunately, the lines are not complicated, and occasionally they can be used freely. Ink directly.

Tong Yan rested his hand on his chin and watched quietly. At first, his eyes fell on the man's deep and exotic eyes.

This is half a crooked countryman, how can he be so handy with traditional culture.

However, the serious man is really charming, Tong Yan watched it for a long time.

He thought he was just a crowd cheering for cheers. Unexpectedly, an hour later, when they came back from lunch, Nie Zheng finished ticking off the remaining few strokes and said to him: "Okay, I will type the manuscript here for you. In the afternoon, you Color it yourself."

Tong Yan was taken aback, "Huh? Me?... Paint it?"

Nie Zheng put down his pen, "Calm down."

Tong Yan understood, coloring, decompression and meditation, this kind of small picture album has been very popular in recent years.

He laughed, "I don't need to be so troublesome in drafting the draft myself. You said earlier, I just buy a copy of "Secret Garden" online."

Nie Zheng glanced at the painting that was about to be completed by the two of them together, then looked seriously at Tong Yan, "..."

How can a child who is engaged in art be so moody?

But in an instant, Tong Yan put his hands on his neck, kissed him on the face, and winked at him again, "I understand, this is the customized version of "Secret Garden"."

"Tuktuk—" Someone knocked on the door.

Nie Zheng felt helpless, but he was happier than before, and said, "Come in."

The door opened and Lubur entered.Lubur carried a large tray and carefully put it down at the table.Tong Yan saw paint, water and pens inside.There is also a bottle containing an unknown liquid.

He sat in Nie Zheng's previous position, eager to try, "Which pen should I use?"

Nie Zheng came behind him, dipped a pen in green, melted it on a white porcelain plate, and handed it to his hand, then poured water on another pen, squeezed the tip of the pen, and stuffed it between his fingers , "Two together."

It sounds absurd to use two pens together, but it can be done as long as you know how to hold chopsticks.Nie Zheng wrapped his arms around his body like this, grabbed his hand, and put the first touch of color on the paper, fainting slowly, "As the color falls, use a clear water pen to blur it out..."

Tong Yan tried it for a while and found it not difficult.

Nie Zheng didn't let go of his hand until the phone rang, "The leaves are dark in color. You are a novice, and you may not be able to grasp the heat. If you want to paint brightly, you should dye it with alum several times, and then dye it after it dries. But Don't be too demanding on the effect, if you are not used to two pens, you can do flat painting, you have plenty of time, just finish it within a week."

Nie Zheng seriously felt that this activity was suitable for Tong Yan.Dye in a leisurely manner, after dyeing for a while, apply vitriol glue, and wait for the paper to dry, Tong Yan can rest and not be tired from working.

Nie Zheng went to the side to answer the phone, and the secretary told him outside that it was time to leave.He looked back at Tong Yan, saw Tong Yan smiling and gestured OK to him, and then went out with confidence.

But he still seems to have some things to explain, for example, the paper for drawing seems to have been at home for a while.He walked to the living room, where the secretary and several bodyguards were waiting for him under the porch.When these people saw him coming, they all greeted him: "Mr. Nie."

Nie Zheng said, "Let's go."

It's okay, as long as Tong Yan does what he says, there will be no problems.Tong Yan's always irritable temperament should be tempered.

But Tong Yan often exceeded expectations.

On this day, after Nie Zheng left, Tong Yanxian obediently dyed it for a while.Feeling that he dyed it well, Tong Yan didn't pay much attention to Nie Zheng's words, "Maybe I can't master the heat well".

After tiling once, the white sketch is covered with a layer of beautiful light color.Tong Yan was proud of himself, but felt that there was not much patience left, so while waiting for the paper to dry, he took out his phone and swiped Weibo for a while.

It didn't matter if he brushed this time, he really got a shocking news - Mingxuan came out of the closet.

According to the news, Mingxuan's boyfriend is a foreign man.Awesome, didn't this person want to live and die for Lao Nie before?

Tong Yan was deeply surprised, and felt that he should talk to someone, and soon called Zheng Zhaohua.

Zheng Zhaohua naturally teased him a few words first, and heard him confuse, saying: "This is unexpected, Mingxuan is very in love, and they are broken in love, crying and making trouble, and vent all their negative emotions. I can't bear the loneliness anymore, and it will be a matter of time before I start my second spring. This is called repeated defeats. Unlike you, you usually don't take your feelings as everything, and put everything in your heart to accumulate, wait for less If you accumulate a lot, it is easy to get into the corner, and it is not easy to let yourself go."

Do what you do, do what you say.

Tong Yan felt a little rejoiced, so what if he didn't let him go, Nie Zheng cared so much about him, he didn't need to let him go.

Chatted with Zheng Zhaohua again, hung up the phone, looked at the paper, he was stunned.After the color dries, it looks much lighter than before.

This layer upon layer, when will the painting be finished?Facing his private love version of Secret Garden, Tong Yan raised his sleeves higher. He had to seize the opportunity to paint, and try to get enough color before Nie Zheng came back, so as to give the man a big surprise.

Since we have to rush to work, let’s forget about applying alum water. Wet the whole paper and wait for it to dry. What a waste of time, right?

So, Tong Yan sat without moving for the whole afternoon. Outside, the shadows of flowers and leaves changed directions, and he was still shaking the pen holder to try his best.On the way, Lu Bo came in and called several times to persuade him to rest, and he agreed, and continued when the old man went out.

When it was almost dusk, the color of the orchid leaves was finally close to the one outside. Tong Yan was very happy, looking at the secret garden that was almost completed, he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart, and if he dyed it again, it would probably be finished.

But when the pen fell down again, patches of black and green mottled appeared on the oily green leaves, as if they had been infested by diseases and insect pests.

Tong Yan was dumbfounded: "..."

At this moment, the door of the study opened, and Nie Zheng's tall figure appeared at the door, "Haven't you rested yet?"

Tong Yan continued to be confused: "..."

Soon, Nie Zheng walked over to him, looked at the painting in his hand, and paused for a second when he rolled his sleeves.

Tong Yan immediately threw the drawing paper back on the table and laughed.

The corner of Nie Zheng's mouth twitched, and he asked, "How many times have you been fucked?"

Tong Yan Wangtian: "... Twice."

Nie Zheng knelt down behind him, turned over the drawing paper, and couldn't help asking, "I've been there twice, why didn't I miss it?"

Tong Yan: "..." It turns out that this is called leakage. No wonder, he felt that he had scratched the surface of the paper just now.

But this kind of crime is absolutely unrecognizable. He stuffed himself into Nie Zheng's arms, and rubbed his head on the man's shoulder coquettishly, "Who knows? I miss you." Stop checking homework, come and make out affectionate……

No...Didn't you say that you used that thing just for bright colors?It's going to kill me.

Nie Zheng laughed angrily at him, put his arms around his back, but didn't mean much to blame when he said, "Why are you so impatient, huh?"

Then, keeping his left hand embracing him, Nie Zheng stretched out his right hand, swiped a brush, and inscribed a line on the side of the secret garden:

It was written by Xiongzi in the month of Bingshen.