静物

The night was still the same, and Wu Tong was sculpting meticulously in front of the canvas. If all goes well, the oil paintings in the department exhibition can be completed earlier, which is good news. If the works are completed earlier, they can spend more time dealing with the final homework.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wu Tong's usual ocher paint for mixing colors ran out, so she had to stop, put down her brush, go to take a shower and get ready to go to bed.

While blowing her hair, Wu Tong realized that she was always drawing seriously, and didn't notice what Bo Sen was busy with. Sometimes she would draw some small illustrations, and sometimes use the computer to do some work. Tong can not understand things.

Thinking about it carefully, Bo Sen let her know so much about herself, but after all, there are still many parts that Wu Tong doesn't understand.

It's probably too difficult to understand a person completely and thoroughly, isn't it?

Because no one has ever understood Wu Tong, shouldn't she understand that everyone is a little subtle and difficult to understand?Wu Tong thought heavily, is it because he has been in an extreme environment for too long that he can't figure out the boundaries of ordinary people?

She really couldn't figure it out.Just like when sketching, there is nothing but reality in the darkness. When she is not so clear-headed, she can only see a mass of blackness.

Wu Tong walked into the room, saw Bo Sen lying on the bed reading a novel, heard footsteps entering the room, raised his head and smiled faintly at Wu Tong.

"Did you finish the painting?" Bo Sen asked, "It seems that I haven't slept with you for a while!"

Half-truth, half-false, it should be said "I haven't fallen asleep together for a long time".Because Wu Tong always drew late into the night, Bo Sen would wait for the first few days, but in the end he couldn't bear it any longer and went to bed by himself.

Wu Tong got into the quilt and pressed close to Bo Sen.

Does love turn people back into children?

Wu Tong feels that she wants to play around with Bo Sen to her heart's content, want to demand unreasonably, and wants to enjoy the luxury of staying and doing nothing. Wu Tong has no reservations about Bo Sen in her heart, but she feels that Bo Sen is still her Even though she looked at Wu Tong with softer eyes, she was still the mature one.

Just like Wu Tong's formal indifference that could never be softened, Bo Sen never took off his smiling mask.

Half-truth and half-false, there is falsehood in the truth of Bosen, and truth in the falsehood.To Wu Tong, she is a very real person, but just like food needs seasoning, Bo Sen uses a lot of seasoning to cover up her original taste. She still presents the original ingredients, but in a form that can be tasted better.

Wu Tong is no longer afraid of the truth. If the original taste of the food must be sour and unpalatable, she will still accept it calmly.It's just that before Wu Tong missed the opportunity, she didn't understand the importance of getting to the bottom of it. Now she seems to be able to keep her confusion to herself.

She hugged him, squirming close, forcing him to close the book and face the person who rolled into his arms.

"Strange! Why are you so clingy today?" Bo Sen said with a smile, stretched out his arms and put the book aside, wrapped his arms around Wu Tong's shoulders, and pulled her into his arms.

Wu Tong pressed against the warm skin of Bo Sen's neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of her body.

That's right, I should be content, Wu Tong thought so.

"Tong, shall we go to bed?" Bo Sen rubbed Wu Tong's dark hair, leaning close to her ear and asking.

Wu Tong nodded obediently.

"Okay, then, I'll go and check if the lights and the door are closed, huh." Bo Sen said, gently letting go of Wu Tong and getting up, "Don't take revenge on me, just shout loudly when I leave sleep!"

"No." Wu Tong replied quietly, with her faint smile, and lightly kissed Bo Sen's lips.

Bo Sen was stunned for a moment, stopped the movement of getting up, and suddenly threw Wu Tong onto the bed.

"Think about it, it won't matter if you don't turn off the lights or lock the door for a day, right?" Bo Sen whispered, looking down at Wu Tong condescendingly.

"What... what's wrong?"

Wu Tong asked puzzledly, faintly feeling that the atmosphere...

"I..." Person smiled meaningfully, "I want you, now."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wu Tong's response, he lowered his head and kissed him domineeringly.

This kiss is very bitter.

Wu Tong didn't know if it was because she had too many self-pity and depressed thoughts that caused her to have reservations about Bo Sen at the moment, maybe her psychology was too naive to bear so many emotions, and she was so unnatural at this moment .

Person's obscurity, his own powerlessness.

As if she had made up her mind, Wu Tong took the initiative to stretch out her hand and tug on Boysen's clothes. If she couldn't get peace of mind from him, she would fight for more for herself.If she feels that she is inferior to those women in the past, Wu Tong will at least raise herself to a level where she thinks she can keep pace with her, even if it is only in bed.

Wu Tong stroked along the beautiful curve of Bo Sen's waist, and pulled her clothes upwards.Wu Tong's initiative seemed provocative to Bo Sen, her tongue darted into Wu Tong's mouth to plunder, her fingers crawled into Wu Tong's clothes, and wandered on her smooth back.

Wu Tong licked and kissed Bo Sen's lips, she decided that today she would not refuse Bo Sen's courtship no matter what.But when Wu Tong was still thinking this way, Bo Sen paused for two seconds and gently pushed Wu Tong away.

"Tong, you shouldn't force it." Bo Sen smoothed Wu Tong's messy hair, "You didn't respond, I could tell, and you didn't feel it either."

As Bo Sen said, he carefully retracted the legs straddling Wu Tong's waist, lightly shook the jacket that had been thrown aside, and put it back on.Wu Tong looked at Bo Sen's lightly smiling face in frustration, how could she forget?Bo Sen can be regarded as "reading countless people", and her own reaction is almost invisible in her eyes.

Love cannot be forced.

"Where are you going?"

Wu Tong panicked and grabbed Bo Sen who was about to get up. Is she angry?Still very disappointed very disappointed?

She has worked hard, really, but why does such a thing that you love and I want, have to be so difficult in her relationship?

Wu Tong looked at Bo Sen's smiling and gentle eyes, begging to be tolerated again.

"Don't worry, lock the door and turn off the lights, heh."

Wu Tong lay on the bed, twisting the quilt in her hand, she closed her eyes to resist sleep, waiting for Bo Sen to return to her side.

What happened to me?Rejecting Bo Sen again and again, I am no longer a child, how could I resist like this?

Or are sex and love completely separate?This thought made Wu Tong scare himself, yes!In fact, there is nothing to be surprised about, it’s just like some disasters, you just hear it, but if it happens to you, you will be shocked and unbelievable.

Wu Tong has never had feelings for anyone, and there is nothing to be sure about.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the pure white ceiling, and flashing colorful dots appeared in front of her eyes.

Thinking about my own encounters, in the vast sea of ​​people, meeting is a kind of miracle.

But for Wu Tong, she can neither confess nor know how to accept the confession. In the miracle of meeting, if she can understand each other's mind, it is a miracle among miracles.

How can I be so lucky to encounter so many miracles?

"Long time..."

It took a long time for Bosen to turn off the lights and lock the door, does it take so much time?

It's quiet outside, there's no movement, what on earth is Bo Sen doing?Wu Tong thought for a while, and as if making up his mind, he pushed aside the quilt and got out of bed to look for Bo Sen.

She walked into the living room lightly, and saw that her painting looked very gloomy in the dark, and there was a smell of turpentine around her. The figure of Bosen was beside the canvas, as if the pause button had been pressed, moving Also do not move.

Wu Tong approached quietly, wondering what made Bo Sen so strange.

As she got closer and closer to Bo Sen, she gradually realized what was going on, and suddenly panicked, Bo Sen was holding the note written by Wu Tong in the toilet today in his hand, staring at it for a long time.

"Oh, Tong."

Realizing that Wu Tong was standing beside him, Bo Sen turned his head and smiled naturally.

Just like that night, like the night she confided a lot about her past in WhiteLies, Wu Tong smelled a sense of helplessness close to despair.

Wu Tong felt like he had done something wrong and lowered his head.

"Sorry, I spied again."

She knows it!She just didn't want to see Bo Sen's expression, so she gave up the idea of ​​showing her the note after she walked out of the toilet!

"Why are you apologizing?" Bai Sen said quietly, lowered his head and looked at the paper again, the shadow occupied half of her face, and Wu Tong could only see the corner of her smiling mouth, smiling miserably, "It's my fault Isn’t it? Oh, I understand what you mean, Tong, but this happens to be something I’m not good at!”

What are you not good at?Person can talk about many things!Her frankness about things has reached a level that Wu Tong envied. What shortcomings does she have?

"Tong, do you understand? I can't talk about myself from the inside, and I have never tried to show my emotions frankly in front of people..."

Person said, still laughing.

This made Wu Tong confused, why can she smile melancholy, why can she add warm tones in this gray atmosphere?What puzzled Wu Tong the most was that, on a face that was clearly sad, the smile at this moment was so gloomy and beautiful...

"Stop talking." Wu Tong shook her head, just like the night before, she always regretted her question after asking.

If your words are going to hurt yourself, then don't say it!

It's me, it's me who is too obsessed, thinking that people are like still lifes, and every detail must be mastered in order to be able to successfully describe...

Wu Tong was tangled in his heart.

"I owe you a lot of explanations." Bo Sen put down the paper and looked up at Wu Tong, "One day, you will have a complete story, and I will not hide it...meaning, I will tell it with the most genuine expression."

Wu Tong nodded, and her heart began to waver. She might not look forward to that day. I'm afraid it's not a question of whether she can accept it... She began to worry about Bo Sen.

"...Oh, but not now! Tong, there is nothing like getting a good night's sleep!"

Wu Tong followed Bo Sen into the room, but before leaving, he grabbed the sketch paper on the table, crumpled it vigorously, and threw it into the darkness, so the paper ball fell into her usual oil painting, and now it is empty inside the oil tank.