Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

We ate breakfast upstairs. Mu Junchen made shredded radish pancakes, dried bean curd with chicken sauce, fried rice with corn and ham in the small kitchen on the roof. Two servings were brought downstairs, and the remaining two servings were for us.

I put breakfast on his desk in a bowl and plate, and sat waiting for him to come.

After a while, there were footsteps outside, and it was his.

I got up and went to open the bedroom door. Mu Junchen slammed in. The tonnage was not of the same order. I almost hit the ground. Fortunately, he moved quickly and grabbed my waist.

"You, why do you still open the door to pick me up? I'll go downstairs."

Mu Junchen helped me stand up, and pulled my wrinkled coat.

"I don't know." I scratched my head.

Mu Junchen couldn't help laughing, rubbed his fingers against my face, stared at me for two seconds, then hugged me and bowed his head to kiss me.

I stood still until he finished kissing and went to have breakfast.

Almost everything he made was to my liking. I ate a radish pancake in small bites.

"It's become quieter." Mu Junchen propped his face on the table with one hand, picked up a shredded radish cake and stuffed it in with one bite, smirking.

I looked at the shredded radish cake I bitten, with a small semicircular notch on it, as if bitten by a cat.

Yeah, why do I eat like this, I really look like a girl.

I stuffed the shredded radish pancake into my mouth, making a crackling sound.

Mu Junchen smiled until his eyes were bent, and rubbed my head: "Next time I will make the radish shredded cakes smaller, and I will let you take one bite at a time."

Me: "This big one... I'll take a bite too..."

Mu Junchen used chopsticks to cut all the shredded radish cakes on the plate into two pieces.

"I want to feed you." Mu Junchen said suddenly after I finished eating the shredded radish cake in my mouth.

I froze for a moment, saw his hopeful eyes, and then put down my chopsticks.

Mu Junchen enthusiastically spooned a small spoonful of fried rice and fed it over, a few mouthfuls of fried rice, a mouthful of soup, and half a piece of cake. When I was full, I was not allowed to move. I wipe my mouth.

After tossing me, he ate by himself, quickly finished the rest of the food as rudely as a pig, then wiped his mouth casually with the back of his hand, and cleaned up the dishes to wash.

I:"……"

"Let me wash the dishes, Mu Junchen." I followed behind him.

Mu Junchen said in a good mood: "No."

"You cook and I wash the dishes, I can't do nothing, can I?"

Mu Junchen stood in front of the pool, his tall body blocked the pool to death, I couldn't even squeeze in, washing a bowl showed the posture of one man guarding the gate and ten thousand men not opening.

"You have something to do later." Mu Junchen said to me with a shy expression while washing the dishes, "I want to draw a picture for you. Would you like to be a model for me?"

When I was modeling for someone for the first time, I was a little nervous.

Mu Junchen took off my slippers, held my shoulders and pushed me down on the sofa, then moved my hands around and changed several positions, and finally let me choose a comfortable one.

After squeezing the paint, he took a few long paintbrushes and sat behind the easel, looking at me while moving the brushes on the palette.

Although he is always glib and indecisive at ordinary times, he is really serious when he is serious, especially like a serious person, so serious that I dare not talk to him, lying on the sofa as quiet as a chicken.

Originally, I thought being a model was easy, but after maintaining a pose for a long time, it became very difficult. My neck was sore and my legs were numb. I really wanted to twist my neck and stretch my legs.

"Tired?" Mu Junchen stuck out his head from behind the easel and asked me.

"Well, my legs are numb."

"I'm tired too. I've been drawing for almost an hour. Let's take a rest." Mu Junchen took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"I can move? Will it not affect your painting?"

Mu Junchen's cell phone was facing me, as if he had taken a photo. "Delete it after drawing, and use it to restore the pose later." Mu Junchen explained.

"You, do you want to come and take a look?" Mu Junchen looked embarrassed.

I walked over and looked at the painting. The sofa was only half painted in the painting, and the floor-to-ceiling windows and the roof as the background were only a faint layer of color. Only the boy on the sofa was relatively clear, but only the hair was clear, and the facial features were also very blurred. The eyes are not the eyes and the mouth is not the mouth. It feels like a blurred photo, and it looks like a pile of ketchup and salad dressing mixed with soy sauce to form a ball.

Looking forward to seeing myself in the painting: "..."

Is this a very special style?I recall art knowledge from history books, Romanticism?Impressionism?Abstraction?

I really want to say something, but I am afraid that I will appear ignorant if I make a mistake.

Mu Junchen glanced at me: "It's just a frame. I'm not good at oil painting. I'm afraid I'll make you ugly, so I draw very slowly."

That's right, I nodded.

Mu Junchen stood up, shook his arms, hugged me from behind and looked at the painting with me, his chin rested on the top of my head, and said solemnly: "This painting deserves a name."

Me: "Do you want me to pick it up?"

Mu Junchen: "No, I will pick it up myself."

Well, I was being sentimental. I thought he wanted me to name this painting. Mu Junchen is really weak, and he doesn’t know how to be romantic at all. If I painted a painting for my girlfriend, I would definitely not like him...

"Clothes, clothes, the, six, children..."

While talking, Mu Junchen took a pen and wrote each word in the lower right corner of the painting.

I:"……"

I vaguely remember what he told me about the clothed Maja yesterday.

"Try to draw a nude one later..." Mu Junchen said.

Me: "You need to recite the core values ​​of socialism, I think."

"What's wrong with me? How can you be prejudiced against art? This is very bad. Goya was a great painter in the Napoleon era. His paintings are of great artistic value. What's wrong with me imitating him? My specialty It's fine arts, and you'll be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts later, this is study." Mu Junchen said seriously.

Well, as long as it involves studying, I have nothing to say. Maybe painting is like this. In their eyes, models are the same whether they wear clothes or not. I don’t understand.

"Then I misunderstood you, I was wrong." I said.

Mu Junchen laughed softly, put his arms around me and continued: "Besides, the nude Maha is much higher than the clothed Maha. After all, the clothed Maha was completed when Goya was in a hurry. Yes, so..."

He pulled the collar of my coat with his fingers: "Why don't we draw the naked Liu'er today..."

Studying is very important, but I will not take off my clothes for Mu Junchen's study.

I got out of his arms and ran away!

Pushing open the floor-to-ceiling glass door and running up to the rooftop, Mu Junchen chased after him, and we circled around the flower bed.

"You can't hide." Mu Junchen kept his eyes on my movements, and adjusted his direction according to my movements at any time, like an eagle hunting for food.

Suddenly, he ran out at me around the flower bed suddenly, and like a crane quail, I jumped in the wind and plunged into the small kitchen.

Just as he was about to close the door, Mu Junchen appeared outside the door in a blink of an eye. With his arms propped on the door, he pushed slowly and even the door and I pushed it open.

I retreated to the back of the kitchen: "Don't play Mu Junchen, don't play, okay?"

"Who is playing with you? I'm serious, be obedient, take off your clothes and lie on the sofa, dedicating yourself to art."

Mu Junchen walked towards me while moving his neck and arms, and there was a crackling sound in his joints, which made him terrified.

I don’t know if he’s joking or serious, and I’m a little scared: “We’ve only been dating for two days, and you’re always thinking about taking off my clothes, so after ten days of talking, wouldn’t you force me to give birth to you? Mu Junchen, you have to respect women, girls don't like you always thinking about these things like this."

Mu Junchen stared at it as a matter of course: "I don't care if girls like it or not, as long as you like me?"

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