[Hannibal] Assimilation

Gabriel Lecter, an ordinary American 19-year-old high school student, if he insists on saying that he is different, it is that he has an angelic appearance.

Golden soft hair, white and smooth skin, sky blue pupils, especially when he smiles, even the art teacher at school praised him as a seraphim walking off the canvas of the Renaissance.

So when NeilGabriel was not at all surprised when Harmsworth approached him and asked him to be his model.

"You are the third." Gabriel said helplessly, his eyes were clear sky blue, when it looked at you with accusation, no one had the heart to force him to do what he didn't want to do.

"But... there is an art exhibition in the school, and those with excellent grades can get extra points. You know that my grades in other courses are hard to describe. If I don't catch this time, I will definitely not be able to enter London's St. Martin's College of Art next year. Please. Gabriel!" Neil was a thin boy with brown curly hair, with an ordinary appearance, and the cute freckles on his face added a little bit to him.

"I have already rejected Maureen and Jonathan. It would not be fair to them if I agree with you now, so...do you understand what I mean?" Gabriel was wearing a light blue shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, The trousers were pressed suit trousers, and the hem of the shirt was tucked into his slender waist.

Clean and tidy without a trace of dirt is his first impression, but he is carrying an ugly, old denim messenger bag in his hand, which doesn't seem to match his outfit at all.

"Ha - Jonathan, I know him, he is an evil guy, I heard that he once touched several girls who were models for him, but luckily you rejected him, Gabriel, haha." Neil waved exaggeratedly Arms, trotting behind Gabriel - Neil is only 175, while Gabriel is 188, those legs are straight and long, every step is equal to Neil's step and a half!

It was school time, and the corridors of the school were full of people. Gabriel was a little dissatisfied with Neil's volume, but he didn't say anything, just walked quickly towards the gate.

"I'm sorry Neil, you can find someone else, I'm not suitable." What's more, painting depends on the skills of the painter. When did it become a model beauty pageant?Gabriel thought this way, but he didn't say it out loud. He rarely embarrassed others when he spoke.

"Gabriel, wait!" Neil chased to the playground without giving up, and passed Gabriel with a sprint speed of [-] meters. He knew that Gabriel's car was parked in the parking lot behind the playground. Gabriel could only look at him helplessly as he blocked the driver's door.

"Hey, listen to me! I..."

"Mr. Lecter, Mr. Harmsworth, are you playing Tom and Jerry?" A harsh baritone voice sounded behind them, and Gabriel and Neil turned their heads to look at the same time.

A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and a rigid appearance was standing there. It was his math teacher Luke Morgan.

This middle-aged man in his forties had all his hair combed back, and he put at least half a bottle of mousse on it before going out.He was wearing a suit shirt and tie, but unlike Gabriel's unbranded but clearly high-end custom-made clothing, his suit was a bit cheap, and the briefcase in his hand didn't look very high-end. It smells bad of cologne.

In fact, he was not like this half a year ago. At that time, he was slovenly, wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and his beard was not as clean as he is now. He was full of stubble, and he was wearing a loose shirt T-shirt—standard American country dress.

The students have already discussed, this old virgin who has never dated must have fallen in love with a beautiful lady, that lady should be very cultivated and keen on dressing up, which makes this... The husband groomed himself like a middle school student in love, hoping to gain the favor of the other party.

"Mr. Morgan, good afternoon." Gabriel turned around and stood up straight. His tone of voice was modest and polite, and even the meanest person could not get angry with him.

"Damnit." Neil cursed softly, and then followed Gabriel and shouted, "Mr. Morgan, good afternoon."

Morgan didn't express any politeness to them, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he looked at them with displeasure, "You guys aren't going home at this hour, what are you doing standing here?"

"I'm trying to convince Gabriel to be my model for a painting, you know, the art exhibition doesn't have much time."

"Mr. Lecter agrees, then?"

"Uh...not yet, but I bet he will agree." Neil clenched his fists, and it seemed that the invitation to Gabriel to be his model was inevitable.

"Oh?" Morgan glanced at Gabriel, but he just stood quietly, neither agreeing nor refusing, with his usual gentle expression on his face, his mouth slightly upturned even if he wasn't smiling It's seductive.

A few seconds later, Morgan withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, and said coldly, "It's getting late, Mr. Lecter, remember to go home early, don't worry your father, and this noble artist, Mr. Harms."

"It's Mr. Harmsworth!" Seeing Morgan walking away, Neil pointed his middle finger at his back, angrily scolded him for being crazy, and when Neil turned around, he found that Gabriel had already sat in the car He hastened to grab his arm and pleaded, "Gabriel, you must promise me!"

"Otherwise I will rely on you, I will follow you wherever you go!"

"Neil, why do you want me to be your model? You are generous and talented. As far as I know, there are many people in the school who are willing to be your model." Knowing that the other party can really do this kind of thing when he is a rascal , Gabriel could only give up trying to pull the blocked car door.

"That can't be the same!" Neil exclaimed loudly, then he hesitated for two seconds under Gabriel's blue eyes, and finally decided to tell the truth.

He looked around to make sure there was no one before he lowered his voice and said, "I heard that your father is the judge of this art exhibition."

"Oh?" Gabriel raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help rubbing his trouser legs with his fingers on his knees.

"There are four judges in total. As the most famous psychiatrist in this city, it is normal for the school to invite Mr. Lecter. Others include the secretary of the mayor, celebrities in the art world, and the last one is our Ms. Cross. ..."

"The lady who taught art at school?"

"Well! It's that lady who praised you as a Seraphim walking out of the canvas! Look, one is your father and the other is your fanatical admirer. When the painting skills are not much different, a special Doesn't the model seem very important?"

"Ms. Cross is not my admirer. She is a generous elder. We shouldn't talk about her in this tone." Gabriel's beautiful eyebrows frowned, obviously disapproving of Neil's use of this word. on a teacher.

"Well, everything you say is right at this time." Neil shrugged, and then he looked at Gabriel with hopeful eyes, "So you agreed?"

"No, Neil, I said it was unfair." Gabriel said lightly, his lowered eyelashes showing his displeasure, "Maureen and Jonathan obviously don't know the news, right?"

"That's right, my father paid a lot of money to find out this information. My family and I really hope that I will be admitted to St. Martin's College of Art next year. Gabriel, please, this is not cheating, just some necessary small things It's just a means."

"It's really not cheating." Gabriel was unmoved, "But it's not a glorious method either."

"Well then, I'll tell Molin and Jonathan about these judges, and you agree to be my model, so it's okay for the head office!"

"Neil." Gabriel sighed.

"I won't let you do idle work. My uncle has a rare edition of Bach's old film. I remember you have been collecting it since last Christmas..."

"There are Goldberg Variations?" Gabriel's blue eyes lit up for a moment.

"Yes."

"Your uncle is willing to sell?"

"I didn't want to at first, but after I helped him sort out all his collections and found a few old films that had been lost, he agreed. You know, there are black films piled up in an entire room! I I almost thought I was going to die inside!"

Gabriel pursed his lips and smiled, and the young man who was making funny moves in front of him immediately stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

When Gabriel came home more than half an hour later than usual, Hannibal had already prepared dinner and waited for him.Gabriel went to the kitchen to wash his hands, helped Hannibal set the table, and the two sat down on the chairs.

Hannibal asked casually, "Did anything interesting happen today?"

"It's nothing." Gabriel concentrated on cutting the fresh and tender liver on the plate. The aroma of red wine is very unique, which not only covers up the fishy smell in the liver but also brings a mellow taste. It is paired with wild mushrooms, and the side dishes are cherry tomatoes and Onions, and for dessert blueberry pudding - Gabriel's favourite.

In fact, except for the source of the liver, which surprised Gabriel, all the other flavors are his favorite flavors. Hannibal is a very caring man. He can observe you quietly and grasp all your hobbies and habits. , when you notice it, you will find that there is no more comfort and heart besides his side.

Everyone who has been in contact with Hannibal for a long time will fall in love with him, without exception.

"Neil," said Gabriel, after finishing the meat dish on his plate, poking the plump tomatoes with a fork. He liked to squeeze out the tomato juice, and that color often appeared in his life, "Neil Harmsworth A classmate who studies fine arts, he wants to ask me to be his model to prepare for the school's art exhibition in a month."

"Art exhibition, oh, I know about that. Principal Cooper called me and invited me to attend as a judge." Hannibal said, he picked up the wine glass at hand, sniffed the red wine in the glass, and then took a sip , smiled and said: "It's fine if you're happy, but..."

Hannibal put down his wine glass and grabbed the back of Gabriel's head with his hand to pull him over, "You have to make sure that his paintings are not the ones I often draw for you."

The brown eyes that were close at hand looked at him indifferently, the smile in the eyes didn't reach the depth, and the cold fingers pressed on the back of the neck reminded Gabriel of some not-so-good things.

The fingers with wide palms and slender knuckles rubbed his bare/naked skin, as if savoring an exquisite work of art, or just a canvas with delicate lines, and the paint was colored on his body, Han Nibal doesn't use color often, he prefers to sketch, but occasionally he will paint for a whole day when the mood strikes.

Gabriel put away his thoughts, lowered his eyes and said, "No, father, I will always be yours."

"Hush." ​​Hannibal put his finger on Gabriel's lips, drawing his beautiful lip shape, and his deep voice was extremely sexy, "Now you should call my name."

"Hannibal."

His lips were sucked, and the fork in Gabriel's hand fell to the ground, along with the tomatoes on the fork.When Hannibal got up and pressed him into the chair, the squashed tomato made a splashing sound of juice.

"Good boy, open your mouth."

Gabriel complied, and he was used to taking orders from Hannibal, a habit that seemed to have developed since Hannibal taught him to hunt. At the age of 16, Hannibal said he was an adult, so he started taking him on weekend hunting lessons.

"Unbutton my shirt, Gabriel."

"Okay, Hannibal." The slender fingers deftly unbuttoned the shirt, revealing the man's honey-colored chest. Hannibal is a mature man, his nipples are dark brown and look like It was the chocolate beans that he often put on the pudding. Gabriel's white palm was pressed against the man's chest muscles. The muscles were very strong and elastic when pinched.

Gabriel licked the man's chest, opened his mouth and took the nipple on the left into his mouth, biting it gently with his white porcelain teeth, and teased the little thing with the bright red tip of his tongue.He knew Hannibal liked it when he did it, in a cute and mischievous way.

"Oh——" Hannibal hugged the young man's head in his arms. In order not to crush the child under him, he didn't sit completely on his lap, but leaned against the dining table behind to stabilize his body.

"Okay, boy, it's time for you to do your homework." Hannibal pushed Gabriel's head away, stood up from him, straightened his clothes, and turned back into Baltimore's most elegant Lecter Doctor, it seems that what happened just now is just the imagination of Gabriel alone.

Gabriel wrinkled his nose, showing a childish and dissatisfied expression, which provoked a sexy low smile from the man.

"Today is not the time, Gabriel, don't forget you have school tomorrow."

"Well," Gabriel shrugged, "I don't really want to anyway, do I, Father."

Hannibal stroked his golden hair, with a helpless and doting smile on his face, "Yes, my angel."