Eros kisses Psyche

Xu Budie stood at the door of the gallery.After such a long time, he thought that he had already walked out, and he could forget about what happened here for a long time, waiting for those wounds to heal slowly.

But now, when he came here, he suddenly found that he was not as scared as he imagined. There was a kind of anger that replaced the fear, supporting his body to stand upright.Especially in the desolate building with half-lit lights on, the old man hunched on the chair seemed to suddenly shrink a circle, and the other person, who was his student and his accomplice, also seemed buoyant at this time Restless, anxiously turning back and forth.Xu Budie had looked at the works of art piled up in the room one by one, but now he saw the statue made by Cheng Zhu without any extra colors, and he realized that the room was full of art works. The color that floats on the surface, like the sheen of oil on a layer of stagnant water, is disgusting.

Am I actually afraid of such a person?

"Wait a minute." He interrupted Qin Hong aloud, seeing the man turn his head in astonishment, his eyes seemed to be full of astonishment, even mixed with a little confusion and guilty conscience.After all, the Xu Budie in Qin Hong's impression was either naked and weak, or lowered his head tremblingly. Even if Cheng Zhu punched him that time, he only dared to stop Cheng Zhu in the middle, but did not dare He turned his face to Qin Hong's side.

He didn't even dare to ask for the bags and mobile phones he had left behind... He didn't want the rest of the money. The guy who just ran away like this was considered timid, not fussy and peaceful among the flesh and blood that Qin Hong had handled. It's divided.

But the strange thing is that this person seems to look a little different today. When he stopped trembling and stood upright in the shadow again, Qin Hong felt for the first time: Is this kid so tall?The completely at a loss and trembling youthful young man disappeared, as if he had grown up overnight, with a tall and straight figure and a cold expression, as if a straight and tough bamboo pole had been pulled out of a bamboo shoot after the spring rain had ripened it.

What is he here for?What do you still want to do now?

Thinking of this, Qin Hong cleared his throat on purpose, sneered, and greeted him: "What's the matter?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Gan." Xu Budie walked around Qin Hong without even looking at him, and walked towards Gan and Yu.

"Hello!" Qin Hong tried to stop him, "Who allowed you to come in? We are going to close the door, what's the matter, let's talk about it later in the year."

"I'm here to get back the bag and mobile phone I left here, please return them to me." He ignored Qin Hong and said directly to Gan and Yu.Gan and Yu were still dozing off before, but now they woke up suddenly and looked over in a daze.

Qin Hong grabbed his shoulders, pulled a little harder, and pulled half of his coat off. "I didn't allow you to come in. If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police."

Xu Bu turned around and suddenly smiled: "Yes, then call the police quickly. I never had the courage to make that phone call, and that's why I ended up like this." He simply took a step closer, looked at Qin Hong and subconsciously clenched his hands. phone, "Call? Why, don't you dare?"

Qin Hong was forced by him to take a step back, and his heart was filled with inexplicable anger—Cheng Zhu is nothing, what are you? Come to collect debts from me in a strict manner, and show off in front of me?He blurted out: "Who are you relying on?! Didn't you learn enough from the last lesson? Or did you not get enough money?"

"I'm just here to get back my bag and my phone. Can I get it back? After all, there's my ID card, a contract, and an application for suspension of school that I crumpled up."

Only then did Gan and Yu raise their heads, seeming to see this person in confusion.He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Budie's arm, like a dying man grabbing the last straw, bursting out with great strength.

"Let me see...Come here, let me see!" He put his arms around Xu Budie's arms, and there seemed to be some kind of strange light in his eyes, following the texture of the arms, along the openings of the shirt and sweater Touch up.

Xu Budie felt a strong retching, and almost reflexively wanted to throw him away, but he gritted his teeth and held back.The man who was beginning to age seemed to have turned into a vine, a poisonous snake, crawling up his arm stickily and greedily. "It's like this... so..." Those hands were trembling even more than him, they touched his face, the fingertips were cold, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Xu Budie wanted to hide subconsciously, but reason told him that he couldn't escape this time.He opened his eyes and stared at those cloudy eyes, only then did he notice the slight difference: this time it was not lust, but some kind of strong jealousy; The previous erotic touch was different, like touching a work of art that you couldn't ask for.

Xu Budie suddenly understood: he was stunned.He regarded me as a statue made by Cheng Zhu.

Qin Hong didn't understand, he just felt ashamed and couldn't help calling: "Teacher!"

Gan and Yu suddenly let go of their hands, took a few steps back, tapped their fingers suddenly, as if remembering something, strode towards their studio, picked up a pair, threw it on the ground, and threw the I also lifted it off, and rummaged through those paintings for a long time, making the whole room a mess, as if the colors in the water were muddied, turning them into a cloud of turbid black.Then he rushed back again, clutching his arms with a pair of trembling hands, with a begging look on his face: "Let me draw again...! Just one more time! I promise, there is nothing else, just drawing!" He Immediately afterwards, he seemed to think of something, and turned to Qin Hong angrily: "Go! Return the things to others!"

Qin Hong's face turned red and he looked unreasonable, but he still walked quickly into the small office inside, picked up his bag and mobile phone, and a stack of money, rushed out and threw it at Xu Budie: "Take your things If you know what you want, get out!" The money was scattered as soon as it was handed out, and it fell down one after another.

Xu Budie was not in a hurry, he moved a chair and sat down, pressed it on the banknotes scattered on the floor, a little funny: "Don't you want to draw?" He took off his coat and stepped on the seat of the chair At the same time, he unbuttoned a button of the neckline, "Okay, do you want to take it off?"

Gan Heyu didn't answer him, his eyes were straightened, and he picked up the brush tremblingly.

Qin Hong felt that he had been greatly insulted. He felt that this process was extremely strange, as if he was the only person present who was a normal person.All the relationships are in chaos: the teacher is not like a teacher, the victim is not like a victim, and he clearly has the initiative and planned a beautiful battle, but it seems to have become an air, and no one cares about his threat.Just like before... It was the same before... Obviously he did a good job, but no matter who it is, the teacher, the leader, or the media, the audience, they all pay more attention to another person, focus their attention on others, and always ignore His achievement!

Gan Heyu's hands and feet were trembling. He drew a few strokes, then tore off the drawing paper abruptly, and started again; he drew a few more times, and then stopped irritably.Gradually, there were more and more balls of paper on the ground, crumpled and mixed with money.The painter hugged his head in pain.Not right...not right, not right...the feeling under the brush is not right, the depth of the line is not right, the color is not light or dark, the penholder is not soft or hard.Everything is playing against the strong desire to create.But Qin Hong knew that he had lost his ability to write a long time ago. He has been ghostwriting for so many years. How many years has it been since he created a complete work?At this time, I suddenly want to write by myself, what is it if I don't ask for humiliation?

Qin Hong grabbed Gan and Yu's paintbrush, thinking that he must stop this overwhelmed old man from making self-humiliating actions, and maintain the last trace of their precarious decency. "There's no need to draw! Teacher, there is no need to compare with Cheng Zhu, I have already arranged it - it is impossible for him to publish this work!"

Unexpectedly, Gan and Yu, who had always maintained their demeanor, suddenly stared at him and cursed: "Is that a question of whether to post or not? Why don't you draw? Why can't you draw? It's because you don't understand this truth that you can't draw." You can only lose to others for the rest of your life!"

"I didn't fucking lose to others!" Qin Hong couldn't bear it anymore, and roared back the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time, "What right do you have to say about me? I did all your dirty work! Your paintings are also I’m ghostwriting them all! Aren’t they equally praised and touring?”

"Don't you think that the various compliments and treatment you received are all your own abilities?! Why do you think I am at this age, and I have to put on an old face to compete with younger generations for titles and titles? Quota!?...Yes, maybe I can’t draw anymore, I’m old! Come on, I’ll give it to you, just sit here and finish this painting!!”

Qin Hong's face turned pale, his veins bulged, and he kicked the easel to the ground suddenly: "Who the hell wants to continue playing such vicious games with you? You use the name of painting every time to engage in those Can’t you see that there are so few people and things? Without me, you can’t even rape a person who has no resistance!!”

The easel fell down, and the paint tray was overturned on the old man, and his expensive clothes immediately turned into a mess of colors.And the penwashing water on the ground was splashed on the paper, and the black sewage along the lines that were painted with a few strokes, smeared on the white fiber veins little by little.

Xu Budie still sat motionless on the chair, watching the master-student battle with great interest, as if enjoying a clumsy drama.It turns out that there are such teachers and such students.No one understands anyone, no one looks down on anyone, but they want to use each other, so they have been working together for many years.

Compared with them, I really seemed to be compensated by God after being too unlucky. They gave me such a good teacher and such a good lover all at once.

He stood up slowly, looking around at the paintings that were lying askew around him. "So... I'm not the first person to be molested by you under the pretext of being a model, right? There are so many paintings here, and the people in them... just like me before, they are all your 'trophies' ?”

"It's none of my business! Talk like you didn't take the money!" Qin Hong said sharply, but his voice sounded extremely guilty, "I'm going to pull the gate and lock the door."

Xu Budie fumbled in his pocket and took out a recording pen.

"Now, can you please withdraw the complaint against Cheng Zhu?"