Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

The studio was dim, with only half of the windows open. Although it was open, the gray screens blocked most of the light source. It was the hottest afternoon sun, but the room was very cool.

The smell of paint fills the room, and you can feel the smell strongly from the moment you step in.But for those who paint, this smell is common, just like breathing, the smell of paint is the smell of oxygen that has been incorporated.

With a 'pop', Wen Cheng turned on the light in the room.

Before Holol could react, when the lights were completely turned on, a painting caught his eyelids, making him froze in place.

There were many paintings hanging on the wall, but he was a little surprised by only one.

This is the back view of a man Guang Guoguo.

There is a painting hanging on the wall in the center, and there are only three colors in the painting, the silver-gray background color, the fair-skinned back, and the gorgeous fiery red rose painted on the back.

It can be seen that it is a boy, and it is a boy lying with his back facing him in a natural posture. The figure outlined by the pen is thin and curvy, whether it is the shoulder blades on the back, the slightly sunken waist, or the slightly raised and sexy The shape of the buttocks, and the slender and fair legs below, every inch looks like a work of art.

The legs are crossed and slightly bent, and there is a red rope on the ankle of the left foot.

Huo Shanol looked down at his ankle, his eyes flickered, what about his?

"I drew this, does it look good?"

Huo Xuechun was thinking that all of this must be no coincidence, and then heard Wen Cheng's voice ringing in his ears, like an ordinary inquiry, not like the previous game at the beginning, they have an inseparable relationship, even The words are so unfamiliar, even cautious.

He felt the heat source behind him getting closer, but kept a safe distance.

Even though he saw the connection but didn't get close to him, this feeling is really...

Turning his head to look at Wen Cheng with depression in his eyes, but when he saw Wen Cheng taking two steps back when he turned his head, that depression turned into annoyance.

What is this, afraid of him?

He deliberately took a step forward.

I saw Wen Cheng took another step back.

As if deliberately keeping a distance from him.

Facing Shang Wencheng's somewhat cramped appearance, he was very depressed: "You..."

"Is it because I don't draw well?" Wen Cheng saw that Huo Shanchun's expression was not right, and thought it was because he didn't draw well. At this moment, he even forgot that he was a painter, and even a teacher. Such a question It shouldn't be there, but it is testing the boy's mind.

The juvenile response was especially important to him.

Because this is a dream he once had, a ridiculous dream.

Now it is only expressed by him implicitly through paintings.

Without any identity, he just wanted to ask what Huolhanol meant, whether the painting was good or not.

Huo Xuechun had never seen Wen Cheng like this before, and suddenly felt a sense of status reversal. Looking at Wen Cheng's expectant eyes, combined with Wen Cheng's personality in this world, he suddenly wanted to test Wen Cheng's bottom line.

"Who is this painting?" He deliberately asked back.

Wencheng has been in the spring dream, and knows that Wencheng longs for him in his heart. This level is to let him walk out of loneliness and depression with Wencheng and encourage him to be positive. Now we have to let Wencheng approach him boldly, let Wencheng Speak your mind.

Wen Cheng looked at the young man standing in front of him with clean and clear eyes, as if reflecting the invisible greed deep in his heart, he couldn't help but make him avoid it.

How could such cleanliness be defiled, he still couldn't say, he didn't want Huolol to know what kind of person he was.

"...Draw it casually." I regretted letting Huo alcohol make a comment.

I went forward and wanted to take down the hanging painting.

"But teacher, the boy above also has a red string on his left ankle, isn't it me?"

Wen Cheng's hand holding the painting paused, and the hand holding the painting tightened slightly because of nervousness. The boy's back in the painting was close at hand, and the real person was behind him.

"Is it really not me?"

His back stiffened suddenly, because a pair of hands wrapped around his body, supporting the sides of the picture frame in his hand.

Like a misplaced hug.

Huo Shanol touched Wen Cheng's back on purpose, tilted his head to look at Wen Cheng's side face, and put his feet close to Wen Cheng's ear: "Teacher, you draw very well, if it's me, I like it very much. "

The young man whispered to his ears with a bit of air, as if the ending was tinged with sweetness and coquettishness, and his warm breath fell on his cheeks, just like an intimate conversation between intimate lovers.

The three words 'I like' hit the tip of my heart, whether it was like painting or something, Wen Cheng felt that he was saying that he liked him.

That longing is like a vine entangled in a bamboo row, as long as it doesn't stop its growth, it can go on and on.

"Do you like it?" Wen Cheng asked.

"I like it very much." Hololin said with a smile, "So it's me, teacher?"

"……no."

"Ah, what a pity. It seems that I think too much."

"Yeah." Wen Cheng walked away from Huololol's misplaced embrace without a trace, put the painting in his hand on the corner of the room, and pulled a piece of white cloth to cover the portrait.

Huo Xuechun put down his hand, he looked at Wen Cheng's actions, it was really not easy to pry Wen Cheng at this level.

Is the direct sex ~ luring useful?

Hiss, will it appear that he is not reserved at all?

"Let's go."

"...Huh?" Just as he was about to visit the studio, he heard Wen Cheng's order to drive away visitors, which made him a little confused.

Wen Cheng walked behind Huo Shanchun and poked him on the back: "I'm going to rest, you go home."

Huo Xuechun was a little cute when he was poked by Wen Cheng, but it made him tease: "Teacher, won't you let me stay overnight?"

Sure enough, he saw traces of shyness on Wen Cheng's bearded face.

"I'm not a teacher now." Wen Cheng turned around and turned off the light in the room.

"But you were wronged, weren't you?"

Wen Cheng stopped his hand on the key and pressed it lightly.

The lights in the room have been turned off.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, only the light from outside the window faintly entered, and the two of them hadn't walked out yet, the dimming of the light seemed to bring the distance closer.

Huo Xuechun looked at Wen Cheng's back to himself, his shoulders drooping slightly. When the light dimmed, it was as if darkness and helplessness enveloped Wen Cheng's body, which made this man who was already full of vicissitudes even more exciting. People are uncomfortable.

It seemed that there was a lot of resentment on him, but he was powerless to resist.

He suddenly felt empathy.

In this society, it is not difficult for powerful people to encounter bad things, but when it falls on ordinary people, they will be crushed.

Terrible speech sometimes destroys a person. Even if this person was once invincible, he just thought that he was really invincible, but in the end it was dark when he was alone.

He had suffered like this, and he was almost destroyed by such things.

But he carried it through.

For helping him.

"I'll help you." He stepped forward to hold Wen Cheng's hand.

The moment their palms touched, time stopped that they couldn't even notice, they got into the gap and shuttled past, and in the gap, countless memories were recorded into the database like a revolving lantern.

No relationship starts out of nowhere, it has always been organized, planned and premeditated——

near.

5 minutes later--

"You go."

Hearing only the sound of 'bang', Huo alcohol numbly watched Wen Cheng lift him out and throw him out of the door before closing it, completely unaware of where he said something wrong.

He really wanted to help Wencheng, but why did he resist him? It was Wencheng who had been following him, but now he seemed to be inexplicable.

He looked at the black wooden door, and thought of this scene as if he had returned to the first pass.

But I don't know why there is an involuntary familiarity.

Sighed, forget it, he will figure out a way!

He went forward and picked a rose sticking out of the iron fence. Today's roses are obedient, and he can easily pick them without squeezing half of his body in like that day and still not being able to pick a single rose.

Then shouted inside: "Teacher, I really left!"

"..."

The only answer to him was the wanton chirping of cicadas in summer.

Seeing the roses he plucked in his hands, he curled his lips, well, then he will think of a way, as if he can't be too proactive?

If you don't take the initiative to hear this stupid man, what will you do if you don't get close to him?

He raised his hand and tugged on his collar, and looked inside.

"While I'm fat in vain, then I'd better fuck it."

He limped away from the old street.

The man standing by the window watched the figure gradually go away, the shadow was infinitely elongated under the sun, the room was so dark, but the young man in his vision was covered with dazzling light, although he was not walking towards him, but the shadow is toward him.

Fingertips were numb, and the hand holding the easel gradually tightened.

Tomorrow, how should he meet Huolanol so as not to be awkward?

And the young man's request to be his model really made him happy, but he couldn't match it.

Because now he really doesn't have any qualifications to get close to such a clean boy, and there are a lot of bad things waiting for him to deal with, but he doesn't have the energy to deal with them.

So life is a mess.

The window was slowly closed, cutting off the sunlight and falling into darkness again.

-

"Holy alcohol!"

When Huo Shanchun walked back to the dormitory and pushed open the door, he saw Duanmu Xuanyu standing at the door with a livid face, looking at him like a king of hell, which made him take a step back in fright.

"...You are frightening to death." The person who stood at the door as soon as the door opened, Leng Bulingding didn't make a sound that was really scary.

"It was agreed to buy a drink, where did you go?" Duanmu Xuanyu half-closed his eyes and walked towards him. His height advantage made him imposing when he stood in front of Huo Xuechun: "Why didn't you answer the call and message?"

Although the tone is reproachful, it is more worried.

Then he noticed the wound on Hololol's knee and frowned.

Huo Xuechun: "...Oh, I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished my homework and went back to the studio, I'm sorry."

He was talking about people like him who valued sex over friends. When he saw Wen Cheng, he really forgot everything. How could he remember to buy a drink, let alone feel hungry.

Duanmu Xuanyu looked at him dubiously: "You don't always finish your homework on time? It's not like you to do your homework without eating. What's the matter with your foot injury? You got it when you were playing ball." ?”

As he spoke, he walked up to Hololol and squatted down.

When they raised their hands to touch each other, they saw Huolol avoid them.

He froze for a moment, then raised his head for no apparent reason.

After Huolol's subconscious movements, he was embarrassed for a few seconds. He actually didn't want to be so obvious, but he was really not used to being touched by others, except for Wen Cheng.

Pretending to be natural, he patted his head and pretended to be very tired, limped in and sat down at his desk: "Oh, it's okay, it's just a small injury, and it doesn't hurt."

"Cholol."

Duanmu Xuanyu's voice behind him became serious, and Huo Shanhan paused when he sat down, a little nervous: "What's wrong?"

"Are you hiding from me recently?"

Duanmu Xuanyu looked at Huo Chunchun's side face, and clenched his hand slightly, as if he was brewing some emotion, but finally decided to put all his eggs in one basket.

"No, you think too much." Hololol opened the closet and was about to take a shower.

Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind him and slapped the closet door, and he froze for a moment.

Looking sideways at Duanmu Xuanyu's serious expression, he suddenly had an ominous premonition, because he remembered that Duanmu Xuanyu also liked him.

"Do you feel that I like you?"

Hololol: "..." Oh, what to do, it's over, he won't handle it, blind spot.

He was not with Wen Cheng in this test, how to reasonably reject a person's love at this time, this is something he can't do at all, it is really too difficult to reject someone.

Duanmu Xuanyu's eyes fell on Huo Chunchun's face, carefully capturing the changes in Huo Chunchun's facial expression, he found Ni Duan, and sure enough, he really found his heart.

"Qianqian, do you like boys?"

Hololol: "..." So he should say whether he likes it or not, which is better to unfold the plot.

"We grew up together, how do you feel about me?"

Huo Shanchun imagined a scene in which good brothers go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of ​​fire. After all, the setting is that they grew up together and had a good relationship: "So, go through fire and water? It's not the kind of love that loves, It's pure friendship, don't think too much about it."

When Duanmu Xuanyu heard Huo Chunchun rejecting him so simply, sadness flashed in his eyes: "Is it that direct? You don't even give me a reaction?"

"Where there is no grass in the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower." Huo Chunchun thought about going all out, refusing this kind of thing can never be procrastinating and leaving hope for others, it is wrong to play ambiguously, so he turned around Facing Duanmu Xuanyu, his eyes were frank: "It's impossible for me and you, we can only be good friends and brothers."

"Why? You don't have anyone you like now, why don't you try me?"

"I have someone I like."

Duanmu Xuanyu was stunned: "What?"

The person I like the most, who obviously pays attention to him all the time, doesn't even know that there is a dog?

"It's the person I want to spend my whole life with." Huo Shanchun said with a little expectation in his eyes. He was actually looking forward to playing the last level, and wanted to know who Wen Cheng was: "I found it."

"Who is it?" Duanmu Xuanyu frowned even tighter.

Huo Chunchun smiled and patted Duanmu Xuanyu's shoulder: "I'll tell you when I catch up with you brother."

He has decided!

This time, the relationship with Wencheng is completely clean, so he will have the relationship. After learning so much from Wencheng, how can he know a little bit about chasing people? He believes that Wencheng can impress him, so he can definitely do it. Impress Wen Cheng.

Duanmu Xuanyu: "..."

It doesn't feel good to feel like it's over before it even started.

So who is the person that Huo Lanchun is thinking about?

Huo Chunchun saw that it was done, Duanmu Xuanyu went to take a bath happily, now let him think about how to get close to Wencheng, if this guy dare not take the initiative, he can only take the initiative.

How can self-recommendation appear natural.

After all, it was the first time I met Wen Cheng today. In Wen Cheng's eyes, it was the first time I met him. It was strange enough to say that I took the initiative to be a mannequin, but it would be even more strange to say that I pursued it directly.

Maybe Wen Cheng would be scared away by him.

There was a patter of water in the bathroom.

[Alcohol, warm reminder, the person who engages in Wencheng is Shangguan Fengling. 】

When Hololol took a bath, he heard Aiduoduo's voice: "?!"

Another Shangguan wind chime? !

Here comes the plot line.

[How did you get Wen Cheng? ? ? ? 】

He suddenly remembered that Wen Cheng had a one-on-one student before Wen Cheng in the information, could it be Shangguan Feng Ling?

[Shangguan Fengling's family is powerful and powerful, there is only such a baby princess in the family, and the best art teacher is invited to give it to her.

Guan Fengling makes up lessons, because Shangguan Fengling really doesn't have the talent for painting, Wen Cheng has great respect for art, and Shangguan Fengling is very uncooperative during the teaching process, and he thinks it is a waste of his time. That's why they scold people.Then he was slandered by Shangguan Fengling, who first used excessive shock as an excuse, and later used Wencheng to practice obscenity through teaching and suffered from depression to suppress Wencheng, causing Wencheng to lose his reputation. 】

[People's words are terrible, some terrible public opinion can destroy a person, it is Shangguan Fengling who wants to destroy Wencheng. 】

Holol turned off the faucet with a 'snap', his wet hair was still dripping with water, and the water dripping from his hair slid down his cheeks, and the action of clenching his teeth made the jaw line of his side face clearer.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a resting butterfly was startled and fluttered its wings.

He looked down at the water slowly flowing into the sewer mouth, and listened to the sound of water dripping down, obviously such a weak sound was captured by his ears and amplified infinitely.

——He is the son of the wicked ghost of the Huo family.

——It’s hopeless, my father did such a wicked thing and killed his son, how could his son be any better?

——This kid looks fine, maybe one day he will do something like that.

——I heard that the mother-in-law of the Huo family was crazy and was found to be mentally ill.

——Look, it is said that this family has problems. You see, that kid from the Huo family is so smart, maybe one day he will go crazy and do crazy things.

——Yes, yes, I hear Huo's mother-in-law beating the child every day. She really beat the child to death. The child didn't cry and didn't say a word. On the contrary, it was the mother-in-law who cried heart-piercingly.I think that child probably has some problems, or is a little scary.

He has the most vivid experience of the four words 'people's words are terrible'. He has experienced the pain of being dragged from heaven to hell for a long time, but the most painful thing is not what others say, but the most painful thing. The closest relatives are already standing on the edge of the cliff, and even want to take him to jump down, to die the pain together.

Those people would become numb after listening to what they said for a long time. If for a moment his mother cheered up and carried him with her, he wouldn't almost give up on himself.

Despair is always because the closest relatives have given up, and it is only when you are left alone and unable to struggle.

This time Wencheng is also carrying such a thing alone.

So desperate.

When he saw him, did he seem to catch the light of hope, just like when he saw the Soul Reaper on the opposite roof back then, as if he was ignited with hope and regained his strength, biting the pain and bloody flesh and standing up again.

Mental pain and torment are no less severe than physical pain, which may be an understatement in others' mouths, but how do people who have not experienced it know what price such a self-struggle needs to pay to gain a new life.

So when he heard someone scolding Wen Cheng, he couldn't bear it, and even wanted to beat him.Because Wencheng is a new hope for him, the hope for him to find meaning in this virtual world.

Just like in the first level, Wen Cheng couldn't bear to get angry at himself when he heard someone scolding him.

They are the same, they are people who have been wounded in different worlds.

Scarred and bruised, they came together and cuddled together.

This time he will pull Wencheng out of whatever he says, and he can't be discouraged or afraid.

As long as he is here, there is nothing to be afraid of.

-

The moonlight fell coldly on the small yard, the lights in the yard were brightly lit, the well was ticking and dripping, the cicadas were clearly loud and wanton, but it didn't cover up the very subtle voices in Wen Cheng's ears.

He set up an easel in the yard, and with the company of the moonlight and the light, he looked up at the opposite house.

In the deep night, the only light in the field of vision is this blue and white house.

There is no inspiration of the human body in his mind, but he has other inspirations. Accompanied by everything today, he has an unprecedented inspiration and the urge to pick up a pen.

He thought he was going to be destroyed but he didn't expect to be ignited again.

Because he doesn't have to draw the back any more.

That face appeared.

The paintbrush splattered traces on the white canvas, and the large-scale orange-yellow was like a rainbow, the afterglow of the evening, and the color was so gentle that it was outrageous.There is a deep color transition at the edge of the afterglow, as if the night is about to fall.

Below is a large sea of ​​roses. The delicate red of the roses and the evening sun set off the colors so brightly that people feel that even if night falls, such beauty will not be covered, but it will be the last touch of light, bursting out The brightest and brightest colors.

And there is a boy in the sea of ​​flowers, holding a rose in his hand, with a bright smile, more dazzling than the glow of the orange afterglow, and more beautiful than this large area of ​​roses.

Just look at him, watch him.

Completely pull him out of the abyss.

A smile redeemed him.

"Cholol..."

After painting for a few hours, Wen Cheng looked at the boy in the painting after he stopped writing. Even the vicissitudes and decadence of his face could not hide the light in his deep eyes, which was moist.

The fingertips landed on the boy's face, rubbing lightly, as if separated by an impenetrable wall, but with an unstoppable tenderness.

"I want to see you."

Desperate to meet the boy who brought him back to life.

It was like the blood surging in his body, warm and strong, touching his soul to revive him.

The author has something to say: Good night~