I was as innocent as you

It's early summer, and the heat has been faintly suppressed by the rain, which is the right time for the temperature.

The queen likes to go on vacation in this season. She meets with three or five girlfriends, takes her parents and children, and goes to Dongji Island, a sparsely populated place. Walking in the mountains and forests, eating seafood, and taking pictures is a pleasure.However, a few days before the good days, the queen was about to go to bed one night, but received a call from her assistant, saying that the master had come to contact her, looking for some painters...

The assistant is a fan of the master, and he said excitedly: "The master said that they are going to have a concert, and they want to make a relatively new scene. After working with us last time, they felt that we could use our paintings to express it, and even paint on the spot. Whatever, body painting or something, can be discussed.”

The queen thought about the group of cartoonists under her, who pulled them to do on-site painting for the master, and there was even body painting.

The assistant was still tweeting: "I think this is a good opportunity to promote. Master and the others have so many fans, this is a great opportunity for us to become fans from God."

The queen felt that a person with personality like the master was not an easy partner to get along with, so she couldn't help pouring cold water on it: "I don't know if it's suitable or not, so don't be so rushed."

Before she finished speaking, the Queen heard the assistant on the other side take a breath, and felt that a big talk was approaching, so she quickly changed the subject: "Go and make preliminary contact first, and ask them what kind of effect they want. Find out if we can work together."

The assistant was finally happy, and said intoxicatedly: "Of course we can cooperate."

The queen gave a few more words, hung up the phone, and after thinking about it, she always felt that this was a troublesome matter. She sighed and lay down, her mind was still spinning, and suddenly remembered something.He picked up his phone again and sent a message to his assistant.

"Didn't Qu Shen paint a few paintings before? You can show it to the master first."

The assistant replied "Okay" with great energy, and finally let her go, allowing her to finish her vacation safely.The queen never expected that her little assistant with super execution ability helped the master and Qu Shen get on the line within a few days after she didn't return from vacation.

After seeing Qu Shen's paintings, the master expressed his wish to meet and chat with Qu Shen.The assistant classmate thought about it, and Qu Shen was no longer a member of his company, so he didn't report to the Queen anymore, and contacted Qu Shen directly.

In this way, Qu Shen was dragged to meet the master inexplicably.

The master's team was discussing the repertoire. When Qu Shen was brought in, a group of people were still chatting with each other.

With a backbone like the master, there will naturally be a team like the master, with strange hairstyles and clothing, and a sharp temperament.Qu Shen took a look and felt that he might not get along with this group of people.

Or the master stopped talking first, took a look at Qu Shen, and blurted out, "Can you dance?"

Qu Shen was even more puzzled and shook his head.

"He is a painter." The person next to him reminded the master.

"Oh," the master looked at Qu Shen regretfully, "this condition, how beautiful the dance is."

A group of people made room for Qu Shen to sit next to the master, and the master asked again, "Can you play musical instruments?"

Qu Shen said: "I have learned it, but I am not very good at it."

"What did you learn?"

"Guitar."

"Guitar, isn't that great? Why don't you keep learning?"

"It hurts too much." Qu Shen stretched out his finger subconsciously.

The master held up Qu Shen's hand, scraped his index finger from the palm to the fingertip, smiled, and said, "The skin is too thin."

He put down Qu Shen's hand, lit a cigarette, and looked at Qu Shen intently.

Qu Shen felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Otherwise," the master said again, "I'll take you to learn drums?"

Before Qu Shen agreed, the master began to teach in person.Qu Shen couldn't understand which part of the song he sang, but he followed what the master taught him, and he felt very good when he first started playing.The master kept looking at him with a smile on his side, and he didn't stop smoking.The master didn't say it was over, and Qu Shen didn't like to protest. He honestly followed the master to learn how to play drums all afternoon. When the master said that he would take him to dinner, he refused, saying that he had to go back to the studio to do something.

"Then I'll see you off," the master said, "just to visit your studio."

As soon as he got into the master's car, the master approached him and rubbed against him lightly.Qu Shen turned to look at him, and the master sat back again.

When he arrived at the studio, Qu Shen thought that he would naturally show the master his paintings.There are many drawing boards piled up in the studio, and there are also other people's paintings, and Qu Shen showed them to the master.

There was also a half-painted engraving on the table, and the master stopped to look at it.

"Show me the picture." The master said.

Qu Shen put on his gloves, adjusted the color and painted it a few times, and said, "That's it, you can paint it casually, do you want to try it?"

"Can I paint casually? It won't damage your painting?" the master muttered.

Qu Shen handed him a glove and said, "Smear whatever you want, no problem."

The master put on his gloves, and looked at Qu Shen lightly, until Qu Shen raised his eyes to look at him, then smiled and lowered his head, dipped his head in paint and painted on it.After a scribble, the master had a great time. Qu Shen helped him paint and repair it, took it to wash it several times, and finally painted it and dried it.The master held up the drawing board and looked at the layers and gradients on the picture with a strange expression on his face.Qu Shen said from the side: "Take it back, it can be regarded as your work."

"Not bad." The master was very complacent.

"Elementary school students can draw well even if they learn some skills," Qu Shen said, "There is nothing difficult about painting itself, the difficulty is just making people like it."

"You are already likable enough." The master said casually.

Qu Shen hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's not about me, it's about my paintings."

The master was instantly poked at the point of laughter, holding the table and laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

"What's wrong?" Qu Shen asked a little nervously.He himself didn't notice that when he was talking, he had a look of inquiry and a smile on his face.However, the master noticed that this person seemed to be sitting in a crystal glass, both hard and fragile, and when he touched the right angle, he could easily see the innocence preserved in his heart.

"You are lucky enough," said the master, "take a good look at yourself and your paintings."

He took a few steps back and looked at Qu Shen carefully, with a hint of aggression in his eyes, but more of an unobstructed appreciation.

"You look just right, everything is just right, and you still look like yourself."

He opened his arms and waved to Qu Shen.Qu Shen approached hesitantly, and he hugged his waist.

The master is worthy of being a master. Qu Shen's heart beat like a drum when he hugged him like this, his face was flat, but his ears were already blood red.The master seemed to be trying to tease him, and his voice was low and very seductive: "There will always be a lot in life, and you don't have to worry about it at all. But some things are lost and can never be returned. Don't think that persistence Don’t think that your limited talent is not worth cherishing, and don’t think that your current powerlessness is sadness. Many people will no longer have your expression and eyes when they reach your age. Many people are just like you. The obsession started, and now you have become a craftsman, and you are still the little lover of the Muse, as much as you are infatuated, she will have as much preference."

Qu Shen raised his eyes to look at the master, and saw his own appearance in his eyes, which was not clear, but it was very shocking.

"Let me see you more, the deeper the better." The master's speech speed became slower and slower, and his voice became deeper and thicker.Regardless of the physical distance or the psychological distance, the master has approached far beyond Qu Shen's safety value, but Qu Shen couldn't refuse.He looked at the master without daring to blink, his face was blushing and his heart was pounding, but he felt strangely natural and close.Although the master and him have various differences, on a very core issue, they belong to the same kind of people, as if a long-dispersed ethnic group is still stubbornly looking for a branch of the same blood.

The author has something to say:

I finally reunited with the master. Without the master, this article would be a slap in the soul~~~~