be late

Outside the window, someone's late cherry blossoms stretched out, a small cluster of flower branches, densely clustered with light pink soft petals, the sun suddenly shone, warm and quiet.

The light green clothes were hooked by her and hung aside.

Nan Xuequ curled up her fingers and curled them into her palms, the air felt a little sticky for a moment.

Shu Yubai was looking at her.

The distance between them was so close, the sun fell on the edge of the bed, and a small piece of it shone brightly, illuminating her snow-white collarbone and her unobstructed skin, which was as clear as ice.

The room was warm and hot.

The windows were closed, and there was no sound, only moist breathing.

Her body was clean and white, like the petals of a magnolia flower washed by clear water, with a cold fragrance that one could not bear to defile.

The waist is thin and thin, and on the smooth back, the slightly protruding butterfly bones make the temperament weak and thin, with a kind of cold reserve.Because the skin is too transparent, the sun shines on it, and even the veins of blood vessels can be seen.

For some reason, Shu Yubai suddenly felt that as long as he touched her at this moment, no matter what part it was, it seemed to be... thinning her.

Nan Xuesong was wearing that soft bathrobe loosely, her black hair rested on her snow-white shoulders, and she lowered her head, hooking the edge and pulling it down.In the trousers with navy blue and broken white patterns, the two long, thin, white and smooth legs were unbelievably beautiful.

Shu Yubai looked at her, his face became hot immediately

She had indeed imagined certain scenes, but seeing it with her own eyes was another matter. The impact was too great, and a burning heat rushed all the way to her cheeks.

Shu Yubai didn't even know where to look.

"Sister, do you look good?"

Nan Xueer's roots turned crimson, she lowered her eyes and asked tentatively.

Shu Yubai's eyes seemed to be scalded, and in an instant, the heat was like a spark, burning everywhere, destroying everything.

She turned her head away: "Very...beautiful."

Nan Xue could see the burning, evasive infatuation in her eyes.

She slowly reassured.

It was warm in the room, Shu Yubai took off the outer cotton clothes and hung them aside, she was wearing simple and thin clothes, a cotton T-shirt with a round neck, black trousers, black hair falling to her waist, her temperament was gentle and soft.

There was a cool touch on the side of the neck, Nan Xue's figure trembled, and she raised her eyes, Shu Yubai gently stroked her neck, very carefully, as if she was stroking a piece of precious silk, for fear of snagging the silk.

She wore a bottoming shirt, the material was thin and soft, and the white and soft grooves on her chest rose and fell with her breathing.

"elder sister."

Nan Xue looked at her, trembling a little.

Shu Yubai attached himself to her smooth waist, and kissed her with red lips, holding those two full and small lips, and kissed deeply, his movements were gentle and unrestrained.

"elder sister…"

Thin white fingers curled up on her shoulders and gently pushed her down.

"Ok?"

Shu Yubai panted lightly, her eyes were moist, she still wanted to continue.

"Do you remember that I promised you before that I will be your model, but when the painting is finished, reward me?"

"Ah."

Shu Yubai didn't quite understand why she suddenly mentioned this.

Nan Xue's eyes were moist, and the corners of her lips were slightly bent. She hooked her neck and breathed in her ear: "Reward, I've decided."

"Why don't you draw me."

Nan Xue looked into her eyes.

Shu Yubai's heart tightened in an instant, her face became hot immediately, she looked at the girl who was only wearing a half-length bathrobe, and asked, "That's it?"

"Ah."

"no…"

Shu Yubai shook her head—it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that it was too... alluring, how could she sink her heart into painting?

"You promised me."

Nan Xue hooked her neck, leaned closer, touched her cheek with the tip of her nose, put her earlobe in her lips, sucked it gently, and said softly: "After painting, put it away, when will you miss me?" Just take a look."

Shu Yu's white and white side face was already flushed, but her ears were soft, and she couldn't resist the pleading over and over again, so she agreed: "Okay... I'll go draw."

Nan Xue looked at her back and smiled slightly.

She is too much.

Shu Yubai's cheeks were warm, making such a request, this person... Wasn't he really teasing her on purpose?

There is a small soft white sofa against the wall, Nan Xue half leans on it, with a black pillow on top, and bright spots of light jumping on the wooden floor.

From the paper lampshade and rattan chair, one can see a slightly old atmosphere, but although the place is old, it is very clean. A small bottle of incense is placed on the small wooden cabinet by the bedside. The paper flowers are slightly damp, exuding a delicate fragrance with a cool tone.

Shu Yubai picked up the drawing board, paint, white porcelain dish and brush.

The wooden frame was set up, but she didn't make a draft. She held the brush in one hand and lightly applied the background color, took a look at Nanxue, and then took the liner to outline the lines.

Black hair, collarbone.

Neck, thin shoulders.

The nib of the pen was stained with paint, little by little, smudged on the paper, Nan Xue half leaned there, clean, flawless, quietly motionless.

Xiaoyang spring weather, there is very good light on the mountain, looking out of the window, the sparse branches are warmly bathed in the sun, on the wooden table by the window, there is an unfinished drawing, a kettle, and a coffee cup.

In the rain-washed mountains, the air is slightly cool and humid, and there are small birds jumping nimbly on the branches, but there is no sound through a window, as if in a lifetime.

"Is it alright?"

Nan Xue asked.

Shu Yubai painted halfway, the tip of the brush was dipped in crimson paint, and he dabbed twice on the top of the white soft brush. The brush was spread out, then retracted, and the cherry red paint was soaked in. On the drawing paper, the color was full like cherry blossoms.

For a moment, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, put down the brush, stood up, walked over, and leaned over to kiss her.

She hooked the girl's neck, and pressed her red lips to it.

A deep kiss like a prairie fire.

"Did you finish the painting?"

Nan Xue panted slightly, and asked softly in her ear.

"No."

Shu Yubai gasped and kissed her: "I can't help it."

……

"No, you didn't cut your nails."

Nan Xue pinched her wrist and gasped, "It hurts."

"sorry."

Shu Yubai let go of her instantly, and asked worriedly: "Now, is it better?"

"Better."

Shu Yubai took a look at her hands—it was indeed not cut, she forgot.

"You can use your hands."

Shu Yubai raised her soft and long hair with her little finger, said seriously, pinched her ankle again, and leaned over.

"doing what?"

Nan Xue retreated back and forth on the bed, and immediately became a little flustered, and even regretted, saying to herself, she would have restrained herself a little earlier.

"I've heard of it too... but I haven't tried it..."

Shu Yubai touched it lightly, raised his soft eyes, and his cheeks were slightly hot: "It's very wet."

Nan Xue: "..."

At that moment, there was a very strange feeling, which came without warning, and Nan Xue trembled, she was at a loss for what to do, she just wanted to run away.She curled up in an instant, quickly lifted the quilt, and covered herself tightly.

"Really not?"

Shu Yubai asked again, and said softly: "It's very comfortable, can you give it a try?"

Nan Xue shook her head, her earlobe blushed: "No. Dirty. Sister, let me do it."

Shu Yubai looked at her pleadingly, and licked his red lips: "But, I want it."

"How about next time?"

Nan Xue hooked her neck and kissed her: "Be prepared."

……

Stepping on the old wooden stairs, humming and shaking, looking down.

Downstairs is a small hall for receiving passengers. There is a curtain hanging outside, and there are several small square tables in the room. There are few guests. There is a tall foreigner holding a guitar, plucking the strings slowly, and the music is moving.

"What do you want to eat?"

The proprietress showed an amiable smile and asked them.

"Well... let me see."

Shu Yubai randomly ordered a few side dishes, shrimp in lotus leaf, carrot and corn, and stir-fried lettuce. Feeling that it was almost done, he turned to ask Nan Xue what he wanted to eat.

"A little hungry."

It was quite exhausting just now, Nan Xue's fingertips trembled from hunger, and she was weak. She looked at the menu, turned a few pages, and ordered a plate of braised pork with beans.

"That's all."

After Nan Xue finished speaking, regardless of so many people watching, she turned around and hugged Shu Yubai's waist, and buried her head on her shoulder.

"elder sister."

"Ok?"

Nan Xue looked into her eyes, and whispered in her ear: "You've seen me all, you have to be responsible to me."

Shu Yubai couldn't help laughing, and said, "Okay. Is one life enough?"

"not enough."

Nan Xue's black hair drooped on her face, her black and white eyes did not blink, and she said carefully: "It is not enough to add the next life and the next life."

"You will always be mine."

Nan Xue kissed her on the face, her eyes were clear but deep: "Forever and ever."

"Okay."

Shu Yu smiled in vain.

Whispering so softly, speaking love words in a voice that no one else can hear, has a very sweet feeling.

The boss left with the menu in his arms, not paying attention to their excessive intimacy.

They sat there, leaning against each other to rest for a while.

The dishes came out in no time.

There were light dishes on the white porcelain plate, and the store also sent a bowl of mung bean soup. The two of them ate it briefly and felt more comfortable, so they took their painting materials and went out to sketch.

There is a gurgling stream in the mountains. Behind it, there are lush trees and pavilions. There is a cold bluestone slab under the tree for people to rest their feet. The sun is dancing on the treetops all around. The state of the buds is warm and cold.

Shu Yubai set up his easel, and reworked the background of the original painting. Nan Xue sat on the side and looked at her. Shu Yubai raised his eyes and glanced at her. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration.

The size of the painting is large, the background is a blue-gray sky, the clouds are windy, quiet and far-reaching, the brushstrokes are very elegant, standing on the grass is a girl holding a basket of cherries, between the light and shadow, it seems to see the passing time, deep The gray cloud shadows are constantly changing, giving the illusion of movement.

But in this change, it seems that some things are eternal.

Time and scenery are dynamic.

But the girl holding the cherry has never changed.

It seems that she does not belong to this world, but only stops somewhere outside this time and space forever.

The painting is finally finalized.

The two went back. At this time, there were only four days left before the deadline for submission of manuscripts.

Under the lamp, Shu Yubai adjusted his painting carefully - the first two pictures were finished, only this figure remained.

Alternating day and night.

On the third day, it was finally completely finished.

When Shu Yubai showed this painting to Ying Ran, the teacher's eyes showed a rare surprise, he frowned, and looked at Shu Yubai unconsciously: "You came up with this painting yourself?"

"Ah."

Shu Yubai nodded, his nervous palms were sweating.She also hesitated, not quite sure: "I don't know if this is possible, but I just had a sudden feeling, so I followed the painting."

Ying Ran looked at the painting, but felt subtle but abundant emotions, like a torrent surging out of the painting.

What kind of emotion?

Is... overthinking?

The artist observed the model carefully, and it was easy to feel this way when he painted it. He frowned, looked at the painting, and still felt that something was wrong with his intuition.

But I can't say it's wrong.

The painting itself is quite unique and quite stunning.

Perfect.

"can."

Ying Ran said, "Let's hand it in today, it's pretty good."

The painting was spread quietly on the table.

The gray-blue sky, the clouds are constantly moving and changing, the shadows of the trees are mottled and shaking, the whole background picture is smooth and unique, and the light tone reminds people of the passing time.

There is a little sad and gloomy temperament.

But the girl and the cherries in the basket break the change of tone, like an illusion accurately captured in nothingness, and the strokes are surprisingly accurate.

作者有话要说：一更~感谢在2021-03-2623:02:30~2021-03-2716:34:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket: lightly leaning, full of branches. , 1 back; thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 back;

感谢投出地雷的小天使：余生太阳2个；P露to、叶一、只我一人、陌陌1个；感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：4716065928瓶；xyhxhst16瓶；2529170114瓶；摇曳8瓶；半城锦绣、半城荒6瓶；半汯溪月酒3瓶；小福星2瓶；自嘲、程天啸、陈老师、Wz1瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！