grey alley

"Lu Guanqing, you want to fuck my sister?" Xue Song grabbed the phone, his voice was full of anger, "What is he? Don't think that my sister looks deceitful, so you shamelessly come here!"

Lin Mizhi picked out his ears, "Why are you so excited? Your sister is already 27, brother, if you take care of her, won't she have to get married in the future?"

There came Xue Song's more irritable voice, as if swallowing a fireball, "He is two years younger than me, and he hasn't graduated from college, what's the intention? Ah?!"

"Tsk," Lin Mizhi felt that his useless brain was placed on his neck to look good: "Brother, although his background is not as good as yours, it's not bad, okay? Your sister is under your control." How many years has she been an adult? Doesn't she bother you?"

The nonchalant tone made Cedar's teeth itch, but he couldn't argue.

That's right, Xue Lan is already 27, it's impossible for him to take care of her all his life.Although she has a bad mind and is extremely stupid, she believes what others say, and she doesn't have a long memory after being cheated by a scumbag so many times, but if he doesn't care about her, who else will care about her?

As early as when he was two or three years old, his parents were at odds with each other. His father favored him and his original spouse's eldest son, and his mother failed to catch him even after giving birth to two children. died of illness.

He was resentful and rebellious, making the relationship between father and son stiff, but his father would only become more and more alienated from the siblings, and only had his eyes on his dead wife and their precious eldest son.

It's all fucking nonsense, Xue Song dropped the phone and paced around for a while, the evil fire in his heart could not be suppressed.

"So, brother," Lu Mingzhou curled his lips, but smiled helplessly, "That's why you called me out? Do you think I'm very idle?"

The lights in the bar swept across them indiscriminately, with fierceness in the corners of Xuesong's eyes, he drank the wine in the quilt, "Lin Mizhi has too many friends, I don't like them, they are not good people , not to mention that he still talks like that..." Xue Song drank another cup, drank fiercely, and burst into a rough sentence: "I should really throw the phone on his face."

The music around was very frantic, and Lu Mingzhou had a faint headache from the noise, so he tried to persuade him: "Don't talk about that friend, think about it from another angle, Xue Song, are you really controlling your sister too strictly?"

Xue Song glared at him, the smell of alcohol made his eyes bloodshot, "Xue Dongqing only has his precious son in his eyes, and if I don't look at her, no one will care about her," he was probably really drunk He said something that he wouldn't normally say: "Dog thing... he didn't see us siblings at all. His eldest son was sick, so he immediately went back nervously to watch for a few days and nights. My mother was gone, but his expression was Nothing has changed, his eldest son is standing by the side, pretending, what are you doing?" Xue Song laughed to himself, "Damn it."

"I'm really worthless. I don't have their brains, and I can't learn any finance or business management," his voice lowered. "But... what should I do?"

He was really confused, confused about the future, and he studied an unpopular major. It was really easy when he was in school, but he didn't know what he could do after graduation, and his eyes were darkened.

"If you really feel that you have nowhere to go..." Lu Mingzhou pondered for a moment, "Have you considered joining the army? It's good to go to settle for two years, so as not to bump into like a headless chicken like now."

Xue Song was furious: "What——"

"Before you make a real decision, your toughness is not considered toughness," Lu Mingzhou shook his cup, "Of course, if you can't stand the pain, you can pretend that I didn't say it—"

Xue Song was carried back by him in the end, this kid looked pitiful, as if he had no home, Lu Mingzhou clicked tut tut, then threw him in the hotel, and went back to his residence alone.

To be honest, after drinking a little wine and just taking a shower, my body is a little hot.

He clicked on the address book and slid up and down, recalling the faces corresponding to each number while looking at it. He caught a glimpse of a good number that had been stored for a few days. He noted that Pei Xiqing had no call records, and he suddenly disappeared again. interest.

He wasn't interested in finding other people until he found the one he wanted. Lu Mingzhou thought about it on the sofa, and suddenly became happy.

Is this another degree of specificity?

Although he knew that everyone who had been with him wanted to point his nose at him and scold him as a heartless dog, but there was no way, maybe he was born like this, and it was difficult for him to hang his emotions and freedom on a person for a long time.

That feeling is too uncomfortable, and he doesn't care about it.

So Lu Mingzhou turned off his phone, recalled the thin waist that surprised him a few days ago, smiled and fell asleep hard.

Busy, busy with feet not touching the floor, shoulders ached, legs numb from standing, Pei Xiqing pushed a cart loaded with a load of dishes and passed by, and stopped at the corner to rest for a while.

The restaurant of the hotel is independent, divided into Chinese and Western food, because he is a boy, stronger than girls, he was assigned to the Chinese restaurant to pass the dishes, two blisters were burned on the index finger of his right hand, now the meal time is over and he has to help other people Endless withdrawals.

It was 12:30 when he actually got off work. After a long day of get off work, he changed out of his overalls and stood in the staff aisle, exhaling slowly.

Apart from the spam text messages on the phone, there were messages from Pei Jiajun. He was too lazy to click on it, and was about to put the phone in his pocket, when he found that someone he didn't know had also sent him a message, around [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Pei Xiqing frowned slowly, and opened it.

Jiang Zhuruliu: 【Xiaoqing, are you there? 】

The river chases into the stream:【Cat Probe.jpg】

Xiaoqing...?

The profile picture of the other party was a cat scratching the sofa by the ear of an airplane. It looked familiar, and it seemed to be Jiang Tan. Pei Xiqing dug out his name from his memory, and slowly changed the notes for him.

. :【What's up? 】

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Pei Xiqing was on his way back to the dormitory. He didn't expect that the other party would reply immediately after the message was sent out. With two dings on WeChat, he took out the phone in his pocket.

Jiang Zhuruliu: [Haha, you should still remember me. 】

Jiang Zhuruliu: [The last time I climbed a mountain, I said that your body proportions are very good]

Jiang Zhuruliu: [It's like this, I'm a painter, this time I mainly want you to be a model for me]

Jiang Zhuruliu: [A serious model, the time ranges from one to four hours]

Finally, he added a sentence of salary negotiation, Pei Xiqing stared at the screen for a long time, and the other party quietly said: 【Consider it, Xiaoqing? 】

Pei Jiajun will die in four and a half months. In such a short period of time, without education, experience, or skills, no matter how hard he works odd jobs, he can't get together [-] yuan at once.

Jiang Tan waited for a long time, and the other party once showed that the other party was typing, but no message came.Jiang Tan waited patiently for a long time, and finally waited for the word [OK] from the other party.

He brushed back his thick black hair, squinted and smiled.

Pei Xiqing had an extra part-time job, although he didn't understand why the other party came to him.

The part-time job depends on his work and rest time. Jiang Tan has his own studio, but as an employer, he seems too accommodating. Until Pei Xiqing saw other portraits in his studio, he found that he actually had many other models.

Jiang Tan brought him a blue-purple shirt jacket, which he put on over his short sleeves without changing. Then he looked at his face carefully and picked an angle.Then he pressed a slender ginger orchid flower on his shoulder, it was so fresh that Pei Xiqing could even smell the fragrance emanating from the flower.

"Okay, this is the position, don't move around."

Pei Xiqing paused when she wanted to tilt her head to smell the flowers.

Jiang Tan paints with watercolors, and it seems that he is just using him for practice, so he writes more casually.It was Pei Xiqing's first time to be a model like this, and Jiang Tan didn't ask him too much. He was tired after maintaining the same pose for a long time, so he quietly relaxed a little, and Jiang Tan didn't mention anything. He pulled his long hair together randomly, and his posture and expression were very loose when painting.

So gradually, Pei Xiqing was also a little lost in thought.

With a deposit of 16 yuan, how long will it take him to get the remaining [-] yuan to borrow?After leaving Pei Sanliang's family, he had to save some money for himself. He wanted to study, but it was always his regret that he was forced to drop out of school before finishing his first year of high school. What is his plan for the future? .

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Tan finally put down the paintbrush, "Okay," he raised his eyes with a smile, and a lock of hair hanging on his cheek swayed slightly with his movements: "Would you like to come and have a look?"

Pei Xiqing walked over to have a look.

This painting looks like it was indeed used to practice brushwork. Except for Pei Xiqing's face, the surrounding environment and even the ginger orchid flower on his shoulder were all drawn very casually, outlined with light colors. contour.Pei Xiqing didn't quite understand this, but the color scheme in the painting gave him a bright and warm feeling. The person in the painting lowered his brows and eyes, and even appeared a little careless because his mind was distracted.

Pei Xiqing covered the surprise in his eyes, "It doesn't look like me, it looks like another person."

Jiang Tan tapped the drawing board with a pen, but he was not angry: "This is you," he added: "You in my eyes."

The face in the painting is where the most attention is paid, the eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, even the light brown light under the eyes is too delicate, but the corners of the lips are straight when there is no expression, and it looks soft and cool.

Strange, but also very attractive.

Pei Xiqing laughed, thinking that Jiang Tan beautified the people in the painting because of his aesthetics as a painter, "I'm not as good-looking as the people in this painting."

Jiang Tan smiled without saying a word, beckoning him to bow his head.

According to Pei Xiqing's words, the other party lightly stroked the hair of different lengths on his forehead a few times, and said, "Your hair will look better if you trim it." The painter's soft and white hand brushed his forehead, Brings a very subtle touch.

Pei Xiqing straightened up, "The word good-looking is a high point that I can't touch now." He paused, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.Because just thinking about how to survive, he was exhausted enough.

"It's still a little far away."

After Pei Xiqing left, Jiang Tan took down the air-dried drawing paper and kept it.

He picked up an apple, sat loosely on the chair Pei Xiqing was sitting on just now, and took a crisp bite.

Very sweet and in a good mood.

The author has something to say: Good night, Tom Blibber.