静物

Wu Tong had a terrible dream.

It's funny to say that she suddenly dreamed of endless homework. It was clearly a college scene, but the main character was a high school ink teacher who produced three full-scale ink paintings, and asked to draw fine brushwork, only realistic, not freehand.

Wu Tong obviously went to college to paint Western paintings!

The teacher always requires extremely rich pictures, even if the technical examination is not likely to impose too strict requirements on the item of ink painting and calligraphy.Because of the "generally bad" in the teacher's mouth, you can get a good score if you don't draw too badly.

But full-on ink painting, it's a nightmare.

When Wu Tong woke up, there was still the figure of the teacher with half-white hair, loose clothes, and dirty colors in front of him. It took a few more minutes to figure out that the dream was not real.

It's dangerous, it's really dangerous, the meaning of rushing to paint is almost the same as going to hell.Ink painting?That is about the eighteenth floor and a little below.

Wu Tong looked at the ceiling and snickered in her heart. This kind of stupid plot actually made her break out in a cold sweat.

Turning over to sleep, but Wu Tong heard an uneasy voice.

This picture seems very familiar, like a scene that has been painted too many times, and the relative position of the composition can be found without thinking.

Person turned his back to himself, the angle of his arms and wrists... the sound of breathing, or... gasping...

It was exactly the same as the scene where Wu Tong spent the first night.

Wu Tong made up his mind within a few seconds, and had the same reaction as the first night, pretending that he didn't know anything, and forced himself to continue sleeping.But it seemed that God didn't help, and there was a sudden downpour outside the drizzle. It was such a coincidence that Bai Sen turned over and looked out the window, and met Wu Tong's gaze that he hadn't had time to look back.

This is an extremely embarrassing scene, but Wu Tong is glad that at least the relationship between the two of them is different from last time, otherwise...

"I'm sorry." Wu Tong said in a low voice. Even though there were only two people in the house, and the raindrops outside were making so much noise, Ye still made her subconsciously lower the volume.

Bo Sen smiled faintly at Wu Tong, and naturally pulled out his palm from the cotton shorts, stepped out of bed, found a piece of tissue and wiped his fingertips.

"Why are you apologizing? I'm sorry." Bo Sen said softly, lying back beside Wu Tong, "I'm sorry...I don't want to hurt you..."

This made Wu Tong suddenly have the urge to cry with sore eye sockets.

Sorry, I can't do what a lover should do.

Numerous thoughts swirled in Wu Tong's mind, thinking of the meaning of Bo Sen's apology.Wu Tong thought that his cold sentimentality was caused by Bo Sen and the relationship, but he never thought that Bo Sen cared most about Wu Tong's feelings, even though the reality of owning Wu Tong and resolving this matter on his own is somewhat cruel. , but in the final analysis, this is the most compromise method when Bo Sen has desires and does not want Wu Tong to have more inferiority... or other negative feelings.

"I don't know...why do I..."

Wu Tong stammered for help, and Bo Sen put his arms around the girl, feeling a faint pain in his heart, she really wished that she was a person who had no desires or desires.Embracing each other in silence, the problem that they have never faced squarely is now clearly in front of them.

"Tong…"

Bo Sen straightened up, turned to look at Wu Tong, "Do an experiment with me, okay? Prove my guess is right."

Wu Tong nodded, anything that can improve the current situation is fine.

"Tong, do you remember what I told you when you were looking for inspiration for the department exhibition, the way to take care of things?"

Bo Sen's voice came from behind, and Wu Tong nodded.

She said at that time, not just sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch...

"Close your eyes," ordered Person, "and think about nothing."

Don't think about anything?When Bo Sen whispered tingling words in his ear, and his fingers darted into his clothes, Wu Tong's mind was already blank and he couldn't think about anything when he was walking around inside.

The sense of touch is very wonderful. Wu Tong didn't think about it until he turned off his vision. Touching is not a rare thing, but Bo Sen's light touch on the waist, back, and close to the chest is like honey and poison. People are addicted and want more.

"Don't open your eyes, just experience these feelings..." Bo Sen gave another instruction next to Wu Tong's ear, and put his palm on Wu Tong's chest, provoking skillfully.

Wu Tong's body shook like an electric shock, and his breathing became irregular.

The sleeping beast was finally awakened, Wu Tong felt it, finally felt it!

Immediately afterwards, Wu Tong felt a delicate and soft kiss, which fell on her neck coldly, causing itches everywhere she touched. She couldn't help imagining those lips, and her heart trembled unbearably.

The last kiss fell on the lips, and they entangled.

The taste of Burson.

Wu Tong savored every inch of her skin and let the smell imprint in her mind. She used her fingers to remember the curves of her body instead of those charcoal lines, feeling the temperature of her body...everything is so real and beautiful.

"Tong..." Bo Sen knew that the experiment was successful, and said with a smile when Wu Tong retreated rationally, "I am a woman of flesh and blood..."

Yes, Wu Tong knew it. When the tip of her tongue touched Bo Sen's hot skin, she really felt her.

"...Tong, I'm not a still life."

Wu Tong opened his eyes to look at Bo Sen, and saw Bo Sen's half-naked body on top of him, with his breathing, his snow-white and blush chest heaved up and down.She was wreaking havoc on her chest, just licking and kissing Wu Tong's skin, but her expression seemed so focused.A lock of hair fell to his forehead, and Bo Sen was a little distracted, and slowly stretched out his hand to shake the hair...

This is a beautiful picture...

She is not a still life.

Wu Tong repeated it in his heart, still not understanding the meaning of this sentence, but felt that the way he looked at Bo Sen was different.

Wu Tong's fingers were trembling, and when she reached Bo Sen's flat lower abdomen, her heartbeat was accelerating, and she couldn't think any more. This almost suffocating excitement was almost unbearable for Wu Tong.

"Tong's first time..." Bo Sen said with a smile, his voice was like a thread, "...Oh, it's mine..."

... Who is falling in whose entanglement?

This night is destined to be long.

The morning sun came in from the window, and when Wu Tong opened his eyes, he was blinded by the burst of yellow-orange light.

This light, the color is very warm, very similar to the person in the arms.

Wu Tong slid his fingers over Bo Sen's bare back, and felt the woman shrank slightly, moved, and continued to sleep against his neck.

"... Mori..."

It was a rare sober morning, with the smell of sunshine after the rain.

"Tong, I'm not a still life. 』

Wu Tong lowered his eyes and looked at Bo Sen's soft hair falling on her peaceful sleeping face, as if he suddenly understood something.

She has always thought that stubbornness or immutable rules belong only to people like Tang Xiangying, and maybe when she occasionally sees her frowning and staring at Li Shiqing, she will vaguely rejoice that she is not so strict with the world and herself.

It was only on this gentle and beautiful morning that Wu Tong realized that his rigid little world seemed narrower than that of Tang Xiangying.

I am a person who is easy to follow the rules, but it is difficult to detect when I get used to it.

For example, after she got up in the dormitory every day, she went into the convenience store to buy the same cheese bagel for breakfast. For some unknown reason, Wu Tong ate it for a whole month, until that day there was no such thing Bread, this behavior was only broken.

Or, she once picked up a pad pen after finishing the draft, and used to use peacock blue and van Dyke brown to render the base. Even Wu Tong remembered to bring some red, or purple, or green to change, but The combination of blue and brown is unchanged.She painted like this for nearly half a year, until one day when she happened to be painting a blue tablecloth, Wu Tong had to choose another background color to match.

Or, she has been used to arranging the main objects to the right of the center of the picture when drawing sketches for a long time, so in the sketches of that time, the same triangular composition will appear in every three works, until the theme of another day Because it is suitable for vertical composition, Wu Tong changed this habit.

Wu Tong is just like ordinary people, with certain behavioral patterns and some routines that he takes for granted.Minor incidents are just small elements that make up life, and Wu Tong never paid too much attention to these trivial matters.

But habit is not a good habit.

Wu Tong clearly realized at this moment that the words used to persuade him had actually deeply affected his mind.

She is used to Bo Sen's body in her eyes can only be a group of cold still life, so through vision, no matter how attractive that body is, it can't arouse Wu Tong's enthusiasm.

It's funny to say that Bo Sen's special sexual preference is completely incompatible with Wu Tong's bad habit of following habits.

"Tong...you have class this morning..." Bo Sen muttered a reminder in a hazy tone, it was the voice that just woke up from a dream.

Despite saying this, Bo Sen buried his body in Wu Tong's arms, clinging to her like a koala.Wu Tong felt the curve of Bo Sen's body that made his palms burn. Thinking of last night, he couldn't help smiling.

"Art history, I'm taking a leave of absence."

From today onwards, the world in Wu Tong's eyes will start to be different!