静物

Wu Tong bought a canvas after class, but he didn't expect the NO.50 canvas to be so expensive.

After leaving the art supply store, she got on the bus and headed to Bo Sen's house without even thinking about it. Without telling her, she still thought of the scene of Bo Sen repenting more than once.

At least, with such a big thing, the chance of her ruthlessly rejecting him will be less, right?

"Tong?" Hearing the rapid knock on the door, Bo Sen opened the door with a smile.

She pulled her hair up casually, and fixed it at the back of her head with a dark green pencil, revealing the soft lines of her neck. She wore a loose white T-shirt with a wide collar. A knot was tied at the back, and the length was adjusted to be a little above the hips, exposing a little skin without exaggeration.There was some green paint on the clothes, as did the jeans on the lower body, but it could be seen that it had been stained with other colorful colors.

Is this work clothes?

Even the casual dress when drawing pictures can seem to fascinate all beings.

"Painting?" Wu Tong asked, feeling that he had picked an inappropriate moment.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm almost finished." Bo Sen held two thick and thin paintbrushes in his hand, stepped back a few steps to let Wu Tong move the things inside, "Sorry, I can't help, I'm afraid your canvas will be dirty. "

"Well, it's okay." Wu Tong said,

The floor of the entire living room was covered with newspapers, and Person's half-open painting leaned against the edge of the table.On the newspapers on the ground, there are paints dripping from high altitude, like fireworks exploding on the ground, and there are also splashed colors that flow unrestrainedly on the ground.

Wu Tong carefully stepped over some sundries and stood in front of the newly painted work.

I also used composite media, and this time I chose a piece of wood that is slightly smaller than two open palms. The bark texture on the top is not obvious, and it is almost smooth when viewed from a distance. The wood is very thin, and the edges appear Irregular, if you look at it from the side, it should be an arc, and the middle is only two centimeters thick, so it won't protrude too much from the canvas.

"I picked it up at the seaside a year ago." As Bo Sen said, Wu Tong felt Bo Sen's shoulder quietly leaning against his side, and he didn't know when he stood beside him.

"Very precise." Wu Tong said, the piece of wood almost gave people the illusion that it was deliberately cut for this painting.

The painting this time is very calm, unlike the wild ones before.

The main color tone of the painting is the earth color, the green is grass green and dark green close to olive, some dark colors are dachshund, Van Dyke brown, and some are in between.Wu Tong saw that the very small nylon pen on the ground was stained with light-colored paint, so he took a closer look at the painting, only to realize that there were very delicate brushstrokes that were almost invisible from a distance, which were orange red and bright yellow, some of which were mixed. Green and white, with spiral stacked strokes, almost seems to have thickness.

If you don't look carefully, you can hardly see the joint between the wood and the painting. The tone is just right, and the brushstrokes that imitate the wood grain are amazing.It looks gloomy and depressing from a distance, but it is wonderful and shocking when viewed up close. The fine brushstrokes make people reluctant to look away.

Wu Tong suppressed her admiration, because she knew that Bo Sen would not accept words of praise.

"What's the name of the painting?" Wu Tong reluctantly backed away from the painting and turned to Bo Sen.

Bo Sen shrugged, and one shoulder of the loose white T-shirt slipped down, revealing a black shoulder strap, and a fair shoulder, revealing the thin skin, which alone looked so beautiful that it was almost evil.

Bo Sen didn't deal with it in a panic, as if it was only natural for his clothes to fall off his shoulders, which calmed down Wu Tong's hastily wanting to say goodbye, and there was nothing embarrassing about it.

"Title?"

Wu Tong kept his eyes on the corners of her lips, and Bo Sen's mouth opened and closed as if the slow button had been pressed.

Suddenly, Wu Tong's heart beat faster, she could hear, she could hear her heart beating in her ears, and felt that her heart was about to rush out of her throat. If she spoke, the beams of the roof might be shattered by the sound of the heartbeat.

If the heart beat faster, perhaps Wu Tong would faint and die.

"What?" Wu Tong asked again tremblingly.

Bo Sen raised his finger to the painting, pointing to the wood.

"That's a sycamore."

It turns out that expectations can be so cruel.

Wu Tong was expressionless, but a bucket of cold water was poured into his heart. After the rapid beating, his heart seemed to brake suddenly, as if he was about to suffocate.

She had just... Foolishly thought that Person had named a painting after her.

This sense of loss surged up like a tidal wave, almost to the point of extinction.

She turned her head to look at the painting again, perhaps looking at it would calm her down.A second is as long as a year, and Wu Tong closed his eyes to watch at some point.

Why expect?

Wu Tong had never experienced such intense emotions, she was confused.The point of view she asked Li Shiqing for verification at noon yesterday was not comprehensive enough to summarize her situation. Li Shiqing did not say that when you fall in love with someone, you will have expectations...and when your expectations fail, you will feel as depressed as losing the whole world.

"Tong..." Bo Sen's breath was in his ears, as close as the air he could breathe. Wu Tong opened his eyes and felt her hair touching the side of his face. The distance was so close, but Wu Tong found that he was not it's OK.

"I don't know the name of the painting..."

Bo Sen's voice was in his ears, and those ears were no longer his own.

"...But I'm drawing you."

Wu Tong closed her eyes again, she was afraid that the dream would be broken again.

"Tong, wake up."

Bo Sen shook Wu Tong who was asleep on the sofa, "Do you want dinner? It's almost dinner time."

Wu Tong looked sleepily at the composition in the living room with only a few strokes.

"It's still early! The composition can take your time, but don't rush into bad things."

Wu Tong nodded, struggling to sit up.

"Oh, it's okay, you go to bed." Seeing Wu Tong's tired and clumsy appearance, Bo Sen said with a smile, "Do you want to eat something? I'll go buy it."

"...Instant noodles."

"I can't eat instant noodles all the time! I'm not afraid of trouble anymore, so don't be polite to me!" Bo Sen smiled deeper, "Can you eat fried rice or fried noodles? It's still a good buy." Bo Sen said to himself , seeing Wu Tong nodding dimly, knowing that she doesn't care about eating at all.

Wu Tong closed her eyes and wanted to continue to sleep, but she heard Bo Sen talking to her, "Tong, go to bed and sleep. Anyway, it will be a while before eating, so let's sleep comfortably!"

Wu Tong mumbled that he didn't need it, but he was dragged into the room by Bo Sen obediently to sleep.

The sofa is good for sleeping. Compared with the atmosphere of the dormitory, it is a bit like a prison.

What about the bed?Needless to say, Wu Tong fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and fell asleep in a daze. When he got up, he didn't know what time it was, but the room was very quiet. Not at home.

Wu Tong turned over and slowly regained consciousness.

She wasn't there, but she had a strong sense of presence.The shampoo she uses, the skin care products she puts on her hair, the lotion she puts on, and the perfume she uses. The smells are all independent, but the scents that are used to appearing on her are gathered together, clearly outlining Bersen this person.

Wu Tong likes this taste.

"Her smell."

Maybe it has nothing to do with the bed, Wu Tong sat up and thought, if she brought this quilt with her smell back to the dormitory, maybe she would sleep so soundly.

Wu Tong didn't notice the things around him until the drowsiness and dizziness subsided.

Her hand touched a piece of fabric by her side. Wu Tong closed her hand and looked down, and found that it was Bo Sen wearing a T-shirt as pajamas. Wu Tong suppressed it, but thought of the secrecy of the confined space and her irresistible impulse Like a drug addict to heroin, she finally buried her sense of smell into the clothes, sniffing greedily, perhaps worried that the reassuring breath would disappear completely when she returned to the dormitory, or maybe it was just because she didn’t dare to have any feelings for this person, Boyson. Too much expectation, it would be nice to have her smell.

It seems a little humble and negative, but what Wu Tong is unable to face is like the words she wants to say but can't say, she will never be able to fight for herself.

When she slowly digested the sound of closing the door and the sound of footsteps in her mind, Wu Tong opened his eyes and raised his head as if thinking of something, and saw that Bo Sen was already standing by the bed, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at him.

Wu Tong put down the T-shirt in her hand, and wanted to turn her eyes away in a panic, but she couldn't help but climb up along the expressionless lips of Bo Sen, and finally met those eyes.Wu Tong can't read the emotions of the eyes.What is that look?Does it look flat, but it seems to be a little struggling to think, what does that mean?

Bo Sen bent down, leaned against Wu Tong's ear, and whispered mysteriously.

"Heh, if possible, I would also like to take your taste as my own."

Wu Tong felt his ears warm up. Is this a kind of playfulness?Or is there a hint of seduction by Person?

"But, Tong, there are only your people here, without your clothes, what do you think I should do?"

Wu Tong is used to being passive, and has to be passive. If the opportunity passes her by, she will miss it. But at this moment, she also knows that there is a hint that she does not understand clearly in the tone of Bo Sen's half-smile , Wu Tong can keep silent, but she believes that she has no way to passively wait until the next opportunity.

Wu Tong was in a hurry, she should say something, but she just couldn't say it.

Finally, she wrapped her arms around Person's neck and kissed her lips.

Since she can't speak, everyone should stop talking.