After getting rich through books, I step on and renovate Luochang

When Wei Hongzhi returned home, it was already 02:30 in the morning, and he was in a strange state of being physically exhausted but mentally excited.He was about to wash and take off his clothes, and he habitually held it in his hand and shook it, but with a snap, a card fell out of his pocket.

The card that looks so familiar was the one he secretly stuffed into Cherning's pocket yesterday.

Wei Hongzhi: ……………………

For a moment, he couldn't remember when Que Ning put it in, and now the card went around and finally returned to his hand.

Really... Wei Hongzhi couldn't help but shook his head with a smile. He picked up the card and put it in the drawer of the cabinet in the entrance.

Since he doesn't want it, let's keep it for him for now.

After washing and lying on the bed, Wei Hongzhi fell asleep after a while, so when he was woken up by Shuangpi Nai the next morning, he even wanted to kill someone.

But the work still has to go on, Wei Hongzhi used some of the boss's privileges, and lay on the bed for another hour before slowly getting up. His body is young and strong, and he won't feel anything after staying up all night. He is thinking about going in the afternoon. Picking up Que Ning as a part-time job, he grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the office and put it in the car before leaving.

Que Ning had just come downstairs when Wei Hongzhi arrived, and Que Ning was still unable to accept his kindness without any psychological burden: "Actually, you don't need to see me off, and if you come here just to take the bus, it will only take ten minutes. .”

"That's so troublesome." Wei Hongzhi tilted his head and glanced at Que Ning. He seemed to be in good spirits, and he didn't know what time he slept until this morning. .”

Que Ning only said it once, but Wei Hongzhi clearly remembered the address of Shao Chenfeng's house. Cayenne stopped at the gate of the community. Que Ning thanked Wei Hongzhi and was about to get off the car, but was stopped.

"Take this." Wei Hongzhi threw the water he had prepared in advance to Que Ning, "Don't eat or drink indiscriminately in other people's homes."

This is... Que Ning was a little puzzled, but still caught it, and smiled at Wei Hongzhi: "Okay."

This time the time was not urgent, even a few minutes earlier than usual, Que Ning stood in place and watched Wei Hongzhi leave, Cayenne drove out of sight, he looked down at the mineral water bottle in his hand, and frowned.

This is already the second time Wei Hongzhi gave him the same reminder.

It is impossible for Wei Hongzhi to know his experience in Shao Chenfeng's house. This reminder is probably just a general vigilance, just like he usually told Que Yu not to eat, drink and talk to strangers outside, but it eventually aroused Que Yu's attention. Ning's wariness, he couldn't help thinking along the direction of the words: several times in a row he inevitably fell into a coma in Shao Chenfeng's house, and those few times Shao Chenfeng's request happened to be in a lying position.

Is there really something tricky?

Every time he goes there, the senior will always take out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and give him a can. He opens the can by himself. It would be inconvenient for Shao Chenfeng to add ingredients, right?

Que Ning felt that it was somewhat unlikely, but in any case, the seeds of doubt had been buried in his heart.

Taking the water given by Wei Hongzhi, Que Ning knocked on the door of Shao Chenfeng's house, and it opened after only a few knocks. The young man with an artist's melancholy temperament in his eyes smiled at him: "Today is a little earlier."

"It was brought by a friend." Que Ning changed his shoes at the door, and when Shao Chenfeng wanted to get him a drink, he turned on and held the mineral water bottle in his hand, "No senior, I brought water today."

"When you come to my house, what do you bring yourself? It's not that you don't have food and drink, and it's still so heavy." Shao Chenfeng had no choice but to give up. He closed the refrigerator door, his eyes darkened in places Que Ning couldn't see, and the corners of his lips The raised arc seemed false for a moment: Que Ning came over again and again with water and refused to drink the drink he prepared, did he find something?

"No, this was given by a friend. I'm sorry if I don't take it." Que Ning sat down on the sofa. The senior seemed to be reluctant to let him bring his own drink. Is it because of the host's hospitality, or is there really something in it? Tricky?

In any case, it was strange that he fell asleep several times in succession, and it was not a mistake to be careful.

"Your friend has good taste, you drink the water from Foss."

Que Ning really didn't pay attention to the brand of this water, but thought that the shape of the bottle was very high-end, and since Shao Chenfeng could point it out, it must not be cheap.

"Get ready, start if there is no problem, and end sooner."

"I'm ready." Que Ning stood up and found that the drawing board was leaning against the sofa. After a pause, she asked, "Are you still lying down today?"

"It's a sitting posture." Shao Chenfeng stepped forward to help Que Ning set up the posture to be drawn, "Put your arms up to support the armrests, yes, that's it, relax a little more."

He stepped back step by step, took a closer look at the farther place, and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, that's it, if you can't hold on anymore, tell me in advance, you can move a little bit."

It's not the first time to be a model. Que Ning works every day and has good physical strength. It is not too difficult to maintain the same posture for a long time.The painter sat in front of the drawing board, daubing the paint on the blank drawing paper stroke by stroke, and outlined the desired outline. For a while, the living room was so quiet that there were only the rustling sound of the brush rubbing and the breathing of the two.

A rare opportunity to relax, Que Ning was free, and couldn't help but think about what happened last night.Meng Changdong's gift, Wei Hongzhi's phone call, the disappointed eyes of the mixed-race boy when he learned that he was leaving early, the dozen or so strange faces laughing in the nightclub box, the reliable arm on the shoulder, and... The sudden kiss amidst the booing.

It's a little inappropriate to say that it was a kiss, but it happened between him and Wei Hong, but it made people feel a little different, especially when my reaction was like a piece of wood, it was a shame.

Quining attributed it to the tension in the specific environment, and the unskilledness of being a contract lover for the first time. After he gets used to it for a while, he probably won't be so embarrassing.

As the time passed, the sun outside the window gradually slanted westward, stretching the drawing board and the painter's shadow very long. In order to allow the eyes to better recognize the subtle differences in color, Shao Chenfeng likes to paint under natural light.

This afternoon, Que Ning was very awake, which made him even more suspicious. If the guess was true, what was the purpose of the senior in letting him fall asleep?

He didn't know, but vaguely felt that it was related to those paintings he had never seen before.

As a skilled painter, Shao Chenfeng's efficiency is very high, and it will be almost finished before six o'clock. The progress of making Que Ning a model is only the first step of his painting. After it is roughly determined, the subsequent details can be supplemented by himself. whole.

"Okay." He put down the brush and let the paint on the painting dry naturally. When Que Ning breathed a sigh of relief and began to slowly relax his body, he took two steps back and looked at the semi-finished product just completed.

"Do you want to come and have a look?"

Que Ning was taken aback for a moment, this was the first time Shao Chenfeng invited him to see the painting he had just finished since he became a model. In the past, after Shao Chenfeng finished painting, the drawing boards were covered with cloth.

Que Ning's eyes lit up: "Is it possible?"

"of course."

After getting permission, Quening couldn't wait to walk around to the drawing board and saw the painting completed with her model for the first time.

The boy in the painting is leaning on the European-style sofa, with one arm propped on the armrest, and his legs bent naturally. The pleats on the carved hem are as real as the real thing, with bare calves protruding from them, and the cuffs slipping down to the elbows.

He looked lazy, as if he was about to take a rest with tiredness, the soft and warm light shone on his face, there was a kind of innocence and holiness, but it seemed a little charming.The oriental face with black hair and black eyes paired with European-style Chinese clothes not only does not seem inconsistent, but has a wonderful impact.

Although it was drawn with Que Ning as the model, the boy's face was quite different from his. Under the boy's eyes, there was a pale mole of tears.

Que Ning was speechless for a while, even though he already knew Shao Chenfeng's excellent painting skills, he never expected that it would be so... touching.

"This is just a general shape, and some details need to be added later." Seeing that Que Ning did not speak, Shao Chenfeng explained in a warm voice, "It is because of this that I did not show you the previous ones. I am not used to showing unfinished works to others. .”

"It's beautiful." Que Ning looked back at him, her eyes full of surprise, "Is this still unfinished?"

"Four hours are not enough for an oil painting." Shao Chenfeng looked down at him with a gentle smile, "It usually takes a few days to complete, so I invite you to come once a week."

He even suspects that the senior's painting is tricky, it's really too dark.Que Ning couldn't help but spurn himself for the thought just now, he is a boy, and his family conditions are average, so ordinary, why can he be plotted against?

Besides, Shao Chenfeng often asks him to take back the unfinished drink. If there is really something added in it, wouldn't it be self-destructive?

"Then when your previous works are actually finished, can you let me see them?" Seeing today's work, Quening became even more curious about those previous paintings that also used him as a model. Such a beautiful painting unexpectedly It also has a lot to do with him.

"Of course, you are a model and have the right to know what I'm drawing." Shao Chenfeng put his hands on Que Ning's shoulders naturally, and got very close to him, almost close to him, as if he wanted to hold the boy in his arms In the same way, Que Ning didn't notice it.

Today's task is completed, Que Ning bid farewell to Shao Chenfeng and left his house.The moment the door closed, the gentle smile on the painter's face disappeared instantly. He stared at the door panel for a few seconds, turned back, opened the refrigerator, and threw the outermost can of Coke into the trash can.

He originally prepared this can of Coke specially for Que Ning.

Shao Chenfeng picked up the painting he just finished from the drawing board, walked into the bedroom, and opened a small locked door on the wall.

After buying this house, he specially renovated it, converted the study room into a studio, and opened a door between the bedroom and the study room. The door of the study room is always open on weekdays, but every time before Quining came over, He would lock the front door, leaving only the secret passage in the bedroom.

Shao Chenfeng pushed the door open, and the dim skylight illuminated the outline of the display in the studio. Many framed works were placed on the cabinets, hiding his appearance.

He turned on the light, and all the teenagers in those paintings were clearly reflected in his eyes.

The ones lying on the sofa, the ones sitting by the window, the ones looking into the distance, the ones embracing themselves, the ones with drooping eyes...they were all born in his pen, showing their beautiful nakedness, while he Get acquainted with what each of them looks like.

Exactly the same look as the teenager who had just left his home.

It's just that the appearance of the mole of tears on their face makes them more charming in the painting.Shao Chenfeng sat down in the center of the studio, and under the gaze of the teenagers, he put the semi-finished product in his hands on the easel, picked up the brush again, and used paint to cover the eyebrows and eyes of the characters in the painting that were different from Quining.

Until a phone call came in.

Shao Chenfeng frowned impatiently. He put down his paintbrush and looked at the mobile phone on a small table. On the caller column, the word "Wei Hong" was displayed.

"Mr. Wei." He picked up the phone with his hand still stained with paint, and his voice was gentle. He has always been good-tempered when facing the benefactor, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to buy another painting from you." Wei Hongzhi leaned back on the deck chair by the pool, looking at the sky as the night grew darker. Back hair.

"But I see that your picture album is full of landscape paintings, and the pictures of people that are as exciting as last time, are there any more?"