A good man dies because of color control

Chapter 10 Lost

During the live broadcast of the awards ceremony at the Waltz Art Festival in September, Mr. Xue Liming accepted the award for him. After receiving the award, he called him and didn't forget to scold him.

Chen Bingjue comforted the old man again with a good voice. After dinner at night, Jiang Zhili seemed to be out of spirits, so he went into the room to sleep. When it was about time, there seemed to be some movement in Jiang Zhili's room again. Chen Bingjue entered the room lightly, familiar He hugged Jiang Zhili familiarly, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

He patted Jiang Zhili's back with his hands, and he fell asleep slowly in this rhythm. The alarm clock woke him up at five o'clock. Chen Bingjue pressed the alarm clock and was about to get up, but saw Jiang Zhili in his arms. Eyes open.

Chen Bingjue was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Zhili said, "How long have you been like this?"

Chen Bingjue murmured, "Okay...it's been several months."

Jiang Zhili didn't speak any more, just got up to wash up.

Chen Bingjue didn't see Jiang Zhili all day.In the evening, Chen Bingjue entered Jiang Zhili's room again, but saw Jiang Zhili was opening his eyes under the dim lamp, not feeling sleepy.

There was no movement in Jiang Zhili's room. The reason why he still sneaked in to take a look was because he felt a sudden panic in his heart, and he desperately wanted to see Jiang Zhili settle down.

It's just that Jiang Zhili's clear eyes made him even more uneasy.

For a moment, Chen Bingjue felt that he was neither advancing nor retreating, so he stood at the head of the bed in a little embarrassment.

Jiang Zhili was lying on the bed, looking at Chen Bingjue from bottom to top. His fair skin was sunken in the light golden pillow, and he was unconsciously playing with a corner of the quilt covering his body with his left hand.

He didn't speak, Chen Bingjue felt that he couldn't stand like this, and said, "Aren't you... don't sleep?"

Jiang Zhili lazily said, "I can't sleep."

He has always looked noble and glamorous in front of Chen Bingjue, this is the first time Chen Bingjue has seen him with such a lazy look.

Well, it looks better (ω).

Chen Bingjue said, "How about I sing you a lullaby?"

Jiang Zhili gave him a strange look, "You can sing this?"

Chen Bingjue touched his nose, "When the children in the orphanage can't fall asleep, they clamor for a song, so I'll sing this to them..."

He was also worried whether Jiang Zhili would mind, but Jiang Zhili just moved to the side, motioning him to sit on the bed.

Chen Bingjue took advantage of the situation and sat down, and began to hum the tune.

His voice is not very magnetic or deep, but has a bit of youthful vigor and a bit of natural gentleness.

Jiang Zhili couldn't help leaning closer to Chen Bingjue.

Chen Bingjue was singing, and when he saw a black head rub against his thigh, he couldn't hold back and stretched out his hand, covering his eyes like he did to those children.

Jiang Zhili suddenly said, "Did you take a shower?"

Chen Bingjue almost bit his tongue, and replied, "Wash...washed..."

Jiang Zhili said, "I'm a little sleepy, but not to the point of falling asleep. You continue to sing until I fall asleep." After a pause, he moved to the other side, signaling Chen Bingjue to lie down.

Chen Bingjue held back the excitement in his heart, took off his shoes and went to bed obediently, and lay down on the bed.

Jiang Zhili leaned sideways into his arms, resting his head on his shoulders.

"just sing."

Chen Bingjue looked down, just in time to see Jiang Zhili's plump forehead, slender eyelashes, and tall nose bridge.

He moved, and his lips lightly pressed against Jiang Zhili's forehead, looking ambiguous and lingering.

Jiang Zhili quickly fell asleep.

Chen Bingjue looked at his pure and harmless sleeping face, leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly.

Jiang Zhili in his dream seemed to be disturbed, he sniffed and frowned, and buried his face in his shoulder in dissatisfaction.

Chen Bingjue couldn't help sighing that after a year, he finally felt like a boyfriend.

He couldn't help guessing Jiang Zhili's thoughts.

Are you finally moved by him?

Chen Bingjue couldn't help but giggled.

From that day on, Jiang Zhili seemed to have accepted him completely, not only sleeping together at night, but sometimes Chen Bingjue had the cheek to kiss him, and Jiang Zhili had no intention of being disgusted at all.

And Jiang Zhili also got close to him a lot, sometimes when he was lying on the sofa reading a book, Jiang Zhili would come over, lie on his lap, and brush some curve analysis charts that Chen Bingjue couldn't understand at all with a blank face.

Chen Bingjue left his student status a few months ago and officially became a working person, but his job is still to paint and sell paintings - and the step of selling paintings is thanks to Waltz's award, and his paintings are also Someone appreciates it.

And Chen Bingjue has also become obsessed with character design recently, and sent his manuscript to a well-known stand-alone game company on a whim, and the company directly invited him to draw scenes and character designs for the company's newly planned stand-alone game at a high price. .

Jiang Zhili's control over him was no longer as strict and inhumane as it was at the beginning, so he accepted the boss's invitation and sent them design drawings on a regular basis.

The usual design drawings are delivered by the bodyguards. Chen Bingjue wanted to go to the company on a whim today, so he made an appointment with the director to meet at the company at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Chen Bingjue originally wanted to take a taxi there in a low-key manner, but Jiang Zhili suddenly became irritable at noon Back home, not in a good mood, Chen Bingjue worriedly stuffed Jiang Zhili into the bed and let him have a good sleep. Naturally, he slept with him for a whole noon, and it was already [-]:[-] when Jiang Zhili regained his energy and went out again. Chen Bingjue I had no choice but to choose a black car from the garage and drive to the door of the company.

I haven't driven for a long time, and I'm a little novice. When I arrived at the company, I was still 5 minutes late.

Chen Bingjue called the director to apologize before he arrived, and when he arrived at the door of the company, the director was already waiting for him.

The director looked at the stack of manuscripts in Chen Bingjue's hand, and knew that the waiting person had arrived. He only knew that Chen Bingjue was a graduate student who had just graduated from the Kowloon Academy of Fine Arts. A small or sloppy otaku, he unexpectedly turned out to be a tall, long-legged young man with bright eyes and a warm smile.

The director welcomed the person in and chatted for a while in the office. Chen Bingjue once again rejected the director's request to stay in the company for a long-term cooperation, and politely bid farewell.

It was only four o'clock in the afternoon when Chen Bingjue left the company, and this time it was not time for dinner, Chen Bingjue also wanted to walk casually, and suddenly saw a road sign beside him, and determined where he was going to visit next.

He strolled back to the extremely familiar place in his memory.It was also an alley, but it was different from the place he rented next to the Kowloon Academy of Fine Arts. The branches and leaves of the big leafy trees are entangled with each other, almost covering the entire alley.

There are a lot of sparrows in this area. Sometimes they will stand on the tree, and sometimes they will gather together in a certain place. When people come over, they will fly up the tree again. Turning his head around, he flew down again.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, and Chen Bingjue becomes more playful, like jumping on the grid when he was a child, stepping on the place where the sun is scattered.

It's only a hundred meters ahead.It was a studio, a pavement-style building, with the door wide open, some children were holding a drawing board, and a dozen of them circled around and sketched different groups of still lifes.There is a sign on the top of the house, which is engraved in handwriting with a brush, and it says Huanyu Studio.

The children here are no longer the group he knew, but the teacher has not changed. He looked at the young man inside who knocked on the head of this child and patted the hand of another child, who was sometimes serious and sometimes smiling, and couldn't help laughing. .

He learned painting from Chen Yingyue for a period of time. At that time, he was already ten years old. Chen Yingyue's depression became more and more serious, and he could not spare any energy to take care of him. Opportunity to learn to draw.He secretly scribbled and drew on the draft paper with a pencil sharpened to the length of a knuckle.

It can be considered that Chen Bingjue was lucky. At that time, Xue Jiabao, the granddaughter of Mr. Xue Liming, graduated from high school and came to the orphanage as a volunteer. He recommended Chen Bingjue to Sun Zhiqing, the senior brother who opened his own studio, and agreed that Chen Bingjue would clean up for him, and he would teach Chen Bingjue to paint.

However, Sun Zhiqing agreed to this just to pursue Xue Jiabao. After Xue Jiabao rejected him, he immediately turned his back on him and drove Chen Bingjue out of the studio.

Chen Bingjue, who was kicked out of the studio, was wandering around in a loss, and happened to wander into Zhu Huanyu's studio. Zhu Huanyu's studio was not locked tightly like Sun Zhiqing's, and the door was always open, so Chen Bingjue secretly listened at the door. , to see how other people draw.

After coming and going, Zhu Huanyu caught him. Hearing about Chen Bingjue's life experience, this young man who also graduated from the Kowloon Academy of Fine Arts felt pity for him. Just like Sun Zhiqing promised Xue Jiabao at first, Chen Bingjue stayed to clean his studio every day. He provided paper and pens and taught Chen Bingjue how to draw.

Zhu Huanyu can be regarded as Chen Bingjue's first teacher, even when Chen Bingjue went to university, he was very close to him and often came to help him teach students.It was only later that Chen Bingjue became a graduate student and moved from the South Campus of the Kowloon Academy of Fine Arts to the North Campus. In addition, he was busy with other things after his graduate studies, so he hadn't been here for two or three years.

When he walked over, Zhu Huanyu was training a brat.

"Look at your perspective! The things in the distance are bigger than the ones nearby, it looks like the plaster has been turned over!"

The brat retorted, "Teacher, I'm an upside-down school, that's what I want!"

Zhu Huanyu was almost carried away by him angrily. Chen Bingjue heard it funny, and interjected, "Then why isn't the cube next to you drawn upside down?"

The child couldn't find a good excuse for a while, and his mouth deflated, as if he was about to cry.

Chen Bingjue was taken aback, and quickly pushed Zhu Huanyu out.

Zhu Huanyu rolled his eyes, "We haven't seen each other for so long, and once he came in, he made me cry, a student, and blocked me."

Chen Bingjue said with a smile, "It's all said to be your student, so I can handle it myself."

Zhu Huanyu asked the students to continue painting, and moved a small bench with Chen Bingjue to the flat ground outside the house.

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