Dressed as a cannon fodder for a harmonious essay, I have few desires [Quick Transmigration]

On Saturday afternoon, Nan Qun rang the doorbell of Yan Sui's house as agreed.

"You're here!"

There was the sound of slippers being kicked on the ground from inside the door, and the next second, a bright smile caught Nan Qun's sight so unexpectedly.

"Come on, slippers."

Although Nan Qun inexplicably agreed that day, Yan Sui still waited at home for a long time nervously, afraid that the school bully would just talk about letting him go when the time came.

Tsk, are you so happy to see yourself here?

Nan Qun couldn't help raising his eyebrows, lowered his gaze to put on the slippers that Yan Sui had prepared for him, put his hands in his pockets, and followed the man up the stairs to the second floor.

Yan Sikang and Jiang Siyi were not at home today, and Auntie left after making lunch for Yan Sui. Now the whole house is very quiet, only the sound of their two footsteps going upstairs.

Nan Qun walked up slowly following the people leading the way. On the wall next to the stairs, photos of a family of three almost covered the entire wall.

Nan Qun looked carefully as he walked. There were photos of Yan Sikang and Jiang Siyi when they were young, and photos of Jiang Siyi receiving an award, but most of the photos featured Yan Sui.

The toothless Yan Sui lying on the floor smiling, the toddler Yan Sui being dragged by his parents, the Yan Sui whose face was covered in cakes and couldn't see his eyes when he smiled,

Just looking at the still photos, the breath of the little sweet beans in the world seems to be overflowing, making people feel sweet and sticky.

In just two flights of stairs, Nan Qun watched Yan Sui grow from a chubby little dumpling to a handsome young man with the passage of time, and the only thing that remained the same was probably the warmth and sunshine on his face smile again.

"Brother Nan, this way."

The person in the photo pushed open the door of the studio on the second floor at this time, and waved to the person who was still standing by the stairs looking at the photo on the wall, with a smile on his face.

Nan Qun withdrew his gaze, raised the corners of his mouth in a rare good mood, and spoke lazily.

"Here it comes, why are you in such a hurry, I won't run away."

As a university professor, Yan Sikang, who pays great attention to the learning environment, transformed the room with the best light on the second floor into Yan Sui's studio in order to give his son the best learning experience.

It was afternoon at this time, and the bright afternoon sun shone in through the large French windows, covering half of the floor.

The spacious studio is filled with all kinds of plaster and easels. Jiang Siyi carefully and carefully filled the cabinets against the wall with the awards that Yan Sui has won since childhood. Glittering in the sun, with her secret pride.

Yan Sui showed amazing artistic talent when he was a child. After he graduated from primary school, the Yan family and his wife discussed carefully. For the sake of a better future for the child, they sent Xiao Yan Sui to study abroad. The couple took time to visit it from time to time. How is your son?

Although they have been separated from their son for a long time, when Yan Sui returned to China with the oil painting junior championship trophy, they knew that the separation of these years was not in vain.

"Brother Nan, wait a moment, I'll clean up."

Since it was hard to call someone over, of course Yan Sui had to make good use of it. After all, Nanqun was not cheap, and it was billed by the hour.

Yan Sui picked up the chair next to his legs and began to arrange the scene, combining light and shadow to try to best express the pose and movement of the model.

Nan Qunfeng was the person Nan looked forward to as he kept busy. He licked his lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally raised his hand to move.

Forget it, seeing how he looks forward to it, it's not impossible to satisfy him a little bit.

"Okay, Brother Nan, your side..."

After setting up the chair, Yan Sui, who was about to turn around to call someone over, turned sideways and widened his eyes, watching the person walking towards him not far away subconsciously held his breath and took a small step back.

"Brother Nan, where are your clothes!!?"

The man who was still wearing a sweater just now had a bare upper body, and his well-proportioned but not too thin muscles covered the tall and straight body of the young man, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a youthful but inexplicably alluring figure.

As expected of the model he likes, it's really good.

Although I thought so, but after a few glances, Yan Sui hurriedly looked away after hearing the system harmony value warning loudly alarming in his mind. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Nan Qun still approaching slowly, and he quickly lowered his ears red. Said loudly.

"Wait a minute, don't, don't come here first!"

"Huh? I can't hear what you are saying."

As if amused by Yan Sui's funny reaction, Nan Qun snorted softly, not only did not stop in accordance with Yan Sui's intention, but even pretended not to hear, and continued to approach the blushing person after ahh.

Yan Sui kept backing away, he raised his hands anxiously and shook them desperately, but in the next second, there was a temperature in his palms that didn't belong to his skin.

Well, it is tight and delicate, and it is quite elastic when you feel it carefully.

The two froze at the same time. Nan Qun lowered his head and saw a pair of white and slender hands on his perfect wheat-colored chest. The obvious color difference made those hands look very tender.

"Put on your clothes first!"

Withdrawing his hand like an electric shock, Yan Sui raised his head, carefully avoiding the part below Nan Qun's neck, looking into his teasing eyes, Yan Sui urged helplessly.

"Why are you shy, don't you just want to see it?"

Nan Qun raised one arm to put it next to the ear of the person in front of him, and moved closer.

"Art, Titanic, I understand."

After finishing speaking, the other hand was about to pull down his pants.

"Don't!"

Yan Sui grabbed Nan Qun's hand that was about to move, and hurriedly raised his head to meet his gaze and said without daring to breathe.

"I'm studying oil painting, but I made it a serious art model, you don't need to take off your clothes, Brother Nan, you misunderstood!"

After finishing speaking, afraid that Nan Qun would take it off again, Yan Sui took advantage of the fact that he hadn't reacted yet, and directly untied Nan Qun's loose trouser belt, tightened it immediately, and tied a tight knot firmly.

"...Do you really need to take it off? It's useless to regret it later."

"No need, just sit down!"

Yan Sui lowered his head awkwardly to avoid Nan Qun's face that was too close, his gaze drifted wildly and finally fell on the delicate collarbone slanting in front of his eyes.

"..."

Nan Qun frowned and looked down at the person half-circled by him in his arms, thinking that this shy little pervert had strange tastes, and he didn't even want the one delivered to his door, so he insisted on sneaking in.

Is it more exciting to be sneaky?Does he like excitement?

I don't understand, but since everyone says no, there's no need for me to give it away.

Nan Qun let go of Yan Sui, turned around and returned to the spot to pick up the clothes on the floor, put them on neatly, and then casually sat on the chair that Yan Sui had just placed.

Originally, Yan Sui wanted to step forward to help him correct his movements, and put him at a more convenient angle for his observation, but thinking of the exciting scene just now, he still silently closed his mouth.

Finally able to sit down safely, Yan Sui prepared the paint, set up the drawing board, picked up the brush and carefully observed the lazily sitting boy in front of the window not far away.

With a handsome face and an unruly temperament, he looked in his direction lightly at this moment, nodded slightly, full of youthful spirit.

What a normal lad.

Yan Sui sighed secretly, but he calmed down quickly. The paintbrush in his hand dropped, and the room became quiet, except for the sound of the paintbrush rubbing against the oilcloth.

The pendulum hanging on the wall was ticking, and the pointer went around and around.

Nan Qun leaned on the back of the soft chair and looked at the person behind the drawing board who was seriously painting. The person's gaze fell on him from time to time, his eyes were eager, and he traced carefully, as if he had got his full attention.

It's really strange, don't you look very excited now?Why were you so shy just now?

Nan Qun bit her cheek, then licked it again, leaned back in the sofa chair, tilted her head and looked at Yan Sui in thought.

Thinking of those artists' pursuit of body art on TV, Yan Sui's blushing face just now and not daring to look at himself shyly, and the man who stared at him intently on the edge of the basketball court.

What a weird little pervert.

Nan Qun looked at Yan Sui's busy brush, and let out a faint sigh. Last night he worked part-time until the early morning, and now he was leaning against the back of the chair and the surrounding area was so quiet, his eyelids drooped unknowingly, and finally he tilted his head slightly, Just fell asleep.

When Nan Qun woke up again, the sky outside the window was already covered with a layer of purple clouds. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a person squatting beside him, staring at him seriously.

"Brother Nan, I'm hungry."

"If you're hungry, go find something to eat."

Rubbing his sore neck and getting up, the next second his right leg staggered because of sitting for too long, but fortunately, Yan Sui who was beside him quickly stepped forward to support him, and the faint scent of orange penetrated into his nostrils.

"The lunch at noon is over. Just now my aunt called and said that she couldn't come because of something. It seems that we can only go out to eat."

After painting all afternoon, Sui Zao was hungry, but half an hour ago, he received a call from his aunt saying that he was unable to come because of something at home.

Nan Qun supported Yan Sui's shoulders for a while, then tentatively moved his foot to the door in two steps.

Looking back at the poor, hungry man, he glanced at the photo of the idol on the wall outside, and he sighed deeply when he thought of Jiang Siyi's exhortation that he needed to be taken care of everywhere.

"... I have served you, is there anything in your refrigerator?"

"what?"

Yan Sui stared blankly at the person at the door, then reacted and nodded, stepped down the stairs in two or three steps, rushed into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, looked at the full ingredients inside, then turned around and poked his head out to look at the stairs on the second floor people smile brightly.

"Brother Nan, I want to eat braised pork ribs!"

Supporting the wall with numb feet, Nan Qun, who originally only planned to make a bowl of eggs and fried rice to deal with the matter: "...you have such a beautiful idea."

Although they still didn't eat braised pork ribs in the end, Nan Qun hopped on one leg with numb feet and made Master Yan egg-scrambled shrimp, stir-fried yam, and even a pot of simple tomato and egg soup.

I don't know what's going on, it's just a simple quick-handed home-cooked dish, and the taste can't be said to be very good, but it is very appetizing for the picky eater Yan Sui, and he even ate a big bowl of rice more than usual.

"Brother Nan, your cooking skills are really good. You can compete with my dad. It looks delicious and I can't get tired of eating it!"

Yan Sui rubbed his round belly, sat at the dinner table and kept praising Nan Qun's craftsmanship, one after another.

Nan Qun listened to the compliment from the person on the other side, pawing at the rice in the bowl in silence, but the raised eyebrows and the corners of the mouth showed that he still took good care of Yan Sui's compliment.

"Ding--"

The mobile phone placed on the dining table vibrated, Nan Qun put down the bowl in his hand and glanced casually, then replied a few words, then finished the rest of the meal in a few mouthfuls and got up.

"You wash the dishes yourself, I will leave first if I have a part-time job."

Picking up the motorcycle keys, Nan Qun was about to walk to the door.

"Wait, Brother Nan, I want to go too."

Yan Sui stood up and followed suit. Seeing Nan Qun's puzzled gaze, he touched his cheek and smiled shyly, as if embarrassed.

"I want to gain knowledge, I haven't been to a bar yet."

"Brother Nan, just take me to have a look, I promise to be very obedient!"

The eyes of the people around him are bright, with soft longing, scratching at the heart like a kitten.

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