Correct posture of masochism [system]

Jiang Yu also went to the next year's art exhibition. All the people who came to participate were celebrities and wealthy businessmen, and some top students from famous schools came to study with their professors. There seemed to be a sense of fame and wealth in the air.

The exhibition hall is very large, with picture frames hanging on the walls. Xu Yiming uses his perspective to show different worlds. It doesn’t matter how many people who come here can understand, they are for Xu Yiming three words come.

To put it bluntly, even if it is a piece of feces painted and signed by Xu Yiming, it can still be praised. This is the reality.

Among the dozens of paintings, there is a painting called "Youth in the Rye Field", which is completely different from Xu Yiming's previous dark painting style, with a large area of ​​warm tones, warmth, and sunshine.

Many people stared at the painting in amazement, not understanding why this leading figure in the painting world had changed so much.

Jiang Yu in the crowd was wearing a peaked cap with the brim pressed down very low, leaving only a vague outline. He listened to the discussions in his ear, half-closed his eyes, glanced at the painting, and then looked for the man who was talking with others. Not to mention self-sufficient demeanor, but also dazzling.

When the weather picked up, Jiang Yu left the bookstore and became Xu Yiming's exclusive model. Only then did he realize that being a model was tiring, and he had to maintain a single pose for hours.

Later, every time Xu Yi famously painted him, he would propose to lie down, so that there were many teenagers lying in various postures in the studio, comfortable, evil, and lazy.

And those picture frames covered by black cloth hide a world that can lead people to sin, and all of those pictures are teenagers posing different obscenities.swindle.Looking at the painter from a perplexing angle, with a pair of wild black eyes, there is probably only one person in the world who can appreciate and collect.

Jiang Yu thought that a mission would not exceed one year at most, but five years passed like this.

Five years is really too long for his previous life where he raced against time and desperately wanted to make money. Jiang Yu has already experienced being brought back to his hometown by Xu Yiming. The desolate and empty house was taken out by him to meet his colleagues in the circle, and he also became the opponent. only love.

They get along day and night, almost inseparable, no matter emotionally or physically, there is no chance of betrayal.

So, it seems that love is so deep, what part is missing in terms of trust?

Mu Sifan got married and started a business, and took over the Mu family's property from Mu Chen, but rumors continued that the young lovers he raised outside were enough to line up several rows. Some reporters interviewed popular stars, jokingly saying that he looks like a certain artist. Kind of like it.

After watching the interview, Jiang Yu turned away from the man beside him, and leaned closer to smell the familiar fragrance of pen and ink.

"Mu Sifan is quite attached to you. Those little lovers' noses, eyes and mouths are taken apart and pieced together to become the second you."

"Back when he was kneeling on the ground, begging me with his pants off and his butt pouted, he was a bit tempting." Xu Yiming flipped through the newspaper, his face expressionless, "but that kid is too purposeful."

Stronger than me?Jiang Yu pretended to be indifferent and touched his face, "Do I look better than him?"

"It's far away." Xu Yi didn't raise his name.

The corner of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched, and he said with a cold smile, "Then you should go to the hospital to have your eyes checked."

"No need to go." Xu Yiming threw the newspaper away, hooked his chin and kissed him softly, "It's late."

Jiang Yu planted a garden of rose seedlings on Xu Yiming's 35th birthday. He never let romance become cheap and mastered the so-called moderation.

Hearing him talk about how to fertilize and what details should be paid attention to, Xu Yiming didn't like his tone, as if he was explaining the funeral, so he half-joked, "It's as if you will be gone by then."

"It's hard to say." Jiang Yu was also joking.

Xu Yi tilted the paintbrush in his hand, and a delicate red rose in the canvas was ruined just like that.

He frowned and looked at the man who had transformed from a young boy into a handsome young man. The arrogance and wisdom between the eyebrows and eyes were more obvious. Being stared at by those eyes, there would be an irresistible attraction. Every time he went out, there would be There are a lot of gazes from both the opposite sex and the same sex.

He is always afraid that this person does not belong to him, so he selfishly uses various reasons to keep the other person out of his sight. Several times he has the idea of ​​​​locking the other person at home, and even secretly built a pair of handcuffs and iron cages.

Xu Yiming got up and carried Jiang Yu to the dining table, pulling his clothes almost rudely. Jiang Yu was hurt by him, so he stopped him with a cold face, "What are you doing?"

"Damn it. You." Xu Yiming's voice was hoarse, and he pulled off his pants as he spoke.

No run.Slip, Jiang Yu smelled the smell of blood, he kicked Xu Yiming several times in pain, he didn't vent his anger, he simply picked up the fruit plate on the table and threw it at him, Xu Yiming dodged it very skillfully, hugged Jiang even tighter, A bruise appeared on Yu's waist.

There were not many times when Xu Yiming couldn't control his madness, and every time he would hurt Jiang Yu all over his body, and he himself was even more miserable, being caught, bitten and kicked.

The two quarreled fiercely, and Jiang Yu would throw out the bottles and bags of milk powder at home, and Xu Yiming, who felt uncomfortable if he didn't lick the milk powder for a day, was also thrown out by him.

But no matter what happens, life moves on.

"Ding, congratulations to Mr. Jiang for completing the main task of Juan [-], you will have the last two days to stay in this world."

On a very ordinary morning, when he heard the long-awaited voice, Jiang Yu's brain paused for a moment, he turned his head, Xu Yiming was sleeping on his shoulder, breathing on his neck.

The thin sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows came in, and the two people on the big bed hugged each other in an intimate posture, but one was looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, and the other was sleeping comfortably.

"Xu Yiming." Pinching his nose, Jiang Yu woke him up, "If you had two days left in your life, what would you do?"

"Have sex with you to your heart's content." The man's voice was full of sleepiness.

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, satisfying Xu Yiming.

Two days later, Jiang Yu was in Xu Yiming's arms when he left. They had just ended a conquest not long ago, and they were somewhat expected to be reluctant.

"I'm leaving." Jiang Yu patted the man's cheek, smiled indifferently, "Xu Yiming, take care of yourself." The smile on his lips subsided a little bit, he lowered his head and kissed the still sleeping man's lips , "Baby, goodbye."

Jiang Yu sat on the rocking chair he and Xu Yiming bought together, lit a cigarette and took a puff, there might be sadness and pain in his lazily squinted eyes, maybe nothing was left behind.

The sky outside the window was slowly darkening, and the whole world was disappearing. Jiang Yu turned his head, probably wanting to take a last look at the man on the bed, but his eyes had lost focus and were blurred.

He moved his lips in disappointment, and slowly closed his eyes.

A wind blew in through the half-closed window, the young man had stopped breathing, the smoke between his fingers was still burning, and the rocking chair swayed.