Correct posture of masochism [system]

A crisp voice sounded, "Ding, it's hard to say."

A vein popped out of Jiang Yu's forehead, he turned and closed the door and went downstairs.

The artist's name can always be associated with disheveled hair, slovenliness, and outlandish clothes.

And the man standing in the lobby, with his handsome and deep eyebrows restrained by the broken hair on his forehead, is not related to those cold models in the album.

Elegant, tall, forbidden.want.

Mu Chen, his wife and son all looked at Xu Yiming and said polite words, Jiang Yu walked to the side alone, alone, no one noticed his existence.

Xu Yiming glanced unintentionally, Jiang Yu moved away pretending not to see, and stared at the thread on the floor curiously, he was a completely innocent and ignorant child.

Mu Sifan dressed up carefully today, if there are multiple bows around his neck, it is a big gift bag for Xu Yiming.

The housekeeper ordered the servants to serve tea, and Mu Chen spent a lot of time on Mu Sifan, showing off his enthusiasm and talent for painting, and then pointed to Jiang Yu, "Mr. Xu, this is the eldest son, Shaoqing. .”

Jiang Yu who was sitting in the corner greeted cooperatively.

Xu Yiming held the celadon cup with clear knuckles, showing no emotion, "Mr. Mu's two young masters are both talented."

These words made Mu Chen happy, and Mu Sifan's expression froze immediately, he took him and put him with the trash opposite, humiliating and insulting.

Jiang Yu leaned his head to look at the tea leaves floating in the steaming cup, and then watched the tea leaves sinking piece by piece. He heard the conversation between Mu Chen and Xu Yiming. The topic revolved around Mu Sifan's lecture again. Look very harmonious.

Xu Yiming's output is not high, and each painting is priceless. It is unknown how much it cost Mu Chen to hire him.

Whether it is really for the son's dream, or the reputation and vanity of the outside world, no one knows.

Jiang Yu lowered the corners of his eyes, focusing on Xu Yiming all the time, he was humble and polite to everyone, but kept a distance from everyone, picky and disgusting.

Every time before drinking tea, the trimmed index finger will rub the edge of the purple sand cup twice, and after taking a sip, the cup will be placed in place without leaving it.

When speaking, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was listening carefully and thinking seriously.

Back in the room, Jiang Yu threw himself into the quilt, he rubbed his dry eyes, but he didn't find any eccentricities, but he did have a few obsessive-compulsive disorders. If this person is not crazy, then he is a fool.

Mu Sifan is in the second year of high school, and there is one month left for the final exam. He promised that it would not affect his studies, so Mu Chen went to communicate with Xu Yiming. The teaching time is [-], one hour a day, and half a day on weekends.

Xu Yiming began to appear in Mu's house.

Jiang Yujiao, who was scheduled to repeat his studies in the second half of the year, had his gauze removed from his injury, leaving a scar hidden in his hair. He looked bored and had nothing to do every day.

In fact, impetuous and anxious, the first volume has been dragged on for so long, and there is no progress at all. If this continues, when Xu Yiming leaves, he may not be able to complete the task.

Xu Yiming's teaching subject is only Mu Sifan, and it is in a room on the third floor, which is Mu Sifan's personal studio, which is a huge luxury.

This day, Jiang Yu took advantage of the butler's going out to do errands, so he went upstairs lightly and stood outside the studio. He was very interested in that quirk that 000 had been reluctant to talk about.

The door of the studio was half-closed, and there was a slightly pungent smell. Inside, there was only Mu Sifan who put a paintbrush in front of his nose like a pervert, smelling like an addict who had inhaled white powder, and there was no sign of Xu Yiming.

After discovering that Mu Sifan had taken off his trousers, he spread his legs tremblingly, and put the paintbrush behind him, moving his arms back and forth, blushing and whimpering in humiliation and comfort.

The corners of Jiang Yu's eyes twitched, and the tip of his tongue licked his lips. He didn't expect that kid to be so flirtatious.

Appreciating the suppressed and crying moans, Jiang Yu turned to the left and walked to the end of the corridor on the third floor, where Xu Yiming's personal resting room was in Mu's house.

The moment Jiang Yu smelled the faint smell of tobacco in the air, he immediately turned into the corner. Not far away, Xu Yiming turned his back to him, holding a long and thin cigarette between his slender fingers. This scene was the second time he was at home. hit.

Taking a puff every once in a while, and not immersing himself in the paralysis of nicotine, Xu Yiming has always been restrained, like a gentleman.

Xu Yiming pressed the cigarette butt that was still burning, "Come out."

No movement.

"Need my roll call?" Xu Yiming turned around, leaning his back against the wall, "Mu Shaoqing."

Jiang Yu in the corner had a distorted expression on his face. He came out with a frightened expression, "Mr. Xu, I was just passing by."

"Little friend, you are suitable to be an actor." The corners of Xu Yiming's cold lips were slightly pursed, with a hint of playfulness.

There was a stern look in Jiang Yu's eyes, and he stared at him pretending to be stupid, "Mr. Xu really knows how to joke."

After walking a few steps forward, Xu Yiming suddenly lowered his head, Jiang Yu's sight was covered by shadows, he smelled the smell of pen and ink, and there was a deep voice above his head.

"I never joke."

The corners of Xu Yiming's eyes were cold. This young man was completely different from Mu Sifan. There was no admiration in his eyes. It was just a kind of surveillance similar to a hunter's hunting. He actually had the illusion that he had become a prey.

He had checked that Mu Shaoqing dropped out of school because of fighting and skipping classes. She was not able to support the wall with mud, and had a violent and impulsive personality. She didn't even bother to have any contact with the Mu family.

It seems that he is not interested in everyone in the Mu family, but only observes him secretly. When he is discovered, he is cautious, timid and innocent.

Inexplicably, he began to pay attention to the boy's movements, and found that it was an abstract painting pressed in a picture frame, which was unpredictable but full of colorful colors.

There are many people who want to get close to him and benefit from him, fame, fortune, and various means, but they can't stand the challenge. Xu Yiming admits that he has become interested in the young man in front of him.

In the corridor, the atmosphere of silence was a bit strange.

Jiang Yu raised his head, his eyes were surprisingly sincere, "I like Mr. Xu's paintings."

"Which pair?" Xu Yiming smiled symbolically.

""Bird in a Cage", the bound world longs for light, freedom, and liberation." Jiang Yu repeated the voice of 000 in his head.

This time it was Xu Yiming's turn to be silent, surprise appeared on his plain expression, and then it became profound and unclear.

"Mu Sifan's dream is to be Mr. Xu's student, and I also have a dream." Jiang Yu raised his neck. He has researched that this arc can blur the original face, and it is easier to give people an illusion of admiration.

Xu Yiming took time to watch the stupefied look on the boy's face slowly disappear, and the corners of his slightly raised mouth grinned, replaced by a lively smile, like black paint permeated on oil painting paper, pure but evil.

"I want to be a model for Mr. Xu's works."