It's hard to be a stepmother

Huo Hanchuan was stared at me by Huo Baize, and he looked away after a while, then turned his head and said to Huo Baize, "You write first, and I'll go to draw after you finish writing."

Huo Baize didn't believe him: "Really?"

Huo Hanchuan nodded: "Really, I'll grind a bit more, I'll go in a while, I'll add flower petals to the ink, you write quickly."

He said that he really put the rose petals back on the table, and Huo Baize began to write in doubt.

I also went back to my study, no longer watching Huo Baize's painful writing, I sat on the carpet and watched the Xianxia drama that I hadn't finished before vacation, and I have to continue to work when I come back, although my work of watching movies sounds so I'm not doing my job properly, but if I'm going to shoot an online drama, my opponent will be a man, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it well when I see him.

Not long after I watched it, Huo Hanchuan came up with ink, and he returned to my room. I thought he was passing by to see me, so I asked, "Do you need me to help you hold the paperweight?"

Huo Hanchuan's father is actually quite competent, he will do what he says.He is really going to paint.

He looked at me and smiled: "Yes."

After he explained his purpose, I took a step back. He didn't ask me to help the paperweight, he wanted me to be a drawing paper.

He's going to draw me that dragon, which is the tattoo on my supporting character on TV.

I think the ideas of the Huo family are surprisingly consistent. Huo Yunlan wants to paint, but he also wants to paint.I didn't want him to paint, so I grabbed my clothes and told him, "The ink can't be washed off."

Huo Hanchuan put down the tray, walked over to look at my computer, and there was Huo Baize's favorite dragon coming out of the computer, walking on the crimson air, flying in the clouds, as bright as jade, calling the wind and rain, this fairy drama is really well done, Because this dragon is the protagonist's mount, the special effects are particularly good.He is mighty when flying in the clouds, and domineering when facing the screen.

Huo Hanchuan said: "It's very beautiful, I also like dragons."

"You can draw on paper, and I'll find paper for you."

I don't want to cooperate with him, I think his ideas are too weird, unconstrained and unreasonable, I want to turn around and find paper for him, but I can't walk away, he put his hands around my waist, and said firmly: "Now draw you? I can go to bed early."

His tone is a full stop?So you have to paint sooner or later?

I glanced at the ink next to him, he used ink, that is, Huo Baize's ink for writing large characters, although it is the best Yunshan ink, it is not poisonous, and it doesn't matter if it is occasionally stained and eaten, but it is impossible to beat, How did he teach Huo Baize to write while thinking of painting on me?

I looked at him strangely, and I said just now that he was a good father.

He just looked at me and smiled, he didn't feel any burden at all, if Huo Baize asked him for a painting tomorrow, where would he get it for him?

I shook my head at him.

Huo Hanchuan smiled: "I added roses to the ink, it doesn't smell bad."

Not this question.

He looked at me and said, "Then who painted your tattoo at that time?"

who is it?It's Zhao Yang.The reason why I remember it clearly is because of the sentence he said, "It's a pity." At that time, as a supporting actor, there was nothing I liked to hear more than burying talents.

If you think about it this way, Zhao Yang has been in our company for a long time. At that time, he had this face, and he is still the same now, and he does not look old. The makeup artist may be born with the ability to delay aging.

I was a little distracted, Zhao Yang is an old man in the company, and I am now. I have been in Huanyu for 7 years. From the beginning to the present, Zhao Yang just started calling my name, and now he calls me "Brother Chen".

When I came back to my senses, Huo Baize looked at me with deep eyes and a faint smile on his mouth: "Then he can draw, but I can't?"

I closed my eyes and nodded: "Okay, let's draw, you have to hurry up. Also, don't let Huo Baize see it. He wants to feel sorry for his ink."

When I said it later, I felt like I was gnashing my teeth.

Huo Hanchuan also laughed: "He shouldn't feel sorry for Mo, it will be better if Mo is gone one day."

While talking, he undressed me. He was a master at undressing, but I was wearing pajamas which were easy to untie. After a while, only my underwear remained.

I lay on the blanket and used it as drawing paper for Huo Da painter.

The tip of the brush is soft, and it was very itchy when walking on my back. Huo Hanchuan told me: "Don't move, bear with it, and you'll be fine once you get used to it."

Why doesn't he get down and get used to it!It's not that I can't get used to it, I always think of the appearance on the grass, the tip of the brush is the same as those grass tips, and not as good as the grass tips, the grass tips are for body massage, this is only a little bit, follow Huo Hanchuan's wrist, walk, walk Wherever it was itching, I buried myself in the pillow and laughed. I didn't want to laugh, but I couldn't stop.

Huo Hanchuan stopped the pen tip, and said to me when he was dipping in the ink: "The ink tends to smudge when you smile, this line is wrong, I have to draw again."

When will it be repainted!

"wait!"

I buried myself on the pillow and took a few deep breaths, grabbed the pajamas in my hands and told him, "It's all right."

I couldn’t help it when I was painting, but at that time I was a small character, very respectful, I didn’t dare to laugh, and I held a towel tightly, but at that time Zhao Yang said to me: “It’s okay, you can laugh, I You can replenish the powder, let's start again."

I held back at that time and asked him to draw successfully once. It was possible then, why not now?It is the problem of the person who drew this picture.

I gritted my teeth and lay down.

This time, because I made up my mind, I endured it with all my strength, and after getting used to it for a while, I felt much better. I began to wonder what Huo Hanchuan was painting, and could he really draw?

It feels like he is walking around like a snake on my back.

I can't see it, but I always feel that his painting is very similar to that for a while, because he is very serious, and the brush has been changed. At first, it was a medium-sized pen to outline the large-scale, and now it is replaced with a medium-fine brush. With one stroke of the pen, it seems to be drawing dragon scales.

Drawing dragon scales is troublesome. I closed my eyes and waited for him to draw slowly. I know that he is a very durable person, and he is not bad at all.

I closed my eyes for a while, and when I felt his strokes reach my lower back, I couldn't help but tense my back. His hands were on my underwear, and I couldn't help but want to look back.

My back was not painted deeply.Because I was wearing clothes underneath, but Huo Hanchuan wanted to draw on. He took off my underwear. He got used to it, and I got used to it. I didn’t remember what he was going to do after he took it off. He said: "What are you going to do?"

I didn't turn my head back hard, his pen tip was still going on, I was afraid that I would make him useless when I got up, but when I backed down, his pen tip reached my tailbone, which is rarely touched. I couldn't help shaking, and he tapped my back with one hand: "Don't move, I haven't finished the painting yet."

I looked sideways into the mirror: "The painting is finished, there is nothing behind, only the back."

Huo Hanchuan snorted: "Didn't you draw it back then?"

I hummed: "No!"

I probably know what he means by now, it's nothing more than the desire for monopoly, if someone paints on me, he will paint it back.But the problem is that even if he monopolizes it, my body does not belong to him at that time.

This is my own.

But I said no, and I couldn’t stop his pen. He tapped my back with one hand, and continued to draw with the other hand. While painting, he said to me: “Let me finish the painting, I don’t like the feeling of endless painting. .”

I like.

How long will it take to finish the painting? It takes a long time to draw the flying dragon ascending to the sky, stepping on the auspicious clouds, and the Lin pattern on the bare body, not to mention the winding body of the dragon. I closed my eyes when the tip of his pen was winding deep.

Since then, I have never opened my eyes again, buried my face on the pillow, grasped my hands tightly, and let his pen tip repeatedly draw on my ticklish places. The auspicious clouds, the pattern of turning circles, circles and circles, repeatedly, endlessly, I suspect that he is torturing me.

He didn't have a pattern to follow at all, who knows what he was painting?

I regret buying that mask very much. If I don’t buy that mask, I can’t cause these things?

I was thinking wildly, trying to bear it, and when he finished drawing the back and told me it was ok, I didn't know how to get up.

I sat with my pillow in my arms, anyway, I only used the first half of the painting.

But painting the front part is also a pain.

When the tip of his nose was embellished on my chest, he said to me: "Don't move, this is the finishing touch."

I don’t want to move either, but it’s too uncomfortable when the tip of the brush brushes over it. This place is the dragon’s eye, which is the most delicate place. He changed to the smallest pen and sketched it here. I squeezed it tightly. Looking up at him, he painted very seriously, concentrating on it, as if he was really painting a masterpiece.

If it weren't for the fact that this masterpiece was painted on me, I would appreciate it very much, but now I have no mood at all, and I try my best to control myself not to react.As a man, this is sad, and I can't hide my reaction.

When he told me that the painting was finished, I opened my eyes and saw that there was a whole mirror on the wall, so the dragon in front of me could be seen at a glance. Shock.

The dragon on TV was realistic and beautiful, but I was not so surprised because I knew it was made of special effects, but the painting on my body was seen and practiced by myself, so I was instantly amazed.

He painted really well, I wanted to reach out to touch it, but Huo Hanchuan held it back: "Don't touch it yet, it's not done yet. Get up and look behind."

I glanced at the pillow covering my lower body, I didn't really want to stand up, although I really wanted to see it, Huo Hanchuan seemed to see through my thoughts, and wrapped a blanket around my waist, which I just covered.

After I stood up, he pulled down the blanket around my waist: "Is it okay?"

I looked at it for a while before nodding. Although I couldn't see the whole thing, I could see the painter just a little bit. I don't know what adjectives to use for this dragon painting, because none of the words in my mind are enough to describe it.

I just nodded: "It looks good."

I think it was worth it for me to endure it on my stomach for so long.

He just smiled, retracted his hand, and re-tied the white blanket around my waist, making it look like the skirt I wore in the play.

He finally put on a mask for me. He bought a pair and I gave Huo Yunlan one. He kept this one. I don’t know if he wanted to paint this one from the moment he bought it.

After he put on the mask for me, he turned to me and looked at me: "Are you okay?"

Same as that year, I looked at him and paused for a while.The mask is very heavy, and there is a layer of things, which makes me feel that everything looks different. Huo Hanchuan didn't wear sunglasses this time, but I can see his shadow back then. I couldn't see his eyes back then. Clearly, his eyes are gentle, as I guessed that year.

I nodded slightly to him: "I'm fine, thank you."

His eyes changed suddenly, and he said to me after a while: "You're welcome, the picture I drew for you, do you like it?"

I thanked him: "Thank you for your painting."

This is sincere, I did not expect him to draw so well.I don't know if it's because children from rich families are proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.I thought his handwriting was very good at first, but now I think his paintings are even better.

If it weren't for the painting on me, I would also like to take a picture of him as a souvenir.

He bowed his head and kissed her.

Through the mask, he kissed very lightly, like a superficial touch.But kissed several times, and said at the corner of my lips: "Can I take a picture of you? My sea god."

The role I played was Sea God. At that time, a group of performers called me this title. I was sitting in the car, condescending, and I had a kind of arrogance to want to dominate the world.

At this moment, Huo Hanchuan also called me that way, my fingers trembled imperceptibly, and my heart beat very fast, as if I was in the mood when I stood on a high place that year, like that dragon, swimming in the clouds, looking down upon all living beings.

I glanced at the mirror, the person in the mirror had unfathomable eyes because of the half mask, the corners of the exposed lips were drawn into a straight line, the upper body of the naked upper body was slightly undulating due to panting, and the lower abdomen was tight. The eight-pack of thin abdominal muscles makes the dragon seem to be alive, and the ink painting has aura no matter what time it is.

I took a long breath and nodded: "Okay, let's shoot."

He took several pictures before he said to me: "Come on, go wash it out, don't catch a cold."

I glanced at the mirror again: "Do you really want to wash it out?"

I feel a little bit sad.

Huo Hanchuan looked at me and smiled: "I'll draw it for you when you want to see it someday."

"There's no need for that."