I ate soft rice in those years

The gallery is not far from the hotel, and many people come here,

Among them, I saw many Chinese faces.

Chu Wenlin pushed Zhuang Zongyuan away from the crowd and walked to a quiet place.

"Chu Wenlin?" A voice sounded from behind, with some tentativeness.

Chu Wenlin turned around and saw a fat woman with a pair of glasses and a kind expression on her face.

When he saw Chu Wenlin's face, the woman showed some joy, "It's really you."

"Teacher Fang?" Chu Wenlin remembered that he was a teacher in college. At that time, because he had to pay compensation to the studio that signed the contract, he asked this teacher to help him sell paintings.

"Long time no see." Teacher Fang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "How is your body now, is the disease still attacking?"

Back then when Chu Wenlin had an asthma attack, it was this teacher who introduced him to go abroad for recuperation and treatment before returning home.

"Who is this?" Teacher Fang looked at Zhuang Zongyuan and asked politely.

Chu Wenlin thought for a while, and originally wanted to say it was the boss, but Zhuang Zongyuan looked over with a smile and made him immediately swallow the sentence that he was on a business trip with the boss, "It's my uncle."

"Oh, good to meet you." Teacher Fang nodded to him, and said with a smile: "But I haven't heard Lin mention that he has such a young uncle before."

Chu Wenlin blurted it out with a few words, and this Teacher Fang seemed to think of something suddenly, "It's a coincidence that I can meet you here. Look at those paintings." She pointed to some oil paintings in the corner, Chu Wenlin looked over, and one of the paintings showed the back of a woman. The colors were very clever, and the picture looked peaceful and peaceful.

Seeing his plain face, Teacher Fang snorted, "Did you forget? These are the ones you asked me to sell."

Only then did Chu Wenlin realize that the name of the author next to him was in English.

But in fact, it can't be regarded as his own painting. It can only be said that this identity painted it before the story started, so he can't remember clearly, "Is that so?"

"That's right, the picture is still your girlfriend, have you forgotten that?" Teacher Fang joked with a smile.

Chu Wenlin suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and he didn't know why.

Perhaps one of the people present knew that this girlfriend had cuckolded him.

Zhuang Zongyuan glanced at him, then looked at the back of Zhuang Wen.

The back view of the girl on the screen is delicate, clean and beautiful. It can be seen that the author puts great effort into it. The two pictures next to it do not have the back view in the middle, which looks comfortable.

At this moment, there seemed to be a fire in his heart, scorching hot, and the painting became extremely dazzling.

Chu Wenlin was talking to Teacher Fang, but he didn't notice that his eyes had become dark.

Someone on the other side called Teacher Fang, so she could only bid farewell to Chu Wenlin first, "Let's get together when we have time."

After Teacher Fang left, Chu Wenlin was inexplicably relieved. She always felt that if she continued to stay, she would tell more about the idiots that this cannon fodder did for Zhuang Wen back then.

He stepped forward and said to Zhuang Zongyuan, "Let's go."

Zhuang Zongyuan didn't speak, but took a deep look at him, slightly raised his hand and called the people from the gallery to buy those paintings.

When Chu Wenlin saw the price above, he opened his mouth.

When the painting was sold back then, the price was only one-tenth of what it is now.

Capitalists are really good at making money!

Zhuang Zongyuan looked at him with his chin propped up as if he had read through his mind, "Want?"

Chu Wenlin thought for a while, then nodded.

Although he is not short of money, he still wants it.

Seeing his expression, Zhuang Zongyuan lowered his head and smiled slowly.

Then he slowly raised his eyes and said, "Then uncle will ask you to draw a picture for me, and I will give you double the amount of these pictures."

Chu Wenlin was stunned for a moment, this body does have this skill, and he was still a leader in the academy back then. Everyone thought that this person would go a long way on this road, but he himself had never painted.

But, when I think of the double price of all the paintings...

Chu Wenlin nodded immediately, "Okay."

On the way back, Chu Wenlin bought a bunch of paint brushes, which Zhuang Zongyuan paid for.

Back at the hotel, it was already dusk, and the curtains on the balcony were blown by the wind, revealing the gorgeous sunset outside.

Zhuang Zongyuan turned around, "It's right here."

Chu Wenlin sat on a small bench and adjusted the paint, while Zhuang Zongyuan sat opposite and looked at him.

He did not use a very regular painting method, but directly painted on the canvas.

The sunset was beautiful, and the orange light fell on the shoulders of the two of them at the same time from the outside, making them look extremely warm.

While Chu Wenlin was observing Zhuang Zongyuan, Zhuang Zongyuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was also looking at him.

It was a somewhat explicit but ambiguous look, from Chu Wenlin's eyes to lips, to collarbone, and then to fingers, slowly and lingeringly eating away at his entire body.

Under such gazes, Chu Wenlin rolled his Adam's apple, and could only squeeze the pen tightly to calm down and draw another stroke.

Zhuang Zongyuan's shoulders are very broad, and he has a very strong body. Even if you look at him from such a close distance, you can't see a little bit of sickness in him. On the contrary, because of his deep eyes, he ignores everything, even his own movements.

Chu Wenlin lowered his eyes, and continued to draw based on the picture that remained in his mind.

Zhuang Zongyuan glanced at his drooping eyelashes, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Why don't you look at me?"

Silently processing the details, Chu Wenlin still didn't raise his eyes, "It's okay, I can remember."

Zhuang Zongyuan's smile deepened, "Is that so?"

Only then did Chu Wenlin realize that what he said was somewhat ambiguous, "I didn't mean that."

"What do you mean by that?" Zhuang Zongyuan pressed on with a smile, making Chu Wenlin's hairs stand on end, "It's nothing."

"Don't you like to look at Uncle?" Zhuang Zongyuan suddenly stood up with his cane, and walked towards Chu Wenlin. The stick hit the wooden floor, making a dull impact sound.

He sat down in front of Chu Wenlin, leaned forward, and touched Chu Wen's knee with his knee, "You looked at me very carefully just now."

The distance between the two was too close, Chu Wenlin couldn't help but took a step back, knocked over the paint next to him, and spilled it all over the floor, "...I'm painting."

Zhuang Zongyuan squinted at the painting on the side. The light and shadow, the posture and demeanor looked better than that of the back. He smiled with satisfaction and looked at Chu Wenlin.

But Chu Wenlin turned his face away, as if he had vaguely noticed something.

After giving the painting to Zhuang Zongyuan, Chu Wenlin went back to his room and began to avoid contact with him intentionally or unintentionally.

But because the bathroom here does not have a special non-slip floor, Chu Wenlin has to take care of Zhuang Zongyuan.

The mist rising from the hot water blurred his vision, and Zhuang Zongyuan's skin was extremely moist from the mist.

"I'm going out first, come back later."

Because of the large amount of water vapor, and also because of Zhuang Zongyuan's eyes, Chu Wenlin felt that it was not appropriate to stay any longer, so he stood up.

Zhuang Zongyuan raised his arm, grabbed his wrist, looked straight at him, and asked, "Why do you want to hide?"

Chu Wenlin didn't speak.

Zhuang Zongyuan stood up and slowly approached him. Chu Wenlin wanted to retreat, but he was held tightly by him. The huge strength contained in that hand prevented him from moving.

"Come on, tell me, what are you afraid of?" Zhuang Zongyuan smiled and asked him knowingly.

"I'm not afraid." Chu Wenlin said, but coughed because of the humid and hot environment.

"Really? Then why are your eyelashes trembling." Zhuang Zongyuan let go of his hand, stroked his back and moved closer. In the haze, the other hand touched Chu Wenlin's side face, and his voice Husky with temptation, "Don't be afraid."

He stroked his ring finger towards his chin, raised Chu Wenlin's head, squinted his eyes and repeated, "Don't be afraid."

The distance was getting closer and closer, and the breathing became more and more rapid. Just when the two lips were about to touch, Chu Wenlin gritted his teeth and stepped back, "I'll go first."

But before he stood up, Zhuang Zongyuan's strong arm pulled him back again.

Water splashed out immediately, hitting Chu Wenlin all over, and his clothes stuck to his body half wet.

The two looked at each other in silence, both suppressed their breathing, the atmosphere became a little delicate, Chu Wenlin turned his head, and some drops of water fell on his hair.

He already knew it, Zhuang Zongyuan knew it in his heart, and he was not in a hurry.

Zhuang Zongyuan could not force Chu Wenlin for the time being, but he couldn't let Chu Wenlin escape.

The water in the bathtub was a bit cold, he held Chu Wenlin's slender white hand, inserted his fingers between his fingers, and said softly, "Stay with uncle tonight."

Chu Wenlin was about to shake his head and refuse reflexively. Zhuang Zongyuan raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, and gently squeezed his fingers with his lowered eyes. "You are my personal assistant. I want you to take care of me now." His movements Stopped, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Or have you forgotten our agreement?"

Chu Wenlin moved his Adam's apple, but did not withdraw his hand.Then what else could he do, he could only agree.

Zhuang Zongyuan raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, "Good boy."

There was no water vapor in the bathroom, and water drops slowly fell from the wall, hitting the ground coldly. Zhuang Zongyuan put his arms around Chu Wenlin's neck, and asked him to take him out of the bathroom.

After drying his body with a towel, Zhuang Zongyuan turned off the light, pulled Chu Wenlin down on the pillow, stretched out his hand to wrap his body around him, and patted his back lightly, with a deep and magnetic voice, "Sleep Bar."

But how could Chu Wenlin sleep, he was trapped under Zhuang Zongyuan's breath all night, with his eyes open until dawn.

The author has something to say: don’t get me wrong, this “companion” is very simple

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 3 from Lin Dawei; 1 from the blacksmith team;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：冰糖雪梨10瓶；半溪5瓶；浪漫逃生通道3瓶；AGAIN2020、大虞2瓶；离经素手、打铁小分队1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!