I am fickle

Song Zhiye brought Song Heyu back to the mansion, and Song Zhiye poked his heart.

Song Zhiye said: "You are very lonely when you think about it as a young man. You appreciate me, but you dare not say it."

Song Heyu only replied four words: "Nonsense."

"If it's not right, why don't you dare look at me?"

Song Heyu had nothing to say, and glanced at him helplessly: "What do you want?"

"My home is all over the world, and I want to find a place to stop, but I don't have any money. I think, go back with you."

Song Heyu frowned, a little displeased, Song Zhiye really saw it, patted him on the shoulder and said: "You are talented, and I am also talented, and the two talented people can only grow by learning together. Big deal, mine The painting is all yours."

At that time, Song Zhiye thought that if he did not agree, he would take out a paintbrush and paint on his face until he agreed.

Song Heyu didn't speak, but closed his eyes calmly.But soon, he regretted his decision to be in the carriage.

It was agreed to discuss painting skills, and Song Zhiye knew how to steal his wine, and when he was drunk, he would lie on the side of the pavilion or by the lake.Song Heyu couldn't help but have a headache, thinking that this is how he recruited a colleague home, this is obviously a shameless alcoholic.

In the cold spring breeze, Song Zhiye rolled into Song Heyu's study with disheveled clothes and bare feet. "Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, the fool is in front of you."

Song Heyu gave him a disgusted look, "Go away, don't get drunk in my study."

"Didn't you always want me to paint with you?"

"Drunk like this, I'm afraid you'll spit on me."

"Serve me with pen and ink." It's okay to be drunk, how can you look down on him because of this.

Song Heyu handed over the paintbrush dubiously, and looked at him mockingly, but although Song Zhiye was dizzy, he was clear-headed when he picked up the paintbrush, and he smiled and said, "What should I draw?"

"It's up to you."

"Then why not, I'll paint your heart."

"In my heart, heh..."

"It may be a flower or a piece of shit, it may be right or it may be wrong, just wait and see."

Song Heyu looked at this reddish young man with a vulgar mouth, and suddenly smiled warmly, like a spring breeze.

In the painting is a pretty butterfly fluttering beauty with red lips and white teeth. Song Heyu was stunned and couldn't help shaking Song Zhiye's hand: "How do you know how to draw?"

"I...does my painting look good? Believe it or not, my sister dressed me up on purpose when I was young." Song Zhiye laughed.

Song Heyu gave him a blank look: "Speak well."

"Help me to the cave to rest, otherwise I won't talk."

Song Heyu had no choice but to do so, Song Zhiye yawned, and said, "You can go, I'll draw it for you, and I'll say what needs to be said."

"Song Zhiye, don't overdo it."

"Hey, He Yu, don't be so fierce, okay? Let me tell the truth, this is what I drew casually."

Song Heyu turned around, stared at the picture of a beauty for a long time, and sighed repeatedly: "How could it be so, how could it be so..."

Song Zhiye said in a daze, "Heyu, close the window, I'm cold."

Hearing the sound, Song Heyu walked up to him, looked at Song Zhiye in a daze, and thought that he was talented but didn't like showing his talent, Brother Song is really an interesting character.

Brother Song is definitely not as unruly as the world sees, he must be a special character, Song Heyu suddenly looked at him differently.I don't know if it's because of the painting, or because he looks so good when he's drunk.