Painting Tang

"What kind of model does Mr. Mu want me to be...?"

"I want to finish painting Begonia on your back,"

Mu Jingchen was still pinching his wrist, and he was standing behind Yutang almost close to Yutang, like the Qingyang at noon in April, rushing out to completely wrap the newly blooming tangerine flowers with sunlight,

"Then I will draw you again. You can sit, lie down, lie on your stomach, whatever is comfortable for you."

The indescribable pictures in Yu Tang's mind slowly unfolded with Mu Jingchen's words. The lower Mu Jingchen's voice was, the hotter his ears became.

"If you want, you can also wear those jewels and jades you just bought,"

Mu Jingchen paused, and added,

"Just wear them."

"Full, nude models are expensive,"

Yu Tang tapped the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, unconsciously sped up her speech because of her helplessness and shyness, and became a little unscrupulous, "You, if you want to be naked, you have to pay me some deposit first... like You have to teach me to draw something first..."

"Teacher Xiaoyu helped me arrange it again? I didn't say to be naked."

"……what?"

Yu Tang was visibly stunned, like a little rabbit whose ears were pinched when he was about to nibble on a carrot, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his expression.

"Wearing a bracelet or a necklace doesn't count as nudity."

Mu Jingchen, as the "villain" who pinches the rabbit's ears, seems to enjoy the process of teasing the rabbit. He is a head taller than Yutang, and when he leans behind Yutang and speaks, he even bends down slightly, causing that unstoppable sunshine-like breath It attacked Yutang more fiercely and fiercely, as if it wanted to swallow this pale crabapple in an instant.

"Then, painting on me has to be an extra price."

Yu Tang lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, she could vaguely hear a bit of anger.

Bullying the little rabbit so much that it started poking its tail, Mu Jingchen accepted it as soon as he saw it, and spread a clean white paper in front of Yutang with a coaxing tone.

"It's up to you how to settle accounts. What kind of painting do you want to learn first? Today I will take you to practice the basic skills."

"Well, then... Chinese painting."

Yu Tang thought for a moment and made a decision.

In fact, he is more interested in oil painting colors or sketches. Originally, there were very few textbooks or courses for these painting methods, and domestic research on them is not in-depth. Mu Jingchen must be able to teach him many novel things after returning from studying abroad. But for some reason, Yu Tang chose Chinese painting by mistake.

"I thought you could say oil paint,"

Mu Jingchen smiled, and at the same time put away the crisp paper on the table and replaced it with rice paper,

"I remember when I was a child learning to draw, the first class I learned was to draw plum blossoms. As long as the middle pistil of a five-petaled plum blossom is drawn well, no matter how casually the petals are drawn, it can be seen that it is a plum blossom."

Yu Tang nodded and helped Mu Jingchen pour out the red ink.

He remembered that the last time Mu Jingchen used traditional Chinese painting to draw begonias on his wrist, he probably wanted to take this opportunity to know earlier how Mu Jingchen would use his brush on his back, and to know what happened to him. Every pen and every swipe corresponds to the branches and leaves of Tanghua.

"I'll take you to paint once, and see if you can find the feeling."

Mu Jingchen held Yu Tang's hand holding the pen holder in his palm, and slowly and patiently led him to dye a spot of red wintersweet on the paper one by one.

"Is that so?"

Yu Tang changed one place, and imitated Mu Jingchen and ordered a red plum by herself.

"Teacher Xiao Yu is much more talented than me,"

Mu Jingchen rubbed the back of Yutang's head with a smile, "I'm afraid I will have nothing to teach soon."

"Mr. Mu, don't praise me,"

While talking, Yu Tang dropped a few plum blossoms on the paper. He had still had time to learn these introductory things before he was in the middle of his family, so he was very proficient. It is not so much that he learned quickly, but that he seemed to be quietly pretending A clumsy kid who secretly delights in the compliments he gets.

"And if there is nothing to teach so soon, then, then our remuneration will have to be calculated separately."

"What else do you like?"

Mu Jingchen clicked to the end, but Yu Tang had already heard the part of the sentence "I'll buy it for you" that he hadn't said yet.

"I can't afford those expensive things, and I don't want to..."

"The reward I paid will definitely not let you down."

Mu Jingchen smiled, knowing that Yutang didn't like those vulgar things. Although his little Haitang lived in poverty, his vision had always been higher than ordinary rich girls and young masters.

The two of them talked back and forth without saying a word, sometimes Mu Jingchen would naturally hold Yutang's hand and lead him to draw a black branch somewhere, sometimes Yutang would draw a flower because Mu Jingchen didn't look good enough While pulling him to ponder over and over again, the stream of light leaking down from the skylight has turned into a glowing glow before he knew it.

"Guuu-"

Yu Tang's stomach let out a small growl, and a branch of red plum blossoms that stood proudly in the snow appeared on the paper. When she gets up, Yali is safe.

This is the first painting that the two of them have completed together. At first glance, it looks good because of the bright colors, but someone like Yu Tang who knows how to draw even a little bit can see that this painting is actually Very ugly.

Whether it's the ink spots that accidentally dripped on it, or the textures and shapes that you don't bother to deliberately cover up if you make a mistake, coupled with the almost opposite painting styles of the two of them, the whole painting can even be described as mottled and messy.

"hungry?"

Mu Jingchen heard the sound from Yutang's stomach, and looked up only to find that it was already evening, "Come here first today, and take you to eat delicious food."

"What's delicious?"

When Yu Tang heard this, his eyes gleamed uncontrollably, although he clearly wanted to ask, "Shouldn't he be a nude model today?"

"The Peace Hotel has hired a new Italian chef. I heard that he is very good at making butter rolls and lemon tarts. I want to go and try them with you."

Yu Tang let out an "Oh" with some anticipation. After being fed by Mu Jingchen for so long, he gradually got used to being brought around by Young Master Mu to look for food together.

Watching Mu Jingchen roll up the messy drawing paper on the table, Yu Tang guessed that he also thought the painting was unsightly, and planned to take it out and throw it away.

"I guess Zhen Hui has escaped from the studio and is scolding me downstairs, waiting for us to go out."

Mu Jingchen opened the window and looked down, and sure enough, he saw a figure sitting in his small car.His car was equipped with two sets of keys, he kept one for himself, and Zhen Hui also had one in his hand.

"Mr. Mu... when shall we draw the crabapple?"

Yu Tang followed Mu Jingchen downstairs, and after a moment of hesitation, she decided to ask.Although the rounding was done indiscriminately all afternoon, it still has to be counted as a deposit.

"You don't like painting plum blossoms?"

Mu Jingchen was stunned, thinking that Yu Tang was talking about teaching him how to draw.

"No... I mean paint on me..."

Yu Tang lowered her eyelashes and bit her lower lip lightly.

"that,"

With a smile in his eyes, Mu Jingchen naturally grabbed Yu Tang's wrist, "Don't rush, at least wait until you learn how to draw peonies."

"Then... when will you teach me how to draw peonies?"

"Are you free on your birthday?"

"I have no plans."

Yu Tang decisively put the dinner with Lin Yue behind him - he knew in his heart that it was Yu Mian who actually attracted the attention of that dinner.

"Then I'll celebrate your birthday,"

Mu Jingchen thought for a while, and then asked, "Where's your brother? Does he need you to accompany him that day?"

"It was my birthday,"

Yu Tang rarely shrugged her shoulders in a coquettish manner, "It's not Yu Mian's."

"Then I'll take you away for another day."

Mu Jingchen got a satisfactory answer, and Dang Lian began to plan in his mind how to give his little Haitang an unforgettable birthday on the fifteenth day.

"Your birthday is very close to Zou Weiyi's. You are fifteen and he is twenty-one. He seems to be planning to hold a banquet this year. Let me tell him that we can sit at the same table."

"Where am I qualified to go to this kind of banquet?"

"It's his good fortune that you can go,"

Mu Jingchen said bluntly, "Looking at the entire Yulin City, Zou Weiyi's nobleness probably likes you."

"I'm not good at dealing with that kind of situation..."

"With me here, you only need to be responsible for eating delicious food, and I will take you out to play when you are full."

Yu Tang was about to say something more, but Zhen Hui had already started yelling at the two of them with a loud voice:

"Brother and sister-in-law, hurry up! My legs are numb from waiting here."

"Won't you get off at the station if you're numb?"

Mu Jingchen glanced at him, and at the same time handed the rolled up "messy work" into Zhen Hui's arms,

"Put it away, go back and find someone to frame it properly."

"What masterpiece does it have to be framed?"

Yu Tang thought that the painting was about to be thrown into the garbage dump: "...?"